#this is probably the first and only poll i'm gonna post

[izzy-b-hands]

I will be forever grateful i can be on this new med. it's one a lot of folks also need and can struggle to have access to! It's important i be on it, especially if i start doing any vid collabs

(some of which, really, all of which, i unfortunately actually need to cancel that were in the preplanning stages, bc the election results have me wanting to wait and see how the general atmosphere of the country is before i agree to meet up with anyone. I feel bad for cancelling, but also i just can't know for sure how safe things are/might be going forward and I'd rather avoid the potential of. ya know. various not great things that could happen at a meet up, tho i would certainly hope they wouldn't. i don't feel like actually addressing them rn, u guys know what i mean)

That said, if the truvada initial side effects could fuck off asap would be so lovely. three weeks at worst, then they should be gone/much better or so i am told. really hope that's true bc losing my mornings to being dizzy and nauseous is Not Working for me lmao. im on week two, and now understand why my new doc said to call if i needed any 'cheerleading' and support to get thru the side effects, bc apparently she's done that for several ppl to make sure they actually make it thru the three weeks and keep on it (lovely of her!!)

[beefrobeefcal]

Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Joel Miller & his Darlin' One Shot: A Trouble Shared is a Trouble Halved Summary: You and Joel navigate settling down in Jackson as a couple with its ups and downs. (Post Outbreak)

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader | Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 3,900

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, fingering (f receiving), talk of eating, weight gain, oral (f receiving), angst, established relationship growing pains, argument

Author's Notes: Am I back? Maybe baby! I'm delighted to finally do what was asked of me in a poll and I thank you all for your love and patience.

Thanks be to @neverwheremoonchild, @strang3lov3, and @notjustjavierpena for their eyes, thots, and brains. And thank you to @noxturnalpascal for the THOT that gave life to this fic so very long ago.

“Eatin’ like it's your last day on earth, Miller...”, you teased with a wry smile as you walked past him in the dining hall.

“Shut it...”, he grumbled, a bit of pink flushing his cheeks. He took another bite of gravy-flooded mashed potatoes.

“What helping’s this? Third? Fourth?”

Joel looked at you, exasperated. “The fuck? Can't a man enjoy his girl’s cookin’ without the third degree?”

You smiled at him, loving how much of a rise you were getting. It had been a few months since you and Joel had your first encounter, and while nothing was made official, more often than not, you’d find yourself entwined with Joel in your bed at night. His heavy, full stomach pressed against your back as you both slept peacefully. While you enjoyed your time together, you were beginning to feel something was lacking, hence your teasing.

The cold glare he gave immediately dampened the playful banter between you. You felt a twist in your mood and sour heat in your stomach.

He shook his turkey leg at you, giving you a scolding look, and warned, “You better knock that shit off, Darlin’... or so help me, I’m not gonna - .”

“Not gonna what?”, you asked, getting closer, and you voice dropped down to a cool whisper only he could hear. “Not gonna fuck me? Pretty sure haven’t been doing that lately anyway, so what’d be the difference, huh?”

He sat back with wide eyes and his mouth open in shock, and his full belly sat rounded out on his lap. You stood up, brow raised, and arms crossed.

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?!”

Joel was affectionate, but usually too tired, full or both to do anything but let you ride him. And not to say you didn't enjoy it, but it was starting to feel a bit one sided. He hadn’t done anything beyond finger you a bit to get you ready and then sweet talk you into being on top again. He’d apologize and praise you, but you wanted more. Especially now that there was more to him.

His eating habits had really started to impact his physique; his jawline was softer, his arms and thighs were thicker, but his stomach was truly the star of the show. He’d made do with the clothes he had for as long as he could, but at the rate he was eating and the limited physical activity he’d been doing, he had to trade labor and time for new shirts and pants that would fit him. And on nights when he ate like this, you swore you could hear the seams praying to their polyester gods for mercy.

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“Coulda fooled me!”, he snapped, louder than he meant. “Seems to do the trick and make you whine and mewl like a beaten dog almost every night!”

You felt your face get hot as a few heads in the dining hall turned towards you. He sighed and his eyes softened as he saw your face fall a bit. But you held firm, pulling your mouth into a scowl.

“Not every night, nowhere near it. And I’m the one doing the work. I’m the one fuckin’ you!”, you hissed.

Before giving him a chance to say anything else, you quickly turned and went back into the kitchen.

*****

After storming out of the dining hall, you’d spent the rest of your shift cleaning the entire kitchen, probably to a degree it hadn’t been since its installation. You’d scrubbed and polished every surface with enough fury in your eyes that no one dared step in. It wasn’t until you heard the jukebox turn off and see the lights in the dining hall dim that you realized you’d been at this for a few hours.

As you leaned back against the counter, head down and thinking over how your and Joel’s interaction had escalated like that, you heard a small voice say your name. You looked up and saw Sally, one of the other kitchen attendants.

“Sorry - don’t mean to interrupt, but I’m tryin’ to close up and Joel won’t leave. Says he’s not leavin’ without’cha.”

You scoffed out a ‘for fuck’s sake’ then walked to the swinging doors, only to see Joel, still seated where he was before, leaning back in his chair and picking his teeth with a toothpick. His eyes met yours, and you knew just from the look he was giving, he had a lot more to say.

“Joel, go home. Need to close up and can’t if you’re here.”

He looked behind you at Sally and gave her a small wave. “I’ll help her close up, Sally. You run on home. We got this.”

“Joel!”, you hissed.

“Go on now, Sally.”

His tone left little room for Sally to argue, and she muttered a ‘good night’ as she passed by you then Joel as head made her way out the door.  You sighed, clenching your jaw, feeling the frustration and anger that you’d just weeded down in your cleaning frenzy begin to rise again. Joel watched Sally leave, then turned back to you, smug look on his face, made all the smugger as he noted your irritation.

“Darlin’, cut that shit out and come’ere.”, he crooned with a small grin, hilding his hand out to you.

You glared at him, not moving from your position.

He kept his hand out and raised his eyebrows and let out a huff. “Don’t make this old man beg, baby…”

“I think this old man has a lot more ground to cover than just beggin’.”, you responded cooly, crossing your arms across your chest. Before Joel could answer, you turned and went back to the kitchen to finish your duties.

You figured there was a 50 / 50 chance of Joel following you in, so as the door swung open and his heavy footsteps lumbered towards you, you knew he was at least picking up slightly on the passive aggressive breadcrumbs you’d dropped. You kept your back to him, drying cutlery and putting them into their respective bins.

“Darlin’…”

Joel’s voice was set low in a growl, leaving you unable to tell whether he was angry or aroused. You jumped as his hand grazed your lower back and settled on your waist, giving you a small squeeze.

“You wan’me to beg?”, he huskily growled into the back of your neck as he pressed a kiss to your skin.

“I gotta finish closin’ up, Joel.”, you stated, keeping your voice as even and unaffected as you could muster.

Joel let out a frustrated sigh-turned-grunt and let you go, stepping back. He leaned back against the wooden shelf behind him, the wood creaking in objection to his weight.

“Fuck, you’re being-“, he started, before letting out a huff. “What has gotten into you?”

Turning around, you were met with something you didn’t anticipate – a dark, sullen, glaring Joel, eyes burning into you.

“Joel-“, you groaned, before he cut you off.

“Don’t fuckin’ Joel me.”, he snapped. “You got a lot of fuckin’ nerve. You know what you said in front of the people eatin’ their food out there? You said I wasn’t fuckin’ you right. And then, I sit here like a goddamned fool, waitin’ for you to finish so we can talk, and you turn your back on me.”

“Joel, I need t-“

“Shut up! I ain’t done talkin’!”

You close your mouth and swallow hard. While you’d seen him get mad before, Joel had never directed it towards you before, and lord almighty, it sucked.

“You think I’m a fuckin’ mind reader? Think I’m gonna know you’re not happy?”, he asked, sounding loud and desperate, as he stood up and stalked towards you.

As he looked down at you, realization of how much bigger he was, in height and weight, came over you.

“I have said someth-“, you tried to argue, but his large hand grabbing yours and tugging you against him stopped you.

“Don’t interrupt me!”, he barked. “You aint said shit! And now you – fuck! No. You know what? Ain’t worth it!”

His eyes glowered down into yours and you in turn felt your eyes begin to sting with tears at the loss of contact. This was the most emotionally charged you’d seen Joel, and you wanted that same energy and passion when he fucked you, not use it to berate you for needing him to give you the same time and attention he showered on the food you cooked for the whole community. You could feel your face getting hot from the anger that was boiling in you over how overlooked you felt, even if it wasn’t entirely true. You were in a heated, frenzied spiral and reason and rationale had abandoned you.

Before you could snap back and tell him how worth it you actually were, Joel’s eyes softened; he let out a deep breath and let go of your arm and stepped back.

“I’ll… I’ll see you at home.”, Joel muttered before he turned and walked out of the kitchen.

You stood silently and watched him leave, feeling your heart break and immolate in your rib cage and hot tears fall down your face. It hit you hard just how hurt you both were.

*****

The house was dark when you walked in the front door. Joel had left no lights on, and you knew Ellie would be at Dina’s house for the night. The only hint you had to deduce that Joel was in fact home was the dim light you saw through his bedroom window as you approached the house. You hung your coat and tucked your boots on the shelf before quietly ascending the stairs to go to your room.

As you tiptoed in the hallways, you passed Joel’s bedroom door and heard him moving around his room. You could see his shadow from the light slipping under his doorway and felt your stomach curdle and sour, your mind jumping to rash conclusions about what he could be doing in there.

Was he packing to move out and get away from you?

Was he trying to clean up to remove your smell?

Was he collecting your things that you’d left in his room so he could hand them to you and tell you to get out?

As the thoughts rippled through your brain, you knew Joel was more methodical than that. He wouldn’t just leave or make you leave like that… would he?

You stepped forward, forgetting about that floorboard. The creak that sang out made both you and Joel’s shadow stop. You kept still for a moment, but the shadow didn’t move either. You were suddenly thrust back into your childhood; the times you were trying to sneak down into the kitchen to grab a snack or watch a blue movie on cable television without your parents catching you.

That fucking floorboard.

The shadow moved slightly, signaling Joel was getting closer to the door, and you moved quickly to your room, no longer caring how much noise you made. As you reached to grab your door handle, you heard Joel’s door pull open.

“Darlin’?”

Your hand clasped the knob, and you closed your eyes, hearing his voice.

“Yeah, Joel?”

You were surprised how soft and calm your voice sounded; it was a stark contrast to the overwhelming, post-anger, anxiety-ridden mess that was your mind.

