#Radish Robot

[tulio19mx]

Studio Ghibli's characters: Radish Spirit, Ponyo, Granmamare, Haku, Laputan Robot and Catbus.

Turnip-head, Monoke Mask, Kaonashi, the Heron, Soot Sprites, Teto, Calcifer, Kodama, Howl, Totoro, Jiji.

[ewkpop]

you are like THE elite moo. The OG of OG's. The grandmaster of Moomoo. 🙇🏻 Happy 10 years to you

omg FLATTERING?! but naah i'm not really the OG, i'm just the last hag standing on this particular slice of internet lol. otoh YOU have been the owner of the ultimate URL... between the two of us we have so much mamamoo stan power omg we're like some kinda MECHAMOO

[junicult]

contains ; sfw. budding romance. fem!farmer. a bit of ooc!maru. unestablished feelings. maru just wants to stir the pot 😁!

note ; i don’t even know where this came from.

lmfao i’m just thinking abt maru that definitely knows somethings going on between you and harvey just because she works at the front desk of the clinic.

aside from the first few times you came in to say hello, acquaint yourself with the two during the first couple weeks you were in town—it started to stand out much more that you weren’t just stopping in to greet her as well.

in fact, she’s seen you walk into the clinic even on her days off. she knows you’re not coming to see her.

it started off brief, she’d raise her head to the chime of the glass door opening, seeing you walking in with a smile. “is it an emergency?” she’d ask, scanning you while you quickly shook your head, “ah, no. i’m just here to say…hi.”

you were always polite about it; when she was behind the counter, you’d ask her questions about her day if it wasn’t busy. you at least pretended like she was the reason you came in.

but when you’d disappear in the back for a good while, she’d hear the laughter come from your throat and the shy hum of her boss’ voice through the thin walls.

she wasn’t naive. in fact, it became one of the highlights of her day.

by this point, she was already well aware of what was going on. so why not make it enjoyable for herself as well?

here you are again—she’s lost count of how many times it’s been. for a while she just started telling you how it is; “he’s in the back,” or when she’s feeling particularly bored, “you already know where he is,” just to see your eyes widen and your lips purse coyly.

however, this time it happened to be a very slow day. she’s been sitting behind the counter twiddling her pen for an hour now. she already finished up any extra work she could occupy herself with; now it was just a waiting game.

until you walked in, and she perked up a little.

“hey farmer, how’s it going?” she asks, slapping on a smile and tilting her head.

“i’m good, maru. how’re you? how’s that robot you were working on?” you’re sweet, but she can tell from the way your gaze darts to the door that you weren’t expecting to stop and chat.

“really good! and how’s the farm doing?” she leans in, propping her chin in her palm.

you let out a light laugh, “wonderful. just picked up some extra seeds, actually.” you gesture towards your bag, making it seem like coming into the clinic was only just because you were nearby; yet you both know that isn’t the case.

“oo, what kinds?” maru chirps, feigning much more interest then she actually cares for.

you lick your lips, once again your gaze fixing towards the door, before you plant your feet on the wrong side of the counter since the conversation doesn’t appear to be ending.

“y’know, just some seasonal ones. radish seeds, and i was low on wheat.” you recap, easily a little awkwardly.

“ahh,” she nods in understanding, hardly though.

you sit in silence for a moment. to you, it’s stiffening, it makes your eyes wander anywhere else besides her. but to maru, it’s the most interesting thing that has happened to her all day. seeing your lips purse, and looking down when she hears you softly crack your knuckle.

“so, uh… is—i’m gonna…” you mumble, taking an awaiting step towards the door, before she grins.

“oh! duh. give me a minute, he’s been busy with a couple patients all day so let me see if he’s free.” she straightens up, warm grin on her cheeks.

which isn’t something she’s ever had to do, and that was for a reason—because she’s never needed to. but what’s the harm in allowing her in on a little fun, right?

she hardly stifles her laugh when she turns away, pushing against the door just across the hall where she knows he sits patient-less—just like he always is when you come in. it’s clear you’ve discussed his schedule before, which is why you’re probably raising your eyebrows out in the lobby.

“harvey, the farmer’s here for you. like usual.” she feels inclined to add, leaning against the handle of the door.

“oh!” he turns in his chair, eyes flicking to the clock on the wall before he looks at her. “is she hurt?” it’s impossible to miss the instant worry in his tone.

obviously he’d assume so, maru has never come in to let him know of your presence.

“nope!” she smiles, “want me to send her in?”

he blinks for a moment or two, so amusing, before he nods with a hum.

and just before she closes the door she gets to see him take a quick peek in the mirror, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

“alright, he’s free. ‘round the corner, you know where he is.” maru chaffs, nodding her head in the direction.

you briefly laugh, still dripping in awkwardness that only makes her entire evening.

but, if there’s one thing about maru, it’s that she’s quite nosy. it’s unbelievable how badly she wants to ask about it.

it’s clear from the way you’re always together, seen in public, and even sometimes at festivals she’ll look over to see you talking his ear off—that you’re into him.

and from all the times she’d mention your name just to see his eyes flicker, his posture straighten, and his hands slightly tremble—he’s into you.

hell, even the times when she’d be standing in the same room as you two, watching the overly expressive eye contact, the fleeting touches; it felt like she was watching a live rom-com.

whether you both realize it or not; she does. which only makes it so much more enjoyable on her end.

[windfish6654]

Art dump 2 GO!!!!

Introducing my universes via the Orange Ones because it mostly revolves around them anyway!! Boo, favoritism!!!

This is Neutral B. It sprouts from Neutral 0, which is the canon. Here's some recent art showcasing Claus' design and character. His hair became way more curly/loopy and his color scheme became pinkish— very gently pastel in more recent work. (well, it’s supposed to be— I never remember if i actually implemented it, we’ll see how that goes with the attached art)

He is often seen together with Lucas, it’s almost like they’re back to childhood! While they may not be 100% healed from the game’s plot, these two sure do make themselves out to be at LEAST 98%. They’re a wonderful duo.

Neutral B Claus' family, including earlier concepts of him and Lucas in a sharty test

Sketch pages from a wide range in eras. Claus is an automechanic and robotic engineer in oppose to Lucas’ interest in farm and agriculture. This is where Neutral B twins got code names- Mo (Short for “Motor-Oil” haha) and Radish, or “Radcas” (Claus and Lucas respectively.)

