#nova's yapping sessions

[bpdqu33n]

yapping session about my fav ships :

i love suntan so much. i want to squeeze them.

and don't get me started on omokel. THE SILLIES!!!! THE SILLY CHILDREN(god why does that sound so weird-)!!! THE SILLY BLORBOS!!!

suntan is literally the sun x moon dynamic!!!

I LOVE KELBREY!!!!!!! THE SILLIES!!!! THEY WOULD BE THAT ONE MARRIED COUPLE THAT BICKERS!!! I LOVE KELBREY SO MUCH,PAST,PRESENT,FUTURE,AU,OR HEADSPACE!!!

cactiflower.

the sillies.

the skrunklies.

the skrimbos.

i want basil to pick up kel like a cat.

queerplatonic or platonic cactiflower>>>

sunflower.

queerplatonic or platonic sunflower >>>

they are the lamest things ever i want to crush them /pos

PHOTOBOMB!!!

i prefer to call it 'aubsi',i don't even know why. it just sounds cute,and i also like to imagine that basil would nickname her that,but like,writen 'aubsey' instead.

pre-canon aubsi>>>

[stealingyourteeth]

i have been thinking. scheming even. about a renegades (YA book series by marissa meyer) and chnt crossover au. i have talents and occupations planned out for at least 4 characters and how a side plot with them would fit into the canon of the original renegades universe.

part 1/???

if you don’t know what renegades and/or camp here and there is i suggest you read this for chnt, and this for renegades!

CAMP HERE AND THERE SPOILERS(?)

RENEGADES SPOILERS

sydney is healer at renegades hq, his talent would be chlorokinesis (the ability to create, manipulate, and animate plant life). this talent is also known as botanokinesis.

jedidiah works in research and development, and he could be a technopath (the ability to control technology). ive also thought about him having a secret talent where he can give life to another being at the expense of his own life?? but i haven’t really thought that through yet

elijah is an anarchist, but he isn’t really around in the subway tunnels and isn’t even aware that the rest of the anarchists moved to nova’s house after the tunnels collapsed (explained more down below). he has the talent of Disabling Aura, people near him feel fatigue and are unable to use their own talent.

adam during the age of anarchy was apart of a villain gang (I haven’t decided which one yet) and had the title “Up and Adam” (as in chnt lmao). after the day of triumph, he now works as a counselor at renegades headquarters, though he uses this job for self gain a lot of the time. he has the ability of dreamwalking, which is exactly what the name states. he can walk into peoples dreams. this could set up an interesting dynamic as Nova never sleeps. (i actually plan on writing a fic where she takes up the counseling opportunity after killing Ingrid at the end of the first book)

heres where the side plot comes in. back in the age of anarchy elijah was put in charge of the hostages (I don’t rlly remember if the anarchists took hostages it’s been awhile since ive read the series all the way through) and sydney was one of the hostages. elijah became fixated with sydney, as his aura worked in a different way around him. when elijah was around sydney, it seemed like sydney’s senses were heightened instead of the opposite. he still couldn’t use his chlorokinesis, but this small defect was enough to send elijah spiraling into obsession. due to this, he spent most of his time tending to sydney, ignoring the other hostages despite what valuable information they may be able to give up.

even after the day of triumph, he was still fascinated with sydney. he was rarely in the subway tunnels where the other anarchists live because of this, and he really had no idea that the subway tunnels collapsed. he spent most of his days stalking sydney from afar, as he couldn’t get close to him considering the effect that he had on sydney.

there’s also like. a side side plot which ill explain.

the reason jedidiah is working in r&d is so he can try and find a way to help sydney survive longer (as he’s still chronically ill in this universe). sydney has been surviving by growing healing herbs and modern medicine, but jedidiah wants to find something more permanent.

ill update this more as i get more ideas, i just want to put this out into the world before I forget ^_^

[lordprettyflackotara]

hitchhiker || chapter four || the proxies

tw: stalker hoodie, hoodies a bit gross in this one ngl, i think this is a fair warning, paranoia, blood, some fluffy shit w tim

i am proud to announce that hitchhiker now has a masterlist with a link to wattpad! find it here!! thank you to everyone who has helped me navigate using other platforms <3

<— previous chapter

Hoodie could understand your appeal.

What he couldn’t understand, was why Tim and Toby had picked you specifically.

Sure, your skin was soft and glowy. Your big innocent doe eyes were doll like. Hoodie’s darker urges craving to see them weep tears under his hand. Although you had overlooked their original odd behavior, was that enough? Were your looks and obliviousness enough to keep you alive?

Hoodie couldn’t understand Toby and Tim’s infatuation with you. It was becoming truly nauseating, sitting through them yapping about you all day long. You were the hottest topic of conversation, the rants about Jeff’s sloppy murders long discarded. Since he couldn’t figure it out, he figured he’d have to do his research.