“Turn around and look at me, Baby.”

“M’tired, Joel… Just gonna go to bed and – “

“I said turn around.”

It wasn’t a request. His tone was gentle, but you could feel it in your bones that this was a command - a soft one, but a command none the less. Your skin prickled in a wave of goosebumps, up your body, culminating at the base of your neck.

Joel must have been able to see the effect he had on you, because the voice he used to speak almost melted the flesh from your bones.

“Darlin’, you’re gonna turn around and look at me. Now.”

You turned around and looked at him. His broad and hefty silhouette stood ominously in his doorway, backlit by the soft glow from his bedroom.

“You comin’ to bed?”, Joel said quietly, but there was an edge to his tone that made your skin once again pebble.

You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head at his question, then shook your head subtly.

“No, Joel. I figured we’d take the night an-“

“And what?”, he snapped, stepping out into the hallway and towards you.

When you didn’t answer, he took another few steps and growled in a lower tone, “And what?!”

Your eyes went wide as he got closer, and your fight or flight kicked in. Taking a step back, you hit your bedroom door, and stumbled through your words. “I… I-I thought… I figured that you’d wanna-“

“That I’d wanna what?”, he snarled, stepping close and his full belly pressed you further into your door.

“Th-that you’d… you’d wanna be… alone to-tonight…”

Joel’s hand came up and he grabbed your chin, forcing your face square to his. “And why d’you think that?”

“Because… because we fought-“

“And you think that gives you the right to not sleep in my bed?”

You were stunned; you had no answer for him, and you also hadn’t ever been this turned on by him with out him already being knuckle deep in your pussy. You swallowed hard and stared back at him. This was a feeling you couldn’t place; it felt like you were slipping under a spell that Joel was casting.

The only response you could finally give was a headshake, and Joel returned it with a curt nod and slight grin.

“Good girl.”, he purred and released your chin.

You followed Joel back into his room, and stood awkwardly as he closed the door. You’d been in his room countless times, and you’d never felt this out of place. You jumped when he put his hands on your hips from behind and pulled you back, the curve of your spine being the perfect angle for his heavy belly to fit against.

“You feel like I’m not takin’ care of you, Darlin’?”, he huskily mewled into your ear before nipping it.

“Joel, I’m sor-“

“Stop.”, he said, abruptly stopping you from finishing your apology.

“We’re past that, Darlin’. Both said things we needed to say, even if we said’em not so nicely.”

You could hear the small smile in his voice and couldn’t help the one that tugged at your mouth slightly. A whisper soft sound came out of you with a sigh. 

But then his tone dipped down, and as he rasped into your ear; one of his hands on your hip slipped to your front as he cupped your denim clad mound.

“You got my attention, baby. You feelin’ needy?”

Your mouth opened, and our flew a feather-light choked whimper. He gripped you roughly and pulled you snug against him, enough so that you could feel his thick and hard cock press against your ass.

“That why you had an attitude with me today? Needed me to fuck you? Fix that ache in your needy pussy?”

You breathed his name out as your brows furrowed and your eyes clenches closed. “Joel…” Your hand snapped on top of his over your crotch, forcing him to apply more pressure and squeeze.

“Need me to remind you that you’re mine?”, he growled before biting the crux of your neck and shoulder.

You nodded, breathing rapidly, then you let out a squeal as he shook your hand off his, then turned and shoved you against the wall. He got close and his hands made quick work in opening and shoving down your jeans. His eyes snapped up to yours and his hand dove between your legs.

“Fuck, baby…”, he sighed, eyes rolling back as he felt how wet you were. “My poor girl’s floodin’ the basement and it’s’all my fault.”

You grabbed his wrist, stabilizing yourself, and let whining pants out with each breath as his middle finger began to dip in an out of your hole. The tip of his thumb gently circled you’re aching clit.

“Yeah… I know I been neglectin’ you, baby girl… but not ‘cause of nothin’ you did… no, baby… you’re just keepin’ me too well fed and I’m fit to be tied by the time we get home… if I could fuck you the way you deserve every night…”

“Oh fuck… Joel, I need y –“

“But you always lettin’ me get away with being lazy an’watchin’ your perfect tits bounce while you fuck this fat old man…”, he rasped, his lids heavy as he watched your face contort in need. “Jesus, Darlin’, you got e’ry right to be cross with me…”

As much as you loved his voice, you needed more. Fisting his shirt, you pulled his face to yours and sucked him into a desperate and messy kiss, teeth and tongues colliding, and it was sharp and splitting. You didn’t need gentle – you needed him.

He finally pulled back, breathing heavily, same as you, and a grin tugged at his parted lips.

“Oh, Darlin’…”, he cooed, finger and thumb still working your cunt in tandem. He leaned in, ghosting his mouth over yours and asked in a voice so soft, you could have cried. “I need you to know how bad you got me, baby… tell me what I can do to prove it.”

Emboldened by his lust-blown eyes with heavy lids looking at you desperately, you put your hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle push down. A smile pulled at one side of his mouth, instantly understanding your silent request. He stepped back and groaned as he lowered himself down, joints cracking as he got on one knee, and he looked up as he pulled your jeans down further then helped you step out, one leg at a time. As he de-robed your second leg, he lifted it over his shoulder, and he scooted forward, and your eyes stayed trained on him, catching every detail, every twitch of his face as he breathed huskily and inhaled your scent. You watched his eyes flutter and roll back, like you were a buffet of fine cuisine, and he was a starved man. He pressed his nose in your crux and nudged in further, panting and swearing under his breath as he let your aroma and essence envelope him.

He took his time, as if he was making sure to catch every flavour, every note of your taste and smell, almost punishing himself for allowing you to feel unappreciated. His hands reached behind and pulled your hips forward into his face and you whimpered out a gasp as your shoulders planted against the wall behind you being the only thing keeping you upright.

“Joel…”, you breathed out, swallowing, trying to alleviate the dry mouth your open mouth breathing had caused. “Joel, please…”

He groaned into your warmth and opened his mouth, finally letting himself have a taste. His tongue licked out between your folds, starting slowly, but began to increase in intensity as he realized this was his favourite thing to savour. He grunted and panted as he lapped at you, his grip that held you so firmly to his face hurting you in the absolute best way possible.

Your fingers pulled his hair, aiding in keeping your core tightly affixed to his gaping maw, and you rocked your hip, mewling and crying out, begging him for more. Joel was in no position to deny you want you needed, not only because of the iron-clad connection currently created by both of your individual efforts, but he was eating his favourite thing. He’d denied you both for so long, he would happily suffocate between your thighs before ever taking a proper breath again if it paid the price of his sin. The noises he made as he ate and licked and devoured you sounded obscene - he sounded like a starved and feral dog, gnawing at a cut of meat tossed to him out of pity. You’re sure that if you saw his eyes, they’d be a black abyss like a shark’s as it bit down on its next meal.

The sounds he was ripping and peeling out of you were music to his ears, championing him further, pushing him harder to make you give him more of those delicious noises. He was rocking his hips in time with his mouth and tongue, letting his throbbing cock rut against the inside of his jean’s rough zipper. Between that, your taste and your fingers pulling his scalp taught with hair, he was in pure ecstasy.

He brought his hand attached to the shoulder your leg was propped up on and pushed two thick fingers into your core and began to pump them in and out - again, in time with his own hips’ rhythm. The white-hot burning coil that Joel had been slowly winding with his mouth finally sprung loose and snapped. You arched your back, silently screaming out as your body went rigid, and vaguely heard Joel growl. He continued to suck hard on your twitching and swollen clit and punched his fingers up into you as your rode out your orgasm. You heard liquid hitting the wood floor before you heard Joel let out a series of high-pitched groans.

His fingers slowed and his mouth was panting hot, quick breaths on your aching core. You looked down at him, chest heaving, to see him shakily pull his fingers from you and shove them in his mouth. Joel was a beautiful and carnal sight: breathing hard in grunts as he sucked his fingers clean. The act looked primitive, like he’d accessed his baser instincts, and he was satisfying a basic human need, a millennia in the making.

“Joel.”, you croaked, and he looked up at you with blurred eyes that slowly began to focus. He slowly pulled himself up, heaving his heavy belly. You helped him come back to his fully height and he leaned into you, pressing his forehead to yours. You could smell yourself on him as he kissed you softly before resuming your connection through foreheads.

“That was…”

“Yeah… fuck yeah… taste so good.”

“I wanna return the fav-“

Your hand cupped what you thought would be his hard cock, but stopped when you felt him softening and his jeans were warm and damp. You pulled your head back and looked at him, prompting a huffed laugh from Joel, pink flushing up his neck to his cheeks.

“You’re my favourite meal, Darlin’. You got me hooked.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby.”

He pulled you away from the wall and onto the bed. He laid back and groaned as his spine relaxed. His full belly domed above him, moving gently up and down with each breath and you sat up, giving it a rub.

“You ate well tonight…”, you cooed, unbuckling his belt and opening his jean to access the mess he made.

He chuckled, supporting his head on an arm as he watched you with a grin. “Couldn’t help it… you serve food too good to not destroy myself on it, Darlin’.”

You shot him a look as you peeled back his damp and sticky underwear.

“Like I said, Darlin’…  you serve up a good meal.”

beef's glossary: The term "blue movie" is an old-fashioned slang term used to describe pornographic films, usually of the low budget variety.

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[does-it-introject]

Not a request but rather a question: are there any sources that have been submitted that you've been genuinely surprised at the winning answer for?

Sometimes I'm a bit surprised at the results, usually because I forget that just because a media is popular; doesn't mean there's many introjects of it.

Take for example: Hatsune Miku (or Vocaloid in general). In all polls regarding this: NO was always the winner. And logically thinking it makes sense, but it's still surprising to me as a System with multiple Hatsune Mikus (and not counting other Vocaloid we have introjects of).

Vocaloid is popular — Hatsune Miku even moreso. So seeing that Miku Introjects are actually not as common was probably the first big surprise of this kind I had on this account.

If we're talking more specific: the Furry / Fursona poll was probably the most surprising to me, specifically because the numbers ended up being really close, with YES only barely winning.

I didn't expect YES to even be close to winning when I queued the post, so seeing it win even if it's really close to a TIE was super cool yet extremly surprising.

And while not surprised at the WINNING answer, I sure was surprised to see atleast three polls where there was 0% on YES. That being Deadlock, Hellpoint and Remnant II — as far as I'm aware.

I typically am able to tell what the answer's gonna be on a poll — since they are in most cases NO — so I'm rarely ever surprised, apart from these ones so far.

Thank you for asking! This was fun to think about.

