#add [redacted] to the mix too

[southislandwren]

today i pretty much begged my professor to put the ice cream question on the exam, fully knowing that no one else in my class can do the ice cream. something something you are coming down with me hand in unlovable hand

[stories-and-chaos]

Shrike: Angel Learns a Lesson

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” I did my best for an ace x ace relationship, based on personal experience. Both parties are moderately sex favorable. Silly one shot inspired by my brain saying ‘what if a Stolas-esque bleep fest was extremely clinical’]

[One shot, 1106 words, no warnings needed]

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“Okay toots, you an’ me gotta talk,” Angel Dust found you reading in the hotel parlor. The lanky spider demon had been itching to talk to you one on one since you moved into the hotel. You’d moved into Alastor’s suite, happy to finally have your husband back after his seven year ‘sabbatical.’ That meant you were mostly in the Radio Demon’s company. Angel had learned not to ask him about sex the hard way.

You looked much more approachable. You had the air of a delicate bird. A little shorter than Vaggie, you had the perfect amount of curves for an hourglass figure. The shimmering flapper dress you wore showed that off nicely. Even though your arms and legs were vividly red for ⅔ of their length, they weren’t too alarming. Even your talons looked delicate. The black mask across your eyes was striking but offset by the fluffy silver hair framing your face. Your wings didn’t have a sharpness like a bird of prey and were proportioned more like a songbird.

All in all, you looked sweet, cheerful, and non-threatening.

So on a day that Alastor was out while you remained at the hotel, Angel Dust got the perfect opportunity to get some of the goods about tall, dark, and spooky. “Oh! Angel! What can I help you with?”

“I gotta know sweet cheeks, what do you an’ Al get up to?” You made an inquiring noise as you tilted your head to one side. Even that motion was bird-like. The porn star stared at you, unsure if you were pranking him. But the silence stretched on and he realized you actually didn’t understand. “Wha…how…you…” he didn’t know how to talk about sex with someone who didn’t understand innuendo. “How do you and Smiles have sex?”

That just confused you more. “Angel, ma petite araignée, I thought you worked in the sex industry. Surely you know the mechanics.” You paused. “Though I suppose I wouldn’t put it past that lousy moth to keep you in the dark.”

“I know how banging works! Jeez, I can’t do this sober.” He ordered drinks from a Husk that was trying not to laugh. He drank one, got a refill and brought one back for you as well. “A’right. You and Alastor are both as thick as two short planks about anything sexy, so I wanna know how you guys ever do anything in bed. Besides sleeping,” he hastened to add.

“Ooooooooh, okay! Sure, I don’t mind talking. But you gotta explain all those innuendos we don’t understand, got it cher?”

“You got it toots. Now spill, start with how often you do the deed.”

You sipped your whiskey as you thought back over the last century. “Mm, anywhere from one to four times a year? It varies, but infrequently is a good way to put it.”

“You only have sex once a year?!”

“I didn’t say that. It’s usually just for the night but intercourse occurs more than once when we feel up to it. Multiple times usually,” you clarified with a chuckle.

“Okay, makes sense, ya got me there. So it’s just when you’re both in the mood then?”

“I suppose you could put it that way. It’s an enjoyable activity, just not something we need to do. Or want to do as much as most.”

“A’right, we got the scheduling figured out. I gotta know technique. Positions, toys, he into kinky shit? You into kinky shit?” He leaned on the couch back, thrilled that he got you talking.

“Well [redacted] is our usual position. We’ve tried [beep], [bleep], [what], [why]. Oh and [really?] but that was uncomfortable for Alastor. [redacted] and [redacted] were fun but we were so worn out the next day. I like [beeeeeeeeeeep] to mix things up. I don’t know if they count as kinky but [oh god], [nope], [beepbeep], [thats a thing?], [redacted], [please stop], [srsly], and [wow] are all things we’ve attempted over the years. I like some [bleeping all this] and [this too] personally while he enjoys [hide your eyes], [nope], [double nope]. Oh, I almost forgot [holy shit], we gave that a try before his sabbatical.” Angel and Husk both looked at you in disbelief as your list grew. Then you continued.

“As for toys…[don’t wanna know], [redacted], [dang girl], and [bleepbleepBLEEP] all see some use. I guess [redacted] also counts. We tried [no thanks] but I hated it. We’ve both agreed we never want to try [ew] or [gross]. [How even?] has been fun. Alastor has indulged me with [no more please] a few times. Of course I reciprocate with some [BEEPBLEEP] if he asks. But really it’s mostly [redacted] for us. I’m sure we’re terribly boring compared to what you’ve been up to, ma petite araignée.”

Angel blinked at you in a daze. He held his drink loosely in his hand before downing it in a desperate gulp. Husk was once again pulling his ears down in extreme embarrassment. “I wouldn’t say that toots.”

You brushed his mop of hair from his face. The poor thing looked dazed. “Angel, cher, I think you’ve had enough to drink for tonight. Husk, do you have any water for him?”

“Getting to know the guests my dear?” Alastor manifested from the shadows, making Angel jump and you smile.

“More the other way around darling.”

“So long as everyone is behaving themselves. I wanted to know if you’d like to go out to dinner tonight? I’ve come across a little place that claims to have authentic Cajun cuisine.”

“Mais oui! Although I’m surprised you’re willing to try after what happened to the last restaurant.”

“You cannot dump black pepper into sausage and rice and call it jambalaya. It’s a sin and a disgrace and the place deserved to burn for it.”

“Right you are, Alastor. Am I dressed well enough or shall I go change?” You stood up and twirled for his inspection.

“Hmm, lovely as always my dear.” He held out his arm for you. “Until later chums!”

“We’ll be back! Make sure you get some rest Angel,” you called as Alastor led you out.

Once the two of you were gone, Angel slumped over Husk’s bar. “I didn’t imagine that right? You heard her too, right?”

“Oooh yeah. I kept saying not to ask, but you just had to know.”

“Yeah well I learned my lesson. I’m gonna need another drink after that.”

“Nah, I think Y/N was right about you having enough for now.” Husk pushed a glass of water over to him, garnished with a lemon slice.

“Asshole.” Angel did drink the water though.

A/N: This is absolutely drawn from my being married for 10+ years and still not understanding innuendos. Doesn’t matter how many times we’ve done it, that’s not how I’m wired. I’m going with “you can’t be embarrassed if you don’t care” as to why Shrike is so frank with Angel btw. It’s as embarrassing as picking out her shoes for the day. Also when you’re approaching triple digits in how long you’ve been with a partner, I figure you’ve tried everything under the sun and beyond, purely out of curiosity. My count has roughly 600 instances from 150 evenings over their life- and death-time. Feel free to mad libs her bleeped portions, I honestly only filled in a third of them in my brain, and the canonicity is dubious anyway.

@edgyboi10000 @clearly-awkward @badatpunz @deafsignifcantother @whitewolfsoldat @ch3sire-blu3

[yukidragon]

Sunshine in Hell Height Headcanons

It's June 15, which as many of you know from this official profile, that it's Sunny Day Jack's birthday today!

You might also know that it's [Redacted]'s birthday thanks to this ominous picture Sauce shared last year on this day. Funny how these two totally distinct characters share a birthday isn't it? 🤔

Anyway, I was hoping to have written something for this year to celebrate, but like last year my spoons are way too few and far between. I was also hoping to do something self-indulgent for my own birthday, but same lack of spoons halted me there too.

So, until I can stock up on more metaphorical utensils to help me do the stuff I feel like doing, I'm going to celebrate by rambling a little bit about some headcanon details.

Sunshine in Hell differs from the game demos in a number of ways, and one of them is Jack's height. As you might've seen from the profile link, Jack is canonically 6'2", but in my personal headcanon continuity, I decided to make the gentle giant quite a bit taller than that. Because it amuses me, and I struggle with imagining Jack as shorter than Cove Holden.

When deciding how tall to make Jack in my stories, I also decided to do a height chart for him and a few other characters as well. It helps to better imagine characters interacting when you can see how tall they are compared to others.

Yes, I threw in a few extra love interests to the mix, as well as a couple other MCs. I was curious to see how tall Alice would be compared to her sisters, and I had to throw in their love interests as well.

As an aside, it tickles me that even after I made Jack significantly taller, he's shorter than Bo's horny "Feed Me" form.

For those of you that need the conversion from centimeters to feet and inches, or have trouble reading the image, I'll write them down for easy reference.

Alice: 162 cm / 5'4"

Jack: 198 cm / 6'6"

Shaun: 178 cm / 5'10"

Nick: 173 cm / 5'8"

Ian: 170 cm / 5'7"

Bo: 180 cm / 5'11"

Barbie: 184 cm / 6'0"

Bo "Feed Me" form: 216 cm / 7'1"

Elias: 185 cm / 6'1"

Coraline: 172 cm / 5'8"

As you can see, Shaun, Nick, and Ian stuck with the canon heights in their profiles. It's just Jack who got a height increase because it's what I imagined his height to be from the start, and Sunshine in Hell is basically my headcanons that diverge from the game's canon, so I do what I want. It's also fun to imagine scary yandere Jack towering over every single one of the love interests. It adds to the intimidation factor too despite his gentle giant persona.

Bo and Elias don't have canon heights like the SDJ love interests, so I mostly just did whatever felt right to me for them. Bo's regular height was influenced by the mafia AU picture Sauce drew. It served as a very good height comparison chart all on its own. As you can see, Bo is just tall enough to reach Jack's smile if you don't count the ears and poofy hair.

All credit to the awesome Sauce for their lovely art of course and for feeding my headcanons. As always, I want to link to the SnaccPop Patreon as gratitude for being cool with me using their art in my posts. If you're a a free or paying member, consider checking out an important survey that went up to help guide the team in their future endeavors.

Bo looks so short compared to Jack, doesn't he? In my headcanon land, it's just a matter of perspective, and next to other people Bo is pretty darn tall. Though he's just one teeny tiny inch shorter than his puppy.

You bet your sweet bippy Barbie takes smug satisfaction in that one inch height superiority. Bo talks so big as a big bad alpha dog, but the puppy he's trying to dominate is just a bit bigger and badder than he ever expected.

Of course, Bo gets to turn it right back around on Barbie with his monster sized "Feed Me" form. Like werewolves that become huge compared to their human selves, when Bo's inner beast comes out to play, he adds on quite a lot of height and muscle. He towers over even Jack! Still, even when super sized, he's no match for Barbie.

As you can see, despite being the eldest child, Alice is shorter than her two younger sisters, especially Barbie! They got more of their dad's height genes, while Alice took more after their mom in that department. Barbie and Coraline are quite a bit taller than average, a fact that Barbie revels in, and Coraline can find a little awkward sometimes, especially during moments of weakness. It can be hard to help someone stand back up and walk when they're much taller than you are after all. It leads to some embarrassing moments for poor Coraline.

On that same note of surprisingly tall people with chronic illnesses, I thought it would be interesting if Elias would have been a very tall man if not for his illness. There's no canon height for him and he's floating with Jack and Bo in the Christmas picture, so it's hard to go with a comparative height. So, I went with what felt narratively interesting to me. With his legs being twisted, and him being hunched over with a cane, he probably appeared shorter than he actually was. It's hard to see his exact height with his lower half ghostly and indistinct as well. It's only when he actually bothers to give himself legs and stand with both feet planted firmly on the ground that he can show off just how tall he really is.

While I'm on the topic of height, I wonder if one of Ian's insecurities was his height. Some men have issues if they're shorter than their peers, and Ian is the shortest of the love interests. I can imagine it certainly didn't help if he was bullied for being short along with his general "nerdy" appearance back in school.

