#i also use it for my notes and lists and things

[taurusdesign]

Rusty Needles Tattoo Parlor

Sul sul!

It’s been a little while. I hope everything’s been good on your end!

As you can see, I took a bit of a different turn this time. Before diving into my upcoming Disordinato set, I wanted to take advantage of the new Businesses and Hobbies expansion pack, especially since it added some cool features for tattoos.

I started testing to see if we could create our custom tattoo stamps, and once I realized it worked, I just had to make a full stamp set. Then I thought, “Well, what if we could display these tattoos in live mode too?” So, I made some framed tattoo artworks, then a few more. Next thing I knew, boom! A whole set was born. Totally unplanned.

And that’s how Rusty Needles came to life. This set includes 16 new objects and 34 custom tattoo stamps.

To use the custom stamps, you’ll need the Businesses and Hobbies expansion pack. But don’t worry, I'm planning to upload a few ready-made tattoos to the gallery in the coming days for those who don’t own the pack.

You can decorate your tattoo studio with items like framed tattoo displays that match your Sim’s body art, waiting area seating, and tattoo chairs. (Please note: the interactive tattoo chair does require the Businesses and Hobbies expansion pack, but all the other items work with the base game!)

You can find a full list of included objects down below ⬇️

34 Tatto Stamps

Divider

Neon Sign

Studio Light

Stool

Tattoo Chair (required Businesses and Hobbies expansion pack)

Folded Tattoo Chair (functional as armchair)

Lonunge Tattoo Chair (functional as lounger)

Deco Tattoo Machine (there is also a default replacement)

Tattoo Printer

Wall Sign

Tattoo Paintings

Tattoo Table

Armchair

Loveseat

Sofa

Wall Decal

Public Release: July 5, 2025

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Dag dag!

[clancycatears]

PET NAMES (w/ TF141 + Alejandro)

JOHN PRICE

John is a classic man when it comes to his pet names. Knowing him, he’s defaulting to honey/hun or love, while also sneaking in some Mr./Mrs. Price. (Bonus points if you’re not married yet, which, how would that be possible? This man’s putting a ring on it as soon as he deems you’re the one.)

“Nearly forgot th’ eggs, hun, lemme grab ‘em.”

While I think those are the usual, I think John would also use darling or sweetheart, albeit the least out of the bunch.

“Get some rest, darlin’, I’ll take care ‘f it, yeah?”

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

Simon may seem like the last person who’d want to give his sweet lover pet names, but he’s actually the total opposite! His favorite for you would have to be the classic love. It’s short, sweet, and displays his affection for you in all the right ways.

“You forgot t’ tie your shoes, luv, let me.”

Though I’d say he sticks to love for the most part, I don’t see why he wouldn’t use birdie once in a while, though! Perhaps sneak some dearie or dove/dovie in there, too.

“I’s just a pug in’a Christmas sweater, dearie, why th’ tears?”

JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

Johnny is a chronic pet name user, no doubt about it. Any chance he gets, he’s hardly using your name, and instead referring to you by terms of endearment that he knows would bring a smile to your face. I’d say he uses sillier pet names, too. Like his favorite thing to call you is probably snookums. It’s weird in all the right ways. Oh, and he definitely makes sneaks a little “schnookums” to give it a little flair.

“Ooo, look’eh this, snookums, gots all yer faverite colors!”

Some other li’l pet names to note are pidge (short for pigeon) or, of course, the classic lassie/laddie. Though, if we wanna go basic with Johnny (even though he’s far from that), I think he’d use lovie once in a while, too.

“Oh, c’mon, pidge! Jus’ one wee cinnamon bun!”

KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK

Much like Johnny, Kyle is a chronic pet name user. But rather than just a pet name or two, he’s going all out. I’m talking lovie, sweetheart (See: Sweet Pet Names), baby, sugar, beautiful/handsome, literally any pet name you can think of, Kyle’s using it. (But I digress, I’m biased when I say he uses “sweet” pet names a lot more!)

“S’okay, sweet’art, tomorrow’s gonna be a better day.”

Though I should note that he also likes to sneak a li’l my [your name] or something similar with a little shortened version of your name! Or honestly, couple it with the pet names I already added, like my baby or my lovie. (For example: Sophie = My Soph)

“There’s my baby. Got a li’l bed-head goin’ on there.”

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

Our dear Alejandro uses Spanish pet names all the way. Of course, we have to include the classic cariño (darling)! It’s adorable, definitely meant for long-term lovers (because there’s no such thing as short-term with Alejandro), and it even gets my heart pumping more than it should, teehee.

“Welcome home, cariño. ¿Cómo estuvo su día, hm?” (Welcome home, darling. How was your day, hm?)

And much like Johnny and Kyle, he has a whole list of pet names he uses for you. Though I think out of everyone on his list, he uses your actual name the least. I’d say he also uses durazno (peach), estrellita (little star), and mi vida (my life) or mi amor (my love)!

“Would you like some parmesan with that, mi amor?”

[eclecticwhiz]

To the ones navigating visible or invisible storms…

To those whose minds flicker like signal towers — misunderstood, mislabeled, misfired…

To those who are stuck in between; who have been through countless of rites of passage…

To those who can’t fill the void within; who restlessly yearn for a place to call home…

To every BPD survivor and artist who’s been called too much, too broken, or too dramatic — when in truth, you were carrying too many timelines in a single heart. And you were being taken down by the ones who were simply too little.

To the glitching geniuses — the neurodivergent who kept transmitting authenticity and enchantment while the world tried to static you out.

To those who’ve screamed into the void, only to make the void echo back in art.

This… is for you.

BPD and neurodivergent people are often brilliant. Deeply artistic. Incredibly intelligent.

No, it’s not about romanticization. It’s about reclaiming and embracing ourselves. Restoring self-regard. Nurturing the inner-child deeply as they always deserved. Reclaiming the essential parts we neglected just to adapt and survive.

Yes, it includes what they try to pathologize — how they reduce us to stereotypes, and shove us all into one dusty box of convenience. We should get untangled from the shallow perspectives and unfair narratives.

We’re not denying the struggle, the pain, or the altered life quality. Yet we do deserve to lay emphasis on what’s shiny about us too.

We dare to look zoomed in or out; to bring more feeling or sense to things. And sometimes we are, and we do, things that can’t even get squeezed into labels. And the list could go on for pages, really…

Most people who don’t live this reality can’t even begin to imagine the dimensionality, the depth, or the creative voltage we hold.

We’re a neon glitch that will always stand out, and be proud to be doing so.

We are more… much more than our survival.

And I dedicate this album to you my fellow void-bound gifted wrecklings 🖤🤍🩶

🔳 We shall never forget the power of the void.

Time to assimilate and re-integrate:

(my first album)

A cosmic audiovisual project I directed and edited using multiple tools including AI — now live and streaming on all music platforms.

Music, visuals, sound design, and personal messages all woven together to create a full sensory experience.

I created this over the course of two intense months through blood, sweat, and serious health challenges.

(As a side note: the brand’s initial foundation for art and blogging, Eclectic Ways, and the broader concept behind this project have been taking shape since 2020.)

This is a deeply personal release, and I’d truly appreciate your honest impressions and kind support.

🎧Main genres: Electronic • Art Rock

⛓️Sync with my pulse on:

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🎥 The music videos for Abduct US! & Into The Pull is now on

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✨More Eclectic Whizzed visuals are on the way!

🌀Also streaming on more platforms.

[lifegoesonevenifeverybodyisgone]

Recoleta's Real Age and Why it's Labeled "Unknown"

As Reverse: 1999’s 2.6 patch launched, I noticed that many fans began shipping Recoleta with her pen pal Aleph—popularly called Recoleph or Alephreco. However, this ship has sparked intense controversy. Some fans, particularly from global spaces, have gone as far as using racial slurs against Korean and East Asian shippers, telling them to “go back to where they came from” or saying to get their "smelly" selves from polluting the Global fandom (or shall we say, the English speaking fandom).

The worst part is that the center of this controversy lies in the belief that Recoleph is an adult x minor ship, which is, in fact, FALSE.

Read along, my friends. Look carefully and then form your opinions.

Where Did the “Recoleta Is 17” Claim Come From?

When Recoleta was first teased in the CN server, an early storyboard and Xtreme Talent listed her age as 17. But in the Global version of the game, Recoleta’s age is officially listed as “Unknown.”

If the developers intended her to be 17, they would have stated it as they did with Argus (who said she was 26 and was officially listed as 26). Instead, they deliberately left her age ambiguous—likely because her nature is central to the story’s mystery. This aligns with the literary device known as a Red Herring, used to mislead the audience before revealing deeper truths.

What Is a Red Herring?

A red herring is a narrative trick used to distract or mislead readers. In Recoleta’s case, the age teaser may have been used to plant a certain assumption, only to subvert it later with the full context of her identity.

!!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

So Who—or What—is Recoleta?

