#corner solutions

[headfullof-ideas]

I was thinking about HTTYD, as one does, and had an epiphany that I wanted to share. I highly doubt that the Vikings of HTTYD, or at the very least the Archipelago, had any basis of ableism at all. Because half of them have lost limbs to dragon attacks, it’s so common place and the raids were so bad that anyone and everyone pitched in regardless of whether they had all four limbs or not. And so it never became a thing where people who were disabled were considered incapable (just want to clarify that I do NOT think that at all, in any way shape or form) because it was not only common but impractical to think that.

Like, I was thinking about it harder, and I don’t remember even an episode where someone even insinuated that Hiccup or Gobber couldn’t help or do something because they were disabled. Like, dragons basically stopped ableism by biting a bunch of people’s limbs off until it was normal to know or be someone that was missing something.

[zorlok-if]

Backspace key broke on my laptop so I'm not allowed to make mistakes anymore :\

[logosbot-tm]

Sanders Sides au:

Virgil turns into a cat on accident, and everyone else panics in widely different ways

[seaglassmelody]

People can discourse about Treviso vs Minrathous all day but even as someone who is biased towards Treviso it’s still a gutpunch every time I go to destroyed Minrathous

The writing on this key plot point is honestly REALLY effective

[trans-yllz]

hate to be a hypocrite because I forget stuff all of the time #adhd but sometimes my housemates will be like teehee sowwy I forgot and I am like. so sort of you are a fully grown independent adult and you should have worked out how to keep track of important information by now

[billy-royalton]

good morning i have ten lawrusso/ck prompts in my inbox rn thank you all so muchhhhh 😘😘😘

feel free to continue sending more!! literally whatever you wanna see and i'll do my best to do it justice! i'll be working on them throughout the next few days and responding to them/posting them as i finish. and seriously, love and appreciation to all of you for helping me unclog some of my creativity here!!

[minty-bunni]

AU where the Fentons end up with Dan, all of Danny's clones, and a handful of AU Dannys and have to find a way to explain suddenly having so many kids that look like Danny with similar names WHILE avoiding making the GiW suspicious.

[lunasilvis]

In my quest and pursuit to make beautiful (and functional) things for the people of the world, I'm losing my head lately on a daily

[sludge-life-daily]

i feel like that king in all the puzzle game advertisements needs a bodyguard or something. or maybe he shouldn’t have built a castle that has five million ways to get straight up flattened. maybe he needs an advisor idk.

[ndostairlyrium]

4, 20, 23, 32 for Ankh! :3

Hi!!!! Thank you so much ;u;

I had a good laugh when I saw what 23 was about after I've replied to 20 lol

4 - Was there anything in their life they were looking forwards to doing once the Conclave was done?

I never thought about it! This is super interesting!

She was very eager to leave her clan, honestly, I don't think she would have gotten back home immediately.

I think she was looking forward to the Conclave itself, mostly, and to listening to various perspectives outside her dalish bubble. She does have a back-up plan involving a trip to Brecilian to visit some of her hunter friends, but nothing bigger than that.

20 - What does the Inquisitor think about Hawke?

They like each other a lot, but she thinks he tends to be too preachy, borderline intrusive sometimes. When he starts a conversation with "I'm worried about-", she has to take a deep breath and count to 10, because there's a good chance that he would release an unsolicited opinion on her personal life.

Also, there's a moment in which she grows very frustrated of his big personality. He's capable of earning the trust of anyone in a matter of seconds because he's charismatic, she has to work for it.

But these are like, small annoyances for her. They're friends, and perfection doesn't exist.

23 - Who gets left behind in the Fade? What led to the Inquisitor making that decision? Do they feel bad or regret doing it?

Hawke gets left behind in the Fade, both out of strategy and him having (in her opinion) the best tools to survive that scenario intact.

He and Alistair are both good friends of hers, a decision like that had to be played strategically rather than "who do you love the most?". She loves both the most, but again, Hawke is the most resourceful.

Which is an excuse she tells herself to live in peace with the consequences of her actions. It was deliberate, she knows it, and she will never forget that in that moment she betrayed a better person that she'd ever been.

32 - Does the Inquisitor run after Samson/Calpernia or do they go through the rituals? If so, do they team up with the ancient elves?

Went through the rituals, knowing that it was a gamble. Canonically she aces the puzzles in less than ten minutes, despite Solas dissing her gods in the background and Cassandra cosplaying as a teapot.

