#practicing curls out here yass

[momochimchim]

Today's drawings 🤸‍♀️ new characters yayyyy

[godzillin]

no one asked for this and I’m sure none of my followers care but here’s my opinions on the AWL remake character designs that that been revealed so far

First of all. I’m so fucking pumped for it.

I’ve never played AWL but I played the shit out of HMDS and HMDS cute so I love the Forget-Me-Not Valley folks. HMDS was actually my first harvest moon game so I have a lot of nostalgia for the setting and characters. It’s been too long since we’ve seen them and I’m so happy they’re back.

Okay. Here we go.

Nina

She looks the same! She’s so cute as always. I love Nina, her design is literally perfect I would not change a thing, peak character design right here. 10/10

Vesta

Her apron is gone! And she’s wearing a vest! Maybe I’m biased because I LOVE vesta, but I think she looks great. I do think it’s interesting they yass-ified cody, but Vesta didn’t get the same treatment. Not that it’s a bad thing, in fact I’d prefer it if Cody kept his old design. But it goes to show that strong, masculine characters do fit with the new Story of Seasons art style, so I’m not sure why Cody’s a twink now. More on him later though. 10/10

Chris

PANTS! While I do miss her pencil skirt, the pantsuit is cute. I love her tie. Chris reminds me a lot of my mom (they even have the same name) and she dresses just like her. Which is weird because they have totally different jobs. iirc, chris is a sports reporter/commentator which I think she conveys a lot more in the new design than the old one. She looks more athletic while still looking very professional. Her old design was more like a secretary or office worker or teacher. 10/10

Wally

HE’S WEARING SOME TIGHT ASS PANTS. And for what? I mean, they’re probably more practical to run in, but geez it’s funny to me. He’s rocking them though, can’t complain. 9/10

Hugh

Okay, this is the first design choice so far I take issue with. He’s wearing the same clothes as his old design, but something is off. Hugh was a lot chubbier in his older design. I miss his baby fat :( it was cute! And it also gave him a little bit more character, almost like he’s working out all the time to get slim like his dad. I miss his clumsy, dopey look. 6/10

Galen

This is another one I have a problem with. He looks exactly the same, which is fine. But they toned down cartoonish aspects of all the other characters (Marlin’s hunch, Gustafa’a nose) and didn’t do this with Galen. He looks extremely out of place. I think the best choice with him would be to give him a more realistic head shape and nose, just so he could fit in standing next to everyone else. He seriously looks like he walked out of a completely different video game. This wasn’t a problem in the original since everyone else looked super stylized then, too, but now he sticks out like a sore thumb. 4/10

Mukumuku

They gave him a bow :) I love it, literally perfect. He is an angel, I’m obsessed. I love his cute little bow. 11/10

Marlin

I like Marlin’s redesign! I always thought the Elvis look was charming, and Marlin was my bachelor of choice in HMDS cute because I thought he was so handsome. I like that they kept his grumpy resting face and his weirdly shaped eyebrows. I also like that he’s still got a hunch, but it’s less stylized and more realistic now. He looks more put together now, which I like, while still looking like he could be a farmer. My only complaint (and it’s a pretty big one) is… WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS CURLY HAIR. Why did they do him like that? I loved his curls!!! And now it’s brown instead of black?? That’s so weird to me. Mainly though it’s the curls. I miss his curls. Give him his curls back. Please, god. 7/10

Muffy

Muffy looks the same, except for some minor detailing on her dress. I always thought her original design kinda looked like she was wearing lingerie, LMFAO. I mean look at it, that’s a slip from Victoria’s Secret.

The new dress is a welcome change, and the cardigan she’s wearing looks more comfortable. I really REALLY like her new design. Muffy was my bachelorette of choice in HMDS, so again, maybe I’m biased. 10/10

Lumina

Well, she definitely looks older and more age appropriate. I do think it’s interesting they went with her child design as her initial look rather than her dress. If it was my choice, I would have started her in her dress and completely gotten rid of the school-uniform-looking outfit she starts the game in. It’s just a weird decision to me, but like I said, she still looks older now. 9/10

Nami

I’m gay. I love women. That’s all.

