#took me forever to figure out we had a new ship name

[in1-nutshell]

Bot Buddy the single parent with a sparkling and being friends with Swerve

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

MTMTE

Swerve has a lot of respect for Buddy.

Who else goes on a ship looking for a new life for them and their sparkling?

Not a lot of bots sadly.

Buddy and Swerve first met in one of Blurr’s races.

Swerve had just left with his supposed hero’s number in servo when he noticed a bot holding a sparkling trying to open a door with their pede.

Swerve opens the door for the bot.

The bot looks in surprise at the open door and looks down at Swerve.

“Please, after you.”--Swerve

The bot goes through and turns to smile at him.

“Thank you so much! I’ve been trying forever to try and get that door open, but you can only do so much when your servos are tied.”--Buddy

Swerve just smiles before looking at the sparkling who was staring at him curiously.

“No Problem! Happy to help!”--Swerve

The bot looks at a nearby confection stand.

“Hey, let me buy you something as a way to say thanks.”--Buddy

“Oh, there’s no need—”--Swerve

“BAH!”--Sparkling

The bot smiles a bit.

“I think they’re insisting too…”--Buddy

“Oh! The names Swerve!”--Swerve

“That’s a nice name, I’m Buddy.”--Buddy

After a bit of talking the two had exchanged numbers and the rest was history.

Buddy doesn’t go on the ship immediately; they ended up on the ship as Megatron’s official guard.

It took a lot of convincing to get they’re only sparkling to come aboard the ship.

When Swerve heard about his friend joining the ship, he made sure to be one of the first to meet them.

Buddy was so relief to see a familiar face when they entered the ship’s entrance.

The sparkling was just cooing and giggling hearing the familiar voice.

Swerve loves the little sparkling.

The sparkling gets very attached to him and their parent when more and more unfamiliar faces start to appear.

“Hey Swerve, have you seen—”--Buddy

The sparkling is crawling on the floor with Swerve crawling behind them.

“Imma getcha! Imma get—"--Swerve

Swerve pauses and looks at Buddy who’s leaning on the door frame with a tired smile.

“I take it you got them?”--Buddy

The sparkling perks up and happily crawls to their parent.

Buddy picks up their sparkling as Swerve stands up brushing the imaginary dust from his armor.

“We just finished one of those Earth dino films and they wanted to play dinos so…”--Swerve

Buddy chuckles a bit and pats Swerve on the helm.

“Thanks Swerve.”--Buddy

Swerve looks a bit more at Buddy’s tired face.

“You know I don’t mind watching them for a while longer. Really! Anyways I think a few hours of recharge would do you good. You look like Whirl after that 36-hour cocktail binge last month.”--Swerve

“I’m fine Swerve—”--Buddy

Swerve gives them a look.

Buddy sighs before giving him their sparkling.

“Only for an hour.”--Buddy

“I’ll wake you up Buddy.”--Swerve

Buddy smiles at Swerve and their sparkling and walks back to their habsuite for some extra sleep.

Swerve knows that Buddy’s job isn’t easy and long night are a common thing, but it turned into a real nightmare when the sparkling was awake or had a nightmare.

He did his best to help Buddy with their sparkling so they could at least get an hour or two of sleep or work done.

One of the best ways he has figured out to get both Buddy and the sparkling to relax a bit was through movie nights.

He has all sort of kid’s movies or softer toned ones to entertain them both or just the sparkling and let buddy sleep through it.

It’s mainly a minibot club that joins in for the movie nights, but on the occasion, they’ll get other bots to join in.

While watching Beauty and the Beast.

“When is Belle going to use that knife and kill the Beast?”--Whirl

“Whirl this is a kids movie!”--Swerve

“And? The last ‘kids’ movie you put on had that earth cats creator die from that free fall.”--Whirl

“Wait he died!?”--Tailgate

“Yes?! Weren’t you—oh yeah, you left in the middle for a snack break.”--Whirl

“Shhh! Buddy’s sleeping. Keep it down a bit.”--Rewind

Whirl sassily waves his claw dramatically draping part of his frame on Cyclonus who was holding Tailgate in his lap. Tailgate was holding the sparkling on his lap, both extremely invested in the movie.

The sparkling is very shy meeting the new bots but does warm up to them with some time and with enough talking.

They prefer the minibots a lot more than the rest of the crew.

It may or may not be because they associate smaller bots to Swerve.

Tailgate loves playing around with the sparkling.

But he can only play certain things with them.

One time Tailgate thought it was a smart idea to bring the sparkling on his hoverboard to take a quick ride around the ship.

Buddy, Swerve, Cyclonus and Whirl walking down the hall.

“Do you think they’re okay? It’s been a couple of hours…”--Buddy

“You worry too much Buddy; Tailgate isn’t going to let anything happen to them. Tell them Cyclonus.”--Swerve

“Tailgate would never put your sparkling in harm’s way.”--Cyclonus

“Hmm…”--Buddy

“Please! What is the worst thing Panic buttons gonna do? Take them on a high speed chase—”--Whirl

Tailgate zooms past them with the sparkling strapped on their sling.

“HI! BYE!”--Tailgate

Rodimus is chasing after him with Drift following closely behind.

“…I stand corrected.”--Whirl

THUD!

Buddy falls backwards fainting.

Swerve is by their side slightly panicking that his friend just passed out.

Rewind shows pretty colors and shapes to the sparkling.

He teams up with Chromedome in trying to get them to say their first words.

Both secretly think this is their idea of practice in case either wants a kid in the future.

“C’mon say ‘Rewind’.”--Rewind

“Or Chromedome.”--Chromedome

“That’s too long.”--Rewind

“And Rewind is too complicated.”--Chromedome

Brainstorm comes into the room.

“Brainstorm?”--Chromedome

“I brought the new binary gun designs—”--Brainstorm

“Bwainstorm.”--Sparkling

“…”--Everyone

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”--Brainstorm

Brainstorm picks up the sparkling who just looks confused while Rewind face palms and Chromedome just chuckles a bit.

“Buddy is not going to like this.”--Rewind

Swerve is the sparklings favorite.

They have him wrapped around their digit and everyone knows that.

He gives the best bedtime stories, and they love hearing his voice.

The sparkling will get excited whenever they hear their parent of Swerve talk.

Swerve is Buddy’s go to babysitter but knows that they can’t rely on just him and the mini’s. They do take more of an effort to formally introduce their sparkling to the rest of the crew.

A safety precaution if you will.

Buddy pointing at a picture of Swerve.

“Safe?”--Buddy

The sparkling nods.

Buddy shows them a picture of Lockdown.

“Safe?”--Buddy

The sparkling shakes their helm.

Buddy shows a picture or Whirl.

“Safe?”--Buddy

The sparkling nods their helm.

“HA! Take that Magnus!”--Whirl

Whenever Buddy has a mission out of the ship and Swerve is babysitting them at the bar, he puts up a sign announcing when the baby is present.

This is a universal sign of being on your best behavior or he will sic Magnus or Ten on you.

[almostdeath]

Title: The happy masquerade

Words: 2092 Ship: Pumpkinduo

Warning: Mild gore, character death (not forever), obsessive love.

Summary: Glatt figures one way to make Quackity happy, no matter if Quackity agrees with that method or not.

Soft thuds of horse hooves stepping on sand could be heard on the empty landscape, swooshing of sand travelling down with every taken step. Quackity was using one arm to cover up the one good eye that he still had to prevent the flying sand from messing with his vision. He was still questioning how sane or reasonable it was to make all this travel just to see the ghost, who decided to put in the extra work of leaving letters behind instead of talking to the duck hybrid directly. Not that Schlatt was ever good at communicating.

Its not like Quackity has an entirely free schedule. Why is he even bothering to show up. Its not like he is going to hear anything new, he didn’t get the book, his country needs a total reconstruction, there is no spot for this meeting to be squeezed in. Yet he still goes there. Quackitys grip on the lead strengthens as he contemplates turning around. Not getting much time for the decision when his mare stops on her own in front of the entrance to the cave. Nothing really changed here, the entrance is the same, shitty and handmade turnstiles. Not like those could hold anyone back, even if Schlatt insisted that Quackity pays to enter, those metal bars are turning with the slightest amount of push, not having any mechanism that would make it payment dependent.

Quackity let out a long exhale before jumping off his horse, slightly tapping the side of her long face, looking around, having to fully turn his head because of the limited vision available, stepping over to one of the metal bars, tying the leash to it before jumping over the turnstiles, landing with a dull thump as his dark leather shoes met the stone floor. Despite the high temperatures outside, the cave stayed pleasantly cool on the inside thanks to the thick layers of rocks that served as an isolator, not absorbing the heat of the sunlight. All of the feathers on the mans body rose and ruffled at the sudden change before laying back into place.

-Sweetheart! I knew that you would come!- The overly enthusiastic tone of the ghosts voice rushed to disturb the almost peaceful quiet, causing Quackity to frown. No matter what sweet name Schlatt said, it always sounded fake. The voice was genuine. Quackity knew him for long enough to tell apart the tones that he used and this one, it was genuine. Maybe that was what was throwing him off or maybe he was overthinking every word, every gesture this ghost made.

-You said it was important. I don’t have the whole day.- The owner of Las Nevadas tried to stay cold and professional in the ghosts presence, though it clearly didn’t give an intimidating effect, considering what a soft smile bloomed on the grey face. The ghost was making smooth steps forwards, barely touching the ground.

-Of course its important! I wanted to talk about us.- the man tilted his head, slightly twitching with the long sheep ears.

-Are you…serious right now? I already told you, there is no “us”, Schlatt…- Quackity was interrupted by a loud exclaim.

