#the brainworms. that's the only explanation

[lloydfrontera]

just had the absolutely mortifying realization bk moon is quite probably the author who's work i've read the most. not only that but he's the only author who's work i actively keep up with through no little effort of my own. absolutely embarrassing someone take the fucking shot right now OTL

[14dayswithyou]

Ren's favorite color is dark teal! My brain is so full with brainworms about this game. <3 I hope you have a wonderful day! I know you have answered this question for Violet and Ren already, but I would love to know what the rest of the cast would play (Race, Job) in FFXIV and what they would like to do the most there. 🙏 Thank you so much! <3

@waitlexist asked: Do you have any headcannons for Violet in MMOs? I ADORE MMOs(seriously, she’s a florist and a gamer? I want her so bad), and I’d love to hear a few headcannons about her! Also maybe some about Ren, Angel, and Violet all in a guild together? I like to imagine my Angel is as much of a gamer as me, and I can see Ren acting as an anon guildie to hangout with her. Although I’m not sure if he’d be a rouge-ish type class(or maybe Death Knight’s like in WoW), or a healer to keep Angel alive? I’m leaning toward the former, but I could also see the latter. Thank you, I’m sorry for the text wall KSKSJDJSJSBA ahem. Seriously, thank you for making this game. I dream of the day I can be in a poly relationship with Ren and Violet(v-type, if anyone knows what that means) ok I’ll stop yapping now! Thank you again, lol!

⌞♥⌝ Y'all will need to pay me $14,000 to shut up about FFXIV T_T In this essay, I will—

I like to imagine that Violet plays FFXIV every so often and somehow always has her jobs levelled up to the max. She plays as a Miqo'te who /gposes all the time in Il Mheg, and if she's not doing that, then she's hardcore raiding with some of her online friends.

I've mentioned this before, but Ren would be a Viera and play any support class like Scholar or Sage (because he thinks they look like cunty librarians /silly) — except he'll only heal Angel and refuse to buff/shield anyone else. If others notice this, he'll drop a single healing AoE in the most inconvenient place and leave them to fend for themselves.

[REDACTED] is a max-height Au Ra and claims that he exclusively plays as a Warrior because of the insane self-sustain — but it's actually because he forgets that there are other people in the party aside from Angel and refuses to be healed by anyone other than them. Always likes to Shirk Violet whenever there's a tankbuster <3 It drives her insane <3

My personal headcanon is that Violet was the one who got Jae into FFXIV (because they were classmates back in high school, and they both have a common interest in video games)!! He likes to collect all the minions and mounts, and often pretends to be new to the game to get free gil from veteran players. Jae also started out as a Miqo'te, but used his free fantasia to become a Hrothgar instead since he never seems to come across any.

Moth is an Elezen Dancer one-trick who always gives Angel the Dance Partner buff, no matter what job they're playing. It takes twenty minutes of Ren /playdead-ing in a corner and Violet explaining certain game mechanics for them to reconsider giving the buff to someone else. In turn, Moth always makes it a point to chew out Ren whenever he gives Angel the Kardia buff.

I also think it'd be funny if no one knows that Olivia plays FFXIV from time to time — and if she somehow ends up being the one who brings the gang together via an FC. Maybe someone she had a crush on in the past played the game, and wanting to impress them, she started playing the free trial. Now she's a level 100 Lalafell Pictomancer who always seems to fall for the hot characters AFK-ing in Limsa (a.k.a Violet lmaoooo).

If these guys were all in a Free Company (essentially a guild) together.... Hell on earth lmao T_T

There's always one person who keeps eating the food Moth uses as interior decor and it's tearing them apart. Violet now AFKs inside the FC house to find out who it is.

Olivia keeps inviting random people to the house and leaving them there without any explanation. There are literally four strangers also AFK-ing with Vi in the basement right now... Who are they... Why are they here...

As for Violet herself, she just wants to grow her plants outside in peace, but everyone keeps moving the furniture and blocking her path. Also... Whoever chose the housing exterior needs to have their subscription cancelled (it was Jae).

Ren keeps trying to convince Angel to share a room with him T_T And when he finally gets what he wants, it's at the cost of having Haurchefant's portrait stare down at him whenever he uses /doze next to them on the bed. He'll forever curse Violet for gifting that portrait to Angel.

Jae wants to build an entire submarine underneath the FC house for some reason????? He says it will help them make gil?????? And Violet is so on board???????? She's already a gilionare and a marketboard fiend??????

And if they were to all raid together... Hell everywhere djhsgsj ^^;

Violet got fed up with Ren's constant Shirking, so she picked up Dark Knight and frequently uses Living Dead to scare him.

