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[smokbeast]

When you are your worst enemy

[fellowshipincynicism]

When Abby Langdon (nee O'Connell) met Frank Langdon she thought he was weird. Technically, she knew him already - they were in the same AP Chemistry class and she walked past the picture of him holding the debate team trophy aloft in the trophy case every day, but she didn’t meet him until they were sat side by side as they were bussed over to the county mathletes final. She was pulled onto the team last minute when Jessica Cox came down with mono, and was now trapped next to this awkward, lanky guy who was very passionately explaining the points system of the competition. He spoke with his hands, his elbow catching her more than once in the 20 minute ride, and he was incredibly loud but… there was something about his never ending excitement, his self-confidence, and total lack of filter that formed a ball in the depths of her stomach that (regretably) she had to recognize as a crush.

They hung out a lot from that point onwards, pairing up for labs and presentations, discussing theories about their favorite shows during free period, complaining over the phone when Mr Watson docked them points on a history pop quiz even though they were both technically correct. Abby wasn’t… unpopular, but all this attention from a boy was totally foreign to her

And then over summer break between junior and senior year he shot up 3 inches, his braces came off, his acne cleared up, he let his hair grow out from the awkward buzz cut he’d always had. He got… hot. It wasn't even fair, he didn't try! He didn't even seem to notice the way people stopped to gawk at who he’d become, seemingly overnight. He was exactly the same dork he’d always been, just repackaged.

Abby had known she liked him for years but this? this wasn’t just a crush, this was love. The kind of love that made her blush and trip over her own feet and turned her brain to mush whenever he was near. The kind that made her consider dropping her grades slightly like she was in some cheesy teen movie if only for an excuse to ask him to explain things to her over lunch and maybe dinner and maybe forever.

She thought she was hallucinating when he asked her to prom. Couldn’t believe he asked her, the girl with weird fitting sweaters and coke bottle glasses, dirty blonde hair always scraped back to avoid anyone seeing how frizzy it could get under almost any condition. When they kissed in the parking lot as they waited for their parents to pick them up and take them to their respective homes, Abby’s world ended and started in one, splintering moment.

When they started as freshman at UPenn she thought she’d locked him down as hers forever, but every time they were out together she felt people staring. Bleach-blonde sorority girls hanging off his arm at parties, tall european exchange students that begged him to tutor them. Not that he ever paid them any mind. He wasn't bothered by the attention - sure he liked being liked but other than being polite he never gave those girls the time of day, brushed them off every time. Abby was bothered. Abby was very bothered. She’d always been competitive to a fault and seeing other girls fawn over her boyfriend? Unacceptable. She had the brains, she was funny, but for all she was worth the one adjective she could never shake was cute. Frank probably didn’t even realise he was doing it - ‘you look cute today’, ‘you’re so cute’, ‘cute cute cute’. Abby hated cute. The one thing those other girls had, the one thing Abby was missing, was hot.

So she decided to do something about it. She'd always been skinny but she started eating less and working out more, desperate for an ass and abs. got contacts, whitened her teeth. bleached her hair lighter. when her friend asked Abby to accompany her to a botox appointment, Abby said fuck it. did anything she could to make herself cooler, show those girls that they weren't even close to being competition against her.

All that to say, when she sees the way Frank looks at his coworker at a shitty 4th of July barbeque in some run down suburb of Pittsburgh, her blood freezes in her veins. The ghost of a girl she was 15 years ago stands in front of her husband, her laugh loud and bright as she lays a hand on Frank’s bicep. She’s cute.

Abby is convinced some sick cosmic trick is being played on her. ‘Mel’ is not totally a surprise, God knows Frank talks about her enough so that Abby feels she practically knows the woman. And she's never been concerned - what could she possibly have that Abby lacks? She spent her 20s turning her insecurity into spite, fuelling her transformation into the Perfect Woman, the Perfect Wife. But she sees it now. The girl she used to be, the one who no longer exists. The one she drowned in hot yoga and peroxide. It's clear to her from the way he looks down at her, that fond, slack-jaw gaze, that the thing Abby lacks, is his love.

[lon3rlife]

Dating Rick Sanchez Headcanons

Mostly fluff. I’m going to ramble a lot because I love him sm

He’s extremely overprotective and would do absolutely ANYTHING to keep you safe, even if it means putting his own life on the line.

He comes and goes to your house as he pleases. You’ll come home to see him on your couch or stealing your food. He’ll also portal to your house in the middle of the night and get into bed with you without saying anything.

He’s not huge on pda, he’ll have an arm around you on the couch when you guys watch tv with the family and will hold your hand and give you a reassuring squeeze when you get anxious, but he won’t hesitate to get extremely touchy if someone is looking at you wrong.

In private though he’s a hugeee softie and will never let anyone know. If you’re working on something or cooking something in the kitchen he’ll come behind you and hug you from behind (you usually don’t even know he’s there and he scares the living shit out of you). He loves when you lay on his chest while he plays with your hair until you fall asleep, and in bed he’ll pretty much melt into you holding you tightly.

He loves your hair so much. If you’re brushing it he’ll stand there admiring you, and he just loves tangling his hands through and and playing with it while you guys cuddle.

You guys always get into the dumbest fights like if pancakes are better than waffles or that he needs to do dishes if he comes to your house and eats your food without cleaning up. They leave you frustrated and Rick pouting like a child for a few hours until you guys kiss and make up.

I think this is canon but he’s actually a really good cook. Once a week you guys make it a habit to cook a homemade meal together to get a short break from the stress of everything and spend quality time together.

If you leave for a trip for work or with friends he will be EXTREMELY clingy the days leading up to the trip because you guys spend so much time together he doesn’t know what to do with himself when your gone. (He ends up portaling to your hotel at night because he isn’t able to sleep without you)

Kisses you anywhere. On your lips, your forehead, your neck, chest, arms, you name it.

He’s definitely a bad influence 100%. He will get crazy alien drugs and take them with you, he won’t force them on you but if you don’t want to take them he’ll be like “come on baby you’re missing out don’t be lameee.” He will also take you to parties on different planets just to get completely shitfaced.

Even though he’s a night owl and stays awake most nights, his favorite time of day is the morning. He loves the intimacy of laying with you just talking about anything without any specific plans for the day, the sun hitting your face just right still sleepy and you playing with his fingers is the most special time for him.

PETNAMES 1000%. He will use the most obnoxious ones as well, usually he’ll call you baby, sugar, honey, or a shortened version of your name.

You get along very well with the Smith family, especially Morty which makes Rick sooo happy. Also you help Morty with his homework because Rick sure as hell doesn’t, and Morty looks up to you so much and trusts you enough that he’ll talk to you about anything he needs to get off his chest.

Omfg writing these are sooooooo much fun if anyone wants me to write more I will cause I have so many more but it’s like 1am and I’m tired

[why-am-i-simping-for-a-train]

Things in The Lost Boys novelization that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I read it.

First of all Marko’s name is spelled Marco the whole book. I have zero clue why.

The officer that kicked them off the boardwalk at the beginning has two children and failed police schoool.

He also wishes the boardwalk would give him a gun so he can shoot at the gangs to scare them off

One of the reasons Micheal hates the move to Santa Carla is because he was in the beginnings of a relationship back in Arizona

Lucy ran away from home when she was a teenager and hichhiked all the way to the Golden Gate park where she spent the night.

