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pt.2 of (toxic!)single!dad!simon

because i promised it to someone months ago but forgot and now i feel bad😭 (readers nickname is ‘nugget’)

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simon stands in the doorway of your room, watching you sleep. he feels tears sting in his eyes and he wants to wipe them away but the sight of you sleeping so peacefully had him captivated.

you were his oldest child, his everything. and he knew he couldn’t live up to what was expected of him. he’d ship out again tomorrow and he hadn’t told you. nor had he told jacob. his youngest child still didn’t talk to him and while simon tried his best to rebuild the relationship with his son he failed; every time.

“i can feel you staring at me,” you suddenly whisper and simon flinches. “you’re not at subtle as you might think.” you sit up in your bed as you look at him.

he says nothing. he never says anything. so, you only purse your lips and nod. “you’re shipping out again tomorrow,” you say, not even asking but stating it as a fact.

finally, he moves and pushes himself off your doorframe to sit down at the edge of your bed. “i am,” he confirms, staring at the wall opposite him.

you huff, “i expected you to forget.”

he frowns and looks at you. “forget what?”

“my graduation dad. i expected you to forget it. just like you forget everything else.” you look at him, the look on your face showing your disappointment in him.

his eyes widen and he opens his mouth, “nugget, i—“

you raise your hand to stop him talking. “i don’t want to hear it simon. i really don’t.” you bent your leg beneath your blanket, hugging your knees. “i don’t know why i hoped you would be there,” you quietly whisper, you place your head on your knees, not looking at your father.

he feels a pang in his chest when he notices the way you use his first name. “i’m sorry nugget…” he whispers in a broken voice, his hand itching to reach out for you and pull you into his arms but he doesn’t move.

you look at him again, lifting your head. “your apologies don’t mean anything anymore.”

-

you swallow down your tears when you look at yourself in the mirror. you’re wearing a pretty dress, your hair styled into a neat bun.

“nugget?” jacob sticks his head through the door. “the captain and johnny are here. are you ready?” he looks at you, a big smile on his face as he sees you.

you nod and swallow down your emotions. “i’m ready…” you straighten your back and move to walk out of the bathroom.

jacob grabs your wrist and makes you stop. “you look beautiful, nugget,” he says, raising to his tiptoes to press a kiss to your forehead. “am i’m proud of you.”

tears gather in your eyes as you quickly embrace your little brother. “thank you josy. i love you.” you hold him for a few seconds before you let him go and take a deep breath before you walk down the stairs.

in the hallway you see the captain and johnny already waiting. you let out a small laugh when you see them both wearing their blue dress uniform.

their face lights up when they see you walk towards them. “yer lookin’ stunnin’,” johnny beams at you, pressing a small kiss to your cheek.

“thank you,” you smile before the captain embraces you.

he pats your back in a comforting manner. “you’ll be the prettiest,” he confirms johnnys words, placing a kiss on the top of your head and you chuckle.

you look at them both, tilting your head. “you haven’t seen the others yet.”

“we don’t need to,” they both say in unison before the captain opens the door and holds it open so you can step outside.

“jacob,” johnny calls out for your little brother, waiting for him before he locks the door.

-

there’s a proud grin on your face as you hold your diploma in your hands. the moment you were given your diploma you looked into the crowd, the childish belief that your father showed up, but you only see john, gaz, jacob and johnny smile back at you.

the moment the ceremony was over you were flooded with hugs from everyone, you felt like you would drown in them.

“we’re very proud of you,” john smiles as he puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into a side hug. “best of the year, that’s a big accomplishment,” he says, slightly ruffling your hair.

you chuckle and lean into his side. “thank you john.” your smiles fades when you see the principal approaching though. you straighten your back while you gently shake off john’s arm. what could the principal possibly want from you?

“mr. parker,” you greet him with a curt nod. “how can i help you?” there’s a slight frown on your face while mr. parker lets his eyes wander over the three men wearing blue dress uniforms. his eyes stop at john, before he looks at you again.

“is that your father?” he asks, pointing at john. and before you can open your mouth to deny john takes a step forward and shakes the principal’s hand.

there’s a smile on john’s face as he starts to talk, “yes, that’s me. captain john price.” your eyes slightly widen at his words and you immediately shoot johnny a look but the scot just shrugs with a confused look on his face. “how can i help you?” john continues to talk, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

the principal nods and clasps his hands in front of his body. “Your daughter has qualified for multiple scholarships, given she is the best of the year,” he explains, looking at john, then at you. “if you are open to discuss said scholarships i’d like to have an official meeting with the both of you next week.”

your breath catches in your throat as you register the words said. they were offering scholarships? to you? beside you john starts to smile again and pulls you in for another side hug. “that sounds amazing! let me give you my phone number.”

mr. parker nods and takes the little card john gave him. “you’ll hear from me soon captain price,” the then says, giving you one last nod before he disappears.

jacob throws himself into your arms. “that’s amazing nugget,” he beams, a big smile on his face. “you can go and study basically everywhere now!”

“i know…” you say in a quiet voice, still shocked by the news. but then your smile falters. you couldn’t just leave jacob. not—not with your dad still being so instabile and unavailable…

as if gaz could read your mind, he gives you a reassuring smile. “don’t worry about that right now,” he says in a soft voice. “you go get that scholarship next week and then we’ll think about the…other things.”

you give him a small nod, a faint smile on your lips as you keep jacob embraced in your arms.

-

simon barges into price’s office, his face red from rage. “you called fucking child protection on me?” his voice bellows through the small space and price lifts his head, the look in his eyes calm.

he takes in the lieutenant in front of him before he leans back in his chair. he caresses his beard with one hand before he starts to speak, “i did.”

simon’s fist ball at his sides before he plants them on the table in front of him. “why the fuck did you do that?” he wants to know, clearly on an edge. his lips are pressed into a thin line, his brows furrowed.

price sighs before he places his elbows on his table. “you want to know why simon?” he eyes his lieutenant, not even waiting for an answer before he speaks up again, “because you’re a shit father. that’s why. you’re neglecting your kids.”

the captain can see the rage in simon’s eyes but he’s not afraid. no, he’s never been afraid of simon riley. “i talked to cps,” he explains, his voice still as calm as ever. “they offered me to take the kids—“

“you wouldn’t dare!”

“oh, i would! and i will!” price raises his voice at the end of the sentence. “you chose a voluntary solo mission over your child’s graduation! i think that says enough about you.” price stands up to properly face simon.

the lieutenant stares into the eyes of his captain, well knowing that every single word he said was true. yet, he didn’t want to believe it. he didn’t want to admit that he’d fucked up. again.

“this time you chose to lose your family, simon.”

[rockalillygirl]

Murderbot Holding Hands

(Minor spoilers alert for Artificial Condition, Rogue Protocol, Exit Strategy pls check the tags)

First real post because I’m shy. Don’t know why it’s going to be a hyper-specific murderbot meta but here we go:

I’ve been rereading all the books after finishing System Collapse <3 and I want to talk about a small moment in Artificial Condition that I’d never noticed before. It’s near the end of the book when Tapan is in ART’s medsystem after nearly dying, and SecUnit says that when Tapan wakes up it’s holding her hand.

When Tapan woke, I was sitting on the MedSystem’s platform holding her hand. (Artificial Condition, p. 155 in my ebook)

I thought it was a really sweet moment, but it also kind of puzzled me because of SecUnit’s aversion to touch. Later when I was reading Exit Strategy, I noticed a similar moment when SecUnit holds hands with Mensah to help disguise them as they’re trying to escape TranRollinHyfa.

