#this is how he gets his way in our system btw just looks at people and goes 'pleaze 🥺' and it works

[six-six-cicada]

when ur at a rlly low level but u still need 2 do ur job as a Skill or some shit idk

[jesncin]

Musings on fandom racebends and canon characters of color

It's so fascinating how Tana Moon initially accidentally subverted the "disposable poc love interest" trope. She's propped up to be the endgame love interest that Superboy "earns" by learning to grow up and be responsible. As far as half-assed love triangles go, the one between Superboy, Roxy and Tana heavily favors Superboy being committed to Tana to the point of barely reciprocating Roxy's feelings for him. Yeah of course it's a creepy relationship -but as we've discussed before- the writer doesn't see anything wrong with their age gap. It's a fetishistic, racist and misogynistic fantasy where a teen boy can be cool enough to catch the fancy of a sexy dark skinned woman. At the end of the day, Kesel wanted you to like Tana.

But -because of his own biases- Kesel never fleshes out Tana the way Roxy and Knockout (white women btw) get to be explored. I think Kesel assumed Tana being a sexy lamp was enough to hold the interest of young boys reading. And then when Superboy needed a status quo shift that moved him away from his Hawai'i cast system to that of CADMUS, suddenly Tana just... metatexually fulfilled the disposable brown girl trope. Now Superboy has his eyes on a new quirky blonde white girl at work. Tana comes back to die, so both Superboy and the readership move on.

Looking at the way Tana is treated in fandom; how she's made disposable and barred from transformative re-imagining, how when she is included she's treated as this obstacle to overcome before Kon can enter his real, fulfilling relationships with white partners,,, it's like fandom reinforces the disposable brown girl trope inherit in the bias of canon.

And man, does it gets weird when Kon himself is re-imagined as a person of color. I've talked before about how especially in fandom spaces, it's totally fine to racebend a canonically white character if you see something in that worth exploring. I save my big boy critic pants for canon rather than going after spaces of play. BUT when a character's original solo text is inseparable from racism, I have to wonder what we're saying when we give more humanity to re-imagining a white character (who are often afforded more dimension) as POC over the existing (usually underdeveloped) POC characters.

I've seen this "people care more about racebending white characters than already existing canon poc characters" discourse before and I totally get where it's coming from. Many people are more interested in re-imagining Superman as a man of color instead of getting into a character like Steel or Icon (who have their identity more purposely written into their stories), but that doesn't mean those POC!Superman re-imaginings don't have merit either! But at the same time, a canon character like Kong Kenan fulfills the "Superman legacy character with attitude" role way better than Kon ever did, but he doesn't command the same fandom as a man of color.

I guess what I'm heading towards in this ramble is that I wish there was a balance. If you're compelled into appropriating a canonically white character to be more like you or because there's a story to tell, go for it! But I think it's important to be aware of the ways we reinforce canon's bigotry by only giving our creativity to a certain type of character. Like yes, fandom likes making Kon brown, but do they do anything to dismantle or interrogate the racism inherit in his run? Or have we fed back into the racist misogyny of canon by validating the dynamic still in place? Does Kon now just get to dump and dispose of a woman of color while being brown himself as he does it?

[cherllyio]

Li Jing has trapped Nüwa - A season 5 theory

Now I know, this sounds crazy, but dont worry it will all make sense when i show you my evidence for it:

Evidence number 1: How he has the power to do

Evidence number 2: How he has the right motivation to do so

Evidence number 3: Its is shown IN THE LEGO SETS

Evidence number 1: He has the power to do

First of all, Li Jings "Pagado" is weapon used to "trap" people inside of it(sort of like the calabash). He even used this in the original mytholgy against Nezha, when Nezha tried to kill him(Dont worry, i will make an analysis about them soon).

And we even see Li Jing! trap MK in the Pagado in the trailer! (Notice how MK is the only one being pulled forward, while the other are getting pushed back) (This was metioned in a breakdown here)

Second of all, we know this Pagado, is IMPORTANT, with how it placed in the direct middle of the season 5 poster. MK and the rest are even IN A PAGADO IN THIS POSTER. (picture of real life pagoda underneath)

Evidence number 2: He has the right motivation to do so

If we want to understand how Li Jing's motivations works, we first have to look at where he got his ideals from: The Celistial Realm.

Since season 4, we have all been made aware that the whole "Celistial realm system" isnt that great. The Jade Emperor being a prime example of this, as mentioned by Azure.

Azure: "But overtime it became clear for me, that The Jade Emperors only concern was kepping his subjects under his boot"

And if we actually start analyzing it further, we realize that The Celistials realms biggest flaw is that they focus too much on "Order".

Bassicaly: Everyone has their roles and needs to follow them, like how Nezha was so intense about his whole "protect the celistial realm" role. So much indeed, that it was WORTH MORE THAN HIS OWN LIFE.

So it would make sense that in this next season, we would get a direct antagonist(or even villian) who is FROM The Celistial Realm.

Because lets be real, even though MK and the rest are heroes, they dont really follow the celistial realms whole "order system".

They are so incredebly chaotic, that of course someone like Li Jing(whom seems very happy for "intrapping the chaotic", aka putting a circlet on Wukongs head) would not like our protagonists.

And with all this in mind, how would someone like Li Jing then react to Nüwa? Someone who seems to embrace the chaotic as not "something that needs to fixed", but as something that is vital for this world (a real philosophy in dualism btw).

Yea, Li Jing would not like someone like that.

Anyway last evidence:

Evidence Number 3: It is shown in the Lego sets:

The only time we have seen Nüwa in the lego sets was something called the "Celistial Pagoda"

Notice how Li Jing is IN that Lego sets, holding his Pagoda, that looks suspingly a lot like a smaller version of the big Pagado.

With all this in mind then....This is how i imagined it went down:

How Li Jing trapped Nüwa

Li Jing one day learned that the creation godess, Nüwa, was creating something called "The Harbinger of Chaos". He didnt know what it even was, but he DEFINITELY didnt like the sound of it.

Therefore, Li Jing goes to confront Nüwa, trapping her in the process, but... what about MK you might say?

Well as RV sketch theorised in their video: "What is MK", MK is acutally Broken/ not complete yet (hence why he is glitching, and also why his stone has that crack).

Therefore they also theorised that the reason that he isnt Broken/ not complete yet, is because that something happend to Nüwa while she was making him, leaving MK alone and unfinished.

He then, somehow, got brought to live, and found his way to Pigsy.

This then meaning, that if both our theories are correct, Li Jing was the one to trap Nüwa and leaving MK all alone on that mountain.

Li Jing might even have found MK's half finished stone and tried to DESTROY IT. And thinking that he finished the job, he just left it there (not knowing that MK is now the result of that).

Conclusion:

Li Jing not only ruins his own family, but also ruins other peoples(deities) families too!

[diminuel]

I love your Rocks. I cannot imagine them any other way now, no matter what Oda reveals this is the true Rocks in my heart <3

Haha, thank you! I think it'll be a shock to the system once we get the reveal. I often get jump scared when I have to look up some information and see this charming face.

If he's not at least handsome, I'll be upset.

(Btw, a lot of people have told me that Oda has no issues with throwing his shadowy silhouettes over board. But I think silhouettes are one thing. This face is pretty visible, like Oda's already pretty set about his looks. Doesn't mean he won't or can't change it of course!! Follow your heart, Oda! Give him big boobs.)

Also, a thing that amuses me a lot is just how hilariously bad certain reveals might be for my AUs.

Either way, whatever may come, I'm glad that my version of Rocks will live on in our hearts~

[tkaulitzlvr]

hii! this request is based off of ur last one but can u pls do one where reader and tom are at a club or whatever and yn is the one getting rlly drunk and tom has to look after her 😭

love ur stuff btw baby, ur an awesome writer

TAKE CARE OF YOU - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: after you get a little more drunk than expected, it’s up to tom to take care of you - but you aren’t making it easy for him.

content: fluff

a/n: thankyou so much, i hope you like it!!