Ren, in turn, started playing as a Sage and constantly Rescues her off of the map whenever she does this.

Jae likes the Viper job because he can make his glam pirate-themed, but he also enjoys Summoner because it comes with a Carbuncle he can pretend is Maple. Whenever Jae doesn't get healed, he'll summon Bahamut right on top of Ren to annoy him.

Since Moth has been banned from using Dance Partner on Angel, they've switched to Samurai and found that it's way more fun. They also really appreciated all the tips Violet gave them on how to play their job more efficiently.

Olivia gets mad every 5 seconds because nobody aside from Violet stands inside her Starry Muse AoE... and because Ren isn't giving her any attention shgjjsg ^^; She purposefully tries to out-damage Moth in hopes of getting his attention, but it never works.

I also have some more Violet & Ren FFXIV headcanons here!!

[phantomfallacy]

Had a chat with some friends, came to the conclusive brainworm where Wriothesley’s handcuffs don’t have a key.

The key is actually his elemental signature and a Cryo construct in the form of a ��key.” So to unlock it, people will only see him tap it, and ‘click.’

A more technical explanation can be that the lock grooves inside are a maze, requiring a malleable “key” to hit all the right spots before it opens. A physical key with all the right teeth won’t even be able to fit in the opening.

Not every Cryo user can open the cuffs though.

Notice the gem at the ends of the cuffs that correspond with the one at the tail of his coat, and Neuvillette’s brooch.

Consider the Condessence Crystal. It is a malleable but tough material that is allegedly bestowed by the heavens, for “humanity to forge wonderous objects.” Is it far fetched to assume that it can channel someone’s elemental energy (two someone’s, even), and make it so that it’s the one signature that they’re keyed into? Like modern biometric locks.

So step 1: you have to have a Vision.

Step 2: you have to be Wriothesley.

Step 3: you have to know the “passcode/pathing” of the lock mechanism.”

Step 4: you have to have the elemental mastery to manipulate your element into the exact shape of the pathing.

It’s a four-layered security system. Of course you can’t just have one keyholder. The warden needs a backup keyholder, in case of mishap and emergencies. Who else than Neuvillette, the one he trusts the most?

Imagine Wriothesley waking up one day forgetting the pathing and he goes to Neuvillette for help 😂 or…it was intentional all along. 😏 Just wanted to see his partner in law.

[lavendermin]

crucify me in your bed | chigiri hyoma

chigiri hyoma x reader

wc | 1k

genre | established relationship, childhood friend Isagi the honorable mention

warnings | nsfw, mdni, dacryphilia, subspace, chigiri the fiend who wants to see your makeup run unfortunately, overstimulation, blacking out implied

note | thank you to @lorelune for feeding my brainworms with your ask. I’m normal about this (I’m not)

There's a vast array of products littering your vanity. An organized chaos as you pick up one and dab on another, knowing well the lay of your land. Your face is concentrated as you work on your meticulous makeup routine one layer after another. A soft tune fills the room as you hum along to whatever is playing quietly on your phone.

"Is all that necessary?" Isagi leans against the door frame of your room. He's crashing at your place until his flight that leaves early tomorrow morning. You live much closer to the airport than he does, and what are you if not a sympathetic childhood friend.

"Mhm," you respond flatly, entirely focused on applying a light coat of mascara. "Chigiri is picking me up. You have your spare key?"

"Yeah."

"Passport, cards, toothbrush–"

"Yeah, yeah. Focus on your eyes or you'll lose them," he chuckles. You hum, only half-listening.

Isagi watches intently as you finish off your makeup with several fixing and finishing sprays. Of course he would assume you're finished. You smack his hand away when he starts putting away your things in your cosmetics bag. The frown he gives you is more of a perplexed pout than annoyance.

You grab another eyeliner.

"Don't touch my stuff," you scold without missing a beat as he leans on your vanity and starts picking up random products that lay askew.

"Two mascaras? Two… eyeliners? I don't even know what half of the other things do."

You let him be, focusing on your last layer of eyeliner and mascara. Only offer him a shrug.

"One is waterproof and one is runny. You wouldn't get it." He makes a face and you smile at him through the mirror. A fox's mischievous grin. "If I'm going to get fucked and have my makeup run, it has to look good."

Isagi's face goes beet red at your casual explanation. Even so, he tries to play it off casually with a scoff.

"I don't need to know."

The bell rings followed by a few heavy knocks just as you finish and rush to pack everything up.