[Mensah] took a deep breath and looked up at me. “We can look calm. We’re good at that.” Yeah, we were. I did a quick review to make sure I was running all my not-a-SecUnit code, then I thought of one more thing I could do. As we stepped out of the pod, I took Mensah’s hand. (Exit Strategy, p. 87)

Reading these scenes felt different in a couple ways. In my opinion, SecUnit taking Mensah’s hand in Exit Strategy seemed like more of a big deal because it was a part of SecUnit’s reunion with Mensah, and we see its thoughts and emotions leading up to it. And it tracks that SecUnit might feel ok holding Mensah’s hand in that situation because of their close friendship. But the moment in Artificial Condition is more mysterious. We don’t get any of SecUnit’s internal monologue at the beginning because the scene opens when Tapan wakes up. And even though it’s clear in the book that SecUnit likes Tapan along with Rami and Maro, I wouldn’t say their relationship is anywhere near as close as its bond with Mensah. So why did it hold her hand?

I think it’s a neat moment that’s fun to ponder! And I have some vague ideas I’d like to share about it. (Some of this is based on the books and some is my speculation as an ace/aspec person dealing with touch aversion.) (Also none of these thoughts are mutually exclusive!)

Maybe SecUnit saw holding Tapan’s hand as a form of first aid after her traumatic experience and didn’t want her to panic waking up in a strange ship’s medsystem. This fits with SecUnit bracing itself to hug Mensah in Exit Strategy. (The memes of this moment are perfect lol)

But I was the only one here, so I braced myself and made the ultimate sacrifice. “Uh, you can hug me if you need to.” She started to laugh, then her face did something complicated and she hugged me. I upped the temperature in my chest and told myself it was like first aid. (Exit Strategy, pp. 82-3)

But I feel like SecUnit might not care as much about comforting Tapan in a similar way if it hadn’t already built up some kind of trust with her? Which brings me to Thought 2:

I think SecUnit might have felt safe holding Tapan’s hand because of the moment in Artificial Condition in the second transient hostel when Tapan laid down next to it. (Ofc I think rescuing Tapan from Tlacey’s ship was also a factor, trauma-bonding and all. But to me this moment in the hostel is more important.)

Thirty-two minutes later, I heard movement. I thought Tapan was getting up to go to the restroom facility, but then she settled on the pad behind me, not quite touching my back… I had never had a human touch me, or almost touch me, like this before and it was deeply, deeply weird. (Artificial Condition, pp. 136-7)

This is one of my favorite sequences in Artificial Condition (which is also my favorite book in the series because of ART! And because I find it quiet, reflective, and weirdly cozy even though objectively few cozy things happen now that I think about it). The scene is pretty mundane with a lot of fun bits like SecUnit pretending to need to use the restroom, be on a diet, etc. And we usually don’t get to see SecUnit hanging out with only one person. So it gives room for some small, but important feelings that I don’t think SecUnit has time to explore when it’s busy saving the day. Like how it feels about physical contact with humans.

(idk it reminds me of how like in ghibli films there’s usually at least one scene with the characters eating a meal or something because it sort of grounds everything else. I just like it!)

Tapan being close to SecUnit seems to throw if off-guard, but the context of the scene feels non-threatening and pretty mellow. So I think this gives SecUnit the opportunity to check-in with itself about this new experience. It still feels weird about it, but not in a scary or upsetting way. I think it’s almost this mutual vulnerability (Tapan feeling vulnerable and seeking comfort and SecUnit feeling vulnerable about her closeness and its own boundaries) that creates a bond between them, and that’s why SecUnit reaches out to Tapan to comfort her when she wakes up onboard ART.

That scene has become really special to me. And I would argue that it’s an important moment to SecUnit too because it brings it up again in Exit Strategy, along with a later moment in Rogue Protocol, thinking about times when it’s experienced physical contact with humans in a non-traumatizing way.

Except it wasn’t entirely awful. It was like when Tapan had slept next to me at the hostel, or when Abene had leaned on me after I saved her; strange, but not as horrific as I would have thought. (Exit Strategy, p. 83)

These moments seem to lead up to SecUnit offering to comfort Mensah later on because it’s reached a point where it feels willing to do so for her sake, even if it doesn’t want to seek out that kind of comfort for itself. And it’s really cool to see SecUnit navigate this throughout the books.

SecUnit starts the series with a strong innate sense that it doesn’t want to be touched by humans, but it’s allowed to refine those feelings in light of its new experiences. It’s boundaries are situational and personal, and even well-meaning humans sometimes struggle to understand them at first. Other times, SecUnit finds it difficult to understand it’s own feelings regarding touch and even changes its mind. But, importantly, the narrative always presents this as valid and worthy of respect.

This is a much more nuanced and realistic portrayal of defining boundaries than I’ve seen in a lot of media- one where it’s a constant and sometimes confusing process of self-discovery.

And these might seem like obvious concepts to some people, but they weren’t for me growing up. I really wish I’d read these books when I was younger, and maybe I would’ve given myself more grace to define my comfort level, grow, and change. But I’m glad that I’m in a place now where I can see and appreciate these things in what’s become one of my favorite series.

Anyway, I don’t want to say "thanks for coming to my TedTalk” lol. But very grateful to anyone who reads this and hope it was thought-provoking. Would be interested to hear other people’s thoughts on these scenes!

[turtleblogatlast]

Not to pick a bone here but is it really okay? I mean she tricked shelldon (Donnie's child!) Into getting to a death drone race and almost got chopped!!

If Donnie loves Shelldon to push him out of drone killing machine i don't know if he won't or can forgive Kendra for that.

Again not trying to pick a bone here just asking (not forced to answer if you want to)

Oh make no mistake I’m not calling it a super healthy ship or anything! Nor a regular ship that does what normal couples do like. At all. It just makes a lot of sense to me personally with their established personalities and the overall vibes of the show.

Keep in mind that Donnie himself is prone to doing a lot of pretty morally dubious things, so I don’t really think any of this is a dealbreaker for him, not quite. If they were older, and/or it went farther, I could see it being too much tho.

Rise is also like. A show that quite often goes the route of “these people tried to kill me/my family but let’s have a casual talk and be kinda friendly anyway” too, so I think that helps this ship in that regard. Because there’s already a basis for it, I suppose?

I totally get that this ship isn’t for everyone though, very understandable and I don’t care if people dislike it, no worries and no hard feelings if you’re not a fan.👍 Like I said before, I’m not even a big shipper, I just think they’re neat lol

[entropyvoid]

Honestly with all the overlap between sci-fi and fantasy fans, I’m really surprised that “high fantasy in space” isn’t more of a thing.

There are some things generally assumed by most to be sci-fi that I’d personally label space fantasy, like Star Wars, where the high tech is just there as a backdrop to a classic heroic story of good guys vs. bad guys, who are definitely doing magic (by using the force). The point of Star Wars isn’t the tech or anything, it just happens to be a tale told in space. It contrasts pretty starkly with something like Star Trek, where the vast majority of episodes revolve around exploring whatever scientific or philosophical concept the writers thought would be kinda neat that week, using established characters as a vehicle for said exploration.

I think one of my favorite things about Honkai Star Rail is that it freely and unabashedly mixes sci-fi and fantasy. It just goes “You are a walking neutron bomb. Also turns out your bestie is from a self-reincarnating race of dragon people with powerful water and illusion magic. They live on this big, planet-sized ship that’s dedicated to hunting down this one cosmic horror that cursed all the ship’s inhabitants with immortality, under the banner of this other cosmic horror that exists solely to kill the first cosmic horror. Let’s go on vacation to the theme park planet, the actual resort is technically an Alice-in-Wonderland style dream triggered by the same kinda cosmic-horror-gifted bomb as you. Your new friend is a meme. By the way, did we tell you about the one time this super-genius harnessed the power of *imagination* to build a death ray that instantly obliterated a bunch of planets? That was kinda fucked up, huh.” Sometimes Star Rail tries to give explanations for its tech in a way that seems believably sciencey. Sometimes shit’s just straight up called magic or it’s from some deity or another and none of the characters present have a good understanding of why, so you all just go about your bullshit. It makes it work within the context of its established universe.