Micheals father and Grandpa got into a fistfight at his grandmothers gravesite during her funeral

Dwanye likes to skateboard and is really good at it

Micheal thinks that he is hallucinating his rice and noodles as maggots and worms because he ‘smoked too much weed’ (Now i’m no marujania expert but I’m pretty sure that’s not how weed works, sir)

Sam tries to smoke weed by rolling up a single leaf, not by rolling a leaf into a blunt, just lighting a leaf on fire basically

There’s a scene where Nanook won’t stop licking Micheals feet because they’re covered in salt for some reason???

One night after Lucy gets off of work the Lost Boys corner harass her until Max steps in to save her (this is actually a deleted scene that you can find on youtube)

Star used to live in an abusive home before she ran away to Santa Carla where David found her sleeping on the beach.

At one point, Micheal tries to take a shower, but the running water feels “boiling hot” and causes rashes to appear on his skin (it’s an old myth that vampires can’t cross running water) this is only one of a few things that I use to back up my headcanon that the lost boys smell like dog shit

Micheal eats a rat

According to Star, Dwayne is “A bit awkward” (socially inept Dwyane save me).

Paul is the newest vampire in the group and because of that Star assumes he still remembers what its like to be human, and because of that he tries to cheer her up when she is upset.

When Marko dies black sludge strats to come out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth and his body rapidly decomposes turning into a “mound of clothes and decomposing flesh”

When all The Lost Boys are dying in the house Star can hear them all dying from the upstairs room and it greatly upsets her. Omg it’s honestly such a sad moment because she realizes that if they don’t die she and Laddie will be stuck with them literally forever but she’s still kinda close to them and hearing them die is traumatic. Dear god someone get that woman a quiet life and a ton of therapy.

[your-big-bro-mattie444]

Bake with me?! Pt 1:

You and your big bro are home for the weekend and you two had the house to yourselves..

“You’re always playing that dumb game.. I wanna do something fun!! Why don’t we bake?! Oooh! Can we bake cookies?? Please please please”

You whined as you tugged on his hoodie strings needily and he shook his head

“Just wait.. I’m almost done with this fight, why are you so impatient? You haven’t even baked before” he said in a irritated tone

“It can’t be that hard!! And you’ll teach me right? You always used to bake with dad when he was here! Please please! Come onnnn hurry uppp” you whined out while you bounced up and down in front of the tv now blocking his view of the game

He sighed and dropped the controller on the floor “Okay okay, you know what? I can’t say no to you little bro.. come on, let’s go bake I’ll teach you. What flavor were you thinking??”

He laid his hand on your back, guding you to the kitchen, he always had to guide you while walking places, or helping you do things since you were always so spacey and unaware of your surroundings.

“Mm maybe chocolate chunk? With walnuts? Like the recipe dad ha-“

You ran into the wall as the loud smack was followed by a whine escaping your lips

“D- Ah!” You whined out and rubbed your forehead and your big eyes got misty

“Oh gosh! Hey little dude, are you okay?? Was it your head? Here, move your hand let big brother see..”

You removed your hand from your forehead and let out another whine and a sigh as your big brother kissed your forehead while wiping your tears away with his big thumbs.

“I-i mmh. D-don’t know w-why that happens so m-much.. mmh.”

“Aww, I know.. ahh, there’s the egg.. alright buddy let’s go bake those cookies okay? That flavor sounds so good huh? We can even put in extra chocolate chunks, sound good?”

You nodded slowly and smiled a half smile as he wiped your glassy eyes again, and you follow him to the kitchen..

As he reached up into the tall cabinets to get the baking stuff, his t shirt lifts a bit, and while he grabbed the stuff and set each item down one by one as you watched his big arms set the items down you wrapped your arms around his waist where his skin was exposed

“H-hey woah, alright bubs, what? do you want some more love?” He teased you lovingly as he ruffled your hair and rubbed your head.

“M-mmh you-your shirt was just up and..-mmhmaybe..” You mumbled shyly shoving your head into your big bros torso as the t shirt slid back down while he ran his fingers through your hair slowly and gently rubbing your head.

“Alright, alright.. heh your hands are so much smaller than mine buddy, and they’re pretty soft too, mm.. don’t worry I’ve got you”

He held his little brother close and tight as his hands wandered from his hair to his lower back and waist, feeling how smooth his skin was under his over sized tee shirt.

“You’re so small.. I never realized how small you were since you’re always bouncing around all the time.. all that energy you have is absolutely insane” he chuckled and grabbed the ingredients and utensils and started to make the dough.

He tapped his hand on the counter and commanded in a soft tone “up”, you always sat on the counter when he and your dad made cookies

You tried to hop up onto the counter but it’s too high, and as you let out a small grunt your big brother lifts you up onto the counter gently

“Aw, there you go, you’re still a little too short huh?” he sweetly teased you while he mixed the cookie dough, and you frowned a bit

“But I’m getting taller! And I’m stronger too! See?”

You grabbed the electric mixer handle as it was still on and the cookie dough flings onto both of you.

[peteytheparrot]

ALL ABOUT FIREFLY FOUNDATIONS ☆

Toyhouse World - Timeline - Mini Comics

↓ Main Plot ↓

Set in 1918, Ginger - a war veteran - in a desperate attempt for cash to keep his mothers old bookshop open, starts working under Firefly Foundations, a mafia-like organization that deals around money laundering, gambling, and bounty hunting. Although this all goes south when he gets a bounty for someone by the name of Obsidian, who is wanted for murdering the once boss of FF Murphy, with the new boss being Milo, Murphys son. Although, he accidentally gets himself trapped in a scenario that involves him and Obsidian teaming up. And in doing so he gets himself wanted by FF, and now all of FF plus his now ex-friends Hazel and Oswald are sent to go hunting after the two.

↓ Main Characters ↓

🌼 Ginger Brown 🌼

Toyhouse page - Artfight page Gender - Male  Age - 26 Height - 5’4” (162 cm) Species - British Shorthair cat  Cat Coat - Tortoiseshell Sexuality - Bisexual  Birthday - Oct 29, 1892  Job - Librarian  Other - Military Veteran Although he acts calm and collected / prim and proper, deep down he has anger and anxiety issues some of which is due to him being in the war. He tries his best to be kind to others but he will break if someone pushes his buttons long enough, which could result in violence if it’s bad enough.  After an event resulting in his childhood friends wanting nothing to do with him, with shortly after his mother’s death occurring, he was all alone. With himself in such a bad headspace and having no other ideas on what to do with his life, he decided to join the war. Although what he thought would make him feel a sense of purpose turned out to be a living nightmare, giving him massive amounts of traumatic experiences and resulting in him being permanently disabled, with the only plus side being him making a friend by the name of Oswald. Now back home from the war, Ginger decided to try and open up his mothers old bookshop, but it wasn’t going very well, with him not making enough money to keep himself in a stable position. Desperate for cash, his friend Oswald tells him of an organized crime group by the name Firefly Foundations, which could help him get the money he needs. But that doesn’t all too well with the Foundation only causing his anger and anxiety issues worsen with time, and Oswald and Hazel weren’t helping it all that much, as Oswald would rather take him to parties to gamble then to talk about their feelings, and Hazel just wasn’t very nice and or talkative if it wasn’t related to a job in FF. Although the money was nice as it kept him in a more stable position in life, he was starting to regret ever joining FF in the first place. After getting a bounty for someone by the name of Obsidian he ends up finding him, but instead of killing him he becomes quite interested in him, and they end up hanging out quite often with Ginger keeping this a secret from FF, and also never telling Obsidian he’s apart of the Foundation. Although, Oswald ends up finding out about this, which leads into Ginger and Oswald getting into a fight, and Ginger having to finally leave FF, but this doesn’t come with no consequences, as now FF is after him and Obsidian, which leads into a lot of problems for Ginger, one of which includes the fact that Obsidian finally figures out that he was working for FF, which doesn’t go well for them for awhile.