Recoleta is not a regular human being. She is a literary ghost, a fictional character brought to life—similar to Awakened characters like Pioneer despite being a ghost-type Arcanist. She is a spirit formed from literature, metaphor, and history. From watching 2.6, completing Ficciones (and taking notes), and watching her character's story in full, I have come to a conclusion: She most likely originates from these things:

The Recoleta Cemetery Poem by Borges (1920s) – ~70 years before 1991

Ficciones by Borges (1941) – ~50 years before 1991

(Also, her name during the CN Teaser)

Latin American Boom (1960s–70s) – ~21–31 years before 1991

(Recoleta's author from the 70s most likely followed after this)

Visceral Realism from The Savage Detectives (1975) – ~16 years before 1991

Each of these influences predates the story and forms the essence of who Recoleta is. If her origin is tied to any of them, she would be far older than a minor.

But what about Visceral Realism then? Isn't that 16 years ago from the main story? My point still stands, as I'll discuss further.

The Awakened Comparison: Recoleta and Pioneer

Consider Pioneer, another playable character. He is listed as “4 years old.” but we agree that he’s not a child. Pioneer represents the Great Moderation, a historical economic period.

Though Recoleta is labelled as an Arcanist, specifically a ghost-type Arcanist like Click and Poltergeist, she has characteristics similar to an Awakened like Pioneer. Like Pioneer, who represents a time, Recoleta represents Visceral Realism, a literary movement. Both characters are not people with conventional ages—they are metaphors incarnate.

In fact, Recoleta explicitly says she has no childhood friends, which suggests she was never a child, further confirming her nature as an awakened literary entity.

Even if we accept that she “awakened” as a 17-year-old (like the teenage main character, Juan Garcia Madero, in The Savage Detectives), the main story is still set in 1991. If she were awakened in 1975, she would now be around 33 years old.

Conclusion

Recoleta is not a minor—neither in narrative function, symbolism, nor implied age. Her age is "Unknown" because she draws existence from varying sources (Ficciones, her author's work, Visceral Realism, Latin American boom, etc). She is a complex, fictional construct drawn from literature, metaphysics, and history. The widespread and commonly accepted claim that shipping her with Aleph is “adult x minor” is both inaccurate and very damaging.

This ship is as valid as any other main ship in Reverse: 1999, and the harassment against its supporters, especially East Asian fans, must stop. We are free to dislike this ship and have our preferences, but let us not stoop down to lies, misinformation, and bullying. Let us return to a fandom where thoughtful discussion, not misinformation, leads the conversation.

[kkayyerr]

Perfect plan.

Summary: Rafe can’t accept little!reader changing her style and decides to get his precious angel back.

Warnings: Age regression, Dark!Rafe, abusive and toxic behaviors.

There were a lot of things that Rafe was willing to deal with. Your attitude, your anxiety, sometimes even your tantrums. But dealing with his precious angel becoming a rebellious punk wasn’t on his list for sure.

He noticed the first changes when you started hanging out with a group of people that Rafe called „bad influences.“

At first, pink stopped being your favorite color. Usual cute outfits changed to the grunge ones. Then, your toys quit being your best friends.

God, you wouldn’t even let him call you „baby” anymore.

All your actions were shattering his heart and, most importantly, his ego. Even though Rafe knew how easily he could manipulate you back into regressing, he didn’t want to use those methods on you.

Not until he found your favorite pacifier in the trash can.

It was his last straw.

The next day he started to work on his plan, and surprisingly, it started giving results faster than he expected.

At first you were just confused when your boyfriend wouldn’t help you with the small tasks or pamper you when you weren’t in the mood. Then his new cold demeanor started to really worry you. All of the sudden your new friends and lifestyle stopped being so exciting for you. Rafe and his current change of a personality were all that mattered. He wasn’t your overprotective, caring boyfriend anymore. Instead, Rafe started to treat her just like he would treat any other girl who wasn’t his precious girlfriend.

He carried on with his plan up until you came to his house one night, looking furious and frustrated all at once. You came in and rushed to his room, entering without knocking.

Rafe was laying on his bed, almost completely ignoring your sudden unexpected invasion.

„Why would you treat me like that today, Rafe?”

You could’ve sworn that you saw Rafe trying to hide a small smirk after hearing your words and your shaky voice.

Of course, a good boyfriend would immediately stop with his games and rush to calm you down, but it wasn’t the case.

After all, a good girl wouldn’t dare to mistreat her daddy like that.

„Like what?"

Rafe asked nonchalantly, almost looking bored by your presence, even though he was more than relieved to see you crawling back to him.

„Like, I’m not your girlfriend anymore.”

When Rafe heard those needy and childish notes in your voice he finally put his phone away and stood up from his bed, slowly heading to you. His facial expression wasn’t soft like usual, but it also wasn’t stern or cold like it was before.

Now Rafe looked more disappointed and dissatisfied than mad.

„Tell you what, babe. My girlfriend is a precious angel, and you are definitely not her.”

Your eyes widened at his words as you saw him pointing his finger towards your outfit with a clear disgust on his face.

„All of this isn’t for my angel. It’s for the punks and other morons who lack brains and basic manners.”

Rafe noticed that your eyes started watering already, but he wasn’t done yet. Not after everything you put him through those couple of days.

„I’m sorry, baby, but I won’t be seen with a girl who looks and behaves like that.”

And just like that, your bravado was destroyed. Tears started streaming down your cheeks faster than you realized that you were crying. Then your voice shook as you were trying to say something but couldn’t get those words out of your mouth. Finally, your knees weakened. Rafe's arms caught you right before you could’ve lost your balance.Your body softened in his arms immediately, but your breath was still shaky.

„It’s okay, baby. I know it hurts to finally acknowledging how much you could’ve lost.”

You hugged Rafe tighter, pulling him closer to you, probably fearing that he would vanish right there and then. You wanted to feel loved and cherished again; you wanted to know that you were still his precious angel.

„I…I’m sorry, Dada.”

You mumbled, hiding your puffy face in his neck.

It was such a shame that you couldn’t see a victorious smile that was playing on your daddy’s lips.

Rafe hummed to himself after your little apology and then easily picked you up and carried you to bed, smiling at you like absolutely nothing had happened.

Before you could realize it, you were cuddled up in his arms with a pretty pink pacifier in your mouth.

„The next time you decide to throw your pacifier away, just know that I bought a whole pack of them.”

Rafe said, while playing with your hair carefully, which was nothing like his previous demeanor. You nodded, even though your brain was too dizzy and melted to actually understand what he meant by that.

[toffee4you]

Silver things that I often yap about to mootie and may consider turning into fics; for my own reference but open to opinions, or to inspire others. I am totally not foaming.

Side note: I use "you" and "the reader" interchangeably. I strive to make things anyPOV. A lot of these have been modified to NOT be suggestive.

Categories:

Modern

To Be Updated (this will be my planning list)

Medieval

Hybrid

Modern/Slice-of-Life

None of these take place at NRC. Magic doesn't exist.

Silver x Roomate!Reader

AU where the Silver and reader both work at some random job you'd find IRL (doesn't matter for this anyways). One of the two was originally living alone in an apartment even though it had enough rooms to accommodate two people. The other becomes a roommate afterwards. They're a bit distant/awkward at first, often forgetting habits that they'd usually only do when living alone. But then they grow sweet on each other and it's just a comfort thing. Tough day at work?? Maybe hugging or affirmation, purposely leaving some home cooked food, etc.

Silver x Vampire!Reader

So Silver's just some dude. He works a pretty generic job and has a bad shift (works overtime, comes home late). The reader is a vampire but, they are SO ASS at being a vampire. They're affected by ALL the generic things: garlic/sun/wooden stake/cross/metals = bad, needs permission before coming in, non-human blood = bad. And, in this AU, people are hyperaware of vampires. They've figured out all their rules so vampires just began to fizzle out, unable to enter houses. The reader is just alive because they're from one of the few vampire families that just have straight-up unethical blood farming methods (not gonna get into it), but they've been kicked out because they wanna do things the traditional way. And boy did they feel stupid. Now they pester Silver every night, trying to convince him in the most suspicious ways that they're "totally not a vampire". He doesn't believe them, but after seeing how starved they become, he eventually let's them in.

Husband!Silver x Reader

Silver is the breadwinner, he wants you to have a nice and relaxed life. His job is terrible, and that's exactly what he wants to protect you from. Terrible boss, work gossip, competition, boring/tedious work, overtime, wrist and back pain, all of it. Since it was inspired by a pixiv based off of Japanese work culture, he's often obligated to stay out and overdrink with coworkers/his boss (turning it down would be seen as disrespectful/uncooperative). He's not a violent drunk, just gets disoriented/clumsy and very clingy/affectionate. Also, he recharges his energy by spending quality time with the reader

Wife!Silver x Reader

The inverse of the above scenario, except it's just him comforting the reader knowing how hard the job is. Yes he wears a pink apron or whatever you give him, he loves your gifts very much. He tends the small garden/cooks/cleans/etc.

Silver gets sent to YOUR world

Honestly no idea what I'd write for it, maybe you help him adjust or he's just in awe at how terrible your life is. Been avoiding this because it may be an overshare.