Mo — Talkative, fun and optimistic, although forgetful with his attention issues

He doesn’t bother with the past!

Very, very hard to tick off. Not impossible.🐽

Mo says… “HI THERE!”

[rabbitcrimes]

Wangxian Fic Rec: Science Fiction Double Feature 🤖🚀

Mostly wangxian fics with sci fi elements - space, dream science, mindlink, androids, cyberpunk cities etc

Out of Nothing by Pip (Moirail) - zhanchengxian - 27k Summary: You and me, Wei Ying had said. Jiang Cheng is going to take him at his word. Command says that the first neural link is the one that stands out the most, the one that everyone has to be the most careful of, because a navigator’s thoughts can get tangled up with their pilot’s and become inextricably linked. Entangled. My Notes: All time fave. If I ever shut up about this fic you should assume I've been body snatched. Transhumanism, nostalgia, space opera, mindlink.

In Imitation of Life by travelingneuritis - wangxian - 70k Summary: Lan Zhan stops in front of one of the bespoke duplicates— a male figure, small, creamy-skinned and lithe. The name on the plinth reads Mo Xuanyu. Lan Zhan tested it on his first pass through the room. The doll was empty. No signals bouncing around its artificial brain, no operating programs queued to autostart. Not even a blinking dormancy light. "Hey big guy," says Mo Xuanyu, chrome eyes sparkling with fun. "Who do I gotta fuck around here to get unplugged?" Wei Ying is a rogue AI come to life. Lan Zhan is… handling it. My Notes: This is my Neuromancer. Actually one of my favorite cyberpunk cities EVER. When I figured out what OP was doing with the city and plot structure I legitimately went insane. Android erotics, cyberpunk city.

More fics under the cut!!

via AMONG THE STARS BY PLONK (a series of oneshots set in Firefly's CU, all really excellent but I want to draw attention a few all time faves) A Monk and a Myth - wangxian Summary: take_me_to_church.mp3 My Notes: This is THE and I mean THE final word on science fictional religiosity and devotion. Can not imagine trying to tackle those concepts without having read this. Man as myth, folk heroes, Lan Zhan's canon typical devotion. a grease monkey, a companion, and some pals aboard the lil apple - wangxian My Notes: Lan Wangji is a very prim and classy companion (in universe style of sex worker) and Wei Wuxian is a ship repair guy and Lan Wangji teaches him the ways of the secular flesh. My fucking god do I think about this sex scene all the time. Like, weekly. a chatty mechanic and a silent academy survivor aboard the lotus - wangxian genderswap Summary: Just really excellent. Wei Wuxian is a ship mechanic and Lan Wangji has psychic abilities from medical experimentation from which she's been rescued. Solidly space western, the end of this one is just wonderful. Love the mindlink elements here. escapees aboard the radish - wangxian Summary: So absolutely crazy about this one. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are both ex academy students or have both been victims of psychic medical experiments. I love it as a story about trauma and living in aftermath. Mindlink.

promises of the future by spookykingdomstarlight - wei wuxian/wei wuxian - 3k Summary: His ocular sensors spin themselves to life. In the mirror, he sees himself. And he sees himself, himself but different, reflected from the mirror he’s resting against into the mirror he’s facing. Himself but slighter, features sharper. Himself, with eyes brightened by the power of a star. Himself, crouched above himself, close enough to kiss. My Notes: Yes you read that pairing right!! Give it up for robot eroticism!!!! Android erotics, cyberpunk sensibility.

some lovely, perilous think by varnes - wangxian - 24k Summary: Jingyi makes a sympathetic sound. “I’ve got a buddy in one of the Hefei labs, and he says there’s some evidence to suggest that people stuck in limbo develop, like, whole new neural pathways. And you go in and out of it all the time, right, so who knows what your brain is up to.” His eyes light up. “Oh man, would you let me — ” “Obviously no,” Wei Ying says, voice flat. “But you’re close enough to right. I can keep you all safely in the level, but it’s tiring. I can’t be both dreamer and extractor.” “I’ll do it,” Lan Zhan cuts in, before Jingyi can protest or Wen Yuan can ask any further questions. “It’s not a problem.” “Are you sure?” Wen Yuan asks, brow furrowing. “If your sub-security picks up that Xian-gege doesn’t belong — ” “They won’t.” Wei Ying frowns. “Not for nothing, ge,” he says slowly, “but the last time we were in your dream together, I fell off a cliff.” Lan Zhan looks up and over at him. There is something in his eyes that Wei Ying can’t quite read: something fierce, and faraway. “I remember,” he says, voice quiet. “Do you?” - Wei Ying takes a dream heist job with an old friend. My Notes: God this is wonderful. We've got a full cast and some case/heist fic flavoured science fictional elements. I think it plays very nicely with a lot of the other cool mindlink stuff on this list.

world.runExecution by pip (moirail) - zhanchengxian - 30k IN PROGRESS Summary: What does it mean to be human, anyway? “Here we go,” Wei Ying mumbles, and Jiang Cheng doesn’t have the chance to ask what that means before Wei Ying’s squaring up his shoulders and moving in a way that cuts a swath through the crowd. My Notes: my group chat commissioned this for FTH in 2022 and it remains the love of my life. Pip you beautiful genius. CYBERPUNK I LOVE YOU.

i will be chasing a starlight by feyburner, sundiscus - wangxian - 71k Summary: “You know what?” Wei Ying said. “I think we should be friends.”

“Vulcans do not have friends,” said Lan Zhan. He was staring very determinedly at the screen in front of him.

Wei Ying frowned at him. “That can’t be right.” My Notes: I am so insanely crazy town about this fic. God there has not been a filler entry on this list YET! below the clouds, above the lakes by northofallmusic (tofsla) - wangxian - 22k UNFINISHED Summary: Wei Ying was not formally considered a Jiang until it became necessary for a Jiang to marry a Lan as a guarantee of alliance. Now, in the habitat dome which houses the palace known as the Cloud Recesses, he has to navigate a new role, a new marriage, and an unfamiliar tangle of political relationships and loyalties. My Notes: I remember LOVING the worldbuilding on this and really enjoying the space OP was playing in, I thought it was worth a read. Thank you so much to everyone who recommended fics!! It's coming to my attention that this list is going to get massive so I'll reblog as I read and update it 🚀

[adore-laur]

REWIND: PART ONE

Reese likes to play an imaginary game using the sixteen squares above the produce section. 