And every good research session begins the same way: observation.

Hoodie had no issue watching you. He watched as you scrambled to get ready for work, showering so quickly he hardly had time to watch you dry off. He sat perched in an old oak tree across from your building, the overgrown branches and leafs concealing his presence. He noted you truly were oblivious, all of your curtains wide open. Maybe you thought being on the fourth floor saved you from having a peeping tom. In which case, you were terribly wrong.

He watched as you chatted with (who he assumed to be) Nova while running around, his eyes narrowing. Your friend seemed put together, a navy blazer and slacks dressing her thin frame. His eyes flickered back over to you, watching you get ready for work. You did have a nice figure. Your apron only emphasizing the fact. Hoodie had watched Nova slide on the blazer, her upper arms toned with muscle. Huh. So much for a lazy overweight detective. Those targets were easy to get rid of. Toby, in the mist of his yapping about his delightful walk home with you, mentioned Nova. He mentioned the vanilla folder and the case she was working on. Hoodie believed he was the first of the three to have the suspicion she took Winston’s place.

Usually task forces would lay off of the investigation once their colleagues began getting killed. But every so often, there would be a feisty motherfucker who only wanted to indulge in the case deeper. He watched as you darted out of your apartment, Nova grabbing her things and following you. His eyes searched for the vanilla folder. He watched her pack her beat up satchel, random white papers and pens being thrown inside. Yet, no vanilla folder. He grinned devilishly as Nova exited your apartment. Toby would be keeping a close eye on her investigation as she studied the Winston case. They had eyes everywhere, your date with Tim proving to be useful. It gave Hoodie enough time to truly snoop around.

His mind circled back to the vanilla folder, the bane of his existence in your best friends possession. Nova hadn’t left with the documents, the vanilla folder not on her person. Her not leaving with the folder meant one thing and one thing only: it was in your apartment. What did that mean? That Hoodie was going to be able to steal it with ease.

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You felt like you were becoming paranoid. Your shift at Olive Garden was the same stressful experience it always was. Screaming children. Argumentative customers. Loud laughter. However, you felt like you were watched. You couldn’t figure out how or why. Your paranoia made you check on your tables faster. Your eyes constantly flickered around the restaurant, searching for the culprit. But all you found were families or couples eating their pasta and bread. By the end of your shift you were beat, shuffling into the bathroom to change clothes.

Davidson park was practically a straight shot from your work, there was no sense in dropping by your apartment. You briefly glanced at yourself in the mirror, not wanting to acknowledge how terrible you felt you looked. You were sure your lips were cracked and your eyes had dark circles decorating them. You shuffled into a bathroom stall, slipping out of your work uniform. You wondered if your perfume could truly mask the nauseating smell of pasta sauce. You began to put on deodorant, the light in the bathroom flickering.

You blinked a few times, trying to ensure you weren’t just sleep deprived. You looked up, a large bug caught in the ceiling light. It was bouncing between the light stick and the glass, creating the smallest sound of movement. You could see its shell, as well as its leggings thrashing around. You shoved it off, resuming changing into your normal clothes. You shoved on your boots, the unsettling feeling of you being watched falling over you again. This time you looked at the bottom gap of the stall door and the floor, a large set of black business shoes standing outside of your stall door. You blinked a few times, as if to double check what you were seeing was really there. “Hello?” You croaked, your mouth seemingly running dry. When was the last time you had drank water?

A gust of wind rushed past you, your head snapping behind you. You were in a tiny bathroom stall, what the actual fuck was creating wind? You turned back to the front of the stall, the pair of shoes now disappeared. Shoving your shirt over your head you exited the stall, looking around the bathroom. All of the stalls were empty, an eerie silence ensuing. Looking up you noticing the bug was no longer moving. Logically you should’ve been fine with it, the small creatures demise caused by the electricity. But the sight of the smallest pool of blood from the bugs corpse made your stomach churn, your face growing pale. How was that possible? The bug was a beetle, not a mosquito or anything with a handfuls worth of blood.

You ripped away your horrified gaze, forcing yourself to look at the floor instead. You shuffled out of the bathroom in a rush, the door hitting the wall as you flung it open. Ignoring the weird looks and questions from your coworkers you left the restaurant. You felt unsteady as you got in the car, your hands planting themselves firmly on the steering wheel. You felt like you had just seen a ghost, the crimson paint staining your mind. You swallowed and attempted to even out your breathing as you put the key into your ignition. You needed to get your shit together. You took a deep breath, putting your car in reverse and heading to see Tim.

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Hoodie took his time inspecting your apartment, trying to see what he could find out about you. His curiosity as to what made you so interesting nagging him mid mission. With his partners not around, it gave him the freewill to be as nosy as he wanted to be without repercussions. Your apartment was tiny and cluttered, but he determined your clutteredness was from the lack of space more than being messy. Hoodie’s opinion shifted slightly at the sight of your last outfit on the bathroom floor. Your red lacey underwear caught his eye, the blonde smirking under his mask.