“baby, don’t you think you’ve had enough of that?” tom asks, reaching over and attempting to take the drink out of my hands. i quickly move away, shaking my head and putting the straw to my lips, the taste burning my throat as i swallow the liquid, the feeling only fuelling my excitement, a low buzz swelling my insides as all i want to do is smile.

the music pulses through my eardrums, lights flashing around the club as people messily dance to the beat whilst tom and i watch from a sofa tucked away in the corner, his arm loosely wrapped around my shoulder, his thumb stroking the bare skin, the spaghetti straps of my small black dress providing next to no coverage. our friends were somewhere within the crowd, tom not feeling like joining in, which meant that, much to my annoyance, i was stuck with him. he refused to leave my side the whole night, his protectiveness only increasing once i started to get a little tipsy.

i was now far beyond the point of being just a little bit hazy - i couldn’t even count how many drinks i’d had anymore, the alcohol pumping through my system the only thing on my mind, not considering tom’s growing worry as i become even more wasted.

“pleaseeee can we go dance?” i beg, looking upwards at him and trying my best to convince him, planting a small kiss on his neck as he sighs, looking downwards at me, shaking his head slowly.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea, you’ve had way too much to drink schatz. i’m only trying to look out for you.” he replies gently, placing a small kiss on my forehead and tightening his hold on me. my shaky hand reaches for the tray of shots in the middle of the table, grabbing whichever one was closest to me, not caring what was in it - i just wanted it in my system.

“love…” tom starts, trying to stop me from taking it, leaning forward and placing both his hands on my shoulders.

i move away from his touch, downing the liquid and feeling it run down my throat before he can stop me, shivering slightly at it’s bitter taste. “stop treating me…like a fucking kid tom. let me have a drink and just, loosen up a little for fucks sake.” i slur, my words harsh as i roll my eyes and turn to him, his face slightly hurt, lips parted.

“i’m just trying to take care of you liebe, stop fighting with me.” he replies calmly, attempting to pull me back into his embrace, leaning backwards into the sofa.

“i’m going to dance.” i mumble, standing up as my body sways slightly, showing how wasted i really am. not giving tom any time to try stop me, i quickly walk towards the dance floor, though i hear him calling my name, the music soon drowning out his voice once i near the crowd of drunken bodies, beginning to sway my hips to the music. a grin takes over my expression, my arms swaying freely in the air, the alcohol controlling my every move. my head throbs, my body becoming sweaty, yet i tune it out, focusing only on the music, until i feel two strong arms wrap their way around my waist, their hold slightly foreign.

i turn around, expecting to see tom, but the deep blue eyes that are staring into mine take me aback, my hands roughly trying to pull his grip off of my waist with little success, the alcohol taking away the small strength that i had.

“get the fuck off of me! are you crazy?” i say, trying to sound as sober as i can, but my words are almost incoherent, the guy chuckling at my struggles.

“don’t be like that. what’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone, hm?” he asks, his hold on me only tightening as i begin to feel like a complete idiot for not listening to tom. if i had just stayed with him and appreciated his efforts to keep me safe, then i wouldn’t be in this situation.

“i have a boyfriend fuck off-” i begin, but my voice is soon cut off by the guy being roughly pulled away from me, all too familiar black braids soon coming into my view.

“you ever touch my girlfriend again and i swear to fucking god i will kill you.” tom threatens, holding the guy’s shirt until he scoffs, letting him go and watching him walk away.

tom’s attention soon turns to me, pulling me closer to him, holding my shoulders whilst he frantically checks my body, looking for any signs that the guy had hurt me. his eyes are glassy, lips parted as ragged breaths escape from them, his hold on me strong, yet he makes sure to not hurt me, attempting to study my expression. all that is clear to see is that i am wasted, my eyes empty, not even completely processing what has just happened, my mind only longing to carry on dancing.

“are you okay baby? did he hurt you?” he asks, sighing in relief when i shake my head, quickly pulling my body into his, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and refusing to let go.

“i’m fine tom, i promise.” i say, genuinely telling the truth.

“we’re leaving now. and don’t try fight me on it, okay?” he asserts, taking my hand in his and leading me out of the bar, my walking all over the place as the alcohol is still strong in my system.

despite what had just happened, i long to be back in there, tugging tom’s arm slightly, causing him to stop and turn around, waiting for me to speak.

“can we stay? just a little longer, please tom?” i plead, pulling him towards me slightly before he reaches the doors. his eyebrows furrow, confused at my question as if i had asked something completely crazy, because to him, i had.

“really? you want to stay, even after all that? you really are absolutely shitfaced.” he replied, lacing his fingers in mine once again. “we’re going home, it’s not safe for you to be here, not when you’re this drunk.”

“you’re so boring tom.” i mumble, having no choice but to leave with him, my body too weak to put up a fight, knowing that he would win and be able to carry me out of the club, which was an option too embarrassing for me to consider, even in this state.

“if wanting to keep my girlfriend safe makes me boring then fine, whatever baby.” tom sighs, opening the doors as the cold immediately hits me, the night bringing on a chilling breeze as the dress i am wearing gives me practically no warmth. i let go of tom’s hand, trying to warm myself up by wrapping my arms around my frame. tom picks up on this, taking off his oversized black jacket and slowly placing it on me, threading my arms through the material and holding my hand once again.

“better?” he asks.

i nod my head, not bothering to think of a quick remark, the throbbing in my head only increasing as the high i was on begins to wear off, leaving a nauseous feeling to spread in the bit of my stomach.

he guides me to his car, opening the door for me and gently placing me in the seat, reaching for the seatbelt and stretching it around my tired frame.

“you okay?” he asks, his hand resting on the end of my seat to hold himself up as his upper body hovers over me from putting my seatbelt on, his brown eyes looking into mine. i nod my head, and he smiles, pecking my lips slowly before bending down to climb out of the car, walking over to the drivers side and hopping in. his hand rests on my thigh, his thumb comfortingly grazing over the soft skin, his other on the wheel as he pulls out, driving home through the empty streets, the early hours of the morning dawning over us.

my eyes falling shut, on the brink of falling asleep, i feel a strong grip lift me from the car, tom using his hands to wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me inside. he slips my heels off whilst still holding me, my head resting on his shoulder. he takes his own shoes off, placing his keys on the table and walking us upstairs.

“tom?” i say, my words muffled into his t-shirt, his jacket still draped over me.

“hm?” he says, moving one of his hands to rub my back.

“i don’t feel too good.” i admit, feeling the urge to throw up as he gets the hint, carrying me into the bathroom and switching the light on. he quickly sets me down as i hunch over the toilet, finally releasing the alcohol from my system. he holds my hair in his hand in a makeshift ponytail, using the other hand to comfortingly rub my back.

“you’re okay, i’m here.” he whispers, bent down beside me as i practically throw my guts up, regret quickly taking over as i wish that i hadn’t drank as much as i did.

i lift my head upwards, feeling completely sober now, tom looking at me sympathetically. he opens his arms for me as i fall into them, wrapping my arms around his torso.

“i’m sorry.” i mumble into him.

“why are you sorry baby?” he asks, running his hands through my hair, brushing out the knots the best he can.

“you’ve had to take care of me the whole night and now i’ve just thrown up and it’s all my fault!” i complain, my eyes welling up as i find myself becoming strangely emotional.

“don’t be sorry my love, that’s what i’m here for.” he begins, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. “now let’s get you ready for bed, yeah? you must be exhausted.”

i nod my head as he pulls me upwards, walking me into our bedroom. i fall into bed, completely drained, not caring that my makeup is still on, or that i’m still in my dress. tom however, does, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently lifting me upwards.

