#theres endless clothes for them

[swagging-back-to]

i love chihuahuas theyre genuinely the best dog breed

[inviso-bill-strikes-again]

wow i make a lot of the posts on here huh

[p4r4syte]

its boiling hot rn so heres some lost boy hcs. what i think theyd do/be like in summer (mildly suggestive?)

pls add comments, ill add to it :3

David :

•avoids everyone. i know vampires are cold blooded but no doubt these mfs get agitated during summer. David the worst. he’d be sat there, coat discarded with a pissed off expression. still smoking. god forbid he doesnt smoke

•will even get pissed off with Feeding Time™️ because the bloods warm so he’d just disappear for days on end. hiding away. basically hibernating

•Is Extremely Snappy. he will go for anyones throat, doesnt even matter if youre together (god forbid mates), he’ll be avoiding you just in case but will Bark at the boys given any chance

•”he wouldnt hurt a fly” HE WOULD!!!!!! Fuck That Fly Do Not Invade My Personal Space

•will only calm down once hes cooler, he would genuinely have to piss off to the sea (or i imagine the cave has a watered in area) ((only dwayne knows about it but he let david in on it)) or hes sulking in a damp, desolate part of the cave. just waiting for the summer to end

•only one of the boys that can speak to david during this time is dwayne because of how hes empathetic towards his Boys. Marko And Paul Will Be DropKicked On Sight.

•sleeps upside down, near the darkest most secluded park of the cave. there isnt any air, theres no breeze. he doesnt care, he just wants to, fester. Leave Him To Fester

Marko :

•becomes more feral than he ordinarily is

•he Will be dangling from the ceiling, trying to catch any breeze that rolls in

•he will also be chilling with the pigeons, they find the coolest places in the cave to rest so Why Not?

•the summer heat will also be giving him unneeded energy. he WILL be playfighting with paul and then laying there overheating and gets pissed off once paul tried to interact with him again. Cant You See Im Warm? Jesus.

•will find endless cool drinks on the boardwalk once it cools down during night. itll give him no sustenance and he’ll be pissed off that he has a headache tomorrow but. Mmm Slushie :3

•still eats hot food and will complain about how hes warmer now than before he ate the food. yes he knew beforehand. no he wont stop. let him complain

•him and paul sit shirtless in the centre part of the cave, eating ice creams and then getting pissed off once theyve eaten them all (or theyve melted)

•calmer than david, less irritated than dwayne, less energetic than paul

•sleeps in a random, small part of the cave because the air rushes straight through (he followed the pigeons)(he learns many things from them, this is one of the many great things he found out)

Paul :

•please calm down. its Hot. Get The Memo

•continues his antics, just with, less clothes.

•the ONLY motherfucker thats actively trying to interact with everyone else

•he doesnt get it, god bless. not a single thought in that head x

•is also smoking. sat on that fountain (the cold marble against his back), trying to yell to the others (they ignore him) speaker blasting music (its pissing everyone off)

•the only one that actually leaves the cave (until he convinces marko to get slushes with him. then hes no longer going alone)

•a nuisance. a pure fucking mosquito of a man. he’d be stuck to you if he could, please don’t let him you dont know where hes been (various ponds) (hes upside down in a shrub) (dont help him)

•hes a boombox blaster, weedsmoking, white rum drinker in summer. or whatever he can get his hands on. but best believe he’s living it up even if he doesnt make it out the cave most nights

•sleeps drunk in the fountain, naked. Hey, Its Cool. What Do You Want From Me?

Dwayne :

•is the only one who Actually attempts to cater to the rest

•he knows exactly how everyone is and as much as he Needs To Rot too, he needs to check on everyone first

•only person hes really checking on is david lets be honest

•after finding david and just, checking, he’ll find his own section of the cave. not too far, within ear distance of Everyone in the cave

•he’ll just rest there for a while, just dangling, all sweaty

•sometimes he has enough energy to chill with paul and marko but quickly loses it after a while. paul is Way too much for him in this heat. Hes Markos Issue Now :)

•he is the only one that will remind the other boys that they need to eat. it may be hot, but you still need to eat. cue moody david, hyper paul, sweaty and overstimulated marko and coping mother dwayne

•doesnt speak to anyone, literally not at all, because hes just Too Hot™️ so he’ll just pull your hand to what he wants, guiding you to what he needs

•sleeps alone, in the centre on the cave. just above where they all gather, so he can hear everyone but is just far enough away to get peace. oh, hes also naked.

[orilimbs]

May I ask how SteamWorks turned out this way? Why did the robots go crazy? Who lost their minds first? How did axis turn out the way he is? Actually, tell me EVERYTHING ABOUT STEAMWORKS GRAHHHH

Well, this a bit complicated but here it is:

When the neutral route occurred, Asgore ordered to close "useless" areas like the Steamworks to maximize priority in more important areas like training the royal guards or others, making many monsters lost their job and contact with their creations.

The robots began to get colectively crazy due to not having more "purpose" on life anymore and losing contact with their creators, so robots began to destroy themselves and having hostile actions. Steamworks is the most dangerous area after The Wild East.

The first to lost their minds were the music and tv robots, then were the recepcionists and finally Guardener. Axis is not crazy and remains neutral-pacifist.

Axis was created after the incident to help monsters, two months later Steamworks was closed with Axis inside but he remained calm. However, this pacifist actitude made Axis vulnerable to attacks due to he not responding with violence and instead, he responds with care or medical kits.

The garden is full of black flowers and destroyed robot parts. There's no pink lava and instead theres only an endless void. All offices are destroyed and so the electricity, making it difficult to travel and pass. The reason Axis has blood on his clothes its because he made succesful operations on monsters to save them from infections or similar.

Aaaaand thats all i got for now i guess

[mewvore]

as someone who worked as a stripper for several years, showing your body is not a one way ticket to financial security. there were many nights where i worked for 8 hours and ended up owing the club money, due to how things like set rent work. and many more where i made $60-80 for a full night’s work. not that you can’t have great nights some times, or make half your rent in a hour, but many people who work in sex related industries are doing so freelance, and may never know if their next month is going to be able to support them through the year or if they’re getting their power shut off. you can be trapped in a cycle of saving what you can for months, only to have it evaporated by an unexpected expense during a bad month.

yeah absolutely, its... well its work. I don't mean to sorta condense it down to that but of all people I'm WELL aware that sex work is a working class activity.

for anyone a bit lost on the convo thread at the moment, I made a post about how I'd personally never get rich because it requires a persistent gambling mentality, and someone mentioned sex work (or adjacent types of showing off ones body publicly) as one thats probably less of a gamble for wealth. and this anon here is explaining that its very much just a normal job you probably shouldn't bet everything on it for making you rich/very few people are rich solely from sex work

to circle back to what I meant overall, when you grow up in poverty a lot of things have to be calculated based on risk and loss, as opposed to risk and reward. that mentality is very hard to shake the longer you stay poor. when you've eaten syrup sandwiches and worn your siblings clothes for 10 years, even very little things can make you completely satisfied and less willing to risk that little bit of satisfaction because you know what its like to have literally nothing. so I personally can't see myself doing the kinds of risky behavior with the little bit I have that a lot of wealthy people do to gain and maintain their riches, whether its making shady deals, playing stocks, trying to fool people, committing felonies like wire fraud, or even just like actual straight up gambling.

also theres a survivorship bias? like yeah there seems to be a million celebrities and or influencers doing all the above betting, but even in their seemingly endless masses they're like 1/100000, you rarely hear of the gamblers who lost

[roses-dreams-andthorns]

Hey there! Stumbled onto your blog and got interested.