Still, Ian has nothing to complain about at the height he's at as a fully grown adult. Even if the other love interests are taller than he is, Ian is still above average for men in the US. He's just got the misfortune of being the shortest guy in a group of very tall people. At least he doesn't have to worry about taking the bottom spot in the height chart like Alice.

Yes, Alice is a bit self-conscious about being so short compared to her peers, even if technically she's also above average height for a woman in the US. She feels especially tiny when standing next to Jack.

Though, admittedly, Alice does find it very nice to feel tiny and delicate when Jack sweeps her up into his arms. It makes her feel less self-conscious about how chubby she is when her big strong giant of a boyfriend can carry her around so easily. Once she gets over the initial fear that he might drop her, she'll soon look forward to being whisked away by her silly clown.

Oh, and if you're wondering about Mary's height... I'm still debating if I want her to be around Alice's height or a little taller. She had the same eye color in both lives due to the eyes being windows to the soul, but there were other physical differences due to different parents introducing different genetics. I need to ruminate on that fine of detail more and see what feels more interesting to me narratively.

Though even if Mary was as tall as Barbie, she'll still be short enough for Joseph to sweep into her arms since he's just as much of a giant now as he was then. Not that it would stop him from trying even if his sunshine was bigger than him. Nothing will stop Joseph/Jack from showing his love for his sunshine!

I think I'll wrap things up on that fluffy note. I hope y'all enjoyed me going off on a headcanon ramble after such a long time. With any luck, I'll be able to get to answering some asks soon. Thanks for reading!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

[ms--lobotomy]

Since you tagged me in this poll I feel the need to answer with my thoughts for all of them. You know, for funsies.

40k Guilliman: pretty good option. He’s (somewhat) mentally stable and has talked it out with you beforehand. Though I am curious on where he acquired primarch-grade bondage equipment. Is that why it was planned months in advance? Was he spending all that time just trying out different kinds of ropes and chains that could hold him like some sort of kinky parody of Fenrir from norse mythology?? Also, he deserves sex that has him relax and not possibly shatter his partner’s pelvis, let that man rest. 8/10.

Corrupted Horus: We all enjoy a very evil and very charismatic man from time to time. And the chaos gods which are currently kinda wearing Horus’ body like a condom are one of the options presented in this poll. But before your mind gets carried away with the fantasy of hot mean DILF, we have to think: He’s still a DILF. And so his taste in music will be that of a Dad. So get ready for him to blast Imagine Dragons while sexily taking his shirt off. You plead for him to strip faster, not because you’re horny but because you hope that when he does so he’ll turn the rock & roll cover of Thunder off and fuck you properly. He won’t. 1/10.

Jaghatai: No words other than those of approval. No thoughts other than those of lust. 9/10.

Ferrus Manus pre-heresy: Not sure why you specified pre-heresy but maybe I don’t have enough imagination for a post-heresy lewding scenario, but I digress. So I feel that the sex wouldn’t be the main draw of the situation here, instead it’s more to do with trying to make a guy feel better about a body part that he wants to peel his metal-skin off of. Ferrus is a dude that has simultaneously given all of his children body dysmorphia (that they try to fix by replacing their body parts with tech) while also wanting to get rid of the most technological part of himself. And he won’t even tell people a direct answer about where he got the technological metal hands from anyway. This man is an enigma and the sex is just a backdrop for the true scenario; which is the Ferrus Manus character exploration that’s going on. So to judge purely by the sex itself it’s a solid 5/10.

Daemon Magnus: This dude will not only do all of what you specified. But he’ll also add Gale from bg3 astral plane type sex into the mix. The only limit is your imagination Babey!!! 11/10 (he may have used his psychic powers to mess with the rating).

Leman Russ: What’s not to love about a big scary man in a collar? What’s not to love about a living war machine getting restrained like they’re a simple animal?? Though him eventually breaking out of it would imply that my skills in Husband husbandry are poor, and that might make me kind of sad. 7/10 (would change it to 8/10 if you also put a muzzle on him)

Pre-Heresy Fulgrim: The number one rule of kink fantasy is that nothing will work out as perfectly as you want it to, something will always go differently than it did in your imagination because, fun fact, your partner is not a mind reader (and even if they were it’s not like they can control every action/reaction they do/have). If you fuck him he will be very very very disappointed in you and will act like a bitch about it. 3/10 (the sex stops midway through because you ruined his expectations too many times).

Rogal Dorn: The way im about to sexualise that middle aged man. Oh boy… well first of all I’ll- [REDACTED BY THE INQUISITION. SUMMONS A DAEMON OF SLAANESH IF THE TEXT IS READ OUT LOUD]. 9.5/10.

30k Corvus Corax: Now while he can’t be perceived, I can. In fact I am very perceivable. Unlike Corvus’ furtive emo outfits my fashion sense consists of wearing the most sparkly and shiny accessories all the time and in very large quantities. I dress as though I’m trying to sound like one of santa’s reindeer or a sentient human windchime. And my penchant to talk very loudly knows no bounds. So combining his extreme stealth with my extreme unstealth gives us the average of The Normal Amount Of Noticeability. Which would get us both arrested for indecent exposure. 0/10 because i don’t want to go to jail.

Sanguinius: also a pretty good option. Though I question how a man who had big issues with being deified by the mortal populace would feel about having his more “angelic” features worshipped. But I’m sure I can make it work. 7.5/10.

In conclusion: the vote goes to Magnus, but if he wasn’t there then Dorn would be attaining the title of “babygirl” real fucking fast.

Time to /finally/ answer some asks. This isn't a knock on you by any means, or anyone who's sent asks. I'm just not very good at it lol

Robby G: Listen. L i s t e n. This man is 1. the type to have a schedule for sex (nothing wrong with that if thats what people are into) and 2. the type to take it in the butt. He deserves it in the butt. Yes, he is a space war criminal. But wouldn't it be nice to put it in him?

Horse: I'm sorry, the image of an Imagine Dragons striptease is... enlightening as to the individual Horus is. He's the dad that hosts the barbecue parties. He's the dad that falls asleep watching TV. Hell, he probably wears Hawaiian shirts. (That last one's got me bricked up. Shit)

Jagh: This one got me. He fucking would be into leather, be it on him or his partner. May write a fic about it in the future. Dead serious

Ferrus: Ok, I'll admit it, this one was self-indulgent for me. Yes, Ferrus is an ass in canon. I also want him so bad, and that also entails helping him through some shit. (It's the "I can fix him" instinct.) Also, if his partner isn't ok with 17 inches, that's understandable. (Also also, I specified pre-Heresy because him coming back headless horseman style is kind of a pipe dream of mine)

Mags: Monsters are hot. Next guy

Russ: This one was a bit of a gift for my Russ fucker friend. You know who you are! And if you're a Russ fucker anyways, please be my friend

Fulgrim: This man has been through so many partners and he still doesn't understand kink very well, bless his heart. He's still gotta make sure everything goes the way he thought it would, otherwise what's even the point? Mm. Maybe he can be put with someone who makes him realize that it doesn't need to be that way.. ;v

Doorknob: Go ahead, sexualize the brick wall man. Put him in a maid dress. He'd like his partner to be a little rough, especially during... ahem. Encounters. Remember the Rogal Dorn position? Maybe not all the time, but fuck, this man needs to take it like his life depends on it.

Corax: Not for everyone, I get it. Especially if your clothes are like that. I applaud your fashion sense, you dress how I've always wanted to. But that fic's still rattling around in my mind. Thank you Raven Lady we all say in unison

Sang: You raise a very good point. I don't know how comfortable he'd be with focus on his more non-human qualities. But it can work. I have faith in you, battle brother.

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

I was scrolling thru my old posts and found the one about the boys coffee orders and… I disagree with my former self. So…

New and Improved Redacted Coffee Orders

David

It started as a red eye, no sugar, no cream. Eventually he graduated to a black eye. There’s a small coffee shop across the street from the den that he frequents. The staff knows him by name and, while most of them were scared of him to begin with, seeing how giant he is, they warmed up to him. He’s very polite to service workers and tips very well. The owner started keeping his favorite brew (a light roast single origin from Coast Rica) well in stock. Most days, when he comes in, the barista decides how many shots he needs based on how tired he looks.

- [ ] Asher

Frappe all day baby. He knows that there isn’t a lot of caffeine in those, but he’s already hyperactive so it balances just fine. He has a taste for chocolate, but always tries the seasonal ones when they come out. While the baristas hate making his order, they love his personality and always make his, as he puts it, with “extra love.” Ash claims he can taste it.

- [ ] Milo

Cappuccino. Sometimes with a pump of flavor, most often as it comes. Milo is an espresso snob. The man is Italian. Whenever they go to a new coffee shop he orders a solo to see how it tastes. He refuses to drink Starbucks espresso. Will be an asshole about how to pronounce coffee terminology.

(As a side note, Darlin’ orders straight espresso shots and takes them like actual shots. Milo is always horrified and tries consistently to get them to sip it but they simply won’t.)

Sam

Caffeine doesn’t work for vampires, but Sam just likes the taste of coffee. He’s a conoceré who loves fruity notes, unwashed processed beans, and dark roasts. His favored form of preparation is a French press, but he recently got a very nice syphon set up that he’s still figuring out. He takes his coffee with cream and a bit of sugar.

Vincent

Iced lavender lattes. Listen… Vincent is fruity. He’s a fruity fruity man. He likes it sweet and he will take it iced no matter the weather. There’s a late night coffee shop he frequents whose baristas think Vincent is an incredibly attractive gay insomniac.

William

William is more familiar with the early Parisian style of cafes than he is with American coffee culture, and he absolutely misses that. William staunchly stands by the idea that Le Procope was the first cafe in Paris, and that he drank coffee with Voltaire. He loves noisettes (espresso with a drop or two of cream) and has one nightly after dinner.

Huxley

Hux doesn’t drink coffee, but he does call the energy drinks he drinks coffee which drives Damien insane. Dames has started passive aggressively bringing Hux cups of black coffee when he asks instead of his Monster flavor of the week.

Damien

Iced coffee, no sugar, no cream. He drinks it iced because no matter how fresh the coffee is, it still feels a bit tepid to him. Drives him crazy, so he sticks with iced. When he’s feeling a little wild, he’ll add some oatmilk.

Lasko

Canonically, he drinks a doppio americano. I like to think it’s because he is too nervous/ conscientious to ask for something more complicated. He drinks it with two sugars and cream, but he doesn’t really enjoy the taste of coffee. Just the utility of it. Freelancer tries to get him into other drinks, and he enjoys the things that they get, but he never has the nerve to get them for himself when it comes time to order.

Gavin

Gavin has absolutely no interest in coffee. Caffeine does nothing for him, and he doesn’t like bitter things. What he does have, however, is a massive sweet tooth. He likes boba, but the fruity bursting type. His and FL’s favorite coffee shop is a small cafe that serves a wonderful selection of boba. He mixes it up often, but his go to a pink lemonade with blueberry popping boba.

Morgan

Morgan is a tea guy for sure. The potency and intrusiveness of seer magic can be worsened by substances, and that includes caffeine. Morgan doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink, doesn’t take anything. He drinks herbal tea, sometimes decaf black tea. He likes a decaf London Fog when he’s feeling fancy, but often drinks his tea with just a splash of milk and two sugars.

Guy

Red Bull energy. This man drinks energy drinks like he isn’t blessed by the gods with an unholy amounts of hyperactivity. Since he does have adhd, caffeine often makes him sleepy. He can be found drinking Red Bulls of all flavors at all hours of the day. They’re the only things that manage to get him out of the absolute energy slump he has first thing in the morning, but he has been known to drink them late into the night. He’s also a fan of a vodka Red Bulls.

