#i also need to find that short story

[laney-rockin]

I think I heard there was a short story where Scotty and McCoy get mistaken for Kirk and Spock but imagine that instead of TOS it was SNW.

Imagine Chapel, Uhura and Spock being bff's and hanging out during shore leave only for some Romulan spy or something mistake them for Pike, Number One and Dr. M'Benga.

So those three have to deal with that nonsense as the rest of the bridge crew subsequently sorta panic and attempt to rescue them without altering the Romulan spy that they're y'know- Starfleet.

I think that the hijinks would be fun- especially the contrast between Uhura, Spock and Chapel trying to barter for their lives and trying to escape through the sheer power of science and badassery and the rest of the bridge crew also being badasses while also landing themselves in hot water accidentally.

It'll never happen but y'know- a human can dream.

(Note: Personally I'd also think it'd be kinda fun if in the cell right next to the three Kirk and Bones were just chilling and hanging out- having been kidnapped from their own ship a week ago. And Bones and Spock immediately hate each other-)

[akaikami-cherryblossom]

Me: I kinda want to try bald.ur’s ga.te, it looks fun

My lil bro, every time: you know that’s a SEX game right??? You can have SEX??? That’s GROSS. There are so many SEX scenes. I KNOW you don’t wanna play a SEX game!!! >:(

[anotherpapercut]

I know several people who like LOVE seasons 5-7 (11th doctors run) and think the storylines and moffats writing are brilliant and I don't get it!!! what am I missing??? why does literally every single episode have the exact same stakes: Rory/Amy/the doctor is dead. forever. so dead. but wait!!! what if they aren't!!! why do so many of the explanations for why they're not actually dead feel so rushed like they were added at the last minute!! why does every single queer character act kind of weird and awkward about being queer!! why does the doctor casually say that women are inferior when no one's around!!! what the fuck!! hello!!!

[snickerdoodlles]

regarding posting extra fic content that is not fic, but being worried about notifications... i have no idea how user subscriptions for pseuds work on AO3, but would it be a viable option to post those extra things under a pseud and then you can make it a related work to the fic in question?

it doesn't work! :( anyone who's subscribed to my main 'snickerdoodlles' username will get notifications for everything i post on AO3 that isn't anonymous because the pseuds still tie back to it. which is actually really convenient for me in every other case, but ajkfdjh.

right now i'm mostly considering building up a queue of tumblr posts that i'd want to copy over to AO3, then making a specific story post that's in my anon collection as i move stuff over. i can link all the story stuff together in the fics themselves, then take them out of the anon collection after i've finished uploading everything so that it's just one email notification at the end. my only hesitation rn is that moving a bunch of stuff over sounds very boring and i'm procrastinating it lol, but that's the only method i can think of atm that won't drive me completely nuts? i also don't really want anyone getting AO3 notifications from me to become associated with "not fic" either oof, i will cry if that happens 😂

[fluent-in-lesbianism]

Hi! How was your day today? :)

I'm on call this weekend, plus my period started. I usually take a bunch of medicine to forcibly put myself into hibernation mode until it ends, but I can't bc *waves hands* I'm on call :\

[spikekat]

spike's horror rec list from the past ~year ish (i also have been doing. grad school. so its not a long list)

-The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw

-The Echo Wife by Sarah Gailey

-Just Like Home by Sarah Gailey

-How To Sell A Haunted House by Grady Hendrix

-The Design by China Mielville

-Don't Fear The Reaper by Stephen Graham Jones^1

^1 if you like Stephen Graham Jone's recent stuff, may i invite you to also read Growing Up Dead In Texas and/or Ledfeather ?

i also spent a long time this summer listening to short horror stories from the early 20th century and wow, okay, The King In Yellow (Robert Chambers) and The Willows (Algernon Blackwood) are. as good as everyone says. also have grown a fondness for clark ashton smith's bizarre and drippy necromancers.

[britcision]

Listen. Could Dead and Loving It be a fraction of the length and maybe finished by now if I only focused on Danny and Jason?