In truth I think I've spent 20 minutes alone on the second puzzle lol I'm not as intelligent as her

She teamed up with the ancient elves, ready to protect the well at all costs. The fact that she could connect with her history in a moment so urgent for the present day was highly upsetting, to say the least.

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Questions for the Inquisitor

[liquidstar]

good morning :)

[th3swarm]

my college Loves accepting 500 extra students every year and then yelling at us for sitting in the corridors because they didnt provide enough places to sit :))

[the-timeless-one]

I'm in the middle of The Battle at World's End and the only thing that I can think is «Sir Damian, have you heard about polyamory? It's something that could save you a lot of crisis»

[laugtherhyena]

Playlist listened to while writing; https://spotify.link/WzxvdTKBCJb

Holy shit dude, the ceo of rei angst wrote some rei angst what the HELL!! We have to kill her guys she cant keep getting away with this.

Anyways im gonna be writing about a lot of these nerds. I just love rei. This is really rushed and I am really sleepy so it is not my best writing.

Also i cannot write teruya so you will habe to ppppUT UP WITH IT.

Warnings for like. Violence and my attempt at writing a breakdown.

-

Rei held the rusty pipe like a baseball bat, swinging for a homerun as she smacked off the head of someone she once knew. Someone who had abandoned her long ago.

The rotting head of what used to be her mother rolled on the ground, sickly green skin squishing against the ground and stared up at her with lifeless eyes.

“I didn’t want to see you again like this,” Rei hissed as her chest heaved, “i wanted to see you staring with regret as you saw your daughter on top of the world. I didn’t want to kill you or see you dead.”

That had been the second time she had run into her zombified mother. The first, she had been a coward, unable to kill her and her father– the two people she hated most, the two people who had abandoned her and left her on the streets.

Where had all her rage gone that time. When had she become soft.

-

Midori clung to Ryutaro with all the strength in her frail body. “My brother,” she whispered, “i saw my brother’s corpse down there. Kakeru… he… they got Kakeru… they killed Kakeu…”

He didn’t say much in return, but he did pat her hand briefly– the only comforting action he could manage while carrying her.

“I see a store up ahead. Let’s stop by there for supplies.” Keisuke pointed out to the leader of the bunch.

Setsuka patted the clown on the back and gave him a smile. “Sounds good, lead the way. Maki, do you need me to carry Yamaguchi for a bit?”

Midori wrapped her arms and legs around Ryutaro a bit tighter at the suggestion, very much attached to the guy who had found her and saved her from zombies.

“I’ll be fine until we reach the stop.” The blonde nodded his acknowledgement to the bluenette, forcing a smile as he struggled to catch up.

The group walked in silence for a bit, the only sounds being the orchestra of distant zombie groans.

“Miss Yamaguchi,” Hikaru said after bit, his tone fatherly like usual, “may I check your pulse soon? And may I check if the swelling on your ankles has gone down?”

“Yeah, that… sounds good. Thank you, Uncle.”

-

Kanata removed the bandages from Ayame’s arm gradually.

“There isn’t any sign of infection, Hatano. Kinjo and Maki are still out, so… uhm… can I get you something to eat?” The surgeon spoke softly as she stared at the sprinter.

“I’m not hungry…” Ayame mumbled.

“Inori!” Tomori slammed the door open, her eyes sunken from lack of sleep, “i think i got bit. Check! Check, please!!”

Kanata bit back a sigh of exasperation and forced out her cheerful smile. “Of course. Where do you think you were bit this time?”

“My ankle. They went after my ankle so I couldn’t run! They’re going to eat me. I’m going to die, aren’t I? Oh, god, I’m going to die!” The cheerleader’s words were jumbled together and practically nonsensical. She grabbed onto Kanata’s shoulders as she spoke, her nails digging into the other’s lab coat and pressing her skin uncomfortably.

“Miss Tomori,” Kanata winced, “please let go of me. I will check your ankle, but I am sure you are fine.”

“I’m not fine!” Kizuna wailed before glaring accusatory daggers at Ayame. “If you… if you hadn't gotten yourself bitten! If you had just seen that bitch for what she is! We wouldnt be doomed! You’ve doomed us all!”

Ayame took the words without fighting back. What had been the point in fighting anymore? Kizuna was right. She had doomed them all.

“Miss Tomori, please… Taira had us all fooled… if Miss Hatano is to blame, then so are the rest of us…” the blonde murmured. “Please sit down so I can check your ankle…”

-

Mindless. Kinji was mindless. His faith had only been able to spare him for so long.