How long had it been since he had been with a woman? He squatted down, picking up the fabric with his ring finger. Hoodie could just imagine your round ass in these, the red complementing your skin tone. He lifted his ski mask just above his nose, inhaling the crotch material of your dirty panties. His face flushed red with lust. His cock was slowly beginning to grow in his jeans, the proxy pulling himself away from the fabric. He took a deep breath, imagining his tongue in between your folds as you pleaded for more.

Ahh yes, Hoodie would do anything to see you beg.

Regaining his focus he wadded up the panties, shoving them in his back pocket. He needed to focus. He left your bathroom, rounding over to your bedroom. Your dresser was covered in various perfumes and jewelry. Did you have more money than you were letting on? He picked up a large necklace, the fake jewels shining back at him in the moonlight. Thankfully you left your lamp on, the blonde beginning to rummage through your belongings more unhinged. He lifted up your mattress, looked under your bed, in your pillow cases, in your nightstands. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. There wasn’t even a trace that it was here.

Hoodie gritted his teeth as he pulled open your dresser drawers. His anger temporarily subsided as he eyed the first drawers contents. Rows of undergarments and bras nearly made his eyes pop out of his head. He shook his head, forcing himself to focus. He rummaged through your drawers, the folder no where in sight. He stomped into the kitchen, the living room empty besides a couch, old wooden coffee table, matching with a the same wooden TV stand, and an ancient television. His eyes wondered around your kitchen, landing on a stack of bills with large red OVERDUE stamps plastered on the front. Hoodie picked up the one on top, examining it.

Huh. Not necessarily poor, just poor spending habits. He tossed the envelope aside, continuing his search for the vanilla bane of his existence. And he wouldn’t be leaving until he found it.

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You walked beside Tim down the sidewalk path, cool breezes rushing past the two of you. “So how was work?” He asked, starting conversation. Your shift was unnotable, if you took away the feeling of being watched and blood bug. “The usual. My table five had a lot of screaming children but it ended up being fine,” You answer as honestly as you could. You didn’t want to sound crazy, your paranoia getting the best of you. “What about you?” You added. You shoved your hands in your army green jacket, Tim’s hands shoved in his own mustard coat. For a brief second you saw a look of shock flash across Tim’s face, before he resumed his usual expression.

“The usual,” He answered truthfully. He shoved off the uncanny feeling of the Operators static depriving his senses. It wasn’t a usual punishment, the Operator more angry he had to send Kate than anything else. He always had a soft spot for the girl. “We both hate our jobs huh? You look like you just had a ptsd episode,” You chuckled, playfully elbowing him. Your innocence made Tim’s heart flutter, even with the deeper meaning your words unknowingly had. “You’re one to talk about ptsd episodes. You looked scarred when talking about screaming children,” Tim teased. He playfully poked your side, causing you to giggle. The moon hung in the sky, in seemingly a creepy smile. You made Tim feel normal, even if his life was no where near it.

“Oh please anything involving children provokes that face. I can’t imagine having them,” You say. The two of you strolled in unison, the street lights illuminating your path. “Really? Not even down the line?” Tim asked curiously. Of course it was impossible for him to have kids. He would never allow you to get pregnant, not from him or Brian or Toby. There was always the chance the Operator would be interested in the child. He couldn’t risk it. “Maybe. I’d always be afraid I let the wrong guy get me pregnant though,��� You admitted. You felt your face go pale with embarrassment. “Oh fuck I said too much huh?” You laughed nervously. Tim couldn’t help but smile at your nervousness. You had no idea how cute you were.

“Not at all. You don’t have to worry around me. I’ve seen and i’ve done weirder things,” Tim told you. You both walked to the towns lake, the watery murky black as the moonlight reflected off of the glassy surface. “I’m really glad I met you Tim. I feel like you get it,” You say honestly. Tim raised an eyebrow, an owl hooting in the distance. “Get what?” He asked curiously. You flashed a nervous smile, tucking some hair behind your ears. “Like you get me. I’ve spent my whole life trying to fit in everywhere I went. Yet I feel at home with you three. It’s such an odd comforting feeling,” You explain softly. Tim took a step towards you, gently grasping your neck. Your eyes fluttered close, your breath hitching as his hot breath danced across your cool skin.

His chapped lips pressed a long kiss to your forehead, his touch soft and sweet. And most importantly, purposefully gentle. Tim pulled away slowly, holding your face in his gloved hands. You looked up at him, mesmerized by his chocolate orbs. He swiped his thumb across your cheek, soaking in your touch. You wanted to kiss him, his lips just out of reach. Tim wanted nothing more than to kiss you, his core yearning to taste your sweet plump lips. But he was trying to restrain himself. He knew he couldn’t have you. None of them could.