Possibly

Would it be a better story?

Probably, from several perspectives

But it absolutely would not be the same story, and nor would it be the story I want to tell

Because I am hopelessly addicted to ensemble casts, and I don’t want the boys to exist in a vacuum. I want Jason to run off with his siblings and with Danny’s friends, and I want Danny to fuck with the bats

I want them to touch all the parts of each others lives that existed before they met, and will still continue to exist after even if things change forever between them

I want all the background characters to interact with each other, have their own inner worlds and their own motivations, and yeah, this absolutely means this is not an efficient telling of a slow burn romance

Because the story isn’t the slow burn romance

The story is these two people, and the world they live in, the story is the way Duke and Cass both see Jason differently than Dick and Tim ever could and that matters, and that none of them are wrong

The story is Danny finally telling people who will listen about the Anti-Ecto Acts, and all the fucked up things the GIW do, and being able to ask for help and have that be okay

The story is messy and complicated and will have so many rises and falls, so many pivotal moments that are drama and combat and so many that are just two people talking to each other and finally seeing eye to eye

The story is the way that Jason’s relationships with his family can finally mend, now that he has someone who can get him the help he’s needed

The story is the way that Danny can come to terms with the responsibilities of being a king, the constant question of agency and power and what he’s worth if he’s only Danny and not the Ghost King

The story is Clockwork fucking with the pair of them because he specifically thinks it’s funny (he’s right)

And yeah, there’s a slow burn romance in there. There’s also a coming of age tale, and a story about healing and reconciling and moving forward knowing you cannot change the past, but you can do better

Unless fucking Clockwork decides you can change the past because yeah then it’s fine to just go do that I guess

I was kinda considering breaking the story out into multiple chunks because holy fuck is 100k an intimidating chunk of words, but I’m not gonna

It’s all one story, and you will be my hapless victims as we get to fucking 300k or wherever this beast ends because we are not here for efficient story telling and motion of the plot

We’re here for the connections, the characters, the meaningless bullshit that would absolutely be cut in anything anyone ever wanted to sell, cuz I am not selling this

Imma write every fucking scene I wish I got from books, TV, movies, podcasts, actual plays, every fucking time I scream at the characters to just fucking talk to each other because messy is good too

Messy is okay

Stories don’t need to be marketable to be worth telling, and this one’s gonna be too long and intimidating for some people and that’s okay

But I fuckin’ rolled in from Critical Role which averages around 500 hours of content per campaign and a cast of 7 plus Matt’s NPCs

And I STILL want more goddamn character moments from all of them so I haven’t found a size yet that I can’t manage

I love reading focused stories that I can get through fast, and fuck, look at the rest of my AO3; I will fucking never diss a one shot, or a short story, or a piece that really focuses in on one or two characters

Delicious, I love them, my bread and butter

It’s just not what this mess is gonna be, and that’s okay too

Gods be fucking willing we will not have another six chapters that take place over the course of three hours, but we’ll just have to see how that shakes out cuz I’m being possessed by a seemingly infinite number of plot bunnies and my own tendency for “hey it’d be funny if”

And oh boy has it been funny every time

[asleepinawell]

this little quest chain was one of my favorites in ew because of the perspective it gave into the ancients, a very different one from what little we get from emet and hermes. there’s pretty ample proof that their society was not in any way perfect and was actually really deeply flawed to the core, but this is a look at people, individuals, and ones outside of the main bunch we talk to

put in a read more to spare your dashes

they go to speed up the aether dispersal of some creations (animals) that were killed and they call the deaths distressing and want to find a way to pay respects to the fallen and bring peace to their souls. at the wol’s suggestion they gather flowers for the dead. and they say what amounts to a prayer over the bodies. it’s so very very different from how hermes believes everyone feels and how hythlodaeus spoke of ‘returning to the star’ being beautiful (though even hythlodaeus said a brief prayer for the first boss in ktisis hyberboreia)