The grocery store ceiling bears a resemblance to a checkerboard, its tiles creating a stringent pattern with alternating colors of fluorescent white lights and grainy brown drywall. The juxtaposing design is an eyesore, and she has to play on a smaller scale compared to the standard board, but she makes it work. The challenge is a perfect distraction. 

Moving her dark piece diagonally to the upper right, she ends up being captured by her pretend opponent. Two squares kitty-corner from the ploy, a light flickers... 

Rewind. 

There's a piece tucked in the bottom left corner that illuminates from the flash. It can be moved without being overthrown, so she plays her turn again. No consequences occur this time. That's much better. 

Alas, a bleached retina will do Reese no good if she stays in a trance of staring at the ultraviolet beams, so she tears her eyes away and instead focuses on the array of freshly-misted vegetables directly in front of her. 

Rutabaga. What the hell does a rutabaga look like? 

The paper list in her pocket feels like an anchor weighing her down. She prefers not to go shopping alone, but her detrimental procrastination and social anxiety problems have led her to the place she currently stands at a quarter past midnight. No one else is around except for the zombie-like employees that roam the vacant aisles and robotically stock shelves, which is the exact reason why she decided to venture out at the odd time. 

Reese roughly swallows down the apprehension that crawls up her parched throat and sidetracks herself by counting the heads of iceberg lettuce. Two, four, six, eight... 

Rewind. 

Her single mission is to find rutabaga, so she mouths the ill-sounding syllables and scans the rows of cruciferous vegetables, attempting to find one that might look unfamiliar. There's kale, cauliflower, and radishes, but nothing that appears as a godforsaken rutabaga. It's the last item she needs on her list, and with her pathetic luck, it happens to be an impossible hunt. 

Reese just wants to go home. It's late, the rain is pouring outside, and her eyes burn from either insomnia or her long game of ceiling checkers. The skin of her cuticles has been picked raw, and her cheeks are starting to become prickled with heat because she's getting frustrated. She could ask for help, but that would be a crippling recipe for disaster considering her social skills amount to zero. There's also no need to be a burden, especially to minimum wage workers who also want to go home. 

Taking out her phone from her sherbet orange puffer coat that she bought because it looked like a Creamsicle, Reese slides down on the cracked screen to open the search bar. She types in a few incorrect spellings of the unknown vegetable — rootabega, rootabayga, rutabayga? Thankfully, spell check comes to her aid. 

A muted gasp escapes her mouth when the first picture loads. It's possibly the most horrendous-looking food she's ever seen. It almost doesn't look edible with its skin that looks like mold. 

According to WebMD, it's a turnip that's not quite a turnip, therefore making everything more confusing to her. Sighing under her breath, Reese begins foraging again now that she sort of knows what to search for. The reason she absolutely needs it is because it's required for her Halmoni's infamous rutabaga and parsnip soup. She's disabled, so it would have been cruel to ask her to come to the grocery store at an ungodly hour, but she desperately wishes she were here right now to assist her. Speaking of her grandmother, she should probably... 

Rewind. 

Reese reels back the tangled film of her brain. If she could just focus for one second, then she could get home quicker. Just find the rutabaga! 

"Broccoli!" 

A voice that's not her own comes from her right, making her jolt a little. It's scratchy and it seems to be directed towards someone younger since it goes a pitch higher than what she's usually used to hearing from a man. She was too lost in her own head to realize someone was in the same aisle as her, evidently looking for broccoli and, lucky for them, successfully finding it. 

Reese's phone is still in her hands, so she opens her empty messages and pretends to text a nonexistent person so she can peek over at the honey-voiced enigma. Shifting her gaze to the side, she instantly locks eyes with a bundled baby in the seat of a shopping cart. They're already staring at her, green irises and a button nose emerging from the hood of a coat that engulfs their tiny body. Their legs kick in the seat, and their hands hold a squeezable pouch of applesauce, the mushy substance dripping onto the mittens that they wear. 

Reese's cheeks color with a rubescent flush when they point their hand and begin making gurgling noises of nonsense. Regret instantly seeps into her nervous system. 

The mysterious voice playfully gasps and says, "Yeah? Tell me more." 

Stuffing her phone in her pocket, Reese wanders further away from the potential awkward position she might put herself in. She doesn't dare to look at the man as she hastily turns her back to them and heads over to the display of vibrant fruits that are opposite to the vegetables. Bright lemons with leathery peels distract her eyes, but her ears are still tuned into the two people that have also decided to go on a late-night grocery store run. She assumes it's a dad with his baby, or perhaps a babysitter. Maybe someone with their niece or nephew. Either way, she doesn't want to disrupt them. 

Rewind. 

Dammit, she just needs to find the rutabaga and go home. 

"Excuse me, ma'am, do you work here?" 

Her heart plummets and her hands become clammy with anxiety. She feels as if she's in a horror movie, the moment when the main character turns around and is confronted with their worst nightmare. In this case, Reese's worst nightmare is socializing. 

Taking a shallow breath, she slowly twists her head around. She might as well just press play. The nightmare, it turns out, is a handsome man that now holds the baby who was staring at her in his arms. Sat on his hip, the baby, who Reese guesses to be around the age of one, gnaws on a yellow teething ring that's clipped to the man's wrist. They're mesmerized by the stalk of raw broccoli that he holds in his other hand. 

"Hi, do you work here by any chance?" he asks quietly. 

Reese believes his face could make Jesus weep, surely. It can only be described as kind from first impression. Flawless skin decorated with a few beauty marks make him seem put together, physically and mentally. He has a nose that fits perfectly on his face, sloped and dotted with faint freckles. Further down, his lips that look as soft as pink sand dunes curve up into a bashful smile. He also has compelling green eyes that identically match the child's, confirming to her that it must be his daughter. The V-neck striped sweater he wears with earth tones of autumn orange, creamy white, and sangria purple goes well with his slightly tanned skin. His hair is an attractive length with soft, brown strands curling up at the ends. The rings on his fingers glow under the fluorescent lights, every scratch and bit of rust on the metal visible. It's devastating how pretty he is. 