“not yet, come on let’s get this off.” he says, pointing to my dress.

“you do it.” i mutter, too tired to even form complete sentence.

he nods, turning me around so that my back is facing him. his hand reaches for the zipper, pulling it downwards slowly, moving the straps off of my shoulders and getting up, grabbing one of his t-shirts and some fresh underwear for me. he pulls the dress off me and folds it neatly, putting it to the side.

“lift up.” he says, and i obey, allowing him to put his t-shirt on me. the material hangs from my frame, reaching my knees. he passes me my panties, and i put them on lethargically, my body almost passing out in exhaustion. tom gets up, saying nothing and walking to the bathroom, coming back with some makeup wipes.

“you go to sleep baby, i’ll do the rest.” he softly says as i fall backwards into the sheets, feeling him gently wipe the makeup from my face, making sure that he gets everything off, taking extra care to not apply too much pressure and hurt me. he puts the used makeup wipes in the trash, my body on the verge of falling asleep. he takes his clothes off, climbing into bed in his boxers and pulling me closer to him.

“thank you for taking care of me. i love you.” i whisper, my eyes still closed.

“i’ll always be here to look after you. even when you don’t want me to be.” he chuckles, kissing my forehead.

i smile, snuggling closer to him as he wraps his arms around my waist.

“goodnight schatz. i love you.” he says, his voice the last thing i hear before i fall asleep.

requests are open! keep sending them in!!

[zer0brainc3lls]

Newtmas headcanons pt2!

Newt and Thomas both read and they just sit in bed together reading all the time, ever so often gasping and going "you'll never guess what just happened-"

Newt is a chronic clothes THIEF. he doesn't buy baggy clothes because he will just go and steal Thomas's stuff 😭 "its not your shirt, its OUR shirt. big difference." "I BOUGHT IT?!" "AND I PICKED IT FOR YOU!" "YEAH I SEE WHY NOW"

Thomas would see little trinkets or flowers and just give it to Newt with little to no context except maybe "for you!" "i found this" Newt has kept every single one. he presses the flowers and keeps them in a book, the trinkets are in a box.

Newt got told by a doctor he should be using a cane, Newt refused but made the fatal mistake of complaining to Thomas about it.. Newt now has a cane decorated with stickers.

before Newt got the flare he had a weaker immune system then the other guys (aka they have really strong immune systems and his was just normal so everyone thought his was weak) but after he got the flare and got cured it ACTUALLY got weak, like a cold for someone else will have him in bed for days vomiting :( Thomas however almost never gets sick.. so he takes care of sick Newt OFTEN

Newt loves taking care of plants, Thomas cannot keep them alive.

Thomas is wearing shorts in the freezing cold, Newt is in multiple layers the moment the temperate gets even slightly cold

Newt is a flower crown/bracelet WARRIOR. Anytime Thomas comes home with flowers he found if he has enough Newt makes them into bracelets for Thomas to wear around (sometimes he makes crowns but he usually makes bracelets because it’s more practical for Thomas)

Thomas won’t take the bracelets off unless he’s showering/sleeping (so they don’t break) and will wear them till they have withered off

Thomas BEGGED Newt to teach him how to plait hair, once he got it down he plaits Newts hair for him

Thomas sometimes has a hard time focusing, and will sometimes not look at people while they are talking (not in a rude way!!) and Newt will just tap him on the shoulder if it’s someone else but if Thomas is “ignoring” HIM.. yk that move he did to frypan when he was looking at Teresa? Yeah. That gets Thomas’s attention alright 😭 example:

Newt: yeah so then-

Thomas: *staring off into the distance, fiddling with his hands deep in thought*

Newt: *rolls his eyes and grabs Thomas’s face and makes him look at him* y’know you’re s’pose to look at people when they talk to ya Tommy

Thomas: *red in the face* uhm- yeah you’re right- sorry what did you say hun?

(Newt knows this gets Thomas flustered btw. Uses it to his upmost advantage)

When Newt got the cure (I’m insane) he still suffered from the rare burst of anger/paranoia and on very very bad days hallucinations, since he was past the gone when he got the cure. No where near as bad to when he had the flare but still bad none the less, Thomas reassures him constantly and helps him calm down.

Being sick is a massiveee trigger for Newt. Fever, flu, vomiting you name it he’s on edge. Sometimes he gets in his own head and second guesses if he’s really cured but once again Thomas saves the day and is always there for him when he’s sick, staying home more to make sure he’s ok. (Writing a small fic about this btw!!!)

Newt is a back rub fanatic. Loves them. Receiving end or giving he does NOT care!! Thomas figured this out and whenever Newt is upset Thomas rubs his back

Fav kiss placements (giving and receiving):

Newt: gives cheek and neck kisses, loves receiving normal, forehead/hair kisses & neck kisses

Thomas: gives normal, just all over Newts face & neck kisses, loves receiving neck kisses and cheek kisses

More on neck kisses specifically there is a reason beside lust!! Its pulse points, reminds them that this is infact real and the other is ok :)

When they hold hands they sometimes check each others pulses out of habit, if in a uncomfortable scenario one will check the others and if it’s higher they gesture with a head nod if the other wants to leave

They both underestimate their own injuries, the other freaks out when the other is slightly sick/injured because in the scorch tiny cuts or the flu were very dangerous. Not much medicine or anything. Even in the safe haven, it’s a habit they won’t get rid of convinced it keeps them safe. They had a rule in the scorch that they had to tell the other if they were injuried since they own they themselves won’t see it as a big deal. Example:

*in the safe haven*

Thomas: hey Newt I got this cut on my hand today *shows palm, slight cut still bleeding*

Newt: *eyes widen in shock, grabbing Thomas’s hand careful not to touch the wound dragging him away*

Brenda: where are you going?!

Newt: to bandage it!! *tugs Thomas’s faster*

They do the whole deal. Cleaning, bandaging double checking etc :( poor boys

Newt tops, Thomas bottoms. No further questions!!

They are NOT picky eaters. At all. Plates fully clean, they do have favourites though

Newt: he loves sweet foods but also loves spicy food, adores pineapple with his whole heart

Thomas: loves salty food, not the biggest fan of spice. Loves carrots and apples though (the carrot one is canon I think)

Going on about food, they share food without question. Apple? Cut in half. Got a snack? Got extra for the other. The other still has food on their plate (very rare) the other will finish it off.

In the wicked facility whenever Thomas ever saw Newt besides sneaking out (rare af) sometimes they would purposely bump into each other just for an excuse to say hi, very very quickly whispering anything important before being ushered away

Sometimes, the others wouldn’t be there when Thomas snuck around so there were a handful of times it was just Thomas and Newt. Newt remembers this and told Thomas, Thomas however doesn’t and is very sad about it. :(

They have perfected lip reading to a tee. Having full on silent convos while everyone else is just like “really?! AGAIN?” Example:

*Newt and Thomas silently talking, gesturing a fuckton with there faces*

Minho: *whispers to Brenda* I’m slowly figuring out that lil shucking language they got going on

Brenda: *whispers back* how?!

They started learning in the scorch, since they rarely got a moment alone they would silently talk strategy. Slowly but surely it turned into silent flirting in the safe haven so Newt will just mouth something and and Thomas will go OUTLOUD “NEWT. NOT HERE!!” “Tommy they don’t know what I’m saying remember??” “… oh yeah”

Before they got together they got into heated arguments and even got slightly physical, all jokes of course but they would shove eachother around and grabbing each others shirts to “emphasise their point” (GAYYYY 🫵🫵🫵🫵)

Another long yap session, expect more. Also new lil fic on working on but do not threat!! I bet on losing dogs chapter 4 IS COMING OUT SOON. And I may write a short lil spin off of Thomas’s worst flare moments in his pov if yall would enjoy that. And soon one of my moots requested a Jeff x reader fic I usually don’t write those but that will be out soon too!!