Okay but for real I’m so glad they got rid of her vest. It was SO UGLY, I hated it so much. She is so cute in the redesign. I think she looks so much better now. 11/10

Rock

I really like Rock’s redesign! The new art style really suits him. He didn’t change much clothing-wise (though I do like that his pants come in at the legs now) but I think he looks so much better with more realistic body proportions. I love it! Wouldn’t change a thing. 10/10

Gustafa

I… REALLY LIKE IT. I know I’m in the minority here but I LOVE his redesign. He is so cute. I think a lot of people dislike it because he looks so different in this art style, but really, his key features are the same. He’s wearing the same clothes, has the same hair, same face, etc. The only thing that’s really MISSING is his beard, witch hat, and his giant nose. He still has a pretty big nose, but now it’s, like, actually human sized. I can understand getting upset that he’s missing his beard, but I think he looks charming with stubble. Also, I like his bucket hat a lot. Honestly I love this redesign so much, I think it’s my favorite. If you ask me, this is how you redesign a character. 14/10

Cody

CODY NO, WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU? CODY PLEASE.

-148839294858929284/10

Then there’s the name changes. To put it bluntly, I don’t give a fuck. Molly or Muffy, Matthew or Marlin, they’re still the same characters. Like who cares, man? I only mention this because I’ve been seeing so many people complaining about it.

I wanna write more about my thoughts on the game but I gotta go to bed LMFAO ok goodnight

[ineffablegame]

I’m sure this has already been hc’d but if you will Allow Me:

The Fab 5 go to England.  They’re on a mission from God.  They find Aziraphale and Crowley, smitten and pining and fussy and afraid and ridiculous, and they know this is why they’ve been plucked out of the heart of America: to save these pathetic, middle-aged, clearly-besotted gays from themselves.

They burst into the bookshop in a flurry of Gay Drama and mics and cameras.  Aziraphale, who has been determinedly putting off a customer for the past fifteen minutes, looks up and sees JVN.  He freezes.

Crowley slithers out from behind a shelf and boggles.  “White Jesus,” he whispers.

Jonathan tosses his hair.  “In the fa-lesh!”

“I beg your pardon,” Aziraphale stammers, “who are you?”

“We’re here to deliver you from your sad, crusty old lives!” Jonathan says. 

The Fab 5 get down to business.  Crowley and Aziraphale are helpless to stop their onslaught.  But the Fab 5 have never dealt with immortal, supernatural entities before, so they have their work cut out for them. 

Bobby is determined to spruce up the bookshop, but soon realizes its cranky, fussy owner has a will the size of Mount Sinai and refuses to budge.  Every book must be kept in place, not one particle of dust disturbed.  Bobby’s suggestion that Aziraphale start selling eBooks to pep up business is met with glacial silence.  Crowley is no less stubborn, refusing to make his flat more homey with the addition of a sofa one might actually enjoy sitting on.  

“If I want to be comfortable, I’ll go to the bookshop,” Crowley says.  He means to sound disdainful and can’t understand why Bobby looks so touched.

Bobby gets one concession from Aziraphale - that potted plant will bring a little color to the bookshop, yes, I suppose that isn’t such an awful suggestion.  In any case, Crowley offered me one of his.

Antoni has his own struggles.  He’s used to finding food that repulses him, but he’s never had to contend with someone who has no food at all.  He scours Crowley’s flat from top to bottom and can’t find a crumb.  Just looking at the place, you’d think Crowley never ate at all.  Aziraphale is another matter - the little kitchenette above the shop is packed with sweets, cookies and cakes and chocolate-covered strawberries and, bizarrely, a plate of oysters sitting on the counter that never warms to room temperature.  “You should really try to balance out your diet,” he suggests.  

Aziraphale purses his lips.  “I am quite content with my diet, thank you.”

Antoni shrugs off Aziraphale’s chilly attitude.  The next day, disquieted by the oysters still sitting on the counter - really, they might still be cool, but that has to be unsanitary - he bins them.  Aziraphale gives him the kind of murderous, eldritch-horror look that would shatter Antoni’s mind if it weren’t for the amazing ability of the human mind to scab over inexplicable horrors.  Antoni spends a long time staring at the camera, horrified and not quite sure why he’s horrified.

Tan is simply confused.  Aziraphale and Crowley both dress well, even if the former wears clothes about 50-100 years out of date.  But he can’t pin down Crowley’s style.  The non-binary leanings are great, of course, but Tan has looked and looked and he can’t identify the clothing brands.  Crowley’s clothes don’t have tags.  Tan has never seen them advertised anywhere.  Convinced Crowley must have some obscure designer on retainer, he asks who makes them.  The demon just shrugs.  “I do.”

“Really!” Tan is intrigued.  “I didn’t know you designed clothes.  Even the shoes?”

“My what?” Crowley asks, distractedly.  Then he blinks. “Oh, yeah, the... the shoes.  The shoes I wear.  Ssssnakeskin.”