Cosmic horror in general is often (but not always) found in sci-fi, but where the point of sci-fi is to expand on and detail a concept in a believably scientific way or explore the impacts of a scientific thing, the point of cosmic horror is that there is a Thing that is beyond human understanding or comprehension. Sci-fi is a fun thing to insert it into, because the more scientifically sensible and well-understood elements of the world you have, the more jarring that becomes.

Then you’ve got things like Dungeon Meshi, which exists in an inverse of something like Star Rail: it takes a very Tolkien-inspired Dungeons and Dragons-esque setting, and then details it in a very scientifically sensible way. There is magic, and there are these fantastical monsters, yes, but the monsters are parts of their own delicate and intricate ecosystems, they are edible, and they have very particular nutritional values and ways you can cook them! The protag’s biggest strength lies in him being a nerd about monster biology. Magic, too, by the end of it, ends up with a plausible enough explanation as well. And the explanation is a cosmic horror! In this way, Dungeon Meshi, despite being built entirely off of very easily recognizable and classic fantasy tropes, is probably more accurately classed as sci-fi.

I just love all of it. Can I get like 50 more of these fucked up lil mixtures of science and magic please?

[spork-supremacy]

saw a post about how cliquey the fandom can be, can’t find it for the life of me to reblog but thought I’d share some observations I’ve had over the years of basically being a ghost on here. Granted this is less on behaviour and more on how we can section ourselves naturally.

I find that the bigger the fandom the easier it is for it to get divided into little subsections, especially if it has a lot of content in season variation, characters, and location. Ninjago is a very big prime example of this with around 17 seasons, 2 specials and the pilots, many with themes attached to them. there’s a lot that you could cling onto and make it your one big focus on the show.

It also has a giant cast especially when you include roles that are either small or season specific, once I just tried to see how many I could name alone from memory and I got a little over sixty and I’m sure there’s more. When it comes to location we don’t have too much in mainland Ninjago that begs to be further explored considering most people we actually take notice in live in the main city. But add in the 15 other realms and we have a whole host of interesting locations to explore.

To circle back to characters we also have a lot in our main cast, with a standard of six ninja, now three students, and if you still want to count Pixal, Misako and Wu because you are in denial, and Garmadon’s two season stint in the title sequence, we have 13 who’s been included in the main cast at some point , creating multiple dynamics we can work with and latch onto.for me personally I have always gravitated to the Jay focused side of the fandom because that was where I was most comfortable, looking over character studies, art, headcanons, general Jaya stuff because I have a favourite ship dammit, and skybound analysis because despite how strange of a season it was it was also somehow my comfort season, my favourite one I dare say. I admit it was mainly because I didn’t really think about themes and subtext back in the day and just always loved a romance heavy season of anything. I was simple sue me.

But now I love it because as much as I don’t wish to admit it I can see a lot of myself in early seasons Jay, not necessarily a good thing but watching him grow out of specific negative behaviours helped me to do so myself. With the season itself it’s just fun to pick it apart and notice what exactly was so off to me when I was younger.

And something like this can apply to everyone in the fandom, which is why they stick to their own corners, because that’s where they’re most comfortable. They may stick to a character like Lloyd because he has a lot of angst attached to him to play around with, or someone like dare that because he’s a completely comedic character and prime for crack scenarios, or Nya because of her journey of self discovery. There are definitely still people obsessing over SOG or TOE, or possession. And what I do see is people happy to share their thoughts on their own “fixation season” as I call it.

This is at least how I sort pretty much all media in my own brain and I think it’s kinda neat how the internet can work like it. With a whole branching system that if you take certain doors can have you starting off in the surface entirety of the show to looking over really obscure details like how much the word wish is used every season (great post if you can find it).

this definitely became way more in depth than expected but this is what I have noticed. I very much like how much the internet aligns with my thinking patterns and the imaginatory map of my brain.

Now I just need to figure out if this is neurotypical behaviour .

[sanjisprincesswifey]

chocolates ⋆ portgas d ace x reader

summary: the fire fist surprises you in the kitchen

♡: valentine's ace content. female reader. 1,300+ words. sfw content.

ace squishes your cheeks between the warm palms of his hands, pecking your lips every time he does so.

your giggles do not subside no matter how long he does this, but it’s really one of the reasons why he’s doing it in the first place.

after freshly confessing your feelings for the other only a few hours ago, ace couldn’t keep his hands off of you. he didn’t want to keep his hands off you.

“if i would’ve known how soft your lips were, i would’ve told you how i felt sooner,” he purrs, removing one hand from your face to run it through your hair.

“it wasn’t i was being so obvious about how i felt either,” you sarcastically tease, leaning up to kiss him again. he hums in agreement, his fingers delicately tracing your jawline.

“yeah, but i’m an idiot,” he jokes, mostly just wishing to make you giggle even more. “the only thing i regret is not being able to ask you to be my girlfriend. i had a whole plan and everything,” he whines.

your giggles subside almost immediately as his words pique your interest, attempting to pull from his unrelenting grip. “you had a plan?”

ace confidentially nods, “i actually bought ingredients for it already, it was in motion already baby.”

“well now you have to tell me,” you poorly persuade.

when you pout your lip and stare up at him with those puppy dog eyes, ace finds it difficult to deny your request. he sits up against the headboard, bringing you with him when he can’t say no to you.

“alright, alright. i can’t say no to my pretty girl.” ace slots a finger underneath your chin and rubs your bottom lip with his thumb. “i was planning to make your favorite chocolate for you, with thatch’s help, of course.”

your heart swoons at the idea, your gaze softening when his big, beautiful brown eyes lock with yours. “how did you even remember that? i think i’ve mentioned it maybe once?”

“well i knew you were going to be my girlfriend so i can to remember that,” he shrugs, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “i still want to make them for you, maybe you could show me how?”

for a moment you contemplate an intrusive thought before devilishly smiling at him. “right now?” you ask, smiling like a child in a candy store.

ace glances to the clock on the wall and to the window noticing the moonlight pouring into the room. “it’s past midnight,” he states.

“and?”

he doesn’t know why he asked, it’s not like that’s ever stopped either of you from wreaking havoc across the ship any other day.

ace thinks for a minute, opening your shared bedroom door the tiniest bit while peaking around at the other doors in the hallway. the surrounding rooms were quiet and, from what he could observe, dark assuming that everyone had already fallen asleep.

“everyone’s asleep,” you whisper, your warm breath tickling his skin. he jumps, having not expected to have been there, before mimicking your wicked smirk from earlier.

after doing your best to tiptoe to the galley, which was a difficult task considering ace’s heavy foot, both of you are in the kitchen pulling pots and pans out of drawers and ripping open bags of ingredients ace couldn’t even pronounce.

“i’m sure there’s something in one of these books,” you murmur, shuffling through the neat and pristine pages of a dessert cookbook you found.

“what’s so hard? it’s just chocolate. cocoa powder, flour, eggs, blah, blah, blah. i don’t need a cookbook babe,” ace pompously states, snatching the book from your hands and tossing it onto the counter.

gathering some random ingredients, bowls, and a couple of kitchen utensils, ace splays the contents out while wrapping an apron around his waist as if he had done this a million times.

you cross your arms over your chest, “yeah and that’s how you get salmonella poisoning, dummy.”

his brows knit together. “salmonella? i’m not using fish, it’s just chocolate,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

you stare at the back of his head until he notices you haven’t said anything else. “what?”

biting your bottom lip, you shake your head, “oh, nothing.”

what a simple man.

“so what am i going to do?” you cheerfully ask, hoping your aid will save you both the trip to the infirmary.

ace shakes his head again, “babe, this was supposed to be my gift to you. now just sit your pretty booty down and let me get to work.” the confidence in his tone is almost humorous as you begin to fear for the worst, watching him pour random contents into one large bowl.

you stare between the absurd amounts of ingredients knowing that thatch wouldn’t be too happy in the morning, and your boyfriend who, despite the cocky attitude, was quite charming when he was cooking.