Medieval/Middle Age

Gladiator!Silver x Noble!Reader

Reader is probably part of the royal family but not the actual ruler themselves. Silver was forced into the gladiator ring for whatever the reason and is fighting for his LIFE while the audience just sits up high around the ring and finds it entertaining. But you don't, of course. The reader tries providing him outside help while trying to find a way for him to escape. Royal family probably has their own "favorite" gladiators (that aren't Silver) who they betted on, and rigged the match to reap the money.

Knight!Silver x Knight!Reader

I either want the reader to be this REALLY salty rival knight/someone who looks up to Silver or glazes him/partner-in-arms. In all scenarios, the reader has a pretty bad family, maybe disapproves of them becoming a knight or forced them to be a knight. The salty rival/Silver glazer would both have their personalities be a direct result of their family situation. The setting would probably be an training camp/a temporary post for a war.

Prince!Silver x Outcast(fae)!Reader

Leah/Dawn Knight still lead the kingdom in this AU, Silver doesn't have a sleeping curse, and I often call this version of Silver "Aurora" because I just don't like how the name "Gold/Golden" sounds (Sebek was onto something). His parents are still ruling, but they don't have time for him due to the tensions between humans and occasionally raids from fae. They often write him letters, and he usually has to eat alone. Fae are punished on sight in all of the human kingdoms, with Heinrich's being the most brutal about it (but this doesn't take place in his kingdom). Silver was left to regulate his parents' land while they're busy, and he's very well-renowned among his people for his kind personality, looks, status, and fighting prowess. Whenever he goes out, he's always accompanied by a fleet of overprotective guards, even though he mostly goes to poorer towns to buy their product. BUT, then we have the reader. A fae. Silver's bedroom is high up in a tower, a bit like Rapunzel but it's connected to the rest of the castle. This fae reader lost a lot in the war, including one of their fae features chipped off and their family status unknown. They somehow manage to scale the entire tower in attempt to 🔪🔪 Silver, but he rolled a 20 on charisma and the rest is history. It turns into nightly meetups of calming down the fae, and if that's not enough, then maybe toss in a little bit of "oh no arranged marriage for Silver" or "oh no they caught the fae".

Knight!Silver x Prince/Princess!Reader

Probably the usual, Silver is a personal bodyguard (and thus gets attached) who is yearning and the reader wants to elope. The reader probably has a stuffy life or was put in arranged marriage.

Chef!Silver x Noble!Reader

Okay hear me out. So, either a very mean, picky noble reader who has been worrying their family because they refuse to eat & Silver's stuff is the only thing they want... Or Silver unintentionally made this noble fall in love because he just cooks that good. Maybe it reminds them of home.

Peasant!Silver x Peasant!Reader

Knight!Silver x Medic!Reader

Not that he necessarily has to be a knight, but basically, the reader found Silver when he was heavily injured to unconsciousness & takes care of him. There's not a lot of layers to it.

(This gets long because I've been ruminating on it... That's why I saved it for last.)

They're neighbors & childhood friends. Their families get along super well and farm different stuff, so they are always trading around food. Both families are supportive of the reader and Silver's relationship (whether it's friends or not) so they often send them to carry over the items they're exchanging. Like playdates. They often have dinners together too, or celebrate holidays together. It's also super easy to run into them at markets/taverns/fairs/etc. since it's a small village.

When they are both older, the tasks become more of "sending them to each other's houses to help out". Silver's better with herding animals or repairing utilities? Send him to reader's house when they have trouble with the animals or a broken fence. The reader is better at getting rid of pests and milking cows? Send them to Silver's house when he has trouble with the aphids or getting the milk.

The not-so-angst is that Mr. Hotshot prince/king whatever comes around to rizz up the reader and he technically DOES look handsome and DOES act super nice/charming to the reader, but he keeps his douchery hidden. Also he showers the reader with expensive gifts, always tells them stories they've never heard of, gives them food/drink of super high quality, etc... things that would benefit the reader and their family.

Some extra cookies for this AU:

There's a drought, and hotshot dude gets the reader's family through it.

This royalty basically spies on whatever Silver may be planning to gift the reader and does it before him, basically stealing his meaningful gift ideas and making him unable to give it to the reader (what if the reader starts suspecting SILVER of acting weird for mimicking the prince's gifts?! <- At least that's what he thinks).

This could go either way of being a princess trying to rizz Silver instead but I felt it may be overused and I'd get tomatoes. Also it wasn't my original plan. I can't make her rizz reader because then I'd want to write yuri and Silver wouldn't be getting a good ending, trust me.

Hybrid

...This section only exists because of that one rabbit fest card.

Bunny!Silver x Reader

Silver is a rabbit fae. Generic logic of "injured/frightened/willing = turns into rabbit form". The reader assumes Silver is a regular injured bunny because they find him in that form, so they take him home and care for him. He stays like that for a while, half because he's actually injured, half because he wasn't sure if he should come out of that form... It MIGHT just frighten the reader, after all. But the point is that he eventually turns anyways, something about a plot device...

WhiteRabbit!Silver x Alice!Reader

My most elaborate AU besides the farmer one. This had lots of different variations but I'll just write down the main two. This one makes me feel like I haven't touched enough grass.

It starts off like the original Alice in Wonderland but it's rabbit-guy Silver not white rabbit. The rabbit hole you fall down is physical, meaning there is a physical way to enter and leave Wonderland (consider the upside down world in Stranger Things, except Wondering looks nicer). Also, when you make it to Wonderland, you don't have to chase him nearly as long as white rabbit. Basically as soon as he realizes you're there he comes with you. The reader, who can have ANY name for the record, even one that doesn't sound like "Alice", is immediately called "Alice" by White Rabbit Silver. Even when you try denying it, he actually will not stfu, so you just go with it.

Wonderland is somewhere between fiction and reality. It can be entered through dreams, but your real body will actually disappear from the world. As a child, you disassociated from reality due to bad life circumstances and came across Wonderland for the first time, befriending everyone in their childhood. After staying for a while, you learned how to cope with life back at home and ended up "waking" from Wonderland. Now this is a bit of mix between Alice's Warped Wonderland and the Alice in Wonderland live action. While you were busy living a boring life and slowly forgetting about Wonderland (after all, it's in your childhood, and everyone kept making fun of you for believing something so silly), Wonderland was having a straight-up war. So that's when the Queen of Hearts began ruling, and there was no real opposition, only people who were "neutral". You end up back in Wonderland because your life starts sucking that badly again, but Wonderland is not really the best comfort place anymore. The obvious happens where Silver spots you, still considers you "Alice" (childhood name you made up for fun upon first visiting), and is just so, so, so happy to see you again even though you're denying everyone's existence at this point. I have lore for literally everyone "Alice" befriends but christ, it's long, and I'm doing my best not to go ahead and make Queen of Hearts yuri.

World building stuff:

Multiple people can be considered "Alice" as long as they share personality traits of the original "Alice in Wonderland", doesn't matter your gender or how you look. Silver can accurately sense any Alice on instinct, and technically he does work for the Queen, but he prioritizes Alice first. The Queen of Hearts wants to get rid of all of these out of jealousy/fear they'll take the throne. She does in fact have people who work for her like the original, but Cheshire Cat is just 100% manipulative towards Alice and working with the Queen in this one. A bit of narnia logic where even the nature can be working with the Queen too.

[rathologic]

out of curiosity, do you have any ships you enjoy? or pairings that arent romantic? its possibly the last thing i would expect you to talk on your blog so (excluding some posts)

laughed a little at this message I guess I really don't talk about shipping... awesome. I partake in some from time to time and there Is some stuff I really enjoy but it tends to have low output... well,

lara/yulia (p1): I am a HUGE YULILARA FAN which is a low bar since there's like 3 of us. what is there to lack?? yulia and lara textually were once close friends, then had a falling-out (partially over yulia's fatalism and hypocrisy), and now they're bitter. really easy to read as exes. I love human suffering I think that's the point of pathologic so I'm mostly into pairings that won't work out :-)

yulia/maria (p2/3): okay hear me out I have privileged information (read the quest titles in quarantine) But this will be good. and it's even good from what we have so far. I love women who are mutually jealous of each other's relationship w/ eva + hate each other on ideological grounds + have nasty sex. aglayulia (didn't make this list but I enjoy it) makes it even crazier... me when my detested aunt comes to town so I torture her ex about it.

artemy/the fellow traveler (p2): deal ending is the best ending and choosing to reject mark's play and travel forever with the one person who's been consistently kind to you is the Best choice for har2spex. the Entire scope of anything in the world could be reached by deal ending artemy/ft. the motif of "a fate like a good wife"/"escaping fate" frames him as a romantic partner. "now that we're inseparable, I'll hold you tight". it's so good MY PLAYLIST

artemy/grief (p2): bartemy nation. artemy and grief are obsessed with each other however you slice it in p2 (you told your gang I'm your best friend and they all recognize me on sight? I bring you up unprompted in various conversations? we had a secret lair together?). it's really fun in that context of a long timeskip (read 301, a great piece of writing), but also just a great dynamic during the game, especially considering the direct parallel between grief asking artemy to escape + aglaya's escape. one of VERY FEW patho ships where the parties involved have a history and also get along in the present day

aglaya/artemy (p1/2): another really good dynamic but this time it's even canon. I think every day about their p2 escape sequence and how integral that is to the game's themes (...how fucked a mistake it was to doom that + how it was handled even worse for nara). compelling (author's note: I forgot to finish writing this paragraph please imagine I did that, will be left for another post)

daniil/eva (p3): honorable mention since this is topical today. I'm neutral on it in p1, but I think it has a lot of potential for p3! Mostly if the writers show eva's survival to be incompatible with the utopia. Trying to save her makes sense as the core of a game that's now about time travel... we've seen what happens when Dankovsky doesn't stop her and lives with the linear time consequences in 1, and I'm really into the idea of rearranging everything else that happens to the Town in hopes of avoiding that. whatever's being set up with the "married to his work" theme is going to work nicely with establishing a choice between his mission/eva, and it's a beautiful parallel with p2's "fate like a good wife" theme, And it means we'll have to look at eva's rationale and interiority in more than just an optional task that lasts 1 day. it's also like... I love characters being forced to grow and I love that the scene we have of them in quarantine includes dankovsky apologizing to eva, it seems like a very Groundhog Day attempt at altering the course of events. hopefully can + looks like it will be good. 🙏

vasily filat/me (p3): you know it.