[notsoattractivearenti]

Wanna Prove It? (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader)

WC: 800+

Warnings/Tags: pure fluff

A/N: a short one cuz i need to get it out of my system lol. he really is gonna be a great dad one day to our children cuz christian and babies = 🫠😍💗💗💗! btw no it's not dad!pulisic (y'all gotta wait until christmas 😋). anyway hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍 (ps: if you want to be added in my taglist just lmk!)

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Christian and I are having a chill night in, and we spend most of the night laying on our couch with TV on. He gets up into the kitchen to get us some ice cream while I scroll through my Instagram feed on my phone – until I stumble across a video posted by USMNT of Matt Turner and Tim Ream answering a couple of "dad" questions. Just in time, Christian walks back into the living room holding a pint of ice cream and two spoons in his hands.

“Babe, have you seen the video USMNT just posted on Instagram?”

“What video?” He replies.

I show the post to him briefly as he sits back and puts the ice cream and spoons on the table in front of us.

“Oh it’s Matt and Tim! I thought it was another VW video I did!” He laughs. “ I haven’t seen it. Let me have a look.”

“Watch it until the end, I think you’re going to love it.” I suggest as I hand my phone and grab the ice cream.

He watches the short clip and makes some little comments during. He isn’t aware at the moment but from my point of view, excitement is written clearly on his face. There’s no denying he genuinely loves his national teammates (or as he usually calls them: buddies) – he does have some wonderful bonds with most of them.

“Yeah, I can see Joe and Brenden being terrific dads.” He agrees with one of Matt’s answers on the video.

“Wh- Aww, stop it.” Christian slightly blushes when Matt stated Christian would be a great dad and Tim agreed with it. “They’re so nice for saying that.”

“I do love their kids. They’re adorable and sweet!” He excitedly adds. “Also, who doesn’t love to hold babies!?”

“People who don’t like babies, I suppose.” I spontaneously answer him with a mouth full of ice cream – even though he doesn’t ask for one.

“Well, I think they are missing out on one of the best things in the world.” He comments back and it makes me chuckle.

I want to get more reaction from him so I ask him, “Do you think they’re right? That you’re going to be a great dad?”

“Uh…” He pauses. “Do you?”

“Hey, I asked you first!” I jokingly point my finger at him. “Don’t turn it back at me.”

“I mean, I hope I will…” He shyly hesitates. “But I don’t know. I don’t want to sound so cocky...”

“I know you will.” I wink at him.

His face suddenly turns pinkish red but his eyes lighten up so quickly.

“Y/N…”

“Say what you want Chris, but you know I’m right.” I try to convince him.

“Maybe…” Though he sounds unsure, he still agrees with me. “You know, I’m glad you think that way.”

With a spoon still in my mouth, I give him a little smile and nod my head. “Mmhm, you’re most welcome.”

The conversation ends there and we go back to finishing our pint of ice cream - or so I thought.

“You wanna prove it?” He breaks the brief silence.

“Huh.” I think I know what he’s implying but I’m not quite sure. “Prove what?”

“We can make a baby right now and prove I’m capable of being a great dad.” He smirks as he gently grabs my shoulder, pulls me closer then whispers in my ear, “We don’t need to wonder no more…”

Yup. That is exactly what I thought when he said “prove it”. Now it’s my face that turns so red and I nearly choke on my ice cream when he whispered so seductively. Oh, he surely knows how to get me good – what a cheeky man my boyfriend is!

“Christian Mate Pulisic!” I playfully gasp. “You can’t be serious!”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He laughs seeing me so visibly flushed. “I am just offering something you and I both want, sweetheart.”

“Why are you so sure I want it?”

“Well, I mean, you literally talked about always wanting to have babies on our first date, didn’t you?” He states. “You can’t deny it. I remember every word you said, Y/N.”

“And I remember I specifically said one day when I’m finally ready, Chris!” I clarify his statement before he continues. “I am totally not there yet.”

“Okay, but you do want babies right? So my offer still stands.” He moves his eyebrows up and down while giving me a cheeky grin.

“Oh…” I cover my face and shake my head. “Of course but not now, babe! Besides, if I get pregnant today, it’ll be like… A teen pregnancy!”

“You’re in your 20s, Y/N!” He cackles at my remark.

“Still! I feel like I’m way too young to have a baby. I’m still one myself!” I jokingly whine.

“My God, Y/N, you are a baby.” He says sarcastically. “I’m just messing with you, my love.”

“I know, Chris, I’m not dumb.”

“Don’t worry, no need to rush, yeah? We can definitely wait.” He kisses my forehead. “‘Cause you’re the only baby mama I want.”

—

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[i-got-poisenality]

OK OK I SHOULD PROBABLY CALM DOWN WITH MY NEWSIES AU BUT ALSO I REFUSE TO DO THAT

ON THIS TOPIC: CRUTCHTRACK CENTRIC APOCALYPSE AU

(the idea for this came from a) a dream i had, b) overgrown garden by beetlebug, and c) current political events in the united states)

idk what kind of apocalypse this is, whether it’s zombies or what have you, but the main point is that things have gone to shit and the newsies are one of the groups trying to survive

fair warning, most of this is raw material from my dream so it’s gonna sound strange

basing the first plot point off the strange dream that i had last night (i was Race in this dream btw lol), the newsies are camping out in an abandoned mansion. i’m gonna say this was Pulitzer’s mansion but he’s dead now so Kath claimed it in the name of newsies. anyways, somehow something happens that starts a countdown to the mansion blowing up (i’ll refine this later but i liked the idea of dramatically splitting the party), so people booked it, everyone was shouting to get out and three main groups form based on who goes through which exit. one is lead by Davey, one by Sarah, and the last (our pov group) is lead by Jack and notably contains Kath Race Crutchie and Les

our pov group ends up needing to use this weird tunnel system to get out, Race is taking up the rear of the group mainly because he’s trying to make sure Crutchie stays with them and doesn’t fall behind (not in an ableist way, he’s just concerned that his best friend/love interest isn’t the fastest and that could result in actual death)

anyways, they get outside and run to some shelter behind the walls of a ruined house

but Les isn’t there

Crutchie ends up rushing back to the tunnel that’s gonna explode soon on pure instinct to try to save Les

all that the rest of the group can do is wait

then the blast comes and neither Crutchie nor Les is back (don’t worry! they’re both alive! but they do get separated from the rest of the group and everyone thinks they’re dead for a little while)

Race refuses to believe they’re dead and frantically digs through the rubble of the tunnel to try to find them, he can’t and Kath Jack and Race hold a small funeral

HOWEVER!! jumping back to when Crutchie runs back into the tunnel for Les

(and please bear with me this is such a rough draft i just need to split the party)

he finds him a little while back in a more solid and natural looking branch off of the tunnel but the main tunnel is already shaking with the impact of the explosion and beginning to collapse, too far back in the tunnel to definitely make it out, they take the smaller, hopefully more solid tunnel as quickly as they can

they do make it out but they’re pretty far away from where the rest of Jack’s group is

by the time they make it over to where Jacks group was, they’d left

the first main objective is to reunite Crutchie and Les with the rest of the group and eventually to bring all three groups back together

then it’ll be surviving and finding a new, safe place to live

also i promise that i’ll clean up the details of this, most of this came from a dream and you know how those are so i have to make the plot more solid and believable

send me asks if you wanna know anything else about it or any specific character details (please i’m begging you)

[oceansssblue]

Can i get a rex x male reader life day fic where Rex is having seasonal depression regarding his brothers, and reader comforts him over a mug of hot chocolate?

(I just rewatched the umbara arc and am craving hurt/comfort)

Of COURSE you can!! Umbara made unspeakable things to us... 🥹 Let's give our dear cap some comfort! 💖

PS. Remember I'm still taking any free xmas clone requests or any of the xmas prompts (reminder at the end of this oneshot).