Slowly he pulled away from you, turning his gaze back to the black lake. You could feel the heat still dancing across your cheeks. Dumbfounded you turned towards the lake as well, standing side by side with the man you yearned for. There was an unsettling silence, one you decided to break.

“Hey Tim?”

“Hmm?”

Your mouth ran dry, your nerves getting the best of you. “Nothing never mind,” You babbled. You wanted to tell him about the bug. The shoes. The paranoia. But you didn’t want to scare him away. Tim raised an eyebrow, digging in his jeans pocket. He pulled out a beat up box of cigarettes, the red and white box shining in the moonlight. “Cig? It would help you loosen up a bit,” He offered. You had never considered touching a cigarette a day in your life. But the box sitting in Tim’s hand couldn’t look more intriguing even if it tried. Slowly you pulled one out of the box, looking at it. Tim did the same, immediately putting the stick to his lips. “You’ve never smoked before huh?” He asked. Shooting him an anxious smile you chuckled. His bluntness relaxed your nerves, your shoulders relaxing.

“What gave it away?” You asked him. Tim began digging around in his pocket, searching for a lighter. “You mean besides the fact that you’re eyeing it like it’s poison?” Tim chuckled. You rolled your eyes, the brunette flicking the lighter. He gave it a few flicks, the lighter finally producing a small flame. He inhaled sharply, the end of the cigarette lighting. “Haha very funny,” You replied dryly. Tim grinned as he exhaled the tobacco smoke out of his nose. You blinked, your morals seemingly nose diving out of the window at the sight of him. “You’re holding it like a nerd, go ahead and place it in between your lips for me pretty girl,” Tim instructed. Your cheeks turned pink as you placed the cigarette in between your lips. “Great now keep it there. When I tell you to, inhale for me,” He said. His words were getting to you, from his praise to referring to do things for him.

It made your core throb with an ache you had ignored for a long time.

He brought the lighter to the end of your cigarette, sparks flying as he tried to ignite it. The lighter refused to ignite, Tim’s eyes narrowing. “While I figure this out, you wanna tell me what you were going to a moment ago?” He asked. He took a step closer to you, attempting to block the wind from extinguishing the flame. “I uh, it’s hard to explain,” You said, your cigarette still dangling from your lips. Tim shook the lighter, growing increasingly annoyed. “I have terrible insomnia, nothing you can say will scare me away,” Tim told you. He said it so nonchalantly.

“You have-?”

“Yes, now it’s your turn.”

You stood dumbfounded. Another fast breeze blew past the two of you, your hair flying in the wind. “Well I just, um, I feel like i’m being watched. All the time,” You explain slowly. Tim tried to ignite your cigarette again, the lighter very clearly out of fluid. “Considering you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever laid eyes on, I can believe that,” Tim chuckled. He took another large inhale of his cigarette, the foul stench flooding your nostrils. You felt like a ball of warmth, your mouth running dry. “You don’t mean that,” You say quietly. Tim raised an eyebrow, tossing the empty lighter aside. “I’m a lot of things, but i’m not a liar,” He whispered. Tim easily towered over you, your eyes meeting his, cigarette dangling from your lips.

Tim’s large hand guided you to hold your cigarette in between your index and middle finger, the orange end still on the edge of your lips. Quietly he moved closer to you, the two of you watching as the end of his cigarette hit the end of yours. With each passing second you grew more flustered, his face an inch away from yours. Despite the freezing cold weather outside, Tim made you feel an indescribable warmth. The kind that blossomed from inside of your chest and made your heart throb. “Inhale for me,” Tim murmured. You did as instructed, ignoring the feeling of flames engulfing your throat. You wanted to stay this close to him forever.

You felt the tobacco swirl around your lungs, your gaze landing on Tim’s. You removed the cigarette from your lips, allowing the wind to guide the smoke out of your mouth. “Feel better?” Tim asked. You began to cough, giving him a thumbs up as you looked away from him. Tim grinned as you bent over slightly, trying to clear your lungs and inhale oxygen. As his large hand patted your back you realized that you’d willingly throw yourself into his warm flames. No matter how much they threatened to burn you.

—> next chapter

[idioticvamp]

Favorite Tweek and Craig hcs??

oooo anon i had to take a moment to think abt this since i don’t share my own hcs at times !! it’s a long one eheh (i’ll try to hold back tho i would be here all day if i went on…i get too excited to yap !!!!) OKAY LETS START

TWEEK:

- on his looks ? despite how i draw him i feel like tweek would be painfully average looking guy (not as average and boring looking as craig ya feel me ?) he isn’t too good looking and mostly seen as unattractive (not to craig tho :3c)

- trans tweek that’s it (i have SO SO much more i could share on this hc and i really wanna tweak some details before i share it but i’m so shy cause i may have projected too much on him dhdhhd)

- i truly am a believer that tweek never drinks coffee ever again after he discovers he’s been drugged by his parents, he’d probs become more of a tea guy

- i feel like tweek wouldnt really have like a simple job (like cubicles or working for some company ya know ?) hed most likely be a piano tutor OR he gets to own his own bakery !!