-Glatt!-

Quackitys brows furrowed, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched up in a discomfort expression.

-You are working for me. We are not together. Is it really something that is hard to understand?- Glatt only blinked at him a few times, even though both of them knew that he had no need to do so. He let out a low chuckle.

-I don’t know what you are talking about, pumpkin. We are married…I think, you are just so…so stressed out by everything- with a soft smile, the ghost took a step closer. -Handling this all on your own…everyone messing with your mind…when was the last time that you were happy, my dear? It must be so painful…all this living, trying to survive…suffering and worst of all, remembering all of it…- Glatts eyes softened, imitating a sympathetic expression, even though his eyes were deprived of life. Quackity huffed with annoyance, he was just wasting his time here. Of course the only thing Schlatt wanted was to rub the duck hybrids failures in his face, even if it was done with a mask of genuine adoration, that seemed to never fade. The ghost seemed to never stop smiling. Not picking up hints when people were annoyed with him, trying to “fix” relationships that are in ruins through words and soft gestures.

-If talking was all you wanted to do then you are wasting my time, Schlatt.- the man rolled his eyes before turning with the heels of his shoes to face the entrance, feeling a prickling feeling in his throat, as if the very atoms of the air have turned into crystals of ice, piercing the inside of his neck, a shiver ran down the duck hybrids spine as he could feel the temperature drop.

-Its…not very nice to turn your back to me, while I am talking, Alex- the ghosts voice was heavy from cold, calculated hurt. The rock ceiling seemed to crumble, smaller pebbles were falling down and the cave seemed to move, the metal bars stuck in the solid structure moved, seemingly opening a straight escape but soon the falls seemed to close off, as the pebbles and bigger stones rushed to ���repair” the open wall. There was no time to pay attention to that detail when the man began to hear a faint sound inside the stone walls, as if they were hollow. Clinking that echoed through the cave. Quackity never saw Glatt use any weapon and he wasn’t sure, what he had to look for.

The yellow feathers on Quackitys body rose to alarm as he slowly placed his hand on the handle of his netherite axe. The mans heart fastened its beat, wanting him to move, rushing adrenaline through his body. Quackity was frantically turning his head, trying to follow the sound of metallic rattling, as his breath fastened, coming out in clouds, when he returned his gaze forward and opened his mouth to say something, his mouth fell close as he couldn’t see the ghost in front of himself anymore. The man took his axe fully out, starting to take steps back, still turning his head, trying to predict the trajectory of anything that would be aimed his way. He could hear a high-pitched sound, how something was cutting through air but before he managed to turn his head and swing his axe, a chain went right through his non-seeing eye, a loud crack echoed against the walls of the cold cave.

The axe fell to the ground with a sharp clung as Quackity couldn’t keep his grip any longer, leaning forward but not meeting the ground himself. Glatt materialized back into vision in front of him, holding his body and slowly lowering himself on his knees, taking Quackity with him, as the sharp pain was paralyzing the man’s body.

-Shh…just a little bit longer…I promise that this will make everything better…- he was whispering softly, with the warmth care in his voice, as blood was streaming down Quackitys face. The duck hybrids hands were trembling, he struggled to coordinate them, trying to touch his face and form a grip on the part of the chain that was sticking out, blood pouring out of his mouth as he was trying to say something, not able to turn his gaze away as every movement of his eyeball was influencing the pierced socked, causing more pain to bloom in his head.

-I wouldn’t try to pull it out, love…you know how much more messy that would be…- Glatt reached up to take Quackitys hand in his own, intertwining their fingers, forcefully pulling the mans hand closer to himself to press a kiss against the back of the ducks hand.

-As soon as your heart stops beating…you will forget that this ever happened, I promise…and we can be together. You and me….just like you always wanted…like what you talked about when we were waking up together…- letting go of the mans hand, Glatt reached towards his face, gently brushing the blood off of the corner of his lips. -Do you still want a garden wedding?-

Quackity couldn’t look away, trying to say something, trying to curse the ghost out, trying to muster the most loathsome expression but everything was just overturned by the pain that was spreading in his body, the corners of his remaining vision were slowly turning to black. The only thing that was an indicator to his consciousness still being there, was the soft humming that was coming from the ghost that was holding him and softly brushing with his thumb over the bright, yellow ear-wings.

There wasn’t much time needed for Quackitys body to go completely limp, there was no heartbeat to count and the blood finally stopped pouring. The ghost still gave it a few minutes, sitting in silence before slowly pulling out the chain, letting the remaining blood mix in with the fluid from the mans eye. Glatt carefully lowered the body, so the duck would stay with his head on the ghosts lap, pulling his own sleeve over his grey hand to slowly brush off the blood and clean his lovers face. The sound of rocks moving back into place, accompanied their quiet time together, as the sun outside was slowly setting down. It’s a shame that Glatt doesn’t posses any bandages but he knows what alternative he can use, after all, the dead should be treated with respect and he knows how important that was to his fiancé.

Leaving the mans body on the floor, the ghost got up to float over to his chest and roam through it, continued to hum an old-fashioned song before he managed to get out some flowers, white, yellow and red. He looked down at the bottom of the chest that contained some of Ghostburs blue flowers but those were no fit for this funeral. Glatt made a sharp turn before returning to the body, using the stems of the flowers to combine them, making a flower crown first before adding a change, an round extension down, so it would cover up his sweet ducklings eye. The ghosts corners of the mouth formed a smile as he bowed down to press a kiss against the mans forehead. Now he only needs to put his lover to rest.

On the other side of the cave, stones started to move aside, opening a staircase that led down, glow lichen were spread along the path, illuminating the way. Glatt positioned one of his hand on Quackitys back and the other beneath his knees, picking the limp body up effortlessly, he was slowly walking down the hall till he finally reached the room that he prepared. A small, man-made river running across, from one end to another, planted grass with flowers, some handing vines with glow berries. Neither Schlatt or Glatt had a big passion for decorating but the ghost spend his time making this place worthy of his lovers body. The grave pit was positioned in the middle, surrounded by bright flowers.

Glatt took steps closer before kneeling down and softly placing his fiancé down in the pit on top of some sheets, so the rough ground wouldn’t be the only thing keeping him warm. Soon the pit started to fill up with soil, covering up the body that is cooling down.

-Soon…I will see you again, my love- the ghost softly whispered against the ground. Now its only the question of time, It doesn’t take long for ghosts to manifest, though they usually spawn farther away from the spot of their death. After all, seeing your own body would be rather distressing.

Glatt wandered outside, watching the moon rise to the sky, as the blue light illuminated him and his cave. As the only thing that was left to him was having patience to wait. The ghost closed his eyes, brushing with his thumb over the dried off blood on his sleeves.

-Glatt!- the ghost heard someone else’s voice, higher, softer, so familiar that made his dead heart wish to beat again. Soon he felt arms wrapping around his neck. -I found you!- Quackitys voices sounded genuine and joyful. -You did…you did, my love- Glatt slowly opened his eyes, reaching forward to wrap his arms around the young man, as his lips were forming a soft smile, slowly wagging with his tail.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

always forever

pairing(s): anakin skywalker x oc!padawan

warnings: talks of abuse

summary: anakin and serenity meet again.

authors note: this is a blurb from my new wattpad fic for anakin skywalker! read here.

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

not my gif

as anakin strolled through the hallways of the headquarters, he noticed his mentor inside one of the rooms that typically tended to be locked. through the open door, he could see him scrambling to straighten up the room a little more. "master? what are you doing?" he asked curiously.

obi-wan looked a bit taken back. he hadn't expected him to be up so early. "i am preparing."

the padawan tilted his head slightly in confusion at his words. "preparing for?"

"it is a very important day anakin," he replied. "i have someone very special i'd like you to meet."

his patience was beginning to run thin now. "master, can you please stop with all the mystery and just tell me?"

he stopped straightening out the bed and turned to anakin. "i have another padawan."

"what?" his brows furrowed and his face twisted into one of confusion. "i thought that was against the jedi code."

"it is," he stated. "but the council granted me permission as long as qui-gon split the responsibility."

it was all starting to make sense now in his head, like pieces of a puzzle. "is that why you disappear so often?"

obi-wan nodded. "yes. i had to make time for the both of you and that was the only way i could do it. now we must head down, they shall be arriving any minute now."

"i'm not understanding the significance of us meeting though. what is that good for?" he asked genuinely, following behind his master as they walked down the long halls.

"i'm hoping you two can work together," he said. "we believe it'll be good for you both to have someone else watch your back."

anakin's ego took a slight hit. "i thought you said i was the best. why would i need someone else watching my back if i can handle myself?"

the jedi stopped and turned to his padawan. "i said one of the best. i firmly believe you will be extremely pleased with your new partner."

"so do you consider your other padawan to be the best?" he said, a slight hint of jealousy in his voice.

"i consider you both to be the best," he replied firmly. "the two of you are my biggest successes. that is why i hope you may get along and work together. i just ask you give it a try."

anakin took a big breath and nodded. "i will, master."

"thank you, ani," he said. he turned around and continued his journey to the living area where they all would be meeting. his trainee followed him close behind, eyes searching all around to see if he could catch an early glimpse at who his new partner may be.

the two stopped and stood side by side, waiting in anticipation for those double doors to open and for the two to appear.

and when the doors finally did open, qui-gon walked through with a shorter figure behind him. when he came to a halt, the mysterious person appeared at his side.

he tried his best not to make a face, but how could he not? the padawan standing across him was not who he was expecting at all.