🌸 Oliver ‘Obsidian’ Carmine 🌸

Toyhouse page - Artfight page Gender - Male Age - 25 Height - 6’1” (185 cm) Species - Oriental longhair cat Cat Coat - Solid black Sexuality - Gay Birthday - May 22, 1893 Sibling - Hazel he’s very optimistic, silly, a little irrational, and pretty high energy, always wanting to go and do something, but before really figuring out what he’s doing he can lead himself into scenarios he doesn’t want to be in at times. He’s very charismatic and loves complimenting people on their looks. Raised by his brother Hazel after their father abandons them (although he was too young to truly remember him) he lived in a very poor environment throughout his life due to him and has brother having practically nothing, and his brother being pretty mean to him because of his rowdy nature didn’t help him all that much. Due to Hazel barely having any money to keep themselves both in a stable living condition, he manages to join Firefly Foundations. Hazel told Obsidian to stay out of it all due to the bad nature of the job, but Obsidian didn’t listen, and got himself wrapped up in all of it, if he wasn’t getting any love and support at home maybe he could get some there. Obsidian manages to become close friends with Milo, (the son of the boss of FF) but later down the line Obsidian gains feelings for him, and they end up getting into a secret relationship. Although, this isn’t as great as he thought it would, as Milo would slowly start getting more and more abusive towards him. Obsidian, in a state of guilt due to this all and hoping for some form of comfort, tells his brother he’s been apart of the Foundation, and that he’s also been dating Milo, Hazel is pissed by all of this, even after Obsidian tries to bring up that Milo’s been horrible to him, with Hazel practically saying he deserves what he’s getting as he was the one to get himself into that mess. Obsidian, now utterly distraught by this, later leaves Hazel, completely cutting contact from him. Milo manages to convince Obsidian to stay with him instead, but the abuse doesn’t go away. At this point Obsidian doesn’t know what to do with his life, he tries to convince himself that Milo is the right person for him but he knows deep down he’s devastated being with him. Suddenly, one night he accidentally witnesses the murder of Murphy, the boss of FF, by Milo. Milo, in a sense of panic over Obsidian seeing this, blames him for the murder, and Obsidian has to run off with this now all resulting in him being on the run from the people in FF trying to hunt him down. Although, he uses this as an excuse to get revenge on how much FF - and his brother - ruined his life, having to kill practically everyone that tries hunting him down. He even starts thinking this just gives him new opportunities to have fun. One fateful day he meets someone by the name of Ginger, and they hit it off immediately and end up becoming decently close, with them hanging out quite often. Obsidian finally thinks he has his life going back on track, for the most part that is.

↓ Side Characters ↓

💞 Robyn Astor 💞

Toyhouse page - Artfight page Gender - Female Age - 28  Height - 5’1” (154 cm)  Species - Shorthair cat  Cat Coat - Grey Tabby  Sexuality - Heteroflexible  Birthday - Oct 3rd, 1890  Husband - Oak Very snarky, sarcastic, and never serious. Kinda wild and will willingly go off and do things she shouldn’t supposed to be doing. She would die for her friends but would never admit it, being very bratty in the way she shows appreciation towards others, but she’s never actually trying to be truly mean towards anyone. She grew up with her best friends Oak and Ginger, with her later falling in love and much later marrying Oak. Her and Oak later moved out to a small farm house next to the city, they have a couple of farm animals. Although, one night she got into a horrible argument with her friend Ginger, mangling up her ear in the process, with this all resulting in never wanting to see Ginger again. Already pretty sad and messed up from this all, Oak then decided to leave for the war, so she was truly all alone for a long while, worried sick for his safety. She also had to practically take care of their small farm all alone, which was struggling for her, she became pretty sad, anxiety-ridden, and snappy in this time. Luckily, Oak came back from the war at last, and she finally had some peace again knowing he was okay, besides having to help him get through the struggles of what the war did to him, but she’d gladly help him. Some time after that, in the middle of a rainy night, her once friend Ginger came along with his friend Obsidian knocking at their door begging for help, Oak obliged in concern for them both but Robyn wasn’t as enthusiastic about it, still disliking what happened all those years ago.

🍂 Oakley ‘Oak’ Astor 🍂

Toyhouse page - Artfight page Gender - Male  Age - 28  Height - 5’6” (167 cm)  Species - Laperm cat  Cat Coat - Solid cream-tan Sexuality - Straight Job - Veterinarian Other - Ex-Army doctor Wife - Robyn Birthday - May 20, 1890 Kind, caring, and soft spoken, he’s always trying his best to lighten other peoples days. Although, he can get pretty anxious at times, which was heightened after his time in the war, especially around large groups of people. Deeply loves animals! He grew up with his two best friends Robyn and Ginger, with him later falling in love and much later marrying Robyn. Him and Robyn later moved out to a small farm house next to the city, they have a couple of farm animals. Due to his love for animals he ended up becoming a veterinarian for specifically farm animals, which he enjoyed doing as he always liked an opportunity to help. Although, after the war had kicked off and getting into a horrible argument with his friend Ginger, resulting in never wanting to see Ginger again, he was quite lost. So he decided to join the war, using his skills he learned as a veterinarian to become a doctor in the army. It messed him up pretty badly as he witnessed a lot of death and mutilation, but in a strange way he then gained a fascination on how death all worked, and liked trying to figure out how people died. Finally out of the war, he got to be with Robyn again, and all was great for a long while, albeit with the trauma he had to deal with. Some time after that, in the middle of a rainy night, her once friend Ginger came along with his friend Obsidian knocking at their door begging for help, Oak obliged in concern for them both but he could tell Robyn wasn’t as enthusiastic about it.