- tweek in an effort to find every way to calm his mind and just be at peace with himself he most likely took up yoga to stretch all his stress away ! (to craig’s dismay since he’s dragged into almost EVERY session with tweek, he just can’t manage to stretch as good as tweek can and gives up halfway)

CRAIG:

- like i said abt tweek, craig is such an average looking guy too (tho is seen as more attractive but not super ultra handsome guy ya feel me ?) people are attracted to his looks and mysterious vibes until he starts talking (basically their illusion is shattered when he gives the usual middle finger)

- tucker genes are both a blessing and a curse: u get decent looks (laura) and great height (thomas) but it’s at the cost of: having intense hair growth on all ur body (laura) and male patterned baldness (thomas) (i guess tricia is saved from that last one…)

- ofc i’m an avid “craig is tall” believer cause really he’s that kid who can’t stop having insane growth spurts that by the time he’s 16 the lakers are hitting up his line they need him on their court !!! (or i guess denver nuggets..? since they live in colorado…nvm i’m not from america..)

- i know craig loving space and wanting to work for NASA is a big and well loved headcanon here (and i’m not hating btw !! it is fun !!) but i’m more of a craig thinks he wants to go to space until gets older and starts thinking how hard of a dream that is to acheive ya know and starts to lean more towards the STEM field in his studies he may not get to the stars but at least he can study them from the comfort of his home (and hey if u like craig being above 6’0 ft…NASA doesn’t recruit folks who are taller than 5’11 to be astronauts…true craig angst right there)

- craig being an avid guinea pig lover is amazing and i do think he sticks by it even when he’s old BUT !!! i do think he’d love to adopt a big fluffy dog in his future too ! reason ? none i just think it’d be cute teehee (practically begs tweek for it too…he later adopts a samoyed dog with him and names her nova)

IM SORRY if i didn’t include any nationality hcs cause i’m still thinking abt that (i do believe in craig being peruvian i’m just stuck thinking more on wether i put it on his moms side or not…and tweek well still working on that too TT)

ANYWAYS THANKS FOR THE ASK ANON SORRY I RAMBLED SM ITS 4AM ON MY SIDE OF THE WORLD AND I NEED SLEEP SO GOODNIGHT

[kiibykris]

Halo i saw ur shadownova posts and i i am REALLy interested on how that rarepair would work... Can u pleas yap more abt their dynamic,? i love xylitol + entps, i am hearing u out <3💙💙

Short answer: I started shipping them because they remind me of Kiibouma from Danganronpa. Literally the only reason why i considered shipping them.

Long answer: I feel like their dynamic would work similarly to Kokichi and Kiibo from Danganronpa, at least on the surface. Xylitol Nova Cookie is an intelligent, intuitive leader who cares very much for his people and wishes to protect them at all costs. Shadow Milk Cookie is a trickster and liar by nature, twisted into the Beast of Deceit from a once kind and great scholar. (iirc, I'm not a lore player i studied them JUST for this ship)

Yap session ahead

I feel like they could relate on the issue of "knowing too much"; Sage of Truth seems to imply Shadow Milk was a scholar of sorts and was turned into a Beast due to knowing too much, "the wonders of knowledge" turn into the horrors of knowing too much and eventually turning into "the world is built on lies". Xylitol Nova Cookie knows a black hole will swallow his planet, commenting "Knowledge is important, but knowing doesn't necessarily make you happy." The constant threat of inevitable death upon having worked so hard to build a utopian society of inventors must weigh heavily on his mind. He's also stated "Knowledge and truth— the values our planet strives for", which means Planet Xylitol is a prime source of knowledge and everyone values the truth— sound familiar?

I'm still working on how they would even meet, but I think a Pre-"Saving Planet Xylitol" AU/storyline could work, before Astronaut Cookie decides to help or even arrives at the planet. Xylitol Nova actually lies to his people about the Black Hole approaching their planet as to avoid any panic, perhaps Shadow Milk could step in somehow and sow a seed of doubt. His blue color pallette when he shapeshifts also fits in well with the other Xylitol Cookies.

Shadow Milk is technically an alien to them and since Beast Cookies have only been seen in CRK (at least for now) then that means the Xylitol residents won't know about him or his status unless they do research on him/the Beasts somehow. Xylitol Nova Cookie didn't even know that people greet each other with certain phrases during different times of day in the Sweet Signals From Space event, he learns it just to greet Astronaut Cookie while she's staying there so it's safe to assume he doesn't know most customs from Crispia let alone their important figures.