Could I request Ace, Riddle, Malleus, Leona, and Jamil with an s/o making them a feast to congratulate them?

ofc friendo! Trey thinks this will be cute-

(sorry for the lateness on requests! school stuff again...)

𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝!

Characters: Ace Trappola, Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Jamil Viper, Malleus Draconia (all separate)

𝓐𝓬𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪

Woah! You seriously prepared all this for him? Just for him? Every last bit of food... is for him? And you're giving him all this because of a high mark on his most recent test? Geez, you're generous! You must also be really proud of him to be going out of your way to make every last dish, he'd feel bad to eat all your hard work, but he'd also feel bad to not eat it! But theres no way he's finishing it all in one sitting... so help him out a bit, of course, he's totally not telling you to have some just so you two can dine together, no, no, not at all! You are the cook, so you should have your share!

On the outside, he acts prideful and confident; "Hah! I know I did good!", "I totally deserve this for all my hard work!"

But on the inside; "They seriously went out if their way to do all this for me? How can I thank them?? Think Ace, Think!"

He's like a flustered mess in there. He looks at your smiling face and can't help but blush, his heart is beating so fast for you... you'd never know unless you could hear it beating, and he hopes you can't.

ℜ𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢 ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

This is all for him? But why? Why spend all your time preparing all this just for him? Sure, he may have just accomplished a big achievement, but he doesn't believe he deserves this... You had everything set up perfectly, the table was fancied up with candles, a fancy tablecloth, attractive cutlery and plates, hell, even the food was looking stunning! He didn't know what to say to your kind jesture, but when you had gently placed your hands on his shoulders, and led him to his seat, he could feel the pace of his heart quicken to what felt like 60 beats per second, surely that is not healthy... but at the same time, he liked the feeling of the butterflies in his stomach, and his fluttering heart. He didn't know what to say... or what to do, but he felt like he didn't want this sweet moment between you and him to end.

𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕒 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣

So you prepared all this for him...? Every piece of meat that sit on the plates that lay across this table... is all for him? He is flabbergasted, he never expected anyone to celebrate him like this, and especially for it to be an occasion celebrating such a small achievement, he may have a smug face on the outside, but in the inside, he just doesn't know what to say. He wants to pay you, his herbivore, back for all the kindess you showed him since you had first met, but he is unsure how... do you like jewelry? maybe he can get you some... gardening? maybe he can find some way to get you your own garden... the possibilites are endless...

Jamil Viper

"Reader... you know you don't have to do all this for me."

He'd be thankful, of course, but he brings himself to believe he doesn't deserve it... He is just a mere servant, after all. Only those of royalty should be celebrated with such a grand feast! Yet here you are, setting up a long dining table, a fancy table cloth, candles laid about, plus other fancy decor, fancy dishes and utensils, a warm and cozy atmosphere... all of it meant for him, and only him...

Sure, he just completed some huge achievement, but he believes he is completely undeserving of this, but when you gently guide him over to his seat, calmly sitting beside him, and passing him different foods to try out, he chooses to accept it. You always know how to make him feel special...

Malleus Draconia

His child of man prepared this all for him... he can't help but smile! To have the very person he cares so greatly for congradulate him like this for such a great achievement... it fills him with a warm, soft feeling. He sits down at the table, and immediately brings you to join him. Without you, how can he fully enjoy it? Without you... there is no joy, despite this all being made by your hand... without your presense, it feels empty. So please join him for this celebration feast.

[astranite]

Respite (Spun Glass and Golden Light)

Scott and John, or sky and star!

It's another long one at a bit under 5000 words! Tags copied from ao3 as look, I really should be asleep already.Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, theres a fair spectrum of emotions here, Brothers, Thunderbird Five (Thunderbirds), Nightmares, John is also pretty not okay here too as well as Scott but they are both working on it, space metaphors thrown in for good measure, Cuddling & Snuggling, because everyone needs a hug of course, another fic where John and Scott drink hot chocolate!, they are both also learning they can let each other in and Scott is realising this.

Many thanks to the fab @idontknowreallywhy for all the cheering on and wonderfulness!

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“Do you want to come up to Five?” John asked.

Scott answered far too fast. “Yeah.” His voice broke in the middle.

John thought it would take more convincing, it always did to get Scott to accept anything approaching help. But this time…

He caught one last flash of blue eyes made bluer, meeting his and piercingly desperate, before the hologram shut off from Scott’s end and John was blinking away the after images in the suddenly dark comm hub.

Scott, in rumpled day clothes at 2:47am Tracy Island time, hair falling across his forehead in uneven waves of curls. Scott, whose dark circles under his eyes had startled John into thinking they were bruises, his sharpened features thrown in harsh relief by the dim lamp by dad’s desk. The hologram was fuzzy at the edges, all noisy static between him and his brother, but John couldn’t miss the way Scott looked over his shoulder like he expected something to be there. Or someone. 

Ghosts of his past, John thought, then shook himself.

Scott had nightmares, they all knew it. But he always pretended he wasn't shaken by what he saw. Tried to carry on like they didn't happen, like nothing ever happened, and Scott was as invincible as the legend he’d built around dad was.

John saw, more often than the others. There was a reason he monitored the villa feed for movement outside of usual hours when the rescue alarms hadn't gone off. 

He’d caught a few funnier moments for blackmail, namely Alan and Gordon attempting to steal storebought baked goods from the fridge and getting them mixed up with Grandma’s latest creations in the dark. Repeatedly, because they’d never figured out how Scott and Virgil conspired together to swap the containers.

But there were worse ones for all of their family. Nights Alan slept on the couch because being in his room, alone inside close walls was too much. Gordon making his subdued way through the halls, cheerful facade gone with gasps of pain unable to be stifled, going to get painkillers from the infirmary for his back. Kayo, prowling on silent feet, checking, triple checking security feeds for any slightest threat, not able to believe in the safety of their island anymore. Jagged notes of piano, near silent from keys barely pressed, while Virgil had tears on his face. 

And Scott, of course Scott who had it the worst of all of them, who was the bravest of them but couldn't see it. Late nights, ending slumped ragdoll-like over endless paperwork from endless responsibilities put on his shoulders. Agitated pacing, wearing only socks so he wouldn't wake anyone, ragged breaths louder than his footsteps. The times when Scott was a trembling ball of tears, curled under dad’s desk where he barely fit anymore, hands over his head blocking everything out. 

Sometimes John talked to them, offered company and comfort, other times he let the moments pass silently. He was used to witnessing things he could never speak of again; his own moments of pain rarely had anyone but he made sure his siblings’ did, just in case they needed someone reaching out for them.

Watching over Scott in particular to make sure no harm came to him was an unsaid duty John took as his own. Virgil was there in the day, with him on the ground during rescues, but John amongst his stars kept the nights within his reach. 

He’d already sent the space elevator down and now he waited, marking careful timings as Eos quietly spoke them. Scott was suiting up. Scott was finishing pre-launch checks. Scott had reached the Kármán line, the beginning of space.

John drifted through a gravity-less Five, switching to lights that gave off a soft, golden glow. They filled the Thunderbird up like she was one of those ancient incandescent bulbs, long since obsolete. Like she was delicate spun glass as well as cahelium strength, two opposites the same, together complete where glass could break and cahelium bend. She was different from her sister ships, a different purpose and way of approach, but in the end she was the same. Rescue. Salvation. Pulling them all back from the void. 

He couldn't take the nightmares away, the fear and pain scarred deep in his brother’s bones, but he could offer respite. Warmth and light and safety, with some distance from it all. A set of arms to hold Scott close and a shoulder to cry on when it was needed. It was something, it was everything, in the rare times Scott could reach out and take it. 