“didn’t take you for much of a baker,” you chuckle. “it’s cute on you.”

ace’s smirk is accompanied by a blush that flushes his cheeks as he flexes his muscles ever so slightly. “you aren’t gonna have to lift a finger when you’re with me, babe. i know a special recipe just for you.” he winks before grabbing a whisk and viscerally mixing the contents of the bowl. 

as expected, spills of both liquid and powder contents splatter across every surface of the kitchen. you wish you could’ve been surprised, but it’s ace, so you really weren’t. not so carefully, he removes the hot pan from the oven; you swear if he weren’t made of fire he would’ve given himself third-degree burns by now.

the heavenly scent of chocolate invades the entire room, not an inch untouched by the delectable aroma as ace plops a piece of chocolate in his mouth with a smile.

you didn’t know what you were expecting, but the face of pure delight wasn’t it. ace nods his head, doing his best to swallow before handing you a piece on a napkin.

“babe, you have to try it, they’re so good.” he moans, taking another and then another piece in his mouth.

after waiting for your piece to cool, you take a small, refined bite of the snack inspecting the inside ever so slightly.

hmm…creamy…soft, but not too soft…you could pick up hints of raspberry…with a slightly bitter aftertaste. oh my god, was it actually good?

“oh my god ace, this is—”

“what the hell is going on here?”

both of you freeze when a booming voice screams from the doorway. like deer caught in the headlights, both you and ace slowly turn around to see a rather angry thatch who is eyeing the mess on top of the counters.

“before you say anything, you have got to try this,” you offer, rushing him over a piece of this chocolate as a peace offering.

“tsk, knew you’d corrupt her, ace,” thatch murmurs, inspecting the piece just as you had moments prior. his eyes squint as he tosses the whole piece in his mouth, chewing it ever so slowly while glancing between you and ace.

once he swallows, a look of shock washes over him. “wow dude, didn’t think you’d nail my recipe after one try, but this is pretty good. i’m not even that mad,” he kudos ace.

you freeze, realizing what thatch had said, “wait, your recipe?”

thatch nods his head, already reaching over to eat the remaining pieces of chocolate.

“thatch’s recipe?” you quiz, pointing your finger in ace’s face.

he flashes you a cheeky smile, realizing the lie he got himself caught in, “in my defense, i didn’t think he was gonna show up.”

all you can do is laugh, leaning into his chest as his arm wraps around your waist. his lips rest gently on your forehead ever so slightly, pressing a kiss to the area while handing you another piece.

“since ace is in trouble, does that mean he’ll clean up my kitchen?” thatch asks, holding a broom out for either of you to take.

after a shared glance, ace groans snatching the broom from thatch’s hand.

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[esoterichistoria]

Confession: I feel like lennabel is lowkey the weakest part of the comic. Yes its the selling point and the focus and everything but everything else like the misfits/lenores friendships, the spectres, all the side characters and backstories (especially lenores), the history of the school/where they are all way more interesting. And then oh heres another y/a "toxic but not actually because uhhh its hawt" ship. They have a secret conversation about the game or fodder or whatever. Or their "history" which is lenore forced to hang out with her and then being left with a bunch of insults? With lenore and her friends we see them grow and bond together but with lennbel they just hug or kiss or something. Why does lenore like annabel? Because...pretty? Because she gets all in lenores face? She always ignores what lenore has to say and literally tried to kill her friend without telling her. Like every other aspect of the comic is super neat and intriguing but The Ship is whatever. If lenore could just seriously break it off with her after what happened it wouldn't drag the story down anymore but it wont both cause spoilers and cause its what the whole marketing of the comic is.

I might get attacked for this, but I’m starting to ship Lennabel less and less as the comic progresses (Funny coming from a Mourn pfp), I enjoy them as individual characters and seeing their relationship progress but they’re not my “ship type”. It also seems like things aren’t going to end well for them, given that this a gothic story and their views are too different from each others.

I would also like to know more about the other characters and the setting as a whole, especially the deans (I love eldritch horror).

I think it’s fair to say that the reason we probably aren’t seeing more is because we are approaching a climax. As a writer myself, I feel like we are approaching something big that will reveal a few questions we might have about the academy and such.

This comic was sold as a “gothic sapphic horror romance” so that’s why its ship focused, but I really would like to see Lenore’s relationship with the misfits get stronger, and for Annabel to hopefully make a friend outside of Lenore.

I think it’s safe to say to just wait and see what will happen.

What are all of your opinions on this?

Edit: I just want to mention that I never said I hated White Raven, it’s just not my “ship type” but their relationship is interesting and I would like to see how their story progresses. Yes, I know that it’s a romance story. I guess I just don’t like how the fandom goes insane about them and is quick to hate on the other characters for “getting in the way”.

[skyward-floored]

Can you give us some hcs on what you think the chain's dark world forms could be?

Anon you have opened a can of worms you may regret opening here we go—

Sky

Sky I’m a little torn on, because on the one hand, as the first hero I feel like he should have something very impressive, like a big cat of some sort, or a huge bird (loftwing or otherwise), but also... a remlit just fits him so well. Small and sweet and sleepy, but also fierce and vicious and capable of being a real threat. So I don’t know XD

Four

Four is tricky, I’ve never been sure of what I like for him. Hummingbirds are small and colorful, so I like that, but also the humor in making him be something like a bear or an elephant would be amazing.

That being said, I think I like hummingbird best, but I also think a cat would fit him very nicely, or a mouse or even a butterfly.

Wind

I like Wind as a seagull, and various other seabirds a lot, but I very much like him as a cat. It fits the ship theme, and he meows in game, come on.

Closely related to that, I also think he’d be great as a lion cub, because then there’d be the connection to the King of Red Lions, and it fits with how he’s small but mighty, plus if he does end up being king of new Hyrule someday, the regalness of a lion fits there rather well.

Warriors

Warriors I like as a number of things... I feel like a unicorn fits his sort of regal image, plus he could stab stuff with his horn and that would be cool. I’m thinking like the one on the cover of the last Narnia book. The one with the blood on its horn. That one.

But also, I think a peacock would be really funny, and also a wolf would fit him nicely because of the teamwork aspect they have going, so I’m not totally sure. But unicorn would be pretty cool.

Hyrule

Hyrule I particularly like as one of three things: a jackalope, a fox, or a deer. A jackalope because it ties in to his magical side and also fits with Legend’s dark world form, a fox, because they’re clever and tricky and invoke images of being hunted, and a deer because they also are hunted, but because they’re also sort of mythical feeling.

So one of those. But I could see him as any number of forest creature honestly, Hyrule is just like that XD

Wild

Ah Wild. I feel like he (just like everybody else XD) could be any number of things. I’ve written (and read) fics where he’s a fox, which I like a lot because it fits in with Time and Twilight’s canine theme, plus they’re playful, but also clever. His fur would be a silvery-bluish color I think.

I also like the idea of him being a squirrel because of the practical reasons; good at climbing, good at hoarding food, known for crazy stunts, plus if you made him a flying squirrel you’d have the glider thing too.

I’ve also seen him as a dragon (which is just cool) and a phoenix too, which is neat because of rebirth and all that stuff. But I think my favorite for him would be either fox or squirrel.

[marlynnofmany]

Interspecies Adventures While Sick

“Hi again, Smooth Vibrations,” I rasped, trying not to cough. “I’ve got a pickup for Zhee.”

Running errands with a cold was never fun, but at least this one was quick. And I was even sure that I’d met this vendor before. Waterwills really do all look the same to human eyes, since the size and color of their column-of-jello bodies was liable to change depending on health, but this one was wearing a nametag. I say wearing, but really she had it floating near the front. I was glad for that. There was no chance I’d pick up the frequencies they identify each other by otherwise.