He doesn't look much older than she is, maybe mid-twenties based on pure estimate. If her guess is true, then the fact that he already has a kid makes her feel incredibly behind in life, but she shouldn't assume his family or relationship situation. 

The man suddenly brings his pointer finger to touch his ear and the brings it down to his mouth, his lips forming the question: Are you deaf? 

Good lord. How long has she been ogling him in silence? 

"No," Reese finally manages to say, her voice sticking in her throat. "No, I can hear. And no, I don't work here." 

He nods with an apologetic yet friendly smile. "My mistake. Sorry to bother you." 

She forces herself to keep the conversation going. If she ends up stuttering and making a fool of herself, at least she knows she'll never have to see him again. 

"It's okay," she says, doing a terrible job at trying to maintain eye contact. "Hey, um, do you know where the rutabaga is? I know you don't work here either, but I can't seem to find it anywhere." 

That's good, right? She's doing well. She's honestly glad she didn't come across one of those sketchy old guys who slowly lurk by her in the aisles and tell her that she should smile more. 

His eyebrows raise as he asks, "Is it that ugly-looking vegetable?" 

"That's the one," she replies awkwardly while shifting her feet. 

He jerks his head to the side. "I think I saw some over there. Here, I can show you." 

He begins leading the way while hiking the baby up on his hip, their head lazily bouncing with each step. They look back at Reese and smile with tired, blinking eyes. 

"I'm a pediatrician, so I have to know a decent amount about vegetables since my daughter is starting to eat solids," he says, stopping in his tracks and examining the display of organics. "Surprisingly," — he holds his pointer finger up and beams innocently at her— "rutabaga is a good place to start." 

Reese doesn't know how to respond, so she just nods and tucks a braided strand of hair behind her flushed ear. 

"I'm Harry, by the way," he adds as he picks up a discolored bulb. He then points to his daughter who is drifting off. "This is Marlowe. She had trouble falling asleep tonight, so we decided to go on a little adventure. It seems to be working." 

"I'm Reese," she mumbles shyly. "She's your daughter, right? She's very cute." 

Harry looks at her with a steady, hypnotizing gaze. "She is. Thank you, Reese." His eyes drop down for a brief second before he says, "I love your style." 

Reese looks down at her outfit. It's casual, but she prides herself on the way she's able to coordinate unique vintage pieces. "Oh, uh... thanks. I like your sweater." 

He hands her the rutabaga and then rolls his sleeves up, revealing inked skin. "I got it at a thrift store near Sister Bay. Are you from around here?" 

"I'm from here, yes. I've been to that thrift store a couple of times." 

"Strange that I haven't run into you at one." He grabs a bundle of carrots and inspects them. "It's beautiful this time of year, isn't it? All the trees are changing colors. And the early sunsets." 

Maybe he hasn't run into her because she rarely leaves the house, and her only friend is her grandmother. It's probably why she's single, but that's beside the point. 

"I love northern Midwest skies," she replies, watching his daughter slowly close her eyes and rest her head against his shoulder. "I think the aurora borealis was supposed to be tonight, but I'm pretty sure the rain ruined it." 

Harry points his thumb behind his back. "I saw it on my way in! No joke." 

Reese supposes she's been in the store for way longer than originally planned. Or maybe it's her mind playing tricks on her. She doesn't even want to know what time it really is. 

"Really?" she asks, trying to catch a peek out of the store windows over the tall shelves. 

"Yeah, it's gorgeous. It's raining pretty hard, so the lights are a bit faint, but..." he trails off. 

"Shit, it'll go away soon." She immediately slaps her hands over her mouth. "Sorry! I didn't mean to swear in front of your kid." 

He grins, deep dimples indenting his cheeks. "No worries. You should be able to see the lights if you just look north where Lake Michigan is." 

"Thank you so much, Harry" she tells him, teetering on the heels of her feet. "Um, I'm going to go look for them. Thanks for helping me find the rutabaga." 

He just politely nods and waves, then continues shopping. After Reese checks out, she grabs the two brown paper bags full of her groceries and heads through the automatic doors. The rain is coming down hard, slanted and pelting the pavement. The parking lot is empty except for about five vehicles spaciously sat getting a free car wash from nature. Her sneakers squelch with each step as she veers left to try and catch a glimpse of the lights. Raindrops cascade off her coat, and her mom jeans are becoming splattered with dots of wetness. Her sleek black hair sticks to her face, but she oddly loves the feeling. 

Eventually, she stops walking and looks up, goosebumps immediately spreading from her neck down her spine when she sees the polar captivation. The faint neon green and violet streaks painted over the starlit horizon are mesmeric. Her eyes don't want to break away from the atmospheric phenomenon. It's dreamlike, yet surreal. She feels as if the earth is putting on a show just for her, the brilliant curtain of colors dancing across the sky. 

She stays frozen in place for several minutes, admiring the flickers. It's much more interesting than the grocery store ceiling. This is real life, not some mythical game she created to escape her mind. 

This is the perfect distraction. 

Reese suddenly hears footsteps from behind, splashing noises from the puddles echoing around the empty lot. She turns around to see Harry walking towards her, a long, plaid coat thrown over his sweater now. One hand carries his daughter and the other holds a clear umbrella over his head, along with three heavy grocery bags. He's lifting them with incredible ease. 

"I told you it was beautiful!" he calls out. 

Reese purses her lips and squints up at the sky. "It really is." 

He strides over and holds his umbrella over both of their heads. "Worth getting soaked for?" 

He's close. So close to the point where she notices a small silver earring in his left ear that reflects off the streetlights in the parking lot. Her gaze then falls upon Marlowe as she's fast asleep in his arms, her face squashed on his shoulder and her lips pouted. 

"So worth it." 

"Hopefully she stays asleep," Harry murmurs, adjusting his grip on the grocery bags. 

"Does going to the store usually help?" 

"Anywhere but home seems to help. Being a pediatrician means I sometimes work the night shift, so I take her to the hospital with me. That's probably why her sleep schedule is a mess. I don't really have any other choice, though." 