And John needed it too. He could watch over Scott from afar, he always would, he couldn't not. But he also needed his big brother close enough that he could feel his heartbeat, how his chest rose and fell with each breath, not just as numbers on a screen, but here and real and close. Maybe he wasn't the touchiest person generally, but his brothers wrapped up in a hug or sides pressed together where they sat, their soft voices in the bubble of quiet, that meant safety. With only arm’s reach to check if they were okay, especially for looking out for Scott. There was a reason that otherwise he had to have all of the data. But right now he needed Scott.

John waited for the familiar clunk of the space elevator docking, for Eos to give the all clear for her checks for the airlock being correctly pressurised, before the doors opened. 

They silhouetted Scott in their frame, stuck halfway between the warm lights of Five and the cooler, harsher ones in the space elevator. 

Scott hesitated, like he always did here, a hand blue-gloved in space issue suit gripping the edge of the airlock. 

John opened his arms, because Scott needed this as much as he did. They were the same this way.

He was met by a brother tumbling towards him, clumsy out of their element, in a crashing hug. For a moment, John almost expected it to be Alan, eager and young, those blue eyes— But Alan was nearly as graceful up here as John these days. And his eyes didn't hold the same nightmare bright intensity and John hoped they never would.

Scott hit him in a collision of bodies and John had to stop their combined momentum, a foot finding a wall to slow them until his shoulder slammed into a bulkhead cabinet anyway. Automatically, he wrapped himself around Scott. 

“Just a bit of a bump, nothing that hasn’t happened before. You gotta have a lighter touch when you kick off in micrograv,” John said cheerily. Scott was still mumbling repeated apologies under his breath. 

John took the moment, in spite of his words, to just cling to Scott, like Scott was clinging to him, burying his face at his brother’s neck. A moment, a minute, a respite. 

Finding handholds on Five’s inner surfaces was as easy as it was familiar. John could find every one of them blind, oxygen-deprived, with no Earthly directions as a frame of reference. He had, before. 

He shifted to get his fingers around Scott’s wrist, a quick tap on his hand to warn Scott first, then Scott’s locking around his own in a rescue grip, to pull them through a quietened Five as one. 

To the galley. Hot chocolate wasn't quite the same when it came in a foil pouch with a straw as opposed to Earth’s ceramic mugs, but it was chocolate and you could still warm your hands around it.

John made up two, passing one off to Scott where he hung about against what was nominally the wall, though the orientation didn't matter without gravity’s bounds. 

“Thanks.” Scott tried for a smile. He was still gripping the hand hold with the white-knuckles-beneath-gloves grip of someone unused to being without gravity and scared to drift away. 

John settled on the ceiling in arms reach, with just his toes tucked under a bar. 

Quiet lulled between them. John’s favourite type of quiet, with just the soothing hum of the life support systems, the ever-present undercurrent of Five, and their own breathing. 

Technically, it wasn't hot chocolate, but nutritionally-complete chocolate-flavoured drink didn't have the same ring. It wasn't the same as a proper meal but a stressed Scott barely ate, John wasn't exactly sure how many hours had passed but it’d be too many if he counted, and right now Scott needed something sweet and calorie-dense and easy to get into him. 

It was fine until Scott shifted, his hand slipping momentarily with a sharp intake of breath and that all too familiar flash of panic swiftly hidden. Except up here that split second where he flailed before freezing up and stopping himself sent him into a spin. 

John caught Scott’s outstretched arm to steady him. He moved next to Scott with a graceful twist to be against the same wall so Scott could hold onto him. Taking the hot chocolate from him, John gently guided Scott’s hands, one to the grab bar, the other to his baldric. 

“You can’t fall up here, not really. Even if it feels like it sometimes,” John said. Reassured. Because this was his sleep-deprived big brother he was talking to, not the perfectly put together Commander.

Scott’s eyes searched his face, latching on to John’s with the same unbreakable trust that let John lead on missions where he could see more from above and Scott actually listened. 

“Okay,” Scott said, like it was that simple, like anything in their lives was simple. Because he believed John.

They were close enough that John could see how the strands of Scott’s hair were matted together by old gel not yet washed out. More grey was flecked around his temples, his hair surrounding his head in a floating halo from the lack of gravity and the way it caught the light. 

Scott flinched at the soft click-rush-clunk of ventilation systems cycling as they should be, a sound unusual for Scott but not enough to normally be a threat. Scott’s fingers tightened on John’s baldric. 

Both of them breathed slowly and carefully, to a steady rhythm of calm until the moment passed.

With how Scott was obviously still struggling with the lack of gravity, John quietly decided to make it easier for him when he wouldn't ask.

“Eos? Gravity back on please,” John murmured aloud to ensure Scott had some warning. 

The lights around her camera blinked, flashing to a sunset tone in acknowlegement. 

“Will do, John,” Eos said.

The gravity ring mechanisms whirred as they accelerated to the appropriate velocity, providing a force at what would soon be slightly less than Earth standard gravity.

“Hello, Scott Tracy,” she added in greeting. John had noticed they’d been getting on better recently, he was glad of it.

Gently, he guided himself and Scott until their feet touched the floor. Until they could sit next to each other on the ground, cross-legged with their knees bumping, to finish their hot chocolates.

When Scott slumped with relief, letting out a long, shaky exhale, John knew he’d made the right call. 

They stared out at the stars now ‘below,’ stretching out into infinity. Always captivating. 

Scott hadn't looked out there, eyes carefully averted until he’d shuffled even closer to John, and John had tucked an arm around him to hold on. Because while Five and her warm glow, her connection to everything meant safety like any Thunderbird did, for Scott the gaping void of space held only danger and the need for rescues. Only with John it became their sky again, like they were stargazing on the roof of the farm house on Earth, far beneath them and years ago.

“You want to talk about it?” John asked softly, an opening so that Scott knew he could share and he’d listen.

“Uh. I don’t know. Maybe?” Scott’s usually well hidden uncertaintly bubbled to the surface.

“I’m here for you. Either way it’s okay,” John reminded gently, because Scott needed to hear him say it aloud even though it was always there implicitly. 

“Nightmares. It was the snow again.” It was a sign of how far Scott had come that he would talk about what was on his mind, instead of burying it deep inside in a misplaced attempt to protect them. John found Scott’s hand and gently squeezed it.

Scott shuddered, continuing, “Probably from the rescue the other day, the entire mountainside came down. But it was with all of you guys instead and it looked more like the skii slope from the avalanche and mum, but I was too late and I couldn't save you, there was nothing I could do, you were all gone and I was alone—”  Scott’s voice rose, distressed. 

John could feel him shivering against his side, had only to glance to see the tears building in the corners of Scott’s eyes, the way he had his teeth sunk into his trembling lower lip, the same as he always did when he was trying not to cry. John’s heart broke at that, it always did. He gripped Scott’s hand, tightened the arm around him in a wordless effort to make sure Scott knew he wasn't alone, John was here and he wasn't going anywhere.

Scott took a deep breath and went on. “I know it wasn't real, but it felt like it.” 

John made a quiet, empathetic noise. In the moment, in the haze where the lines blurred between sleep and wakefulness, nightmares did feel real. And in the sick feeling after when you just couldn't shake it. He’d been there too.

John could imagine the warmth of Scott’s hand through their space rated gloves as Scott squeezed his. “No matter what happens I’ll always fight for you all and I know you’ll all do everything you can to make it back home to me. And we have systems and procedures in place, and better equipment designed for bad conditions, and everything to make sure that never happens. But it still scares me,” Scott admitted.