"anakin skywalker," obi-wan began. "i'd like you to meet serenity raven. serenity raven, anakin skywalker," he introduced the two.

something was off. its like they were frozen in time for a second, just starting at one another. "reni?" anakin asked cautiously incase it wasn't actually her.

the two jedi shared a look, qui-gon raising a brow at obi-wan. what was happening?

she took a long look at his face. she remembered the name very vividly. she remembered the young boy who'd come into the shop asking for burnt out parts he could potentially use on his ship he was creating. she remembered the first time her father hit her when he found out about her habits of gifting items to others for free, especially to a slave like anakin. suddenly, her eyes lit up. "ani? oh my god, you look so different."

the corners of his lips turned upwards as he analyzed her features. "i could say the same thing about you."

the two couldn't help but notice each others padawan braids that hung over their right shoulders, confirming the fact that they were actual padawans.

"i apologize for the interruption, but do you two know each other?" obi-wan asked curiously. he wasn't complaining by any means, but it was going much better than he expected.

"we met back home when we were kids," anakin replied. "she used to give me old parts to fix up my ship that helped me win that race."

it felt like a relief was lifted from the jedi's chests. not only did they get along, but the two were familiar with each other. they immediately knew they'd make a great team.

[ay-miphae]

Source Thoughts that i've never put on tumblr for some reason

So over a year ago I noticed some parallels in The Source but I never wrote them anywhere because this was before I was on Ayreonblr but I Just Remembered Them so uh. Yeah nothing fancy just Me Saying Words about an album I'm normal about

Sea of Machines and The Human Compulsion

I have definitely seen it mentioned before that the bridge of Sea of Machines is the same as the intro to The Human Compulsion. Maybe just an interesting bit of symmetry between the second and the second to last song? Even though the Source isn't that ...symmetrical of an album...

Star of Sirrah and Planet Y Is Alive!

Another thing like with the previous two - the verses have almost the exact same melody. "You have all been chosen / For your skills and expertise" vs "How can we still trust you / After all the lies you spoke" This one is odd. Took me awhile to notice it. The fourth song on the album paralleling the fifth to last. Not that I've analyzed it musically, but Star of Sirrah has a positive tone and in a major key(?) whereas Planet Y is faster and minor(?)... additionally we've got the President and the Prophet speaking hope in the first, and the Opposition Leader being like "nah you've screwed us over" in the latter. Directed at the President I should add. Anyway speaking of Planet Y Is Alive:

The fourth chronicle. All of it.

So the fourth and last chronicle of the Source consists of Bay of Dreams through March of the Machines. In terms of plot, the least happens in this one, and it's more of an introspective look at what will happen once the newly awakened Forevers inhabit their new home.

There's six songs on this one. I think of them as three pairs of two songs that are... basically the opposite in every respect, as they explore three major facets of their new life - their physical adaptation to the planet, their mental state and adjustment, and their purpose (or their adjustment on a spiritual level, if you will). Even the characters that appear are nearly the opposite.

Anyway. Just checked and this chronicle is called The Rebirth. I didn't know they had names. That's cool

Bay of Dreams vs Planet Y Is Alive! - adaptation on a physical level

TH-1 appears on both these tracks, but not the next two. I think that checks out considering that technology is a potent part of their adaptation.

Bay of Dreams - Historian, Chemist, Diplomat, Prophet (and TH-1) Planet Y Is Alive! - Opposition Leader, President, Astronomer, Captain, Biologist (and TH-1)

Bay of Dreams - contemplative and cautious, as they also try to figure out to do with TH-1, who they seem to have taken a liking to. This is a stretch, but it's almost like they're focusing on like, the specific geographic bay. The small details. The ones that require caution be taken. Planet Y Is Alive! - uptempo, there's a sense of conflict but also hope that it will be different, that it will be better. No more technology. Yeah right. It's like they're focusing on the whole planet and their lofty goals and everything is achievable for the time being.

Anyway the only character who doesn't appear on either of these (besides the Preacher, who peaces in and out for exactly one song) is the Counselor. Like I'm 90% sure Arjen didn't... intentionally write in these parallels and I'm 90% sure this is a hyperfixation-induced overanalysis. But. Her primary role is to attend to people's emotional needs. So. It makes sense.

The Source Will Flow vs Journey To Forever - adaptation on an emotional level

TH-1 is nowhere to be found on this pair. Stay tuned.

The Source Will Flow - Chemist, Counselor, Historian Journey To Forever - Diplomat, Captain, Astronomer, the rest of the ship's crew if that counts?

Okay weird I could have sworn there were more characters on this song pair. Anyway. My point still stands?

The Source Will Flow - unexpectedly slow, emotional, beautiful in a way I can't quite place. It's about the tug-of-war between resignation, desire, grief, closure... just like, sitting in the melancholy. Anyway I really like this one Journey To Forever - upbeat and positive to the point being... kind of jarring. The vibes are great! In spite of everything that's happened, it's exciting to explore a new future and to be connected in a way like never before! Glad y'all are enjoying your world without walls but... haha guys...

Anyway the fact that there are three characters on each of these got me thinking. Could they be foils to each other? The Counselor and the Diplomat, both responsible for the crew's emotional state, one more introspective and one more expressive. The Chemist and the Astronomer, two of the scientists, one more melancholy and one more hopeful. The Historian and the Captain, the two... resident-knowing-a-lot-about-the-Starblade-and-what's-going-on-in-my-headcanons-at-least... one more cautious and one more energetic.

Yeah I'm still quite sure character dynamics were the least of Arjen's concerns when writing this album. Is that going to stop me from overanalyzing all the characters. No it is not.

The Human Compulsion vs March of the Machines - Purpose

Aka one of the wildest album endings of all time. It's great.

The Human Compulsion - all the human characters. They are all questioning their purpose. All of them. March of the Machines - just TH-1

The Human Compulsion - it's like all of the Source is building up to this moment. They've left their life behind, successfully rehabited a new planet, they're going to be alive for the next billion years or so. What now. They worry about their humanity, their legacy, their metaphysical impact on the universe's timeline. Are they just going to vanish into the sea? A question that remains unanswered for many billion years. March of the Machines - Purpose being TH-1's driving factor is something @emotionally-charged-arson pointed out - for appearing on this album for all of five and a half minutes, TH-1 is quite complex and I can't think of a better way to describe his arc. The combination of humanity and technology in him invokes a need for a reason, he needs to be something. He is hope, he is the 'Frame.

Anyway you know how you can tell a lot about a character based off the first and the last words they say? (or did I just make that up idk) Quite literally what this song pair is doing, I think about that sometimes.

[myanxietydemonaretootired]

So... I was bored and watched lesbian tiktoks for like an hour. Then I was like, I wanna write something cute and wrote just a small thing but I liked it.

Available on Ao3 too :]

I kissed Emily Prentiss

Two days ago, Garcia came to the bureau with four tickets for a new club that had recently opened a few blocks near her house, the "Jennifer's Body" nightclub. She had been waiting for months for it to be up and ready for business.

"C'mon, JJ! We really need to unwind and I swear, it'll be totally fun! Also, hello, the name. Jennifer's Body has to have Jennifer's Body! Your beautiful JJ Body!" She took my hand and lifted me up from my chair. "Please, let's dance! Let's dance."

"We haven't had fun in forever. I'm IN!" Tara joined in the conversation.

Tara backed up Penelope and started dancing with her. I couldn't help but laugh. I have been under a lot of stress, we all have. This job sometimes makes us forget to love life and to take time for the little things, like a good night out with friends. And who better to remind me than the one and only Penelope Garcia? We should start paying her for it. I looked at Emily, expecting her response to Penelope's offer.

"I heard girls called Jennifer drink for free." She said. It was all it took.

"Let's go, ladies," I say, and we go to get ready.

I never imagined a nightclub like this one. All the pink, purple and mirrors with phrases like "so hot" and "beautiful babe" written with what appears to be lipstick. The whole place was made for girls by girls. As soon as we set foot here, Garcia and Tara lost themselves in the music and started dancing surrounded by all the other girls who happily embraced them, especially Tara, so many of them tried to dance with her. I get it. She looks amazing, in a black dress with some see-through parts, and Pen did her make-up. Well, she did everyone's make-up. Garcia also looks great, in a tight dress with puffed sleeves and she put hot pink extensions on her head.

However, I can't stop staring at Emily. A sleeveless red bodysuit with a cut down the middle and tight black shorts, there is a little space between her bodysuit and her shorts where you can see her skin. I don't know why I keep looking at that space, it's hypnotising. I feel my mouth dry and I drink another cosmopolitan. Girls surround her and ask permission to touch her while they dance. That's a little intrusive, right? Does she feel comfortable with it?

One of the girls is complimenting her hair, which I did. Curls in her shiny jack-black hair. I remember how my breath stopped the moment we got too close. She said: "Don't be shy, sit here." She pulled me onto her lap as I curled her hair, winning one point from our weird flirtation-ship competition. Who can make the other one the most hot and breathless without any sex? I don't get it. How can she make me feel like this? How can someone have so much power over my feelings without...

Well, without what? Do I like her?

I look at Emily flirt with that girl; she's pretty, I guess; a cute short girl with a buzzcut. Emily eclipses any woman and enby in this room. The outfit hugging her figure and I can just trace every part of her over it. I feel like a psycho staring at her this way, I don't feel myself but oxygen is not entering my body. I must have gone mad, I feel asphyxiated. I want her to get away from buzzcut girl, I want us to go running to a bathroom stall and just kiss each other. I would grab her by the neck, and she would hug my waist. We would use the wall as our only support because our legs aren't responding. I'd ask for permission to deepen the kiss. I'm biting my lip just imagining it.

I make my way to her, putting myself in between the other girl and my Emily. I notice she's been staring at me too, and I smile because I know she wants this too. I whisper in her ear "Can I kiss you?"