↓ Antagonists ↓

💎 Milo Maddison 💎

Toyhouse page - Artfight page Gender - Male  Age - 32  Height - 5’9” (175.26 cm)  Species - Highlander cat  Cat Coat - Albino Sexuality - Unlabeled  Job - Boss of FF  Birthday - Oct 27, 1886 Although he acts sweet, charming, presentable, and posh in public eye, he’s quite the angry and abusive guy behind doors, and will do anything to keep his business running, including murder. Lies about practically everything if it has to keep his kind appearance believable. At this point, he doesn’t even know his own true self, but he tries to not think about that. Raised by his cruel abusive father Murphy with his mother nowhere in sight, he was already dealing with the dark nature of criminal organizations at a young age, which messed him up quite deeply, including giving him bad anger issues. Due to him having to go through the foundation and his fathers antics regularly, he would go out and party, gamble, and get wasted a lot, just to forget about everything for a moment. One night, at a party set up by the foundation, he met Obsidian, and they hit it off immediately. Although Milo tended to have a lot of one-off flings with people, Obsidian was different in a strange way, he wasn’t fully attracted to him but he saw something interesting within him, and they ended up getting into a secret relationship after a while. Milo recognized Obsidian as Hazels brother pretty quickly, as he would hang out with Hazel every once and awhile due to him also being in the foundation. Although, things ended up not going so smoothly for Obsidian and Milo’s relationship, as Murphy had found out about it, and he tells Milo that he’ll spill the relationship to the public if he doesn’t do his bidding for him, Milo agrees to this, but is not happy about it. Due to the nature of the jobs he had to do, this slowly made him more and more angry, and he would start taking out his anger on Obsidian, who would just deal with the abuse as to not upset him more. After a long time of dealing with his father, he finally had enough of it all, and after walking with him into an alleyway, he shot him dead. Although, this didn’t go as he had planned, as Obsidian happened to follow them, and witnessed everything. Milo, terrified at the fact that Obsidian saw him do this, had no other choice, and blamed the murder on him. He managed to get everyone to believe him due to his high status and sweet nature due to him being Murphy’s son, and Obsidian had to run off in order to not get caught and killed by FF. Milo managed to get Hazel to believe this as well quite easily, as Hazel already hated Obsidian quite deeply at this point, Milo later made Hazel his higher-up and even a bodyguard of sorts due to how good Hazel was at his job. Milo went on with working in the foundation, as he was now the boss of it all.

🩸 Hazel Carmine 🩸

Toyhouse page - Artfight page Gender - Male  Age - 35  Height - 5’11” (180 cm)  Species - Oriental longhair cat  Cat Coat - Solid black Sexuality - Aroace Sibling - Obsidian  Job - Higher-up of FF / Milo’s bodyguard  Birthday - Jan 1, 1883 Deadpan, easily annoyed, and rude. Heavily dislikes hanging around people for anything not related to work. Has major abandonment issues and tries to avoid making friends, and will push away anyone getting close to him in fear of them leaving him. Devoted Christian, goes to church a lot. He grew up in a small apartment with his mother and father, but after his mothers death due to the birth of his brother Obsidian, things became a lot harder for him, as his father wasn’t a nice guy and would constantly berate him. Suddenly he guessed his father had enough with him and his brother, and he ended up abandoning them with nothing. Hazel had to raise Obsidian all alone, and they grew up in a very poor environment because of it. Hazel didn’t really like Obsidian due to his rowdy nature and constant need for attention, so Hazel ended up being quite mean to him, even if he didn’t necessarily mean to at times. Due to Hazel barely having any money to keep themselves both in a stable living condition, he manages to join Firefly Foundations after stumbling upon Murphy, the boss of FF. He was in FF for years after that, even becoming a more well respected member throughout his time there. Hazel made sure to tell his brother to not join, as it was dangerous. But after telling him, unknown to him, Obsidian actually joined the Foundation. Hazel would notice he would be hurt every so often, but assumed it was due to his wild nature and didn’t question him on it much. After a long time of Obsidian in FF, he finally spilt the truth of him being apart of the Foundation, and that he’s also been dating Milo, Hazel is pissed that he would lie to him for so long, and the fact that Obsidian was dating a man didn’t help due to Hazel being heavily religious, Obsidian tries to bring up that Milo’s been horrible to him, but Hazel practically says he deserves what he’s getting as he was the one to get himself into that mess. Obsidian is devastated and runs off to his room. Hazel now upset, tries to sleep this all off but slowly starts feeling guilty for being so cruel to him, he gets up and goes to his room as to apologize for some of what he said, but Obsidian is already gone, leaving him all alone, and this only makes Hazel angry. Later on Milo tells him about Murphy’s death, and that Obsidian had murdered him. Hazel doesn’t necessarily believe him fully but ends up rolling with it, so blinded with rage at everything Obsidian has done he’d be willing to hunt him down. He then meets Oswald, who joined the foundation in order to pay off his gambling debts, they start working together and become quite the close duo, but Hazel could never admit that to himself or Oswald.

🌿 Oswald Green 🌿

Toyhouse page - Artfight page Gender - Male  Age - 30  Height - 5’7” (170.18 cm)  Species - Abyssinian cat  Cat Coat - Tan Sexuality - Pansexual Job - Half private detective half FF worker  Birthday - feb 5, 1888 Smug, stubborn, and tired detective that’s not the greatest at his job. Will never admit that he’s doing bad and always tries to put on a ‘better than you’ attitude. Although, he does have problems regulating his emotions, tends to cry out of nowhere, and or freak out for no particular reason, but he tries to tell people that never happened after episodes like that occur. Gets very attached to people very quickly, this can also result in jealousy if his friends are talking to others. Oswald was a major gambling addict and tended to go out practically every day to gamble his money he would get as a private detective - albeit, a bad one, so it wasn’t much - as he loved the thrill of it all. Although when he started to run out of money, he just kept going, resulting in him ranking up a massive amount of gambling debt from the casinos he went to. Which was making him have to deal with the organized crime groups running some of these casinos to be watching him at all times, even trying to confront him if he ranked up debts really high. At one of these casinos, he meets Milo, and when telling him about his debt Milo tells him about the foundation as it could help him get the money he could use to pay off his debts, and Oswald is instantly intrigued and agrees to join it. He meets Hazel in FF, and they end up working together quite a lot, becoming a close duo. Although, Oswald in a state of wanting to help others and to possibly stop his gambling addiction, decided to join the war. But this all turned out horribly for him, as a bad incident later happened leaving him heavily injured, including making him lose his right eye, which he later put in a glass eye for. The only good thing that came out of it all was him becoming close friends with Ginger, another person he met in the war. Later on, now out of the war, he stayed at Gingers place quite often due to him never really having a place to stay. Although, he could tell Ginger was having a hard time running his bookshop, so he mentioned the foundation to him, which resulted in him joining it. Now him, Ginger, and Hazel all worked together in the foundation doing jobs together. But, after noticing Ginger tended to go off on his own to places, he followed him, and witnessed Ginger and Obsidian - a person wanted by FF for murdering the once boss of FF - hanging out and chatting like they were good friends. This pisses off Oswald immediately and later confronts Ginger alone, with them getting into an argument, and Ginger leaves the foundation. Oswald is upset by this but Milo convinces him that Ginger is in the wrong and is a bad person for hanging out with Obsidian. Oswald then starts gambling again, and has to stay over at Hazels place due to not having a home to go to.

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[sunshinechay]

So @respectthepetty’s post here got me thinking about the upcoming Thun/Yut ring fight and I think Thun is going to win the fight.

Here me out.

Thun lost his last fight to Typhoon because his trainer rigged the match. Typhoon, aware of it or not, seems to believe more that it means that he is better than Thun. Even he knows that that isn’t true. Even outside of the match being rigged, Typhoon was dosed before the match. Thun still would have won if the rigging hadn’t happened, everyone agreed. (The fact that there were bystanders who, presumably knew the sport well enough, knew that Thun should have won is what seals this for me). We are also shown at the end of this last episode that Yut is also dosing. So that’s two dosed fighters in a row for Thun.

I think he’s going to win because he’s just plan better than both of them but also for plot reasons. I think it’s also going to be found out that Yut was dosing (makes me wonder if Mr politician knows or not). If/when Thun wins, it’s going to get back to Typhoon. Who knows that Thun is better than him, who is going to find out that Yut was dosed with the same thing he was. Yet Thun still won. So he is going to be the one demanding another match because fuck this guy, how dare he win when we (meaning Typhoon and Yut) should have won because we’re dosing better boxers than him.