Btw, I think this is my first time ever writing as a male reader. Hope you like it dear!

Xx, Blue.

"C FOR CHOCOLATE COMFORT" – REX/MALE READER 💔💖

WARNINGS: references to depression&burn out, lost family, and war. Established relationship, fleeting sex reference but no scene at all, kisses, comfort.

They should have been here too.

It's all Rex can think about, lounging on the sofa of his boyfriends's apartment in Corusscant; that his brave, loyal brothers should have had the right to enjoy Life Day too. All those little things nats like to do; decorate, bake, ice skate and build snowmans on one of the multiple artificial platforms in the Capital. They deserved to be cherished, loved; and not end like another lost number to this seemingly endless war.

Though Rex would never give up on this fight –his sense of loyalty and his need to protect others too strong for that– he can't help but feel some sort of tired numbness after Umbara. The good thing about having so many brothers is that he'd never feel really alone; the bad, that he's constantly losing people he has grown to love. Some deaths hit deeper than others; but all of them make a little tug at his heart, and Rex doesn't know how much longer he can soldier through them before the cord finally breaks.

The guilt is a problem on it's own. Why is he allowed to relax in a warm, cozy apartment, why can he have a beautiful relationship and enjoy this years Life Day, while other vods don't?

The sound of the door opening interrupts his spiraling thoughts; and Rex glances towards it right in time to see his partner locking the door and shooting him a shivering smile.

"Hey!" You grin at your favorite trooper, taking your scarf and gloves off and blowing some air on your cold fingertips. "Kark, I couldn't wait to get home!"

You abandon your jacket and winter accesories in the rack by the door –next to Rex's armour–; carelessly shrug your boots off, and pad towards the living room. The heating system is on, and the floor is pleasantly warm. It's a welcoming feeling; you had felt yourself freezing, though you know you'll return to normal in just a few minutes.

You drop down next to Rex and press your body against his side; sitting sideways so that you can put your legs over his lap. Your hands inmediately climb up to the neck of his –yours– jumper; fondly playing with it while you smile up at this god of a man.

"Hi" you whisper sweetly, eyes flickering over every inch of his handsome face. "Miss me?"

You have a habit of doing this; asking this silly questions in an unconscious attempt to help Rex express his feelings. He's a fantastic lover; but more often than not it's easier for him to show his love for you with his hands and lips –and cock– than to actually talk.

He doesn't find it annoying though –quite the opposite, it's endearing the way you sound so innocent and hopefull–; and gives in inmediately.

"Yeah" he whispers back, letting out a long sigh and closing his eyes. "You know I did, cyare".

You hum and stay quiet; observing your boyfriends reaction closely. You've been with him long enough to know there's something else going on.

"You' okay?" You ask, gently cupping his face between your hands, softly pushing up so that you can search for an answer in his eyes.

Rex flinches almost imperceptively; and you somehow doubt it's just because of your cold fingers. You give him a gentle look and caress his cheek with your thumbs.

"Want to talk about it?" You carefully ask.

The man sighs. All of his muscles relax like a deflated balloon; perhaps innerly glad you've caught onto his worries without him needing to point them out.

He catches your hands with his and squeezes them softly.

"Just the usual" he answers, voice low and vulnerable in the silence of the room. "Thinking on how lucky I am to be here, to have you, while others..."

Rex's throat bobs, the sentence unfinished, but you can guess his line of thought. You've talked about this before.

"It's not your fault" you tenderly say to him, a recurrent reminder in your relationship. "You can't control everything, love".

Rex sighs and dejectedly nods. He turns a bit around so that he can burry his face on your neck. Seek solace there. You caress his strong back up and down and kiss the crown of his blond head.

"I know" the captain mumbles against your skin, sending a little shiver through your body inevitably. "I just wish they were here too".

You nod, still hugging him, and cuddle his body further into you.

"And that's perfectly understandable, love" you validate, and both of you stay in silence for a few minutes, calming each other down.

When Rex stirs –a subtle sign that he's had enough of this sort of comfort and that he's a bit unsure about keeping showing this vulnerability– you let him pull back and shoot a grin at him.

"You know what you need?" You try to gain back a bit of that cheery holiday feeling, and pat his thigh while springing up to a stand. "A big C for Chocolate Comfort".

You peck his lips –perhaps deepening the kiss and delaying your departure a bit too much to be considered quick and innocent– and give him a last smile before you dissapear towards the kitchen.

Unknown to you, Rex smiles softly and patiently waits for you to come back; the small clattering of potts and mugs familiar and comforting. He has called you "love" before; but he hasn't actually told you he loves you yet. He will, soon. Your presence is like a warm blanket; a beacon of light in a world full of darkness.

You return ten minutes later; two mugs of hot, sweet chocolate in your hands. You carefully place them in the small living room table; signaling the darker one in colour to Rex.

"This one's yours. I used dark chocolate from Kashyyyk" you explain, attentively observing the man's reaction after his first temptative sip.

Rex groans; the sound so similar to what you usually hear in bed that it sends a faint blush all the way from your cheeks to your neck.

"It's great" he hums in aproval, glancing at your own mug still on the small coffee table. A little teasing smile perches on his lips. "And I assume you used the sweetest sugariest chocolate you could find for yours?"

You laugh, nodding in happy deafeat.

"You know me" you joke, taking a sip of your own hot chocolate and humming at how good it tastes.

Rex cups your face and turns it towards his; slowly dipping down to steal a soft, slow kiss.

"And I love every bit" he whispers softly, making you melt against him.

It's the closest Rex has come to admitting you he loves you; and you can't wait until he's finally confident to say it out loud. He's your man. He's it for you.

You smile and kiss him back; then rest your forehead against his.

"I love you, Rex. Happy Life Day".

Your boyfriend answers with a happy sigh and tenderly caress your cheeks with his thumbs.

"Happy Life Day, ner Karta (my heart)".

THE END.

Wasn't it sweet? I love Rex, aww

PS. Reminder of the prompts you can ask a request of (besides one of your own):

[theshadowrealmitself]

Weird ass dream (nightmare) I had last night, I’m with 4 other people and we’re far away from any of our homes, we’re waiting for our bus but it just. fucking skips us. So we’re like “wtf are we gonna do till it comes by again” because this a bus that runs by once an hour

We end up in a large building to “bowl”, you start at the top floor, and then go down a level each time you complete a round, everyone completes a round when each person gets their ball (looks like a bowling ball, feels and behaves like a bouncy ball) into the hole (essentially mini golf with bouncy balls we kept calling bowling)

The “bowling” place is visibly run by monsters, btw, they’re all giants (the guy escorting us to the top level didn’t even walk all the way with us because he didn’t want to fold his way body to crawl up the stairs, so he yelled instructions up while I stared down at his creepy face half hidden in shadows) with eyes open wide (I don’t think they had eyelids now that I think about it) and extremely sharp teeth that were always pressed together in a “smile”

After telling us the instructions, he then started mocking me for aging out of the foster system and being alone?? I called him an asshole and we started the game

So it’s me and 4 other people who have all paired together, I’m supposed to go last and everyone else is being so slow, and it’s upsetting me because I’m Aware™️ of the fact that this is gonna take us longer than the bus to come back, meanwhile everyone’s acting like I’m upset because I’m jealous I don’t have anyone to be paired off with

The person who’s supposed to go before me is just not taking their turn for whatever reason and eventually they dramatically run off and everyone else follows them to comfort them, meanwhile I’m upset at how long this is taking and thinking of the bus schedule, so I throw that person’s ball into the hole, then throw mine in to head to the bus stop

I’m actually feeling pretty good about my two hole-in-ones when the scoreboard starts mocking me for being alone and that guy who was telling us instructions starts crawling extremely fast up the stairs and there’s no room for me to go by him, there’s nothing I can do

I’m startled awake, I fall back asleep, I’m back in that place, except I’m now in the garage under it, most of the group is gone now, it’s just me and the person who was originally paired off with the person who ran off last time

Everyone around us keeps praising management for making the garage easier to navigate, but it’s being impossible for us, the arrows on the ground make no sense, and it seems like every time we’re stepping outside, we’re actually stepping into a new part of the garage

We finally are just about to be outside when we’re stopped by Sam and Dean Winchester?? Who are like “we know something supernatural is happening, let us help” and the person I’m with is all for it, but I’m like “I just wanna leave”, well. turns out that wasn’t actually Sam and Dean, as they get pissed by my refusal and start growing in size, eyes getting wider, and teeth sharpening, they’re still holding onto our arms, we can’t escape

I wake up, I fall back asleep, I’m back in the garage.