"God, finally."

She envelopes my mouth with hunger, hugging me. I grab her by the face, her hair all over my hands.

I kissed Emily Prentiss.

[jpitha]

We Need a Ride

As they walked into the massive docking bay of the Starbase, Chloe strode purposefully towards the glossy aquamarine ship that had just arrived, her silver hair flashing in the sharp light of the bay.

Sophia and Cereni walked behind a few steps, hustling to keep up with Chloe's long strides.

Cereni noticed it first. Her ears flicked, a K'laxi raised eyebrow. "Chloe, who is that? I've never seen a ship like that before"

The ship they were walking towards barely fit into the bay. Humans tended to build their ships large, and even for that, this one was big. It was wide and had softened angles and fins and stubby wings on the side. Sophia marveled "Cereni, they're a dropship. I've never seen one in person before!"

Chloe chuckled "That's right! Abyssal Plains is special. Over 600 drops and not one fatality. Normally they wouldn't even be out here, but I linked a beacon out to where they normally operate and called in a favor."

At that, Abyssal's external speakers clicked on. "614 drops Extended Reach, get it right you old so-and-so! I haven't heard from you in centuries and the first thing you do is call in that favor from Parvati? Typical!" Abyssal sounded jovial to Cereni even though what they were saying sounded like they were chiding Chloe.

Chloe stood arms akimbo in front of the ship and looked up. "My name is Chloe now. I'm sorry for not reaching out sooner, you know how life is. Also, if I recall correctly, I remember absorbing gigawatts of energy on my starboard flank to prevent your destruction around the orbit of Parvati so I think that the favor I'm asking for is more than fair"

Chloe is an AI, and formerly the Starjumper Extended Reach. She "retired" nearly a century ago and chose to be loaded into a body. While she's not a 4 kilometer long Starjumper anymore, she does stand nearly two meters tall, with long silver hair that's almost metallic, sky blue eyes and casts an imposing, etherial figure.

Abyssal took on a more subdued tone. "That you did Chloe, that you did, and I am forever thankful that you were there to take those hits. Hence, why I linked in the moment I got your message. Please, come aboard and tell me what's up."

As they stood there, the entire front of Abyssal opened and the three of them saw the huge empty space in the bottom of the old dropship, designed for dozens of vehicles or hundreds of people to take the loud, hot ride through an atmosphere falling at fifteen to twenty times the speed of sound. Abyssal wasn't made for comfort, but was made to carry lots of stuff through an atmosphere really fast. Sophia realized that the Abyssal must be incredibly old.

Chloe smiled and scoffed. "Show off. We could have used the regular door to come in."

As they stepped in, Abyssal's speakers sounded much warmer and more intimate. "And what fun would that be? Let an old dropship show the new folks just what they're designed to do eh? The fact that you called for me means that you need to go for a ride in the atmosphere right? What are we doing? Dropping off, or picking up?"

"Picking up. The people on that new colony Spruces? We lost contact with them a couple months ago. Every beacon we link in doesn't come back. I think something is wrong. We need to go down, grab some folks and some stuff and bring them back to explain what's going on."

"Stuff eh?" even without a face, Sophia could hear Abyssal's raised eyebrow. "No matter. Anything for a friend. When are we leaving?"

"No time like the present. Let's get out there now. We'll head upstairs and I'll give you the coordinates. We'll link in orbit, and do the drop. In and out, quick and quiet."

Cereni snuck a glance at Sophia who shrugged her shoulders. Neither really knew what Chloe was up to. AIs - even ones in bodies - tended to keep things close and only tell people when they needed to know something. They were coming along because Chloe asked for their help and they trust her.

"Chloe, you know as well as I do that dropping through the atmosphere is rarely quiet, but we'll give it our very best."

****

Part 2 is here

[mondaymisfortune]

Chapter 1

The mattress cradled my sleeping form. The cold air of my new empty room battled to beat the fortress of blankets and quilts that weighed down on me like a cocoon. My heavy eyes blinked awake, and I was bitterly reminded that I was no longer home. Everything was new; this state, this house, my room. The floors, the walls, the ceilings, even the smell. Nothing was familiar, nothing was comfortable. Numerous boxes crowded the empty space of the fresh four walls before me, reminders of how my life could easily be packed away and shipped across the country just like everything else. These plain tan boxes were honestly an insult to my being. The colorful art, and clothes, and games, and pictures, and hobbies that made me who I am, all trapped within identical boxes of cardboard lingering with the smell of mildew from the ever present humidity of Maine. 

Maine. Even the thought of telling someone “I live in Maine” was a stranger to me. No, I’m not from Maine, no I don’t live in Maine. All things I wished I could say, all things that were false. 

The trip from California had been a pretty smoothe one, minus the traffic and the cramped hours and the frustrated tears of constant bickering from my parents. It could have been worse. 

I had spent my entire life, all 16 years, in California. I loved the sun and the beach and never ending excitement. But everyone in my little three person family would agree, we couldn’t stay there forever. The noise, the people, the bullying. It was all too much. I suppose my family moved for my sake. Thought it would be a fresh start, a chance to reinvent myself, find my footing. But like so many others, change was totally not my thing. 

I love my parents, I really do, but I don’t think they understand that moving to the middle of a forest is NOT the move for someone who constantly imagines people that aren’t there and freaks when left alone for too long. 

The visions started when I was 11. Small things like hearing my name called when I was alone in the house, seeing a passing shadow in the corner of my room at night. All things that could be chalked up to the imagination of an only child and unmonitored access to the internet. But as I got older, they never stopped, only matured. The voices became louder, the shadows took forms. Suddenly I was being followed everywhere I went, watched from every corner. 

Though no two visions are ever identical, one element has remained the same, there has always been a man, or more or less, a large figure. Even in my earliest memories I recall a tall and looming presence, no, not threatening, just…present. My first memory of him (or it) was when I was five. We had this little pastel playhouse, just a simple four-wall, plastic thing that I decorated with various princess and monster truck stickers. Inside was the tea party spot. I held countless spectacular tea parties with all of my dolls and plushies, and the occasional parent (though I quickly learned they were far more fun by myself). I was throwing one of my famous tea parties with my plush bunny, Lucy, my Ken Barbie, and my teddy bear, Charlie. We ate TownHouse buttery crackers and sipped lemonade in plastic tea cups until the sun went down. That was when I saw him, through the plastic window cut-out, right along the fence, within the trees. He blended in, seamlessly, I convinced myself there was an eyelash or something in my eye. After furiously rubbing my eyelids, blinking, and batting, and rolling my eye ball around, I sneaked a peek through a slitted eyelid, and there he continued to stand. A tall, black, blurry blob, staring. Or what I assume to be staring as he had no eyes…no nothing. He carried no distinct features, only a static outline. As quick as my little five year old legs could carry me, I dashed inside, tears brimming and brewing. When I delivered the news to my parents, they didn’t fear ghosts or interdimensional beings, they thought I had seen a real person, a real man. My mother secured me to her chest as my dad bolted outside, ready to swing on whoever was creeping on his little girl. Wielding the butter knife he had been using to cut strawberries and the flashlight from his phone, he marched across the yard, only to find no one. No man, no figure, no nothing. Only trees. 

Pretty quickly the source of my tears switched from being the mysterious presence to having forgotten my dolls. How could I have forgotten them in such a moment of weakness? How could I have left them all alone in the dark playset with that creature? What kind of friend was I if I had run off to save myself and let them fend for themselves? Much to my pleasure and comfort, my dad retrieved the toys and brought them all back inside and any thought of the creature man quickly dissipated as my little five year old mind began to jump to other trains of thought. My parents let it go, not wanting to bring it up again, satisfied with me being in the house and safe. As I got older, I asked them about the occurrence frequently, having it set in my mind that what I saw was real. They fostered the belief that what I saw was just a trick of the light and a wild imagination, not wanting to poison my child brain with thoughts of scary monsters and figures . 

I knew he was real when I was ten. I was on the swingset, just down the street from our little pale blue house. The playground was small, a yellow, red, and blue jungle gym with chipped paint and creaky rusted bolts, next to it one giant metal slide that became a frying pan in the summer under the California sun. The playground was surrounded by a weak and worsening chain link fence that I fail to believe was even close to being up to code. A smart and warry parent would quickly mark the place as a hazard, but as a kid, I couldn’t imagine a more perfect location. 

The star of the playground was the swings. Two sets stood on opposite ends of the wood chip-filled square, one a shorter, more condensed version of the other. It held six swings, three pairs of two, sized down for the smaller kiddies and the babies. The other also held six swings but in one giant row. It reached higher than I had ever seen a swingset reach. You could swing so high it felt like you just touched the clouds. Two boys, brothers, who lived in the neighborhood swore they had been able to do a full 360 around the upper supporting bar. I believed them, I was ten. 

My favorite thing to do was head out when my parents started dinner, swing till the streetlights came on, and then dash home like my life depended on it. One evening, as the sun began to sink her way down behind the hills, I found myself swinging and swooshing to my heart’s content. I swung higher than I ever had before. If I had made the choice to jump off, I was certain my arms would transform into wings and I could soar up up and away from our little street, high into the clouds, away from the Cali heat. I closed my eyes and imagined flipping and twirling and dashing through the fluffiest of clouds, each grey huddle of droplets grazing my face and kissing the hairs on my head. I was completely free, unrestrained from the chains of the swing or the ties of gravity. 