Thun and Typhoon have to face each other at least one more time before the series ends. They are tied 1-1 in terms of their matches, even if it’s only by dirty money technicality. Typhoon isn’t the type of guy to let that kind of thing go. He isn’t the type to hear about another boxer (who was also dosing) getting beaten by Thun whom he knows would absolutely never take any kind of steroid because it goes against his belief system. I also think at least part of it (a big part, perhaps equal to Yut) is going to be that Typhoon’s trainer is going to confirm that he rigged the match and Typhoon will absolutely lose his mind. He is so desperate to win against Thun, to actually beat him that he will demand, not ask for, another match.

I do think it’s going to look for a while like he is losing to Yut. But he’ll have a comeback win. How you may ask? Remember the warning the doctor gave Typhoon? The drugs are going to be painful when they starts to wear off. The drugs are going to be one of the reasons. They are going to come back to bite Yut in the ass, hard. He’s not going to show it, which is why I think Typhoon is also going to dose during his and Thun’s final match, but it is going to hurt him.

So yeah, Thun is going to beat Yut. He’s going to face Typhoon again and also beat him. The episode called it to heroes doing against each other but that’s not true. Thun is the ultimate hero in this narrative while Yut and Typhoon are the villains and the hero is always going to triumph over the villain.

P.S. in Yut’s case there is the added factor of his crush on Keen. He is clearly going to lose again Thun in the fight for Keen’s heart (he had no chance to begin with). So he is going to lose in the boxing ring too. Lose the love, lose the fight.

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Hello I’m drunk and thinking about six of crows agaiiiiin (why is this a recurring phenomena???? Ah well can’t complain this has happened like twice now?? That’s not too bad tbf)

I’ve had a lot of Soc related dreams in my time fun fact

Anyway

Do you guys ever think about the fact that Wylan had precious few memories of his mother?? Even though he lost her at a similar age to Jesper, who remembers his mother clearly?? To Kaz losing his Da, who he’s implied to remember well?? (I have more thoughts on Kaz’s active choice to bury those memories and his freaking constant parallels to Matthias but that’s no relevant right this second)

Do you ever think about that in conjunction to Wylan being taken abroad and “everywhere” with his father all the time?? Bc sometimes I imagine Marya standing up to Van Eck in attempts to defend Wylan and I don’t imagine that was the only time she stood up to him (her defending Wylan is probably part of why he sent her away) and I wonder whether since we know she was probably not safe in her marriage (and probably didn’t chose it based on what we know of Alys and how the Kerch patriarchal system works) and I wonder whether to some degree Van Eck separated her from Wylan as some kind of effed up punishment for standing up to him because Wylan had very clear memories of going away w his father and is implied to have some kind of photographic/eidetic memory like Kaz in the whole card counting thingy so why would he have so few memories of his mother if not because he was actively kept away from her during those periods that he still has clear memories of?? Idk but ultimately van eck is a skiv and I wouldn’t put it past him to punish Marya by separating her from Wylan and like he wouldn’t out rightly state it but they both knew that was what he was doing yk??? Anyway that’s just a theory I have

I need to go to sleep

[change-name-later]

Gonna make a quick post bc I wanna share.

Disclaimer, this is not at all a super serious theory. I know the show works with cartoon logic. If the writers want stakes high, they’ll make them high. And if not, the character will bounce right back. Simple as that. This is just meant as more of a in universe explanation than anything.

Anyways. As goofy as it sounds. I think intent 100% determines if a character dies or not.

Because thinking about it. Any time a character accidentally “kills” someone. The other character doesn’t stay dead.

For example, in “Trash Friends”. Smg3 gets startled when Smg4 bursts into his cafe. He shoots him out of reflex. And Smg4 stands back up a second later. No big deal. Everyone’s fine.

But! If someone has the intention to kill someone. Suddenly it’s a serious life or death situation. Example, in “You Used To Be Cool”. Smg3 is told to kill Smg4 to “prove” he’s still a villian. Smg3 seriously considers it. And when he goes and confronts Smg4. It becomes a tense scene between the two.

The only difference here is that Smg3 was intending on doing it. Or at least, that’s what Smg4 thought at that moment. The intention was there. And therefore, meant the possibility of actually killing him was 100% there.

Anywhoo. This isn’t meant to be super serious or in-depth by any means. I’m just putting an idea out there. I know there’s a lot of holes in this. So please do not take it seriously 😭

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

To the person who said that Mike probably knows that there’s a big chance Will likes him back and that’s exactly why he’s scared… KISS ME ON THE MOUTH RN I LOVE YOU AND ILL ONLY THINK ABOT THU S NOW RAIYARAURUGGGHHHXHSJJS /p

No but like, this explains the van scene to me, yk? Ever since i began properly analysing it myself and reading other people’s analysises I’ve been a firm believer that Mike *did* in fact see right through Will. He realised that the speech was from Will to him. He realised the painting was from Will and not from El. He’s not stupid folks, and to me the expressions on his face throughout the speech speak volumes. I could go on forever about his micro expressions arcshwhjshi might just make an analysis if i ever have the time and energy

ANYWAYS I’ve never figured out how that would make sense with any of the events that followed, and what that could mean for s5. But my eyes have been opened now guys!! I bet a huge part of his s5 arc is gonna be, not only battling with internalised homophobia, but battling with the fact that he could have exactly what he wanted… but he must be brave. He must take the step and ask Will out. He must take the risks if he wants to be with the person he loves and who loves him back!!

TAHSIKDDHOEJDLEJJR

[arowana-squids]

Since artfight is giving me the willpower to actually draw more that once in a milenia I’ll make an awkward promotional post for myself

HELLO! I am arowana squids aka aro.

If you know me (which you probably don’t) it’s from my cuttletavio stuff like the vampire au I made a while back. I focus on my oc’s now who are based on the vampire au. I am trying everything I can to try and grow an audience for them but I am not seeing much success. It’s been a nightmare for my mental health but I’m very slowly getting better (yes I used to be wayyyyy more annoying than I am rn). Anyways I’ll stop yapping about why I’m sad and start yapping about me and my ocs instead.

I am looking to make my own webcomic with my oc’s once I learn how to draw a full body in under 10 hours 💔. I use any pronouns bc gender is dumb. And yes I am absolutely atrocious at punctuation and stuff DEAL WITH IT!!!

These are 2 of the main characters from my story. Karl and Octavio. They are in love and I love them. Their ship name is vampkarl. A lot of the story focuses on Karl navigating through his mental health problems and his shitty life with Octavio by his side :).

(This is the part where you say awwwwwwwwww so cute!)

There is also hazel who I don’t have a reference for but she is Karl’s only friend. She works the same shitty job as him and they bonded over that.

And I’m just gonna drop some lore related art heard and hit post before I get too embarrassed to post this 😭 ALSO THE SETTING IS very INSPIRED BY THE 1920s

[chris-but-alt]

When I first played Watch Dogs I thought "unrealistic but fun". Now I am concerned that all the displayed technocratic themes are very much possible and being developed rapidly. Of course not exactly like in the game, we don't yet have a centralised tech monopoly like Blume. But all that stuff that was hinted at in WD2 with the military robot dogs, the drones, the misinformation...