Tan doesn’t see much to be improved in Aziraphale’s classic - if antiquated - style.  But he loves a good French tuck, so he suggests that.  

“French?” Aziraphale says, looking absolutely revolted.  That puts Tan off right away.

Karamo hones in on the pining like a bloodhound on the scent.  In the back room of the bookshop, he sits on the sofa beside Aziraphale and gets down to business.  “So, I sense you have feelings for Crowley.  Tell me about that.”

Aziraphale flushes a delicate shade of pink.  “I-- I don’t, of course.  We’re friends.  Well, actually, we used to be enemies, but...”  And he proceeds to occupy Karamo for the next four hours with the story.  Karamo is entranced and a little heartbroken by the whole thing.  It’s almost as if the two have been in love since the dawn of time, and they can’t quite figure it out.  

Of all the Fab 5, Jonathan is the only one who isn’t remotely fazed by Aziraphale and Crowley.  He flounces around the shop, flipping through books and charming customers in a manner that is wholly antithetical to Aziraphale’s shop policy, which is to drive customers away.  Aziraphale and Crowley keep their distance, because - white or not - Jonathan does bear a striking resemblance to Someone they both knew, a long time ago.  When Jonathan beckons them to the chair, they are powerless to refuse.

“Let’s give this a little zhuzh, honey,” he says, running his fingers through Aziraphale’s curls.  The angel sits as still as stone, feeling coddled and vaguely threatened at once.  Jonathan considers his hair, chewing on his lip.  “Though honestly, your hair is already gorg.”

“Thank you,” Aziraphale preens.  “I have it, ah, styled by a barber once every two months.”  He hasn’t grown out his hair in fifty years, but the point still stands.  

“I can tell,” JVN coos.  “And ohmygosh, your skin is so soft.  Practically divine!”

“A-ah, yes,” Aziraphale stammers, a little afraid again.  “But it’s not.  Totally normal... human skin.”

Crowley fares no better.  “I love your hair!” Jonathan gasps, running his fingers through it.  “So fiery!”

“Ngk,” says Crowley. 

“Now, I know this sounds a little risky,” Jonathan says, “but have you ever thought about growing it out?  Like, long long?”

Crowley perks up.  “Did that a few times, actually.  One of my best looks.”

“I’ll bet!  I’m sure Aziraphale was literally all over you with that look!”

Crowley goes beet-red and chokes out, “Ngkngkngk.”

Later, to the cameras, Jonathan squeals, “Ilovethembothsomuch!  Oh my god!”

When the Fab 5 are about to leave, Aziraphale asks, with a little trepidation, “Who, ah, who nominated us?  If I may ask?”

“Some scary lady,” Antoni says, shivering.  “Though now that I think about it, we never got her name...”

“Scary but somehow super nice?  If that makes sense?” Jonathan puts in.  “Like, Mama Bear literally about to rip off your head, but also who loves you more than anything?”

They leave.  Standing outside the bookshop, watching the camera crew disperse, Crowley murmurs to Aziraphale, “You think that was really Him?  Seriously?”

Aziraphale shrugs.  “Could be.  That would be Her sense of humor.”

“Hmm.”  Crowley scuffs a toe on the pavement.  “Could I tempt you to a spot of lunch?”

Aziraphale wiggles on the spot.  “Yass, queen!”

[feverhalo]

Prompt time for sure!

taylor-tut said: YASS prompt time! How about some feverish Lance who has ridiculous chills and is complaining all through debriefing, irritating everyone else. As soon as debriefing is over, Pidge goes back to her room. Lance knocks on her door shivering and delirious outside her room, hoping that she might have a heated blanket.

This prompt lowkey wrecked me to read because poor lance but absolutely yes. Hope I did it justice. just dont ask about the title because i dont know either

Brain Freeze

"And now we've got that trading route back open for them, they're more than willing to spread the word of Voltron around. It was a pretty simple fare." Keith shrugged as he wrapped up his comment.

"Yeah, straight forward and everything-" Lance shuddered, "Can we be done now, please? I'm freezing. Still. Still freezing."

"Yeah, Lance, we know." Hunk sighed.  "I'm sorry man, I just don't think it was that simple. That seems fishy to me."

"It was that simple. I really don't know why you think is wasn't," Keith crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. Allura paced at the head of the table and tapped her chin.

"I think Hunk may be right," Lance groaned out loud. Allura shot him a glare and continued on, "It wouldn't make sense for them to send that level of distress signal for what sounds like it ended up being a construction job. It doesn't make sense, they had the technology to do so themselves."