A touch of nausea was coming over me as I vigorously swung back and forth and I re-opened my eyes, touching back down to earth, landing among my place in the universe. And there he stood. Again. Far away, outside the chain link fence, occupying the little break of empty space among the rows of trees. Watching. Waiting. For what? So I may walk towards him or so I may cease swinging and allow him to rush forwards towards me? My heart dislodged from its rightful spot in my ribcage and dropped straight down to my stomach. I thought I might throw up from how full it made me. Faster than I should, I dug my feet into the dirt and wood chips beneath me, sending splinters flying in every direction, logging pieces in my socks and skin. For a moment I stared back, part confused, part scared, part daring it, asking it, what are you going to do? When I blinked and he refused to move, I took that as my cue to haul ass back to the safety and warmth of my home. 

I launched myself from the swings, ignoring the small stabbing pains of the wood chips in my shoes, more focused on the fact that in order to make it out of the playground I would have to run towards the only opening in the chain link fence, which unfortunately, was towards the creature. I was so scared. As I ran I felt a headache more painful than I have ever felt before, even to this day. Every twist and turn in the road, I refused to look back, to acknowledge his presence. I knew he was there, still watching. Always watching. 

I sprinted and sprinted till I pretty much crashed into the front door nearly letting the scream escape my throat as I frantically searched the house for my mother in the kitchen. My vision was blurry with tears and panic, my head pounding like a jackhammer was being directly drilled right into my frontal lobe. Something wet came seeping down my nose towards my lips and nausea bubbled up inside of me. I thought I might just pass out then and there. As I came screeching to halt in the kitchen. I tried voicing for help but nothing came out, all I could manage was sobs and sharp breaths. My mother looked to me, wide-eyed and startled. I will never forget the look on her face as she stared, mouth a-jar, trembling she asked,  

“Honey, why is your nose bleeding?”

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🦇 One Last Stop Book Review 🦇

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

❓ #QOTD If you could live in a different time and place, when and where would you choose? ❓ 🦇 August expects moving to New York will only prove her cynicism right. The only way to live is to do it alone. That is, until a mysterious girl on the train hands her a scarf, sparking not only a major subway crush on the Q, but an adventure that will alter August's perspective of the world forever.

💜 Oh. My. Goddess. This book. THIS BOOK. This book hit me like a freight train (yes, yes, I see the pun). It's been a month since I read it because I couldn't find the words...I still can't. But I'll try. 💜 This. Book. Why did NO ONE tell me about this book?! 💜 From page one, this book is a childhood friend reaching out and tugging you into a warm, solid embrace before lifting you off your feet, spinning you around, and causing the word to blur. Casey McQuiston's narration is familiar, inviting, intimate. I couldn't stop annotating. August is raw and vulnerable and real, but still figuring out who she is away from her mother and messy childhood. We're only lucky enough to discover the woman she is alongside her. 💜 I don't want to spoil this story for anyone who hasn't read it yet, because there's a moment that changes EVERYTHING -- the genre, the plot, August, EVERYTHING. It's executed so well that I still feel the impact. WHY am I tearing up writing a review for this a MONTH later?! 💜 The underlying messages in this story are so heavy and impactful, yet written with such ease and grace and respect. There's: 🚇 Beautiful representation and discussion about virginity 🚇 Kisses for evidence-gathering 🚇 Exploration into New York's queer history 🚇 A Chinese lesbian displaced during the 70s 🚇 Lost memory 🚇 HIV/AIDs activists 💜 Beyond that, there's a beautiful sapphic ship, quirky cast of queer side characters, and sense of found family that's beyond heart-warming. I'm completely onboard for whatever Casey McQuiston has planned next.

💜 Literary Awards: 🚇 ALA Alex Award Nominee (2022) 🚇 Goodreads Choice Award Nominee for Romance (2021) 🚇 RUSA CODES Reading List for Romance (2022) 🚇She Reads Best of Award Nominee for Romance (2021)

🦇 Recommended for all readers; namely fans of Delilah Green Doesn't Care, She Gets the Girl, and Imogen, Obviously. This book is absolute magic. I read this in February but I can already say it's one of my top reads for the year. Yes, I'm still tearing up. What is wrong with me?

✨ The Vibes ✨ 🩷 Queer Found Family 🚇 Bisexual FMC 🩷 Diverse Cast 🏙️ Coming-of-Age 🩷 Sapphic Ship 🚝 Smut 🩷 Sci-Fi Twist

💬 Quotes ❝ Truth is, when you spend your whole life alone, it’s incredibly appealing to move somewhere big enough to get lost in, where being alone looks like a choice. ❞ ❝ August looks at her as the train reverses past Gravesend rooftops, this girl out of time, the same face and body and hair and smile that took August’s life by the shoulders in January and shook. And she can’t believe Jane had the nerve, the audacity, to become the one thing August can’t resist: a mystery. ❞ ❝ "Your friendly smile of acceptance—from the safe position of heterosexuality,’” Jane reads aloud, “‘isn’t enough. As long as you cherish that secret belief that you are a little bit better because you sleep with the opposite sex, you are still asleep in your cradle … and we will be the nightmare that awakens you.’” ❞ ❝ August laughs and wants so badly to know what it feels like to show off the person who’s yours from across the crowd...Maybe what she really wants is to be the person across the crowd who belongs to someone. ❞ ❝ “The attraction between you two is literally a spark, and it’s the same spark that’s bringing her back into reality." ❞ ❝ “I fell in love with you the day I met you, and then I fell in love with the person you remembered you are. I got to fall in love with you twice. That’s—that’s magic. You’re the first thing I’ve believed in since—since I don’t even remember, okay, you’re—you’re movies and destiny and every stupid, impossible thing, and it’s not because of the fucking train, it’s because of you. It’s because you fight and you care and you’re always kind but never easy, and you won’t let anything take that away from you. You’re my fucking hero, Jane. I don’t care if you think you’re not one. You are.” ❞

[jxncywarrior]

Stranger Things characters and ships as Taylor Swift Albums

Part Four: Red (Taylor’s Version)

*Disclaimer: I’m tagging all the ships and characters featured. I’m gonna try not to be biased. MOST of these are strictly based on canon. No hate to ANY ships or shippers.*

State Of Grace: Ronance (Nancy’s POV)

“So you were never a saint and I've loved in shades of wrong. We learn to live with the pain. Mosaic broken hearts but this love is brave and wild”

Red: Mileven (El’s POV)

“Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street. Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly”

Treacherous: Jopper (Hopper’s POV)

“Two headlights shine through the sleepless night and I will get you, and get you alone”

I Knew You Were Trouble: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“No apologies. He'll never see you cry. Pretends he doesn't know that he's the reason why you're drowning”

22: Elmax (s3)

“Yeah, we're happy, free, confused, and lonely in the best way. It's miserable and magical”

I Almost Do: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“I just wanna tell you it takes everything in me not to call you”

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: Mileven (El’s POV)

“I remember when we broke up the first time saying, "This is it, I've had enough," 'cause like we hadn't seen each other in a month when you said you needed space”

Stay Stay Stay: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)

“Before you, I'd only dated self indulgent takers who took all of their problem out on me but you carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing and I love you”

The Last Time: Byler (Will’s POV)

“This is the last time I'm asking you this. Put my name at the top of your list. This is the last time I'm asking you why. You break my heart in the blink of an eye”

Holy Ground: Elmax (Max’s POV)

“Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress. We had this big wide city all to ourselves. We blocked the noise with the sound of 'I need you' and for the first time I had something to lose”

Sad Beautiful Tragic: Byler (Will’s POV)

“Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, the train runs off its tracks, kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? Hang up, give up. For the life of us we can't get back”

The Lucky One: Steve

“You had it figured out since you were in school. Everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool”

Everything Has Changed: Byler (Mike’s POV)

“All I've seen since eighteen hours ago is green eyes and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind making me feel like”

Starlight: Ronance (Nancy’s POV)

“He said, "Look at you, worrying so much about things you can't change. You'll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way"”

Begin Again: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)

“But you throw your head back laughing like a little kid. I think it's strange that you think I'm funny, 'cause he never did”

The Moment I Knew: Mileven (El’s POV)

“You should've been there. Should've burst through the door with that "Baby, I'm right here" smile and it would've felt like a million little shining stars had just aligned and I would've been so happy”

Come Back…Be Here: Byler (Mike’s POV)

“And this is when the feeling sinks in. I don't wanna miss you like this”

Ronan: Hopper

“I remember the drive home when the blind hope turned to crying and screaming, "Why?" Flowers pile up in the worst way, no one knows what to say”

Nothing New: Nancy

“They tell you while you're young "Girls, go out and have your fun" Then they hunt and slay the ones who actually do it”

Better Man: Will and Jonathan to Lonnie

“And I see the permanent damage you did to me”

Babe: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“Big mistake, you broke the sweetest promise that you never should have made”

Message In A Bottle: Byler (Mike’s POV)

“I know that you like me and it's kinda frightenin'. Standing here waitin', waitin' and I became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes. Tongue tied”

I Bet You Think About Me: Stancy (Nancy’s POV)

“But you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for and you and I fell like an early spring snow”

Forever Winter: Nancy to Mike

“He says he doesn't believe anything much he hears these days. He says, "Why fall in love, just so you can watch it go away?". He spends most of his nights wishing it was how it used to be”

Run: Byler (Mike’s POV)

“So you laugh like a child and I'll sing like no one cares. No one to be, no one to tell”

The Very First Night: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)

“My friends all say they know everything I'm going through. I drive down different roads but they all lead back to you”

All Too Well (10mv): Mileven (El’s POV)

“And maybe we got lost in translation. Maybe I asked for too much. But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up”

Eyes Open: Mike

“The tricky thing is yesterday we were just children playing soldiers just pretending. Dreaming dreams with happy endings”

Safe And Sound: Jonathan to Will

“Don't you dare look out your window, darling, everything's on fire. The war outside our door keeps raging on. Hold onto this lullaby even when the music's gone”

Links to other parts of this series: Debut, Fearless, Speak Now, 1989, reputation, Lover, folklore, evermore

[exoticalmonde]

Stultifaring The Navis (Formally)

I had at least 5 of the medals since the last time, which makes it all both easier and harder, because last episode in the ship of seaborn - I did not have Lappland. So you can guess I had no way to auto run anything in EX.