“It scares me too.” Usually he didn't say that part aloud though with the work they did and the consequences they saw it never hadn't been in mind. “But we hold onto hope and each other and never let go.” John’s voice came with a fierceness he hadn't quite realised was still buried inside him. They had to believe in it. Or they were already broken.

“We’re Tracies. We’re not going to stop trying to make it home.” Scott returned with a fire John had missed before he dropped quieter but no less determined. “All of us. Even— even me.”

John hung onto him because he knew how long it had taken, how much it still took for Scott to say those words. To mean them. 

He pressed his forehead against Scott’s temple. The fear of losing Scott to his own sacrificial, heroic recklessness bit at John even now, along with the need to somehow protect him from the world. 

But they both were alive, here and now, in spite of the odds so far. 

Scott leaned into John.

The feelings, the fears were there, but together up here amongst the stars they lost enough of their power that they could sit with them and they would soften, the raw edged terror of nightmares washing away.

Five was a bubble of light surrounding them, sheltering them from both the void of space and all that was outside. He and Scott were wrapped up in their own little world, as tiredness itched at John’s eyes and Scott lay his head on his shoulder. John pulled his big brother closer, not that there was really any space between them anyway. They were safe as much as was possible in this big, vast world. More importantly, they were here together. 

John waited, not wanting to break the moment for as long as possible, wanting in a childish way to stay here with Scott forever, until his legs were numb and achy from sitting on them, until his eyes were threatening to slide shut, until Scott’s weight against his shoulder was resting heavily against him. Even then he was loathe to move. 

A gentle poke and repeating his name had blue eyes blinking sleepily up at him from how Scott was slumped. 

“Bedtime, big brother.” John trailed a hand through Scott’s hair, brushing back the stray strands fallen over his forehead.

“Mmmph,” Scott grumbled, tucking his face further into John’s neck.

Scott’s characteristic instant alertness come online a couple of seconds later and he pulled away. All for that he hadn't been properly asleep, merely content and dozy, a rare sight John treasured.

They walked, pressed shoulder to shoulder, to John’s tiny bedroom, tucked away on the nearer side of Five’s gravity ring. Reduced gravity made their footsteps lighter but the company did that too.

Scott hesitated at the door of the second cabin, mostly used on the occasions when Alan was up for training, put there because Five wasn't initially designed to be manned alone which John purposely didn't think about.

When Scott shrank a millimeter closer to John, John pretended not to notice the display of what Scott would call weakness in himself but never in anyone else, and nudged him with a casual, “C’mon. Puppy pile?”

“Does it still count without everyone?” Scott replied, following him though.

“Mmm,” John thought, “Yeah.” He knew he missed out on plenty on Earth too.

A hug pile of just them might be just what they needed. Both of them at this point. Memories of the whole family in a tangled, happy heap were some of John’s fondest and he knew that went for Scott too. But it was a lot and right now Scott needed calm and quiet to rest and not to feel as if he had to put on a brave face in front of everyone.

John pulled pyjamas out of his cupboard for them both, tossing an obligatory space pun t-shirt and pair of comfy sweat pants at Scott. Sharing clothes with Scott was easy given they had the most similar builds of their siblings, tall and slim, with Scott being slightly broader across the shoulders and John running more awkwardly lanky. IR space suits were comfortable but not the most for sleeping in, despite how often John ended up doing so.

They changed into pyjamas in silence, except for when John yawned midway through peeling his suit off, then Scott did too, causing them both to giggle in the way of the well past tired. 

John smiled to himself while he put on a pair of socks, watching Scott poking about his room, trailing fingers over the spines of his paper books, then inspecting the stickers on his window and the handful of glow-in-the-dark stars John had up here because they reminded him of home even with the real ones right outside. His big brother’s curiosity even over these tiny details of his life, a facet he didn't often see with John up in orbit so much, made him warm inside. Especially with the way Scott was so relaxed up here in what was John’s space, a stark contrast to earlier and the staticky comm feed. The dark circles beneath his eyes remained though.

With a jaw-cracking yawn, John tipped backwards to lie on his bed. He wriggled his galaxy patterned duvet out from from beneath him where he’d landed on top of it, unattaching it from the side of his bed where it fastened to formed more of a sleeping bag to prevent him from drifting away when he left the gravity off. Which he probably did too often when the days blurred together, rescues and downtime without separation.

Stars, he was tired. Too many rescue calls, not enough sleep for— he no longer kept track of how long, but that was another day’s problem. Right now, he was here and Scott was here, so John could believe everything was going to be okay. Provided they both got some shut eye sometime soon. 

Shuffling over to the wall made more room for Scott, even if John usually curled up right in the middle. The bunks on Five were larger and far more comfortable than the narrow and too short for anyone who wasn’t like, Gordon height, ones he remembered not so fondly from his NASA days. Still, not exactly sized for two people both over the six foot mark but they could make do. 

“Promise I won’t push you off,” John joked. 

Piling all of their siblings, because if one person was getting cuddles everyone suddenly wanted them, onto beds and couches definitely not designed for so many had led to the occasional person falling off the side, usually facilitated by shoving from the victim of a grievous crime such as ate the last sweet.

Scott rolled his eyes and repeated John’s motion of flopping down onto the bed, long limbs all everywhere, complete with tossing an arm over John’s chest and a foot over his ankles. He let out a dramatic sigh, looking to John out of the edge of his vision for his reaction.

John couldn't even pretend to be annoyed. This was Scott messing around playfully and John had missed this even as he still didn't take breaks from monitor duty and all his emotions were bubbling up in his chest until he was laughing, until there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

And Scott was laughing too, John could feel him shaking with it. Nothing was even that funny but here they were, giggling like a couple of careless, carefree kids, the sound echoing off of the walls. Five filled up with their laughter, contained it in a cocoon of light and air and protective walls between the vacuum outside where no noise could travel. 

They were both left grinning exhaustedly at each other as the world came back to the reality that it was well past 3am, they needed to actually sleep especially with Scott having come down from the adrenaline crash of a nightmare and rushing up here. John rubbed at his gritty, tired eyes.

A word to Eos in addition to a goodnight had the lights switching off, the room only illuminated by the stars outside the window. Shutters would automatically close when Five’s rotation would put them facing the sun, but for now John could look out and marvel that he was here as he used to do every night, reaching up to touch one of his glow in the dark stars, a familiar green on the wall. 

Scott watched him and John gave a half-shrug before shuffling closer. And he wasn't alone.

John shook his head to clear it before rolling onto his side, holding out his arms to Scott. 

Big brother immediately went in for the hug, burying his face at John’s shoulder, clinging to him with maybe a little left over fear or maybe just because John was near. He wrapped his arms around Scott tightly. Took a moment, another moment just to be.

Wondering how long it had been since he’d been part of a cuddle pile with any his siblings, instead of an outside observer in holographic format was not something he wanted to waste time on right now. Or how it still took a horrific nightmare for Scott to seek respite from all the pressures of the world that seemed gathered around dad’s desk. Or for John to get respite from falling on the wrong side of the distinct divide between solitary and alone. Not that he could ask for it, he and Scott were too similar in that way. Instead, John let himself sink into the hug. 

“You alright, John?” Scott’s concern was not unusual, he always found a way to check up on them.

“I’m really glad you’re here.” It could be interpreted in several ways, glad for Scott, glad for himself. That’s all John had, the rest he couldn't possible articulate but it was enough for now. He tucked his nose into Scott’s hair. 

The sun shutters slid over the windows exactly as they were supposed to. They were left with the green glow of his own stars. 