“Welcome back!” said Smooth Vibrations brightly. Someday I’d figure out how they produced sounds, but it had never felt polite to ask. “We haven’t seen your ship in a while. Is Zhee ill?”

I shook my congested head. “He’s fine; I’m sick. He’s just busy and asked me to grab his order on my way to go rest.” I sniffed, but only one nostril was working.

“Sounds like a big favor,” the Waterwill said as she extended an arm tendril to open a drawer.

“Eh, not too bad,” I told her. “It’s a minor sickness. I probably caught it from somebody on the last station a few days ago; I don't think anyone on my ship can even get human diseases.”

“That’s convenient,” Smooth Vibrations said. “If—”

My explosive sneeze interrupted her. I’d turned away and aimed into the crook of my arm, but it was a loud one. Also unpleasantly messy. I’d have to wash this shirt.

“Excuse me,” I said, wiping my nose on the sleeve. “Ugh.”

When I looked back at her, I found the Waterwill frozen in place, her surface covered in alarmed-looking spikes. Even the vague shapes floating about her interior had stilled. Before I could ask if she was okay, she exclaimed, “What was that?”

“A sneeze?” I said. “Have you not seen that before?”

“That’s normal?” she demanded. The spikes began flattening out.

“For sick humans, yes,” I said, digging in a pocket for a tissue. “Probably other species too. Something was irritating my breathing passages, and that’s a way to get it out. Automatically. I don’t have much control over it.” I glanced at my befouled sleeve. “More’s the pity.”

She started to say something else as I blew my nose, then she stopped. The spikes didn’t reappear, but I got the impression that she was shocked in a different way. I couldn’t blame her. Those snotty noises were gross even to me. One tissue was barely enough.

“What did you say?” she asked when I was done.

I re-wound my memory. “More’s the pity?” I asked.

“After that!” she said, sounding scandalized.

“I didn’t say anything. I just blew my nose.”

“Are you sure?” she pressed. “Because that sounded an awful lot like—” She produced a snotty sound of her own, which really did sound similar.

“Wow, is that your language? I swear I didn’t do it on purpose!” This was fascinating. “What did I say?”

Smooth Vibrations paused before saying, “May all your organs clump together.”

“No, I definitely didn’t mean to say that!” I assured her, laughing a bit. “I’m so sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” she said primly, going back to the drawer. “Let’s get you that order so you can go back to your ship and rest.”

“Yes please,” I said, looking down at the tissue and wondering what to do with it. Asking to throw it in her trash can just didn’t seem polite. I ended up crumpling it and shoving it in a pocket; I’d wash all my clothes later anyway. Bluh. I hate being sick.

“Here it is,” Smooth Vibrations announced, placing a flat case on the counter. “Do you want a bag?”

“Sure,” I said, trying to make out the brightly-colored text. “Your bags are really neat.”

Smooth Vibrations sounded proud as she said, “That’s Waterwill efficiency for you!” She moved the case into a clear bag that was made out of a thin layer of their patented solid-water technology. It didn’t get anything wet, and it would evaporate in a day. So clever. “I hope you get your rest, and Zhee enjoys his music. The Loud Ones are a fine band.”

“I don’t think I’ve heard their stuff, but the name sounds familiar,” I said as I picked up the bag. It felt smooth and cool against my fingers.

“Their biggest song is ‘What The Hell Is A Shuwog?’” she told me.

“Ohh, I remember that one!” I flashed back to my first day with this crew, and Paint’s lively rendition of the song about Mesmer body parts. Zhee had been particularly grumpy about it, insisting that the song was a dishonor to his glorious blade-arms. But now he was buying the album? I laughed, then had to cough. “This is why he wanted me to pick it up for him, instead of waiting for Paint to do her supply run!” I exclaimed. “She’d never let him live it down that he actually likes that song!”

Smooth Vibrations burbled in amusement. “Sounds like you’ve got some blackmail material if he ever sends you out while you’re sick again.” She waved me away with three arm tendrils. “Go rest!”