Aaron

Black coffee. And not good black coffee, either. He likes the instant shit. Coffee so tough he can chew it. He’s had good coffee before. Freshly ground French presses, premium Italian blends, single origins from the heart of the coffee belt. And yet, nothing satisfies him like Folgers instant. Smartass does have a fancy ass espresso machine, but he refuses to use it, and only politely sips the sugar-filled lattes they lovingly make for him.

Elliot

Elliot loves coffee. It’s a byproduct of his trade. Maybe it’s a stereotype to say that all dreamwalkers love coffee, but given that he spends the majority of his day asleep, it helps when he has to be conscious and functional. Elliot loves cold brew, since it’s a really concentrated brew. He makes his own using a very dark roast. He likes it a bit sweet, a bit creamy, but he really loves

[rhaenin-time]

So, as a native on the internet, this happens every so often in a similar vain, and it's gotten me thinking — and wanting to answer it for anyone else wondering. But first, I'll share an example of a conversation (with permission).

Asker: Can I ask you a question?

Me: sure

Asker: You are native american, right? I don't know if asking this is super offensive (tell me if it is), but what tribe (is that the right word?) are you a part of?

Me: Oh that's not offensive at all. If someone ever tells you that they're "native american" or Indigenous and gets offended at the question or refuses to tell you, that's a red flag. In Canada we tend to either just ask where you're from, or use the word "nation." In the US I think the word "tribe" is a lot more common.

*I'll add an addendum (not part of the conversation) that in an anonymous situation someone might choose not to share because they worry it's too specific — especially if they're from a smaller nation — and could risk doxing. But it's not an 'offensive' question.

Me Again: I'm Cree-Michif. It's actually a little complicated to explain without a background of Canadian history and politics, because there's kind of a misconception that Michif/Métis just means "mixed." But it's just a nation/power structure that formed after the Europeans started to colonize, but before Western Canada was fully colonized.

*ie before "Canada" advanced westward, before smallpox and several epidemics and willful destruction of the environment and food supply enabled that advancement, several overlapping Indigenous multi-national (you might think, "multi-tribal") confederations ruled Western "Canada" and controlled trade with Europeans long after colonial powers would have you believe settlers "owned" and controlled said land.

My overexplaining ass again: But my family is based in a community where you get Métis (Michif), [redacted nation because the combination is too specific], and Cree in close proximity so to avoid confusion I say Cree-Michif so people know I have no [redacted nation] connections. Nations are complicated lol

*another addendum not in conversation: In my case where you're family is both Cree (I won't elaborate on the particular type of Cree because that does get a little too specific for the scary white part of the internet that could put this information together) or another First Nation and Michif, you tend to identify by your political identity/citizenship. Which for me right now is Michif but that might well change to [redacted type of] Cree as more and more past exclusionary laws are repealed (complicated). For many people in certain parts of Canada, the difference between being a member of a "First Nation" or Métis is whether your great great (possibly further) grandparents were enrolled into a "First Nation" and relocated to a reserve (sometimes consisting of multiple nations at that), or "compensated" with scrip (complicated) and fated to join what I'll semi-affectionately call the Métis Road Trash. It's more complicated than that of course but I'm trying to keep it as simple as I can.

Poor Asker who didn't know what they were getting into: Well, I definitely don't have a 10 in Canadian story. Or that class at all.

Me: haha probably not because it's intentional disinformation on Canada's part

"What was that about?" you might ask.

Well, I notice this issue comes up a lot around circles not exposed to "Native Americans." I use that term for the sake of recognition. In a formal setting typically "Indigenous" works if you're talking in a broad sense, but the problem is that it often has a broader interpretation than "Indigenous to North America." Both work in a pinch, though they might come off a little awkward in the wrong situation they won't come off as rude. "Native" kind of gets a bad reputation because of the way racists will use it, but honestly it's the term most natives are comfortable using in informal settings when not referring to a specific nation (see, I even did it there) and "Indigenous" comes off as a little too formal or awkward. But if you're an "outsider" to the subject it's still probably the safest term. Just don't say "Indian." Some natives from the older generations and certain... (subcultures? I want to say?) will use it but it's specific to those contexts. "Indigenous" works fine most times with the occasional "Native American" if you need to get more specific. Even if you're talking about natives in Canada. "Aboriginal" kind of works but it's really fallen out of favour and these days it's more associated with Australia.

Where was I? Right. The colonial powers deliberately under-educate and misinform the world about the matter and I find people are unsure of how to approach it.

So I prefer to compartmentalize my various online activities and so usually keep my real world politics to my real identity, and the politics I can’t do there to… somewhere else. But I have an interesting, diverse reach here not only of people I probably wouldn’t ordinarily engage with, but of people who might not normally engage with or be educated on the subject.

And I do feel like people are often scared to ask questions they worry that, out of ignorance, might come off as “stupid” or racist. But those are also often the questions on people’s minds…

I end up in situations a lot, be it voluntary or accidental, formally and informally, where I'm designated the educator on “native matters” to an assortment of people, even international groups. Moreso than other natives because I tend to operate in more international environments, am formally educated on the matter, and... I’m on the whiter side of the “racially ambiguous” spectrum and for some reason people in general seem to trust my ability to speak “objectively” on the matter than they might otherwise. Can’t imagine why…

So I figured this might be good practice for real life, for anticipating and preparing for those questions people might be afraid to ask.

So I'm starting a sideblog where the anon asks are enabled. Where people can ask whatever "stupid" question regarding Indigeneity has been on their minds. Keep in mind that I am one person with one citizenship with one experience, and I obviously don't speak for all natives, or even all of my nation. But I do have a lot of experience, and knowledge of other experiences, that I reflect on. And I'd call myself knowledgeable and pretty (formally and informally) educated on a lot of matters related to colonization to the point where it makes people uncomfortable — always a good sign.

So what can you ask? Pretty much anything regarding the general concept of Indigeneity as pertains to North America. I'm sure I'll get more specific later on but for now I'm just starting out informally

For example:

my experience or "qualifications" (that I'll explain as specifically as I feel comfortable on the internet. I'll probably also make my own post about it pretty soon)

fictional portrayals

history

terminology

"appropriate" language

"stupid" questions you were too afraid to ask

Some I'll answer in my own opinion, in my experience, to my knowledge, and/or according to my research. I'll try to make it clear which one I speak from.

Again, starting informally. Start off little by little, see what people want to know. And maybe we'll get into some deep dives that I can actually use in real life.

!!! My One Boundary

I'm going to be coming at this in good faith because again, I don't want people to worry about their questions sounding racist. Which means that, to the point where I can be sure the racism is unintentional (don't worry, you won't cross that line by mistake) I'm going to be answering in good faith. Intentional racism will be mocked and debunked accordingly, unless I simply lose the patience and choose to ignore it.

So since I'm already going to be extending my patience a lot in the interest of educating and debunking colonial myths, I am not interested in over-extending it for fandom war gamergate 2.0 nonsense.

The anon option is only for questions regarding Indigeneity. It is not for your fandom war bullshit. It is not a way to reach me after I decided you were annoying or troubling or simply did not have the patience for your nonsense and blocked you. I disable anons here for the same reason I block — I am not interested and I do not have the patience. I know that some of you are reading this because I know that some of you are obsessed. So let me make this clear: if you abuse a tool meant to prepare me to educate others in real life about colonization and Indigeneity, and to educate people here who are interested, you're being a fucking racist.

I know better than most just how much fiction — and popular interpretations of fiction — shape our reality and serve to either challenge or reinforce underlying biases. I find it distasteful enough that a story about the patriarchy has been twisted the way that it has by playing into the bothsidesism and contrarianism that hbo encouraged for profit and is one of the things they’re going to hell for. I reserve the right to choose not to engage with the circles dependent on justifying, denying, and outright endorsing an assortment of bigoted mindsets through, of all things, Catholic-flavoured victim-reversal. No. Take that shit elsewhere. Bury it to be safe.

You can ask me questions about my personal and/or educated opinion on fictional portrayals of Indigeneity or colonialism, including the worldbuilding of ASoIaF. But I repeat, this is not a channel for you to whine to me about your fandom nonsense. I'm coming into this with an extremely open attitude (as open as I can manage at least), and this is the boundary I'm setting. If you cross it by sending shit to waste my patience that I've chosen to extend for completely different reasons, you will not like what I do with it. That threat may sound vague, but my planned course of action is not.

It is so sad that I needed to write that, but I did. And it probably didn't work. But at least I get to be mad about it when it doesn't. And that's what's important.

Anyways... back to the asks!

If it’s a general question, maybe include where you’re from what your education was like. So I can get a sense of how different people are educated on the matter. And ask away! Don't worry if it's not answered right away. Like I said, I'm starting off slowly and informally, with different kinds of answers, sitting on some asks for awhile, until I find a groove.

You can follow/ask me at ask-a-native!

(And I'll likely be reblogging answers here as well. How much depends on how much fandom nonsense ends up funneling through)

[thoughtsandbones]

Bubbling to the surface, slowly but surely.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Mention of profanity, fluff, medical inaccuracies and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

PLEASE reblog and like! Hope folks are enjoying the series, I am building up characters and plots, cos I have a lot ideas and just been enjoying writing :D

Song inspo: 99 luftballons - Nena, Moves - Milo Greene,

Word count: 2K...

A/N: Flashbacks are getting messed up when I am indenting them and I am getting lots of errors when publishing the work, please bare with some mistakes and spelling issues.

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10 and PART 11

Part 12

Price waved over at a blonde woman who was walking off a helicopter, carrying a small overnight bag over her shoulder and a laptop bag in her right hand. As she approached Price, she raised her sunglasses to the top of her head.

"Great to see you John" Kate Laswell says shaking hands with Price

"Good to see you too Kate" He responds shaking her hand and then giving her a pat on the shoulder.

"We've got a lot of work to do in locating Makarov." Laswell says as she followed Price up to his office.

"Understood, no leads on Shepherd?" Price asked, bracing himself for the answer he already knows

"Nothing." Laswell says, look at Price dead in the eye. "Whatever he's done to disappear, he's done it well." She adds

Price gruffs

"When is the mission brief?" Laswell asks Price, moving to sit down on the sofa, Price follows her move.

"Hour from now." Price says checking his watch. "Need to talk to you about somethin'" He adds leaning close to Laswell

"Uh oh, I know that look" Laswell smirks

"Our new doctor, Hari, she went on the mission to Siberia with Captain MacAlasdair" Price whispers

Kate leaned back, taking in this new information. Not much was known at what happened there...

"If it was the mission to track down intel from that satellite, that could hopefully tell us what Shepherd hid." Price said

"And where he could be" Laswell continued. "Have you asked her?" She added

"No, she needs time to settle in. But she has been thinking about the Captain" Price says

"How is she in the field?" Laswell asks

"Not been in the field, but has the capability" Price said

"She's not operating on this mission?" She asks

"No, too new and she's actually been fixing up the infirmary" Price responded

"Ah, someone capable of actually mending you all when you're broken?" Laswell laughed

"Shall see after this mission" Price chuckled "Cup of tea? he adds

"Of course" Laswell smiles

Mission brief

Price headed to the infirmary, as he approached the open door, he could here the rapid typing coming from inside, he stood in the doorway and looked at you, concentrating on the laptop, eyes narrowed, muttering to yourself.

"How were the health checks?" Price said

You look up and slightly smile.