"Your dick appointment is here," Isagi mutters. You gasp indignantly and punch his arm, both of you unable to shake off the fit of giggles.

"Don't be rude. Better yet don't say anything."

"Sure," he shrugs.

"Text me when you land."

Isagi flops onto your bed and responds with a thumbs up.

Even after dating Chigiri for a couple of years, your heart is in your throat as you go to unlock the door. There are hearts in your eyes surely—Isagi would poke fun at you if he saw you giddy like you are now.

"Hey," you greet with a grin.

Chigiri smiles back easily, planting a kiss on your temple. "Hey."

—

You blink, eyes damp as you're met with a warm low-light filling the room.

"Hey," Chigiri says softly with a stroke of his thumb across your bottom lip. Kiss-swollen and smeared with drool. "Lost you there for a second. Couldn't take it?"

You swallow thickly, voice hoarse. Still, you smile fondly— tired. "Passed out?"

"Yeah. Blacked out. You were out a minute."

Even in the low light of Chigiri's room he looks good. The musk of sex still hangs to the air. His red hair clings to his damp forehead and there are a few marks littering his chest and neck here and there. No doubt your doing. The bastard looks gorgeous even in the afterglow. Unfazed and unfairly still high on stamina while you feel like you've been hit by a truck several times. You wince as you feel his cum start to trickle out from you— sticky and messy between your thighs when you shift.

"Christ, Chigiri, are you trying to break me?" There's no real bite in your words. Not in this state, at least.

You sound a little pathetic. Just how he likes it.

"Maybe." There's a satisfied hum he makes as he takes in your current debauched state.

His thumb runs under your eye, the mess of tears, sweat and mascara smearing more. There's a wicked look in his eyes— one that tells you that this is far from being over. It's an insatiable hunger. Borderline bloodlust in seeing you fucked out and a mess. Brainless, mindless. You're getting there, you think.

A hand weakly reaches up toward him to pull him down for a sloppy kiss. It's more tongue and teeth than anything— clumsy as your mind continues to reel with his tongue practically down your throat.

But the room is warm. He's warm. It grounds you during this small break he's afforded you. The only generosity he'll offer tonight. As if you don't absolutely love it.

And— you feel it— his half-hard cock against your thigh. A shiver runs up your spine in equal parts delight and dread.

"Should I even bother with makeup if you'll just ruin it within the hour?" You ask more so to tease. You do your makeup a certain way when you go to stay the night with him— so it runs as he ruins you and makes him sink his teeth further into you. You know that he loves to see you wrecked and sloppy and an utter mess by his hand. Revels in it. Tangible remnants of him. Proof of how well and how thoroughly he gives you what you need.

"You're my mess to make." He coaxes you onto your stomach easily, hiking your hips up despite the trembling in your legs where he had you folded in half not long ago. "Mine to clean up once I'm done. And I'm not done."

His hand takes a fist full of your hair, tugging just enough to make you moan as he shoves the side of your face into the mattress. Fresh tears trail another mess of mascara and eyeliner down your cheeks. You're panting softly as his cock slips between your puffy folds and bumps your oversensitive clit. An obscenely wet sound reaches your ears— makes your pussy clench around nothing and drip more of his cum onto the soiled sheets. The needy whine you let slip has him throbbing again.

A bright flash of light doesn't even register as you begin trembling from anticipation. That familiar haze creeping in. Chigiri angles his phone camera at your fucked out face. A divine mess he wants to memorialize for his eyes only.

"Now smile for me."

[macking-cheese]

Transformers: Earthspark brainworms rn

What if Bee got put under Mandroid's control? GAH ITS EATING ME UP THINKING ABOUT IT

inspired by asimp4bee's (I think I spelled that right) art I saw with the same theory, and the song Control by Halsey

This also includes Breakbee! Ig it's like a situationship but actually they're terrible at feelings and Bee is like “am I not enough for him” and when shit goes down later Breakdown is like “damn I gotta step up fr” (this is probably a terrible explanation and for that I am sorry)

Also this accidentally became an exploration of Jawbreaker and Bee's relationship (AS SIBLINGS!!! I just think that in a way they complement each other and I wanna explore it) (It's probably me just projecting my neurodiversity onto them tbh)

This is like really bee-centric, more than I originally intended for it to be. I wanted it to gauge the terrans’ reactions to losing their brother/mom#2 (this is an inside joke pls don't flame me for it), then it became me wanting that twink mentally obliterated (and studying the journey of healing through family support after the inevitable crash out)

So here's a little drabble? Of me fleshing out the introduction of my ideas a bit more so I have a basic outline of where to go with the fic I'm planning! This has some dark themes (TW: suicidal ideation, kidnapping, torture, violence, harming of children, crazy how most of this is canon typical)

Basically this is set right after the kids break Bee and co out of the G.H.O.S.T cells, he tries one last time to get Breakdown to join them, and is rejected. So Bee goes home with the kids, and after a bit, making sure they're okay and under supervision of their family, he goes back alone to try and get Breakdown to join him again, the first place he looks being back at the facility, hoping he might still be there, but he knew he wouldn't, it was his dumb optimism saying there might have still been a chance.