Scott’s chin was digging into his collarbone. Neither of them would likely have slept enough to be safe to fly tomorrow with the hours they were running to.

He shifted, making a quiet noise. Gently rearranging them was easy when Scott willingly followed through with John’s actions, guiding him to lie with his back to John’s chest instead. John wound his arms around Scott, ending up with his hands resting over Scott’s stomach, able to feel the rise and fall of it with each breath. He bumped his forehead against the back of Scott’s neck.

“‘M not the little spoon,” Scott protested even as he snuggled against John.

“Reality would suggest otherwise,” John returned, an observation, with the edges filed off as his deadpan humor had turned accidentally cutting these days.

It was rare that their positions were not reversed no matter the little brother involved. This made sense on a surface level, Scott’s height was greater than anyone else’s, long arms to pull them close, wrapped up safe. He was big brother, the eldest, their leader, he was the one who protected them from the world. 

But John could also be there for him. Usually that meant from afar, a hologram projected from a wrist comm they always kept on them or beside flight controls, a voice in his ear, an extra set of eyes. All the data at his fingertips and a Tracy’s determination to keep their family safe. He didn't know whether anyone realised how many crises he averted before they became problems. He protected Scott, and it was far easier now he would let them in.

Scott was warm and something tightly wound inside John loosened. They were there for each other, it was a balance, this was how the world worked. Now that Scott let them take some of the weight instead of carrying the whole universe on his shoulders, it was easier to lean on him too because they shared things like this. To not follow Scott’s less than stellar example of hiding struggles, but from a big brother who tried to do and be everything instead of the little ones, because John couldn't bear to add anything else to the pile. Scott trusted him, he could trust Scott too.

John was just about to drop off to sleep when Scott suddenly tensed up. 

“I don’t want to go to sleep. I don't want to have more nightmares.” The words came out jagged and scared, whisper quiet.

Scott was exhausted but the fear was stronger, unpredictably resurging just when everything seemed alright. John had seen how Scott would try to escape it before passing out into uneasy unconsciousness. He found Scott’s hands, sought them gently and linked theirs together. 

“I can’t make them stop but I will be right here if you have one,” John said, “I promise.”

“I know.” 

Scott settled again, letting out a deep breath.

John felt Scott fidgeting with his hands, carefully curling and uncurling his fingers, tracing over his knuckles, pressing their palms together, as the fear ebbed again.

The sounds of Five washed over them, humming softly as if breathing with them too. Familiar and home. John’s family was also his home. He needed them too. They needed him. He and Scott were rest and safety for each other as much the Thunderbird was for the world. 

John made sure to give an, “I love you,” to his big brother while he was still awake to hear it because these things were important to be said and to be heard in reply. 

Slowly, ever so slowly the grip of Scott’s hands relaxed, remaining loosely entwined with John’s as sleep finally came. 

John kept holding onto Scott. A Scott who knew he could come to John for anything and had come to him tonight. Scott was here, they were both here together on Thunderbird Five amongst the stars. The rest of John’s thoughts trailed off at sleep’s approach but they were filled with a quiet hope.

[watashime-ciel]

insomnia may be strong but i'm stronger. so here are the Just Dane dances and coaches i'm assigning to my rhythm heaven scrunklies because nobody asked but i want to post this anyways for science purposes

starting with the holy lemon, DJ Yellow:

definitely, his favourite dances are the three hatsune miku ones, but besides that, he's probably going with a good old jason derulo dance or Get Ugly, as his first option to warm up. Circus extreme version, Hey Mama and Daddy are probably his next options

now, a coach thats perfect for him is P3 from All About Us in JD17

they radiate they/them queer vibes AND the colours are literally Yellow idc hes dressing with those colours and slaying in the process

for Blue i'll go with something more simple, but at the same time groovy. and whats more groovy that Groove by Jack & Jack

he's not the one that likes to play JD, but he enjoys watching the videos like a toddler watching five little monkies jumping on the bed. Groove is the only one that he might dance. but other songs he enjoys are Rave in the Grave, Tumbum, Leila, Instruction, Spectronizer and Built For This, all because of the colours

and the coach i'm assigning is the Instruction teacher from JD18

the colours are vibrant, and the clothing quite simple but attractive. perfect for an artist's eye like Blue's

oh boy for J.J i got very creative

that was sarcasm

did you know JD added Bring Me To Life to one of the latest games? i literally just found out while playing JDNow lol. definitely his favourite to dance with Cecil, even if the move in "Save me!" is impossible for them two. theeeey need a bit more of movement

J.J would also like whatever avril lavigne song there is in the game. idk if theres more, but Girlfriend is his jam so don't bother him for the next 3 minutes while he dances

for the coach, i mean literally Blake and Liv from the BMTL fit him. you tell me why

just like me, Cecil can't let go of his childhood favourite song, and that's Spectronizer. little Cecil would enjoy jumping around pretending to be a power ranger or something. and his favourire coach is the one i am assigning to him

literally perfect. live laugh love yellow ranger

with Connie i have a problem called "she fits most of the songs i like so this is going to be endless". but i am mainly assigning Tumbum for the second coach and her "protagonist" role, Smile by IOWA for the clothing and energy, and Adeyyo for the clothing aswell. literally all outfits from these would look good on her-

but here are two specific coaches that are literally her

the Smile coach is literally her but in purple and blue, and the Adeyyo coach because IH MY GOD... /pos

Jenna is simple. she also loves miku, one of the favourite songs is Love Ward, its on JD18, so what else could she ask for?

to be Love Ward JD Miku of course

i promise you im drawing her like that

Debbie is the kind that dances to everything she possibly can, and enjoys it more when its some stupid dance like Daddy, Dragostea Din Tei, Juju on The Beat, Sayonara, Chiwawa... i could go on. she also enjoys overly happy or active coaches, always being the first one to get a star and the crown

theres no other coach more perfect for her than Suzuka from Atarashii Gakko

Christmas' over, that means that Halloween is near for Mako. she adores all Halloween related dances; Ghost In The Keys, Time Warp, Rave In The Grave, Magic Halloween, you name it and she loves it, having a specific coach she always wants to be

but her favourite coach and therefore the one i am assigning is the Magic Halloween witch

also the colours are some i believe she would use for a Halloween outfit, and she loves stars so the skirt was what got her for sure

surprisingly, So'ra can stand up from that pink car and can also dance. she likes something... uh. i. dont know the exact word. but not so much to follow, or maybe a lot but the background helps and doesnt makes it hard. Hey Mama, Black Widow, Circus extreme version, Gibberish and others, in that order, is her dance list

the coach i decide to assign is the Black Widow

the dance gives a bit mysterious vibe, and the moves are fast enough to be in perfect sync with the beat. its perfect

do you ever wonder if someone could have some sort of crush in a JD coach? ask Peach, as she fell in love with the P2 in Tumbum. its not that in assigning her to Peach, but rather making a connection?

shes like Blue, watches JD dances like a visual stimulation thingie. and when she watched Tumbum, inmediatly focused on the P2. how. i mean, you cant see their faces yet. oh well-

okay guys insomnia is winning okay i promise i am also normal about just dance !!