[nozhdyved]

bang bang choo choo train! - artrick

contains: 3.5k words, summer camp setting, camp counselors!artrick, mainly fluff and comfort, brief mentions of vomit, they get to be happy for once!

notes: peanut butter in a cup we sing this song to pump us up!!!! okay i fear im lowk doxxing myself a little with this fic but i just reallyyy needed to write them being happy for Once okay. its pride month. leave me alone. also the vomit story is smth that actually happened to me and my co-leader cracked me tf up i couldnt stop laughing

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Raucous laughter and chattered conversations were hushed when the two Student Leaders stepped up onstage, waiting for the noise to die down. The blonde stepped up first, taking a deep breath before beginning to speak while he fidgeted with the beads on his paracord.

“Hi everyone, my name is Halo, my pronouns are he/him, and I’ll be leading Basalt cabin this week!”

His own voice surprised him– outside of camp, he was soft-spoken and gentle, not this chipper stranger in his body. But it felt right to Halo, to sound so upbeat and happy while surveying the sixth-graders that stared up at him with reverent eyes. It felt so natural to Halo, and it filled him with a sense of pride to know that he had the chance to change all these kid’s lives. He was abruptly jolted out of his fantasy by the loud burp that erupted on his left.

“‘Scuse me, uhh… um. My name is Cheddar. Like the cheese. I use the, uh, boy? He/him pronouns? And I’ll also be leading Basalt cabin.”

Halo had to stifle a sigh. First timer. He could tell by the way his co-leader had to glance down at his woodcookie, and the way he mispronounced Basalt. But it didn't matter, Halo could teach him the way. Their Program Leader read out the list of boys that they’d be taking care of, and each sixth-grader hopped off the bench and shuffled over to the pair.

Cheddar leaned over to whisper in Halo’s ear. “So, should we maybe have a pooping schedule? Since… I don’t think I can go the entire week without pooping.”

Halo shot Cheddar a sharp look. This was going to be a long fucking week.

The one thing Cheddar was good for was move-ins. He was strong, much stronger than Halo, and helped all the kids with their luggage. There were ten total, Halo counted, chewing the inside of his cheeks. Not a bad ratio, especially for a co-led cabin. His gaze moved over to where Cheddar was walking with kids swarming him, weighed down with the trashbags of pillows and duffel bags that kids had laden on him. Halo couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on his co-leader’s face, shaking his head as he walked faster.

“A little help?” Cheddar called out from behind him, and Halo turned around, walking backwards and smiling smugly at Cheddar.

“Nah, you’ve got that. I believe in you!” he laughs, hearing Cheddar’s groan of frustration from behind him as he jogs up the hill. The sun is warm and bright, tickling through the branches to reach his skin, warming him up. This was what Halo loved about Camp Hemlock, the way nature surrounded him and drew him in, bringing him into loving arms. It was home to him.

Basalt was Halo’s favorite cabin, and the one he had requested to lead. It was a large cottage with four separate rooms, so he and Cheddar could share one away from the stench of sixth-graders. Halo didn’t know that he’d have a co-leader, but he didn’t really mind. A home was meant to be shared, after all.

…Was what he kept trying to tell himself when he was heading back to the cabin from the bathhouse, spotting Cheddar sprinting down the gravel road. His arms were waving over his head, and he was screaming frantically.

“Help! HELP!” he stopped in the middle of the road, squinting at Halo’s faraway figure. “Are you a student? IT’S AN EMERGENCY!”

Halo kept walking towards Cheddar, raising an eyebrow. “No, dude, it’s me,” he said flatly, shaking his head. “What happe-?”

Cheddar let out a guttural sob, grabbing the front of Halo’s shirt and shaking him around. “OH GOD, IT’S EVERYWHERE!!” He looked over at Halo frantically, already dragging him back to the cabins. “This kid- God, I forgot his name! He threw up, and he’s crying, and it’s just everywhere, like on the walls-” Cheddar cuts himself off, looking close to puking himself.

Halo patted a gentle hand against Cheddar’s back tentatively, his face a blank canvas. “That sounds pretty bad,” he offers, speeding their pace up. Cheddar is fully leaning onto Halo, dramatic sobs escaping his lips every few seconds. Jesus. “How many times did he throw up?”

“Once.”

Halo grit his teeth and walked faster. This better be the biggest puddle of vomit he’d ever seen in his life.

They entered the cabin to see the snivelling child hunched over a small puddle of vomit- no more than four inches in diameter. Halo glared at Cheddar, sighing loudly. “Okay, c’mon. We got briefed on this yesterday, remember? Go get the bag of sand from the cabin box,” he coached Cheddar along, getting the kid out of the cabin to wait on the front porch.

Less than a minute passed just for that action, and when Halo turned back into the cabin, Cheddar had pulled out a string of fucking jingle bells, shaking them around over the puddle of vomit. “Like this?” he asked desperately, panicked green eyes staring back at Halo.

Halo didn’t know what to say– he just watched Cheddar jingle the bells around like it could summon a cleaning fairy. He wasn’t sure if he’d met someone quite this inept before. “...No. No, man. Not like that.” He walked over to the cabin box himself and pulled out the bag of sand, shaking his head at Cheddar. “Go help the kid get changed. That’s Nathan, by the way.”

Cheddar rushed outside quickly, muttering “Nathan, Nathan,” in a hushed tone under his breath as he shut the door. Halo just sighed, beginning to pour the sand atop the puddle, grabbing some paper towels. It’s his first time, Halo had to remind himself, still shaking his head to himself as he wiped up the vomit. I was terrible my first time too. 

When Halo opened the door to usher Cheddar and Nathan back in, the puddle was wiped clean and the sour smell dissipated. Cheddar was muttering something under his breath– curses, most likely, as he grabbed the kid’s soiled sleeping bag. He bundled it up and tossed it into the adjoining bathroom, before disappearing into his and Halo’s room and exiting with his own bulky sleeping bag.

“Here,” he grunted, laying the sleeping bag down onto Nathan’s bunk. “Just… sleep in that. We’ll get your sleeping bag washed tomorrow, okay buddy?”

Halo watched from the corner as Cheddar murmured a quiet tuck-in, zipping up the sleeping bag snugly. Despite Cheddar’s idiocy, Halo couldn’t deny how good he was at building rapport and making the kids like him. That wasn’t a learned trait– Cheddar was just born with it.

“You won’t have a sleeping bag,” Halo said when they went into their own room. Cheddar sat down on his bunk across from Halo, bare now, save for a pillow. “You’re gonna catch a cold.”

Cheddar took off his woodcookie, smiling at Halo. His teeth were nice and straight, blindingly white even in the dark. “I’ll be fine. I’ve got a strong immune system.” He laid down on his bunk, laying his jacket over himself. Halo felt his stomach tingle at the sight, something odd rising up in him.

He patted the side of his own bunk, drawing Cheddar’s attention. “Come on,” he prompts, making space in the small bunk. “You’re gonna freeze to death.”

Cheddar sat up, eyes narrowed. “...Dude, it’s May. I think I’ll be fine,” he said, but he looked tempted to join Halo.

Halo rolled his eyes, drumming his fingers against the mattress impatiently. “Five… four… three…”

And just like Halo expected, by ‘two’, Cheddar’s warm body was curled up next to him, struggling to fit under the sleeping bag. He looked over at Halo, his pink lips parted as he breathed out, “This okay?”

Halo hesitated before nodding, a small smile on his face. “Yeah. It’s okay,” he answered, his voice a quiet whisper– and what surprised him most was that he wasn’t lying.

“Okay,” Cheddar whispered, a glint in his eyes as he turned to the other side, yawning loudly. “Night, Halo.”