Of course heading back there first was a bad idea. Probably the shittiest call he could make. He immediately gets recaptured and those G.H.O.S.T fuckers torture him and demonstrate their new mind control technology, trying to break the bot mentally and turn him into a weapon for their own personal/military use. When the big battle happens, he's sent out and,,,,

The terrans are so happy to see him, they missed their brother figure (jokingly their mom#2) and could really use his help and possibly Breakdown's, if he succeeded in his mission, in the fight. He told them he was going back to try and get more recruits, he'd be gone for no longer than a day, but if it takes longer, not to worry. It's been two weeks. (Or however it happened canonically, idk. I haven't actually watched the show in a month so this original setup probably doesn't make sense, really just writing to write here)

But when they get a closer look, he seems so worn down and tired and small. Trying to appear angry and bitter and intimidating, but it looked so fake and they didn't know why he wasn't easing up upon seeing the terrans again, until they see that cold, emotionless white in his optics.

They can't believe it. He’s not wearing a G.H.O.S.T badge. Maybe he's playing an ill-timed prank.

“That's not funny, Bee”

“We need your help”

“You're scaring me”

“Please stop”

“Bee?”

They notice the flicker of blue and the horrid screech-click of a failing vocalizer. The way his body trembles and his arm plating shakes with the effort to keep it from transforming into his stinger.

A last-ditch effort on his end, he turns on his radio with a slurry of static.

“C-an't help thi-sssssssss- should be sk- scared -f me-!”

The terrans are a mix of horrified and worried. They know they should move, run away, some catch up fast enough and do that, having to drag others. Jawbreaker just can't. That's his favorite person, his confidant, his older brother.

“Back-back-ba-ckhss… up!” It was the only semblance of himself that he seemed to have somewhat control of, and he clung to it. The terrans needed to know he didn't mean anything he was going to do.

Jawbreaker did move, a few disbelieving steps away, not fast enough to dodge the hand landing on his chest to move him away, too harshly for anyone's comfort.

Bumblebee was tearing himself up to try and fight for control. It hurt, it hurt so much, he almost wanted to sink into that awful bliss the chip in his back offered. But he couldn't, those were his mentees, his kids. He'd kill himself if he ever brought harm to them.

He wondered if the chip would stop him if he tried now. Maybe he could fry his circuits if he kept pushing against the breaching walls of code. Maybe he could shoot himself or something.

With that thought his arm finally transformed and the kids booked it. He couldn't stop himself from aiming at them and landed a few painful shots. He begged for forgiveness as he lost himself, giving up and letting the parasite fully enter him.

All this for Breakdown, and he didn't even know if it was worth it to have gone back in the first place.

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There's so much more I have running around in my head and my notes for this! You're welcome to share any thoughts, and please disregard if this was structured oddly. I'm jumping in my seat right now with excitement and my thoughts are a bit scattered trying to get this out.

[brawnsleloenigmadoublesonic]

https://www.tumblr.com/brawnsleloenigmadoublesonic/773336161475280896/anything-that-could-distract-them-is-completely

Okayokayokay, I’m a separate anon but I just had to add onto this as soon as I saw it.

I’m imagining Op does still get horny, especially around Megs. But! His array is closed and he while he COULD have asked Ratchet he didn’t due to his initial Autobot loyalty. So when he starts getting turned on by the big bad ‘Con leader, he doesn’t want to go to Ratchet because that will require an explanation.

So, he says fuck it and tries to pry it off himself in private. Only to have Megatron find him…

And here we get could get a few reactions; on the one hand Meg’s could be all smug and snarky about having unintentionally seduced the Prime, on another he could be pissy because he’s now learned that Autobots are still subjugating mecha in unusual ways, especially since it’s now impeding him from being able to fuck the little Prime.

Whatever the reaction, I’m imagining its builds to where Megatron ends up ripping the array off. Op maybe hesitates at first when he realizes but eventually goes, ‘frag it all’ and gives Megs the go-ahead. And maybe in the end there’s a decent level of aftercare to Optimus’ surprise.