“I will!” I told her. “Thanks!” With another sniffle that was hopefully not a different rude word, I hurried back to my ship and a much-needed nap.

~~~

The ongoing backstory of the main character from this book. More to come!

The shuwog bit is a callback to this story.

[cyberphuck]

ROYAL ASSASSIN ABRIDGED: PART TWO

My friend Razz wants to understand my shitposting about Robin Hobb’s Farseer Trilogy, but they don’t want to actually have to read the books, so I’m summarizing it for them (and you)! (Check out all the other entries in the Farseer Trilogy Abridged series at the masterpost. Also if you think I’m funny you can send me a ko-fi from there.)

EDIT: added some strikethroughs where they were supposed to go and put something funny where I had just left the reminder to write something funny. Last Time on Dragon Book Z (rip Toriyama sensei), Fitz finally made it home from the mountains. He’d seen via Skill-o-Vision that Molly had been viked by Vikings, and he was desperate to see if she’d flagged herself ‘safe’ from Being Raided on Facebook…

The next day, Fitz is minding his own business being told by Cook Sara that he looks like shit when he spontaneously decides to climb sixty four flights of stairs. Considering that his tiny teenaged body is still 89% poison by volume and he just got home from the worst road trip of his life (so far!), by the time he gets to the top he's facedown on the floor, pushing himself along by his toes.

  “Hello, Lil Accident,” Verity says, putting down his binoculars. “Wow, you look like shit.”

  “So I’ve been told,” Fitz mumbles to the floor. ”You look a lot less skeletal than when I last saw you.“

  ”Thanks! I had sex.“

  Fitz tries to get up and fails. ”I didn't even know you'd be up here.”

  “Aha, but you see, I Skilled you here, and you didn't even know it. In fact I've been balls-deep in your brain for a week with you none the wiser, because this is a thing I can do with the Skill.“

  Fitz spits out a mouthful of dust. ”Wow, when do I get to learn that kind of thing?“

  ”Never,“ Verity smiles, turning back to the window. ”Come look at my ships.“

  Dragging himself up to the windowsill, Fitz peeks out. “Neat! We'll be able to defend ourselves against the Vikings with these for sure!“

  ”Yes,” Verity growls. “And I can't wait to continue the cycle of violence by going all the way to the Viking home planet and viking them back!“

  Somewhere downstairs, the Fool rubs his temples, sighing loudly.

  ”Anyway, now that I've forced you to climb all the way up here, let's go back down so I can get something to eat.” Verity picks Fitz up by the scruff of his neck. “I want to hear all about your little trip to the Big Onion.“

  They head down to Verity's man cave, and after watching 'ASSASSIN'S APPRENTICE ENDING EXPLAINED— WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO AUGUST,' Verity reads the comments, most of which point out that Regal should have totally died in a fire for plotting to kill his own brother and murdering a bunch of the wedding party.

  Fitz looks at the hay bale in the corner, where the Fool is updating his Linkedin. ”Listen, I have a way bigger part in this book than the last one,“ the Fool says without looking up. ”I'm not gonna have time to re-explain who everybody is to you whenever you want. I've got a big death scene coming up.“

  ”You're going to die?!“ Fitz cries.

  ”Someone is,“ the Fool murmurs.

  ”You're probably wondering why I haven't punished Regal for any of the stuff he did last book,“ Verity says, steepling his fingers. ”And the truth is, I'm not going to, because he'll just throw a temper tantrum about it and I don't want to deal with that.“

  ”What if he tries to kill one of us again?“

  ”Pff, don't worry about it, Lil Accident.“ Verity waves him off. ”You can take tomorrow off to go look for your dead girlfriend.“

  Fitz stands up. ”Thanks Prince Verity, I'm gonna go have a seizure before bed.“

  But as soon as he steps out of the room, Lacey jumpscares him and drags him off to go see Lady Patience, who is laying in a pile of her current hyperfixations. ”You missed the wedding,” she says accusingly.

  ”Sorry, Mrs. My Dead Dad's Wife,“ Fitz sighs. ”Regal tried to, uh, do whatever the opposite of poisoning me and trying to drown me is, and now whenever I get excited I fall over.“ He accepts a glass of wine from Lacey, then dumps it over his head. “I've gotta move on to the next plot point now.”

  Fitz is staggering up the stairs, leaving a wet smear of Rosé after him, when a Servant Girl comes to take his arm. “Here, sir,” she says sweetly. “Let me help you weave drunkenly back to your chambers. Wouldn't want you falling down the stairs and breaking your stupid lying neck.”

  “Thanks, mysterious servant girl. You can drop me off at the corner, I’ll walk from here.”

  But instead of letting him have a seizure in peace, the Servant Girl punches him in the gut and kicks him in the nads, because she's Molly!

  “Holy shit, you're alive!” Fitz sobs. “Oh man, I had a vision that you got viked, it was awful—”

  Molly kicks him in the nads again. “I did get viked, and afterwards I came here looking for you to ask you to loan me some cash, or get married to me. My dumb ass went around to all the servants going 'hey, have you seen the scribe's apprentice, he looks just like FitzChivalry Farseer,' and someone filmed me and made a TikTok titled 'tfw you find out your boyfriend is really The Bastard.'”

  “Oh,” Fitz cringes.

  “Yeah 'oh,'” Molly says. “It has sixteen million views and hashtag Cat-Fitzed is trending on Twitter.”

  “It's called X now,” Fitz squeaks. “What about the older, hotter guy I saw you walking off with?“

  ”That was my cousin,“ Molly snarls. ”Do you think I'd date someone with an earring?“

  “Gosh, it's a good thing I don't wear one of those,” Fitz says, polishing his collar.

  ”Anyway, you're gross and I hate you,“ Molly declares. ”Do not, under any circumstances, continue to attempt to woo me. Goodbye.”

  Despite Fitz's best efforts, he continues to have a seizure any time he tries to do anything except have a seizure. Even into the next day, he's still ragdolling like a character in a seventy dollar video game on release day. The Fool appears briefly to catch a glimpse of Fitz in his underwear, but before they can do any real flirting, Lacey and Patience show up again.

  “Listen, Prince Dumbass,” Patience says, “you fucked up bigtime letting Molly think she was in your league. She came here thinking you'd grown up in a double-wide same as her, drinking off-brand kool aid and saving butter containers to use as tupperware. When people found out you lied to her, they started calling her a hump-and-dump.”

  “But we never even humped,” Fitz objects.

  “And it's a good thing, too, because as royalty you're only allowed to hump at the King's pleasure. Princes are not allowed to run around sticking their dick in whoever they want, that's how we ended up with you. You'd just make a bunch more Fitzes, and we don't have enough paid extras anymore to traumatize *all* of those kids.”

  “We could drown them,” Lacey suggests, working on a cross-stitch that says 'GALS BEING PALS.'

  ”They wouldn't be Fitzes if me and miss Molly got married,“ Fitz says. ”I'll just go and do that real quick.“

  Patience whacks him in the head with a rolled up newspaper. ”No! You're going to marry whoever the King tells you to marry, and no one else. We learned our lesson with Chivalry: we can never, ever allow you to have any control over your life whatsoever, and that includes caring about anyone other than whoever is wearing a crown that day. Besides, didn't you already sign a contract to do whatever King Shrewd told you to do without question forever?”

  “I was nine, I don't really feel like that was binding—”

  Patience grabs Fitz by the front of his shirt and jerks him forward. “Do not,” she says, “have sex with Molly. Do NOT have sex with Molly. DO NOT HAVE SEX WITH MOLLY.”

  “No promises,” Fitz shrugs. “Hey, do you have a backstory other than being the ADHD widow of my deadbeat dad?”

  Patience runs away crying. As soon as she's gone, Chade shows up. “Hey,” he says gently. “Don't cry. Kettricken's dad roped her into a political marriage and now she's miserable and lonely. That can happen for you, too.”

  “This sucks,” Fitz moans.

  “Remember not to have sex with Molly,“ Chade says as he crawls back into his wall-hole.

  ”Whatever. I'm going down into town to find my soulmate.”

  Fitz, wearing his slouchiest beanie, his blackest hoodie, and his unhappiest expression of teenaged angst, stomps down the road into Buckkeep town, hands shoved in his pockets. “Stupid Farseers,” he mutters. ”Always hasslin' me and tellin' me what to do. What do they know? Man, nobody understands what it's like to be me.“

  *Oh, you you think you got it bad, little bitch boy?*

  The entire fandom erupts into cheers and applause as the character in possession of the single teaspoon of sense in the entire series arrives.

  Fitz looks up, snarling, and locks eyes with a wolf trapped in a cage labeled 'ESSENTIAL NPC'. The angry little ball of fluff is just one of many wares sold by a dude in a full body fursuit. “Good morrow, emo child,” Fursuit says, oozing greasily forward. “I see you eyeballing that young cub. You know, an animal like that could really be useful if, say, you were a royal Bastard with Doctor Doolittle magic who was sent out to fight zombies a lot.“

  ”I'll trade you a pack of gum for him,“ Fitz offers.

  ”He's worth way more than that,“ Fursuit says. ”I went through all the trouble of building a rocketship for his wolf-mother and wolf-siblings so they could return to their home planet.“

  *I'll kick your ass! I'll kick everyone's ass! I'll kick my own ass!!*

  *'Shut up, I'm negotiating!'*

  ”A pack of gum AND this cool rock I found,“ Fitz bargains expertly, then kicks Fursuit in the shin, grabs the wolf, and runs off.

  Fitz carries Wolfcub back up to Buckkeep, looking forward to the 'wrestling with a wild animal to show dominance' scene, but then realizes that the cub is too weak and tiny to put up a good fight. What was even the point of having a pet wolf if he couldn't have a badass fight with it and then stand shirtless against the sunrise? Also, Fitz has already had two canines in his life bond to him and then have to return to their home planets, and he's kind of tired of that happening.