But unfortunately there is no DedSec in RL.

Thoughts?

First thanks for the ask!

I would say so as well, and of course if we were back in 2013 when WD first came out, some of the technology nowadays would seem rather far fetched or even unrealistic

Blume in game being a monopoly in the tech industry might be done for simplicity sake, but the whole deal around Blume the company itself in WD series (especially in WD2) to me really illustrates how dark everything can be if this is the case, despite the story in WD2 (perhaps WDL too) which took on a more lighthearted tone in general

It is a real shame and often scary to think about how many of those tech companies in our real world are shifting our life to an arguably more dystopian future for their own profits, especially right now the rapid development of digital technology without up to date regulations (or the lack of effort to enforce those regulations) from many countries judicial system which lead to many of them would only getting a slap on the wrist without actual consequences. Sometimes hurts even more to think about when initial proposed uses for many tools and techs were innocent, but gets abused mainly being corporate greed

But on a more optimistic note, I would like to think there will always be ways to fight back against it, whether it’s through boycott or protest. Lastly I would say DedSec groups in WD series understandably simplified and romanticized how hacktivist groups would work, but I do believe it serves more as a symbolism to encourage people to fight against oppression and fight for rights

[the-last-quest]

While Nine isn’t the same as Tails something they have in common is their love for mint.

But like most things their experiences with it were very different.

[2152 words]

Tucked away in an alley a small kit winced as he tried to hide himself away from the glaring eyes and harsh fists that the city was filled with. He had already had an unpleasant encounter earlier in the day, and while not being the worst he’d experienced he was still left with a throbbing ankle and the taste of blood in his mouth.

His ears perked up as he heard faint footsteps heading towards the alley. He pressed himself against the wall as much as he could, eyes squeezed shut. He tried to quiet his breathing but as the footsteps drew nearer it picked up as his thoughts began to race. ‘What if the same cat from earlier came back for more? What if he doesn't stop after a few hits this time? What if he brought others to help him? What if-’

“Are you alright dear?” A female voice cut through his spiraling thoughts.

He waited for a moment before opening his eyes to look at the owner of the voice, an older red cat lady who seemed to be concerned for him. He didn’t answer her, knowing she hadn't noticed why he was in this state. He knew he needed to be ready for when she did, for when her kindness would turn to attacks that he was far too used to. He watched as her eyes scanned over his small frame, the exact moment she noticed obvious to the fox as her face changed from a look of concern to one of disgust.

He flinched at the change of expression and curled into himself, eyes screwed shut again, he didn’t think that she would hurt him, but one can never be too trusting in this city. Anticipating an incoming impact he didn’t see what the lady was doing. He was about to look up again when something came flying towards him, just barely missing. He braced himself for more, but none came. The only thing he heard was the sounds of footsteps fading away,

Only after the sound had long faded into the distance did the kit open his eyes again. He peeked out of the alley looking both ways down the road. It was empty now as it was getting later, less people venturing out of their homes. As he returned to the safety of the alley something on the floor caught his eye.

It looked to be a candy of some sort. He picked up the candy and held onto it as he dragged himself to the end of the alley, ignoring the shooting pain that came from his ankle. Despite it being late he didn’t want to have an interaction like that again. In the safety of the back of the alley he sat against the wall ready to settle in for the night.

He opened his paw to examine the candy the lady had thrown at him. He had never seen anything like it before. It was a remnant of before the chaos council took over, the small treat lacking any of the council’s usual obnoxious packaging, instead wrapped in a thin clear plastic, the green and white swirl intrigued him. He wondered if he could trust the candy. The cat didn’t seem to have malicious intent, leaving the fox to his own devices for the most part, but she obviously didn’t care for him. As he stared at the candy in his paw, pondering whether or not he should eat it his stomach let out a low rumble. He bit his lip, the candy wouldn’t help his hunger much, but at the moment he would take anything he could get.

With shaking fingers he cautiously unwrapped the plastic wrapper. Taking the candy up to his nose he took a small sniff of it.

He coughed, not expecting how strong it was. The scent made its way through his nostrils down to his mouth, the flavor ghosting in his mouth. It gave his mind something else to focus on. It distracted him from the taste of copper in his mouth, even with just the faint flavor from the scent.

‘This could be useful in the future.’ He thought while he lowered the candy to look over it again. The attack from today wasn’t that bad compared to others he had in the past, and he’s certain he’d have worse ones in the future. It would be a good idea to hold on to the candy for later, to have a distraction. He grabbed the plastic to wrap the candy up when his stomach growled again.

His eyes glanced from his stomach to the candy. ‘It won’t do anything, save it for later.’ The rational part of his mind told him. ‘Save it for later, it'll be more useful then.’ But that didn’t take away the situation he was in right now. He was hurt, hungry and tired and tucked away in a cold alley in the city and right now that small candy, while not being able to fix any of that, could take his mind off of it.

He popped the candy into his mouth.

Just like when he smelled it the taste overwhelmed his senses. He never had something that strong before and in this moment that was all he needed. As he got used to the flavor he leaned his head back onto the metal walls of the city. Right now he didn’t care about the state he was in, he just focused on the flavor hanging in his mouth. He focused on it instead of the throbbing pain coming from his ankle. He focused on it instead of the difficulty he had breathing. He focused on it instead of the ever growing emptiness of his stomach.

On the streets of New Yoke the fox focused on the flavor of the candy for as long as he could.

——————————-

Many things had happened after that night in the alley.

The young fox grew older and more tired of the attacks he endured in the city. He built himself mechanical tails to protect him, along with giving himself a name.

He distanced himself from others in the city, none of them cared for him so why should he care for them. He grew cold as he focused on surviving.

Then a blue hedgehog had broken into his bunker and turned his life upside down.

He learned many things from the hedgehog. He learned of friendship and care. Of hope and heartbreak.

After everything he was left in a state worse than before. In a castle that represented his rage as he lashed out against the shatterverse, with no long term hope to survive, and with a corner that he couldn’t bear to look at.

As he stood and looked at the green portal in the distance he decided this wasn’t going to be the end of the story.

——————————-

It was nighttime in Green Hill. A large moon casted its light onto two figures walking along the grass.

Sonic and Nine moved in silence. The hedgehog had just found the fox in the cave where the prism had lied. It was a rough reunion with neither of them expecting it, but each of them having something they needed to say to the other. With emotions running high and both of them becoming exhausted it had been cut short when Sonic had offered Nine to stay for the night, for both of them to get rest and clear their mind so they wouldn’t run themselves dry. Nine was hesitant until the hedgehog had mentioned that Tails wasn’t going to be in their shared home for the day so they could deal with one thing at a time.

The two reached the house that Sonic and Tails shared. Sonic opened the door and held it open for Nine with a weak smile. Nine didn’t return the smile, but the small nod he gave as he walked through the door made the hedgehog’s smile grow just a little.

As Nine walked in and waited for Sonic to lock the door behind them his eyes were drawn to a small bowl of candies on a table next to the door. They were the same candies that the lady had given to him years and years ago, a candy that he never thought he would have again.