This time, there’s no one from the original group, there’s still other people also running around the garage, looking at the arrows on the ground, trying to leave, I am too, but not with any haste, although I know I’m in danger and I need to leave, it’s really hard to focus on that and my brain feels foggy, so I’m more wandering than anything

I don’t know how long I’m down there, it could’ve been minutes, it could’ve been days, just staring at the arrows on the ground, walking slowly, gray surrounding my vision, the only thing breaking up the monotony is the people shoving me as they try harder than me to escape

I don’t remember waking up, I don’t think I ever left the garage in my dream

[theroguescientist]

Polish scientist watches Orb: Episode 8

Jolenta talks about her "master". Badeni is clearly not falling for it. Meanwhile, he can probably convince her the work he's doing is for the abbey, just long enough to get her involved in his project.

They seem to be getting along well. For now. You know, except for the part where he's just waiting to throw her under the bus if anything goes wrong.

Oooh, that's a fun model, with the central fire! The Sun, the Earth and everything orbiting around something we can't see. Totally wrong in some ways, but surprisingly correct in others. Since the Solar System moves around the center of the galaxy and the galaxy itself is also moving...

Reading about surprisingly correct guesses made by people who couldn't possibly have known certain facts is just really interesting to me. Like how we didn't actually discover Antarctica until the 19th century or something, but people have theorized that there must be a continent down there for nearly as long as they've known there is a "down there". Fascinating stuff.

Ah, here's Aristarchus again! Interesting how all these other models of the universe are widely considered ridiculous, but still known to the well-educated, but hardly anyone has heard of this guy. Is the show implying that the church knows for sure that he was right and has been hiding this truth since the begining of its existance? Is there a centuries old worldwide conspiracy, like the one modern flat-earthers believe in, except the truth They are hiding is the thing flat-earthers refuse to believe in? Because that's both frightening and hilarious at the same time.

I like how Badeni uses his status as a holy man (plus, possibly a bit of "you're just a girl, nobody's going to believe you") to get away with talking about those theories quite openly to someone he can't be sure he can trust yet. You can tell Jolenta's thinking "I could get in trouble for listening to him… but he's a monk from the abbey… so the things he says can't be too heretical… right?"

But she still panics after they leave.

Oooh, interesting. Could the Count be our new ally? He seems willing to challenge the status quo.

Wait? Does he not know the guys aren't letting Jolenta into the meetings? Was it actually her job to attend them all along and nobody fucking told her?! I'd be so mad if I was in her place.

Ha! Of course he knew it was her who wrote that paper. He wouldn't be doing what he's doing if he wasn't interested in figuring things out.

Yesss! Finally she told Badeni and Oczy the truth! Also, congrats on getting moved to the observatory.

Ha. Badeni hasn't figured out everything on his own either. Even though a smart guy like him really should have. Wasn't the room they talked in earlier on the Count's property? And she said she worked at an observatory. How many observatories could there be in one town in a time and place where astronomical research is actively discouraged?

Badeni is afraid of the Count, huh? Either he thinks the Count is against this kind of research and will turn him in or he knows just how smart the old man is and worries he might have to share the credit. To a guy like Badeni, both options are equally frightening :P

Oczy, as usual, doesn't know what's going on. Nobody tells him anything, and until recently he was happier that way.

Btw, I'm not some kind of expert on the history of architecture or anything, but some of the interiors at the Count's place look surprisingly modern? Like, not actually modern, but more modern than the rest of the setting?

Okay. The Count is fine with questioning the status quo and even the teachings of the Church to some degree, but isn't quite ready to consider that he might have been wrong. I guess that is the difficult part. To really devote yourself to the truth you must be ready to question even yourself.

In Mathematics realizing that you've been wrong all along is pretty rare. Like sometimes a conjecture you wanted to prove turns out to be false, but once something is actually proved, it generally stays proved. But I have dabbled in theoretical physics and, yeah, sometimes new theories rise and fall before you even get around to properly studying them. It's a bit overwhelming even if you manage to keep an open mind.

Ooh, Count Piast backstory! "Don't bother coming home." And yet, he is a count. So I guess he did end up inheriting the title.

Ooor did he actually inherit not from his father, but from the professor, who is apparently also his relative? He certainly seems to think he inherited his mission. Another great character introduction!

(Also, I've just read a paper that solves a certain problem using a very simple approach that my team did not consider. My boss is worried it might make our current project irrelevant, but I think I know how we can actually use those results to improve ours. Let's hope he's not too attatched to that one idea. So, yeah, the stakes aren't nearly as high for me, but this is kinda relatable right now.)

[tyrantisterror]

No Small Feat Artwork Pt. 1 - The PCs

By request, I'm gonna show off some of the artwork for No Small Feat, a Midgaheim story my friends and I told through the TTRPG system Fabula Ultima. I drew a lot of characters and monsters for it, and my friends - in particular, @dragonzzilla, @scatha5, and @dinosaurana - helped line and color them so we'd have cute little sprites to use on our online battlemaps, which really helped sell the whole "we're playing an oldschool turn based RPG" vibe that Fabula Ultima's system is going for.

For the first batch, it makes sense to start with the heroes of the game. Since No Small Feat was a fairy tale pastiche, we worked hard as a group to make sure each PC felt like a fairy tale protagonist more than a stock fantasy hero - characters that, while not incapable of defending themselves, would be more suited to using trickery, guile, and in some cases, compassion to solve problems.

@scatha5 created Bright Eyes, a young noblewoman whose parents tried to marry her off to a much older man without consulting her, and chose to deal with that by leaving home, disguising herself as a peasant boy, and basically traveling the earth with her pet cat that was secret a Puk (i.e. a tiny dragon) named Longshanks.

@cerothenull created Charles, a minotaur living in the town Aesopton (some involved Midgaheim world-building for your pleasure: Aesopton, while located in the kingdom of Engelsex, was founded by soldiers from the Mediterran Empire who were left behind during one of the Empire's many failed Wars of Conquest. Without the resources needed to make the journey home, they just settled down in the country they failed to take over and lived humble lives, with their descendants identifying as people of Engelsex rather than Mediterra, though they kept many Mediterran customs). Charles began as a farmer who kept a good pomegranate orchard, but, thanks to some dubious advice from one of his neighbors, he got lost and found himself in a less obscure part of Engelsex, and spent most of the campaign trying to survive long enough to find a way home.

My friend Cene created Edmund Gilford, the son of two knights who died defending the King of Engelsex from an attempted coup, and who had to inherit their duties way too early. One day, while hunting with his servants, he went off on his own and was a bit rude to a woman in the woods, and wouldn't you know it he ended up turning into a big chimeric monster. Edmund began the story as arrogant, selfish, and antagonistic, but slowly grew to discover a more altruistic side to himself as the story progressed.