and yes, they still talk about life and death in terms of ‘purpose’ and this is no way refutes the callousness towards other lives we’ve seen some of the ancients display in elpis, but my personal take is that it shows that some of them at least understood on some level that there were important things missing in their culture that they needed. even if they didn’t fully grasp why, they were searching for these missing pieces. in this case, a way to process grief and acknowledge the worth of a life, even a non-human life. and they also actively ask for the new ideas the wol presents and talk about incorporating them into their lives and duties

there’s also a ton of little side quests in elpis that involve one person asking you to find or check on another person, or to carry a message to them. there’s so many people who care about each other and are just absolutely godawful at expressing it in person and need the poor wol to act as an intermediary (this happens in present day as well but it was just every 5 seconds in elpis)

there’s one striking one where one person asks you to bring a second person a message about how that second person’s concept was approved and succeeding (I forget the exact details) in the hopes that it would dissuade them from returning to the star. it didn’t dissuade them and the first person accepted that pretty calmly, but the thought was there. there was this hope that they could keep someone they cared about around longer even if the argument they tried to use to persuade them came back to that grim ideology about ‘purpose’. they lacked the framework to think about it another way, but they still tried

it’s definitely a stark contrast from the shade amaurotines we saw in shb (assuming for the sake of argument that they were accurate depictions and not biased by emet which is a big assumption), especially the ones who turned the topic of ‘should we save the lives of others on the planet or just focus on ourselves’ into a casual debate topic as a pastime. there are really terrible ways of thinking about the world that have been ingrained into the population presumably from birth. that’s not something that can easily be changed. but it could be changed. the potential was there

at a societal level the ancient world was terrible in so many ways, and ultimately doomed if it couldn’t change, but at an individual level the people had so much potential and at least some of them were trying their best to make sense of the things their society denied them and adapt their lives

my personal takeaway from all this (which is just a headcanon aka an opinion and i’m not trying to sell as canon), was that if their society could have been changed then the ancients had the potential to have produced people who could have faced meteion. i’m leaving aside the questions of the timeframe and zodiark tempering everyone because that’s not my point. my point is that the ancients weren’t inherently unable to be who was needed to save their world. the density of their aether making them unable to interact with dynamis is highly symbolic of the flaws of their society, of course, but that shouldn’t have stopped them from talking to meteion, from showing compassion and understanding and hope in the face of despair

i’m not trying to take any jabs about any characters’ decisions in the story because the actual situation they were in was extremely complicated (like hey zodiark tempering people!) and that would also miss my point. mostly i’m just saying this makes the fate of their people even more depressing. they were an entire race of people who had all the potential that the sundered humans do despite being stuck in a shit society that happened to be shit in the exact way that made dealing with meteion and the final days a seemingly insurmountable task. their near-immortality and creation powers made it even harder for them to really understand the problem, but not impossible. they had the raw potential and lacked the tools to use it to save themselves. it’s just really damned sad

[anipgarden]

Catch me out here making posts on how to collect milkweed seeds because I'm hoping at least SOMEONE out there has good luck

*collapses to the ground* my fuckin swamp milkweeds got Heat Waved and barely even flowered, let alone got pollinated.... I'll have to see if my root stock ones or Swampy even come back next year, but this year definitely isn't the Year of the Ani Swamp Milkweed Success

[mycological-mariner]

Can’t sleep. Thinking about fungi.

[shidoukanae]

Did a study of a panel i like for a manga with absolutely my favorite female character i've seen yet and thought i'd post it here too in the hopes of eventually finding fans of this series when they inevitably, like me, look for more content of this story :'D

I could gush about this funny, lovestarved, absolutely downright sympathetic and villainous lady who absolutely deserves to be family with the protag for so many hours if you let me she is literally so perfect and everything I have ever wanted from female characters before.