"Good, all med-kits are checked and ready, everyone is good..." You trail off.

Ghost's blood pressure... You contemplate whether or not to tell him.

"Yeah?" Price exclaims

"Yes, all good" You say, snapping back from your thoughts.

"Briefing time?" You assume, as Price stares at you. You finish off the last part of the report, and click save. You look up and he nods

"Yes, sort of, Kate Laswell wants to meet you" Price says, giving you a smile

A smile appears on your face.. "Okay, I'll come now" you say saving your reports and locking your laptop.

Getting up, you follow Price, going up the stairs until you reach the 5th level. You've never been here before..

Prices opens a glass door and gestures you to walk in. Doing so you see a slim blonde hair lady wearing a pantsuit, you looks up at you a smiles. You scan to your left and notice Lieutenant Ghost also in the room leaning back on a chair.

"Dr Kaur, nice to meet you" Laswell says, coming up and shaking your hand.

"Nice to meet you ma'am" You say, Laswell laughs

"Call me Laswell, please" she says heading back to her laptop. You take a seat two spaced away from Ghost, he looked at you and nodded, you nodded back. Price sits opposite you.

"I've spoken to Kate about getting you on our next mission, you'll need to get trained up" Price starts

You lean forward and listen and nod along his words. "Yes sir"

"Ghost will be overseeing your training" Price says, awaiting your reaction, he watches you look over at him.

"As long as that's okay with the Lieutenant" You say

"'Course it is" Ghost said, looking over at you, your eyebrows burrowed as if you were still unsure of him.

"That's settled then" Price says smiling at Laswell, Ghost and then you.

At that moment Soap and Gaz walk into the briefing room, Gaz sits next to Price, and Soap sits besides you, giving you a nod.

"Alrigh' Doc?" Soap says grinning slightly

"All good" You say, tilting your head back, knowing exactly why he is grinning trying not to think of his naked torso. But you can't help yourself, Soap's naked torso flashes in your mind.

You bite the inside of your lip, trying your hardest not to smile, but you feel your cheeks go pink. In the corner of your eye you see Ghost staring at you, looking down at your left wrist, you note the second hand moving past the number 2 on the dials.

How many seconds will it be this time Lieutenant? You think to yourself as you look forward to Kate who has begun her briefing, but you angled your head slightly more to Ghost who was still looking at you.

You look down briefly at the second hand on the watch, 30 seconds...

C'mon Lt can we make to over a minute You think as you look back up.

Laswell begins explaining about how the team will be dropped into Urzikstan, and then will make their way on foot to Al Mazrah to try an intercept an arms deal with AQ and Russian Ultranationalists.

You see you Ghost break eye contact with you when Laswell click on her laptop and the slide appears of a map of Urzikstan and Al Mazarah. Looking back on your watch, 58 seconds.. not bad...

There was a line in red across the map highlighting their route. Laswell changes the slide. A picture of a their guy they're after appears, brown black spiky hair, blue eyes and he had a snark expression on his face. Under the image, was his name V. Makarov

Your eyes widen and lips part slightly.. Could it be the same person? The image of the a Fire Disk flashes in your head with the name Vladimir Alexei Makarov in black marker on it.

Eye flickering between Laswell and Price as she continues to talk about the briefing, Price chiming in every so often.

No... Yes.. maybe.. It doesn't hurt to ask. You fret in your head, you feel your heart rate increasing.. That would mean talking about Siberia..

You left hand reaches up slightly, Price takes note

"Got a question?" Price asks

You look at him and then Laswell who stopped talking, all eyes and bodies shifted towards you.

"Is that Vladimir Alexei Makarov?" You say slowly

Laswell and Price both look at each other.

"That is one of his aliases" Laswell says

"You know him?" Price asks, eyes widening greatly

"No, just..." You trail off " What do you know of Siberia 2010?" You add looking at Price and leaning closer in the chair.

Ghost looks up straight at you, along with Soap and Gaz. Is this finally it? he ponders and looks at Price then back you.

"Apart from Captain MacAlasdair's death, nothing" Price said, eagerly awaiting you to open up about a mission that he knew little about. He sensed your hesitation and a sudden fear coming across your face.

You take in your Captain's name. The fact he died and you could've saved him.

"Shepherd blacked out the report then?" You scoffed

Ghost looks at you, your eyes now looking down at your fingers nails.

"7 words on the report. 2 pages." Ghost said monotonously

You look up at him in shock, eyes narrowing.

"No witness report?" You say, raising your voice slightly.

Ghost shook his head

"Bastard" You hiss

"Hari, tell us what was the mission?" Price said slowly, and gave you a reassuring look

Looking at Laswell who had now sat down, and nodded towards you, giving a slight smile of encouragement.

"The Allen-Hibino satellite had intel that contained military weapons advancements from a Japanese and American coalition from the 1990s to 2009" You said

"Allen-Hibino?" Laswell says bringing her laptop closer to her and taking out the cable that linked to the projector. The slide read loss of signal and she began typing away on her laptop.

"Yes, it was supposed to have re-entered in the Pacific near Japan, but ended up further down somewhere and the Russians got to it" You say.

"Nothing about the mission on the Gusev satellite?" Price asks

Looking back him with a confused face, eyebrows joining closer together.

"You knew there was a satellite?" You ask, wondering what he actually knew about the mission.

Price leaned back a bit, raising his left hand

"Kate and I found out that Makarov has been interested in satellite parts that crash landed in the early 2000s and that the Russian military had it in an undisclosed base in Siberia" Price said "We thought it could be related to the Siberia 2010 mission" He added

Ghost turned and looked at Price. He thought he knew everything there was to know about Makarov and this mission. He then turned to you, taking in that stern face, but your eyes, they told another story. You were full of regret and pain that comes along with relieving that moment of knowing you could've done more he thought.

"We were only told about the Allen-Hibino satellite" You croke, a pit forming on your throat.

Ghost looked on at you, watching you try and remain calm.

"CIA reports the Allen-Hibino hitting its target re-entry point and taken for decomission." Laswell says, stunned at the report staring in front of her. Fully fabricated.

"Shepherd" Price snarls, crunching his fist tight

A heaviness that had been planted in your inner being since you chose not to take that damn shot grew and your felt your insides become tighter.

"How deep does his betrayal go?" Gaz spits out, you look at him and see his face scrunched up in anger, he looks at you and his face softens. You divert you gaze down.

"He's got the intel" you whisper not looking at Price, but you could feel his and everyone else's gaze on you.

"It's not your fault" Laswell says. "I worked directly with him." She said

"Does this change our upcoming mission?" Soap says, curious as to how this new intel, well, resurfaced intel, could effect what could happen next.

"Not really." Price says looking at Laswell

"We still go ahead, but our next mission will be different" Laswell speaks up and then looks at you "Dr Kaur, when we can, I want to talk to you about Siberia."

"Kate, I don't thin-" Price starts as he looks at her and then at you.

"I don't remember much after Captain MacAlasdair and I were compromised" You say bluntly "There's a 5 page witness report missing or destroyed that detailed what happened" You add

You look down at your nails again, picking at the skin around the edge of your nail on your forefinger with your thumb.

"I've tried to remember, but then I -" You stumble. Inhale for four, holding for four and then out for four... That does it. You clear your throat, still feeling all eyes on you, you continue to look down at the table.

"I understand" Laswell says, finally accepting your defeated demeanour. She clears a throat and plugs the cable back in, the slide resumes.

You look and see Price looking at you, he gives you a sympathetic smile before looking at Laswell who was

"Alright this mission on Urzikstan is reliant heavily on Farrah's forces..." Price starts.

You hear him talk and go on, but a high pitched ringing enters your left ear again, making you feel light-headed. Drowning out the voices surrounding you, you concentrate on your breathing, in for four, hold for four and exhale for four.

Watching the minutes go by on your watch, the meeting was soon over, Price held you back as Laswell, Ghost, Soap and Gaz left the room.

Ghost watched you remain stoic, as he got up from his chair, his casual glances hoping there was some change in expression, but nothing. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, he wanted that silly face to appear again that you did when you were teasing him, throwing up the jazz hands. A small remnant of your past self. He closed the door behind him and followed Soap.

"You alright?" Price sighed, leaning closer to you despite the clear table being barrier.

Looking up at his face and you clear your throat, trying to get rid of the feeling of the lump.

"Yeah, yeah" You said

"Look, it's hard revisiting the past" Price begins "But, I- we- are here for you, but you have to be honest" Price finishes, he lets you make it your turn to talk.

"Yes sir, I understand" You say, trying not to sound to blunt but keep a level of strength about you.

Price looks on at you. He understood how hard it would be for you the go back rethink about a moment that made you leave this life. Even more difficult now that the weasel who sent you, all of them, on these missions and had good people die for the benefit of him and his agenda.

"Captain Price, I will try and to remember" You say, forcing yourself to give him a smile, but you knew he could see right through you.

"Hari, I will be by your side, as will the rest of the team" Price says getting up from his chair and walking over to you. He sits on the chair once occupied by Soap and put his hand on your left shoulder.

"Survivors guilt is hard, I know" Price said, his hand gripping your shoulder a bit tighter, somehow trying to let you know that you can't blame yourself.

Yet it was. I should've taken the shot

Price gives you another pep talk, and you reply simply with a yes sir, of course sir... Leaving the meeting room, you head back down to the infirmary.

Siberia.

Take it slow, take your time, no rush you pander to yourself as you let yourself back int he infirmary, you leave the door slightly open and head back to finish the reports.

After about hour of work you give up. Instead you turn your chair to the right slightly, placing your feet up on the edge of the desk and begin the gaze as the Sun descends to the horizon, embracing the myriad of colours made in the sky.

....

Ghost walked into his room and sat on the edge of his bed, taking off his mask, and placing it on his bedside table. Running his hands through his hair, he could feel the grease sliding across his fingertips. As his fingers reached the back of his neck, Simon gently fell back on his bed.

Closing his eyes, he went through a check list of things he and the team needed to do before the mission. His mind then ran through what each task Soap and Gaz needed to do. Then you.

Simon felt that same tinge of pain hit his chest and then ripple through his body again. You were so deadpanned.

Guilt had been bubbling up within him. Each time he was alone with you he had the opportunity to expose himself to you. But he was apprehensive.

Training with her again will be interestin' he thought Maybe you'd recognise somethin' and you'd figure it out during trainin'

Simon rolled his eyes That's fuckin' stupid

Johnny was right, he can't keep it up for long. It'll eventually catch -There was a knock on his bedroom door suddenly.

"Just a minute" He gruffled loudly, rolling over to his side and finding his mask, putting it on. He got up and headed to his door.

There you were, standing a few paces back..

"Lieutenant, have you taken your tablet?" You ask

Ghost had forgotten about the small pill you gave that was his in pocket, his brought up hand up and fidgeted around his pocket until he found it.

"Sorry doc, forgot" He adds. Did you just come up to check if I'd taken my medicine

"Ah, good!" You say smiling. Ghost was taken aback a bit.

"Are you free then?" You ask, smiling slightly again

"Yeah" Ghost said clearing throat of coarseness

"Want to see something cool?" You ask

Ghost narrowed his eyes slightly and checked his was 21:10pm, what would you be showing him?

"Sure.." He said slowly and stepped forward, you stepped back and turned.

He followed as you walked away, he locked his door and then caught up to you in a few short strides. He led you into the infirmary, the lights were off..

You head over to the window and look back and see Ghost was standing in the doorway, as he always seems to do.