  *'My apartment has a no pets policy, so you're gonna have to stay in the tool shed,'* he tells Wolfcub. *'Don't wit-bond to me.'*

  Then, with nothing better to do, he leaves to go do the thing Patience and Chade explicitly told him not to: Have Sex With Molly.  ”The fuck is wrong with you lately?“ Burrich asks, some days later while he and Fitz are hanging out at the bar.

  Fitz sighs. ”I keep trying to have sex with Molly, but things are always getting in the way of my dick," he says mournfully.

  ”Mm. Been there,“ Burrich mutters, pulling down his sleeve to cover up his 'PATIENCE CHIVALRY BITTERNESS AND BURRICH 4 EVER' tattoo. ”Which one is Molly?“

  ”The hot one that kicks people in the nuts.“

  ”Oh, yeah. Half my age. I like that in a girl,“ Burrich says, and everybody decides to just go with it. ”Here's my advice to you: give up and move on. Get your post-rejection glow up, and your girl will go off to marry someone else.“

  ”That sounds like it sucks,“ Fitz says doubtfully. “When do I finally get to have sex with her?”

  Burrich grins. “That's the neat thing! You don't.”

  The next morning, Fitz gets out of bed, takes a big, cleansing breath, then puts his earbuds in and turns on his Montage Song.

  “Time for that glow up,” he says really loudly because he can't hear himself over the music.

  'Cause baby you're a firework

Fitz wrapping measuring tape around his bicep and frowning;

come on and show 'em what you're worth

running laps around the castle with Wolfcub chasing after him;

make 'em go oh! oh! Oh!

standing on one foot like in Karate Kid while Pat Morita decomposes nearby;

as you you shoot across the sky-ay-ay

Burrich taking away his AXE body spray and shoving him into the shower;

baby you're a firework!

carb-loading at the local Fantasy Pizzeria;

come on and let your colors burst

lifting weights while Wolfcub tries to bite him;

make 'em go oh! oh! Oh!

measuring his bicep again, and nodding in satisfaction.

you're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe

  “I'm bored,” Kettricken sighs as she and Fitz hang out with Kettricken's entourage. “I wish Verity would get me pregnant.“

  ”How can you be bored with fifty people constantly offering to play with you?“ Fitz says. ”Also, ew.“

  ”I could be back home fighting bears and lifting sacks over my head,” Kettricken whines, “but I'm stuck here in Lamesville with these boring losers and my husband is constantly off doing Skill stuff instead of having sex with me. Lady Modesty is constantly suggesting we watch the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice,” she adds, disgusted.

  Fitz slaps her. “Your job here isn't to be butch! This castle has been a fucking sausage party for years, and the best person to Girlboss it up is you. That means making moodboards, drinking iced coffees, doing each other's nails and YES, watching the objectively worse version of Pride and Prejudice! Look at Lady Hopeful, she's unironically singing along to 'I Knew You Were Trouble'! Now suck it up, buttercup, and go watch the part where Mr. Darcy confesses his love to Elizabeth!”

  “Yes sir,” Kettricken mumbles.

  “Bastard, first name The?“ a messenger says as he clips through the wall. ”King Shrewd finally wants to see you.“

  Fitz stands up, brushes himself off, and heads up to Grandpa's house...

[teruthecreator]

Karen if you haven't done her already :]]

OHHHHH KAREN MY BELOVED

Sexuality Headcanon:

BIG OL LESBIAN

Gender Headcanon:

one of those lesbians who uses the term as both a sexuality and a gender (like meeeeee except i dont think she’s butch. she Could have butch swag but it’s not my immediate thought)

A ship I have with said character:

karen/gingi is my automatic go-to bc like. shes a dateable the gingi ships are all so fuckin cute but KAREN AND GINGI ESPECIALLY. i think the fact that it takes so much for you to even Convince karen to leave work with you and how quickly she not only warms up to gingi but becomes possessive of them makes me go absolutely insane. it makes me bonkers it makes me want to ram my head into a wall. literally WHERE is the karen gingi sex scene dogman come ON THEY DESERVE TO HAVE FLOP SEX AT KARENS APARTMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh yeah i also have karen/mingus thoughts but those will be saved for a secret project i desperately need to start working on

A BROTP I have with said character:

karen and oliver are a dynamic i am super interested in! they have some like canon basis for hanging out—karen was being commissioned by oliver to make some stuff for the scare shack and the two had running text conversations, as mentioned in ch3. and i just think it’s super neat for those two! i know she can probably only handle oliver in small doses but i think the two would genuinely geek out over artsy stuff together. like if you put on an animated movie for them both they will both go on two separate tangents about two separate things but will completely understand the other. i just think theyre neat <3

A NOTP I have with said character:

once again, don’t ever think i’ve seen a karen ship that’s made me scratch my head and go HUH so i think we’re all good here!

A random headcanon:

this hc is kind of self-indulgent BUT it has basis in canon since karen is canonically an enjoyer of stopmotion AND really old christmas movies. but i think karen LOOOOOOOVES the rankin/bass set of classic holiday straight-to-tv films. she used to watch them as a kid and now as an adult she can appreciate the animation work and laugh at the stupid plotlines and just genuinely enjoy herself. she has as many of the movies catalogued at her house (primarily in digital form i think) and watches them whenever she’s bored or sad. this is a trait i think she shares with mingus (who likes rankin/bass for a COMPLETELY SEPARATE REASON that is also a self-indulgent soulread) but once again i go into this a bit more in my secret project i need to desperately start working on, so i won’t get into it here >:-) you’ll just have to wait and seeeeeee

General Opinion over said character:

my absolute beloved. god i just. i REALLY like karen. like even beyond a character standpoint i think i am just attracted to her. she has a printer for a head but she makes me swoon. literally could replay her route a million times just to watch her get possessive over me and giggle and kick my feet. it’s so bad folks. she has a fucking PRINTER FOR A HEAD AND I’M NOT OBJECTUM SO I DON’T KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED. SAVE ME KAREN FROM DIALTOWN SAVE MEEEEE

this part has genuinely made my heart flutter before there is something wrong with me

[michellemisfit]

Weekly Tag Wednesday Thursday

Thank you @darlingian for creating this week’s game. Thanks for the tag @juliakayyy @lingy910y @jrooc @sam-loves-seb @mmmichyyy @mickeysgaymom @deedala @metalheadmickey @creepkinginc @stocious @mybrainismelted @energievie

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father? 

Magnus Bane (Shadowhunters) would be pretty cool, AND magic.

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

Do laws include laws of science and… y’know… reality? If not… Mother fucking dragon, baby!

What is your Chinese takeout order? 

Salt & Pepper chicken. Duck pancakes. Satay chicken. Prawn crackers. An insane quantity of spring rolls for @rutherinahobbit

What's your favorite emoji?

I’ve become very fond of 🫡, but the one I use most often is probably 🥺 - it’s literally my face. I look at Ruth like that and say ‘I am the emoticon’ and then she has to be nice to me… 🥺

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

Library. For the aesthetic and the comfy comfy reading nooks! Also I would be able to have all my favourite fic bound and displayed in the library <3 <3 <3

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

My Little Pony and Animals Of Farthing Wood

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I had it for longer, but I first started really using it for Shadowhunters, and 90% of the fandom was here, before it largely moved to Twitter, and now has been struggling to move back, so has sort of become a bit homeless 🥺

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

Anything neat and tailored. I think it looks fly AF, but I have neither the body type nor the patience for it.

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

Stars Hallow is really good shout I’ve seen other people use. Also any fictional TV show that basically takes place in a home, only. I’d be all over that! haha

What is your favorite piece of art? 

I’ve been obsessed with ‘Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening’ ever since I was about 10 years old.

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

I recently broke my water bottle so I’ve got a temporary replacement one and I hate it. It’s boring and too big and not the right shape. Grr.

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

I’m pretty loud about all my fic feelings. Sometimes I unexpectedly enjoy a Mafia/Crime AU, though I would never go looking for it!

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

I’ve got three. A tote bag for when I bring lunch Tupperwares into work or otherwise have to transport big things. A large backpack for when I bring my laptop into work or travel. And a tiiiiiiiny backpack (smaller than A5) and the weirdest thing is how much stuff I manage to fit into it! First Aid Kit. Sewing Kit. Wallet. Phone. Portable Phone Charger. Sunglasses. Tissues. Cigarettes. House keys. Pill box. Misc. hair things for when other people need them.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

Carl. Ultimate chaos couple!!!! 🙌

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

We all know the old adage: You're only ever one good fic away from developing that weird kink you keep making jokes about, stay humble.

There’s nothing that hits quite the way an unexpected horny swoop hits! Stay humble. Stay open. Stay curious.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

Mickey Milkovich voice: YUP YUP