His teeth were decayed now. His skin was green and purple and yellow. His eyes were dull. His cheeks were sunken.

It was incredible that his mind stayed intact long enough for him to bury as many as he did. The only bodies he didn’t put 6 feet under, the only bodies he couldn’t handle burying, were those of the people he knew.

But what was the point?

-

Yuki held his stomach as he choked up and spat out the last meal he had, beans that had barelt even begun to digest.

“Urgh… gross…” he mumbled to himself.

Shinji was away at the moment, scouting out for the next safe place for them to go and likely trying to find his family in the process.

The lucky student fought back envious tears. At least they knew there was a chance that Shinji’s family was alive– they found his mother, Aiko, brutally murdered in the Maeda household. Her corpse was bloated and rotted when they found it.

The sight still haunted his dreams. He couldn’t even keep.meals down since he saw it.

-

Mikako peered into her brother’s lab. He hadn’t eaten in quite some time, nor had he slept.

“Yamato…” she whispered hesitantly.

He spun around with a dart ready in his hand. He only lowered it after he registered it was her.

“Mikako, I’ve told you to leave me alone. I need to find a cure, or no one will be safe.” The inventor turned back to his work and threw a crumpled up piece of paper to the side.

“I’m sure someone else is searching for a cure, Yamato. Why not try to make a vaccine? Some sort of immunity would help while someone else finds a cure.” The exorcist suggested.

Her brother didn’t seem to have heard. That, or he was ignoring her.

“Ah… nevermind.” She straightened her back and spun on her heel to hunt down their other classmates.

For the newcomers, Satsuki was putting on a performance– juggling empty bottles and broken gadgets whilst telling jokes. That could not be safe, but Haruhiko seemed to have his eyes on her.

The bunker door heaved open, and Teruya’s team came in, carrying boxes full of food and other supplies.

“We’re back with dinner!” The merchant shouted.

Mikako rushed over to take the box from him.

“Thank you, Otori, this should be good for at least a week. You and your scavenger team did good.”

He grinned at her and handed his box over. “Thanks! We uh…” he hesitated, “We saw Taira and Maeda… err… Utsuro? On our flight back… they looked like they were heading somewhere… dunno where…”

She bit her tongue and nodded thankfully at him. “Thank you for telling me.”

-

Thats it. Im hungry good bye.

Aw yeah infection Au moment! I do remember you saying a while back that you wanted to write something about Rei in this Au and MAN her part has gotta be my favorite out of these little snippets.

I really like taking a look at how a bunch of the cast is doing, seeing the way you wrote them in those situations was pretty fun! It reminded me how much i like the idea of Setsuka's like group with the 6.5 cast and how Kanata probably wishes she has a degree in psychology to properly deal with Ayame and Kizuna (she may feel as if she's not doing enough for them seing as her kindness can only bring her so far when dealing with their turmoil)

[hearteyedpup]

It can be so fun to love more "obscure" characters but jfc does it get hard when there's hardly any new art of them in the tags on here or Twitter 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

[cloudsandtrails]

Ruins of January - 01/06/2024

White flakes of snow fell soft and brief in January’s arctic wake.

The white snow barely blanketed the scars we have inadvertently made.

Forests leveled to dirt to cheaply build expensive plywood homes, while

leaving all of the wildlife exiled with nowhere to call home or roam.

A wild coyote prowls where many trees once stood. It is searching for scraps and is often misunderstood.

You cuss the coyote’s hunger and its desperate fight and thrive for life, but you completely tore its world upside down and sideways last night,

and that is not right.

Corporate boxes rise like those monoliths, pale and silver gray,

Like a rusty old reel casting so many small dreams further away.

The soul of a small town, its shops, and its art are all crushed beneath greedy shareholder’s cold and ruthless hearts.

They say one by one, we can make a big change, but corporate giants will always pollute, offset, and lobby the exchange.

Their dollar signs gleam in their eyes with their conscience dead.

They exploit all of the people and the earth and then leave all of it bled.

I’m pissed, are you? Can you not see, the cost of this endless blood thirsty consuming economy?

The countrysides burn under greedy corporate flames and we are left to shoulder and stomach the shame.

Look past these fake fences and all of these imaginary planted walls.

Look past the choreographed sprawl and hear the coyote’s cry warning us all.

January’s frigid frost won’t cover the cost of the wildlife and towns we have so carelessly lost.