The soft snuffling sounds of his breathing reached Halo’s ears as he turned out the nightlight, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeping bag. It was… nice, to have someone next to him, keeping him warm. To feel Cheddar’s presence next to him, grounding him, was comforting. Halo exhaled softly, pushing back the urge to reach out and wrap an arm around Cheddar. 

“Good night, Cheddar.”

Even after Nathan’s sleeping bag had been washed and Cheddar’s sleeping bag was returned, Halo and Cheddar still fell asleep together every night, inching closer as the week went on. Sometimes Cheddar would toss his legs over Halo’s hips, or Halo would be grasping at Cheddar’s shoulders in his sleep. Unconsciously, they would move closer and closer together throughout the night until they were awoken in the morning, quickly jolting apart and acting like nothing had happened.

Halo would mentally slap himself every morning, feeling like he was doing a walk of shame as he left the cabin. He’d been volunteering enough times to know that what he was doing was wrong, and he could be barred from coming back. But catching Cheddar’s eyes across the dining hall, blushing at the charming smile the other leader would give him, it made all of Halo’s worries disappear.

They began spending their breaks together, leaving their phones to gather dust in the nurses office as they set off to explore the site, mainly Halo leading Cheddar around. Halo showed Cheddar all his favorite secret stops on the site– the hidden pond behind the dining hall, the rope swings deep into the woods, and Halo’s favorite, the dock harboring the gazebo. They stopped at the gazebo, Cheddar leaning over the railing to survey the lake.

“Can I ask why you chose your name?” Halo asked the brunette, sidling up next to him and mirroring his movements, leaning against the railing. Cheddar looked over his shoulder, shrugging casually in response.

“I like cheese. I like cheddar cheese,” he explained, mock-glaring when a laugh escaped from Halo’s lips. “I’m lactose intolerant, so I thought it was funny.”

Halo nodded seriously, his lips twitching into a smile. “Hilarious,” he deadpanned, yelping as Cheddar smacked him gently on the shoulder. They fell into a quiet state, watching the pristine blue of the lake reflect the sky above, wind rustling the leaves and providing a calm ambiance. 

“Why do you like it here so much?” Cheddar asked, surprising Halo. “I mean, I’m not saying that I don’t like it. It’s just… most people don’t choose to spend a week of their life without showering and hanging out with annoying kids.”

Halo laughed at that description, standing next to Cheddar and bumping their hips together. Their breaks together are short and cherished, quiet glances and whispered words. “I don’t know.” Halo paused. “That’s a lie. I do know. I just… I love being able to change these kids' lives. It’s so much more fulfilling than I could have ever expected it to be. I mean, I’ve had these little kids come out to me, tell me about their home life, it’s just– it’s sort of magical, don’t you think?” 

The air around them is quiet, besides the occasional birds chirping or frogs splashing into the water. Cheddar nodded dazedly, more focused on drinking in his surroundings than replying. “Yeah,” he said at last, looking over at Halo, green eyes meeting blue. Cheddar hadn’t noticed the speck of brown in Halo’s eyes before– like the earth manifesting itself into Halo, leaving an imprint on how much Halo really loved the outdoors. “It is magical to be here. With you.”

Halo’s lips curled up into a shy smile, and he looked away. “Careful,” he said, his voice teasing, “We gotta use friendly language, remember?”

Cheddar laughed, loud and boisterous. His head threw back when he laughed like this, and Halo could watch his Adams apple bob under his skin, and the way the sun filtered through his brown curls. He’s what’s most magical about this week, Halo decided then. “I think I’m being plenty friendly.” He moved his hand across the splintered wood, scarred knuckles glowing under the sun.

Halo raised an eyebrow, observing his every movement. The way Cheddar would wet his lips when anxious, look away, scratch at the nape of his neck. Halo saw it all. “Some may even say too friendly,” he countered, trying to maintain a grasp on his composure, for his love of the rules.

Cheddar was close, too close, but it was a welcoming sensation as Cheddar backed Halo against the railing, his big hands coming up to take Halo’s. His calloused fingers ran over Halo’s knuckles, and he smiled knowingly. As if saying I know your secret, and I’ll keep it. 

“No such thing as too friendly,” Cheddar murmured in reply, one hand dropping down to fit easily around Halo’s hips, his hand warm and snug. It felt like a puzzle piece snapping into place, and Halo felt his chest heat up as they looked at each other. 

“...Site Supe might disagree with that,” Halo whispered, watching Cheddar lean in closer and closer, lips puckered and eyes beginning to flutter closed. Halo closed his own eyes, leaning in, gripping Cheddar’s shirt tightly–

“Oh, shit, wait.” Halo’s eyes opened abruptly to see Cheddar leaning back, a cautious look on his face. “Do I have, uhhh. Uhh, your consent?” He asked, so genuine and awkward that Halo couldn’t help but laugh.

“Jesus, you suck at this,” Halo shook his head, pulling Cheddar in by his woodcookie and kissing him gently. Their lips moved together in sync, melding together to make the two boys whole. It was sweet and loving, all-consuming with the way they devoured each other’s lips. Cheddar’s hands came up to paw around Halo’s neck, settling easily at the nape of it while he combed his bulky fingers through Halo’s curls. The rickety railing squeaked under their weight as Halo pulled Cheddar in closer by the hips, tilting his head to better mouth at Cheddar’s lips.

Eventually, they had to pull away, hearing the sound of pattering feet and screaming children. They held each other tight, their bodies taut and stiff as the sound passed them. Halo shoved Cheddar’s shoulder playfully, his eyes glimmering with pure happiness. “You’re gonna get me into so much trouble.”

Cheddar grinned at him, wrapping his arms around Halo’s waist and pulling him close, laying a kiss upon his head. “Will not. I’m a law-abiding citizen,” he murmured, inhaling Halo’s scent– woodsy and light, like the feeling of laying under the shade on a hot day. “I’ll be good.”

The final night fell upon them like a dreary shadow, covering up the sun and keeping them in a gloomy mood for the whole day. Halo wasn’t used to this kind of mood at the end of the week, normally excited to leave the kids and go back to his normal life with only some reminiscing. But that was before he had met Cheddar. 

Cheddar, with his brilliantly bright eyes and genuine smile. Cheddar, who’d opened up about his home life to Halo, crying into his lap late at night when the kids were tucked in. Cheddar, who was learning how to love just like how Halo was. Clumsy, considerate, beautiful Cheddar. 

It was the last break. They were back at the gazebo where they'd been the first time they’d kissed, but they sat on opposite sides of the bench, not talking. Just watching the birds soaring into trees, chirping their songs. Bullfrogs croaked around the banks, and the peaceful lake lapped quietly along the edge of the dock where the gazebo stood. Cheddar’s hand was outstretched towards the middle of the bench. Halo didn’t take it.

“We can’t act like this isn’t happening,” Cheddar spoke up, forcing Halo to look over at him. “We knew it would end eventually. Don’t be mad.” He cocked his head, surveying Halo’s expression– not mad, exactly. More… regretful. “Are you mad? At me?”

Halo scoffed at that, toying with the beads strung along his paracord. He had a new one now, from Cheddar– a wedge of yellow cheese, and he put it on a safety pin of itself. “I’m not mad at you or just… mad at all,” he muttered, swallowing thickly and lowering his eyes. “I’m just gonna miss you.”

Cheddar nodded at that, his hand still laying limply, palm up. “I’ll miss you more,” he whispered, his voice dry and crackly, “I’ll be thinking about you. Every day.”

The wind rustled in the trees above them, sending bits of dandelion fluff and dry leaves across the air, floating around and in between them. Halo’s eyes followed the movements before returning his gaze to Cheddar, who looked close to tears. His vibrant green eyes were glassy with unshed tears, and he withdrew his hand, wiping at them.

“Was I good?” Cheddar asked, and Halo couldn’t help but laugh at the question, ducking his head and forcing his burning tears to stop welling up. 

“Yeah. Yeah, you were good,” he answered, looking back up at Cheddar to watch the proud smile form across his lips, spreading wider with each passing second. “You were really good.”

Cheddar smiled proudly, and this time, Halo offered his hand. Palm up, fingers wiggling as he raised an eyebrow expectantly. “Five… four… three…”

The warmth of Cheddar’s hand in his was enough to still his anxious thoughts, the comforting weight pausing his racing mind. Halo smiled over at Cheddar, mimicking his happy grin. “Thanks.”

There was another long silence, the two boys feeling comfortable enough in the silence to just sit in it, let it surround them and cover their ears. Finally, Halo piped up.

“What’s your real name?” His voice was soft and quiet, like he didn’t want to hear Cheddar’s answer. As if he wanted to live the rest of his life remembering the other boy as a cheese.

Cheddar laughed, squeezing Halo’s hand gently and lovingly, his thumb tracing over his knuckles. “What’s yours?” he countered, peering over at the blonde, who just shrugged and grinned sheepishly.

“I don’t wanna tell you,” he admitted. “It’s gonna ruin the magic. I’ll tell you my real name and you’ll stop thinking I’m hot.” That drew a laugh from Cheddar, who shook his head.

“Nah. I’ll always think you’re hot,” he offered as reassurance. “Do you want me to go first?”