[galactic-knightmare]

Posting my old Sonic art Part 1

mm tasty tasty poll numbers lmao

Anyway lets start this off with the AU that I still haven't finished! (I might finish it later but we'll see)(Ya'll get to see the deformed squids that used to be how I drew hands lmao...)

Unfortunately I never finished Rouge's bio thingy, but now that like, ya know, I'm hyperfixating again I might end up redoing all this.(We'll see)

All of these are back before I decided on my preferred name, so their all signed Fidget or Fluffeh-Shiba instead. like shit, I'm not sure I even knew I was ace yet back then lmao (I figured that out when I was in the middle of making my Lifesize shadow plushie, so maybe inbetween the classic drawings and the bios?) its still the exact same style of signature though, with the white letters and magenta outer glow. (some of this older art in the folder has the super old signature on it though, from before I started dating my art lmao)

ANYWAY since I just threw a bunch of AU art at ya'll, lemme explain some bits of it! Its a swap au (obvs) with mainly Team Sonic and Team Dark, but also with a lot of other characters that I never got around to drawing the stuff for. Essentially, Sonic and Shadow were both on the Ark, with Shadow having just been created (he was a smol babums) and Sonic just living on the ark/being adopted by the scientists. the Ark raid still happened, and like in Canon Maria got Shadow to an escape pod thing, but, ya know, died. Sonic this time was the one traumatized, and GUN, thinking he was the ultimate lifeform (he wasn't) put him in the stasis chamber, eventually leading to SA2 (my favorite game not even gonna lie- not my first game though, that was Sonic Forces) the lifepod for whatever reason had stasis stuff too (Plot convenience!) and the baby was in there for fifty years until it's systems started failing, waking him up. Vanilla, while out in the forest, heard the angy baby noises and investigated, finding said baby and decided "Oh hey, free baby!" and Cream ends up with an older brother when she's born. the original idea was that Vanilla dies at some point, thus making the two orphans like how Sonic and Tails canon are (or at least not around parents? dunno if their actually orphans. the basic idea is that fuck no Vanilla would not want her kids doing dangerous shit so I had to get her out of the picture) but tbh I might be able to think of something else? I can't just pull a disney and kill everyone's parents... (not to mention I like Vanilla and Cream...) eventually the big bad (not Egg) pops in. everything is business as usual (baby Shadow running deliveries for people) and Cream ends up coming across a Chaos Ruby (phantom ruby swapped). the big bad, who I had only called The Traveller so far (I know who it is obvs I just never said it cause baby me wanted to be like OHO REVEAL TIME BITCHES) ended up kidnapping her because he wanted the ruby, thus starting the regular sonic storylines. Rouge and Knuckles are also swapped obvs. Rouge is the last of a bat tribe that lived on Angel island and protected the Master Ruby. She's still obsessed with treasure, she just tends to be guarding the ruby so it's not as obvious. Knuckles is a GUN agent and owns a bar, later ending up with two impulsive blue hedgehogs for a team (Sonic and Metal, who's swapped with Omega.) Theres more obvs, like how the Superforms are silver now instead of gold and such. (I think Blaze and Amy were swapped???) Eggman was kidnapped by The Traveller somewhere at the start before eventually being rescued (probably somewhere around SA2/Heroes) and ended up being the adopted Uncle of Team Shadow (He's a semi-responsible adult. responsible enough to be concerned and all but Eggman-enough to be like "hmm teenagers in dangerous situations fighting demons? thats normal.") Anywhere theres more but like, I'm tired of typing this out honestly and my attention span is failing again LMAO so here have the WiP of my Shadow design in the new style I'm trying out

Shadow with three eyes my beloved (I still haven't seen the third movie or played the new generations...)

[mayonesamitch]

Lets yap about Geode and why it's practically canon!

Contains spoilers

Okay I've been wanting to write this for a while but never had time to. However, winter break just started! I should be working on some unfinished school work but I don't care about school. So here it goes! This is basically why Geode (Cole x Geo) is canon/will be canon.

So first, I wanted to talk about how Cole never really had an actual love interest up until now. Sure, in season 3, there was the stupid love triangle thing with him, Jay, and Nya, but it was confirmed by the writers that Cole never really had feelings for Nya and was just confused by the attention she gave to him. I'd also like to assume that P.I.X.A.L's perfect match detector thing also threw him off. (I'm just gonna call her Pixal for the remainder of this, yes she'll be mentioned again)

He also never had much of a romantic relationship with Vania. Sure, they were close and had a great friendship together, but that's where it ends, just a friendship. They never really did anything more. And when it comes to Ninjago, they make the love interest very obvious.

The writers are also very aware that they haven't given Cole a love interest. They make subtle jokes about it, like in this scene. While the ninja are hanging out with their significant other (expect for Lloyd who had a love interest but uh... we saw what happened the Harumi...) except for Cole. He's instead looking at the cake that the woman is holding up. The writers of the show also have said that his love interest is cake as a joke, so they're aware that they haven't given him a love interest yet.

They also once posted this on the Lego.com website as a poll. This might be far fetched but to me it implies that there might be someone else in the future that will be Cole's lover. I know that it says girlfriend but it doesn't mean that the someone Cole is yet to meet can't be a guy. Maybe Cole is a bisexual too we can't take that completely off the table either.

Now, let's talk about the actual ship of Geo × Cole. Geo is not as social as the other and is more timid. He keeps more to himself. However, with Cole, he's an open book. He raised a whole family with him. They're also rather close. Cole has never been that close to anyone other than the other ninja, and even so, it still took him a while to get used to them. So him being so close to Geo as fast as he did is quite attached to Geo. And if that isn't gay then I don't know what it is.

Now this is the part where I talk about my personal favorite and probably one of the most canon ships ever in Ninjago, PixZane. (Pixal x Zane, told you I was gonna mention Pixal again 😉) It is very obvious that they love each other and is canon that they're dating. So, why did I mention them? Well, they never explicitly say, "We're dating." Instead they say that they're "compatible." Zane also says that she has "Half of my (his) heart" Which all of those are all just says of saying that they're in love and dating. Also they both have a strong attachment together. I mean, Zane is desperate for Pixal in Dragons Rising, and in the comic, Zane's Pixal Project, he's so desperate for her and is willing is sacrifice himself for her. In fact, Pixal only says, "I love you." In Crystalized. Took them only 8 years to finally hear something less nindroid-y but that just proves my point more. Yeah, with all of that plus the stuff I didn't mention, they're dating at least.

So why did I mention all of this? Well, a common rule for story writing is, "Show, don't tell." Very common in real life to, like phrases like, "Your actions speak more that your words." So they would apply that rule to a ship like Geode. I mean, the hints are very loud, yet sneaky in a way. Enough for me to apply the gay label but not enough for someone to say it's 100% without a doubt canon.

I'd also like to say that the writers of the show hype up and imply this ship more than a little. One of the writers of Ninjago posted this on his Instagram. The writer is also gay so that's some extra points. (I got it from here.) Also I just realized that the little effect thing around their hands make a heart, so I'll add that to the evidence list. Also this clip, Doc Wyatt seems to support the ship. So I'm pretty sure the writers are planning something big for them, maybe... a kiss? Who knows?

Now, in the end, it is a gay ship, so they have to be much more vivid about it or else the show could get banned in certain places around the world if they do make it canon. However, other cartoons do have canon LGBTQ+ representation that's more prominent. (Ex. The Loud House - Clyde's dads (Howard and Harold McBride) + Luna is a bisexual, Adventure Time - Princess Bubblegum and Marceline) Plus, there is some LGBTQ+ throughout the show which I talk about more here. (Shameless plugging XD) So it wouldn't be out of character for Ninjago add a gay ship in the series. Not only will it give them more open doors since it shows how they're willing to add queer relationships into the show, so they might add some more queer relationships. It would also make Cole the first canon LGBTQ+ ninja of the main 6.

Okay, well I think that's about all I have to say about the most gay characters in Ninjago. Also thank you for all the likes + reblogs on my queer Ninjago post, I like yapping about this show clearly, especially the queer part cause I'm part of the LGBTQ+ community so I might as well spread my pride. I literally love Geode so much please make it canon in my life.

Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys their winter break, gets lots of presents this year for Christmas, and stay up for New Years. Make sure to stay healthy and have lots of fun with family and friends.

[browsing-and-anon-asking]

Hellooo first post

I was embarrassingly, watching back on one of my fav mlp redesigns videos and was like 'hey that would be cool... but with Fallout characters!!

Piper:

As you can see, I didn't mm change much. (Thank you Piper for your hate being easy to draw) However I assumed she's hot as fuck in all those layers and since she rarely goes out into the wastes, I thought of lessening the amount of clothing. Giving her a plain undershirt and jeans, her famous pretty jacket that has a 'closely matched' patch of cloth over one of the bigger holes in it. Also, all of her buttons are gone. So she has to have a belt to close her coat!

I also put her hair up bc I think she looks nice like that! Maid her hair a lil curly.

Gave her those belt bags to add on the 'women's clothes never have pockets' thing.

Gave her make up, since most reports before her wore it for charisma, I assume she picked that up.

Nail polish, I just think she'd like it to hide her dirty fingernails

Only does small smiles to hide her missing back teeth

Cait:

I changed a lot about her, bc honest!! I hated most of her design elements.

I forgot to put on her pit paint, so imagine this after going eirh sole survivor.

Took away her corset. Because I HATE that they would put a female cage fighter in ANOTHER unrealistic outfit. Let this woman breathe. Also, I made her tank top greasy because yes.

Made her more muscular, with more scars to show off. She's SO COOL!!!

Shortened her hair because hair is a BIG thing to grab in fights, and she's probably annoyed with how much people try to go for that. So she hacked it off! She did it herself!

I made her eyes a bit more detailed than the others to show off the drug abuse and trauma it left behind. It's not a lot, but it's a little detail, along with the needle holes in her arm.

So many missing teeth, and she's proud with a lisp.

Preston:

I love this man so much shut up.

Bethesda, let people of color have their hair! And have it be matted bc this man is too depressed to take care of himself instead of others

Made him less muscular and more on the skinnier side bc depression

Eyebags bc... depression.

I like his og coat, but again, so many layers are hard to run in, so I kept it to a minimum, like with Piper. His scarf, undershirt, slacks, and coat.

Give him more facial hair bc let that man actually look depressed bro.

Gave him earnings bc it just looks pretty on him. Small face scars he's clearly ashamed of and has tried to hide with makeup.