[tht0nesimp]

Yandere! Reddie X reader

TW: kidnapping, graphic murder, eddie is like kind of soft, richie is the biggest asshole ever, manipulation, cursing, reader doesnt know them, mention of humping, VERY VERY CLOSE TO SMUT

You walked down to the clubs secret hangout area "hello?" you called out to the endless night of forest and bugs

You found the entrance, climbing down the old latter slowly as to not trip. You felt a wet substance meet the bottom of your sandals, reaching down to inspect the strange and unfamiliar liquid was stopped by the smell giving it away, metal, It invaded your nose and you took a step back to be met with a chest

This was it, it had to be pennywise, He had finally gotten to you? or maybe it was pure coincidence

You went to look behind you but your wrists were locked by large hands and a light faintly clicked, the brightness was blinding to your blurry eyes that were beginning to flow with tears

but it wasnt pennywise, it was richie, with small amounts of blood covering his thin arms. Your boyfriend layed on the floor in the damp liquid that continued to wet the floor and seep through the cracks of the molding wood

"W-WHAT DID YOU DO?" you were loud, and a hand covered your mouth in a swift motion "shhh, thats no way to talk as a captive" you were sobbing at the point of realizing the man behind you was eddie, the same man who was holding your wrists, threatening to snap them in your compromised position

"hmm? all those nights i spent sneaking in your room,.." richie spoke as he poked the corpse with his pointer finger "i was so angry i could have killed you then and there, when you met this piece of shit" you thrashed and fought to no avail, almost as if to remove the situiation in its entirety, to be somewhere where there wasnt blood soaking your shoes or your two best friends taunting you over your now dead, at their hands, boyfriend who was now lifeless infront of you

"but your a creep too, we know what you did" you memories flashed back to the incident, you thought of all the times you humped their pillows desperately trying to pretend it was them instead of the white piece of cotton and cloth

"please, no, i didnt- i" eddie leans in close to your ear to whisper slowly, his words rattling your brain, "dont lie" he sounded almost angry with his words that met your very soul

"but i bet theres other things you did hmm? tell us darling" eddie lets go of your wrists and you fall to the floor in a desperate sob "NO- i mean... i just-" you were stuck between the two until eddie slowly kneeled down to the ground

"we"re not mad, but we will be" he seemed strict on the last part and you desperately rattled your brain for an occurrence you could tell them, you couldnt, the shame was masking over the fear of the knife richie had in his hand

"when...sometimes" eddie leans your head back "address it to him, he deserves to know right?" you gasp and twiddle your fingers before sighing "when i was at the sleep overs..-with them-" you gently pointed at the two "i would take their toothbrushes and id- i would use them" richie scoffs "thats weak youve done something worse i bet" you sniffle and wipe your burning eyes "and..beverly had things that she gave me cuz i dunno and.." you look down at the cold concrete ground "i would use them and pretend they were them" richie kneels down "that why you never fucked this asshole?" eddie leans the lifeless corpeses head up "we got him here cuz he thought you were gonna let him pop yer cherry.. too bad you were thinking about us hmm?" you nod

Richie kicks the corpse off the old mattress and pushes you on the old springy cloth. "The rest of the club said we should wait, till he broke up with you, but i just couldnt wait"

"we all love you. And we WILL kill anyone you try to get close to"

[softness-and-shattering]

About the Mean Girls musical movie

I know Ive had conversations before about the cultural context stuff, that it seems like the message was not as effective as the first movie when the stuff its talking about, how girls are wrong whatever they do and everything is up for criticism and filming, and you have to pretend to be sweet and kind fairy princesses instead of being allowed to be human. And Id have to go back and find those posts to see what I do and dont agree with now. Because I just saw the movie. And honestly, I liked it. A lot of the visuals were really fun and interesting, which I think is impressive in a movie that mostly takes place inside of a high school. Regina more than once looks like she's in a music video, and that works because shes so hyped, its like she lives in a reality where not only do people break into song, but she's always in a music video. She really sells the character, self-assured and in charge and perfectly manipulative, and even when she's being vulnerable you're like, but is this another deception? She's more villainous in this version, and by the end maybe more human as well. (also the costuming is phenomenal, that Halloween angel dress?? The entire Halloween Someone Get Hurts sequence might be my favourite. )

Also Renee Rapp, who plays Regina, is just incredibly hot. She also played Regina on Broadway so it makes sense she has the character down. Thats not film critique thats my personal admiration. Its almost a little silly with the "oh no Regina is gaining weight she cant fit her clothes" because she looks amazing. [Edit: She's also obviously - I was gonna say she seems older than the other "teens" but actually she's 24, so Im having a moment of feeling old. And she's actually the same age as Auli'i Cravalho who is a lot younger in my mind because holy shit Moana came out EIGHT years ago?? Angourie Rice/Cady is 23, Jaquel Spivy/Damian is 26, Avantika/Karen is 19, thats more the age I thought they were but not the cast seems to be mostly 23-26. Its so weird when times moves the same for people while your image of them in your head stays the same. So Rapp isn't older she's just a bit bigger (neutral/positive). And she's been playing the role for a long time. And Im allowed to find her hot because she's a goddamn adult and so am I. This paragraph is not critique it is me blogging on my blog. Now Im annoyed at myself for Caveats of Fear but Im gonna stop dwelling on that now.]

On that note, though I originally liked the musical quite a lot, the significant fatphobia in it soured it for me. And Im happy to say in the musical movie, they changed or omitted those lines. I was waiting to cringe and they just sang something else. So that was great. I think the only fat character was Damian (why does that suddenly look like a vampire name?) - Jaquel Spivy - and he seemed comfy and cool, no self deprecating fat jokes or anything. Generally the lines/jokes that were uncomfortable or a bit bigoted have been changed. Though there isnt any disability rep, and theres a random character the burn book claims puts alcohol in her inhaler, like a 3 second joke.

And the big thing is that a lot of the meanness is shown in montages of vertical video and comments - no-brand tiktok obviously - and I think thats pretty realistic, and also in the original theme of not being mean to peoples faces but talking all kinds of shit behind their backs. And I think the montage format is effective in mimicking that endless scroll eyes glazing over stuck in the doom scroll/stuck in the spectacle. The music was good. I really liked how they overlaid the Spring Fling/thematic music with the math competition. If anything, Cady is not as good of a character, her Plastic switch is basically overnight, the scene with Aaron at the party is still kinda of awkward, she doesnt get as much room to breathe, while almost everyone else comes off really well. Heck even the candy cane/glen coco guy did well, I was actually suprised at how differently and yet excellently the actors acted their lines, compared both to the previous movie and the musical. Auli'i is fantastic, scary Janis is *scary*. And I simultaneously want to be her best friend. (It certainly helps that her art is augmented with embroidery and she's carrying embroidery hoops in multiple scenes. Fiber arts my loves.)

When I first saw a trailer my thoughts were "ugh we dont need another movie of this," but I think Ive changed my mind. Its similar enough and different enough that for me its a good adaptation. Also - I almost forgot to say - Janis gets a girlfriend for Spring Fling. Its not a plot point, we're just montaging getting ready and Janis goes to pick her up (in the lavender suit), and Damian is taking photos with two other sapphic couples. And he gets a crush/admirer who again, is just there to be there and doesnt interfere with the main story. I might change my mind again once its had time to settle in my thoughts, but initial impression is that its a fun movie I would watch again. Maybe we want the social commentary to be more incisive than it is, and in the end it is entertainment that needs to not be too boring to hold peoples shortening attention spans. (also neutral). Maybe thats wishing for it to be a movie that its not trying to be, and thats always a recipe for disappointment and also not great or fair analysis. What a fantastic line to end on*.

[cowgirlgazette]

a definitive guide to mastering the sex and the city aesthetic

PART 1!