Halo hesitated before nodding, his free hand reaching up to fiddle with his beads. “Yeah, please.”

A tense silence fell upon them as Cheddar nodded, narrowing his eyes as he tried to remember his name, a good answer to give Halo. The breeze blew through his hair, brushing it back and tickling his ears. “I’m Patrick,” he said at last, his voice a quiet whisper as if praying.

Patrick. Halo repeated that name in his head, over and over again until it was engraved into the underside of his brain, the part where he learned to love. “Patrick,” he whispered aloud, the word sacred on his tongue. “It’s nice to meet you, Patrick. I’m Art.”

Halo could see Cheddar’s gears turning similarly, mouth opening and closing as he mouthed the name. Art. Cheddar’s lips upturned in a grin, pointy canines flashing in the sunlight. “That’s not a name, dumbass.”

It surprised Halo enough to make him laugh, a warm fluttery feeling blooming in his chest. “Yes, it is! That’s my name!” he argued, and the two boys dissolved into giggles, finally closing the gap between them on the bench and leaning against each other, laughing into each other’s skin and grasping to get closer.

“No, it’s not,” Cheddar whispered into Halo’s ear, pinching his side gently. “Your name is Halo. That’s always gonna be your name,” he punctuated his words with a short kiss to Halo’s cheek, trailing down to his neck.

Halo’s eyes closed at the feeling, pulling Cheddar close and meeting his lips one final time, breathing into each other’s mouths as they enjoyed the moment. The warmth emanating from their bodies being something hotter than the sunlight could ever provide, the way they held onto each other tight as if the other would dissolve into dust the second they let go. They kissed like the world was ending, and maybe it was, since they’d never see each other again. Maybe life would truly be over once they got off the site. Halo would go back to being Art, and Cheddar would go back to being Patrick, and their week in the woods would be a fantasy that they imagined in the depths of night.

They kiss harder, Halo being pulled onto Cheddar’s lap as he kissed the brunette hungrily, like kissing Cheddar would be the last thing Halo could do. He kissed like the world was burning down around them, like the second they stopped, Cheddar would disappear. Cheddar gripped frantically at the back of Halo’s shirt, his nails digging into the soft skin as he pulled him impossibly close, as if wanting to become one whole being.

In that moment, time seemed to stop. The week never ended. They could just keep being. Halo and Cheddar, Art and Patrick. They could just live, and love.

[https-bobreynolds]

insane together

pairing: robert ‘bob’ reynolds x reader, mentions of the void x the enchantress

summary: just a random conversation on a monday morning in the kitchen with your boyfriend, bob.

author’s note: this is just pure random fluff, thanks for all the love guys <3 am not having a good time rn, reading all your comments and reblogs makes me feel so much better

“love,” you called the man, your boyfriend, who’s sitting beside you, “do you ever find it weird..?”

he gave you a look, “do i find… what, weird?”

“the fact that the two entities inside of us are also a thing?”

bob sighed, sipping on his cup of coffee. “it is a bit… weird, i suppose. why… why do you ask?”

you shrugged, “i don’t know, the thought just crossed my mind, that’s all.”

bob nodded, setting his cup down on the kitchen counter, “well yes, it is weird, but i prefer not to think too much about it, it’s-“ he paused, trying to find the right words, “it’s like… trying to make sense of an unsolvable math problem.”

you chuckled lightly, “yeah… i guess it is pretty much like that, huh?”

he nodded, a small smile on his face, “yeah… i don’t really want to get a headache trying to do the math to figure them out.”

you nodded, picking up your mug, “yeah, i don’t want to either. our relationship already confuses the public enough, imagine what their reaction would be if they find out that our respective entities are practically dating, too.”

bob chuckled quietly, his expression turning amused, “probably… probably just utter confusion and disbelief, followed by a lot of questions, and a few headaches.”

you laughed, “yeah, no kidding. they’re either going to think we’re insane or we have lost our minds completely. maybe both.”

he nodded, a smirk on his face, “oh yeah, they’ll definitely freak out. and imagine how they’ll react when they learn about the whole treaty thing we have with them…”

you rolled your eyes, a small grin on your face, “that’ll blow their minds- they’ll wonder how the hell we manage to come to an agreement with a goddess, worshipped by the pre-columbian maya and inca civilizations, AND a destructive entity which is the literal embodiment of depression.”

bob chuckled, “yeah, i’m sure they will. hell, i don’t… i don’t think they’d even believe us if we told them the whole thing… they’ll think we made it up.”

you nodded, “honestly, i wouldn’t be surprised if they do end up thinking we made it all up. the whole idea of it sounds a bit ridiculous when you say it out loud, don’t you think? who do you think will believe that?”

he sighed, “not one person for sure. they’ll think we belong in a mental institution… but… i don’t mind, though. being crazy with you seems better than being normal. a-at least, in my opinion.”

you rolled your eyes playfully at that, “yeah? you enjoy being crazy with me, huh? do you like being labeled as insane?”

he chuckled, “hey, being insane with you? i love it. as long as we stick together… i don’t care what people think of me or what they label us as.”

you cracked a smile, “yeah, who needs normalcy anyways? insane together, right?”

he returned the smile, his eyes filled with affection, “insane together indeed, sweetheart.”

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[thelawsofdaylight]

Every single mention of Feuilly ever /Feuilly meta masterpost

Because it's barricade day and because my fixation on Feuilly has only grown these past few months, I've compiled a list of every single time he's ever mentioned in the brick. (Twenty-six times, for those wondering.) Below is a rundown of every single Feuilly mention and what this tells us about Feuilly as a character, with meta from fandom discussions past sprinkled in wherever relevant.

WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD!!!

1. Feuilly's name listed amongst the members of Les Amis de l'ABC, in the following order:

Enjolras, Combeferre, Jean Prouvaire, Feuilly, Courfeyrac, Bahorel, Lesgle or Laigle, Joly, Grantaire.

Bonus Feuilly fact: Lesgle is singled out as the only one NOT from the South. Ergo, Feuilly is from the South.

Fun information on the meaning of Feuilly's name (spoiler alert: it's a pun) here!

2. Basic Feuilly information from his intro paragraph:

Feuilly was a workingman, a fan-maker, orphaned both of father and mother, who earned with difficulty three francs a day... He had taught himself to read and write; everything that he knew, he had learned by himself.

A lot of information in relatively few words. I won't reinvent the wheel of Feuilly meta and instead I'm going to direct people to posts discussing Feuilly's financial/employment situation here and here and here and posts about fanmakers/the Paris fan industry in general here and here.

3. Information about Feuilly's political beliefs from his intro paragraph:

Feuilly had a generous heart. The range of his embrace was immense... In this club of young Utopians, occupied chiefly with France, he represented the outside world.

Key Feuilly fact here: Feuilly cares about international politics. Like, really really really cares. He is not content with only liberating France and will not be satisfied until the whole world is free. He learns about a place's history and politics specifically so he can advocate for the rights and freedoms of its peoples! Ah, Feuilly <3

4. Feuilly's internationalist politics from his intro paragraph:

He had for his specialty Greece, Poland, Hungary, Romania, Italy... Above all things, the great violence of 1772 aroused him... All contemporary social crimes have their origin in the partition of Poland. The partition of Poland is a theorem of which all present political outrages are the corollaries... Such was Feuilly’s habitual text.

More internationalism! For more information about why Feuilly is interested in Italy see here. For 1772 and Poland specifically see here. Also this wonderful post about the historical context of Polish solidarity in French Republican circles (+some Enjolras/Feuilly propaganda.)

TLDR; Feuilly WILL find a way to bring the conversation back round to the injustice of Poland's partitioning and he's actually so correct for that! It's so important to me that people understand why Feuilly is so vocal about Poland and that he's not just bringing it up for shits and giggles, it serves a very real purpose in an organisation whose focus often doesn't extend beyond France!

5. Enjolras et ses lieutenants; Enjolras is directing Les Amis around Paris and he asks:

"Feuilly, you will see those of the Glacière, will you not?"

At least, this is how it's translated in the version I'm working from (Hapgood) but there's some interesting meta over this line as in the original French it goes "Feuilly, n'est-ce pas? Vous verrez ceux de la Glacière" Note the use of vous and the strange way the question is phrased! Interesting meta on this here and here and here. There's also a really sweet fanfic about the two of them discussing it here

I know, I know, only point 5 and we've already got contentious translations and multiple meanings. What can you do!

6. Enjolras et ses lieutenants; Enjolras is thinking about his powder-train of friends scattered all over Paris and their strengths:

Feuilly’s cosmopolitan enthusiasm

(Original French: l'enthousiasme cosmopolite de Feuilly)

Enjolras admires Feuilly's internationalist politics so much he literally cites it as something he wants to draw upon to light the spark of revolution. A win for Enjolras/Feuilly nation. Also, some really really nice meta about the term 'cosmopolitan' and what it means in relation to Feuilly here.

7. Marius waking up the day of Lamarque's funeral and seeing:

Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Feuilly, and Combeferre standing in the room with their hats on and all ready to go out

Feuilly being present for the all important preparation the morning of the funeral- he's in the inner circle of the inner circle! I think we as a fandom need more triumvirate + Feuilly shenanigans, we really don't do enough with them!