"Come over here" You say gesturing towards him. Ghost walked over to you by the window. He notices the flood lights lighting part of the ground of base, he scans the sky, orange mixed in with blue. He turns to look at you, still confused as to what you were showing him

"Do you see it in the sky?" You say nodding your head up a bit. Ghost looks up and sees a single bright speck shining in the orange-blue hue.

"That star?" He asks and looks back down at you

"That's not actually a star, that's the planet Venus" You smile, looking up at the planet again

"That's a planet?" Ghost says, his eyes drift back from you to the planet again. "Venus, like that Roman goddess?"

"Yeah, named after the Roman goddess of love and beauty" You explain "But what they didn't know was that it's atmosphere is so deadly and has volatile volcanos"

"It's so bright" Ghost says entranced by the brightness of the planet in the night sky. The longer he looked, the less he felt troubled, he felt how small his and the world's problems were. For the first time, in a long time, he felt small.

"Second brightest object in the night sky." You say, "Mood is just on the other side of the building"

Ghost looks down at you again, you continue to look up at the planet, smiling. You looked so happier, he savoured the smile on your face.

Always were a nerd, glad you're still a nerd he thought as he remembered how you once said you loved those Star Trek films and shows, and the idea of exploring space.

A soft ping rang through his chest, giving his body a nice warmth, he felt the corner of his lips curve up, he could feel the little dimple form on his right cheek. He looked back at Venus, so far away and so calming.

"Lieutenant, can I ask you something?" You say turning your head to him, Ghost looks back at you

"Sure" He says

You take inhale sharply here we go

"Did you know about Siberia?" You say.

Ghost took in your expression of concern, your eyes glistened against the dim light coming in from the remnants of the sun but mostly from the floodlights.

"I knew there was a mission to Siberia with the Captain, didn't know what the details of the mission were."

He watches as you take in the information and nod, face going stoic again.

"You said the report had 7 words" You ask him

"Yeah, no witness report attached to the file" He gruffed

"Foul play" You mumble

Ghost grunted in agreement and looked back out of the window. Both of you standing there, looking out the window at Venus, 108.28 million km away from you both, yet still managed to capture them with it's burning beauty.

In the corner of his eye, Ghost looked down at you, still looking up. He enjoyed the quietness with you, both of you alone together in the silence... It was strangely comforting for him.

You looked up to Ghost and smiled, it was nice sharing quietness with him. He looked down at you, locking his blue eyes with your brown eyes. There was still a sense of familiarity hidden within his eyes, like you've gazed upon those eyes eons ago... Narrowing your eyes, you wished you could remember, but the black paint coated on his skin made it difficult to see any distinguishable moles or markings.

Whomever you are, you do not want to be known.

Checking your watch you release it nearly 10pm.

"You should take your tablet and sleep" You say reminding him

"Yeah, should head back" Ghost says, grunting slightly "Training tomorrow, what time are you free?"

"6am?" You say

"Hold ya to tha'" He says he takes out the pill from his pocket, takes it out the packet, and then you move over the the water tank and grab him a cup of water. He takes it from you and takes the pill.

"Need to check your blood pressure at some point tomorrow sir" You add

He nods at you as he swallows some more water. "'Course doc" He says. You both leave the infirmary, Ghost watches you lock up.

"Have a good sleep" You say to him "Good night" You say smiling

"Goo' Nigh'" Ghost says, turning to walk back to his room.

You return to your own quarters. Lying flat on the bed, sighing heavily.

The ringing in your left ear starts again, the lightheadedness wafts over you and you hear faint yelling in the back of your head.

"Get the disk and get out Blue" Captain MacAlasdair echos from your left ear into your skull.

Shivers of sweat swell from your glands on your skin, bringing your knees close to your stomach you hug yourself, trying to soothe yourself.

"Get the disk and get out Blue"

[autisticempathydaemon]

Redacted-tober 2023 Day Five

Prompt: David & Future

Pairing: David/Angel

cw: fake gore

Summary: David comes home to a supposedly blood-splattered kitchen.

Available on AO3 here!

<- Previous Day | Next Day ->

“Surpriiiiiise~” Angel says weakly, unenthused jazz hands presenting to David his poor, devastated kitchen. The microwave and the countertop beneath it are covered in congealed, copper goo, and the streaks of it across the floor and island make the scene look more like a murder den than a home. The alpha can only begin to imagine what his sink must look like when his angel takes a dejected seat next to the cause of this madness.

“I wanted to try making a mirror glaze cake me and Asher’s mate saw on Pinterest-” they whine, arms outstretched towards the splotchy white and pink thing on the counter. “-but the glaze isn’t even the right shade of red no matter how much color I add, and I tried pouring it on, but it’s too thin! So I tried nuking it in the microwave so I could mix it again, and…” Angel trails off, the energy draining out of their body as they properly take note of the bloodbath the room had become. “I wanted to make the cake for tomorrow’s Halloween party so you’d have one less thing to worry about.”

“You need to add black food coloring if you want it to be blood-red,” David says with deep, resigned exhaustion. A sigh, a deep breath, a look at the love of his life’s distraught face, and David rolls up his sleeves to lean against the counter into their space. “You microwaved the glaze, and it still didn’t stick to the cake?”

“No,” Angel sighs, looking at the rivulets of red dripping down the fluffy, white surface.

“That means there’s not enough gelatin,” David says with a confident nod. “You frosted the cake and chilled it?” They give him a despondent nod in return, and David returns the favor with a swift, decisive kiss to the top of their head. “That’s perfect. We’ll put it in the fridge, and we can scrape off the top layer to start new.”

“You’re going to help me fix it? You’re not mad?” Angel looks up at him with wide, adoring eyes that close blissfully when David leans down for a proper kiss.

“Of course we’re going to fix it, and it’s going to be good…” He graces them with one more kiss and an adoring, indulgent smile before shoving a roll of paper towels in their hand. “…this time. In the future, you’re on your own.”

[barry-j-blupjeans]

2022 TAZ Fic Recs!!

There has been so many bangers I've read this year, oh my goddd. This list is mainly just me going through my bookmarks to share everything that's on them, because other people deserve to see them. I will not be @-ing every author, because honestly, I don't know if all of them have Tumblrs or what their usernames are if they do sldfsdf. But they'll be linked with the story!

Fics with a black heart emoji (🖤) in front of them have content warnings that really need to be adhered. I'm taking warnings from what I remember and what is in the tags of the story already. If I need to add anything else, let me know.

On the Deck of the Starblaster by papergardener - The Starblaster crew takes a well-deserved break in the sun. It's so soft that it makes my heart kinda ache, tbh! Could not recommend more.

parlay, as a gamble by anistarrose - Lucretia doesn't erase the concept of Parley as well as she meant to and Merle reaches out to the Red Robe. This one is beautifully heartbreaking and hilarious, I'm in love with it.

🖤 Symptoms by The_Fanfic_Train - The crew has defeated the Hunger and now they must through the mortifying ordeal of healing. This one got me real good, ngl. It shows so much growth and strength and adds a very realistic side to the characters that I very much enjoyed reading.

Warning for suicidal tendencies, negative thoughts, and self-destructive behaviors, and mentions of blood.

Who Have You Become In The Wake of All That's Happened? by ArtsyRiv - Magnus and his experiences with his hair and the styling of those around him. As someone who has also written an entire fic about hair, this is so beautiful. It captures the feelings connected to hair presentation so, so well and, to top it all off, T4T Magnulia, hell yeah.

🖤 I Tried To Do The Best That I Could by ArtsyRiv - Lucretia's been having nightmares in the wake of the Redaction. She's not coping with it well. This story is so beautifully written and pulls you along with all the feelings and emotions mixed in. It's soul-destroying but in a beautiful way.

Warning for self-harm, EDNOS/Eating disorders, some suicidal ideation, and an emetophobia warning.

Caves and Cypress by crowsong - In the simplest of terms, a character study of Barry between the end of Stolen Century and the beginning of Here There Be Gerblins. It's amazingly complex and so well thought out. It tossed me between angst and yearning so quickly that all my emotions jumbled up and came out as tears. There are some fun Barry and Lucretia interactions in here, as well as some very fun Barry and Kravitz interactions.

it's my party and I'll mope if I want to by Grabbingatpowerandkissingit - Angus and Lucretia make Taako a birthday cake. It's fun and funky and fresh, with a very nice little dash of angst sprinkled in. I adore it in every way.

Someone I Have Loved, But Never Known by anistarrose - A fucking fantastic AU of Barry and Lup also being voidfished and remembering their married but don't remember it's too each other. It's hilarious and so in character, I could not recommend it more.

I Saw Seven Bounties by umbraastaff (jothending) - Kravitz took all seven bounties because things like this usually come as package deals. He soon realizes he's sorely mistaken. This one is so fun. I have so many thoughts about Barry and Kravitz's interactions between Stolen Century and HTBG's and this fulfills like, half of them at least. The writing style is so charming and nice, I very highly suggest you read it.

leaving, as an injustice by anistarrose - Another absolute banger by Rose. Sort of a spiritual successor to "parley, as a gamble" further up the list, this is another fantastic Merle fic. With Mavis as the main character, we get to see Merle in a light that not a lot of people choose to write about. It's fantastic and deep and beautiful, an amazing read.

Some of my best friends are liches by Grabbingatpowerandkissingit - So, so, so good. What if Lup had gotten out of the umbrastaff really early? What if they had to deal with two Red Robes instead of one? Everything Reese writes is delightful and zesty, but I have a special place in my heart for this one.

if the grim reaper takes your professor before class starts then you're legally allowed to leave

if the grim reaper takes your professor before class starts then you're legally allowed to leave by anistarrose - Such a good take on another Barry lives after the Redaction AU. It's so funny and so good.

Scamming me, scamming you by Noodyl - Taako thinks he's flirting with Kravitz. Kravitz thinks he's being scammed (and he's kinda loving it?). This is so hilarious and I love the way Noodyl writes Kravitz, it's so very good. A perfect fun fic to wipe away all your sorrows.

🖤 Immortal Mortality by vacuumfluorescentdisplay - I just discovered this author and I'm going wild about them, just a little. This is such a good take on various deaths throughout the Stolen Century. It's so lived-in and refreshing to read and it brings a lot of humanity to the Starblaster crew, dealing with the most living-being-oriented problem: Death. Fantastic read and fantastic writing.

Warning for character death, including drowning and extreme hypothermia. There are also blood mentions and injury descriptions.

unreliable narrator by owlinaminor - An older fic but such a powerful one. It shares Lucretia's POV throughout her entire life up until just after Story and Song. It has given me a new way to view Lucretia and the way I write her and is such an impactful story. The writing style is fantastic and beautiful, I cannot recommend this more.

but the strange lights in the sky were shining by anistarrose - Barry knows things are off but he can't pinpoint why. This one so perfectly captures the feeling of offness from being in a new world but not being able to remember how or why you got there. It's very quick-paced and really captures you in the moment of it all. So good.

Live Like This by Grabbingatpowerandkissingit - Reese has once again taken an already brilliant AU idea (Tuck Everlasting-based AU, my beloved) and made it amazing. Barry's reoccurring encounters at the Fair and his life in between. It's an amazing story and so lived-in and thought-out. It's so very good.

Offworld by vacuumfluorescentdisplay - Last but certainly not least, this masterpiece. I just finished reading this the day I'm writing this and it's incredible. Barry is trying to escape his (criminal) pass and Taako and Lup are just trying to stay alive. This story follows their trip and their slow fall into trust. Tom is so good at world-building and making the characters feel multi-dimensional. The world(s) here are fantastically built and the storyline is even better. Again, I would very highly recommend it.