Idk man, it’s late and I read the posts and lost my brainworms a bit. Feel free to ignore, or carry this on as you please! 💙

HRHRHRGRGRVRGRHRVRVE DROOLING ALL OVER THIS!! He would absolutely tear that thing off for a hint of that prime pussy! Poor Optimus is still gonna have to explain why his panel is missing... Doesn't seem he thought this through very well

At least the aftercare rocks! Megs is very good at cleaning up his messes, especially when they're that pretty all fucked out...

Also I answer every ask! I'm a whore for attention <3

[gazumirei]

Since I found out bb dogday is in his forties I just drew this for funnizes (I love mocking middle aged characters lol, also i just wanted an excuse to draw dogday and percy again because poppy playtime and playtime with percy brainworms are in full force)

Slight yapping and an explanation below

Also this is where I got that info from

Also to make it clear, this is not a ship post, only a crossover shitpost :3

[katiekatdragon27]

Sometimes I forget that Flatland is something I can interpret as my own thing so I'ma do that now.

Ik these look very inspired by Flatland 2007, cuz they lowkey are, but I just really like how A. Sphere looks I'm sorry (ik the creator is bad but I can't help the brainworms). I wanted to add quirks tho so it's better imo. My versions of the characters if you will. More fun to draw for me and less ugly (on A. Square's end).

They have actual names and design purposes for each thing. Abel's glove to prevent contamination into himself from Flatland, Anthony's glasses and front hairs being makeshift arms, all that has a reason lol.

More explanations of stuff below cut:

The Flatland parts of Flatland the book stay the same mostly. I'm not changing much there. I do want to flesh out Spaceland tho, so I'ma do that cuz I'm super self-indulgent.

In my version of Flatland, I think it would've been fuunier if out of frustration, Abel Spherious ("A Sphere"), grabbed Anthony Squaur ("A Square") out of Flatland and yoinked him out without thinking about the consequences. He realizes shortly after that he probably shouldn't have done that, and it will probably have horrendous consequences later down the line.

Abel almost kills Anthony on accident, so uh, yikes. But then after bringing him out of Flatland, he decides to work with it, taking him back to his office to do his report on Flatland. He sorta keeps him hidden, but on the last day Anthony gets leaked to the public and the war starts over it rip. However, the span that this is like 3 days, so they get time to chat and develop communication skills n stuff.

Also, since the gravity is so harsh on Anthony's body, he struggles with talking, only emerging little squeaks. Eventually he's able to use a device to get his thoughts across (probably like a telegraph or smth), so the first day or so of being out of Flatland was a terrible time for communication. Especially when you're so entranced with the idea of seeing your "god's" insides.

Also, Abel just kinda finds Anthony gross in general (cuz he looks like a bacteria) and rejects all advances until Anthony learn to properly yap though morse code. When Anthony writes the Flatland novel, Abel translates it for the world of Spaceland to read and not want to obliterate Flatland. However, that is after his misadventures in the fourth dimension (boo a Heightlander's Escape reference tomato tomato).

These are some studies of the two. I really like the hairs on Anthony, it makes him so much more expressive. Also, Abel is a slaying king, I love him sm.

Also, Abel is like the last person who should be in charge of a company. That shit goin down the drain in a week I swear (he came to work high every day his first month of being CEO). I'll probably change the name a lil I just have to cook.

Also, silly joke of how Anthony and Abel met lol.

Have a good one broskies :)))

[mania-sama]

a little excerpt from the meal i'm cooking in the kitchen:

(tentatively titled the ballad of a dove; sam wilson & bucky barnes & joaquin torres)

The December morning greeted him with a flash of wind against his face, sharp as a whip and cool as iron. Sam didn’t give Bucky a minute to breathe before he said, “Joaquin’s MIA.”

Bucky could breathe, but it didn’t feel very good. Louisiana didn’t get cold like Russia — it didn’t even get as cold as the American northeast, which was already laughable compared to Europe’s unforgiving climate. Yet, Delacroix’s version of cold spiked through his throat and punctured his lungs.

It wasn’t the news itself that concerned him so much; it was Sam’s face. His eyes were squinted at the horizon, his mouth pinched like he was trying to hold something horrible from jumping out, and his hands were stuffed stiffly into pockets.

So Bucky was concerned, because in their line of work, going MIA was par for the course. They had enemies. It wouldn’t be out of pocket to assume that he may have had to take shelter or discreetly take someone out. And while that was worrying, Torres was also the Falcon. He could take care of himself. He knew how to get a hold of Sam and Bucky if he was really in trouble.