I mean, every word I said beside his head, they could change each other. For the better or worse

Thanks for reading! I'm gonna do a poll of other compainions to see which three I should do next :3

[aluminumneedles]

The Great Knitted Christmas Gifts Bonanza of 2024

(Working title)

Besties and beloved mutuals, welcome to the chaos.

This will be wacky. Zany. Incredibly boring at times and possibly excessively dramatic for no reason at all except my (and hopefully your) amusement. We will laugh! I will cry! We will perhaps commiserate over things and also I will aggravate my carpal tunnel! I will ask for advice on things I don't know how to do! I will make polls because audience participation is enrichment for me! Good shit good shit let's get started

At the time of writing it is September 18, 2024, also known as 98 days before Christmas Eve, which will heretofore be known as The Deadline™️. I have, at present, four family members for whom I am making gifts. Now you may be thinking "Kay, that's only four people. That does not warrant a big post." But I'm making one anyway so here we goooo

PERSON #1

Mom. I already decided on my mom's gift, she's getting a shawl. It's my first shawl and I'm kinda geeked about it. It's the Cosmos Textured Knit Wrap from Mama in a Stitch

(photo taken from Mama in a Stitch's website I hope that's ok??)

Yarn is Red Heart worsted weight acrylic in Royal. Now here's the situation: I haven't made a wearable with acrylic yarn in awhile and I wasn't a huge fan of how it felt last time. But I know people do it literally every day, so: when the time comes I will be soliciting advice on how to make it soft and comfy. Plus I hate blocking and I'm gonna have to block this so yay growth!!

PERSON #2

My sister. Adorable, likes a pastel, super long hair, so I was thinking...scrunchies? And then I was thinking scrunchies are not necessarily on the level of gift I was aiming for so I thought...scrunchies + matching leg warmers (babydoll goes to the gym sometimes so i thought it would be cute)? And then. AND THEN. Was scrolling Pinterest instead of sleeping and I found these!!!

Now there are pros and cons

Pros:

I have been wanting to knit lace

I have been wanting to knit socks

Cons:

I have no experience knitting lace or socks

Oh well f*ck it we ball! Will still try to match the scrunchies to the socks. Send thoughts/prayers/advice/yarn recs, because idk what I am doingggg

PERSON #3

My brother. So, at the first of the year I started knitting a blanket kind of just because--I really liked the pattern and I wanted the feeling of starting something new in the new year. In April I decided it would be a gift for my boyfriend at the time, in May it became too hot to knit with wool, and in July the relationship ended. My brother has expressed interest in a blanket from the same pattern and has offered to take this one off my hands. I'm about 3/4 of the way done. Should be an easy gift, right? Maybe I'll throw in a matching pillow?

However, I once promised to make him this sweater:

(image snagged from the MomentsinTwine Etsy shop)

I bought the pattern, I bought the yarn, and I never delivered. (I started it and frogged it twice because my gauge was so so off.)

So uhhh PLEASE do the poll I need help deciding. Yarn would probably be a golden yellow wool blend, because that is the color he wanted 3 years ago and if I ask for an updated color choice he'll know what I'm working on 😭

PERSON #4

My dad.

Y'all.

I have no idea what to do for this man. He is a very classic "I don't want anything" person, and I am a classic "Must. Give. Gift." person. So already, times are tough!! What am I supposed to knit this man???

So I was thinking slippers-- I found a pattern for Woodland Loafers on Ravelry (pattern by Claire Slade) and I thought they were adorable. But then I was thinking why not make a whole, like, cozy care package? So I thought slippers, mug rug + mug cozy, maybe something else? He likes music, he likes to relax and watch his lil shows, he likes M*rvel?? Open to so many suggestions babes.

So...yeah. That's the show. I'll update as I go along, and if you're ever curious about how things are going or want to bully me about not making progress, please nudge me!! Sorry this was so long okay bye

[hazzybat]

That poll was surprisingly unhelpful but it did push me to start on the Drag Queen/bartender AU and because I need external validation I'm gonna post what I have here. Hopefully this is interesting! Please let me know!

(Basic plot of the whole fic is Bojan is a drag queen, Kris plays in the house band/maybe manages stuff, Jan and jure and bartenders and Nace is a sober barfly who's totally not in love with anyone. Eventually they'll probably all end up in drag somehow lol)

Fic snippet below the cut

"You're starting on one hell of a night!" The bartender called out, pointing behind him to a little corridor where some beaten up lockers stood. Jure quickly shoved his bag inside one, already overwhelmed by the long line in front of the counter.

"The cocktail recipes are over there. That's all this crowd drinks aside from maybe some Jack and Cokes for the straight friends they've dragged along." The bartender grined and raised his eyebrows in jest, pointing to a few laminated and stained pages.  Jure took a deep breath and stepped up to take the next customer's order, thankful he had at least enough experience to ring everyone up without too much assistance.

"I'm Jan by the way." The dark haired bartender said as he raced past him, a tray of multicoloured shot glasses in his hands.

"I'm Jure. Is it always this busy?" Jure asked, his pulse quickening as he tried to remember if the customer had asked for a vodka redbull or a vodka soda.

"Only when Stephanie is on!" Jan called back playfully, handing over the drinks and calling for the next customer.

"Who's-" his question was cut off by a voice echoing through the PA system and the techno music silencing.

"Wonderful people welcome! You better pay our bar staff well because the more you drink the prettier I look! The show is about to start so find your seats or a generous lap, that's a great way to make friends by the way, say hi to our baby bartender tonight and if someone wants to get lucky with a cock in a frock they can buy me a drink after the show!"

Jure's eyebrows rose in surprise at the announcement. When he'd taken this job he hadn't exactly got any details about the show or the crowds but now the fishnet shirts, rainbow prints and copious amounts of glitter made a lot more sense.

He smiled shyly at the gaggle of men who cooed at him thanks to the mysterious announcer. They tilted their drinks in acknowledgement and ran their eyes over him like he was a particularly delicious looking lollipop.

"They're harmless, unless you *want* them to bite." Jan told him as the last few customers paid for their drinks and found their spots just as the lights around them began to dim.

"You're in for a treat newbie. I'll let you watch his first song this time but after that you do have to actually work." Jan flashed him a grin before going over to a rather broad man that had been sitting in the corner of the bar most of the night. Jan placed a glass of coke in front of him and began a hushed conversation while wiping down an already clean class with the rag that had been resting over his shoulder.

Jure's eyes were drawn away from his new work colleague when a spotlight suddenly shot on the closed curtain. A voice began to sing, the same one as before, sweet and sexy and the crowd burst into thunderous applause. A shover went down Jure's spine.

A leg appeared from behind the curtain, covered in sparkling rhinestones and at the bottom was a foot, shoved into the highest heel Jure had ever seen. A gloved hand joined the leg, teasing up it's length until the curtain was suddenly pulled back right as the into of the song stopped and the first verse began.

There was Stephanie Von Tease, decked out in a sparkling, skin tight green dress, voluminous blonde wig and enough make-up to frost a wedding cake.

Jure didn't know much about drag queens but he knew that this one was damb talented if she was actually singing and not just lip syncing.

[afterthefuneral]

BobxBeetlejuice is real and you should know

Not gonna lie, a little disappointed in my last poll, I thought more of you would see the light that Beetlejuice and Bob have indeed explored each other's bodies. So perhaps I need to explain?

The look of forbidden love

Let me get into it. Beetlejuice has admitted in the first movie that he's a self-proclaimed incel, being that it had been 600 years since he got his dick wet. And you know after all that time he's had urges. He's more than likely tried to get with women but unfortunately, he didn't succeed with his award-winning looks and personality.

Bob probably took this picture.

The man has urges, and without touching on his love for Lydia you know he's had to act on them. That's where bob comes in.

Tissues and lotion not pictured.

For at least 36 years Beetlejuice worked as an afterlife care manager performing bio-exorcisms to ghosts in need. He formed his own business to show he is a reliable man, the kind of man that can support a wife and stepdaughter, but this isn't a Beetlebabes post. You know that Beetlejuice has had romantic urges and probably done things to himself that are specifically against Catholicism at his desk with her picture in hand.

The scariest thing in the Tim Burton director's cut.

We know he's done these things in full view of the shrinkers without shame, thinking he's being sly about it (I've illustrated this but it's far too hot for Tumblr). Their unblinking eyes can't look away and they have no mouths to scream, and when they hear the zipper they hide under their desks. Except for Bob.

It must be torture to be a bottom with no mouth.

Here's where it gets kinky. I strongly believe that Bob is straight up gay with both a submission and humiliation kink. It's the reason he's put up with his boss' shenanigans for so long and is always willing to do whatever he says without wavering. He's absolutely a bottom. For decades he sits at his desk pining for the soft, moldy, hairy, dominant body of Betelgeuse but is unable to vocalize his feelings. At home he keeps a shrine to Betelgeuse out of his used cigarette butts (Like Helga from Hey Arnold), and other things I'll touch on soon. The mouth sewn shut is a metaphor for living in a time period when open sexuality could get you sent to the stocks or worse. More on that in a bit.

But what about Betelgeuse? We've only seen him openly lust after women (I personally do not take the musical into canon, but I won't get into that here). A lot of people have the belief that Betelgeuse is absolutely not straight. I've heard that he's possibly bisexual/pan. I personally believe he's more of the "any hole's a goal" type of guy and will fuck anything with or without a pulse. At one point he probably noticed Bob's lust, which he used to his advantage. Both in order to make him his personal slave, but mostly his "right hand" man.

If you know, you know.

I believe they fooled around casually for years. Bob probably caught feelings (who wouldn't) and Beej just saw him as a substitute for Lydia. I won't get graphic as to what they did, that's for fanfic writers out there to write about.

Use your imagination.

But then Lydia came back into the picture. When Beej realized he had a small window to reunite with the love of his afterlife he had a sudden realization that word might get out about his homosexual liaisons with Bob. Remember what I said earlier about Bob coming from a time when homosexuality was a punishable offense? Betelgeuse was from that same time, and probably is deeply closeted. He lives (uhh...or un-lives) under the assumption that Lydia might think he's "less of a man" for his activities with Bob. Plus he wants to show her he's done with his exes and she is his only obsession. And it hits him. He has to get rid of the twink.

"Listen Bob, it's been fun but I'm getting back together with Lydia. We probably shouldn't do mouth and hand stuff anymore."

I believe he openly and deliberately put Bob in danger to hide his secret. He damn well knew Delores would suck his soul and he manipulated Bob into sacrificing himself. He even straight up said "she'll suck your soul instead of mine."

Ready for a con.