She doesn't want to pry, so she simply responds with, "That sounds rough." 

He sighs and says, "You could say I'm in desperate need of a babysitter. It's such a small town, so it's difficult to find one that's not already booked. My family doesn't live here either, which means they're not able to watch her." 

Reese's brain fast-forwards before she can stop the tape. It reels past every logical outcome, pausing at an accidental place. 

"I can babysit," she blurts. "I mean, I'm not a professional or licensed by any means, but I have a little brother who I watch all the time and I'm sure babies can't be too hard." 

Harry blinks once. "You're serious?" 

She can back out. She can preserve her social battery. She can say goodnight and never run into such a gorgeous specimen again. 

"No, yeah. I'm super serious." 

Rewind, rewind, rewind. 

No! Press play! 

Reese is going to do this for her grandmother. She can't sit around being unemployed anymore and expect money to grow on the tamarack trees. She needs to start pushing past her trepidation and get a kickstart on something that reaps benefits. What she really needs to do is start letting life happen naturally and in real time. If working for a hot dad can pay next month's rent, she should snatch that opportunity immediately. 

"Wonderful," Harry says enthusiastically. "I'll want to do an interview and run a background check if that's okay. I just met you, so I hope you understand my being a bit wary." 

Reese nods quickly. "Of course. That's not a problem." 

"Awesome." He kisses the side of his daughter's head. "Can I get your email or phone number so we can set up a date and time?" 

She takes her crinkled grocery list out from her pocket as well as her lucky pen she brought along that she clicks whenever she gets anxious. 

"Also," Harry says, clearing his throat, "Marlowe is deaf. I really should have prefaced that. It's why I asked in the store if you were deaf because... I don't know why, actually. I guess it's just a habit for me now." 

"I understand," Reese assures while writing down her number. "That's not a hindrance to me at all. My grandmother is partially blind and in a wheelchair, and I know it's not quite the same as deafness, but I have experience dealing with—" 

"You'd be helping me immensely, Reese," he softly interrupts. He then smirks and narrows his eyes. "If you get the job, that is." 

She laughs, breaking eye contact because goddamn, he's scarily easy to talk to. "Well, I'll be expecting a call." 

He clicks his tongue and takes the paper from her. "Absolutely. Have a good night, yeah?" 

"You too." 

Harry looks at his daughter who has now woken up. She's already studying him as he bends his fingers down to touch his palm twice. "Say bye-bye, Mar." 

She smiles and looks at Reese, imitating his gesture with her tiny hand. She awkwardly returns the gesture, then waves one more time to Harry before making her way to her car. 

On the way there, her rutabaga falls through the soaked paper grocery bag and rolls past her sneakers, stopping at the back tire of her car. She probably should have wrapped it in a reusable produce bag. 

Don't rewind, she tells herself. What's meant to be, will be. 

—— 

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

Dialogue is hard.

— —

They were still waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

Skion: Is Orth coming back?

Skion wasn’t meant to sit in one place long. STYX had already tested his limit, and now Orth had told them to wait here but not for how long. Idy wouldn’t even let anyone play a game because everyone was supposed to go back to their rooms!

So now he was sitting on a, sadly not spinning, chair, and trying his best to fidget the hours away. Well, it’s at least been an hour, right?

Vil: Isn’t he your brother? It seems like you of all people would know if he’s coming back.

Vil was sitting on his own chair. He looked fine, but that was expected. Who knows how much waiting he does per day. Most of them were sitting, actually. All except Leona, who was lying down, and Idia.

Idy had taken to pacing and mumbling. Skion couldn’t hear extractor what he was saying, but it sounded like he was mad. Even though he’s the one who’s been insisting the most that everyone stay put.

Idia: He’s going to come back. Ortho isn’t the type to ditch. We just really need a talk on what he’s doing now. Random stuff like this is going to mess up the schedule. Ortho wouldn’t do something without a r-

Leona: Maybe the bucket of bolts got some error. Didn’t ‘ditch’ us, but he might not come back. Either way, I want that bed in the room you gave me.

Idia: Very funny, Leona. Ortho is far better than that.

Skion: Also don’t call him bucket of bolts.

Skion had gotten used to being called Pest, but that’s directed at him so it’s fine. And he’s heard Idy getting called Radish Sprout, but that one’s not offensive in anyway Skion knows. And it’s not like he’s against nicknames, but Orth can’t control needing life saving upgrades. Plus they’re cool.

Leona: Why not?

Skion: Because you shouldn’t stoop so low as to insult someone for something they can’t fix right? Especially something life saving?

Idy flinched beside him.

Skion: Idy?

Riddle looked up from the instruction manual he’s been reading and rereading.

Riddle: Life saving? Would that term count for a robot? I assumed it’s more giving life.

Skion: He’s not a robot. He’s still Orth.

Idy tried to step in front, blocking Skion’s sight of Riddle. Which might have worked…

Idia: Hey, I think it’s nice if we all just-

…until Jamil joined in.

Jamil: He’s not? He’s always introduced himself as one, just in more technical terms.

Idia: Why do you guys keep talking?!

Skion: That’s…

Azul: That’s how he introduced himself to me as well. Also, please excuse the question, but Skion, why do you say ‘Idy’ and ‘Orth’ while they say each other’s full names?

Skion: Because…

It’s not like he’s against nicknames didn’t notice it before, he wasn’t that oblivious. But they never drew attention to it, and who knows what happened while Skion was gone? They could have had infinite reasons to stop.

He’s never asked, but surely they had a reason.

Skion: Idy, why did you stop?

Idy refused to meet his eyes.

Skion stood up and walked over to his brother. His brother.

Skion: Idia. Why did you stop? How much of Ortho is human?

Still no answer.

The world started to run away. So fast it he couldn’t keep hold and the world drowned away. He didn’t even feel present.

Their names. The enchantments. What else was a lie? Their time helping him adjust back into this world? Their memories together? Their brotherhood?

His eyes registered a red glow bouncing off everything in his near vicinity. It was almost pretty. It also grew against Idia as Skion stepped even closer.

The foot steps were loud enough to pierce with nothing competing to hear.

Idia: Skion, I can ex-

Skion sent an uppercut to his jaw.