He didn’t say anything, choosing to let Sam bathe in the quiet morning and his friend’s silent comfort until he could continue.

“Air Force released him to go home to his family for Christmas. When he didn’t make it home or answer any of his texts, his family called the police. Them and Nellis tracked him down to his car with a flat tire on the shoulder of I-10.”

There’s the way Sam said all of this, for one, with his detached tone of voice and forceful, even breaths. For two, he trailed off at the end of his explanation and lightly scuffed the ground with the side of his shoe.

“And he wasn’t there, I’m guessing,” Bucky asked, keeping his voice low. He still wasn’t exactly sure where the problem lied, yet. There were a million and one reasons for a man like Torres to abandon his car on the side of the road.

Sam sighed. “One of those battery pack tire pumps was sticking out his tire. The outside of the car is dented, scratched, and bloodied. Signs of a struggle. They think he tried to get a knife out of his car from the driver’s side but was unsuccessful.”

Bucky waited for more. It didn’t come. “That’s it?”

“Yeah,” he clicked his tongue. “Investigation’s only begun, but they don’t have any major leads yet. No DNA, no witnesses, nothing,” Sam said. His tone hardened at the end, spitting the word nothing out like one would chewing tobacco.

dont anticipate me to ever finish this, but it is fun to get a little brainworm out onto paper. lets just say crazy things are happening in this fic and it WILL entail an insane trauma bonding experience for bucky and torres

[slythernim]

for a long time I've envisioned that the Force is like, a fundamentally malevolent power. the entire function of the Jedi religion is fighting a desperate losing battle against psychic entropy, teaching its children to wield evil wizardry with only the utmost careful control to avoid falling "to the Dark Side" (i.e., letting the force eat your brain), and the persistent cultural belief that it's benevolent is a side effect of the only way to do this without all dying horribly. the Sith meanwhile are just gleefully accepting the evil brainworms and the more already evil they are the less this detectably alters their personalities.

however. as much as I do love this concept.

my beloved husband has suggested a WAY FUNNIER explanation.

which is kinda the same idea, slow creeping psychic corruption you don't notice until it's too late, gotta Jedi away the brainworms, &c &c. but.

the thing it is psychically pushing people toward isn't evilness.

it is drama.

this completely explains why every single force user is Like That and you cannot convince me otherwise

[sunny-daze-days]

I've got sewing brainworms. That's the only explanation I have for how much I think about sewing now. It's consuming my brain and eating my insides. Writing fanfiction? No, ur sewing. Applying for vital school internships so I can graduate on time? Ha you wish, only sewing. Reading? HELL NAW. Only sewing.

Anyway here's the progress on my current project:

Do not mind the cat hair. The cat decided it would be an amazing idea if she laid directly onto my jacket as I was doing stuff. Also I know that the pattern isn't completely symmetrical but do I care? Not really, because this is my first time doing anything like this ever so it's not going to look perfect

[sparklingpax]

quality time ♡

tried something new w the colors, composition, halftone brush....just a lil comfort doodle of my fav silly guys :)

now it did take much longer this time around since it was a newer process, so idk when or if I'll do this sort of thing again....I enjoy the results ultimately (even if the file resolution and colors got a bit fucked up in transfer between devices....also I probably made some mistakes I can't see cause mentally. I am so fried 😭 hope its not too egregious of a quality issue overall).........on that matter I suppose we'll just have to see ✨

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the idea here is Hawk spending time with his teammates--doing things he might not particularly enjoy...but he knows it makes them happy, so...even if it's too early in the day to be drinking....or too hot and sunny....or the most confusing explanation of whats wrong with this car he's been roped into helping fix......it's ultimately alright with him 🌱

After all, they are his closest and oldest friends....his first and only team he's ever had to command, the four of them travelling all through space, surviving millennia of hardships together....crashlanding on earth and spending centuries living among humans, learning this planet and its ways, watching it grow and change....

Hawk will do just about anything for his loved ones, really...it's just his nature :] 🌟

(and then, as a treat, here's him getting some personal chill time too, for enjoying a good book and some tea in his room, right before a long night of sleep like he definitely needs <3 💗)

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anyways...enjoy! sorry I uhhh...rambled a bit...the dynamic of these four makes me so insane though like I have so many thoughts and ideas I wish I could make them all happen immediately but I can't and wahhugh 😭 I will never escape the masterforce brainworms‼️‼️ but yknow what thats ok with me bc they make me happy :))

(so yea! thanks for reading, have a good one heheh) ❤️

[imissgamebreakersarc]

My last Lifesteal post for who knows how long, my duos tier list!