And that's it!! This got a little long but I wanted to make sure I didn't miss anyone on my list sldkfsdf. Shout out to all these amazing authors and all the ficlets I've been seeing all over my dash. There's so much life and love in this fandom and I adore reading every single thing I come across.

[ioveagron]

my new directions sexuality (and gender) headcanons (plus a few reasons why) - part one; the first generation (in seasons 1-3)

1. rachel berry - bisexual

- she basically admires quinn

- calls quinn pretty like 90% of the time

- lea michele herself ships both faberry and pezberry

- this post

2. finn hudson - bisexual

- i don't really have an explanation for this except; “that was so gay” in artie's musical fantasy (i think) and “that's an image that i can never get out of my mind” when he saw sam as a stripper... like okay....

3. quinn fabray - lesbian

- literally drew [REDACTED] pictures of rachel on the bathroom walls

- LITERALLY f worded santana (twice, i might add)

-“i've always wondered what it would be like with a woman”

- “rosario, you are killing it in that dress”

- the entirety of 4x14 (i do)

- she literally stared at santana and mercedes while they were shaking ass in river deep mountain high (smiling happily i might add)

- joe: i've never met anyone who's gay // quinn: oh i guarantee you have (so... you?)

- the entirety of “it's a man's man's man's world”, need i say more?

- when rachel told her she and finn were getting married, she said “you can't”... why? cause you wanna marry her?

- dianna wore a “likes girls” shirt on tour once (should be enough to convince you that girly in fact ISN'T straight)

4. santana lopez - lesbian

- well i know this is canon but since i see A LOT of people (on AO3 especially) trying to erase her sexuality, here's me explaining why she IS in fact a lesbian (i am a lesbian too so don't fight me on this)

- she did not give out “mixed signals” on the show. i know she said she was attracted to both girls and guys in 2x15 (sexy), but that part was obviously a blatant lie. after f wording finn in 1x15 (the power of madonna), the first thing she did was to ask for a burger, like girly... really??

- she also cheated on literally every guy she dated (with mostly brittany), i mean come on if a guy did a good job to her, she wouldn't even think of cheating (i don't think so at least)

- she had more chemistry with any of the girls than any of the guys she dated/in the new directions

5. sam evans - bisexual

- idk if any of you guys knew this but he was actually originally introduced as kurt's love interest on the show, so.... 🤨

- also NO straight guy would take the time to do a whole macaroni portrait of another guy (as seen in 4x17; guilty pleasures)

- blaine literally developed a crush on him idk

6. kurt hummel - gay (,non-binary and asexual)

- alright no explanation needed for his sexuality, it's canon

-also i do not actually have an explanation for his nb headcanon... i read about it once and just went with it lmao

- i do however have an explanation for the ace headcanon, in 2x15 (sexy), he said he didn't like hearing about the sex talk burt and blaine both tried to give him, and to be fair, he seems asexual

7. blaine anderson - gay

- no explanation needed, it's canon

8. noah puckerman - pansexual

- he will literally shag anyone and everyone LMFAO

prt 2 coming soon cuz i can't add more photos lmao 😭

part two!

[callsign-owl]

A Night out at the Pub

Hereford, United Kingdom - March 2019

The night air was cool and crisp as Owl followed Captain Price and the rest of Task Force 141 out of the SAS base for a rare evening off. They headed toward a local pub. For Owl, it was the first time he had been off the base since his arrival, and the prospect of a break from the relentless training was both a relief and a source of anxiety.

Price led the way to a cozy corner booth, where they settled in with their drinks. Soap and Gaz continued their casual conversation, their banter easy and familiar. Ghost, as usual remained more reserved. Owl felt out of place and sipped his drink slowly, listening more than speaking.

"So, *redacted*," Soap said, leaning back with a grin. "First time off the base in a while, eh? How's it feel?"

 "Well, it’s nice to see that the real world still exists beyond those fences," Owl replied, earning a laugh from Gaz and Soap.

"What's the deal with you and that Vodka-Redbull? Seems a bit... college party for someone like you." Soap ask with a slight frown.

Owl chuckled, feeling the familiar warmth of the alcohol spread. "It's the only thing I can stand the taste of. Everything else just... doesn't taste right."

Gaz leaned in, curiosity piqued. "Ever tried a proper ale? Might change your mind."

Owl shook his head. "No thanks. I'll stick to what I know."

As the evening progressed, the drinks kept coming. The alcohol started to take the edge off Owl's usual guardedness, and he began to relax and he started to join in on the conversations more freely. Even Ghost seemed to loosen up slightly, though his stoic demeanor remained largely intact.

Soap leaned back in his chair, taking a long sip from his pint before turning his attention to Owl again. "You know, mate," he began with a teasing grin, "you've got quite an odd accent. I can't quite place it. Where'd you pick that up?"

Owl chuckled, setting down his drink. "Yeah, I get that a lot. It's a bit of a mix, I suppose. Grew up in different places."

Gaz raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Different places? I thought you were from Scotland?"

"I am," Owl confirmed. "But I spent a lot of time in London, too. And Switzerland."

Soap's grin widened. "Really?`Switzerland?"

Owl took another sip of his drink, considering how much to reveal. The alcohol was loosening his tongue, but old habits of keeping his personal life guarded were hard to break. "My mother was from there. Also my father thought it’d be a good idea to send me to a Swiss boarding school. So, I guess that adds to the mix."

Soap nodded, clearly intrigued. "Boarding school in Switzerland? Sounds posh."

Owl shrugged. "It was... an experience. Let’s just say it wasn’t all snow-capped mountains and chocolate."

Gaz leaned in, his curiosity evident. "What was it like? The school, I mean."

Owl hesitated for a moment before answering. "Nothing special really."

Soap, sensing the shift in Owl's mood, quickly changed the subject. "Alright, fair enough. Who's up for a game of darts?"

Gaz immediately perked up. "I’m in. But let’s make it interesting. Loser buys the next round."

"You're on," Soap said, grinning as he stood up and headed towards the dartboard. Owl followed right behind, while Price and Ghost remainded seated at the table.

Gaz grabbed a set of darts and handed them to Owl, his grin mischievous. "Alright, let's see what you've got."

Owl took the darts, his hands slightly unsteady due to the alcohol. He lined up his first shot, squinting at the board. Owl threw the dart, and it veered wildly to the left, barely even hitting the board.

Soap laughed, clapping Owl on the back. "You know, for an excellent marksman, you're pretty shit at this."

Owl smirked, taking another swig of his Vodka-Redbull. "Just getting warmed up."

But it was clear as the game progressed that Owl's performance wasn't going to improve. His darts landed far from the bullseye, often missing the board entirely. His usual coordination and precision, seemed completely undone by the copious amount of alcohol he had already consumed. Each of Owl's missed shots drew more laughter and good-natured ribbing from Soap and Gaz.

After several rounds, it was obvious who the loser was. Owl leaned drunkenly against the wall, chuckling at his own embarassing display. "Alright, alright," he slurred, waving his hand in defeat. "I owe the next round."

Soap laughed, clapping Owl on the shoulder. "Fair enough, mate. I'll take a pint of whatever's on tap."

Gaz nodded, grinning. "Make that two."

Owl made his way to the bar, his steps unsteady. He ordered the drinks, leaning heavily against the counter to avoid losing his balance. The bartender handed over the pints and another Vodka-Redbull for Owl. He returned to the table, the drinks sloshing precariously as he set them down.

"Here you go, gents," Owl announced, a triumphant grin on his face.

"Cheers!" Soap and Gaz raised their glasses, clinking them together.

Owl leaned back in his seat, his vision slightly blurred but his spirits uncharacteristically high. "You know," he said, pointing vaguely at everyone sitting at the table, "I never thought I'd end up in a place like this, with people like you. No offense."

Soap laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. "None taken, mate. Life has a funny way of throwing us into the deep end."

As the night wore on and the drinking continued, Captain Price began to watch Owl more closely with growing concern. Owl's speech became more surred, his movements more erratic. Price exchanged a look with Ghost, who nodded subtly in agreement.

"Alright, *redacted*," Ghost said. "I think it's time you slow down a bit"

Owl waved him off, his grin lopsided. "I'm fine. Just... enjoying the night."

Price stood up and walked over to Owl, his expression firm but not unkind. "That's enough," he said, placing a hand on Owl's shoulder. "You're reaching your limit."

Owl blinked, swaying slightly as he looked at Price. "Limit? What limit?" he mumbled, trying to focus on Price's face.

"The limit where you stop enjoying yourself and start doing something you'll regret," Price replied, his tone gentle but insistent. "Let's call it a night."

Owl shook his head. "Come on, just one more round, yeah?"

Soap, slightly buzzed himself, chimed in with a playful tone, "Yeah, Captain! Let the man have some fun. We're off duty, after all."

Price's expression remained firm, his hand still on Owl's shoulder. "No. It's time to go. You've had enough for one night."

Owl's grin faded, replaced by a look of annoyance. He tried to shrug off Price's hand. "I don't need a babysitter. I can handle myself."

Price didn't budge, his grip firm. "I'm not questioning your ability to handle yourself. But right now, you're not thinking clearly."

Ghost, who had been observing the exchange, caught the subtle tension in Price's voice. "He's right. It's late, and we've got training tomorrow. Best to head back and get some rest."

Owl looked between Price and Ghost, frustration simmering beneath the surface. "I said I'm fine!" he insisted, his voice louder than intended, drawing the attention of other guests nearby.

Soap, sensing the rising tension, tried to lighten the mood. "Come on, mate. Let's not make a scene. How about we just head back and continue the party another time?"

Price's eyes never left Owl's, his voice steady and unyielding. "This isn't up for debate. We're leaving."

Owl tried to pull away again, his frustration evident. Soap and Gaz exchanged worried glance. Ghost stepped forward, his presence imposing as he addressed Owl. "You're drunk and you're not thinking straight. It's time to go."

Owl's eyes flicked between Price and Ghost, his defiance faltering under their stares. The alcohol had dulled his senses and judgment, making him more volatile and unpredictable. "Fine," Owl eventually muttered, his voice barely audible.

Price nodded, releasing his grip but staying close to Owl as they made their way out of the pub. Soap and Gaz followed behind, their laughter subdued but still present, while Ghost brought up the rear.

[flamingskull28]

Here are the two new characters and the other half of the misfits (if I could draw, they would look different. maybe someday I will post what they look like in more detail. Also, I may add more things to their descriptions as the story progresses.)

Tony

Born and raised in inkopolis, he grew up in house by the pier. He was always labeled as a problem child due to his desires to be "cool" in the eyes of others leading him to adopt a Greaser like aesthetic and tone. When he got into high school, he found a group of like-minded people who, all together, became a major menace to the local area. Vandalism, shoplifting etc, they even made a "gang" which was just them but with an edgy name. Overtime they got into more and more trouble and began to do more than petty crimes. muggings, breaking and entering, and actual crimes. Tony, trying to fit in, went along with this even having to serve a month in juvey for assault. After a while, he began to back pedal on the "gang" idea after seeing how they weren't 'cool' they were just criminals. But despite his attempts to persuade his friends, they stayed on their path and pressured him into staying as well. He reluctantly did so, not wanting to be alone with no friends, despite the pleads of his parents. When the octolings started coming to the surface, he noticed that his friends were incredibly racist to them. Always singling them out and mocking them, with everything else they were doing it started to break him, not wanting to have no friends but not wanting to be a part of the gang. One day he spotted them cornering an octoling girl and mocking her, for how she looked, who she was, telling her that her kind should go back underground. eventually trying to beat her up, having enough he steps in and defends her. His "friends" don't take kindly to this and attack him. He tells the octoling to run but to his surprise, she begins beating seven bells out of them. He joins her in fending them off, still being surprised that someone being backed into a corner a few seconds ago was now fighting like a soldier. After the gang ran off and they began talking, she thanked him for (trying) to help her and told him her name was Vanessa. They became friends after this, hanging out and playing turf together (he was also surprised by her combat ability's there too) and making his fear of having no friend's a distant memory he also begins to develop feelings for her but fears losing the friendship so doesn't confess.