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

Agree with @lingy910y - I absolutely see Mickey and Carl fighting for the bat! it’s their potato masher!! <3

Tagging @silvanshadow @captainjowl @thisdivorce @crestfallercanyon @heymacy @ohkate @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @callivich @crossmydna @palepinkgoat @vintagelacerosette @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @ian-galagher @imikhailotakeyouian @mikhailoisbaby @depressedstressedlemonzest

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I did another one that no one was necessarily asking for, but I still wanted to do, this is Vampire Shrimp Cookie

I’ll be honest, I’m not really sure if this is even a ship, or if anyone but me ships it (and maybe @bellatheinkdemon considering they made darklobster comics this morning? But that might have just been because I requested a fankid for this ship and they decided to do more afterwards), but I think it’d be neat. I know in canon they haven’t interacted, but their backstories seem similar and I would really like to see them interact at some point, and see how they’d work off each other. Okay, I don’t think that’s very solid of a reasoning, but I just thought shipping them would be kind of neat, and put them on my list. Then this morning I had a bit of a darklobster kick, so I made this one

So does anyone remember that one time when I went on a bender looking up shrimp and then posting about them? Well okay, I only made one post, but I did still do that. Anyways, so one I particularly liked was the vampire shrimp, and I was considering using one for a darklobster kid, since shrimp and lobster are related, plus they’re big (for shrimp) and rather bulky, and also they apparently give off the impression of being scary, when in reality they really aren’t, which seems to fit Dark Choco’s personality (also they aren’t vampiric, so I’m not sure why they’re called that). So I thought “good enough” and put it as a candidate, and to be honest I just wanted to make this into a Cookie, so yeah

Vampire shrimp:

So I’ll be honest, I definitely put more Lobster into her design than Dark Choco, though I’m not entirely sure how to fix that. I gave her a grayish color because I remembered some vampire shrimp having blue-grayish shells, but I think they were more blue than I remembered. Lobster’s tone probably could have worked fine, but I mean, it makes her look more like a mix. And I gave her black hair to give her some similarities to Dark Choco (as well as me thinking it’d work good with the grey). I also put in some reds like Lobster, though I think it helps with the whole “vampire” part of her name, as well as the fact that she’s supposed to have an at least somewhat crooked mouth that resembles fangs. Though again, vampire shrimp aren’t vampiric. I gave her normal hands instead of claws because vampire shrimp don’t have claws. Also I gave her a little shark plush because she’s supposed to be shy, and I thought her hiding herself behind a toy would sell that, and I made it a shark to match Lobster’s sea aesthetic. Though maybe I should have chosen something different, as it does still lean in to the “more emphasis on Lobster” thing

I’ll be honest, I just sort of made something up for her dress. That’s something I’ve noticed, if I make a character where their torso is largely obscured, I’ll have no clue what to do for the outfit. Ah well

Also I don’t know why I drew her as a child. One thing I wanted to portray is that vampire shrimp are bulky, but I can’t really do that with a young child. Maybe I can draw her again as an adult, because that’s definitely something I wanted to keep, she’s supposed to be large. But for now at this age, she’s very small, which I guess works with her shrimp thing. Also don’t know when I decided to make her a girl, I think I was originally going to make her either a boy or non binary. Ah well

So as for her character, there’s not too much, she’s pretty basic. She’s a very shy young girl, who often hides behind her parents (or in Dark Choco’s case, usually within his capes/cloaks). She’s rather timid and has a hard time opening up to people, but if you get her to open up, she’s a very friendly individual who likes to play with others

I’d also imagine Mocha Ray to be like an aunt to Vampire Shrimp, and someone she loves to play with

Growing up, I don’t imagine her to be a warrior, as she’s very non aggressive and would rather settle things peacefully. Not sure what she’d do though

(I may or may not have just taken her personality from what I read about how vampire shrimp behave, but shh. Also I felt like it fits)

Anyways yeah, not much to say on that end. I know at one point I said part of my issues is that I wasn’t able to flesh out these fankids’ personalities in time, but now I have all the time in the world and am able to come up with very little. Though then again, it could also be the lack of creative juices flowing while I’m at home

But regardless, I hope you like her!

[echolepzy]

rant about isat to me NOW /silly

i need to know your opinions. favorite ship? sifloop or isafrin truther? favorite silly? favorite trauma? any North Island headcanons? I may be ‘on hiatus’ but that will not stop me from scrolling isat tag for several hours a day. this game is eating me alive and i’m not mad about it

-that one mutual who’s supposed to be on hiatus but is really bad at it

(i won’t be reblogging but i will send more asks to reply i need to talk to someone about this stupid fucking game-)

Oh fuck yeah gladly

Favorite ship? Personally, I prefer isafrin, but I think they’re all neat. I also really like exploring the non-romantic relationships! This game shows that intimacy and romance aren’t essential for happiness and companionship, and I really cherish that.

Favorite silly? That’s a tough one, it’s hard to pick just one! I think I’m gonna go with Bonnie, though. Bonnie’s definitely one of my favorite sillies.

Favorite trauma? Hmmm… There are a lot of ‘em. Guess it depends on my mood. Does Mal du Pays in itself count? I really like Mal du Pays. Maybe too much. At one point I was thinking “Hmm, Mal du Pays. Yes.” and a whole AU came out of it, basically.

North Island headcanons? Ah, yes, The Country (TM). I like imagining that people from the Forgotten Country are just. Literal star people. Like actually people that came from stars. Also that they were probably more technologically advanced, and they used Wish Craft a lot but on a smaller scale (with more people making wishes, the power was more evenly distributed and big dangerous wishes were less of an issue), which led to them placing very high value in the saying “Be careful what you wish for” and commonly seeing greed and selfishness as one of the worst flaws a person could have. (Semi-unrelated but I would also really like to see more about the other countries like Poteria and Mwudu)

For any miscellaneous thoughts… I love thinking about Sadnesses. My AU has some significant focus on them and expands on them a lot, and I’m hoping I’ll get around to posting it at some point (it’ll be on @spiraling-stardust though lol). Also I love seeing people write Siffrin and Loop with a twins dynamic, like a chaos duo with a shared braincell, I absolutely love it. If anyone has any ideas for different kinds of Craft that weren’t introduced in the game, I’d love to hear about that too (after all, there’s supposedly enough to fill entire books with! I think Sound Craft and Illusion Craft should be a thing).

My brother is the most Loop-coded person I know, and since I plan on cosplaying Siffrin for Halloween, he called me stardust ONCE and suddenly it’s literally my name now in some places. Wtf why did we accidentally assign each other to kin two of the most mentally ill characters ever why did this happen. Sometimes we even do the phone hand thing when we talk to each other. I guess this is a thing now (help)

If you wanna talk to me about it more be my guest!! I must talk about the sillies. The sillies ever. They’re in agony and so am I. Brand sparkling new hyperfixation and it’s spreading like wildfire

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i don't, like, truly ship tom/greg but i think they're conceptually very funny

cut for the obvious finale spoiler

“You know, it’s okay if you want to fuck Greg,” Shiv says, casually, over dinner at a restaurant she doesn’t care for but that’s fuck all expensive enough that it feels like she’s making Tom pay to make a point. He is all about pointless excess at this point because he’s fucking earned it but there is a dormant distinctly Midwestern part in the back of his brain she’s well aware of that balks at the ratio of cost to miniscule portion.

“. . .excuse me?” he asks, slowly sitting his fork down and raising his eyebrows.

“It’s not like we’ve ever done the traditional one man, one woman, monogamous once a month lifeless missionary kind of marriage,” she says, like she’s one hundred percent serious, tucking her hair behind her ears and taking a sip of whiskey neat without breaking eye contact. “If I wanted to hop into bed with a pathetic lanky idiot, I would expect you to support me. Also, also–really, what kind of CEO would you be if you didn’t molest your assistant? It’s tradition. Dad would be so proud.”

She’s smiling by the end of it, leaning forward on her elbows, all spark and mean and perfect. He loves her when she’s like this, even if he hates her when she isn’t. 

“As CEO, I think I’m entitled to molest someone more compelling than Greg,” he says, defensively. “I don’t want to know your reasons for suggesting it but I can assure you that they’re wrong. And stupid.” 

“I bet he has a big dick,” Shiv says, making an ambiguous waving hand gesture. “Just, like–considering proportions.”  

“I’m not convinced he has a dick,” Tom says. “For all I know, it’s just a void down there.” 

“I figured you’d already made him measure it for you or something,” Shiv says, dryly, popping the last tiny bite of her food into her mouth. “But, sure, you’re not fucking weird about the kid at all. No nineties James Spader putting a saddle on Maggie Gyllenhaal vibes around you two. No, sir.”

“You know, divorce is still on the table,” Tom says. 

“I hope he sues you for damages,” Shiv says, happily.