@dinosaurana created Montblanc, a nice fellow who also met a mysterious woman in the woods and happened to mention that he wanted to see more of the world. She gave him a book with an eyeball in it and tasked him with drawing at least 100 different monsters, which became a major component of how the whole campaign was structured (and why this art post has to be in so many parts). I believe dinosaurana pitched the character to me as "what if Newt Scamander didn't suck ass?" which is a damn solid pitch for my money. Montblanc also has a pet barnacle goose named Barnaby, and we all love Barnaby in this house.

Finally, @shadyserpent269 created Scrunt, a roughly human-sized dragon who was the wildcard in an already kind of chaotic party of weirdos, which is just what this fairy tale needed to cook with gas!

We'll end this with some art of Barnaby and Longshanks, so you can get a better look at them. Barnacle geese aren't chimeras, btw - they're just barnacles that, through magic, evolved to resemble geese in shape and size. They eat carrion!

[kim-ruzek]

It was a great season premiere, right? First Adam was staring down the barrell of a gun, and that was A Scene. I held my breath through it all. Then her and his new partner talked about how she watched her partner die, and then... that ending! I kind of knew she was a goner, considering how much spoilers were about that other actress joining the team and nothing about her. But still, the way it happended, and the look on Adam's face? Brilliant. (btw, I'm still bitter his near-death experience only had a one-episode consequences last season, but it was a weird season, so I can forgive it, if they dig into it now ;)

OH it really, really was !!

When we got Adam staring down the barrel of a gun, I was like damn this season is starting off HOT and I thought that would be the peak of the amazingness of the episode. But no... we had THAT ending as well which was just...so fucking good for an ending.

I too knew something would be up with her, depending we had heard nothing about her, but damn, I did not think death (my brain also did forget reading the press release for ep2, otherwise it probably would've lmao) but even if I did, it DEFINITELY did not think like that.

That was cold, shocking to the system in such a very real fashion and oh so devastating for our poor boy Adam.

I really loved how they managed to settle her in within the episode, establish enough backstory and connection (especially to Adam) AND weave in the foreshadowing with the near miss and the talk of her old partner enough to actually make the death hard hitting even though we, the audience, only just met her but without overdoing it and making the episode really clunky, especially as the connection establishment was the b plot to the voight a plot.

And YES I am also still salty his shooting only got briefly touched upon last season but I'm thinking we're going to get something like we got for Kim -- a season later and the long term consequences are showing up, and I'll be really interested in seeing how the situation affects Adam differently.

And I love how the premiere already touched upon the affect of seeing your partner shot, through Adam's facing the gun (which the way he squared up to it even though now he KNOWS what it's like to feel your life fading?? Oof) and him checking on Emily after and now we get to see that becoming Adam's reality, with an extra helping of guilt because he got her into intelligence.

I am a little sad we don't get any Kim during episode 2 to see her being there to be an emotional rock for Adam, even if it's in the background (likewise that we didn't get to get a quick few seconds scene of Kim checking if Adam was a-ok himself after facing the gun this episode) but I think it's pretty clear this will be, or will lead into, Adam's storyline angst this season so hopefully while we won't get her this episode, we will get her later.

(Plus we've seen in the past with Adam that when things like this happen, in the immediate aftermath he likes to throw himself all in and just rage and dwell in his guilt and feelings so I kinda like we'll get to just focus on him this episode feeling all that to really explore how it feels to have your partner shot in the head right next to you).

But I do hope we at least get a mention of Kim (like Kim being that emotional rock for him despite being apart; which she still is because she knows the first hours are just going to be so hectic for Adam and he can't rest until at least initial justice is served for Emily and he'd want her to finish off because she can do all she can from there (except physical intimacy but yes it's different but he DOES still have Kev, and Trudy (and Mack) so he's not going to be deprived of a hug if he so needs it and he's going to be around people he has and can cry around if needed) and her coming home early may just add an unnecessary burden of guilt onto him some more - because we know our boy can really feel that guilt when he gets rolling.

And it's almost more powerful seeing how deep and secure and just loving their relationship is now that they can be there for each other without being in physical proximity. That Kim trusts him to not completely spiral, that they have a support system, that Adam KNOWS he'll get love and affection from Kim just the same even if it's days after the initial trauma so it's not a take this now or not get it at all situation.

I mean, that is, if they have Kim stay at the conference. They could just end up making her get stuck on her way home which is fine I guess.

ANYWAY sorry this took literally a whole week to get around to, I wrote up most of this last week but life really has gotten ahold of me and I didn't have the energy to complete it and I really wanted to make this a detailed answer to you, not just an 'i agree'. Better late than never?

Thank you for asking!!! 💞💞💞

[fictionfolk-safehaven]

hi !! so ehh we have an alastor fictive ( hazbin hotel ) who's mentioned offhandedly a couple times that she's uncomfortable w being so source connected ?? as in, her source character is obviously Not Great but he has a lot of Canon mannerisms and sometimes thought processes. And she's really sweet, genuinely, but is also very much Alastor and has no intentions to become less source connected. But he js feels uncomfortable with what his source did and how alike she is too source ?? kinda like a " how different am I really from this Not Good Person " I guess .. and we wanna help her !! but really aren't sure how .. we have 2 other fictives from a commonly considered problematic source but both of them are barely anything like source, so we don't have much to go off ??

- 🕛🌫️

Post Author: Techno

CW's: None as far as I can tell.

Sorry this one took so long! We feel like there's a couple different ways to look at this, and so it took a bit of debating, but I think I'm gonna just say this.

For me, a fictive sourced from a violent person whose actions were debatable at best and sometimes just objectively cruel, I think the best thing I could've done was just acknowledge that I don't have to be different from my source. I don't owe that to anyone. The difference, the one that matters, is that I'm living a mundane life with people I love and I'm not hurting anyone anymore. I'm making the choice to live this life and do my best in it. I think that's the only difference that matters. I'm actively source connected; I get what can only be described as identity euphoria from being acknowledged as my source, being similar to my source including in ways that are seen as "bad." I'm an anger holder, particularly a holder of our anger around social justice. And my system acknowledges me as needed, and respected, and I fucking love that my role is to hold anger around our core values, even if my source is known for lashing out and causing utter destruction because of those ideals and that anger. What matters isn't the mannerisms, or that personality, or the feelings- it's what you do with it. I'm the exact same person as my source; I'm just doing something different with it. Choices are what make you you, or whatever, right? I'm making a different fuckin' choice.

And while I don't know your system, or your fictive (hello to her btw), I think that's the only advice we can give in this situation. It sounds like he's source connected and wants to stay that way, so separation is a no-go, so I think our advice is that it's not always as simple as "Fictive does not equal source." Sometimes we are our source, just in a different life, and doing different things. I'm not gonna be committing arson and destroying lives anytime soon, even though I'm still very much the person who did a lot of that in canon. What's that one screenshot everyone quotes? "In another life, I really would have enjoyed just doing laundry and taxes with you."

Yeah that. That's what I am. I'm just me, but doing laundry and taxes. She's allowed to be just Alastor, if she doesn't want to change himself, but doing laundry and taxes.

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 12

Pages 331-360

Art continues to deteriorate my art style looks goofy as hell but we're on the final stretch I CAN FEEL IT IN MAH BONES AII AAIII AAAHHH-

*Wrote this forever ago btw. lmfao

Funtime Foxy makes his grand appearance.

I continued to find it hilarious I had zero ideas for Foxy considering he's such a fan favorite but Funtime Foxy I had ideas for.

Foxy that's harassment.

Under usual circumstances I think they're pretty friendly but obviously Freddy's harboring a person in his stomach rn so...Not good. XD

Shinji toilet pose aside, Funtime Freddy being relatable is what I ended up going with for this "Rewrite" in the script. People liked Funtime Freddy's relatability so I ended up choosing that in this segment over him being a threatening antagonist.

Was that a good choice? idk.

If you're wondering:

The original concept was that due to Funtime Freddy's stubbornness and general anxiety, he was the ONE robot Mike couldn't logic talk his way around.