Sonic must have noticed him looking at the bowl as he let out a quiet amused chuckle. “Those are Tails’ mints. He has them out in case he’s had a bad day and needs one as soon as he gets home.” A fond smile formed on his face as he thought of the fox so different yet so similar to the one in front of him. “You can take one if you want.” He offered. Nine thought it was some sort of olive branch to release the tension the two had between them. He glanced at the hedgehog and back to the bowl of candies and decided to take one, as long as it made Sonic happy.

There was another silence between the two, much lighter and much shorter than before as Sonic spoke up again.

“Come on, room’s this way.” He said with a gesture to follow him.

Nine followed Sonic as he brought him further into the house. When they reached a hallway Sonic stopped at the first door and pushed it open for Nine silently.

As Nine stepped into the room he looked over the interior. It was simple, being an obviously very underused guest room, the only furniture being a bed and a side table and a lamp. It had very minimal decoration and looked like it had been untouched since the bed was brought in.

Sonic sheepishly scratched the back of his head, “It’s nothing much but-“

“Thank you” Nine interrupted with a small murmur, looking up at Sonic, a light ghosting on his face. While the room wasn’t much to look at it was still better than any of the ones he had back in the city. Even with all his decorations it couldn’t hide the cold metal that made up the space. This room, even while being barren, gave Nine a sense of comfort that he had never had in his one space.

Sonic returned the smile and placed his hand on Nine’s shoulder giving it a small squeeze. “Get some sleep okay kid? I’ll be right out here if you need me.”

Sonic exited the room, closing the door with a soft click behind him.

Nine rubbed his hand down his face wearily as he made his way to the bed and plopped himself onto it. He opened up his other hand which contained the ‘mint’ as Sonic had called it. The green and white swirl taunted him as his mind raced with thoughts

In the back of his mind he cursed at having another similarity to Tails. Another part cursed about his counterpart having easier access to the candy if the bowl full of them was anything to go by while he had only had the treat once in his life.

And yet another quieter part of him reminded him of why he liked the candy so much, of how he got his first taste. If the two were really that similar could Tails have been introduced to it in the same situation? Could it be a comfort for the other fox as well?

Letting his thoughts fade away, Nine unwrapped the mint. Holding it in between his fingers he brought it up to his nose and took a sniff of it.

The scent had a similar effect as the first time, traveling up his nose and into his mouth, the flavor bringing him comfort as it had so long ago. Along with the comfort the scent brought back memories of a time he longed to forget. Being hurt and alone, with the only comfort being an act of pity that didn’t even last.

But right now he wasn’t alone. Past the door he could still hear soft footfalls that belonged to a certain blue hedgehog. A hedgehog who had cared for him since they first met. Even when he realized that Nine was different than he initially thought it didn’t waver. Even after showing him the ugliest sides of himself and nearly destroying everything the hedgehog had ever loved, he opened his door for the fox to stay in.

The rational part of his brain told him he didn’t need the mint. He was safe right now and should save it for when he really needed it. Just as he did before he didn’t listen to it. Sure he was safe right now he didn't need the mint, but he wanted it. Plus they weren’t in short supply either so he didn’t have to hold onto it forever.

Nine popped the mint in his mouth.

It tasted exactly like he remembered it.

[why-do-we-do-this]

(Translation)

Roier: This child slept in a very cute bed and- What the fuck?

Roier: What the fuck? Hello? Richarlyson? Who was that?

Roier, reading Richas’ sign: I don’t know but they left.

Roier: Okay- Hey! Sucking sound!? *barking*

Roier: We have dogs! We have dogs in the house, be careful! We have a- a rottweiler! The rottweiler bites very hard and you are gonna die! *barking*

Richas: *fnaf noise*

Roier: It’s over here, it’s over here, Richarlyson! It’s over here- hit it!

Cellbit, muted: *laughing*

Roier: I fucked your whore mother- Run you shithead! Run you idiot! *barking*

Roier: Who let the dogs out! *barking in tune* Yeah, I like it when you run away!

Richas: *siren noise*

Cellbit, muted: Oh my god it’s a zombie apocalypse! *laughing*

Cellbit: IT’S ME! IT’S- *laughing* IT’S ME!

Roier: OH- CELLBIT- WHAT?! YOU DUMBASS! You dumbass I thought- No!- Richarlyson! *laughing*

Cellbit: This wasn’t what I meant to happen! Noooo!

Roier: Help me, Richarlyson!

Cellbit: Ah, damn it! I just wanted to listen to the story, Richarlys, but then you revealed me, dickhead!

Roier: *laughing*

Cellbit: I wanted to listen to the story! Damn Richarylson turned me in!

Roier: If you wanted to listen you could have said “Hey can I come with you guys and listen to the story?”

Cellbit: I wanted to listen but I was shamed*- uh, very shy! I wanted to watch you and Richa-

Roier: You have a big dick but in your ass!

Cellbit: *laughing*

*Cellbit uses the Portuguese word “Vergonha” which means shame/embarrassment but sounds a lot like “Vergota” which is a Spanish word meaning big dick

[gojinka]

saint and shank and valentine lore? Please? I am looking up at you with the biggest eyes... Are any of them friends with Callie? Is she getting socialized?

Answers (some vague some not) to this under the cut :]

There’s also Octarian + Inkling head cannons sprinkled in here if that interests you!

⚠️ Saint + Shank:

Saint was raised as a Salmonid, how they got so far separated from their family is a mystery, but they got picked up by a family of Salmonids, who live in one of the wastelands, and due to rising and falling waters in a territory that’s mostly like a long stretch of tide pools… lots of random salmonid eggs wash up. Saint was found with one in their hands.

Saint (though raised by Salmonids, biologically,) is assumed to be born from a race of Krakened Inklings, who have developed more squid like “ancestral” traits, so Saint has some non-common Inkling characteristics. Such as rotating hook-like claws on their tentacles, and hook like claws on their hands and feet. They have small sharp teeth, and behind these cat-like teeth, a much larger mostly retractable beak. (Not relevant, but Pearl also has this trait.)

Saint, when they were younger, was often seen bundled up in a bunch of hazard gear, as a result of their salmon brothers being exceptionally worried about the water harming them. While still vulnerable to water— life in the wasteland has adjusted them to water, they are NOT splat proof, but they’re much better at navigating chaotic water-wastes grounds effectively, silently, quickly, and most importantly: safely.

^ Despite this, Saint is deeply afraid of water, and all things considered, life here has most likely stunted their growth and development due to water’s damage (high humidity, even) to Inkling skin.

Saint has a swim form, but doesn’t like transforming, it’s a clunky and slow process for them. Saint is also pretty poor at managing retaining ink naturally, and can only absorb ink via naturally letting it into their skin, as opposed to drinking it in like other Inklings, they are also a little shoddy at changing their color at will.

Saint’s family is quite large, they live with a bunch of their family in a very small house, they get by, and their family adores them to bits.

Shank’s still young, due to how salmonids develop, their first few years of their life aren’t very comparable to how inkling babies develop, (ie needing constant care + attention , like human babies!) but rather Shank is still in a running form, which baby salmonids cling onto, as they’re still running on the power of the egg they hatched from, still don’t have legs, and are in a swimming form designed to cross the ocean + rigorous conditions, so Shank’s ability to learn + grow hasn’t fully kicked in yet.

Shank can still identify what’s good, bad, etc, but more like how an actual fish or reptile identifies a threat, rather than a result of analyzing morality. Chances are everything they learn in this stage of life will be mostly forgotten as they begin to grow limbs and begin a new stage of development. (After the events of Return of the Mammalians, they will not remember much of it, even if only a year after. Threats + Tastes are forever wired into her system, though.)