I actually imagine them meeting before the recent Beast Yeast episodes, pre-Pure Vanilla awakening. Xylitol Nova Cookie would be Shadow Milk's first exposure to a Cookie who understands him, but because Xylitol is someone he's never met unlike Pure Vanilla, the connection isn't as deep and doesn't send Shadow Milk spiraling like in Beast Yeast.

Anyways devsis if you're reading this ik you're adding more legendaries to CRK and since some space cookies (Space Doughnut, Stardust Cookie, Moonlight Cookie) are there can you um pretty pleeeaaassseeeeee add Xylitol at some point... heh....

Pls correct me if i got anything wrong I'm primarily a CRK player and read all the Sweet Signals From Space event just now from both the game and the wiki (i ran out of story keys) and I've been around for the Beast Yeast updates so I'm pretty good for Shadow Milk but there's barely anything for Xylitol Nova 💔

Also idk why you mentioned entps I'm an infp lmao

[phightingaus]

Heeeey, been a while since I popped in for a yap session.

Funnily enough this isn't a gear swap ramble, oh no no no. I GOT A NEW AU SUCKERS!!

It started with me drawing silly fusions of the phighting characters and then my brain said, "Hey we can make an au out of this." And so I did!

There's no story, it's more like an alt version of the Inpherno. Similar rules but a few differences. For example:

The Spawn works more like this: It takes two gears, doesn't matter if one or both have been used before and the inphernal spawned will have those two gears. The only rule is that there are no repeat mixes, so let's say there is an inphernal with a Skateboard and Sword gear. The Spawn wouldn't be able to create a new inphernal with those two gears until the inphernal dies.

Names: Instead of using the names of their gears inphernals pick a name they think suits them, mostly based on vibes and what they think is cool.

Anyway here are the characters I have in mind so far (not all are designed):

Agave: (Scythe + Vinestaff) Lone wanderer of Lost Temple and Thieves Den, while she isn't a part of the COTTE she does mercenary work for them. For a price of course. While to most she is an intimidating presence, to those that are close know her to be very kind but definitely snarky and a bit rude at times but that's part of her charm.

Sonic: (Coil + Skateboard and no not the hedgehog): Chill dude that's made his home in Playground, occasionally gets mixed with other gangs but he doesn't stay for long. Also he probably smokes weed.

Mal: (Medkit + Broker): Medic from TF2, they can and will steal your bones. Mal is short for "Malpractice" and they are 110% guilty of it. He is good at medical stuff, he just chooses to mess around and do things that most doctors definitely wouldn't do, that's how he lost their medical license. :P

Scourge: (Subspace + Darkheart): Menace to society, absolutely Bastard tm. They can and will curse you without warning and/or reason. Fun fact: I hc that Darkheart has four eyes like Windforce so all his fusions would have that design choice. Double fun fact: Scourge was spawned with three of his eyes on the left side of his face. But yeah, he's a bitch, not much else to say.

Frostburn: (Icedagger+ Firebrand): Very isolated, due to their contrasting elements their magic is very unstable. Their ice is unmeltable and their fire is unimaginably hot, because of this they stay far away from civilization in their tower. They don't mind because they're a massive introvert (just like me fr) but they do sometimes wish they could see other people purely because they haven't done it before.

Nova: (Rocket + Illumina): Overseer of Playground and honestly just done with everyone's shit, they don't interact with many other people and when they do they keep it short. Only one person has actually been able to keep a conversation with Nova but that's because they are a nosy little bitch that wouldn't stop bothering him.

Void: (Coil + Darkheart): The nosy bitch in question, he also oversees Playground but he's more like a local cryptid. Sometimes you'd see him sitting atop a building or in the corner of your eye, he very much enjoys messing with people but also keeps the peace by breaking up fights when they get too out of hand.

Lyric: (Valk + Rainbow (my OC)): Hermes from Epic the musical, gay little laugh and everything. Celebrity whose shows are always sold out, when they put on a performance they go 100% not much else to say but they are just Hermes.

Wave: (Boombox + Biograft): Literally N from Murder Drones, sweet lil guy that could absolutely kill you in a heartbeat but would rather not.

That's all I got so far, others I either haven't thought of lore and names for. :P

Oooo, I love this concept

Also glad to see another person who's both a MD and Phighting fan lol

[theallianceofcelestials]

Opinion on Nova and Frost (TSAMS)?

They're very scrunklies, and I'm enjoying the plot with them. Also, I think the names are a cool idea, and actually separate them much more than just calling the female ver Sunny for example. Also, it's kinda funny to me how one of them is a judge and one is an executioner, when Sunray has an AU that's kinda like that

Speaking of me and that AU, I'll be contacting their lawyer about copyright /joking/silly. I think I already mentioned them in a Yap Time session? Judgement and Punishment, as they're referred to :>

And I actually haven't watched an episode with them yet (I need to catch up on TSAMS as I am several weeks behind, haha..)