Bonus link to what Feuilly might've worn in canon as this is the only quote that even slightly relates to it but I wanted to fit it in somehow.

8. At the start of the insurrection:

In the meantime, in the Marché Saint-Jean, where the post had already been disarmed, Gavroche had just “effected a junction” with a band led by Enjolras, Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Feuilly.

The riot breaks out and insurrection begins. Feuilly is named as one of the leaders, alongside the triumvirate.

9. Describing what weapons everyone has and one of the only things Feuilly says in the entire book:

Feuilly, with a naked sword in his hand, marched at their head shouting: “Long live Poland!”

If you don't have much to say, better make it count right? He was so iconic for this. Also, background behind the cry and why it would've been a rallying call to migrant communities rather than just a funny thing he decided to say here. Yes, he's in France trying to overthrow the French king but Feuilly's a smart guy; he knows that no one is free until we're all free. He has a sword and he practices international solidarity. Feuilly Les Misérables no one is doing it like you!!!!!!

10. On the way to build a barricade:

Behind Feuilly marched, or rather bounded, Bahorel, who was like a fish in water in a riot. 

Not much actually about Feuilly here, but some nice characterisation of Bahorel!

11. Lesgle looking out the window of the Corinthe and paying particular attention to:

Feuilly with his sword.

Just in case you missed it the first time, Feuilly has a SWORD.

(Really sweet fic about how Feuilly acquired his sword here. Read it, trust me, it's so good.)

12. Building the barricade:

Feuilly, with his fingers skilled in painting the delicate sticks of fans, had backed up the barrels and the dray with two massive heaps of blocks of rough stone. Blocks which were improvised like the rest and procured no one knows where.

So that's two more important pieces of lore: Feuilly has skilled fingers and magical barricade building skills. No wonder Enjolras has a crush!

13. Sweet moment on the barricade:

Enjolras, whom it was impossible to divert, kept an eye on the sentinels, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Jean Prouvaire, Feuilly, Bossuet, Joly, Bahorel, and some others, sought each other out and united as in the most peaceful days of their conversations in their student life... these fine young fellows, so close to a supreme hour, began to recite love verses.

Which is interesting because Feuilly was never a student! I couldn't find any posts that address this but if you know of them, send them my way! My guess is that Hugo is simply using 'student life' in the past tense as a way to remind us that they've left their previous roles behind and have now transformed into Heroes of the Dawn. Or something. Either way, it's a sweet moment they all share before the fighting begins in earnest.

14. Feuilly and his battalion on the barricade:

Six, commanded by Feuilly, had installed themselves, with their guns levelled at their shoulders, at the windows of the two stories of Corinthe.

Hugo tells us there were 50 insurgents total, 43 at the main barricade and Feuilly + his 6 in the windows. 6 men is a decent sized command! And they're stationed on the upper floors, so it'd make sense that they're the men best trained in shooting. Sharpshooter!Feuilly AU when? Also, lovely post about Feuilly and his six men here!

15. Night falls on the barricade. Enjolras tells everyone to sleep but no one listens:

Feuilly employed these two hours in engraving this inscription on the wall which faced the tavern:— LONG LIVE THE PEOPLES! These four words, hollowed out in the rough stone with a nail, could be still read on the wall in 1848."

This makes me so emotional and I'm not okay about it at all. + Hugo's possible inspiration for this scene.

And also I'm going to sneak in a link to the fic I wrote for this year's barricade day focused on this moment here.

16. Courfeyrac bantering with Feuilly:

“I am delighted that the torch has been extinguished,” said Courfeyrac to Feuilly. “That torch flickering in the wind annoyed me. It had the appearance of being afraid. The light of torches resembles the wisdom of cowards; it gives a bad light because it trembles.”

This is during the section where they wait for the city to rise with them. No dialogue from Feuilly here but he is at least present for this little interaction with Courfeyrac.

17 & 18. ENJOLRAS' BARRICADE SPEECH:

"Listen to me, you, Feuilly, valiant artisan, man of the people. I revere you. Yes, you clearly behold the future, yes, you are right. You had neither father nor mother, Feuilly; you adopted humanity for your mother and right for your father. You are about to die, that is to say to triumph, here."

NOW WE'RE TALKING!!!! Quote of all time for Enjolras/Feuilly shippers!! Enjolras giving his all important barricade speech ushering in a new world and he takes time out of all these metaphors of love and light to specifically shout out Feuilly and his glorious political worldview <3 Feuilly is right about the need to see beyond France, the need to encompass all of humanity in the scope of the fight for justice, and at that final moment before the end, Enjolras, our priest of the ideal, the logic of the revolution, literally tells him so. It's all so symbolic and Romantic and I could cry about it way longer than would be healthy.

Also worthy of note: in line with his praising of Feuilly's 'cosmopolitan enthusiasm' in point 5, this part comes directly after Enjolras is talking about the international struggle for justice- Feuilly's influence!!!

19 & 20. A moment of quiet on the barricade:

Combeferre, wearing an apron, was dressing the wounds: Bossuet and Feuilly were making cartridges with the powder-flask picked up by Gavroche on the dead corporal, and Bossuet said to Feuilly: “We are soon to take the diligence for another planet”

First Enjolras and now Bossuet: people are obsessed with telling Feuilly he's about to die soon. Also! Second instance of someone bantering with Feuilly and Feuilly having no recorded response.

21. Enjolras and Feuilly barricade logistics dream team:

"In less than a minute, two thirds of the stones which Enjolras had had piled up at the door of Corinthe had been carried up to the first floor and the attic, and before a second minute had elapsed, these stones, artistically set one upon the other, walled up the sash-window on the first floor and the windows in the roof to half their height. A few loop-holes carefully planned by Feuilly, the principal architect, allowed of the passage of the gun-barrels."

I just think there's so much to be said for how much of a key player Feuilly is in barricade construction. He and Enjolras carefully planning and executing contingency scenarios, doing it so efficiently and with so much thought... and all just to buy them a few minutes more time!

22 & 23. More stunning teamwork from the dream team:

"[Enjolras] issued his final orders in the tap-room in a curt, but profoundly tranquil tone; Feuilly listened and replied in the name of all. “On the first floor, hold your axes in readiness to cut the staircase. Have you them?” “Yes,” said Feuilly. “How many?” “Two axes and a pole-axe.” “That is good. There are now twenty-six combatants of us on foot. How many guns are there?” “Thirty-four.” “Eight too many. Keep those eight guns loaded like the rest and at hand. Swords and pistols in your belts. Twenty men to the barricade. Six ambushed in the attic windows, and at the window on the first floor to fire on the assailants through the loop-holes in the stones. Let not a single worker remain inactive here. Presently, when the drum beats the assault, let the twenty below stairs rush to the barricade. The first to arrive will have the best places.”

Feuilly's longest recorded conversation. Short, sweet, to the point. Also emphasises his leadership and the trust that Enjolras has in him. Both of them staying calm and collected even under the immense pressure of a final assault and their almost certain deaths. The logistics talk right before the end... reference to Feuilly's six men who have now moved to the attic windows... the conviction of it all.... Oh, Feuilly <3

24. A conversation just before the end:

“Can any one understand,” exclaimed Feuilly bitterly, “those men,—[and he cited names, well-known names, even celebrated names, some belonging to the old army]—who had promised to join us, and taken an oath to aid us, and who had pledged their honor to it, and who are our generals, and who abandon us!” And Combeferre restricted himself to replying with a grave smile. “There are people who observe the rules of honor as one observes the stars, from a great distance.”

Longest piece of Feuilly dialogue! I think it's so interesting that Feuilly is the one who shows anger at having been abandoned by prominent figures- and for an idea of who he might've been referring to, see posts here and here and here (and thank you @pilferingapples for those links!)

I also think it's very relevant that his anger is directed at those people specifically and not The People at large. There's no blame placed on other workers, no anger in him for any of his fellow men- he specifically and explicitly blames the failure on a handful of named figures who had the power and influence to secure a different outcome but didn't. It feels hugely important to have this section of dialogue here, right before they all die. Feuilly man of the peoples always <3

25. :(

Feuilly was killed

26. Our last Feuilly mention :( Just a reminder that Feuilly is dead and the barricade has fallen:

When there were no longer any of the leaders left alive, except Enjolras and Marius at the two extremities of the barricade, the centre, which had so long sustained Courfeyrac, Joly, Bossuet, Feuilly and Combeferre, gave way.

And that is EVERY SINGLE MENTION OF FEUILLY EVER. If you have more meta or context that you think I've missed, please feel free to add on to the post, or link to other posts discussing Feuilly! I've done my best with the tumblr search feature but as we all know, that is by no means a comprehensive search tool anymore. All English quotes are taken from Hapgood because it's the best available version for copy + pasting online.

Huge shoutout to the various people whose blogs were invaluable in the quest for Feuilly meta, whether still in the fandom or long since deactivated <3

And remember:

VIVENT LES PEUPLES!!!