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part one: disclaimer

sex and the city has to be one of the most absurd shows when it comes to realism, and i watched friends. four beautiful young women, single, with impeccable style and a seemingly endless amount of money parading around town all day as if they're unemployed. and yet, they are employed! all of them! i think that's the part that i find hardest to believe. nobody has enough time to do what they do, but, hey, that's the beauty of television. so, this is a disclaimer. while you can master the satc mindset and act, look, and feel (more or less) like carrie bradshaw, there's gonna be some disconnect.

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part two: style

now, i started watching satc pretty recently, but i know that what i heard most when bringing this show up for discussion was FASHION, FASHION, FASHION! this is definitely a huuuuuuge part of mastering the aesthetic, in my humble opinion. a key aspect of the carrie bradshaw effect is her incredible stylistic choices and her ability to pull them off (despite some obnoxious patterns). so, here's my two cents on how to feel like you're in the show--- through fashion!

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for one, they seem to wear a lot of tight fitting clothes. i don't see a lot of baggy jeans (or really jeans in general), or pants or even baggy tops. carrie, for example, wears a lot of tight-fitting tank tops, usually bra-less. they're usually paired with maxi skirts or shorts or something of the sort. what really struck me about their fashion choices was that they made sense. this might be an unpopular opinion, but i'll expand on it anyway. though the characters do explore with some strange clothing and pattern combinations, the types of clothes that they're wearing make sense for the activity they're doing. well, except for carrie wearing heels to walk around the busy streets of manhattan. but, for example, within the scenes that they're at the gym, doing pilates, running, or doing any other form of exercise, they're wearing that common 90's look that i saw a lot of in friends. this means tight tank tops and athletic shorts or sweats. pair that with a pair of old-school looking headphones (wired headphones, which are a staple of a lot of my outfits!), and you've got your workout outfit. to find clothes id probably go for a thrift or antique store (do they even sell clothes there?). as for more popular stores, i'd stay away from places like forever 21 and h&m unless you're looking for basics, because their clothes are gonna be stagnant in the TRENDY area. overall, just look at pinterest and curate a board that inspires your clothing taste. individuality is a huge part of the girls style. but, the main idea im trying to get across here is stay close to simple clothes, stay away from fleeting trends, and find pieces or patterns that call out to you!

if you really want to stay true to the show, look up common 90's trends. staple pieces i would recommend are:

dainty, classic rings

sustainable jewelry that doesn't turn your skin green. invest in your jewelry! (bracelets, simple necklaces, earrings)

basic clothing pieces without patterns (tank tops, graphic tee's, tube tops--- carrie is very fond of strapless shirts and dresses!)

dresses, simple and ones with patterns. stay away from fast fashion, invest in clothing that lasts!

maxi skirts!!!!!

shorts. shorts are good. jean shorts, athletic shorts, comfortable shorts, all of it! theres all sorts to fit whatever occasion.

buttons ups are perfect if you need a thin, fashionable jacket or an oversized shirt. they come in all sorts of stripes and patterns to fit your mood.

a few different pairs of sunglasses in different shapes

for charlotte lovers--- glasses with thick, black, circular rims. if you don't need prescription glasses, look into blue light glasses or glasses intended for fashion specifically. also pearl earrings!

heels, heels, heels! who cares what people are wearing now-a-days? I'm frankly tired of cute outfits paired with converse or air forces.

invest in a few "going out outfits". this means glittery dresses, short skirts, small, tight tops, and extravagant jewelry.

it's also important to remember that they look good in a lot of their outfits because they're VERY skinny. and very fit.

it's equally important to remember that they had a lot of money (somehow), and were spending it on expensive clothing from high-end stores. that's not to say that you cant replicate it under a tighter budget!

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part three: attitude

if i can get ONE idea across through this entire post, it's that attitude and mindset is the most important part of mastering any aesthetic. have you ever watched a show, and right after you feel like you're living in it? you act, move, talk, and think like the characters? yeah, that's because we mock what we see! so, see it! master that mindset! the best and easiest thing you can do to feel like you're a character in the show is to WATCH THE SHOW. take note of their actions and how they handle themselves. their mindsets, all of it. it's all key to acting and feeling like the characters you wanna be. if you wanna be like charlotte, focus on her. if you wanna be like carrie (maybe don't be exactly like carrie), watch how she handles herself. once again, i'll stress my love for pinterest. create BOARDS! create physical vision boards or collages or journals if you're more into working with your hands and having a physical product. cultivate the kind of person you want to be, there's about a million different images and thoughts that you can take for yourself out there.

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that's all for the first part, cause i feel like i've just talked about nothing for the entirety of this post.

[childotkw]

AhhhhHHH!!!

I’m so happy you’re liking the art, this au has me by the balls, in a frickin chock hold I swear to god. I’m inspired to say the least!

I was looking through the drawing prompts and the little toothless moment was too good to pass up so tada:

I don’t know if I’m quite set on this Lucerys design yet but drawing the clothes has definitely sent me down a armour/historical rabbit hole!

Picturing Luke in his post-cannibal attire has me thinking of all the cool accessories: studded tunics, dragon jewelry and just down right bad-assery that slightly-gone Lucerys is going to have!

In skimming over the last 2 chapters, it’s apparent that Luke will be getting some pretty nasty scarring??? On his leg or maybe his arms in the near future, which is always a fun time to draw, Its also an interesting character foil to Aemond seeing as they’ve both got them from acquiring new dragons 👀

As always thank you for such wonderful material to work from, it’s been so cool seeing the other art and inspiration from ruination!!

It do be like that hey 😂 we can just fall into an endless cycle of screaming in excitement at each other because HOLY SHIT THERES ANOTHER ONE!!!!!

Lucerys, my boy 😭 he’s giving off massive heart-eyes for his murderous dragon and I’m here for it.

Lucerys: he’s baby

Literally everyone else: no he *eats* babies

Lucerys: baby boy, precious son, let’s go commit war crimes :D

Your design for Lucerys is so beautiful as well! Even if this is just one concept, you’ve got such a distinct style! I particularly love the outfit - all the little details are stunning! The chain mail looking a bit like scales, the dragon heads, the braid! He’s so good! 😭😭😭

As for scarring - yeah he’s gonna have one prominent one on his left (from memory) thigh, and a few thinner, less noticeable ones up and down his arms, and a few on his chest. And you’re so right about the parallels of scar = new dragon. It’s a subtle but nice symmetry between Lucerys and Aemond. They’re such great foils to each other!

And thank you, darling, for sending through another amazing piece! You’re so talented, and I’m legit wiggling in my seat at work because I’m so excited! You, and every other artist that’s dropped by to share their incredible creations, are spoiling me and I just love you guys so much 🥰🥰💕💕💕💕💕

[cheeseballsack]

very silly scenario 😜

it was a weekend. lawrence finally decided to get up from his bed, after rotting in it for god knows what. he took off his shirt, only to reveal the ugly scars which show his true body. people never really thought lawrence was pretty or any positive thing on the outside. they’re right. lawrence stared in his mirror, thinking how ugly he is, inside and out. he looks away from the mirror and gets in the shower. it may seem weird but, lawrence always wanted someone to bathe him. to clean him. wash all the negative away. it’s obvious he never got that. he was forced to grow up fast and learn to do things on his own. his mother never cared, let alone his father. he was never there. lawrence wishes he had a dad. a dad that can help him. play with him. talk to him. love him. give him his desired bath that hes been begging for his whole life. lawrence knew cryings not going to make his dad come back, but he just couldnt help it. he cried and sobbed and when he got out of the shower, he aggressively put on his clothes and did the worst.. his wrists, all cut up. he looks at them in horror. why just why did he do this?! he knows this isnt going to help, buts its so addicting when no one is there. theres no one around to hurt you so you need to do it yourself. those thoughts spiral in his head as he begins to cry once again. he crashes onto his bed and cries harder than he ever did before. he wishes he had a dad who wouldve stopped the bleeding and the crying. who would help him leave his endless pit of dark depression. lawrence sees the blood leaking on the bed sheets and groans while crying. he wraps them with extra bandages and falls on his bed again, hoping to fall asleep and leave his nightmare of a world

[lily-alphonse]

penny x sandy please? i think theyd be soo cute!! ♡ hope youre doing well

Oh man okay this seems like a tough one, there is barely even any opportunity for them to cross paths. But we'll make it work!