But they look so sklunkle. And I am visciously and lovingly shaking and scruffing them with my teeth. I like their names, and I love the concept of them :D Can't wait to catch up and actually see them in action

[tyrrible-twos]

Happy FFWF :)

I know for your current fic, one of the cool parts is you using your music knowledge for the AU. How do you go about research in general and deciding which real-life musicians and songs equate to their Jayvik counterparts?

Hello!! Thank you so much for the ask. I hope you're prepared for the absolutely Biblical yap session you've inspired. I've been chewing on this for hours. I hope that somewhere in this yap I answer the thesis of your question because I'm pretty sure I've talked around it.

The short answer? Chaos and listening until something hopefully sticks.

The long answer:

A lot of my general ideas and vibes came from like general Music History knowledge from college, as well as having also taught high school Music History.

So I knew from the beginning that I wanted the piece they created to either be based on something from the Romantic Period (19th Century) because it's characterized by really emotional and programmatic pieces OR something like VERY contemporary. Early ideas were something from Bartok or Stravinsky. I particularly like Russian composers from the Late Romantic just as a general rule. (During this time, nationalism became a Thing(TM), even in music and national song styles happened. The Russians cooked every time. So much hidden political protesting in their music.) I also really love Rachmaninoff but wasn't super familiar with him beyond his really famous works (both of his piano concertos).

This is all a really long way to lead me to how I got here. I did some Googling, like any good researcher, and found a couple reddit posts with some links in the r/ClassicalMusic community. I did a lot of listening. At this point, I was going into PYETM with a dream and some Vibes, and really, it was the vibes that spoke to me here, and it's how I settled on the Rach Cello Sonata.

I listened to a couple different recordings at this point. These were also suggestions from several Reddit posts/Google searches to give me a head start. Even if the music is the same, the expression is different performer to performer, and it's really the music that started to develop the plot rather than the other way around. I heard the way the conversations between the piano and the cello developed throughout the Sonata have shaped so much of the plot arc and pacing. Every thing from the minor-minor-Major-Major movement cycle to the antagonism and longing.

I have listened to the pieces in this fic .... too many times to count. The first several times, I just approached it as taking notes about my own thoughts and reactions. I really treated it like college, where I was analyzing pieces. Just so many so many hand written notes.

Then, I found this really great article to supplement my own opinions and also just to double-check myself, which pointed me in the direction of some of the descriptions I used. I really like that it was written by someone that isn't necessarily a professional musician, and the lay-people terminology helped me bring it to life in a way that (I hope) is accessible to people who aren't necessarily musicians either.

The rest of the music featured, like the guitar piece and the Brahms and the Bossa Nova vibe session, followed pretty much the same process. Lots of deep dives into classical music and latin/latin jazz music communities and listening to various pieces until one stuck out and I got that "lightbulb" moment, followed by double-checking my work with Wikis or articles as available.

I hope this has answered your question and that this information has actually been interesting. I could yap about the background work for this fic forever.

[skaianprecipice]

i can’t remember whether i did one or not but one more !! ‼️

I DONT THINK U DID... HI :)

this is diabolical, they want me to yap. okay guys. this is my favorite blorbo of all time, so be nice to me because this will be a lot of text.

jair loverne, a human thief of mind, is one of my oldest homestuck fankids, and is featured in the blue zenith story. before sburb, he was an aspiring robotics major at school, minoring in animal medicine. after the devastating and traumatic loss of his younger brother, however, he becomes a social recluse, giving up every hope of redemption in his life to become a cog in the metaphorical machine. he hates showing emotions and refuses to entertain them.

in canon: he joins nova austral, evie hanigan, and arya arikawa in a SBURB session, not realizing that nova A) has learned of his past through emotional blackmail, and B) plans on killing the other two players for their own reasons. after managing to save just evie out of everyone, he ends up dying. he meets maryol becoma (troll up there), and rebuilds his confidence in helping create the new universe and returns to life.

however, in this particular iteration - a sort of AU on my blog - he slowly but surely is a witness to nova's own healing trauma. they really hate each other, as you can see from the enemies meme up there, but over time, they slowly grow to form a sort of ... snarky camaraderie. because i want this.

the drawing of maryol and jair was by @/clockworkreapers. :)

(With every “!!” i get, I’ll introduce you to an OC!)

[nyastesticles]

I cant wait for you to finish season 2 so that I can show you my Yap session about Nova and why she's underestimated and that she's not the weak scaredy cat people tend to think she is <33

Im finishing S1 today when i get home !!!! Btw I NEEEEEED to know if Dallas will get a bigger role in S2 I BIBVIJFVHFVBUEFVJV IM BEGGINGGGG

[knightedmares]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @hexsie

YAYAYAYAYA IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!!! YOU'RE EIGHTEEN NOW!! THIS IS SUCH A BIG DEAL! YOU'RE AN ADULT AND PARTICIPATING MEMBER OF SOCIETY NOW! I hope you had fun at your party and on your birthday hehe.