I've gone from going "ooooo she's such a cool antagonist who is such a funny little mystery i LOVE her" to "yeah she's kind of on the insane spectrum but tbf who wouldn't be fucked up in her situation TwT" to "i WILL cry over her and she is completely in the right for doing what she's doing and i can't believe i ever believed she wasn't the heroine she's supposed to be :'D"

[burinazar]

i’ve not linked the Ganja squad server on here recently for The Usual Reasons but i currently have a free trial of fancy nitro so i boosted the thing and, by member request, immediately added a completely irresponsible amount of new emojis that will most likely perish in a few weeks. if you like the gang weeders ganja squad characters join us and use our ((checks)) …S I X DIFFERENT Despairing Belaf emojis while we have em. (link) (note: please be 18 or older!)

[tiredassmage]

game must've heard me loudly thinking about the old gods zakuul lore fame this morning bc it decided i should definitely do the intro for gods from the machine (swtor bestie i cannot raid in college on what spoons and hours xD) but sfdknsfdlksf he's so pretty >.>

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

(The old description is at the very bottom of the story)

Edit: I have decided that, to make this even more bizarre, Ramón is biologically Vanilla's and Tippy's. But he's from another universe. The other universe was crumbling because of another stand user. AU Vanilla and Tippy were both badly wounded and knew they were going to die. They took their son, found a new universe with a set date and time where their alternate selves would find him... But before they could place him in a good enough spot, that's when the portal closed and everything in that universe was destroyed. Everything except Ramón...

Ramón

(story under the cut! some things have been slightly altered)

"Sweetie, make sure you put on sunscreen," Vanilla called to his husband from the bathroom. "There won't be any clouds today, and I don't want you to burn!"

"I know, I know!" Tippy laughs and puts on a black crop top. Vanilla gently places in dangly heart earrings and smiles at himself in the mirror. The brunette happily puts his hair up into a bun with a sparkly purple scrunchy and clips it up with a little golden heart pin. Ice brushes his short right bang behind his ear and lets the longer one flow over his collar bone.

"Vans, hurry up! I'm so hungry I could eat Hol Horse!" Tip playfully whines. Ice chuckles and rubs his beloved's head, tousling the royal blue hair.

"Are you sure you're ready, termite? Isn't there something you're forgetting?" Vanilla points to Tippy's feet.

"Oh, right. Shoes." He rushes to put on some black and blue basketball shoes and comes back, pulling on Vanilla's arm to head out the door, "S'go, s'go, s'gooooo!"

Ice and Tip head out of their quaint little one story house. Ice is holding a bottle of pink champagne while Tip is carrying the picnic basket.

"It's kind of chilly today." Vanilla checks his phone and smirks at Tippy.

"H- wh- It's 91 degrees, you dork!" Tippy playfully shoves Vanilla's shoulder with a Giggle. (32.8°C)

"I know, it's freezing out here." Ice grins and teases Tip. He plants a delicate kiss on his partner's forehead and they walk to the park.

"It's funny, a guy named Ice like you should be melting right now, eh?" Tip looks up at Vanilla as they saunter down the sidewalk.

"Ha ha never heard that one before, termite." Ice says sarcastically as he rolls his eyes with a smile. They hear rushing water near the trees, see very few people are out today due to the intense heat.

"Dude, I totally want to jump in that river right now." Tip sighs and wipes his brow.

"I mean, I could just pick you up and toss you in if you want me to." Ice nods.

"I know you're joking but I'm legit considering it, babe." Tippy tells his husband while looking up at the sky with exhaustion.

Soon the couple find a nice shady spot for their picnic. The trees are covering them both nicely, the wind actually blows a little bit creating a nice gentle breeze, there are animals making little noises. Everything is going well for the two this summer. Vanilla opens up the champagne bottle and pulls out two glasses from the picnic basket,

"Here's to our new lives, my love."

"To our new lives!" Tippy clinks his glass with Vanilla and they both drink. Ice looks at his glass and swirls it around...

"Hey... Tippy. Listen."

The couple are silent and still for a while. There are a few chirps, some rustling of leaves, and a more animal noises. Vanilla turns his head to the left and stays staring in that direction.