Age:16

Weapon: heavy splatting

personality: a mix of outgoing and laidback, with a "it is what it is" look on most things and a but childish.

fun facts:

He forced the accent he has so much, it became how he talked.

barely passing high school (its summer currently so he doesn't have to worry about that right now)

Has an octarin tattoo on his shoulder, Vanessa told him it meant "warrior of the shadows." but it actually means "Mark of the gullible fool" (she thought it was funny to trick him, which it is)

does community service to try and make up for some of his time in the gang.

basically, my only character on good standing with their parents

Will eat almost anything you give him

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Vanessa

Backstory: [REDACTED] please contact an official with class 8 access to view this file.

Age: 16

Weapon: splattershot

Personality: a bit shy to most but can quickly open up. Is the type with deep thoughts and a lot to say. Loves gossip.

Fun facts:

Is a super fan of off the hook, has almost all their merch and a signed copy of ebb and flow (oddly enough she will refuse to go to any fan meet and greet or backstage event where the band is. She refuses to talk about why)

Is a near master of hand-to-hand combat and stealth.

Loves anything strawberry flavored

Is an only child, but is unable to contact her parents since they stayed underground. (..... well that's the official story.)

Hates salty stuff

she is trans but is not public about it

[anghraine]

I was thinking about the Pemberley == Chatsworth theory, which has numerous problems and is based on essentially three things.

[Note: all of this assumes a c. 1790s setting for P&P, which I do subscribe to in general.]

Firstly, in the novel, the Gardiners and Elizabeth seem to travel directly from Bakewell to Pemberley (not from Lambton; they go there after first visiting Pemberley). So this suggests that Pemberley is near Bakewell and therefore relatively near Chatsworth (or at it).

That's fairly thin, so the other argument goes that Pemberley's architecture and landscape closely mirror those of Chatsworth as it existed in the eighteenth century (when it was considerably less grandiose than now). This resemblance is argued to extend beyond the ways in which great houses in the same region might resemble each other.

Additionally, it does seem interesting that RL Chatsworth was the seat of a duke named William who infamously lived there (when in residence) with his wife Georgiana and mistress Elizabeth. All were common enough names at the time (esp William and Elizabeth), but add in the proximity of Pemberley and Chatsworth and it could be potentially suggestive.

HOWEVER.

Even in the eighteenth century, Chatsworth was likely too splendid for Pemberley, which explicitly has more elegance than splendor, despite its size/glamour compared to the likes of Netherfield and Longbourn. If Pemberley does noticeably resemble Chatsworth, Elizabeth probably regards the latter as "like Pemberley but bigger and less tasteful" (I'm not 100% convinced of this, but otoh, find it very funny).

In the Netherfield conversation, it sounds like Pemberley doesn't particularly resemble any other place, and it seems unlikely that Bingley (who describes Pemberley as basically inimitable) wouldn't have seen Chatsworth before.

It's also very unlikely that Austen ever could have seen Chatsworth with her own eyes. If she used it as inspiration or a direct model, it would have to have been at secondhand, anyway, and the more ... granular parallels are just not that probable.

And Chatsworth is actually mentioned in passing in P&P, so it definitely exists independently of Pemberley in the world of the novel. It could be a loose sort of inspiration in terms of general appearance, maybe, but IMO is unlikely to be more than that for all of these reasons.

I do think that having a William-Elizabeth-Georgiana and a Fitzwilliam-Elizabeth-Georgiana living quite near to each other and likely to be politically aligned is possibly not meaningless, though.

See, Austen had some kind of thing about the Watson-Wentworth-Fitzwilliam family, which at this point was headed by Earl Fitzwilliam of Wentworth Woodhouse. This was the Whig branch of the family—Sir Walter approvingly mentions the Tory branch in Persuasion, lol, but the names come overwhelmingly from the Whig side. And P&P's Fitzwilliam earl with an unusually (for Austen) redacted title seems an unsubtle allusion to Lord Fitzwilliam. This would make P&P's earl a likely ally to the Duke of Devonshire at Chatsworth. So Darcy might well be in an awkward position, where he has to play nice with Devonshire for familial and political reasons, but also is pretty much certain to deeply disapprove of him.

The Pemberley-Chatsworth similarities, such as they are, could be a mix of ... vague handwaving in the direction of Chatsworth and having Chatsworth actually be right there in the novel. The two mansions are definitely not interchangeable IMO.

And, I mean, it's so much more ripe for comedy with Chatsworth and the Devonshires actually existing in P&P's continuity. The idea of Darcy just having to put up with the local ménage à trois because his family needs him to not alienate an extremely wealthy and powerful ally is incredible. Elizabeth looking slightly down on Chatsworth as Pemberley But With Trash Taste is hilarious to me. Georgiana trying to balance her basic gentle niceness with o_O is great. I love it.

[thewardenofwinter]

This or That? Tag

I was tagged by @crowandmoonwriting and @writernopal ! Thank you both so much, you an find their posts here and here. I'm actually working on the other tags I've been sent but some are taking longer than others so I'll hop on this one really quick! I am also behind on the rest of them haha I've been quite busy with life for the past few days so this is a welcomed break!

Historical or Futuristic

I am far too dimwitted to understand the idiosyncrasies of curating a futuristic universe, nor am I smart enough to understand when other's write it. However, I do enjoy 'future-past' type situations, like with the Fall Out games and Attack on Titan to an extent.

I am also an almost certified pirate historian at this point so historical fantasy all the wayyyyyyy.

Opening or Closing chapter

While I do love leaving a bit of a cliffhanger, my chapter endings tend to fizzle out and die than crash and burn. I also LOVE hooking people in the beginning of a chapter with some batshit crazy opening line.

Light and Fluffy or Dark and Gritty

Light and fluffy bores me to death. I need drama, I need blood and gore, I need major character deaths to keep me entertained. I'm sort of like a Roman emperor in the colosseum. Why would I want to see a man pet and befriend a lion when he could be mauled to death by it in front of his wife?

I am, of course, exaggerating. While I do enjoy light and fluffy from time to time when my own life is dark and gritty, having an outlet in my own writing to emulate my current circumstance on a beloved character always cheers me up.

Animal Companion or Found Family

Animal companions are far too Disney-esq for me personally, though I do appreciate a little mascot or beloved animal side character (I write them frequently myself.)

Horror or Romance

Mix those bitches together, throw them in a pot, add some monster in there and I'm sold. I want to the see in's and out's of giving yourself over to someone wholly portrayed as a horrible, gruesome endeavor that is in the end worth it to watch the person you love the most feel joy in your presence.

And for your information, as Guillermo del Toro enjoyer, I am a monster lover not a monster fucker. Also Crimson Peak >>> Shape of Water.

Hard Magic system or Soft Magic System

No magic system at all! Only vibes. But in all seriousness, I do not care for hard magic system in literature but I do prefer them for shows, like Full Metal Alchemist or Avatar the Last Airbender. But for me, who has severe aphantasia, having a hard magic system really puts a damper on my already lacking imagination.

Stand-alone or Series

Depends on my mood, sometimes I enjoy reading a one off book with no further consequences and other times I want to delve deep into a fantasy world with characters I enjoy and grow with them as books continue.

One Project at a Time or Always Juggling 2+

You should see my google docs page...

One Award Winner or One Bestseller

I like money.

Fantasy or Sci-Fi

Fantasy for the same reason as the first question, science is absolutely not my strong suit and it quite literally makes my my brain hurt. Though, human sciences on the other hand intrigue me, but when it comes to space and planets? Hell to the no.

Character or Setting Descriptions

Though I do fancy myself a gothic literature enjoyer, setting descriptions quite literally pass through my mind without taking any of it into account. I can barely handle remembering what characters look like, how the hell am I supposed to know the exact wood cut of the grand staircase that leads into the second foyer?? Again, I have severe aphantasia so if you do not describe your character in heavy detail, I assure you I will not picture anything, for your character. Like a floating [REDACTED] symbol speaking now and then. (Which is the very reason all my characters are described in EXCRUCIATING detail. It's more for me than you.)

I also LOVE writing and reading character descriptions because, while I do not agree in real life that you should judge based on appearances, in literature a character's looks can tell you so much about their personality, culture, and past. Whether it be a strange scar, a specific head covering, or just the way a character smiles, all of those things can show you so much about this character's inner working and I find it so interesting how people weave it into their work.

First Draft or Final Draft

First drafts all the way! You are literally willing something into existence that has never been done before (hopefully) and it never has to be perfect! The most important part is getting your idea down onto a page or computer screen, you need not fret about things like chapter headers or sentence structure quite yet.

Love Triangle in Everything or No Romantic Arcs

Some works just... do not require romance in the slightest (in fact, as a person on the ace spectrum, I would argue that most works do not require romance, but I digress.) That being said, I do like writing romantic arcs in my works but mostly because I enjoy writing character interactions and romantic chemistry offers fun banter.

Constant Sandstorm or Rainstorm

Two of my WIPs take place in Seattle which is also where I want to live so... yeah, rain all the way baby. (Insert Rain When I Die by Alice in Chains)

Gently tagging some amazing folk! @captain-kraken, @ryns-ramblings, @elshells, @lyssa-ink, @rownanisntwriting and @zestymimblo. Sorry if some of you already did it, I'm still working through some old posts that I missed from mutuals.

Here's the blank list that I stole from Nopal:

historical or futuristic

the opening or closing chapter

light+fluffy or dark+gritty

animal companion or found family

horror or romance

hard magic system or soft magic system

standalone or series

one project at a time or always juggling 2+

one award winner or one bestseller

fantasy or sci-fi

character description or setting description

first draft or final draft

love triangle in everything or no romantic arcs

constant sandstorm or rainstorm

— M. Warrin

[luwupercal]

warmup doodles potpourri #1 (days 1-10)

contents: eye strainy colors/near pure CMYK, crackships, bad music with weird lyrics, abaddon, traced doodles, the usual caliber of suggestive joke you find on this webbed site, links to sad poems, and primarch errant au

july 4th: traced fulgrim/ostian doodle

source. its a draw the squad meme, sorta

if you don't remember him Ostian Delafour is the remembrancer sculptor from fulgrim the novel lol. i've probably mentioned i think shipping him with fulgrim is funny before but i don't think i've ever realized it to any extent? in the book he's pursued by two, respectfully somewhat unstable girlypops, i think it would be really funny to add a third larger one to the mix. also (ostian voice) i can't fix him mr frodo. but i can fuck him

image description: a simple drawing of Fulgrim and Ostian Delafour from warhammer 40k. they are sharing a bed, their sides pressed together. Ostian is a normally-sized man with darker skin and short curly hair, wearing a pair of sweatpants. he's blushing furiously. Fulgrim is a huge man, easily twice as tall as Ostian, fit and with long white hair, with lighter skin, only wearing a pair of boxer briefs. he's looking at Ostian and smiling, one eyebrow raised. he's too large for the bed, his legs hanging off it, and one of his arms is slightly squishing Ostian. the drawing is done in purple hues. end image description.