[boiledkwamaegg]

I think it just clicked with me why when I first saw Faenil I thought they were really neat. they delve into the science aspect of Elder Scrolls which I feel like not a lot of OCs do unless they study Dwemer stuff or are House Telvanni. and I LOVE the slight sci-fi aspects Elder Scrolls has cuz if feels like no other fantasy series does that.

LONG ASS RAMBLE TIME!!! I'm putting most of it under a cut again. I'm gonna power through some other interesting asks today as well. But yes!!! I'm glad you sent this because I am so fascinated with the sci-fi themes in this series too! I guess when I started thinking about Faenil as a concept, I figured that a flesh mage should definitely know quite a lot about biology and medicine in order to properly work with their craft. But then I came across a problem - why would a society built around magic need a science-based doctor when there's alchemy and restoration magic?

I vaguely remember reading some story within one of the games (forgot which one it was) where someone gets sick and someone drives themselves mad trying to find a cure - so clearly there are limitations to restoration and alchemy when it comes to healing, but it's kind of left up for interpretation.

So here's where my own stupid headcanons come in. I mean, if a cure disease potion cures a contracted disease, kinda like an antibiotic, and restoration magic helps with closing wounds, then what do you do when there's something else wrong with your body? What if magic isn't always an available option? What do you do when someone has cancer, or even a benign tumor - what do you do when someone's appendix is about to burst - what do you do when someone has a heart condition - or diabetes - or failing organs... the list is endless, and I'm sure highly developed societies within fantasy settings have people who are specialized to figure these things out! And what's better than mixing magic with science?

I know in the games magic is pretty mechanical in the sense that most of it is only meant to aid you through combat, but the combat in the games is objectively pretty simple and boring, and I'm sure there are other unique ways to apply magic to the daily lives of people in Tamriel. What if you can use something like detect life (alteration) similarly to an x-ray? What if you can enchant medical instruments similarly to weapons and apparel? Could you create something like NSAIDs out of common alchemical ingredients? Can frost magic be used to freeze organs? Could you defibrillate someone's heart with dual shock magic? I have so many ideas. I'm especially obsessed with the notion that surgeries are so intricate that they might as well be considered magical rituals with the way poor preparation and the wrong tools will lead to a complete catastrophe. And obviously cleanliness and proper sterilization is vital to pretty much anything medical wise - but this is also a medieval fantasy land where medicine is still very experimental and understudied, so things will go wrong a lot! So, with that being said, I don't have to feel bad for not being a medical expert - I dropped out of medical school twice but at least I get to live my dreams through this fucked up and evil altmer OC haha

Thing with Faenil is that despite their absolute dogshit interpersonal skills giving a different impression, they ARE intelligent, not only because mages are a class built on intelligence, but because a doctor needs critical thinking skills; they need to be able to problem solve and they need to be highly analytical. So, while they are pretty inexperienced with the things they come across in Skyrim, they are constantly taking notes in their little journal and figuring out the easy way around taking down some new type of enemy or solving some weird dungeon puzzle. For example, I don't think Faenil has ever seen dwemer contraptions before, but they have definitely studied the dwemer from books and applied some of their mechanics to prosthetic limbs, so it's gonna be fun to explore how they will tackle something like a dwarven centurion considering they will most likely try to analyze its design to find out how to turn it off and then come up with a strategy to get to it. And, of course, they will realize eventually that teamwork is essential, just like it was with their work back in Alinor, and it will hopefully be pretty satisfying when Faenil gets an idea and everything falls into place just right every once in a while.

All this to say, Faenil is also one of those annoying "get destroyed by facts and logic" type people LMAO they will literally taunt a god in their face, get struck by lightning, and say it proves nothing.

[bonyfish]

Please tell me about your open source writing setup, I only really have google docs that I can use between devices but if the doc gets too long it refuses to load on my phone, and the syncing can be absolute ass. Thanks and may your Great Work continue to grow ever longer

Thank you for asking because I love talking about this!

My setup is mostly based around Obsidian, which is an open source writing and knowledge-base app. It stores your documents locally as plain text with Markdown formatting, meaning that you can access and read/modify them even without the program. Obsidian itself just gives you an interface and, optionally, a ton of community plugins. (There's one called Longform which is really helpful for, well, longform writing.) It's a really lightweight application too, so even with all my plugins it opens really fast, even on my beleaguered 2017 Surface Pro. Obsidian is available for Windows, Mac, Linux, Android, and iOS.

You may or may not be familiar with Markdown but if you've used Discord, you've likely used it. It's what parses asterisks on either side of a word, like *this*, as italics. It's easy to pick up, but also, there are plugins that just add formatting functionality directly, like typical word processor's have. Also the usual ctrl+I and ctrl+B shortcuts work.

Obsidian offers an optional subscription service that syncs your files, but what I use is Syncthing (and SyncTrayzor on Windows), another free and open source program. It syncs your files continuously in the background and it's cross-platform as well. (There's no native iOS app but apparently there's an app called Möbius Sync that uses the Syncthing protocol? I know nothing about it so I can't recommend it from experience but that's something to look into if you need it.) I use Syncthing to back up my art folders as well and really like it.

With all this I can work on my little stories on any device that I have Obsidian and Syncthing installed on, even if, for instance, my internet and power have unexpectedly gone out, because it's all stored locally as text files!

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital drawing of riz gukgak from fantasy high. in the front is a relatively small drawing of riz juggling books that are falling out of his hand and a phonecall, and he has a huge backpack on. he looks a bit overwhelmed, hair flying in all directions, and has a nervous smile on. in the background is a large shadow of riz, only one glowing eye and a shining gun visible. the background is red, giving an eerie feel. End ID]

Kill your best friend

Cheat your way to your rogue teacher

Announce your presidential campaign

Don't let them know how angry you are

LEARN TO RECOGNIZE A MONSTER

[hychlorions]

TSUM PATTERN!!!

retested it after digitizing to make sure all the seams are in order, and everything's looking fine imo :3 here's a tsum made with this pattern with susato tsum for comparison:

here's the pattern, formatted for A4 size paper :>> guides are for lining the pieces up + ears/limbs placement

if you wanted to be really accurate with printing out the pattern: in my experience, setting the custom scale to 100% in the page setup will get the ruler on the page to be 1:1 with a real life ruler

additionally: if you want the tsum to be as close as possible to official ones, they use non-stretchy fabrics for the underside part of the tsum. i only have minky but ironing on some lightweight fusible before sewing the pieces together made it non-stretchy ^^

it looks to me like they used a very thin faux suede with fusible interfacing for some structure (i could be wrong though as 1) i am not an expert in identifying fabrics and 2) i only took apart klavier tsum and no one else. but everyone else that i own seems to use the same fabric for the underside).

they also have a little bag of filler beads inside that weigh around 14.5g (bag they were in included), and the stuffing was ~8g if you wanna be REALLY accurate. anyway. enjoy!

EDIT: forgot to add that the collar pieces are more of a size/sewing guide so they'd fit onto the tsum in case your character has any clothing with lapels/collars and are meant to be changed according to your design! the smaller piece is the little piece between the face and the underside while the bigger piece is for the "lapels" (so in retrospect i should've named it that but whatever.) here's how they'd look like on the tsums for reference in case i'm not explaining well LOL

[fluentisonus]

wait can I just complain for a second bc this is kind of pissing me off a little but the only available editions you can find online of jj grandville's les metamorphoses du jour (1829) are 1850s and 1860s editions, which afaict are Not the original lithographs but rather engraving reproductions of them (which is touched on briefly here). which I had assumed just meant it would be a slightly different quality or have other slight differences, which would only be mildly frustrating to me except for the fact that I've been comparing the versions in this 1854 edition of the book on gallica with what (as far as I know) are original lithograph prints here in the british museum collections because some of the ones in the gallica edition were striking me as like Noticably not 1820s-30s in vibe and. they seem to have been straight up 'modernizing' the clothing in these 1850s reproductions??

(first version (1829) vs later version (1854))

hi hello what happened to the entire shape of her dress & sleeves??? and to his fall front & trouser straps??

(first version / later version)

this is literally a different dress?

😐.

this wouldn't annoy me so much (and in fact I would actually enjoy comparing & find it really interesting) except for the fact that as far as I've been able to tell there's no place (online at least) where you can see all of the original illustrations -- the british museum only has a few, & same with other places -- so some/most of these images seem to only exist (digitally I mean) in their 'updated' 1850s versions. and in fact some sites list the later version as being the the 1829 versions! I just want to see 1829 clothing is that too much to ask

[liriostigre]

those posts and memes and videos of people saying they buy and buy books but they never read them (you know those that are like "me buying a new book: 😃, the 50 unread on my shelf looking at me: 👁️👁️. or those 100+ physical tbr booktube videos. or some bullshit like that) piss me off so much because i WISH i could afford books—the books i want to read! i read everything on my phone and all of them illegally downloaded. and no, i can't borrow books from the public library because i live at the end of the world in a small forgotten town with no local public library. i'm messing up my sight with so much screen time because i love reading while those consumerist fools can't even fathom what it's like to value things!