Anyways, I've armed myself up so well I only had to sit and laugh at this pathetic little creature

and whatever lies this is trying to insist on

Anyways, since I got lots of money from the purple tickets and the overall shop, I managed to get W's new skin and I am REELING at her quotes. I have grown to l-.... like... her. Kind of. In the way that Ines would like her I guess, and I like Ines in the ways that W would like her. It's tolerable. I don't WANT to hate them, I do not in fact hate them. I just don't know them well enough to care but I would absolutely give my husband a chance and bond with the women in his life because if he trusted their character and ended up picking me, then who am I to ever argue?

So I've been going wild with his

[Transcribed: Hoederer, what's wrong? Oh, the book you wanted me to check out? How should I know? What's that pile of ash in the fire? Hm... Oh! I "mistook" the book for tinder a little while ago. Eh, it's fine. We're cooking dinner with knowledge tonight. It's gonna taste fantastic, don'tcha think?]

I AM SO MAD ABOUT THE BOOK IF THERE IS ONE THING I AM A MATERIALIST FOR ITS BOOKS AND W IS *Shaking her* WOMAN

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[Transcribed: Check this potato, Ines got a head like so-Hmm... now that I think of it, you could probably squeeze a bomb into a potato. Maybe a good trick to play on some miserable dumbass. Hey, Hoederer, you want a potato?]

Dying.

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['Transcribed: Hey, Hoederer, I've been thinking. If the two of us went at that nasty Kal'tsit, how do you figure our chances taking her out? I mean, you guys are always planning for all contengencies, so we gotta have a plan for that one too, right? Hah, now that's a funny look on your face.]

I LOVE THAT HIS FACE IS SO EASY TO READ HE IS SO TRANSPARENT AROUND PEOPLE HE TRUSTS I AM GOING TO MELT I LOVE HOEDERER SO MUCH

[Transcribed: My name... My name... Hey hoederer, you're always reading books, so why don't you come up with a name for me? Theresa said I should come up with a new one... Wait a second, what's with all those books? Pick a name myself? Go to hell!]

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[Transcribed: Theresa called me over and told everyone what an amazing fighter I am, but she didn't look happy at all. How can I make her happy...? What if I invited her over and cooked her a nice dinner?]

She is so gay for Theresa... Good for her, good fo- *remembers Theresa is meant to be dead and now that she is not dead she is on the enemy's side and we are both devastated* Ah.

[Transcribed: How many pieces of candy am I worth now? I actually like that method of valuing people. You sure we shouldn't go with that?]

I will never give up on the idea that you just... cost candies. This really is such a Laterano situation instead of a Sarkaz one. And don't get me started on the whole 'they were once the same-' yeah, isn't that terrific?

Today is a special day where we do all the visiting

And the shopping

Picking up my fish husband from the training grounds so we could take him for a little nap since he's been there for a while.

Taking him for a little walk down memory lane.

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Previously: Me, while guiding Dr. Kryo: "Show me the little handies." Pinkie: "I hate that, because it... usually means a handjob." Me, insistently: "Give me visuals of your little handies, Kryo." Kryo: "Oh my." Lundi: "Just take my Lappland." Kryo: "Taking Lundi's Lapipi." Me: "I hate that. Terrible. Suddenly I understand how Pinkie felt."

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That being done, let's finish with what I actually came here for

YOU

It took me forever to get this level. I actually spent less time on the boss stage than trying to figure out how to use 3 roombas to clear the mess those seaborn create and---

The urchins. The squid urchins have always been the answer.

But that didn't stop Ebenhold to complain about all the times I failed.

Ebenholz: "We can hardly call this a win. Are you the one that got a headache and not me?" Me: Slams fists on table Ebenholz: Me: "Graf Urtica… don't challenge me. I can kill you on a whim." Ebenholz: …. Me: …. Ebenholz: ….. Me: "Oh. Yeah. Now I see my true self shining through huh?"

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"First time?"

"We've been here before."

"This Motherland aint big enough for both of us."

"It's three against one."

"Let me introduce you to my little friends."

*I actually let one slip, so we had to edit the team's skills a little bit*

HAHA! You cannot get through

'Brethren, the road is clear! I can see it now! There's land ahead, the taste of hope is upon my tendrils and I can feel that there's nothing to stop us anymore. No enemies in sight, all losses have been atoned for. I shall be the first to lead you to the motherland, I will take you with me and I will never forget the names of the fallen---'

*instantly frozen and evaporated*

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There was nothing funnier this night actually than all the quotable memes where both me and Dr. Lundi are laughing and screaming at the stupid fish in every phase it exists in.

Here is my contribution to the meme everybody's been talking about now that all of arknights have a Lappland, a Jay or *checks notes* Ho'olheyak or however you spell the name.

[hangmanshoney]

suuuper late uploading this bc I’ve had my new name for a little while now, but I figured new name, new pinned post - better late than never - so here we go!

Hi hey hello, welcome to my brain dump for a multiverse of fandoms!

*updated january 2024*

about me & this blog:

current era: glen powell (with a lil tom cruise still too)

current obsession(s): a certain bunch of fictional naval aviators (what’s new?), also apparently both real & fictional men from Texas.

current love(s) of my life: glen powell, monica barbaro & jake lockett.

current OTP’s: sereshaw/hangster, hannix, tarlos, chenford, brettsey, buddie.

OG / forever OTP’s: upstead, hawkami, rollisi, stellaride, jamko, ellick, tiva, madney, bathena, spoby.

content you may see here:

shows/movies

- chicago fire (hawkami, brettsey & stellaride trash + carver my beloved, holding up the universe)

- chicago pd (upstead trash forever & always - no matter how bad the writers are screwing them over!)

- top gun + maverick (basically my entire personality at this point, unapologetically a slut for jake seresin (cheers bestie @callsign-fangirl!) but also have a lil soft spot for mav, roo & bob!)

- 911 (buddie trash here + maddie buckley & may grant are my icons)

- 911: lonestar (tarlos are my babies & marjan is my queen)

- law & order: svu (rollisi are my babies, forever and always)

- criminal minds (still catching up but already unapologetically in love with derek morgan & spencer reid)

- bones (literally adore the jeffersonian gang & this show kinda blows my mind?)

- gilmore girls + a year in the life (jess mariano supremacy!)

- the rookie (in my chenford feels on a daily basis)

- csi vegas (my newest obsession - rapidly falling head over heels for josh folsom but also fully on the allie-josh ship train!)

- law & order: organised crime (elliot stabler’s reprisal got me hook, line & sinker and i never looked back)

- blue bloods (lil bit in love with the whole reagan clan but jamie has my heart)

- greys anatomy (merder & slexie forever and always, little grey my beloved!)

- ncis (forever in my ellick/tiva era)

- fbi

- pretty little liars

- gossip girl OG (my first tv show addiction, never gets old)

- gossip girl reboot

- succession

people

- tom holland (despite the name change he’s still my love, here for all the content I can get!)

- tom cruise (an obsession that came from nowhere & took over my life)

- glen powell (loml, my fave texas boy, my little pilot man)

- monica barbaro (my love, my angel, my queen)

- miles teller (feral for this man, pornstache n all!)

- lewis pullman (sweet lew lew my love)

- jesse lee soffer

- jake lockett (the texas men obsession continues)

- richard madden (bodyguard, rocketman, cinderella - you name it i’m here for it)

- chris evans (marvel, defending jacob, knives out - again, you name it i’m here for it)

- aaron taylor johnson (recently re-obsessed thanks to bullet train but I’ve been crushing since like 08 so I’m here for the long haul)

- sebastian stan

- andrew garfield (the first spiderman I ever loved, my first marvel crush)

- zendaya (girl crush all day every day)

- harry styles

- joe jonas

- brad simpson

- taron egerton (kingsman / rocketman mostly)

- shawn mendes

bands

- the vamps

- jonas brothers

franchises

- marvel (avengers / tasm era - spiderman / captain america / black widow mostly + all things bucky barnes)

- one chicago

- law & order

- mission: impossible

As always, like / comment / drop me a message if we have any fandoms in common, always looking to see new content on my feed & interact with new people. Feel free to reach out & I’ll give you a follow.

All the love, chloe✌️💕

[nordic-explorer]

Travel Log Entry #6: Leif's Expedition to Uncharted Lands

After nearly five years since the Greenland expedition, fate bestowed upon me another chance to explore unknown lands. This time, it was an invitation from none other than Leif, the son of Erik himself. An opportunity laden with the promise of adventure and discovery, I eagerly accepted, embarking on a voyage that would expand the horizons of my understanding and fill the sails of my curiosity. I found myself accompanying Leif, son of Eirík the Red, and a group of fearless Norse adventurers on a quest to discover new lands. Inspired by the tales of Bjarni's travels, where curiosities met criticism, our group set out with a shared ambition.

We acquired a ship from Bjarni Herjulfsson, and under Leif's leadership, we ventured into the unknown waters. Eirík, Leif's father, initially hesitated due to his age, but Leif, determined, took the mantle of leadership upon himself. As we prepared, fate intervened, injuring Eirík's leg and grounding him, while we set sail toward unexplored horizons.