Skion: I LEFT TRYING TO SAVE HIS LIFE! FOR YEARS THAT WAS MY ONLY HOPE! I TOLD YOU ALL THIS! YET YOU LIED TO ME?! WHO HAVE I BEEN THINKING WAS MY TWIN?! I’VE BEEN BACK FOR MONTHS! WHAT ELSE?

He too a deep breath and turned his tone down to as deep and icy as he could go.

Skion: Are you even my brother?

He waited for a response, but he didn’t know why. He didn’t really want one. Probably would have hated getting one just as much as the silence.

Yet he still stared at Idia’s face. A mix of hurt and bewilderment stared back.

Skion didn’t even know if he felt sorry. That was his brother, right? He couldn’t tell. His chest and mind felt like a knot that he couldn’t even imagine trying to unravel. He wasn’t even capable of using the most basic terms to describe his emotions.

So as he finally noticed his eyes stinging, his vision blurred, and the water dripping down his face, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.

—

Silence kept for a good ten minutes after Skion left. No one really knew what happened, even after he had shouted his anger. Well, maybe Idia did, but he was just as frozen.

Leona really didn’t know how a bit of teasing turned into this. Skion was a pest that had more to him, but that was something else. Him throwing a punch in the brother he’s done nothing but defend is something else.

Finally Leona was going to say something, but the Idia snapped back to. “You all- Just.” Idia pressed a button on the wall. “Stay put. A staff member will get you. And Vil, something is in your room, someone got it for you.”

Vil snapped back too. ���Wait what-?“

But Idia had left. As Ortho had done. As Skion had done.

There was only one question left. And Leona was sure he wasn’t the only one asking it.

“What the h**l just happened?!”

— —

Didn’t come out exactly how I imagined it, but hopefully it works.

Big OOF.

[zephtheduck]

Stuff I've heard at school: Part 16

P1: "As long as it doesn't bother the people with OCD then it's okay"

P2: "And who cares if your shirt comes undone"

My imaginary friend is Jeremy, what's yours? ADOLF HITLER!

P1: "Double it and give it to the next person"

P2: "Double your GAY and give it to the next person??"

P1: "Yeahhhh"

You're autistic AND gay! You're a nightmare to interior design!

I love Hozier! That funky little bog man has my soul in a chokehold

I fucking hate that felt-faced freak (about a French puppet pineapple)

My baseball playing dad snooped through my yarn

When two chairs love each other very much…

I don't wanna read French I have a headache. I don't wanna HEAR French, I have a HEADACHE!

*Teacher walks in wearing a Boston Bruins jersey, immediate sounds of booing*

P1: When I say skin color I mean my skin color (brown)

P2: can't really argue with that

P1: "I'm not going to give you the context, I'm only going to say one thing, FUCK women"

P2: "That's probably the right thing to say to the lesbian"

Ciel hasn't even entered the chat yet and we're using his name in vain

Pass the gauntlet or get cancer

Oh yeah, sorry I killed you, at least you're alive now

Yeah, you have to be a good classmate, and donate your liver

P1: "You should eat, oranges! Orange slices"

P2: "How is that going to help?"

P1: "The power of- the power of-"

P2: "The power of vitamins?"

P1: "The power of Asians"

First word, happening to be a bad one. Very first word of the day.

Bro got leukemia and dipped, like I never met him, my dad never met him

P1: "Give him a hot chocolate"

P2: "He'll die if he has a warm drink-"

P1: "Then give him cold chocolate??"

P2: "You mean chocolate milk?"

What is the up guys *arms crossed, peace signs*

P1, very aggressively: What does you law teacher tell you guys every day?!

P2: Have a good day, stay in school, don't do drugs

P1: And what did you do?

P1: I'm having a bad day, I've been skipping school, and I'm on drugs

P1: "hey white people"

looks of confusion at the one brown member

P2: I'm not white?

P1: Oh. well you're an honorary white. a half-white

P2: Half-white! I have partial rights now.

somebody in this hallway smells like tomato soup

give him a room temperature lemonade

nobody's gonna mug me for my glasses, they're from Walmart!

Art kid (derogatory)

If grandma is racist can grandma be racist on facebook

No it was music sent from GOD when I found the scorpion. It was telling me I was going to die

*Calmly listens to msub whimper audios in the middle of class, locked in on math sheets*

Singing Gaston in perfect key, loudly in the hallway

Maybe Saladfingers's autistic son

Hashtag free your mom

P1, a lot louder than he should have been: "The robot! saw the kid jacking off!"

P2, in a tired sort of quiet: "Yeah, that sounds about right"

P1: "My donuts dead"

P2: "What"

P1: "My milkshake is dead."

Donuts make me nut

If you do that one more time, I'm going to turn you into a pickle jar

Cross breeding turnips

P1: "I don't like how that's shaped. It's shaped a little too suggestivly"

P2: "It's a fucking radish"

Is vibrainium used to create vibrators? That's why it's called vibrainium

pp is irrelevant

I wanna eat your phone screen

I can change my gayness flavor

Dumbo, affectionately

P1: "What's up straights, gays and Asians

P2: That's crazy, what's up jew

You're out of your 'normal' pills (adhd meds)

*exasperated, after getting objected every other sentence during a mock trial * Can you just let me cook??

[theenpcbracket]

The TTRPG NPC Tournament Semifinals (Round 4): The Shrike vs. Radish

Images are in the order of the poll! Image ID included, click to see the full image please!

More about each NPC below the cut!

Character 1

Name: The Shrike Party: The Fosters Relationship to party: Mom, stepmom, former boss, current leader

What makes them the best NPC: She's a thousands-of-years-old gnomish planar-physics prodigy from the future. She's divorced. She's engaged. She misses her wife. She's an absentee mom and she's mom of the year. She bakes the best scones in the world. She will shoot you with a harpoon without hesitation. She invented robotics. She loves prime numbers. She built her own legs. She sold her soul to a dubious and unknowable god in order to save her species' future. She's even a lesbian. The Shike. Bwaaaa

Quote: "YOU DON'T GET TO BEAT ME AT THIS, MOTHERFUCKER. WILL YOU MARRY ME?"

To learn more about The Shrike, check out the extra propaganda in her tag here!