Might not be perfect since this list was done in a day but idrc, here’s a few quick explanations (also I swear I didn’t mean for them to fit so perfectly in each tier it just happened)

Brainworms: If you’ve seen my posts the only mildly surprising one is probably trunk, I just really like them idk what to say

Silly funky lovely cutesy: A few things. First, I’ve really liked rek for a long time even though I never post about him, since my first LS exposure was through him and I’ve been watching his content before I watched any other Lifesteal stuff. Second, Desire Duo is soo fucking cool I love them soo much and I think they’re lowk mad underrated and unique. They are also absolutely Strangler Fig by The Crane Wives to me <3. Third, Ecorridor has become more and more of a brainworm the more bliss I watch (EVEN WHEN HE DOESNT FUCKING LOG ON) and it’s so funny to me how Zam and E are Lightcorridor when Mugm and E are Darkcorridor it makes me happy :D

Coolio :): Flappybird is that high because UU, Gem is there because I KNOW they did something on bliss s1 with 4Cs tomb and I WILL GET THERE just gimme a bit :( and IM SORRY I JUST DONT FW GLITCH DUO AS HARD AS EVERYONE ELSE I’m sorry it’s just not in my nature

Interesting: Nothing I think I need to explain

Don’t really like/don’t care: Top of this tier is idk them well enough and bottom of this tier is meh/dislike, nothing else to explain

Thanks for looking through my random ass opinions

[rebel-sqrrl]

Your concept of a butch Sabah intrigues me, but only in passing. Tell me if your vision, and infect me with your brainworms

Copying my explanation from discord:

As far as I know, there's basically nothing in canon that gives any indication of how Sabah dresses or acts out of costume, so I imagine that she developed her Parian persona with a strong eye toward keeping her identity secret, and thus out of costume she's much more butch.

I also just think it's neat to have characters engage with lesbian culture, and Sabah and maybe Lily (and maaaaybe Aisha) are the only Undersiders (and nearly the only characters, period) who would actually do so. So Sabah playing around with gender lesbianly is a fun concept. Plus, butch who cosplays as a femme is something I don't think I've really seen before.

Also, this butch Sabah art is the truest depiction of her, to me.

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Cargo

Cargo by Chloe Cunningham sure is a comic.

Without ever being in Florida, this comic has quintessentially shown me the spirit of the place. Cargo tells a story of a ragtag smuggler crew in a post-apocalyptic world. Saying this ignores like 70% of what the comic is actually like. It’s dadaistic, it’s down-to earth, it has like 4 apocalypses in one, yet none of them matter much. There are supposedly zombies in it, I’ve never seen any. It reads like a political satire towards current capitalistic and facist systems, but I don’t think it aims to be just that. It’s a clown city. Cargo hides its heart under absurdism so strongly, I feel like any way of explaining what it is breaks the smokescreen. Yet I must…

Cargo is about Matt, the most moist man on earth, a delightful mix of zero self confidence with strong sense of righteous judgement, realising his life dream of being a pirate. Helping him is SJ, a cold-loving, cigar burning ex-journalist with a hooded past; her maybe-blackmailed nihilist friend, and one of the rare voices of reason, Ginger; hired thug and a Milf of All Times, Ekat; local cat lover and a boy, Richard Parker (not his real name) and, hold on I’m gonna close this sentence. I’m honestly listing all main characters like this, because they are a delightful crew and the pull of the story. You must understand.

Last member of the cast is Stanley, Matt’s cousin, zombie brainworm survivor, and a sudoku legend, among many other things. All the characters are bastards and I would not stand to be in the same room with them for 5 minutes, but together they balance out a delightful sitcom of failed dreams, perseverance, and somehow fumbling over the finish line all teeth intact. It is not found family, but it’s found acquaintances. It’s a road trip with people who barely stand each others. I love it.

What Cargo does exceptionally well is the dialogue. It’s witty and punchy, it keeps the flow through both fun and mellow times. Another thing that Cargo does well is the mystery. As a reader you’re thrown into this story with bare explanations, and at the point where the comic is now, I’m only starting to realise how little I actually do know. Where are the damn zombies? Why are computers sometimes just melting? What does all those little things and secret symbols MEAN? What bizarre out-of-nowhere thing is made illegal next? I would not survive in this world for a day, I’d be thrown into a clown jail and forcibly made into a cop for having socks in my sandals on tuesday (not having socks is illegal on wednesdays and I forgot which day it was). Please read Cargo, this is the only way I can be saved.