That's it. Nothing else to say to you. Nope. No sir nothing down below.

(Woah a suspicious "Keep reading!" If you're not my beloved ringlight don't look shoo shoo go away /silly /srs)

OK I LIED! YOU'RE GETTING A LITTLE YAP SESSION! Can you believe its been 5 months since we first started actually talking to each other 😭😭 I mean this is the most loving way when I say that I think we speedran this a little. Oh well. 💖 Nova, you are SUCH a positive role, not just in the server, but in everything you put effort into. All the games that you play, the art you draw, the videos you watch, and ALL of the conversations you have, you put all of your energy into. You never leave anything unfinished or halfway through. You see something, and in your special confident way, you decide "I'm going to put all of my effort into this, and make sure I have a fun time while doing so." And it's not just you who ends up having a fun time. It's everyone that you share the experience with. Even if we have a bad day, we all leave a conversation with you with that tiny feeling that tomorrow will always be brighter.

Speaking of how your presence causes us to improve our own confidence, being in vc with you always cheers me up. Sometimes when I have a bad day, I just think "Ok I just have to get through these next few hours and then I can hop on call with Nova." Whether it's watching a VERY CHAOTIC Youtube video, or us playing a Roblox game THAT I CAN NEVER BEAT GRR, spending time with you always gives me the confidence to face another day, even when I have something terrible like a group project or a presentation. Your confidence has inspired me to speak up more myself, and I'm genuinely so grateful for having you in my life.

I'M YAPPING SO HARD RIGHT NOW YOU'RE JUST SO AMAZING AND AWESOME AND TALENTED GRRRBHDFHBJGFD!!! I'M SORRY FOR NOT POSTING THIS SOONER LITERALLY EVERYONE IN MY FAMILY INCLUDING ME HAS SOME TYPE OF ILLNESS IT'S BEEN A ROUGH FEW DAYS 😭😭

(I'm still waiting for our marriage smhhh. You promised a priest on speed-dial. Get to it Ringlight /j /silly)

[delphiniumiris]

More OC Sketches.

I'll just yap under the cut about them

Irwin - DND; He was my first DnD character that I made when a college friend offered to introduce my friends and I to dnd. We didn't get very far haha, we played like a handful of sessions but Irwin stayed with me a long time.

Nova/Noah - League of Legends Tumblr RP. I had him before Irwin tbh, I made him when I got really into LoL and found an rp community on tumblr.

Matthew Lopez - Scion TTRPG; An acquaintance I made playing DnD Adventurer's League (Like I joined a PF on facebook lol) introduced me to their gaming group when I said I was interested in the premise, made Matthew, got a lot of good friends, also he's probably my only character to date that had a complete arc, with his own ending.

[hockey-ghoul]

He cocked his own eyebrow up at the ghoulette, huffing and shaking his head. "I've been helpin where I can. Had a date the other night with her and Cali where we both did arts n crafts while drinkin whine. Set up play dates with the kits often since Glace n Nova are half sisters. And her dad's already gave me a shakedown as well, Apostle has changed a lot." Even though he was certain he did good as a partner there was always a lingering fear that he wasn't being helpful enough. "We have a lot of yap sessions too which is fun, mostly to bitch about Omega and our history with him." He wondered what Cowbelle and Luna used to do when they were together for a moment. Not out of jealousy, but out of curiosity if there was more he could do to help.

"So you're Cowbelle, hm?" The water ghoul stood in a doorway down a random hallway, glaring at the ghoulette. He looked pissed and scary, white eyes reflecting the light coming from the windows lining the hall. "Now I don't condone violence against women, n even though I'd love to fuckin throttle you for hurtin Lunes n Bo the way you did, I won't. But she will- GET 'ER GLACE." Bryce pointed at Cowbelle and the tiny little Glacier came tearing around the corner in her shark onesie, running on all fours and growling as she started trying to bite at Belle's ankles.

( @hockey-ghoul )

Cowbell turned around, their hair covering their eyes. "Yeah I- oh." Cowbell tilted her head watching Glacier run up to her, snorting and chuckling seeing the little one trying to bite her hoof. "Yeah I'm Cowbell and uh-" Cowbell knelt down and picked up Glacier, tossing her up in the air before catching her. "Cute little one... You're one of Luna's partner's, right?" Cowbell may be a bit too calm in this situation, but there was that undercurrent of sadness. Cowbell had just gotten out of the infirmary and talking with Luna. "I already know I messed up, man. Don't rub salt into my wound...."

@hockey-ghoul