Our ship carried us to undiscovered lands of ice-capped mountains, the wild sea and grass which was very scarce. Fearless Leif named the first land we encountered Helluland, marking our arrival on these rugged shores. We sailed further, discovering flat, wooded terrain, and Leif named it Markland.

Driven by the allure of the unknown world, we continued our expedition, facing stormy seas and formidable challenges. Guided by absolute determination, we found an island with lush grasslands, a paradise that was not touched by frost, like most of the land we passed. The sun was shining very bright upon the land, and we were amazed by the richness.

As winter approached, we anchored our ship by a river swarming with salmon, larger than any we had seen before. As the sun was setting down, we built our camp, and were amazed by the mild climate, unlike the harsh winters of Greenland or Iceland. We split into teams, exploring the land and sharing tales in the evening.

Leif, a towering figure of wisdom and strength, led us with persistent determination. His vision encouraged us going forward, pushing the boundaries of our known world. In this strange territory, among the beauty of nature and the bravery of our expedition, we found not just lands waiting to be explored, but a profound sense of unity and discovery that would forever shape our understanding of the world beyond our shores.

[the-firebird69]

Watch "개죽음이란 이런것. 하룻 강아지 범 무서운 줄 모른다더니 #속담 #호랑이 #개" on YouTube

Pulled the dog away and we had to revive and we got rid of a lot of you idiots but after a while these dogs just died they're too tired and exhausted and they're too scared and you keep doing it to them over and over and you're doing it to each other and you're off into battle and you die most of your exhausted and don't have your energy anymore and you don't have to wear with all and you're going to you're going to croak now the news is on and Trump and Stan will be gone shortly cuz people see what they're doing and Tommy f will be dead because he has a plan to fly off get oxygen and air fly out again and leave the Earth riddled with holes and everybody can just sit here and die he says and that's what his plan is and any clone they find will be dead never had our son running around seeing you had huge ships and stuff and he looked at the video and they see them behind him you see him yelling and stuff and looks around and you can kind of sense them and it doesn't see who it is so he moves on and he knows it's probably dangerous if you figured out he probably figured out some stuff and if you said it's really needed so going after them pretty hard and they're asking them about these other ships should know right next to it and we know it's there and it's nothing matter of fact it will go right through it and they are looking at it that way and we are saying this you do know what we're doing I do know how to do it and our ships are huge and you don't have any the compare and that's not true nothing says those are very big and Tommy f wants this argument and they're going after him now they can see him doing it

You felt really bad for the dog and so did our father and mother's son and daughter-in-law and they're all sons and daughters of ours we couldn't bear it we heard our father saying it's okay doggy I'm here any Winst he went to sleep. He woke up and he heard him again and said you can't even heard me. And he said yes and we're here and we're going to help you heal and bring you somewhere safe and he says I want to be in the action and said no you don't. Because yes I do and said I hope you don't because he says yes I do and it says not that much action I said that's ridiculous and I guess they're having to fight each other and it said yes how long are you watching I said you're watching and stopping it and watching and stopping it and finally the cat had enough and usually they do so we took you out here and helped you and said where would you like to go and he's picking a city like Chicago when it's windy or somewhere nice you said you can't go to Chicago and then he's naming like Masters and we know where they are or where they were and we tried to figure out when we can and we said this one and he said yes he wants to go here where he is wants to show him what it's like cuz I know it's like taking them all around me but you're welcome to come here and try and teach me if you want to but just so you know I can run the same speed you do he says you're here too this is probably my son you don't keep track of them. He knew who's going to a better home and people stopped talking about it no they're all angry but still that was very mean and usually a lesson so his son wanted to stay behind and teach them a lesson and be the tiger so we remove the tiger and he's there and they're screwing around with him for days he's a singer looking at him is looking at them and little dogs come up and bother him he's smelling them and licking them one day they said what happened here and it said nothing it wasn't the tiger so he said who are you this is markings are slightly different I said none of your business move about what you're doing it goes off and it was and they all came back a hunting party was sent and they all came back only one piece each the rest is gone forever. And they kept doing it and it kept sending one piece back instead of going after all the tigers so show yourself so ready for that then like a whole bunch of pieces came back all of them finger I said so you know their stuff it started getting a little spooked cuz at one point they're like 500 million fingers all from different bodies it's one hell of a tiger you know it must be flying tiger. It's probably a configure you stuck your dick in a blender. It set it up and said that's great they have a Kothaga out there. So your son got the idea and he's working on becoming one and for quite a while and we know how to do it he says so look they're hunting for him you think it's the rhino and that's another monster but it's not a person it's not a cat person no and he likes it because we have to so having a fight over that too and it's a huge fight down there it's like several activity in an hour it's getting bigger and has to be huge now

Thor Freya

[windowsandfeelings]

nancy/ace! And literati, for a throwback, haha.

omg, my 2 favorite subjects

OK, so Nancy/Ace

1. What made you ship it?

They're just so...well-matched. I remember thinking I was imagining things in season 1 because it did not seem like the show was actively trying to do any of the stuff that I was seeing, but the chemistry was so immediately there, and the complete invasion of personal space was so immediately there, and even in the pilot you have Nancy refusing to let anyone in emotionally while also saying that she told Ace all of her deep dark traumas over the summer (*ahem*). I think I first realized it was something I was into around their visit to the library (maybe a little before that?), or when he drank poison for her(!!!), and I was fully on board when he was the only one who knew the truth about Lucy and his first instinct was to protect that secret until she was ready to share it. The way he dives into doing the ritual in 1x17 when everyone else is asking questions just makes my heart feel like it's going to explode, I love it so much.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

INVASION. OF. PERSONAL. SPACE.

The fact that they both have an inferiority complex and it's so so absurd (Ace is worried he doesn't speak enough languages for her! he speaks 3 languages but that's not enough!! Nancy is an emotional disaster and should really be in so much therapy!!!!! Ace probably should, too!!!)

Excellent gazing.

There's a moment in 2x07 where Nancy realizes Ace and Amanda are flirting and she does these little jealous eyes and it was the first time I thought there was anything intentional going on and it's the best. (related: the way Nancy says "She's competent" in 2x13)

Any and all moments we see text messages between them they are top notch. (MEAT HOOKS!!!)

They both love Horseshoe Bay so much and it informs everything about them.

I can't even talk about the lust curse.

Or the fact that Nancy thinks he has pretty eyes.

OR THE HUG AFTER SHE AND GRANT SAVE HIM.

They. have. a. private. server.

Season 4 is going to be sooooo angsty and I am here for it.

Did I mention the invasion of personal space?

Anyway, there's just so much mutual respect and trust and even when they're mad at each other or not communicating well or dating other people or anything they still care deeply about each other.

Everyone else knew they were in love before they did.

HANDS.

UGH I COULD GO ON FOREVER.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I do not get why the fandom is so invested in Ace calling her "Nance" when the specific way that he says "Nancy" is the hottest thing in the fucking world.

AND MY BELOVED LITERATI

1. What made you ship it?

I honestly barely remember because it's been literally twenty years, but I do know that I went into season 2 very invested in Rory and Dean (and very alone in that, the fandom was intensely Trory in a way that is hilarious to me now), and I hated Jess for a long time because I didn't want anything to get in the way of that (hahahahaha). But he won me over somewhere in season 2, because I do remember reading the spoilers for "I Can't Get Started" and seeing that they were going to kiss and losing my shit in a way that only a 14 year old can (lies, I lost my shit so hard during the Nancy Drew finale that I spilled half a diet coke on my couch and now there is a giant stain on the fold-out mattress). Like running around the house and screaming about it.

And then the night before "Let the Games Begin" aired (it might have been "They Shoot Gilmores...") I got grounded and got my tv privileges taken away and I wrote my parents a letter explaining why it was extremely important that I be allowed to watch and they actually let me.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

Well, let's talk about mutual respect again. Let's talk about chemistry again.

Book nerds in love.

It's a cliche to say 22.8 miles/you looked it up, but 22.8 miles!/you looked it up! (True story: there is a picture of me on Buzzfeed holding a sign that says 22.8 miles/you looked it up, because they went to the same Luke's pop up that I did before AYITL and asked people in line what their favorite Gilmore Girls moments were.)

They pushed each other and expected more from each other. I think the ways that Jess nudged Rory back to herself in season 6 and AYITL get more attention, but Rory was also so important to getting Jess to a place where he could be that person for her. (Anyway, see chapter 4 of MYatRT this weekend for more of my thoughts on this. It's a ~theme~)

Separate from the actual, on-screen ship: Rory and Jess were what drove me to stars-hollow.org in 2004 (right after "Nag Hammadi..." aired), and that message board, and specifically the Lit thread, gave me some of my dearest friends in the world, people who are still in my life every single day, people I've vacationed with, people I love deeply. I would love them for that if for no other reason.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

IDK, the discourse around GG has changed so much over the years (I have to stop looking at the subreddit. It makes me feel 1000 years old), and at no point have I agreed with all of it, but no specific examples spring to mind. I'm not as much of a Dean hater as many (probably has something to do with my answer to 1), which is not necessarily a ship opinion considering Dean is not a part of the ship, but does seem related to them anyway.

OH! I do think it's funny the way people use the ship name now! People call Rory and Jess Literati, but we used to call ourselves Literati (or really, Literatis, even though Literati is already plural. But really, we mostly used Lit/Lits). Like, we were the stars-hollow.org Lits. Lits wrote Literati fic, but I don't think we would say we wrote fic about Literati. Does that make sense? IDK I think it's a subtle difference, but it's there.

[dat-bruv-person]

what would happen if we loved yae miko more than ei in your sagau?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ three friends don't work

a/n: I 👏 HAD 👏 A 👏 DREAM 👏 ABOUT 👏THIS. get ready for angst, angst, angst and more angst. The first part isn't sagau but the second part is.