WHERE ARE THE ZOMBIES STAN?? I’D LIKE TO SEE THEM…

[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/740123102285086720/all-the-griping-about-ownvoices-claiming-to?source=share

Re: your response:

It's interesting because in the DS9 slash shipping fandom and particularly with Garashir, a lot of people DO write Julian Bashir, a character of color as their perfect woobie they projected on to - he probably gets that more than any other character in that fandom. And then there ended up being a backlash that people were "writing him as white," including in an actual academic paper I saw from someone who is on Tumblr, while they were willing to explore writing him as fully queer and neurodivergent headcanons in fic.

Which is interesting to me because most of the stuff that writes him as queer is stuff that just ships him with Garak or another dude, but doesn't spend a ton of time on his queer *identity*. And I'm personally fine with that; I've read enough coming-out stories and didactic identity explanations in both fic and professionally published/released original work to last me a lifetime. But if writing a COC without drawing attention to their racial/ethnic/cultural identity is "writing them as white," shouldn't writing a non-heterosexual character without drawing attention to their queer identity similarly count as "writing them as straight"?

Anyway, I go back and forth on this because I also understand how Islamophobia and general racism against MENA works, how the "good Muslim" or "good Arab" is one who is as assimilated as possible, and how it can feel with fic that has a COC but doesn't go into their background like that person is only ok with POC *up to a point*. As well as the issues with how in canon, Star Trek's diversity shows a lot of POC but has only started to recognize actual non-Western "cultural" touchstones very recently. (E.g. When they referenced literature, it was always Shakespeare or the ancient Greeks or Poe, never the Romance of the Three Kingdoms or Rumi.) I get that. At the same time, I've definitely read stuff especially by non-MENA people which wrote about "his culture" in a very exotifying way that seemed to suggest that that kind of cultural identity is only "real" if it happens in a very stereotypical way. And I also think especially with a character who is so heavily framed as British, with a British accent, played by an actor who is half-English and grew up there.... I've also seen the brainworms in fandoms from Star Wars to Bridgerton with how people can't accept European characters/actors of color as European, and I do wish people would consider how they're suggesting that English identity can only be "white" by acting like it's wrong to ever portray Bashir as English. Something I've heard plenty of British POC complain about as like an attitude in their country that actually harms them.

I think these questions are complicated, because you have racist phenomena on both ends. There definitely are racists who only accept POC if they are as un-POC as possible, if they are assimilated, and see them wearing or saying or doing things that mark them as culturally different as "threatening." But there are other racists who think the only right way to write "diverse stories" is to have them be heavily cultural and represent stereotypes - the poor, urban black American, the Arab who lives in the desert and wears a thawb and is a devout Muslim - and that POC who are not like that talking about their own lives are somehow not "authentic enough." The thing that the movie American Fiction is about.

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Yeah. Fandom isn't nearly as bad about characters of color overall as some wank would say. Fandom fucking loves Asian characters who are the unmarked leads of Asian media (and no, I don't think it's just because they're pale or because some idiots in the 90s thought anime characters were white).

Bashir was treated in canon in a way that fandom likes. Naturally, fandom took note.

My own woobie blorbo is Rico from Miami Vice. He's much less the single perfect tear woobie than Sonny (his buddy cop partner who is white), but he still comes in for lots of whump and screen time and narrative focus. Ye Olde zine fandom was unkind to him, at least in the m/m parts (though a lot of that is because all of the old slash zines were edited by the same couple who were... like... kinning the ship that he's a rival to).

But a lot of fans who watch that show see a very pretty, very cultured man with epic buddy cop tension with his partner, nice suits, and tons of whump plots, and they're like "God damn, where is the fic???" If canon provides, the fannish interest will be there to at least some degree. (Getting enough good writers in the same fandom at the same time to launch it as a place readers will stick around is another story, unfortunately.)

My personal view, admittedly as a white girl, is that Sturgeon's Law means what we really need is a bunch of canons that dangle tasty blorbos at us and much less policing of fic. And then a solid reccing culture to sort through the bad stuff.

I've seen a lot of complaints about writing characters as "white", and they often strike me as clueless or disingenuous. I'd rather have a bunch of "Oopsie, Garak caught Bashir using the holodeck for kinky roleplay about himself" fics than people with no clue trying to inject MENA stuff that wasn't in the show and that they aren't personally competent to handle. And half the time, this complaint seems to be some sort of unintentionally racist bilge where the speaker thinks the fic is making someone too cultured or too upper class or too kinky or some other shit that has nothing to do with anything.

Honestly, I sometimes think that the real complaint is "How dare fandom sound like the upper-middle class suburbanite bookworms that so many of us are?!?!"