#rotation 11

[tainoodles]

Venus immediately handed the baby off so that she could crawl back into bed.

Thankfully her family are all thrilled about the new addition. Also please admire this photo of all of the female members of the Fairyfloss family all in one room.

[egophiliac]

absolutely flawless plan, everybody. great job.

[ookamihanta]

robin and supergirl have to go undercover at a ball

without text ver lol

[chalamet-chalamet]

Beyond cute

[yhwcomeback]

Hand slipped so hard that I drew the wrong blonde ninja with daddy issues

[mwolf0epsilon]

The Unlucky Tug's season 13 & Hero of the Rails Retrospective video got me thinking about Spencer... As a character we really don't have much on him do we? (Which is ironically fitting since he's a private engine)

Come to think of it, most of what we know of Spencer are a handful of crumbs you can count off your fingers (that he's proud of being a speedster, that he enjoys his work as a private engine, that he's not overly fond of Sodor's engines, etc...), and just a few personality traits you can parse from watching how he interacts with others (which often amounts to him being a pompous jerk who cares more about his status than actually behaving in a way that upholds that status with grace). Other than that, we don't really know who he is or what he did before he became the Duke and Duchess of Boxford's privately owned engine...

Sure, he's an A4 Pacific but... Is he meant to be a specific one?

Every engine in the railway series and the tv shows has a proper basis one can refer to. Even if some of them are fictional members of a specific line of engines or heavily altered (Gordon as his class's imperfect but no less endearing prototype, Edward being a surviving member of his class despite all of the Larger Seagulls having been scrapped in actuality, James being a custom fleshed out in the series, and Henry being a personification of one class configuration being rebuilt into another, etc...the list is never ending here!) they still have a concrete basis you can look at and equate them to.

With that in mind... Is Spencer supposed to be one of the Silvers? The first batch of A4s that pulled the Silver Jubelee and didn't escape scrapping? If so, is he meant to be a fifth fictional member of the Silvers or is he actually one of them under a new identity?

I've seen the latter idea being toyed with a lot (and I do vibe with it because second chances at life freaking slap as a character arc!), but the former idea... The one where maybe he's a secret fifth member that was never really in prominence compared to his older siblings (overlooked and ignored)... It also does seem fitting doesn't it?

Especially considering none of his fellow Silvers survived.

What I'm getting at, is that Spencer strikes me as someone who's deeply insecure to the point he'll latch onto what he thinks is his (his status for example), and protects it with such jealous ferocity that it makes him a very difficult engine to get along with.

If he were one of the Silvers who somehow miraculously got bought by the Duke and Duchess of Boxford when he was going to be scrapped, it definitely makes sense why he tries to seem like he's more than he really is. Making himself out to be important would ensure he continues to remain useful enough that he won't see the cutter's torch so soon...

But it also makes him a potentially very unstable and volatile individual if he gets it in his funnel that someone is threatening his position/existence. Literally anything minor can be blown out of proportion. Including something as harmless as a cheeky little tank engine trying to show him up, and humiliating him in front of his lifeline...

Because trying to get a fellow steam engine scrapped due to a wounded ego is DEFINITELY a disproportional response to his petty squabble with Thomas. And his later reaction when Hiro rescues him shows this too. If Spencer were that much of a jerk that he is all for getting someone else scrapped, he wouldn't have changed his mind so easily.

Spencer's lack of a backstory not only bothers me, it also makes his behavior all that much more interesting to study under a microscope... Just what did he go through that THAT was the only way he thought was appropriate to get back at Thomas? Especially when later it becomes very apparent he didn't mean it...

Who were you Spencer? What did you see?

[drylite]

for wip wednesday: some clegan i don’t have a solid footing with just yet feat. chekhov’s lipstick

A shadow falls over the table. A blonde Bucky’d been making eyes at, earlier in the night, when the room was a set of prospects instead of a smear of color and noise. Margot, Gale heard her called. With her hair set in sweeping curls and a button nose that crinkles when she says Bucky’s name.