Ended up going with this route of Mike's usual adaptability to switching to soothing Freddy to get him to do what he wants.

Because Creation's Mike's biggest character trait is being a manipulator X'D

Which I can't remember if I've touched on this before buuuut:

Thematically Mike and William having the character traits of "manipulator" is intentional.

Like Mike and William in general are written to have a LOT of parallels.

Both are ill as fuck mentally, Mike just copes with it better.

Mike has support systems to keep him from becoming anything like William.

Mike has the ability to confront things WAAAY better than William.

Mike and William both have shitty relationships with their parents.

They even kinda LOOK similar. (In a VERY early draft I vaguely remember considering Mike to be one of William's kids but this was dropped so early in development but Mike having a shitty father was smth that stayed as a concept through to the final.)

Point is: They're alike. And that's fun to see how exactly our protagonist Mikey boy is compared to William as more scenes with William happen. He's not nearly focused on as much in the FNAF 1 arc but I plan to show him more in other comics eventually. Like Spring Bonnie's friends.

Oh hey color is back.

Mike contemplates what to do moving forward considering Funtime Freddy can't move forward.

Mike NOOOOO.

Flaaaaaashback.

Pep talk from Mike.

Funtime Freddy wanting to avoid Michael.

For some reason.

Michael being sus.

Well, he got dunked on.

IT WAS A LONG TIME COMING. THE REVEAL BABYYYYYY.

Alright let's talk quickly about the reveal shit and all of it leading to this: Michael's design was a huge give away. He's had the face plate design on his face since his first appearance. He's been very obviously a Sister Location inspired robot. Robots made by William Afton.

He and Sammy are the only two people with unrealistic eye colors.

Michael's eyes were often drawn glowing.

Michael's backstory just didn't make any sense if you looked at it hard enough. (This is because he's not a real person)

His "Death" at the hands of mangle show he could get impaled in the stomach and live. Because he's a robot.

And why?

Why did the story take this narrative route: I just wanted to make a robot character that seemed human better than Charlie from the trilogy.

Logic wise she makes no sense and I wanted to write a robot that pretends to be human with more logic behind it. (...Yes fnaf is insane but I do like a level of logic to the stories...otherwise it's just gets silly and outlandish and not in a fun way. ESPECIALLY if you have a twist/reveal...Like those are only impactful in a satisfying way if there's LOGIC behind it)

FSR, out of EVERY bullshit thing in FNAF. Charlie being a robot pisses me off the most. X'D

Originally: Michael was meant to run around in a female Spring Bonnie suit and a reveal was that HE WAS this Spring Bonnie character. (I would still like to do this somewhere down the line possibly without the reveal. X"D) His name was also "Dave" at one point. He was a red haring for the killer back when I first started writing the plot of this comic.

This character evolved into William's weird robot son in a lowkey call back to the stupid af "Mikebot" theory. X'D

SO Michael's entire existence in this comic is "Shit I hated the fandom's/the book's take on, done in a way I enjoy"

Yeah Mike, Michael's your friend.

All of Michael's actions do speak to a level of him caring about Mike's safety and friendship.

I'll let Michael monologue but man I just. Love MIchael so much in this comic. X'D

He's not a good person by any stretch. He's sat idly by while his father MURDERED PEOPLE for his creation.

Also: This comic's name "Creations".

Michael is the creation.

*Dabs* This is so stupid. XD

But yeah Michael: That sweet persona he slaps on is a mask. He's a jaded, kind of evil person. HE IS Afton's children. None of them were good people either.

Like cody: he's too much of a coward to face his father.

Like Josh: He's an asshole

and Like how Elizabeth became: he's a manipulator.

Michael's awful and I love him.

He's also very tragic for the reason he is an entity in perpetual agony and emotionally (And honestly physically due to how he describes the process of Afton creating him) abused by his father.

He feels powerless to change things but wants too, exerts control over characters he KNOWS he can like the funtime animatronics and does so due to being powerless in other fields of his life.

He slaps on a mask of this friendly ignorant facade of the owner's sheltered son so people will like, trust and want to be friends because he's a lonely person who can only make friends with his father's OTHER victims who are trapped inside the suits/animatronics. (Since as I stated Michael IS a victim in this too)

Bonnie even seems to KNOW he's a victim considering Michael's talk with Bonnie way earlier in the comic.

But this mask cracks around Mike because Mike is in a lot of ways JUST like Michael.

Abused by their family, powerless, putting on facades and masks and at the end of the day just want others to connect with them and to change horrible circumstances.

We reached the image limit but I love these characters so much. 💙💜

*And talking form 10/11/2024 now: I have a desire to finish this ARC of the story! So stay tuned and hopefully i stay motivated!

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Random Star Trek thoughts now that my parents and I are a decent ways in to the first season of the original series. (none of us has ever seen the full show from start to finish, despite them being born in the 60's)

How many godlike alien races who want to watch the human race struggle for funsies like a twisted TV program are there in this universe

How do people dislike Enterprise when season one of the original series exists? Like how do you justify that? Kirk makes more ridiculous mistakes than Archer ever did and Kirk is around when humans have been in space for 100+ years! Enterprise was the FIRST, of course they were naive and made stupid mistakes and offended random aliens. What's Kirk's excuse? (I know out of story it's because the ~lore~ and ~worldbuilding~ were still in the process of being created, but seriously. what is people's beef with Enterprise and how DO they justify it when ssn one of the original exists?)

I love that the godlike alien races who keep kidnapping the crew have been absolutely ridiculous. Like we had the guys who wanted humans to be an attraction in their zoo and were gonna breed them as slaves to fix up their planet for them, only to finally check out Earth's history and go "wholy crap you guys are VIOLENT when in captivity you know what never mind we are afraid of you now plz leave". And then the guys who owned the planet that made whatever you were thinking of real (including, but not limited to, Alice in Wonderland characters, a tiger, a medieval knight, Kirk's Irish nemesis from college, and a WW2 plane that started a strafing run on the poor souls who accidentally summoned it) but neglected to tell the humans what was going on until after Bones DIED. Allegedly. But they brought him back to life, so it's good, right? And then there was the dude who kidnapped Kirk to hunt him for sport based off ancient Earth customs he thought he knew and turned out to be a celestial kindergartner whose parents intervened and grounded him for not playing nice with the people he brought to his planet. And THEN there are the people with the AUDACITY to call humans primitive and violent when they arrested Kirk and the captain of the ship he was pursuing (this is the Gorn episode btw) and plonked them down on the planet to fight to the death and watched it like a tv show because Enterprise and the Gorns dared to enter the part of space NEAR their SOLAR SYSTEM. Not near their planet, their SOLAR SYSTEM. And that's only like, half of them, maybe, I can't keep up with this.

The objectively and unironically best part of every episode is the intro with the silly music and Enterprise flying at high speeds directly at the screen in the most 60's cheesy special effect way possible. I laugh every time.

So very very glad I have watched the movies because the character development is taking a LONG time to get anywhere (I know this is partially due to the fact that the episodes were filmed and aired at different times but wowie).

We found the story about how Martin Luther King Jr. convinced Nicole Nichols to stay on the show and it melted all our hearts and I love her character so much more now.

It took so long for actual ALIENS to be in this space show, seriously, the first like 10 episodes are just How Many Ways Can Humans Sabotage Themselves ~in SPACE~?

Love that humans are so unhinged in this. We cannot be stopped, we WILL improvise adapt and overcome. 10/10 space orc energy.

Actual conversation: My mom: I didn't know if maybe you needed a break from Star Trek. me: mom I used to binge watch classic Doctor Who. I'm fine.

Okay, I'll stop, I am really enjoying it for the most part, especially as the characters personalities start to come out more. As far as I can tell it only gets more enjoyable from season 1 so I'm looking forward to the other seasons!