The Beetlejuice "disguise" wasn't something Beej came up with, with his powers. It's something Bob had lying around as part of his submission/power kink. When he went home at night he put on this costume and acted out scenarios where he was the powerful ghost with the most in front of his stuffed animals on his bed. Betelgeuse may or might not have been aware of this, he did seem a little shocked when he first saw his costume. But in the end, Bob openly gave his life For Betelgeuse out of pure love. He never snitched and stayed loyal and true, perhaps he knew all along that Betelgeuse loved Lydia and that no matter what he did, he could never compete for her in his lovers eyes. Maybe he knew his boss would be happier with Lydia? Maybe it was a sacrifice of pure love? Justice for Bob indeed.

All of this is laid bare in front of us, and if you can't see this, you're ignorant and suffer from "jealous whore" disease for not recognizing my genius...just kidding. I'm just having fun with this crack ship. I was going to make this post for April Fools but got distracted with life. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing this. You have to be honest though, it makes about as much sense as "dreamverse" and is leagues more coherent.

What started out as a joke on discord among friends kind of snowballed into a schizo theory. You have to admit, BobxBeetlejuice yaoi is hilarious. There should be more of it.

Knock yourself out fanficiton writers.

[bokettochild]

⭐️ Crown Admist Courage ⭐️

I'm really enjoying the story so far! 💕🥰

Oh boy!

So, obviously, I REALLY like the Prince Legend trope, yeah?

This fic was mostly born out of a need to write a Legend centric fic again after not having written him a long-fic of his own since, what, Feathered? I mean, other than ABFHP, but that is..... we don't talk about that...

*goes and sobs in unfulfilled ideas and a writing style changed by a years work and no longer what it was for that project*

*ahem*, anyways! Clearly, I wanted to play with something, and I don't remember what it was precisely, but for ages now, I've had this thought in my head of all the knights just...finding out legend is royal and losing their shit. Not gonna lie, the thought of him perched on a throne (not sitting properly on it because he's just Like That) while the rest stand around with swords drawn and Legend smirking his freaking face off at the camera has been haunting me for the last few years.

I like the idea of Legend eventually weaponizing his status when he needs to, although I doubt it will ever actually appear in a fic. That said! After writing Legend as a prince in ABFHP, the idea of playing with it again but this time in the boys' home environment (AKA the outdoors) was sort of itching at my brain.

Honestly, it was probably someone in the LU-Legend community here on Tumblr that inspired the actual fic with some sort of post about Legend and knights or something, but my brain got to working and thinking and eventually I decided to make it an official draft.

I actually put it up to a poll to determine what my next fic would be, and ACAC was one of like, six options I put out there for my next major fic. I think the other ones were a Warriors dies/is forgotten, the boys get trapped in Time's world post LU, and a mix-and-match fic where the boys get separated and paired off with a random princess and have to find each other across time and space again; but now with said princess in tow. ACAC won the poll though, and so I started writing it- um...... *checks calendar* almost six months ago?!?!?!?! Holy cow? Like it's the start of a new month but sweet snap-dragons!!!!

Anyways!

Starting a fic is generally torture for me, at least when I know it's going to be a multi-chap/longfic. The first chapter sets the mood for the whole thing and establishes the interpretation of the characters and all that, so I was wracking my brain for what to do to get this thing off the ground. In the end, I ended up opening a random google-doc and just writing whatever my brain would spit out, wondering where to go and what to do and just rambling out every concept I could think of.

I debated so hard on whether or not Legend would actually know about his heritage or not, but since Feathered used the approach that he was in the dark, I thought it would be fun to do one where Legend's known all along, is totally aware of where he comes from and the history surrounding it, and it just stupidly ignorent to the fact that everyone around him is slowly figuring it out.

I knew we'd have some angst, since the royal-prince theories have been pretty dark since I first entered the fandom, so, for a bit of humor, I decided to go the route of "everyone eventually knows but also assumes they're the only one that knows", so, to any readers who were hoping that the boys would compare notes and use their brains, sorry to disappoint! Nobody is likely going to share their knowledge on purpose. if anything, I think it will be Legend that eventually 'outs himself', but only after everyone already knows. Until then, we'll just have all the boys convinced they are the sole knower of a very important and dangerous secret that they cannot share with the rest of they want Legend to stay alive.

That in mind! I had to start the fic I a way that wouldn't start it too slow, nor too fast.

The first draft actually was done in an echo of Feathered where I would recount about how Legend learned the truth, ages and ages ago, but it set up the imagine of a very innocent, sweet, baby-fied Legend (who, to be fair, would actually have been like nine at the time so it's not too bad) and it would make transitioning to the actual plot really tricky. That, and it just felt like a cheap knock-off of my previous works, and I didn't want that. So, instead, I tried to figure out a way for somebody to learn about the truth, and Sky ended up being the one I wanted to find out first.

I ran a few scenarios in my mind, but in the end, I decided on using the temple/Palace of Hylia plotline that we see in the fic. I figured that having Legend interact with ancient artifacts meant for the gods alone might set it up nicely, and putting them in an ancient building meant that I got to have written explanations dotted about for Sky to see for himself, and read, while the rest likely wouldn't be able to.

Sky coming to grips with the situation, with Sun's help, had many versions. I had them flirting and teasing and assuring each other in every direction, but very little of it was consistent with the point I was trying to drive: Legend is connected to Hylia somehow. I ended up cutting a TON of Sky/Sun interactions/moments in order to stay on track, including a chapter from Sun's perspective on the whole matter. I do like what I came out with though; it feels like a good balance of the plot and some character/dynamic building while also providing substantial lore to set up the story the way that I wanted to!

I was not actually intending on dragging the boys all the way to Warriors time so soon either, because I wanted to have them explore the surface village and meet people, but in the end I ended up cutting that too because it felt more rambling, and really could just be boiled down to a single paragraph instead.

Fun not though about their entrance into the captain's world! The portal is actually made by Lana! Technically speaking, the boys were yoinked across time and space because Lana needed backup and just summoned the first person that came to mind, and he ended up coming with eight other heroes in tow! I intended to make a note of this or otherwise touch on it in-fic, but, obviously, there was a lot of exposition happening and I couldn't find a good way to make it come up naturally. It might still be brought up, but I'm not sure.

Now, obviously, if you've been watching my Tumblr, you probably know that I put out polls to see who would find out next in any given update, and I wasn't actually planning on it being Wars, but what the people wanted, the people got! The appear of having knight drama was just too strong!

Initially, I was planning on leaving it at Warriors seeing the vet use similar magic to Zelda and putting the pieces together and just leaving it at that, but then, while making dinner one night after a few rounds of HW, I ended up just.... accidentally imagining/daydreaming the whole bit with Impa explaining things to Warriors. No lie, I did not plan a single line of that! I thought it and then grabbed for my computer and started typing as fast as I could while the spark was still there, trying to cover everything from the imaginary conversation in my head. In the end, I had to cut the scene in two because it just was so MUCH, but I loved the ideas I came up with there. it is, by far, the best theory I have come up with in regards to the princes' of Hyrule and the royal family as a whole, ever! Enough so that I've started referencing it in other fics too (although to a lesser extent, but TBoHH now has nods to it now, and I'm sure it follow elsewhere as well, going forwards .

Warriors reactions are made to be sort of a mirror to the way that Wild used to act in the memories we see in BOTW, and I actually really wanted to include a scene that sort of mirrors that first memory we locate where Flora yells at Wild for following her everywhere. Chapter 12 was supposed to include Legend shouting some very similar choice words at Wars, but I ended up scrapping it (and the whole chapter draft) when it kept petering out and rambling off into nowhere. I still intend to touch on the parallels there though!

Speaking of parallels, I am loving getting to play with the Flora & Legend parallels! The first time I ever compared them was actually in the OG TBBU series, where Wild observes to Warriors and Time that Legend is very similar to his princess in many ways, and that comparison has stuck in my head since. I have intentionally played into it in this fic, from the first chapter where Wild lends Legend his slate to the present one I released this weekend. The purpose of this is to mess with Wild's head but also to sort of endear Legend to him so that he's not just being a knight, like Wars, but actually uses his experience from being Flora's knight to navigate his supposed duty to the vet better than the captain is. For example, rather than acting stiff and soldierly, he's being friendly and appealing to Legend's interests so that he can manipulate circumstances to let him stay close to the vet and thus protect him better.

Honestly, I love the dynamic potential between the two of them, and having Flora as a sort of a base model for Legend's behavior makes it easier to write him in this AU where he's experiencing things that JoJo's Legend would never actually even see, realistically. It also makes for some great Wild angst/character building, because it plays into his memory loss and issues regarding failure, while also giving him context for new situations and ways to help.

Legend's Magic

I had no intentions of bringing Legend's magic into the fic at all, save a single throwaway line to reference my theories about Legend post-Koholint (do NOT ask me about these unless you want an angst-fest that may or may not have wrecked more drafts than I care to admit, and which might go on for hours/pages). For spoiler reasons for several fics now, I can't explain the magic thing in full, but I really just meant it to be an explanation for why Legend's not freely using holy magic left and right, but you guys seemed to really enjoy the concept, so I've been leaning more into it!

The heart issues are actually a side effect of his magical condition, and I like to think Legend's had poor health his whole life as a result of his magic being too strong for his physical form (much like how Impa spoke about in fic). Being that he's a twin, he's actually the weaker/smaller sibling, and sue to the conditions he was raised in, that was aggravated by a lack of food, medical care, and his early start to adventuring, all of which contributed to making his body weaker even as his magic continued to get stronger.

None of this is the fault of the vet's Uncle, but because Legend's parents died when he was very small, Uncle was left providing for him single-handedly, while trying to fly under the radar of the crown, so they were pretty poor all around and genuinely couldn't afford what was needed to help Legend grow up properly. In contrast, Zelda did have these things and thus doesn't suffer the same issues.

The Plot Going Forwards

Again, I did NOT intend to really delve into Legend's magic in this fic, not much, but I realized over time that, once the boys all find out, it might be nice to have an actual conflict for them all to face, legend of course being at the center of it, and it would be pretty cool if magic/godly heritage ended up being a major plot point. And yes, this line of thought can be blamed entirely on @weepingtalecowboy, who has been flooding my brain, and the LU-Legend community, with killer ideas about the vet and who kindly gave me permission to try my hand at some of them.

Currently, the idea appealing most to me is the boys being stranded in Hyrule's era and having to deal with some cultists, because I've never really played with that before and it would be so fun to really hurt them all via ritual sacrifice and torture >:)

Of course, things might change, and I have no set plans for this fic and really am just going where it takes me.