"What kind of bird is that?" Tippy asks while taking a bite of his sandwich. Vanilla doesn't answer and just keeps listening. Quickly, his back straightens up.

"That's not a bird." Ice swiftly leaps up and hastily sprints over to where the noise is coming from.

"Wait! Vanilla!! Where are you going?!" Tippy hurriedly follows behind Vanilla. The brunette is super fast, too fast for Tippy to completely keep up.

Ice skids to a halt as soon as he finds where the noise is coming from. At an old small bridge, he peeks beneath it. Ice sharply gasps and covers his mouth, he cannot believe what he sees.

There's a small, frail looking infant covered in dirt and leaves. Ice trembles and gently scoops the child up, wiping off the dirt from their body. The tall man cannot believe what he's just come across. He cradles the child in his arms and shooshes them. Tippy jogs up to Vanilla finally,

"Hey *pant* what gives? What ha- *pant* happened?"

Vanilla shakes his head. Tears sting his eyes as he shows his partner what's being held in his arms. Tippy looks horrified,

"What the hell?! Why would anyone... Just... Leave a baby here?"

Ice shakes his head, his lip quivering. He holds the child close to his chest. Soon the baby slowly stops crying.

"H-hey, I think they like you, Vans. We should probably get in contact with a-"

"What is it, Vans?" Tippy makes his way next to his husband to look over at the infant.

"NO." Vanilla speaks abruptly and sternly at Tippy. He swallows,"I'm sorry... I mean, no. No... We can't do that. We need to help them. We have to take care of them. I am thoroughly prepared to take full responsibility for this child. I am not going to allow anyone to hurt this poor baby anymore. They... Don't deserve it." Ice speaks softly as he looks down at the infant. He notices something around the child's neck. It's a necklace with a golden cursive "R",

"Hm..." Ice touches the jewelry softly. The gold letter glimmers in the sunlight between the leaves of the trees over the head.

"I suppose this could be a clue to what their name is." Vanilla looks closer and closer at the jewelry,"Ngh?!" Suddenly his mind is bombarded with memories he's never had.

"Vanilla?! Are you okay?!" Tippy touches Ice's shoulder.

"I'm... alright. I think..." Ice looks back and forth between his beloved and the child. Tippy curiously and cautiously looks closer at the golden letter. Soon, flashes of a life he's never lived are racing through his head. Vanilla looks over at Tippy breathlessly,

"So you felt it too...?"

"Uh huh, w-what...?" Tippy gulps and stares at the baby. The child has their eyes closed peacefully while in Vanilla's arms. "What does it mean?"

The couple have been taking care of the child well. Vanilla and Tippy have been trying to come up with a name to call him so they decided on "Ramón". They're not sure why this name fits him so well, they didn't even try any other names that start with the letter "R". They also decided that the day they found him is his birthday.

A few years later

Ice is giving Ramón a bubble bath, gently washing his hair and laughing with his child. Tippy walks in and smiles at the sight,

"I didn't know your voice could even go that high, Lucky Charms."

"Agh!" Vanilla turns around, blushing and grimacing,"Don't scare me like that, Termite! I was just trying to make Ramón laugh."

"Well, you did a good job because both he and I are laughing at you!" Tippy and Ramón both giggle at Vanilla.

"Oh, shush." Ice gently splashes Ramón, making the child squeal.

After everyone gets ready for bed, Vanilla carries Ramón to his room. The brunette lays his baby down, tickles him a little, then kisses his forehead. Tippy gives Ramón a kiss on the forehead as well and hugs him gently. Vanilla happily plants kisses all over Ramón's face.

"Waaauugh! Stop iiiit!" Ramón squeaks and playfully pushes Vanilla's face away.

"Okay, okay," Ice rubs his baby's head,"You have a good night, my little angel."

"Have sweet dreams, little dude." Tippy smiles and turns off the light.

The couple head to their room and happily lie down on the bed.

"So do you think he'll ever get a stand?" Tippy flops his leg over Vanilla,

"I'm not sure. Something tells me he might once he gets older."