It takes Bucky a second to swing his consciousness around to front. Gale nudges him in the ribs with the point of his elbow.

“Hi, there,” Bucky says, for all intents and purposes present and delighted. “Here to take me up on that dance?”

That sweet wrinkle again. “If you’re not preoccupied?”

“Too preoccupied for you? Never,” Bucky says, a touch of theatrical reassurance to it. “Just let me—“ He raises his glass to her like a salute before tipping it back to drain. In his periphery, held in the hot angle of John’s underarm, Gale watches his Adam’s apple bob.

Margot waits with a face like humoring him is a joke Bucky’s in on. She laughs an encouraging little laugh, and touches up her lipstick in a small gold mirror.

“There we go,” Bucky says with gasping relish.

“Treat the lady good,” Gale says, while the boys around the table play gentlemen, tucking their grins into their pint glasses.

“Cross my heart,” Bucky says, and when he stands, his hand slides down Gale’s back, his fingers pressed to the fabric, five points of weight and force.

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

the charlie bone series is jam packed with so many children who have intense cases of fascinating-little-guy disease

[sol-thorne]

More random ina11 headcanons because these boys live rent free in my head:

- Gouenji is neurodivergent, undiagnosed, and is the "way too much eye contact what is wrong with you" type

- With what happened with Kageyama and his legal father being not really present in his life, Kidou ended up seeing coach Kudou as his main father figure. Him and Fuyuka became very good friends because of that.

- Kazemaru and Midorikawa have a huge sweet tooth, especially for cake and pastries

- Sakuma's hair is naturally silver, no one knows why

- Saginuma is very careful with his appearance, takes care of his hair and skin, and has a lot of interest in fashion. He is a proper pretty boyTM with a murderous aura

- Ichinose is bisexual

- Touko's dad is very supportive of her being trans and lesbian, but has a hard time with lgbt terminology and ends up being lowkey embarrassing sometimes (she still loves him though he tries hard)

- Hibiki regularly visited Yuuka during the Aliea arc when her brother was away

- Kidou has a comfort penguin plushie and physically cannot sleep without it

- Speaking of Kidou, his autism makes it hard for him to tolerate bright lights, especially in indoor stadiums (like at Teikoku). His goggles, aside from helping him focus his sight, also help dim the lights (hence why he wears them even outside of games)

- Endou hates baths so much because of dysphoria

- Endou and Touko bonded over being trans and were baffled to learn that the girls thought they were having a romantic thing (mlm wlw bffs)

- Endou being trans is also why Fuyuka didn't recognize him at first (he changed a lot)

- Oh my God the Inazuma caravan is basically autismland

- After the Aliea arc, Hiroto moves in with Hitomiko and she spoils him a bit too much

- Someoka, Saginuma, Tobitaka and Genda grow facial hair early on through puberty

- Fudou actually doesn't like his haircut anymore but he's too proud to admit it looks stupid and grow his hair.

- During the FFI, Kidou, Sakuma and Fuyuka do most of the translating and interpreting since they're the only ones who speak several languages

[simmingwormly]

Wormville: Rotation 11: Cemetery Confrontation

This is what if a short wormwriting and a gameplay update had a sickly child.

"Funny how every time I visit him, it starts to rain."

"The audacity you have showing up here."

Victor smiles. "This is a public cemetery. Is it so audatious of me to take a mournful stroll?"

Lester returns his smile. "I guess not. I guess stalking the graves of your victims is a completely normal behavior."

"I understand you loathe seeing me here. I am going to take my leave. Just... perhaps 'Victor, could you go away, please?' would've worked better next time."

From the Beldine's hand movements, Lester recognizes he's preparing for another Magivestigium.

"Wait," they interrupt him.

Victor looks at them, eyebrows raised.

"Now that you're here, Beldine, I actually want to talk to you."