Epona

Legend's a horse girl and I feel it is a great crime that we haven't touched on this fact more My man used to be able to speak to animals just passively (as per the OoS manga/his games), and while it is hinted this is part of his magic, and thus no longer something he can do in this fic, I really wanted to touch on it.

I fully intend on playing with Epona more in the fic and making her relevant to the story in some way, although HOW, I'm not yet sure. As a result though, I think Twilight might be next to learn the truth about the vet (also because I desperately want to use a fun line/reference in the fic but it only works with Twilight)

Trivia

Legend honestly has so much random trivia related to him that your average LU fan likely doesn't know about. From his knowledge of telephones to the fact that he's canonically a boxer, there are so many little asides, characters, facts, traits, and skills that I so rarely see in fics, and I'm making an effort to lean more into the Legend lore in this story and include them!

So far, I've gotten to include the factoid about Legend's ability to speak to animals, his boxing skills, Ghanti's whole existence, and, of course, the whole technology thing! I want to toss in a few details every few chapters, and maybe bring in a few characters we rarely see in fics, but there's no promise that I CAN. (I will be trying though)

The Princesses

So far, only Sun has really gotten any spotlight, but I do want to include a fair bit about the princesses where I can in this fic, making them actually plot relevant rather than just passing background characters who show up just for a cameo and then disappear again, like they have in my other fics. Again, I have no concrete plans and am sort of winging this whole thing, but I do enjoy having the girls play a role of some kind. I was hoping to have Artemis involved more, before, but Impa ended up taking over instead.

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And that's it for now! We haven't gotten all that far in the story, technically speaking, and only three out of eight have figured anything out!

That said though, I am just here for the ride, and have no clue where we're going, so who knows what's next and who knows how close/far we are from the end LOL

I wanted to thank everyone who's been reading and commenting though, for their kind words, fun ideas, theories, suggestions, and general encouragement! It's been fun and I hope it continues to be so!

[mandatory-blog-stop-asking]

fuck it, a post about how brazilian politics are dead and we can't resurrect them easily

edit: olá amigos e amigas e amigues e tal, eu só quero deixar bem claro que sou brasileiro, aparentemente isso não estava claro e falar inglês na internet pelo jeito é coisa de gringo. fique calmo e relaxe, saiba que escrevi tudo isso com uma tapioca com carne de sol numa mão e uma caipirinha na outra, num sol de matar com um cachorro caramelo latindo do lado de fora da casa.

So as hypothetical polls start coming out and people start talking about who they're gonna vote for, I'm reminiscing about a thousand years ago last week when I said I had a lot of thoughts about the death of Brazilian democracy and how it's turbo fucked to the point where there is really no good way out of either a collapse or a slow death by a thousand needles, either way leading to a complete overall; probably for the worse. I'm adding the break here just in case this isn't interesting to you, just know that I'm mad and this is a big rant.

Also, why am I not writing this for a Brazilian audience? Because I'm fucking tired of talking about this to Brazilians only to get a "yeah well it is what it is" response, and also because I'll be real most people I talk to here can't roll their Rs.

Look at this dude, his name is Lula. His name is Luiz, but people kept calling him Lula (Portuguese for squid, it sounds better than it translates as I swear) so he just added it legally to his name:

This dude has been the president of Brazil for two and a half mandates by now, albeit not all in a row. This shouldn't be legally possible, but there's some reasons why it's happening.

We had a pretty brutal dictatorship back in the 20th century, but it was a pretty unique dictatorship: we actually had political parties and elections, the brutal military regime just kept winning them (since they were all scams, as a dictatorship will ensure), and electing different military personnel to be the "president" every once in a while.

This meant that contrary to a lot of Latin America that unified around one single family or one single guy, we had a plethora of dictators all of which had unique approaches to appeasing the army and the population. Some were worse than others but overall it meant Brazilian politics in the 60s-80s were a rather unique, vibrant mixture of horrible, depressing abuses of human life and thriving counter-culture movements that aimed at destroying the oppressors.

From Soviet-sponsored yet frustrated communist coups to protest songs that are still sung to this day, we have a lot of big political personalities in our history. After the mid-80s when the dictatorship officially ended and democratic processes became the norm, we had several would-be politicians trying to grasp control over a very young, very fragile democracy.

Enter Lula. A radical, a socialist, a loud man who spoke about the plight of the proletariat, the rise of the working class and the dominant class, the oppression of the rich toward the poor, etc etc you know the drill. He never won an election like this. We instead kept electing demagogues and idiots-- we had our first impeachment almost right away against a loser and a thief who elected himself by appearing in political ads dressed like James Bond in jetskis, shooting guns at signs saying "INFLATION", it's.. it's a colorful democracy, is what I'm trying to establish.

(i unfortunately do not have any visuals of Collor in a stupid James Bond suit because those have apparently been scrapped off Youtube, just, please believe me, shit was wild)

So, Lula spends some time away from the limelight after his second or third defeat in a row, goes abroad a bit, learns some real politik tech from the French, and comes back a changed man. A calmer man, a nicer man, a man who speaks slowlier and who seems less concerned with aggressively dragging the country into a socialist utopia and more concerned with putting food into poor people's tables. This is a good objective to have and would bring Brazil into a level of unprecedented wealth and social comfort.

I'm talking lower and middle class going to Disneyland for vacations, I'm talking a complete overall of the concept of social class as we move from a 3-tiered pyramid system to using the entire alphabet to denote someone's social class-- with sociologists quickly realizing how fucking useless it is to say someone is in Class H as opposed to Class F. We're talking success the likes of which economists dream of. One real was nearly equivalent to a dollar at some point. Not exactly only because of him, but he definitely maintained it.

But then the systems began to become complacent, people in power started wanting more money than their salaries warranted them, and old habits came back into vogue. Mid-late aughts Brazilian politics were famously corrupt and Lula absolutely had a hand in maintaining it-- if not being an active accountant of dirty money, at the very least not stopping it when he definitely knew it was happening, and definitely knew who was behind it.

I'm not covering that for the purposes of this dumb little big rant, you can look up books about OPERATION CAR WASH for a police-sponsored, government-approved account of the biggest political trial in the history of the continent, as our judges and federal investigators managed to accrue enough evidence to persecute dozens if not hundreds of politicians for money laundering, stealing, thieving, extortion and overall being bad guys. And Lula was among them, which meant he went to jail for several years.

Enter dumbass number two. Here's this guy, he's called Bolsonaro.

If he looks like he's in pain in this picture, don't worry; it's because he's in the process of being stabbed in the intestines. Anyway, this enormous piece of shit fascist racist son of a bitch -- allegedly, of course -- has been a pain in the ass in the military for decades. He has at least one court martial against him because of one time he tried to bomb his superiors. The military judge ended up having to drop the charges due to lack of evidence, but not before making sure to add to the record: "Bolsonaro shouldn't even be in charge of a kitchen, much less any part of the military".

So this guy becomes president, right? He becomes president and he ruins everything that wasn't already ruined. I'm talking "Trump of the Tropics" type ruining everything; I'm talking tanking the real to the point where it never recovered, I'm talking buying 20 houses for himself with government cash and never having to give back a single one of them, I'm talking over half a million dead from COVID because he kept insisting people take fucking horse pills--

It is a genuine worst case scenario for a relatively young democracy. He was not running against Lula, who is, again, in jail by now, but he came after both Lula's impeached protégé and the guy who tanked the economy after we took her out of office (probably on fraudulent charges too, but, oh well). There is a definite feeling that the history of new millennium Brazilian democracy begins with Lula and ends with Bolsonaro, because we really, really didn't resolve this problem. We didn't come up with a way to make sure our democracy was free from clear bad faith actors who were in cahoots with foreign powers to undermine our processes. We didn't figure out shit.

What we did was we took Lula out of jail and made him president again. And like, was that the best thing we could do? No. Was that the best idea for the sake of the constitution? No. Did that irreparably destroy our democratic processes and set us back to an era of dangerous precedent that had previously been used to justify horrible abuses in similar democracies? Absolutely.

But, look, I gotta make sure you understand, Bolsonaro really sucks, and we were in a real bind. We have since made sure he can't legally run for election for a few years and we are in the process of persecuting him (post-failed impeachment, too, which mean it's already a kinda humiliating runback) so he dies in prison. But that doesn't matter as much as the fact that now Lula is halfway through an experimental, unprecedented, legally hitherto thought impossible third mandate as president.

And I woke up to Datafolha, one of our best polling and data publications, telling me that if he runs for a fourth, this should be the result.

And like, again, look.

Is this the worst case scenario? No.

Is this the worst chart I've ever seen? No.

Do I want Tarcísio, a previously unmentioned dumbass -- allegedly --, a feckless Bolsonaro minion who's complicit in genocide -- allegedly -- and doesn't seem to have a single thought that isn't related to the military and conservative values in his empty little head, to be president? Holy shit no.

But, so, like, okay, a fourth Lula term. Maybe one that he gets to with 50.2% of votes, again, like he did for the third time.

What the fuck, man?

These are much more accurate than your regular voting numbers. While in North America and several European countries only about 25% of the population vote, voting is mandatory in Brazil-- you have to at the very least legally justify why you didn't vote in any of our elections in order to stay in good standing with the law. That kind of is a good measure of the country's will, and god damn it shit fuck, a marginal error is no way to elect federal office.

We are in the nightmare that the United States like to pretend they are, in which while they pretend that there is a whole half of the country that adores Trump and fascism and oligarchy, we actually have tangible, reliable measures that this might be the case. That the actions of bad faith actors have degraded our education, maintenance and government apparatus to such an extent that it's not just a few 20% of the country who actually show up to vote that are making the world a worse place, it's, oh god, it's literally half, it's half on like a mathematical ideal of what half is.

And the more I think about it the more I realize that there is no way out of this situation. Lula is the single politician in the business who anyone cares about that isn't also a blatant nostalgia grab for the dictatorship era, and he's ailing and aging and weak. His third mandate has been marked by economical mistakes and a lack of will of seeing things halfway, because then they wouldn't be perfect. He's not the same guy he used to be back in the 80s, he's not even the same guy he used to be back in the 2000s, but he's the only one people give a shit about. Democracy has decided he wins the popularity contest.

And like, how could he not? The options are the son, wife, or any other protégé of a loser -- allegedly-- who wants to suck Trump's cock-- erotically-- and is deathly afraid of rotting in jail, giving interviews about how it isn't fair that the consequences of his actions landed him in the same place he used to mock Lula for being in. And I don't even need to add an "allegedly" to that one, because that's all matter of public record! He has begged for amnesty from the same dude he said he would bring back the death penalty so he could pull the trigger himself on! Begged!