"Would that something be the plot?" Tippy smirks.

"What?"

"Do you remember when we first got him?" Tip lays on Ice's chest.

"Yeah, sweetie, I do..." Vanilla rubs his partner's back. "He was so tiny. I couldn't just leave him there... He reminded me of where I once was."

Tip hugs Vanilla gently and listens to his heartbeat. The brunette sighs,

"I felt like I had a responsibility...a second chance. You were my second chance to begin with, but I feel like this is yet another happy thing life decided to grace me with. I feel that I was blessed to not only be able to marry you, but also adopt that boy." Ice kisses Tippy's forehead,

"Back then at 19, if somebody were to tell me that I would be happily married to my true love with a child... I would've gotten angry. I would have thought it was a sick joke. However, I see now that this is my life. I couldn't be happier." Ice smiles warmly and tenderly snuggles up with his beloved.

"I love you, Vanilla."

"I love you too, Tippy."

To be continued...?

Old description in case you're curious (I've changed and made up my mind): I know I already have a backstory for Ramón in the Sapphire-Sugiliteverse, but I was thinking about something. I kind of want Ramón to be adopted by Vanilla and Tippy instead. Everything about him will be the same, except his origins.

This will be canon in the Sapphire Heartverse! (The Sapphire-Sugiliteverse will be the one where Tippy and Vanilla have him biologically maybe? I might just scrap that idea entirely, I'm not sure!) Anyway, enjoy this brief story of how Vanilla and Tippy adopted Ramón.

[dreamertrilogys]

augh why is it so hard to find a hair cutting place that does both men’s and women’s hair 😭

[yellowocaballero]

Hey now that Good Luck Jake! is completed I can share the fucking Matt Murdock backstory that I mentioned really really want to establish. I mentioned some joke headcanons/elements of the AU (there are very little differences.) here but I can go into detail without spoiling now.

The Marvel Universe is weird and insane things constantly happen and there's entire magic civilizations. Although the superhero thing and the insane quantity of apocalypses is mostly new, a lot of stuff that is bonkers to us is probably normal to them even before superhero stuff starts happening.

Therefore, I think there's a ninja industrial complex.

Matt is a victim of this ninja industrial complex.

Recruited as part of an urban outreach program serving/exploiting underprivileged youth (turning them into ninjas), he was recruited by Stick and joined ninja ROTC. Although he was a real whiz kid in the business and showed a lot of potential for career mobility, Matt wanted to escape this ninja-to-cultist pipeline.

Matt believes in choices! As a young kid he was railroaded into academics and as a teenager he's railroaded into the ninja thing. Everybody who raised him instilled in him a very strong passion for justice, righteousness, and ethics, but as he gets older he begins to believe that there's a better way than vanquishing rival ninja clans. He's insanely morally aggressive because he was raised highly moralistically with an intense sense of right and wrong, but he believes that God showed him his own path into crusading for right and wrong. Since he was fifteen, his life dream was to become an ordinary person. A law abiding member of society. Someone who does the right thing without murder and fights for the weak instead of against the strong.

A lawyer.

Matt really really wants to be Just A Dude. He begs Stick to let him go to law school ("Ninjahood isn't my dream, Dad, it's yours!"). He is aggressively normal. He insists that he is normal. Yes he's a ninja but he's just some guy and ninjas have exploitive business practices anyway. Ignore all the batshit stuff I do I am a normal member of your study group. He is a man without fear because he has no idea what is normal in society or not.

The ninja thing is common knowledge, so Matt does more 'hide his extra-sensory superpowers' than 'pretend to be ordinarily and 100% blind'. This isn't weird because there are a lot of blind kung fu masters. Matt insists that blind kung fu masters are a dime a dozen. Foggy thinks that Matt is objectively the coolest person alive but that they don't teach you social skills at ninja school.

Of course, this never raises any suspicions about him being Daredevil. Daredevil is, obviously, a boxer.

If you were to ask him about any of this he'd just go 'can't help being a Libra' and backflip away.