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly :)

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normal!au

Oh Yae Miko, we brought a new friend for you~ Paimon chirped one day, floating ahead of Aether and Lumine. Aether and Paimon had met you in their travels after leaving Inazuma, and deemed you an angel. You were the only one, after fighting endless amounts of monsters and fighting gods, who led them straight to Lumine and successfully reunited them. They were forever in your debt. They didn't know whether you were immortal or not, a god or regular human, but you stuck by them the rest of the way, and your personality reminded them both of a certain kitsune. Paimon thought you two would be a perfect match. And, surely enough, you were. Present day, you had gone to visit Miko for the first time, but was welcomed with an unfamiliar sight.

Oh, and who is this? Raiden Ei asked, eyeing you. You stood proud and tall in your elegant clothes, smiling softly when the Guuji came to embrace you. Miko, I thought we had a day due together. The Guuji had her arms curled around your bicep and kissed your cheek before nuzzling into your shoulder. Relax Ei, we can all spend the day together. You held your hand out to shake the Electro Archon's hand, which she took hesitantly, and your outing began.

Ei quickly took a liking to you in a matter of minutes and was surprised to have never met you, only occasionally looking over Miko's shoulder whenever she received a letter from you. She didn't know that this was your first time meeting, and thus took the opportunity to try and impress you to make up for all the rumours you might had heard overseas. Alas, the kitsune had other ideas.

Come now, [name], let me take you to my publishing house. We can pick some light novels if you want. Yae effortlessly impressed you, as you did impress her. Call the travellers matchmakers, because you two had a spark. Oh how desperately Baal wished to have chemistry with you too, but her familiar only seemed to dismiss her. I can have a private tour of the Tenshukaku arranged for you, [name], if you don't mind. A glare was sent to her over Yae's shoulder. Now, now Ei. You and I both know that this outing was for me and our new guest alone. We'll see the Tenshukaku last. Does it not look good against the sunset? The Archon clapped her hands in delight. Pardon me, [name], best things shall be saved till last. You may see it later. Oh, how wrong she was.

The day went fast, and sweets were bought, pictures taken and fun was had... for only two people. The poor purple-haired woman was but a background figure during the entire day, trailing after you both in an attempt to be noticed. Being scolded was no fun.

Thank you for all the letters, [name], I've not had this much fun since a long time ago. She kissed you on the cheek once more and helped you upon the Crux fleet ship. Aether, Lumine and Paimon followed behind you. Bye Miko! See you soon! Paimon waved excitedly at the pink-haired maiden as she waved gracefully back. As the ship sailed away, the Tenshukaku shine majestically in front of the sunset - yet something else caught your eye.

Or rather, someone.

I- I thought you wanted to see the Tenshukaku...

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self-aware genhin!au

Your Yae Miko was something to be proud of. You had her weapon at level 90, refinement rank 5 somehow, attack level 2500+, herself was level 90 and her constellation level 1. She was triple crowned - perfect. You'd been very lucky with her, pity at 10 and getting her twice in a ten pull, and never took her out of your party. You'd spent hundreds of thousands of mora on her and you could proudly say that she was perfect. You also had Raiden too, but she wasn't as amazing as her. You had gotten her after spending so much, attack level 1500+, her weapon level 90, refinement rank 1, her at level 90 and constellation level zero. Before, she used to be your main, your best character, but she was now second.

Second.

That word didn't sit too well with the Raiden Shogun.

You stroked the screen lovingly, admiring Yae's stats for the third time that day - she was the best thing that had ever happened to you. She was also the best character character to talk to, her becoming self-aware only proved your point. You had just finished fighting the Oceanid and good lord did she carry. Thank you for the compliments, [name], I do wish I could reach out to you too. She sighed blissfully and blew you a kiss slyly. Oi, you two! Get a grip, or better yet, a room! Beidou laughed heartily at your interactions from her place in the party as you laughed at her back from outside the screen, telling her that you loved her too. Raiden didn't say anything. She rarely did anymore. She had given you and your wallet such a hard time and was hard to farm for, but Miko was so easy to get, she was like a gift from her so-called developer: Hoyoverse.

She wished that she could be loved again.

She didn't want to make you lose the 50/50 to Jean.

She didn't want you to take it in good faith and build said Knight of Favonius.

She didn't want to be second.

She didn't want you to farm for Jean.

She didn't want to be replaced.

She didn't want Beidou there.

She didn't want to be there for the sake of it.

She didn't want to disappoint you.

All she wanted was to see you smile once more at her.

At least once.

[ellatamara]

All my D&D player characters*

*that I’ve made and played (or will play soon, in one case). I also played a pre-gen bard for a one-shot once but I don’t remember anything about them.

The characters are presented in chronological order from left to right in the line-up according to when I made them. Characters’ names, pronouns, descriptions under the cut:

Hhaamm, he/him, half-orc barbarian (in 3.5e, all others are 5e), my very first dnd character for a one-shot-turned-two-shot. All four PCs were half siblings with the same human mother. He is easily distracted by good food as well as by small creatures calling for help, even if they are evil little halfling scammers. My first game made me want to DM because I could tell it was fun, fit my interests, and… I figured I could do a better job at it (sorry Theo, if you ever read this, but also thank you for getting me into this game).

Zarrakas Kyvir, he/him, tiefling bard for a dream sequence one-shot my cousin ran. All the characters were in some way different in the dream, but since Zarrakas was brand new, I decided he was a wizard in the waking world. He was very confused to see his spellbook replaced by a pan flute. He got paralyzed when a death knight showed up, and we were level 7 or something, so that was terrifying until it turned out the death knight only had 1 hit point. Whew.

Merlix, he/him, gnome druid for a one-shot where I got to use Intelligence for druid spellcasting and reflavored a land druid (Underdark, I think) as an artificer, using the rock gnome tinkering thingamajig as a spellcasting focus. This was before the artificer class was added to 5e.

Dine, she/her, human paladin, partially randomly generated for a one-shot (yes, I was kind of a forever DM, playing rarely and for a long time only in one-shots). We all rolled for character gender, and we all happened to roll up women. I never went back to he/him pronouns for my PCs nor for myself 🏳️‍⚧️

Pyra or Random, she/her, tiefling wild magic sorcerer, again partially randomly generated, including her virtue name from Xanathar’s Guide, and some traits from the 2e Planewalker’s Handbook. Her demon mother left her on the doorstep to an abandoned house. The neighbours took her in and raised her as a wild child. She was later kidnapped by a hag and forced to work for her, cleaning, cooking, and receiving guests in her hut while the hag was out during the day. These guests included anything from fiends to innocent villagers doomed to suffer some cruel irony after seeking the hag’s help. She eventually escaped in a lucky fit of wild magic and later joined the merchant ship and adventuring crew The Advantage. Random is my most played PC, and she has changed a lot over the years, though mostly from wild magic surges haha.

Mohilda Duskbraid, she/her, dwarf grave cleric created for Tomb of Annihilation and based on a prompt on whothefuckismydndcharacter.com. We allegedly have one session left of that campaign, and it’s been a lot of fun so far. ToA is very different from out regular playstyle, but still fun. She loves mystery and local spirits, so she was eager to be possessed by I’Jin.

Tomph, she/her, half-orc battle master fighter created for a one-shot set in Exandria we never got very far into. I think we broke into the tomb of Sovereign Uriel Tal’Dorei but I don’t remember why the party was hired to go there in the first place. I still really like her name. tomph. Tomph. ᴛᴏᴍᴘʜ. It’s fun to say.

Nissa, she/her, gnome way of the drunken master monk made for a one-shot inspired by Guards! Guards! which I regrettably still have yet to read. She’s a tambourine-playing martial arts dancer, and I think the tambourine might have been her monk weapon?

Mahogany Leafsworth, she/they, gnome bard for Wild Beyond the Witchlight. Mahogany has lost her sense of time (but not her rhythm) and is frequently late or far too early for her gigs, so her music career isn’t doing super well. I only played her once, so not much more to say other than she hid inside the hollow warforged character’s leg and helped cheat in the cupcake eating contest at the festival.

Niks Rotscute, they/it, kobold warlock and the Wizard Gizzard Lizard of Strixhaven. They have a pseudodragon familiar called Leviathan, and they love all things dragon. Their patron is a voice that speaks to them in draconic, and their aesthetic is oops I fell in the swamp on purpose again. They actually use goblin stats, because I liked those better than the published kobolds, so I guess Niks is a… gobold?

Halcyon, they/them, aasimar divine soul sorcerer created for a two-shot (but I was sick for the finale) set in a heavily cut-down, modified version of BG: Descent Into Avernus. Their adoptive parents had a prophecy that their child should become a powerful evil, so they decided to adopt a baby aasimar instead of conceiving a child of their own. This prophecy was ~100% irrelevant to the game and Halcyon will ~0% show up in any game again. They did use an infernal war machine to gun down a horde of fiends though, which was 100% cool. And yes, that is a robe of stars and a staff of power.

Fenra, she/they, half-orc barbarian/cleric made a brief appearance at the end of a campaign with the same group as the Avernus game. To keep things short: She killed the Xanathar and my partner made some cute drawings of the battle.

Artemisia or Malurt, she/they, air genasi ranger, starting early next year, I will be playing this new character in a modified (and translated) Ghosts of Saltmarsh Spøgelser af Søndermarsk(?) campaign. She has a rival from her backstory, which is a fun little knife—or gun—to hand to your DM. She also has no idea that she’s a genasi and not just a human like her family. I should probably send over my backstory doc to the DM for review…