This is not what democracy should be. We should not be immediately back to these populist false choices just because they're comfortable. Every aspect of political life has devolved into a Lula-core or Bolsonaro-core choice; every mayor, every governor, every god damn deputy aligns themselves with either of them. The Centrists align themselves with them. The neutrals align themselves with them. The fucking clowns and cosplayers, who are legally allowed to run as their characters (I'm talking literally Batman here) have aligned themselves with them.

In less than half a century we are stun-locked into a political tug of war between a man who can only stay in power if we completely ignore the Constitution and what it stands for, and a man who wants to rip the Constitution in several pieces so he can use them as napkins for a few weeks before relinquishing control to foreign powers. The population is utterly bored of politics and basically doesn't care. The walks and protests for and against either of these sides are marred by uninterested parties within and without, and both fake news media and conservative covers that make them all sound the same.

There's genuinely no way out of this through the tools we have been given. There is no third option, no attempt at getting at one, and no grassroots movement that is worth any salt acting anywhere. They have successfully made a 200-million-people strong country, one of the biggest in the world, utterly indifferent to what happens to it in the next five years.

And, yes, I understand what the US is going through is somewhat similar-- trust me, you people imported a lot of this situation to my place while I used to live there, I know it's similar-- but what you don't understand is that contrary to the US, we have suffered through a dictatorship. We know how bad it gets when people lose all faith in a government and leave it open to attack by organized bad faith actors. Fucking hell, you all have seen I'm Still Here! You celebrated those fucking Oscars with us! You've seen what our artists think of that time!

There is no real end to this rant. I just got thrown into the spiral when watching those numbers. We're gonna have a mediocre Lula presidency until he dies from a fall in his bathroom and then the military are taking over. It's so fucking busted and there's really nothing anyone can do about it because the government is so corrupt.

please feel free to share this post as something to laugh at and point to every source as to why the brazilian democracy is actually stronger than ever and not at all at the end of the process of destroying itself, i would adore to be convinced otherwise.

[rheiple]

Attention Seeker

-OneShot

▪︎SUMMARY↦ Why is he following and helping you around with every chance he gets?

▪︎WARNING/s↦ None

▪︎CHARACTER/s↦ Eclipse, Reader

▪︎AUTHOR'S NOTE↦ Gago ang tagal ko nang hindi nagsusulat,, well anyways this the Eclipse wanting reader's attention, the first thing I needed to do at the poll.

I'm not really satisfied with the out come, but I wanted to post it not instead of letting it rot in my notes, and also I might not do the other fics I've planned at the poll, if i did write them then its gonna be for a long time

I've noticed that whenever i write, when I'm passionate about something I noticed that my writing looks good(?)

But when I force myself to write its basically shit, and this Fic is probably one of the few sjit fics I've written

So yea I hope you don't mind

“…It’s really dark in here.. Mind if you shine your eye lights over here bud?”

The sound of metal clinking represents the movement of your very tall and lanky companion.  With it’s big bright eyes, you’re able to be see the injured Helpy trying to move it’s way towards a vent.

Here in the storage room, it’s very hard to move and see with how many piled stuff are stored in this small room. You’re surprised that He managed to cramp himself inside here.

Eclipse, your ‘new' friend has been tagging along with you ever since your shift has started.

You don’t really know why- or maybe you do. Perhaps it’s because he’s still new with his surroundings in this Pizza Plex. Couldn’t really blame him, and it’s not like you mind his company anyways. You just found it a little strange.. and maybe cute.

You went to carry the small bear in your arms, you heard a little hiss coming from the taller one. You eyed him as you put Helpy on a table.

Noticing you making eye contact with him, he grinned from ear to ear, he lets out a creepy glitchy giggle. It’s like he’s drunk on something.

Honestly though, you want to have a taste with whatever he’s drunk with. It’d be a good stress reliever for at the moment. But oh well, no matter, you have at least 30 minutes until it’s your break time. You could pull this through.

Just like what you keep saying to yourself for the previous days.

Holding the hammer up high, you gave Helpy a little warning. Knowing he’s been given the ability to feel pain and all. It’s creepy and sad knowing this bot's cursed ability is used to train newbies. You also wondered how on earth are they able to program that.

“All right Helpy, I’m not gonna sugarcoat this and tell you it’s gonna hurt just a little. It’s actually gonna hurt really bad but I need you to be brave for me ok?”

He's shaking, but he nodded his head.

“…Ok, on the count of one… two…”

You aimed the hammer a little close to his knee.

“And…Three-"

Eclipse hold the back of the hammer.

“Wha- Eclipse? What’s wrong?”

He gently took the hammer out of your hand. His other hand softly patting your head.

And immediately slammed it on baby bear bear's knee.

“OH MY GOD!”

While Helpy screamed because of the sudden pain, you screamed in fright because of how loud and painful Helpy's scream is. Eclipse took care of the situation by putting some kind of mask that emits special smoke to calm him down, and put a bandaid on his knee.

His other hand went to give him a lollipop.

You only looked at him flabbergasted. And he only smiled at you.

“Work is over.. Break now..”

One of his hands took yours and led you to the cafeteria.

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.

.

Well this is humiliating.

You ignore the stares of your co-workers, glaring at them if they ever so much as chuckled at your current predicament.

He held the spoon filled with fried rice and chicken, the lunch you packed for yourself and tried to feed you. He’s making you look like a baby god dammit! You glared right up at him and gently smacked away the spoon. “Eclipse, you’re kinda making me look like a fool here…”

The celestial robotic tilted its head, he slowly brought back the spoon close to your mouth. His other hand  holding your chin, trying to pry your mouth open. “…ahh”

You took a grip on his hand and lowered it down where he couldn’t reach your chin once again. He didn’t seem to mind, as he gladly took your hand and intertwined it with his slim fingers instead. He began to rub your hand with his thumb as best as he could.

With a sigh, you took the spoon and placed it on your lunch box. You look at Eclipse and hold his other hand. His rays slowly started moving at the initiated contact. “Look man..” You start off, letting out your thoughts and feelings was really hard for you. You’ve never thought you’d even do it to someone like Eclipse, considering he probably doesn’t know the most of what your saying unless you explained it but.. At least he had sympathy, you wouldn’t be able to find that in most people nowadays. That’s probably why you feel safe sharing your thoughts and feelings to him.

“Eclipse…You know I really really appreciate you helping me around stuff n all but. I kind of feel like you’re just… Babying me at this point.”

He emits a low mechanical whine, you could feel the slight tightness of his hands. “…Not intentional.. wanted to help you… get work done…”

“Awwe, thanks buddy.” You gently squeezed his hands and did the same thing Eclipse did with your hand earlier. “…But are you sure that’s the only reason? I noticed that.. You’ve been a little passive aggressive with the other bots.. Whenever I focus on them instead of you.”

With your confrontation, he looks to the side and whistled out some playful toons.

You confirmed that being rough with Helpy earlier was intentional on his part.

You let go of his hands to put yours on your hips. Giving him the all knowing stare, you called to him in a accusing manner. He only grinned widely at the mention of his name. You guessed that scaring a robot wouldn’t really work considering with looks alone, he’s the scary one than you.

“…Are you jealous?”

“…no..”

“You’re lying.”

“Not lying… only fibbing.”

You scratched your head and raised a brow. “But why? Why are you jealous?”

The tall robot leaned in to hug you. You went to sit on his lap. His faceplate rotated from left to right. “…love your eyes. Better on me.. than on them..”

You snickered and brought a hand up to your face. “Oh my god.. you wanted my attention?” You  seem to get the memo as he purred in delight at your question. “..Oh Eclipse.”

You pry yourself off to stand and look at him, cupping his face with your small hands. As expected he leaned in to your touch. “You didn’t have to go through all that way just to get my attention you know that?” Seriously, he really shouldn’t have.

He caused hell to the other bots, he’s scary when he’s jealous.

“If you wanted my attention, you could’ve just asked! You know I wouldn’t say no..”

He took a hold of your hand with his, and looked at you with bright purple eyes.

“May I… have your eyes on me?” You grinned and kissed his teeth. “Of course..”

He began to stand up, surprising you by picking you up. You didn’t know where your going, but you assumed in one of the dark places where no one could find you. You’re glad you play a vital role at your job, or else you would’ve been fired with the amount of time you’ve went missing during your working hours.

You didn’t noticed, but Eclipse surely did, of a certain robot hanging from the ceiling observing him with envy.

The moon themed animatronic crossed his arms. “…So this is what our star has been wasting their time on..”

‘No fair, no fair! Why spend time with a bootleg version of us?!'

It’s as if Eclipse heard their thoughts, one of his hands gave them the rude gesture from behind.

Moon clicked his tongue. “So…that’s how you want to play…”

He’s been playing unfair for the past few days! Always sabotaging their plans so he could have you in his arms! They tried so, so many times to get your attention. Like making so many messes in the Daycare for you to help them clean it, they made gifts so they could see your flustered face, and they even broke themselves for you to fix them.

Not only did the metal prick cleaned the Daycare, fixed them instead of you- which they much rather prefer,  he stole their gifts, lying to you that he was the one who made it instead of them! He is such a big fat liar! A phoney!!

He could imagine his Sunny counter part walking around and huffing in annoyance. ‘Oh the nerve of him to do that! When I get my hands on our star once again he’ll be begging us to let him see her! And even then it’d be over my shut downed body if he ever thought I’d agree!'

The lunar jester is pretty sure the Eclipse would just control their minds to scrap themselves up, before they could even think of hiding away their star.. As much as he wanted to, he and Sun knew it’d just make you sad if you found out they’re not on good terms.

So they’re the ones who tried to give them the time he needed with you but, they’re just abusing their kindness at this point. They need to hatch up a plan to have you back in their arms sooner of later.

The moon slowly backed away by crawling. “…Hoping to see that soon…” He went back to his patrols for now.

[sigdatingsimofficial]

Welcome!

This is the official blog of the Studio Investigrave Dating Simulator (for which we're probably gonna come up with a shorter name sometime), a game made by SIG fans for SIG fans!

There are two people working on this project, mod Carrot and mod Cyanide - and between the two of us, it's me who's mostly making this post! (take all the credit ch ch ch) (You stfu I wrote like 90% of this thing you go and uh- idk finish Vincent now shoo) (fyk I already did so like days ago, so watch your tone young lad)

This game is our love letter to Studio Investigrave, and we hope to make this game enjoyable for any and every SIG fan that have ever dreamed of dating one of the characters - while trying to keep every character's personality as close to canon as possible.