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Character 2

Name: Radish Party: Department of Disregard for the Constabulary Relationship to party: Little dude we met someday

What makes them the best NPC: Radish is a little radish with arms, legs, and a face. He runs around a farm owned by a crocodile man and screams. Constantly.

Quote: "I'm a security system!"

To learn more about Radish, check out the extra propaganda in his tag here!

[normalmall]

INFORMATION ABOUT CHARACTERS (will add more when other characters get introduced)

Cheese

Cheese is literally me, but not quite as well. Obvious self insert. Characters unsuspecting that.

Backstory:

Cheese showed up to the mall one day and simply wanted to be a employee. It's unknown where it even lives that, but there are rumors it sleeps in the mall.

Facts:

Cheese flinches regarding being yelled at, due to this Peter doesn't like raising his voice around it.

Found a robot in the alleyway.

Works at the cash register.

Leni

Leni is very irresponsible around her job and peers, wonder she hasn't been fired yet.

Backstory:

Leni wanted to work at the mall because oh sweet she'd loved to work near the big ass aquarium.

Facts:

Anthro feline of some kind.

Came from a rich family.

Has two ex girlfriends.

Damn right she's a lesbian.

Was told by Cheese specifically to not flirt with it. Understandable.

Peter

Peter is the straight man of the group. Reacting to things like.. a normal person.

Backstory:

Not much is known about Peter other than he has stated that he has a wife and kid at his home. No photographic evidence.

Facts:

Anthro polar bear

Bro got resting bitch face.

Stated many, many times he's straight.

Doesn't own a phone. So he can't really share photographic evidence.

Vent Creature

Nobody really knows what the actual fuck Vent Creature is. Neither does it know itself.

Backstory:

Nobody even knows where this thing originated from. Vent Creature doesn't know much words to even share. It lives in the vents.

Facts:

Vent Creature is a temporary name.

Leni wanted to name it Cabbage but was shut down by Peter.

Supposedly steals radishes.

Yes the employees are aware of it. Why else would Peter have unscrewed the vent?

Cheese and Vent Creature have not interacted yet.

Only able to say a few limited words.

Heard a lot of swear words from Peter.

[aaajaxolotl]

Feast Your Eyes: Fandom Cookbook Recipe Review #8

Shaking Up The Kitchen Status Quo - Official Five Nights At Freddy’s Cookbook

Tonight's menu: sourced from the Official Five Nights at Freddy’s Cookbook

Main Dish: Bonnie’s Buddha Bowl, pg 86

Dessert: Superstar Daycare Strawberry Shake, pg 114

Full review under the cut!

Aurum Leuci’s Log:

[Begin recording.] Hey there. Back at this weird pizza… mall… thing with the robots. For some reason it’s always night when I show up here? Not sure why. I bet it’s awesome when it’s actually open, but time seems to move weirdly while I’m here. The robots seem pretty cool with me being here, as long as I’m cooking. I don’t mind— since they can eat (for some reason?) they’re a pretty good audience. I’ll probably head back to the weird computer world soon… but later. The robots want me to go bowling. See you! [End log.]

Please see this post for my full review scale!

Main Dish: Bonnie’s Buddha Bowl

RATING:

Difficulty: 5/5

Ingredients: 5/5

Immersion: 4/5

Time: 5/5

End Result: 5/5

TOTAL RATING: 24/25

This dish was delicious, if not totally immersive to FNAF (though I could see this being served at the Pizzaplex, since it’s more akin to a Dave and Buster’s than a Chuck-e-Cheese). Since my family is plant-based, I decided to give it a shot, since this is one of the few recipes in the cookbook that needs no substitutions. It was a lot of work— between all of the vegetables and frying the tofu and roasting the chickpeas, I did all of it manually. But it was SO worth it. I didn’t include the broccoli (because I don’t care for it and had already chopped up 5 radishes, a red onion, and a zucchini) but it wasn’t missed. Solid meal, and it was fun to prepare!

Dessert: Superstar Daycare Strawberry Shake

RATING:

Difficulty: 5/5

Ingredients: 5/5

Immersion: 5/5

Time: 5/5

End Result: 5/5

TOTAL RATING: 25/25

Fresh strawberries, a couple scoops of ice cream, and whipped cream with sprinkles. Really, impossible to go wrong with. And it didn’t go wrong here! I don’t have much to say about this shake, really— it was delicious and really, really easy to prep. My only complaint is that it called for chia seeds…. 1 tablespoon of chia seeds…

We now have a… very large… bag of chia seeds. Please give me suggestions for foods you can make with chia seeds. I think we’ll be working through that bag for awhile. I’m not even sure what it even added to the shake… but honestly, it definitely fits with the Pizzaplex vibe. Chia seeds are just… they sound healthy while not really adding much in terms of taste.

Seriously, though. I need chia seed use ideas.

Tune in next Wednesday (7/3/24) for another fandom cookbook review!

[checkoutmyflow]

Star Elite Trivia: De'Andre Wilde

So I'm remaking my old De'Andre trivia post.. I'mma try to post more often about my Blue Lock ocs, but I felt the need to redo this.

Now onto the post! Hope you enjoy?

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Hometown: Detriot, Michigan (June 21: Leo) - He shares his birthday with his twin brother, Amari Wilde. However, De'Andre's 6 minutes older than him.

Family: Father, (Deceased) Mother, Older sister, Twin (younger) brother, Younger brother, Younger brother & Younger sister (Twins)

Height & foot size: 181.6cm (5'11.5ft) and 28.7cm

Blood type: Rh-null (I have the rarest blood type in the world, apparently I get it from my mom.)

Favorite athlete: Joe Frazier

Age when he started playing: 10 years old

Favorite motto: "Wake up with purpose, sleep with satisfaction"

Best trait: His confidence (I know my worth, my skills and what I want to achieve in life.)

Worth trait: His desensitization (Due to being into horror pretty young, I'm desensitized to some things. Things that'd have a person's jaw dropped, or better yet, crying and hyperventilating, would probably be like watching a family movie on movie night for me. Not to say I'm completely apathetic tho.)