I think theres a new event in the desert (I cant be bothered to look it up, it doesn’t really matter anyway.) So lets say Gunther, Penny, and the kids are treating this as a bit of a field trip to learn about different biomes and fossils. Penny is full mom mode with a big old hat and continuously applying sunscreen on everyone.

Sandy is pulled into their orbit initially out of curiosity for what Gunther would have to say about the desert. But then the kids notice her and her outlandish clothes (she's giving Ms. Frizzle a bit isnt she?) and start asking her questions. She explains she lives in the desert and Gunther pulls her in to her explanations so he can get back on track with his tour, like "Isn't that right Miss Sandy?" that kind of thing until she is just walking with them next to Penny.

Penny is a little intimidated by Sandy (because who wouldn't be she's tall and older and gorgeous) but tries to just keep her focus on the kids. Sandy is intrigued by Penny initially because she's drawn in by the domestic scene. Sandy lives an exciting and sometimes dangerous life as an employee of Mr. Qi. She sometimes fantasizes about living exactly the kind of life Penny has.

They break for playtime/lunch and Sandy finally has her chance to chat up Penny. She wants to know about her, genuinely curious even about the book she is reading. It’s been a long time since anyone has shown this kind of interest in her. She’s hesitant at first, afraid to bore Sandy in case she’s just making polite conversation. But the more questions Sandy asks, the more Penny feels she can actually talk about things she’s never had the chance to talk about, and Sandy learns that Penny is actually quite passionate despite her dull appearance. She has a way with words that might just be reciting pieces of what she’s read, but it’s fascinating nonetheless how she strings it together.

Penny turns it around on her, asking Sandy questions, and suddenly Sandy feels like the lame one. She hasn’t read a book or kept up with politics or scientific discoveries in years. But hearing Penny talk about it, she almost wants to, now.

She gets Penny’s information, and they begin to write each other. It’s a small bit of routine that’s comforting, getting Penny’s letters each week. And writing her back gives Sandy the motivation to start reading some of the books and newspapers in the store. Eventually they even start reading books together, though Penny is faster, and they both love discussing them together. Every other book is a romance for Sandy’s sake. Romance, and then nonfiction for Penny.

The letters get more personal over time. Penny tells Sandy about her struggles at home. Sandy kind of wants to kill Pam, after some of her stories. Sandy finds herself wanting to take her away from that life. She fantasizes about the beautiful life they could build.

I think it’d be nice and poetic if Sandy could visit during the winter festival, and they end up kissing under mistletoe maybe. Eee that’d be cute.

Essentially I would really want it to be a case of Penny always having a crush on Sandy because she’s Cool ™️ but Sandy’s interest in Penny evolves over time. She’s initially intrigued by her boring life, only to find piece by piece that isnt really what it seems. Penny isn’t even the perfect little housewife, she can’t cook! (To Sandy’s endless amusement)

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[magnolia-sunrise]

i have just like. endless passion for all of the small intimacies and little things Wolf and Bastien get to know about each other after being kind of stuck together for months and also, finally being able to touch each other and be near each other after all those years of pent up desire.

its just . So good and especially paired with the fact its Wolfgang encountering a lot of new situations for them (like having to care for another person and provide for their needs when like. all their hands are trained for is killing) and Bastien very consciously trying really hard to be open and let them in and let them know him. because he doesnt want to repeat his past relationships mistakes and because he's spent two months driving away with their dead body in his car and you know at this point if he doesn't give it his all what's the point, right? and for Wolfgang who has always had to have certain parts of their life walled off from any partners... to have someone see them and what they do, and know them so well ...it's not easy and it's terrifying and they're constantly in danger but when you're given a chance like this?

its a special feeling when after knowing each other for years, eventually even becoming good friends, theres actually a whole unexplored ocean of the person in front of you when you get to see them and be with for whole days and nights. and get to know how they like their coffee and how they wince in pain and how their hair smells in the morning, how their clothes feel when you wear them, how they like to be kissed and held

this is the period of time where all of the sweetest art lives when they just luxuriate in each others company because they couldn't for so long

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love being insane about weather report and i need to spew my thoughts about him and pucci and their stories aligning greatly with those told about cain and abel. as well as emporio being awfully similar to seth- cain and abel's lesser known younger brother. a LOT of biblical talk which i know most people aren't fond of, so it's going under a read more.

the story of cain and abel is so widely known, but i don't think most people know everything - such as the upbringing, the buildup, and the inevitable downfall of the two. the story of cain and abel have been done over and over, each told a varying degree of success, so i think it's interesting to see araki's version of it. (if he even intended the similarities to be there, which could be possible. but i don't doubt it since he is quite well versed in christianity / the imagery.) honestly, when you think about it at first ... the similarities don't seem to be there besides the obvious "pucci killed his brother and betrayed him" since weather got in the way of him achieving heaven. but the longer you look, the more you can see the similarities. so please bear with me as we try to unscramble these thoughts together and best explain the betrayal story of cain and abel, and how seth comes in to save humanity. the most striking for me is the usage and importance of weather report's disk. when cain strikes abel, he is coated in the blood of his brother and because of this- the blood of abel that's staining his clothing, cain would never be able to reach heaven and inevitably leads to his downfall. the blood of abel preventing cain's entry in heaven reminds me a lot of the final showdown between pucci and emporio- the final stretch before gaining eternal greatness, where he is stopped by emoprio's utilization of weather report's disk, effectively preventing him from achieving heaven. while not quite the same, weather report's disk act's as the perfect replacement for abel's blood- a final haunting reminder of the killing of his brethren, now stopping pucci within his tracks and being used against him despite being so close to heaven even after his endless offerings. this is also where emporio's role of seth comes into play- and, in relation to cain and abel, seth services as a replacement for abel after his death- essentially becoming abel's new mouthpiece and ushers in our current humanity. which emporio does after weather's death, acting as his mouthpiece and successfully helping joylne create a new humanity- all while the disk comes back to haunt pucci and prevent him from achieving his goal. it's beautifully poetic, in a way. while obviously not shared by blood, the bond between emporio and weather cannot be underestimated. they had a great deal of trust in each other and it's clear weather even seemingly regarded emporio as a little brother to him, going to immense lengths to keep him safe. there's a lot more in relation to weather report and other biblical allegories- such as heavy weather being triggered subconsciously by weather's hatred for humanity, turning anyone affected by the rainbows into snails. the important bit is the snails, and how snails are thought of as "the symbol of the wicked passing away" within the bible- obviously signifying how weather truly feels about humanity and how vile and "slimey" it has become when regaining his memory. he can feel at ease knowing there will be no more wickedness plaguing humanity anymore. don't know how to properly conclude these thoughts. just hoping my rambles are coherent and don't seem too far stretched, especially since i do believe, in some way, this may be araki's personal retelling of cain and abel to some extent. the man is obviously into christianity and it's aesthetic's, it's not like jesus christ isn't an actual character in the damn series unironically 😭 but i hope theres some cohesion when explaining these thoughts because whew there’s a lot of them.