In this blog we will post updates, ask for general opinions, and probably show some of the silly stuff we do while trying to figure our stuff out.

QnA, tags and details below!

Tags:

#upd : any kind of update we share with you - be it writing, programming, art, or something else entirely - you'll find it under this tag.

#announcements : under this tag will be all different kinds of important stuff - like this textpost, or like when we'll be seeking playtesters!

#goofing around : when we post bloopers, out-of-context texts, or anything of the kind - they'll all be tagged with this one.

#questions : anything we answer (inbox is always open, by the way!) will be tagged as this.

#opinions: any polls we might post in the future will be shared with this tag.

#Carrot yaps : anything I post will have this tag.

#Cyanide yaps : similarly to mine, my partner will also have her stuff under this tag.

# : all posts will have all mentioned characters tagged, so you can see easier the news on your favorite game.

Anything that would have potentially triggering content (e.g.; blood, wounds, gore, etc.) will be tagged properly.

There's a good chance more tags will be added in the future as we progress with development.

Not sure how your favorite character/game is tagged? Worry not - this post has all of them tagged the way they'll always be!

About the creators:

mod Carrot - programmer, artist; mainly she/her, but they/them and he/him is also fine

I was the mastermind behind the project originally, and started it as a joke, but then it grew enough that I couldn't consider it just that anymore. I like to keep stuff organized, and so I will be colorcoding things a lot - I'll also be most likely the one who answers, asks, and keeps the blog running. (I'll be helping with that too) (I didn't say you won't darling)

mod Cyanide/Cyn - writer, programming assistant; preferably she/her

Hi :3, since I didn't really have any other opportunity to say hi.. I'm like a wingman for this project. I'll be writing the dialogues and interactions with the characters, mainly planning the outcomes and choices. And of course, trying to help Carrot with everything I can. I feel like she will be needing some help with the programming (dw, I trust in her skills, it's just gonna be a LOT), so Ima be petty and change my title to writer and programming assistant just in case

QnA:

Which characters will you be able to date?

That's the good part - anyone! We plan on letting you date anyone from any released game's main cast!

This means:

Angelica and Forcas from Eloquent Countenance

Augustine and Winnie from Cold Front

Protagonist, Coworker, Normal Guy, Antagonist (Doppelganger Protagonist) and Colleague (Doppelganger Coworker) from Elevator Hitch

Rody, Vincent and Manon from Dead Plate

Bok-Su, Da-Jeong and Myeong-Hoon from Married in Red

June, Ryan, McCoy, Vonnie and Carmen from Rotten Paradise

Will you add the characters from games that release in the future?

That's the plan, yes!

(Although I still have to convince Cyanide somehow to let me add Jackpot Crash Course right after the first chapter, and not only after all 3 chapters have been released-) (We are nowhere near finishing even one game; we'll get there soon.)

Will I be able to play as a character from the games?

Sadly, the answer to that is no, you'll have to play as yourself. It would be way to complicated to make any character playable. You'll be able to choose your pronouns tho!

How far are you in the development/When will the game most likely release?

We are only in the early stages of development, only clearing up the concepts - the earliest it could release is probably late fall of 2025, but it's more likely for development to take around a year time.

What programs/platforms/engines will you be using?

For planning, we use a shared google document. For the game itself, I'll (we'll ;3) use Godot (4.3), for art we'll most likely use Krita! For writing, crazy I know, but I'm probably gonna use the same google document.

Do you have the permission of the owners of these characters?

Rachel herself has stated, I believe, several times, any fangames are fine, which means yes, we do!

Will the game be free/Where will it be published?

Of course, just like every official game, we will release this game and all of it's content completely free of charge! It'll also be on itch.io, just like the official ones, so it'll be more easily accessible.

What will the gameplay be like? Just a visual novel?

No! I will try to make it feel like a Studio Investgrave game as much as I'll be able to - and that will reflect on the gameplay too! I hope to take inspiration from different elements of currently released games for different parts of the game.

And I'm gonna try to make your choices matter as much as possible to create routes that heavily rely on the built-up personality you give your character by choosing from options.

Can I help somehow?

We're always happy to hear you guys out - after all, this game is made for all SIG fans! You can always drop your suggestions and asks in the inbox, and we'll go through all of them!

Voting on future polls and sharing them with the right audience will also be big support - and when we reach that stage we'll also need playtesters, so make sure to check in every once in a while!

Still got something to ask? Reach out to us through the inbox - we will read every question!

[pencilofawesomeness]

Fairy Tail Febuwhump 2025 Voting

I'm doing something different for @febuwhump this year and that's crowd-sourced mini prompts! Whoo! Now everyone gets to participate with me in my favorite activity of whacking characters with the Sad Boi Stick.

How this is gonna work:

I shall throw a few characters on a poll for each prompt, chosen by me and/or crowdsourced by my comrades on the Guild Awards server. I'll do seven at a time (so bear with me as I reblog this post a few times) and the polls will stay open for a week, and then I'll start voting on the next batch. The character that wins each poll shall be the focus of the prompt (and most likely the one getting whumped the hardest), although that won't stop other characters from making an appearance once I start writing. They will probably be open-ended but mostly canon compliant (maybe). Ideally all of these are going to be short since I'm going for "fun lil scenario" and not my usual trap of 5k+ oneshots this time. I'll post all of these to a drabble collection on AO3 come the posting days in February.

By the way, feel free to comment propaganda, or character suggestions for upcoming prompts, potential ideas for prompt fills if a certain character wins, etc. I'm only guaranteeing that I will use the winning character for whatever I come up with, but I am crowdsourcing in general but I think it'll be a fun challenge for me, and maybe mix things up from my usual habits lol.

Now for the first seven—

[aspho-bell]

I'll developp under cut

LUCIAN : Ok, from all the characters I have cited ( let alone Ifan's supposed wife ) Lucian is the man I ship the more with Ifan. Because Ifan is inherently rootless, and I headcanon him as always trying to find the place where he belongs ( tbh it'd need a post for itself ), because he is not an elf, but he is no human either. And he seeks that place. And we know that he was very close to Lucian, so maybe what he felt for him was not only friendship, but also admiration, even some kind of love. The kind of love you feel when you idealizes someone, and when this someone makes you feel at home. I will dig into that later, but I headcanon Ifan to have a one-sided love for Lucian, as the man was like, father of two children.

As for Lucian ? Ifan's love wasn't that one-sided, after all. I talked a little about Lucian's tragedy here, but I imagine there is some kind of feeling of desire for Ifan. Desire for his humanity, his golden heart, as he is, maybe, Lucian's idealized reflection. There is some complicated feelings he feels, feelings he cannot understand. Lucian does not love him like a human could, but he defintly loves more than a god should.

I think it makes Lucian's betrayal all the more tragic.

ROOST : I say dark romance because there is no way Ifan could love that man and not suffers from it. Well, if we follow the idea that Ifan longs for human relationship, then Roost is the perfect candidate after Lucian. He's very human, and like Ifan, has nothing left. He's a Lone Wolf, and the way Ifan speaks of him, he was a good friend of him. They may have shared something more - and that something would be horribly toxic. Roost is a cruel man, and Ifan probably had closed his eyes more than once instead of confronting Roost's horrible deeds. The violence flows between both of them. That's why it would be toxic. That's why I say : dark romance forever.

HIS DEAD WIFE : It appears from the alpha version that Ifan was married and father of a child, and I saw people keeping that idea of a dead wife. And I like it ! I always like when characters don't meet their first and only love in the course of the story, meaning that they have a romantic backstory, before the actual love interest. Moreover, his wife's identity ( whether she is an elf or a human, or her job, her personality ) can give some interesting headcanons about Ifan's background. Of course, it's a matter of interpretation, but I think we may have something here.

SEBILLE : From all the origin companions, she is the one that strikes as the most coherent one for a potential lover, due to all the parallels between both of them. Both outlaws, both raised by the elves, both rootless since the tragedy, both having unwillingly commited great crimes against the elves. They would certainly understand each other's suffering, and have their redemption arc together. I am no convinced myself, as they are too similar, but this is a coherent ship I can't deny.

NOBODY : To be honest, if there is no customed godwoken, I tend to ship Ifan with nobody. Because his final journey is, for me, a lonely one, and Ifan has so much good dynamic with the origins characters as friends.

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the post i'm currently writing is taking longer than expected, so I give you that while you're waiting for it. There is actually no good answer for Ifan, but personally, I think his relationship with elves and human men is to be developped. This poll is a way for me to see what other people think about Ifan's relationships.

I also invite you to share, if you want so, the way you consider your ship between your godwoken and ifan, or any ship you have between ifan and someone. it may be a good way to see different people's vision. might even do this myself.

Anyway, that is all. Until I post again.

[avidredux]

I think for my first original post on this blog I'm gonna talk about hyrule because he's got a vibe to him that I'm trying to decipher desperately

I don't even know where to begin. I think first I'll start with how I dont know how I ever thought he was shy when I first started reading linked universe. humble, yes. awkward at times? definitely. shy? nope. makes fun of time openly for being old¹

makes puns²

elbows people³ (not only elbowing someone not even in the conversation, but interrupting him as well, to talk to someone else entirely; i love hyrule dearly)

shouts orders⁴

grabs time by his shirt and yells in his face⁵(!? this is crazy to me, i can’t imagine any other member of the chain doing this even considering the circumstances. i repeat: i love hyrule dearly)

he doesn't read as shy so much as reserved to me. he doesn't feel the need to fill a silence but he definitely isnt afraid to. I think about the little statue twi makes them chase after a lot. in that scene, hyrule is the one investigating first, and when it runs off, he orders sky and wars to go after it and they do. a captain of the hyrulian army and a graduate of the knights academy (and future king!) and they just listen to him. it makes me wonder how intense he must have sounded.

a few updates later and he brags he can take a whole camp down himself with ease while bantering with wars.⁶

I'm kind of just rambling at this point and I'm aware not a lot of it makes sense so I'll come back to this with more coherent thoughts but yeah

don't get me wrong, nothing wrong with a shy anxious hyrule, I'm just wondering where it came from because I also used to pretty exclusively look at him like that when I was first reading the comic a couple years ago

accidentally added a poll and idk how to get rid of it so random poll and refs under the cut

all art belongs to @/linkeduniverse

this blog will be like my little log of observations and thoughts. as such I'm probably going to ramble a lot sorry in advance

¹ masks pt.2 & malon pt.5

² entrance pt. 1 & like like

³ dawn pt. 5

⁴ divine dark reflections pt. 9

⁵ dawn pt. 2

⁶ magic sword (one of my favorite updates and one day I'll do a breakdown of why)