"Its almost like it was a hijacked signal, or like someone told them to downplay it." Pidge pulled out a sheet of paper and started drawing a hurried map out. Lance had another shiver rip through him and clenched his teeth together to try and quiet the chattering. He still leaned over to watch Pidge draw out their idea even though he wanted to walk out and curl up under every blanket he could find.

"The original signal came from here, right? And we were led all the way over here, to unplug a mountain hole-" "Excavate," Hunk provided.

"Right, to excavate. But you said the signal level was like, what a level 3? Which was something like political kidnapping or unrest or something. Its almost like this was a distraction."

"Dis-di-distraction, huh?" Lance stuttered out, "Distrac-actions suck, h-huh?"

"Be more subtle, why don't you." Keith rolled his eyes again. Lance put his head down and groaned. His leg shook of its own accord, and the headache he had been trying to push out of his awareness bloomed to full force again.

"Give it a rest, all of you. I'm with Keith, it seemed straightforward to me. But, Hunk, you may be on to something there. I'm thinking we make some space, but keep tuned in on the area, just to see if anything crops up again, and in a day or two make a surprise visit. If it was straight forward, then no harm no foul- but if something more sinister is going on we can surprise them before they can suppress the issue from us." Shiro cut in.

"I'll look at the data logs and see if I can pinpoint anything else that seems off. Maybe look into more of the geography of the area. Hunk, do you think you could help me make something to figure it out? Kind of like an internet tracer, see if they've got something to mask anything else or maybe crossed wires somewhere?"

"Yeah, sure- though you even said the original signal came from somewhere else..."

"I'm not helpf-ful with this part, can I go? Seriously, I n-need a h-h-h-hot shower or something. I really d-don't feel good." Lance asked over Hunk and Pidge's side conversation.

"Just," Shiro sighed, "Can you wait another fifteen minutes Lance? We're almost done."

"You said that half an hou-" Lance faltered as he shuddered with such a force he nearly bit his tongue. "Half an hour ago."

"Okay, go warm up. Make sure you take some medicine, alright?" Lance nodded sloppily before he left the others to continue debriefing.

Forty minutes later, Lance heard Pidge's door open and shut from where he curled himself up in a corner with three thick blankets and every sweater he owned. He still shook with the chill settled over him. Even his breath was shuddering with the force of them.

His head was swimming, but he knew he'd freeze to death if he didn't get something more. It was way too cold on this planet. It had to be where they parked the castle- the cold seeped in and coated everything with a biting layer of ice. He should have kept his armor on, it would regulate it, but he forgot where he left it after getting back.

Lance dragged himself to standing despite the trembling and shuffled himself across the floor. The cold bit through his sock and he lamented the loss of his other slipper under the bed. It was gone now, he couldn't get it wrapped up as much as he was. He blinked his eyes open as wide as he could to clear the dark spots that cropped up when he stood. He needed to be able to watch for any patches of slick ice. So far it seemed to have enough texture to it that he didn't slip, but it was still getting colder.

He leaned against the wall as he shuffled to Pidge's door. It wasn't far to walk, but it exhausted Lance so fully he was nearly ready to sit on the floor. He knocked on the metal door with a hand fisted in blankets. It was muffled, but did the job as it slid to the side to show Pidge.

"Lance? G-"

"P-pidge! You need t-to put your armor back on!" Lance gaped, Pidge had changed out of the protection of the armor into their cargo shorts and a t-shirt. Lance's heart raced, they'd freeze. Pidge was going to get frost bite if they didn't put something warm on soon.

"What? Did Allura call everyone again? I didn't hear- wow Lance, are you okay?" Pidge frowned and leaned in close. They stared up at Lance's pallid face, taking in the dark shadows around his eyes and the contrasting red high on his cheeks. "You look like hell."

"Do you have a heat-heated blanket?" Lance slowly closed his eyes and held them shut. Here he was asking for another blanket, and Pidge was running around in shorts. "Y-you should use it. Something's wrong with the castle- all the cold is getting in."

"Cold getting in?" Pidge pulled on Lance's arm. They tugged at him to bring him inside to sit down on the bed. He was shaking so hard it looked like he'd fall over. "I have one, wait here, okay?"

"I'll share. I-" Lance swallowed hard. He was getting a lump in his throat- this was too much to ask. He should be fine with his blankets. Pidge was so much smaller and would lose more heat than him. "Well, I mean its yours, so if you're okay with taking-"

"Stop talking, Lance." He opened his eyes to see Pidge standing there with a stiff looking bundle of fabric with a long white cord, and a thermometer in their hand. "I'll plug it in, but it needs a minute to warm up."