july 8th: two idiots

the story behind this (ft @horuslupercal):

image descriptions: the first image is a scribbled doodle of ezekyle abaddon and horus lupercal in a simple style, drawn on top of a small light blue rectangle on a white canvas. horus is holding abaddon close to himself and attempting to draw on his eyelid. abaddon, who's squinting angrily, is resisting by placing his entire hand on horus's face, as if to push him away. horus looks disappointed at this development

the second and third images are screenshots of a discord conversation, with nicknames redacted, dated to "yesterday", 2:13 AM. user luwupercal says "also calling upon you bc youre the only one posting rn [@ user horuslupercal] gimme something to draw in this rectangle. anything of your choice". attached to the message is a screenshot of a small light blue rectangle on a larger digital canvas. user horuslupercal replies "abaddon squirming like a wild animal while horus tries to give him eyeliner". luwupercal replies "Hella, incoming". end image descriptions.

july 9th: magenta snake-eating ferrus

this one is a little more elaborate so i might post it independently if i like it enough in a while

the lyrics are from yum yumm by the pompoms. forewarning: this song is not very good in my opinion! but i like it anyway if only for these perplexing fucking lyrics. what do they mean?? i don't know. but they're ferrus core anyways

it's not very visible also but the ear on the left of his face is a cauliflower ear lol bc i thought it was fitting. i want to update the way i draw ferrus to differentiate him more from his fellow baldies/short haired dudes. idk if the broken nose will stick, i might give it to horus or perturabo, we'll see. i also dk why he doesn't have eyebrows i forgor to draw them. also the screenshotted lyrics r straight from spotify & the magenta + blue are lifted from the album cover for this song ok yeah

image description: a bust drawing of ferrus manus in greyscale and bright magenta. he's seen at an angle, looking at the viewer with a frown. he has a very square jawline, a broken nose, a widow's peak, and a cauliflower ear, and he's wearing a black tanktop. his eyes are solid magenta. next to him is a cut-up screenshot of black text on magenta background, reading "I eat hoes like you, no plate, no fork, no sauce / Just live raw snakes". the background of the image is a diagonal pastel gradient from purplish-magenta to light blue, framed by an uneven magenta rectangle. end image description.

extra note: i keep associating ferrus with magenta? here's an excerpt from a fic i have half-written. (this is from the primarch errant au where ferrus beats fulgrim at isstvan and separates him from the blade of laer; specific context is that fulgrim is wrapped up in a shock blanket telling ferrus about everything that happened leading up to isstvan). roll quote:

Besides, the palpable magenta Fulgrim's recollection was tinged with makes Ferrus sick to his stomach. He'd always felt uneasy around that color, what with it being fake and all. There's no getting used to evidence of your own failure. But he doesn't say that, because fuchsia's loud and startling. Poison is neon. Though then again, so is the shock blanket.

idk something about magenta being a color that doesn't exist makes me think about ferrus. i feel like he'd be annoyed about that bc hes that kind of guy lol but it's also kinda metaphorical for his own life(?). + it's the color that kills him kinda bc it's slaanesh's color... it could be a powerful color motif for his and fulgrims relationship to each other lol idk. and the snake thing above is also a thing abt these two bc when is it not, it's the whole, fulgrim wasn't a snake until he stole it from ferrus thing i think a lot about all the time

july 9th part 2: this

redraw of this (heres a reblog with alt text). i dont think it needs further explanation

image description: a two panel comic drawn in purple of ferrus and fulgrim from warhammer 40k. the first panel shows ferrus saying "My knees hurt from sucking dick" with a forlorn expression. fulgrim enthusiastically calls out in response "What were you suckin dick or something". in the second panel ferrus looks back at fulgrim scandalized while fulgrim looks at him with a shocked and disturbed expression. end image description

july 10th: radioactive piss emperor

quote from a toast to the alchemists by laura giplin

image description: a simple bust doodle of the emperor of mankind from warhammer 40k. he's a man with a thin face, a long neck and long, middle-parted wavy hair. he has a halo in the form of a doodled laurel crown. he has a neutral facial expression. there are heavy shadows covering the upper half of his face, including his eyes, as well as part of his hair and neck. the lines of the drawing are black with bright yellow copies underneath. overlaid where his eyes would be is a screenshot of text reading: "and gold, you can make / gold, an isotope so / radioactive it would / sparkle before your eyes." the text is duplicated in yellow too. end id

the meaning behind this one is like. ok. the poem is exalting the miraculous advances of modern science in the eyes of a medieval alchemist and obviously there is the immediate layer in this drawing of like, haha hes bright golden and hes toxic as fuck thus radioactive but also ive been learning recently through youtube video essays about like, the history of the study of physics throughout the 20th century and all the absolute nightmares that have occurred throughout, theres some bits that really stick with me like a woman being denied due to sexism participation in an experiment that couldve won her a nobel prize - that experiment being the detonation of a nuke over the open ocean & collection of whatever new chemical elements waft up to the atmosphere in the smoke. or ronald raegans existance just generally. and so theres something kind of, it's mournful that the alchemist will never see this but to me in a way it's mournful in a tear-stained dirty-faced way, like, because of all the horrors we've committed for science... anyway that overlaid on the emperor and his weird... pseudo scientific shit for an advancement of mankind that humankind might genuinely be better off without, i find parallels. i also think theres a lot of weight on the following lines in the context of a comparison to the emperor: "Alchemists, / you were right. / It is magic." because such a beautiful sentiment turns really sinister when thinking about the emperors pseudoscience: he was always lying. you cant build a guy that ignores the square cube law. it is magic

i phrased all of that in a deeply stupid way but youre looking at my doodles. youre in geralds world now baby

(i have a lot of thoughts about poetry! i will take the moment to link some poems i like, or things i consider poems at the very least:

"the night shift" by tumblr user goodbyevitamin

"lies about sea creatures" by ada limón

untitled ("to tboy") by anonymous/"tgirl"

this excerpt from "three of swords" by tumblr user gender0bender (link to full zine)

"not horses" by natalie shapero [cw: animal abandonment &/ death]

untitled ("gambling with angels is easy") by tumblr user play-now-my-lord

"how to be a dog" by andrew kane [cw: animal abandonment &/ cruelty].

yes most of these are kind of sad oops. i like sad poetry bc it sticks with me! but if you want a sweet one there's "to tboy" above and i can also link you to "gathering green tomatoes by the rain" by jeff mann, aka an actual published poem lol)

july 10th part 2: handwriting headcanons (or, headwriting handcanons?)

in the usual reading order: Fulgrim, Perturabo, Night Haunter aka Konrad Curze, Angron, Mortarion, Magnus (the red), Horus Lupercal, and Lorgar

image description: a series of handwritten names. first in purple in a cursive script is "Fulgrim". colored grey, in an angular, all-caps script is "Perturabo". colored dark blue, in a childish scrawl, is "Night Haunter". colored dark red, in a wobbly all-caps script, is "Angron". in a round, "bubbly" cursive script, colored pastel green, is "Mortarion". colored bright red, in an illegible chickenscratch cursive scrawl, is "Magnus (the red)". in a carefully-typed semi-cursive script, colored dark green, is "Horus Lupercal". finally, in a golden mustard yellow are a series of runes, meaning "Lorgar", with the word typed in a computer font to the runes' side as clarification. everything is written on a series of light gray lines. end description

i didn't QUITE nail fulgrim's and these are not at all set in stone, except for magnus's and ~5/6ths of lorgar's lol. i've tried to do fulgrim's handwriting before (thats what inspired me to do this, finding that again), this i think remains my favourite attempt ever at fulgrim's handwriting:

image description: tiny purple cursive script reading "no.", underlined, atop the corner of a mostly unseen form or template. end id

my notes for the rest: perturabo's script is surprisingly fast to write but i'm also partial to him having illegible cyrillic doctor script, KC/NH's was achieved through lifting my elbow way too high (i do not freehand) and is indeed aiming for little kid, angron's was achieved through using my left hand, mortarion gets round bubbly cursive because i think it's "mathematician handwriting" for some reason?, i've mentioned before i think magnus writes in illegible chickenscratch, horus has weird script bc he learned to write from either custodes or the emperor or both, and lorgar is writing in colchisian script here - ive posted, maybe, some bits of my colchisian script? but heres a guide just in case:

image descriptions: the first image is a set of digitally hand-drawn glyphs, standing in for the following letters: P, R, A, I, S, E, B, T, O, H, L, D, Y, F and G, the last of which is drawn with a different brush and in a different color, and labeled "(New!)". the second image is a copy of the first, with multicolored arrows on top of the letters' lines, to indicate how they're written. end description

edit: I forgot I also made U lmao, it's like O but the lines at the top go up creating a diamond shape instead of a heart(?) one

i'll get around to doing the full colchisian cypher alphabet at some point. also the font i used for lorgars name and above in the sucking dick comic is atkinson hyperlegible my beloved and no.1

and july 10th part 3: its britney bitch

image description: a drawing of fulgrim traced over the "Stop Being Poor" britney spears meme image. he's a muscular man with brown skin and long, white/lavender hair, smiling cheerfully and with his hands thrown up in the air. he's wearing a long purple skirt and a cream tank top that says "Stop Being Poor" down his chest in large all-caps text. the background is a photo of people at a concert, with fulgrim drawn onstage. end id

yeah this one is self explanatory too

[brownfrogs]

I haven't really thought much about Overwatch for a hot minute (hyperfixations do be like that 😔), but RE: that other anon, how exactly is Yeehan toxic? Like, they barely interact in the game and most likely don't even know about each other in canon- how can you come to that conclusion? Even if it's not exactly my favourite ship for either of them, I don't see how one could say it's unhealthy or Problematic™ unless you like. specifically write them out to be an unhealthy couple

(Also, feel free to ignore this if you don't want to answer for whatever reason! I'm not trying to stir up discourse, I'm just genuinely curious)

I wouldn’t blame prev anon’s interpretation bc I did make a post saying that Spuriken is a healthier ship a while back. So I’m sure that’s why they’re framing it like that. But to be fair to myself, it was a few years ago so I have matured with my thoughts. So, I am redacting my previous statement.

Just cause a ship could be a healthy relationship, doesn’t make it inherently better than any other ship. Shipping unhealthy or toxic ships doesn’t inherently make you a bad person [throws confetti in the air]

I mostly find it ironic out of all the things I’ve said this is the thing they’ve been holding onto. (Back then I even referred to myself as a garbage man for preferring Yeehan, so it was a v unserious post to me) I’m sure I’ve said more contradicting things bc that is simply the nature of being human on the internet!! We grow and change and that’s okay.

As for why I thought Yeehan was not as healthy in the first place, I was mostly going off the fact that Hanzo’s voicelines are very harsh and antagonistic towards most ppl. The voicelines they do have together, he can be very standoffish towards Cole. At Hanzo’s core, he is simply just an asshole LMAO. So I’m sure any relationship Hanzo possibly could get in too, “realistically” there would be a lot of of baggage that needs to be waded through. And the same with Cole, that drinking problem stems from somewhere. He’s got shit to work on too. Add them together, and it could be an extremely volatile mix. They could make each other worse.

Or not. And that’s where the fun potential lies. At least for me it is. You can also skip all that and simply have them have fun silly shenanigans together.

While Genji has already gone through a healing journey and is pretty mellowed out. So I’m sure, he would be better at the whole relationship thing haha. But that changes whether if we’re in Blackwatch era. Whatever he and Cole could possibly have had during this time, I would def not call it healthy LMAO. But again, that’s just me.

Anyways, this was fun. I honestly don’t mind discourse, as long as we all have level heads about it! 🫱🏾‍🫲🏽