Lester takes a few steps to him. "You... you should've..."

But it's hard to articulate, even though they've been right here saying the exact same thing thousand times in their head.

"Should've what? Not killed your brother? I know, Lester. I know that."

"Let me speak!"

"...apologies." Victor looks all but apologetic.

Until Lester actually utters their next words.

"You should've taken me instead."

The Beldine's smug expression is gone. "Pardon?"

"You were bound to kill. But you should've left Balthazar alone and gone after me!"

Victor nods, slowly. Then he gives Lester a slight bow.

"I... see. For what it is worth, were you still with your birth clan, I... would have. I have only chosen Balthazar because I was convinced I need to kill 'an enemy witch,' and you were out of reach."

"You truly are a rotten excuse for a person." Lester impulsively pokes him.

That seems to break the spell of the moment, and make Victor lean in a little, and lower his voice, "At least I am not the one dressed like my late brother."

Lester scowls. "Seriously?"

"Did you buy a very similar vest to what Balthazar used to wear, or is it... authentic from his closet?"

"Of course you'd mock that. I'm honoring him. I would elaborate, but it would've wasted on your soulless ass."

That seems to unexpectedly take Victor aback.

"Honoring him? Don't make me laugh!"

Lester just raises their eyebrows, frowning in both indignation and... confusion.

It takes the Beldine a moment to find words. "His... His love for you was... so... so innocent, he saw you as his biggest idol!"

"What are you-"

"Yet he also felt so much resentment. He felt worthless next to you, he felt like an afterthought in the family! His whole life, he felt like he could never escape your shadow! And you never made a crumb of effort to help him!"

At that moment, Lester doesn't even question Victor's words, they just yelp out their response in pain. "But- I didn't know that he felt that way!"

"And now you are parading around in his clothes! 'Honoring' him!"

Lester looks away for a moment. Then they scowl. It dawns on them.

"What do you know about Balthazar anyway? How can you lecture me about what he did or didn't feel? You are lying, Beldine. You want to torment me, and you've almost succeeded again."

"Keep soothing yourself."

"We'll see who'll need soothing. You might've manipulated the priest and my sister into letting you off the hook, but I'm not that merciful."

"That is not advisable, Lester. Stop casting!"

Lester keeps chanting.

"STOP CASTING!"

Lester keeps chanting.

"Alright..."

(Since in game, the spells witches use take a very, very long time to cast, Victor had enough time to start chanting his counterspell. I was actually curious about what will happen in this situation. Presumably, the one to fire first, granted their spell doesn't backfire, will interrupt the other's action. I let it take its course, expecting Lester to get Victor's ass, since they started casting sooner. I was rooting for them...)

Lester lost.

But for some reason, Victor stuck around and waited for his opponent to come back to their right mind.

"That was it? You overpowered my spell just to cast Spiritus Poultria on me?"

"I do not wish to cause you or your family further harm."

"That's about as believable as your psychoanalysis of Balthazar."

Victor takes another step forward. "I do not need you to believe me. But we both know I am capable of worse than the chicken curse, so make what you will of that knowledge."

Lester leans in. They're a little taller than the Beldine, and before they swiftly withdraw the next moment, they almost touch his forehead with theirs.

"And I am capable of worse than this."

"Ow!"

Lester exhales, savoring the sight of their enemy hiding the print of their hand with his palm. "Not here, Victor... The Entity forbids it. Go with me in front of my house."

Victor sneers. "What? So you can attack me more?"

Lester lowers their voice, almost to a whisper. "Yes, actually. Are you scared of an old-fashioned fight? You can strangle a man while sapping out his lifeforce, but you're too afraid of fists?"

The Beldine pushes up his glasses and makes eye contact. "I do not like your implications."

"Then why did you wait for the curse to pass, if not to fight? No spells, no weapons, no dirty tricks. One on one," Lester chuckles. Then they outstretch their arms. "You talk about 'Beldine honor' a lot. Come on and show me!"