"Thank you-!" Lance's eyes watered. It stung and made the lump in his throat so much harder to talk around.

"Its no problem," Pidge's voice softened and they put their hand on the top of Lance's head as they walked by to plug in the blanket. They stepped up onto the bed and sat cross-legged beside lance and fiddled with the cover of the thermometer. "Why is the castle broken?"

"The c-cold of outside is getting in. All that snow is probably in the airlock now." Lance sniffled back his tears. A few still ran hot tracks down his face. Pidge leaned forward and tucked Lance's hair behind his ear while he talked, "You- snnf - its so cold, you'll get frostbite."

"One sec, I'm going to put this in your ear, okay?" Lance'd breath shuddered with another strong chill, but he nodded all the same. He crinkled his nose at the weird sensation of the plastic probe in his ear, but Pidge's hand smoothed his hair and their thumb kept up a constant, comforting rub just behind his ear. The short beep of the device starting seemed too loud, but Lance sat as still as he could.

After a minute, it trilled three beeps in quick succession and Pidge pulled it out to look at it. The blanket gave a beep as well, and with a distracted hand Pidge picked it up and passed it over to Lance. Pidge bit their thumb nail; the thermometer read Lance's temperature at 103.5 and they had a hard time deciding on the right call to make.

"Shit, Lance," Pidge's voice broke and Lance looked at them. He tried to figure out why they looked so sad. "The castle is broken?" His heart sank, that had to be why.

"No, the castle is okay. I think I need to go get Shiro, will you stay here?" Lance spun his head around so fast Pidge expected to hear a crack.

"You can't! Its too cold." His eyes were so wide Pidge leaned back in shock. "I don't want you to get hurt." "I won't, I promise. Shiro can help fix it." Not a lie, he had more experience at this sort of thing. Lance was shaking the blankets until he freed a hand. He grabbed onto Pidge's arm with a hand so unbelievably warm. They looked at him, and his eyes were practically spilling over again.

"Give me two minutes, okay? I'll stay, I want to get you something to drink. I'm just going to my bathroom, okay?" Lance nodded, but Pidge still had to give a good tug to get their arm free. They came back with a cup of water and some of the painkillers they had stocked up. Chemically ibiprophen, called something they couldn't pronounce, and branded under another planet's language. "Here, drink it and take these, it'll help. You're going to get sore from shaking so much."

"P-pidge," Lance shut his eyes while he tried to regain his composure. He felt so stressed. "Okay, thank you." Pidge watched him take the medicine and he drank the whole cup without needing them to prod at him. Pidge really hoped he hadn't taken any earlier, but if he had it hadn't worked.

"Oh! You're going to get too cold, Pidge-" Lance whined. He struggled with his blankets, trying to free one to give to Pidge.

"I'll be ok Lance, I'm not cold. See," they made Lance touch their arm to try and ease his worry. Lance shuddered again, though Pidge couldn't tell if it was the fever or emotions he was fighting with. "You gonna be okay?"

"I'd feel better if I knew you won't freeze. Did you call Shiro? You said he'd fix the castle." Lance's eyes drooped. He was still wracked with shivers, but all the worry and activity caught up and his energy flagged.

"I'll text him." Pidge leaned back against the wall on their bed beside Lance. They typed out a quick message. 'Lance is really sick, thinks the castle broke. Pls come help, he needs you to 'fix' it.' Pidge let out a breath, and Lance leaned back on the wall with them. "Here."

Lance looked over, slowly, and saw Pidge with their arm held out. He started with a panic, before recalling what Pidge said. Shiro was going to fix it. They weren't cold yet. It would be okay.

"Do you wan't this now?" His voice was less halting and stuttered now, the warmth had finally sunk into his bones and fought off some of the chill and the fatigue had started to overpower him. He still shook, but not nearly as violently.

"No, you keep that. Lean on me, it'll help you warm up."

"And keep you warm too." Lance sniffled again. Pidge rolled their eyes, but it was lost on Lance who flopped into Pidge's shoulder. Pidge pushed the blankets down off of Lance's shoulder and rubbed their hand up and down his feverish arm- the heat even seeping through the layers of sweaters he had on.  He laid on their shoulder and tried to fight off the exhaustion. Pidge felt him tense and relax in intervals and switched to running a hand through his hair to keep him relaxed until he dropped off to sleep.