Shank knows Saint is family, Shank likes Marie. Shank dislikes Callie.

Shank is a rare salmonid variant, as they’re one of the few species that are born from a COMPLETE Homerun, rather than a grizzco harvested egg. These babies are extremely rare, as very few Homerun grounds remain.

Shank likes the taste of Jam. And enjoys small puzzles. This is probably a result of wanting to feel included while watching Saint modify tech, it’s out of her range of understanding, so small puzzles make Shank feel like they’re involved in the process… somehow.

⚠️ Valentine:

Agent 8 was a child of a military program, they were not raised by parents due to a high maternal mortality rate among the Octarian Society as a result of their evolution not straying far from their Octopus ancestor’s strange behaviors. (Inkling’s developed in an opposite direction, and are much more ink-reliant than their more hardy thick-skinned Octopus counterparts) it’s common for Octarian children to be sent to Octo-Troopers who (through a similar process to the Salmonid’s “egg sorting system”) raise them in a state militant organization. Agent 8 was forced into a military school programs, and was housed with numerous other Octolings. Not all were orphaned, most Octolings are encouraged to go into Militray schools that allow them to graduate with a trade from the get-go, this is mostly because Military service is required of Octarians, so it’s common to send children into these schools to get it out of the way.

Valentine practiced with weapons (namely, best with chargers) from a very young age. But school children were never forced into combat. Just prepped.

Agent 8, despite the skill they had with weapon use, found their passion in auto mechanics and robotics repair… Valentine fantasizes about one day owning a retro Computer.

During the development of Santization, 8 found themself in the metro after trying to escape the army during the rebellious strike founded in many Octolings during the singing of the Inkantation… many Octarian in the metro seem to be either Low Ranking troops— or Octolings who’ve gone AWOL. Valentine, of course, has no memory of this.

Unlike in Canon, Craig Cuttlefish wakes up in the Metro after their radios kept picking up a strange warped signal, it sounded like discordant screaming; or singing? But it came from beneath AC TOKYO which is a new Salmonid society, and to Craig: where there’s Salmonids there’s OCTARIANS, and he’s old, but stubborn when it comes to the Octarian since the war.

⚠️ Callie:

The Squid Sisters, wholly, aren’t very social creatures due to being raised as agents and then pursuing Idol work in their free time. They have no idea how a normal HONEST conversation is intended to function; and mostly rely on quips and answers learned solely from public showings, they are very rarely honest with their true (or, uglier) emotions and very rarely crack.

Sometimes; when you catch their eye, for a moment you’re met with a blank look, a hollow vague distaste, before the Callie and Marie you’ve seen on TV flicker into existence on their faces.

Callie, though, feels most comfortable around Agent 3 — (July 3) and has really began to lighten up (beyond an Idol farce) and has become more comfortable overall.

Don’t get her wrong, she loves her life in an Idol setting, and it doesn’t exhaust her, per se, it just isn’t who she is ALL the time, and it can wear her down, even if you can’t tell.

After the events with MUD, Callie— to everyone’s shock — has actually grown far more confident and sympathetic of the other surrounding brother species, trying to unlearn the teachings of Craig Cuttlefish takes time; and Callie can’t help but feel a faint bitterness or hatred towards him for it, but overall puts effort in pushing her emotions towards a nameless hope. Hell, that’s what’s the Inkantation is for, right?!?

Though, on the topic of MUD, it makes her feel restless at times, even though it’s been worked out of her system, it seems that her instincts have been slightly fried, her metabolism and diet has changed slightly, her overly sugary drinks now leave a weird gross taste in her mouth, it makes her a little sad; but she’ll adjust.

Agent 4 unnerves her slightly, for reasons she can’t fully remember, and Marie doesn’t talk much about the rescue missions.

She hasn’t made many public appearances since MUD, mostly due to some rumors of seeing her, and she was waiting for the heat to die down on speculation of an Octarian attack. On the note of appearances, Callie hasn’t made any attempt to try and treat the scar, or cover it; she thinks it makes her look gnarly. July desperately tries to get her to put scar cream on the injury so it doesn’t itch or burn, but Callie is committed to having a Cool Scar.

After all the events: Callie has learned that she loves to collab with other artists, and Marie has started a Solo Career, and Callie has left (mostly) the singing field completely to focus on Octarian / Inkling relations. Callie still sings with other artists who she admires, but has no plans on creating anything of her own.

Callie stays sharp with Agent work— mostly trying to step away from Craig Cuttlefish’s previous ideals, and step into her OWN ideas and dreams. Craig, despite the learning curve, does all he can to help Callie on her missions.

Relations between these three are summarized as:

Callie ( and Marie, to an extent ) see Neo 3 as the child they are, and unfortunately sees herself in Neo 3 in the sense of “forced into warring politics of events too young to completely comprehend.” Seeing Neo 3 as the Agent 1 she became when she was young. She tends to baby Neo 3 at times, but has ultimately become an Older Sister figure to them.

(Note: I still like to envision Neo 3’s mission as a pretty rough one, as opposed to Agent 3/4’s mission, Agent 8’s was also pretty threatening— but Saint’s was on a (literal) whole nother world.)

Neo 3 has seen Callie on T-Shirts, and broken billboards, and knows she’s famous, to some extent, they don’t completely know she’s an Idol until they get a tad closer. They like her because she tends to spoil them with sugary foods.

Callie adores Valentine; Callie THINKS she admires her solely thanks to the Calimari Inkantation, Callie thinks she sees her as a figure of hope for deserters of the Octarian Army.

Valentine though, does not— Valentine remembers her as the Mud-Infected Callie, and is too shy to fangirl completely, and generally is pretty cold as a result… they have a lot of respect for Callie and Marie because of how adept they are with weaponry.

Callie sometimes fears that Agent 8 doesn’t like her because of their rigid icy personality… but is friendly nonetheless. They warm up. (Rather, thaw out.)

Callie thinks agent 8 is a tad strange, namely due to the fact they bite the leaves of the plants in her house. (She does nothing about this)

[devils-yui]

Throwing my personal hc and hot take into the wild here with Blackarachnia.

After reading through some stuff and rewatching the show, before all the Decepticons had split, or had remained together somehow in an alt-universe like they were in the animated shorts.

I’d like to imagine that Blackarachnia would’ve made for a fairly “ok” medic, in the absence of Shockwave, who I think would also made for a decent-ish medic (whether that’s also in an au where all the main Decepticons reunited, or if it’s after ‘Predacon Rising’ and into S.3) .

That’s not to say she’d be a great medic of course. She’d be no better than Shockwave, maybe a little less, but my personal hc revolves more around extensively to the fact that she’s experimented on bots before (Blitzwing) and I believe in the fact that during her time trying to resort back to to being her completely technological form and rid herself of the organic half. She must’ve at least studied or learned extensively about the cybertronian anatomy/or body at least to a degree of it being more than what average bot knows.

After all, it’d sound like it’d be in her best interest to have known what she was going to do in this endeavor to return back to her original form to some extent. Whether it’d be towards herself or some other poor bot who’d take her organic half.

(I mean she’s already shown that she’s willing to sacrifice more than one person to get back to being who she was before, let alone every living entity in Detroit for this)