Victor hides his hands behind his back. "I find these words crude and offensive in any other context," he says, the corners of his lips raising slightly, "but you are quite literally asking for it."

"Let's just say I yearn to see your face bleed and I can't do it here." They make another step towards him, baring their teeth.

Victor doesn't back away. He leans forward. So close that when he speaks, Lester can smell the minty toothpaste and feel the warmth of their enemy's breath. "Well then... Allow me to accept your challenge. Lead the way."

They walk together. It's just across the street.

"Here?" Victor chuckles. "No soft surfaces, no audience to rescue you..."

"I will not need rescuing," Lester says and stretches, "and I prefer private to remain private."

"Alright. Just one thing," Victor smiles and puts his glasses in his pocket, "a word of courtesy from a life-long wearer to a novice - you'd want to take yours off for this."

(of course I forgot to actually take their glasses off for the screenshots. Please, imagine them glass-less.)

"Let me see what Percy taught you!"

"Not very much, I see..."

Lester gasps for air, trying to get out of the headlock, but Victor is holding them too tightly. "Eat shit and die..."

"In a different world-"

In a different world, what? Lester doesn't even want Victor to finish the sentence. They can imagine it. They are on the ground, defeated, and if he says it-

He says it.

"In a different world we could have all been friends."

Lester groans.

Victor dusts off his hands. "I hope you found my performance satisfactory."

Lester stands up and turns back, giving Victor an empty look. "In that world I would've been dead. The only world our families could get along is that where I do not exist."

The Beldine stays silent.

But a different voice breaks the quiet. "If it isn't Victor! Good evening!"

"Good evening, Oliver."

"Beautiful weather today, isn't it?" Oliver's neighborly smile disappears in a blink. "Anyway, if you do not leave my spouse alone and immediately remove yourself from our property, I will call the police."

Victor keeps smiling, though, as if nothing was said. "Understandable. I was about to leave anyway. Have a magnificent night."

Oliver puts his pretend smile back on. "You too! Say hi to Fabian!"

"Are you alright? Did he do anything to you?"

"A few bruises... it's nothing concerning."

"That guy's a demon. First Balthazar, and now he assaults you!"

"Actually..." Lester smirks. "This one's on me. Besides some minor hiccups on the way, everything went according to plan."

Something twinkles in Lester's eyes, as they show their husband a handful of brown hair in their hand.

"It has only just begun, Victor..."

So, that's it! By the way, the last picture is also a good look at Lester's middle-aged makeover! It's only very subtle, They style their hair a little differently now, have a few wrinkles and use more fem makeup. Anyway, I hope you liked this... thing. The next stop? The Fiera household! (I'm keeping Elaho-Inipps for last, taking them as the "I" in the alphabetical order, not the E)

[jokeanddaggerdept]

[tainoodles]

Even Hunter goes out of his way to watch after the baby. Princeton has a lot of love in this house.

But with that, this round is over, so we will see how this little guy ages up next time.

[nocturnal-ds]

Very amusing watching people trying cope with Mitsi's death and Chosen's part in it right now.

Meanwhile, I always thought that even if Chosen never intentionally harmed someone, there was no way that no one died during those years. It was the backstory for an OC I had. So my opinion of the guy literally hasn't changed at all.

[ahollowgrave]

i never take the 24 hour maintenance serious until its 24 hour maintenance.............

[spoinky-the-exuberant]

Chat I'm cooking up some David fanart I'm definitely going for some religious undertones here but it needs more time in the microwave

[buttercupart]

I’ve toned it down in recent months but please be aware that I can do and will get real autistic about my friends ocs out of nowhere, a switch gets flipped and then I nonsensically post about + draw + reblog seemingly uncorrelated posts I relate to them, all at once, in a frenzy, during all hours of the day and it really is like trying to wrangle a crocodile when this happens