Favorite food(s): Anything spicy (I like the way spicy food feels in your mouth.. tho most spicy food doesn't have its spark as it did with me when I was younger tho.), Cajun food - Fun fact: De'Andre's spice tolerance is extremely high, so high that it's almost considered inhuman to other people - Favorite snack(s): Vegetables (Exs: Bell peppers, Cauliflower, Radish, Beets), Spicy peppers, Spicy snacks and candy - Favorite drink(s): Water, Gatorade (specifically red), Coconut milk, Almond milk, Orange juice, Ginger tea, Mint tea

Least favorite food: Natto (It looks like someone ejaculated into some beans... the texture is no better)

Hobbies: Martial arts, Body training, Anything horror related, Sports, Playing trombone, Cooking, Robotics

Favorite season: Spring and Early Autumn (I like the weather and temperature. it's perfect to work out in)

Favorite song: Hit em up by Tupac

Favorite movie(s): Real Steel, the Silence of the Lambs

Favorite manga(s): Black Lagoon, Hajime no Ippo, Berserk, and The Drifting Classroom

Favorite smell(s): Gasoline, Cinnamon, Pine, Sage

Favorite subject(s): P.E. and Science

Least favorite subject: English (It's just more boring to me than other subjects, though I'm good with it.)

Extra curriculars in school: Band (Trombone, Drum Major), Robotics club, Horror club

What makes you happy?: Hanging out with loved ones, Playing soccer with his brother and watching him improve

What makes you sad?: Amari being sad

What is your fetish: N/A (I don't think I have one.)

His type: Muscular people? (I've never liked anyone in THAT way before. Romantically or sexually. I just don't prioritize it? Though, I can admire a muscular person.)

First time someone confessed to him: 6 (It was from this one girl.. she still won't leave me alone to this day. She's a sweet girl, but FUCK is she annoying.)

Favorite childhood memory: When Amari had a nightmare and came into De'Andre's room to sleep in his bed with him. De'Andre agreed stubbornly, but to this day it's still his favorite memory. (Don't tell anyone I said that, especially Vespa, he won't ever shut the fuck up about it.)

Number of Valentine's chocolates he got: 100+ (I'm one of the most popular kids in school. I mean, yeah it's cool but sometimes I really wish I wasn't known like that because I have a whole ass fanclub at my high school... not fucking proud of it. Last Valentine's day I lost count with how many gifts I got... past 100 for sure.)

If he was able to take AllStars out for a day: He'd take them to an escape room. Bonus if it's a horror escape room.

His phobia: Pediophobia/Fear of dolls (I- fucking hate dolls. Fuck I hate them so-- fucking much.)

[dragonballnewstar]

Match Maker- Any of my muses that catch your attention

//-gestures to your entire blog, then to my entire blog- TAKEYOURPICK

Okay okay okay so strap in we got a lot aksj

TATER - she's adorable and I'm pretty sure her and Ampa would be cute friends. Spencer would be smitten because he has 1 braincell and she was nice to him. I don't think Tater could put up with Kali in big doses and Dakkori would exhaust the poor girl...her and Boba...? Idk probably also cute friends!

CUMBER - Scary big man but would be funny if Dakkori pokes the beehive. Not sure the result with the others? I'm open though! Spencer would avoid him because that's a Big Dude

TRUNKS AND GOTEN - okay I'm biased....I have loved them since GT days. I've been dying for more Goten and I'm loving their dumb little super hero thing in the manga rn. Ampa loves super heros (her aunt has a whole super hero identity--) and the tech thing for the Briefs house could work. Spencer would probably get them into trouble. Kali *is* trouble lolol

RADITZ - I'm actually loving our thread with him and Dakkori /)(\ I want good things for the Radish and I'm happy to have helped in a thread for him to reach super saiyan..I'm open for the others too, like Boba would have to work with him in Conton if we're doing a Xenoverse-verse lol

YAMCHA - I just want good things for him...I'm liking our thread with him and Kali, but Kali is also notorious for getting bored of "comfortable"...

ANDROID 16 - Easyily a cute friendship with Ampa. She's literally already related to 17 and loves robotics and androids in general

FU - The largest and most irritating thorn in Boba's side. She's supposed to manage a city and he keeps opening holes for funsies. I feel like he'd find Kali neat in a scientific way because she's a "core person", but didn't come from the tree. Spencer fears getting dissected...

SHIN - Kali just wants to make him squirm there's no wholesome from her on this one

Miguel - Him and Boba have a similar work ethic, but also since you mentioned his device....Ampa loves building tech lol they also both got weird mouth quirks and fangs, but hers don't paralyze people--

I think i covered everything im sorry its so much

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[fave-fight]

Additional propaganda for Ace because it seems like the other submitters didn't add enough:

He's canonically an athletic teenager who HAS succeeded in a few fistfights, it's just that people don't notice it because he loses a lot against people who use magic against him. He also just has hilariously bad luck with the main characters he actually fistfights, which include: a teen who grew up on the streets, a giant monster, a boxer, Floyd, a robot soldier, and a grown-up lion.

Granted, he did lose against sentient radish that one time, but there was a whole group of them (though he'd probably similarly panic against the spiders). I admit there are a lot of characters he should lose against, but NOT against the ones that were sent to lose.

Let Kanade lose against everyone like her submitters wanted her to do.

[bubbleteaop]

Noora || Mega Man OC

Appearance and Story: Noora is a tall female robot that has the appearance of a girl around 17 or 18, she wears a black suit with turquoise and blue armour. Noora is one of Dr. Wily’s robots and Noora’s serial number is unknown or simply redacted, and she later becomes part human/cyborg.

Pronouns: Her pronouns are She and Her.

Personality: Noora is a kind robot but is sometimes a stubborn person.

What Noora likes: Sweet things, Mega Man, Roll, art, her bf Fuse Man, and animes that include romance.

What Noora Dislikes: Blast Man (sometimes), daikon radish, being left out, and darkness. 

[vinylv1]

FunTropolis characters’ favorite food

Stars - Fruit gummies

Vyrus - Whatever robots eat (or none)

Sal - Bagels

Circus - Pie

Bibi - Tacos

BonBon - Radishes

Felix - Mozzarella sticks

Buzz - Honeycomb

Milki - Snow cones

Kira - Pop-Tarts 

Lily - Lobsters