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ryuichirou · 7 months

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Today’s replies! Mostly related to some of the previously posted comics and drawings.

But starting with an ask that isn’t related to our stuff!

Anonymous asked:

Ryuichi, did you see Azul's new birthday card, Platinum Jacket?!

Yes! He looks great, especially the Groovy card qwq

To be honest, this year’s birthday set/theme isn’t the most exciting (I just really loved the broomquets), but Azul’s card is very good.

Anonymous asked:

"To the VDC group,

let me welcome you once more into the halls of our dorm. With your combined efforts and talents you will surely make our college shine at the VDC, and here at Ramshackle we're glad to be able to help you in any way we can. I must however bring to your attention some unseemly behaviour that... sorry, I can't keep this up anymore, so let's get to the point: please stop treating the dorm like some cheap themed love hotel.

I understand you all have your reasons, whether it's because you get frustrated thinking about your rival and need an outlet, or because you think sex will help you fix your broken marriage, or simply because you're too much of a wimp to say no to Ace. I get that, but I can only tell Grim that this racket is the ghosts' fault so many times, and I really am not ready to give him the Talk... So please, have mercy...

The Prefect"

Do you think something like this might have happened?

(this ask and the next one are related to this comic)

LOL ANON this is exactly what would’ve happened, the only difference is that Vil is abstaining from sex until the whole thing is over, and if he can’t have sex, no one can. So Yuu shouldn’t even worry about confronting everyone about this, because Vil is going to do it for them lol Ace and Deuce specifically will get scolded for disrespecting the Prefect’s hospitality and acting so indecently.

Poor Deuce… he really can’t say no to Ace and now he’s getting scolded too 😔 So embarrassing.

Anonymous asked:

epel has to seduce the competition then

Let’s hope he absorbs all the unresolved sexual tension of his bandmates like a sponge and marinates in it until the day he sees Neige… wait, that wouldn’t work, it’ll just make Epel horny lol

Anonymous asked:

Your deuce look like a beautiful butch lesbian in that skirt and i love this so much. You're the only one who can get me to love how he looks fr fr

(this ask is related to this drawing)

Butch lesbian omg…

Aw come on Anon, it’s just Deuce being his adorable self, I can’t take credit for that~ He’s always cute!

Anonymous asked:

Idia in a short little skirt. Lilia probities him into it. Lilia will probably also randomly flip it up much to Idia’s horror.

If Lilia sees a skirt on a cute boy, he flips it. This is the rule. It’s his instinct, his nature, his philosophy.

Stay strong, Idia… His long-ass legs would look so nice if he wore a skirt. He really should. And then instantly get attacked by this pervy grandpa lol

Anonymous asked:

Have you and katsu ever heard of the new show "Hazbin Hotel"? it's basically without spoiling anything a Musical Black comedy drama show that plays in Hell, and it has its dark moments. I figured you two might like it, so i would definitely recommend it.

We have heard of it! It’s pretty impossible to avoid right now lol, especially with all the jp artists suddenly getting into it and drawing a lot of amazing fanart. It’s very amusing to look at…

Thank you for recommending it to us, Anon! We’re not planning to watch it for now and aren’t really sure that it would click with us (if that makes sense), but we do like black comedy a lot + I’m glad the themes of the show made you think of us!

#replies

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worstvideogamesong-poll · 8 months

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Worst Video Game Song Tournament - Round 3 Match 3

The Yoshi Clan - Yoshi's New Island

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VERSUS

Mansion Basement - Resident Evil Director's Cut

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FIGHT!

I would recommend listening to as much as you can of each song before voting, but how you choose is up to you! Remember to be civil in the tags and replies!

Propaganda under cut:

The Yoshi Clan:

"the ass band will play a song of farts to celebrate your failure"

"#FUCK YOU YOSHI"

"#yoshi sounds like suck"

"#YOOOOOOOOSHI CLAAAAN!!!!!!!! #ok im gonna complete my santa review before getting to my ten page essay on why i love yoshi clan. yea that shit bad #i accidentally started it playing in two tabs at different points of the video which was honestly really fun. i recommend tryin that esp wi #bad songs really adds smthn to the exprience. it was awesoeme #it also just sounds the exact type of awful that that video image implies which is cool. its so perfect. it sounds ass #but. what it can not beat. is my favorite of all time. my darling love. it is time to begin my sermon #ok so yoshi clan is just so beautifully terrible. and truly the whole soundtrack is an orchestra of bad design. and its so fun to look at #that really nice professional looking art for the game and get BLASTED with kazoo #and like. i understand the thought process. kazoo does seem silly goofy yoshi. and it also sounds like a chorus of pain #now this song specifically has some really great awkward pauses. at 0:16 theres like a full 3 seconds of silence. which is SO cool #then the hot cross bun bit that ends at 0:27 gets so sad and deflated at the end of it. like it starts off in time but then clearly the #soloist got kinda embarrassed alone and so rushed and got really quiet. and its just so sad and lonely. its so cool #also some of these pauses have a couple lone far away kazoo squeaks for no reason before the 'melody' comes back in? awesome #but what i really really love about this. what really draws my eye. is the ending. because we go through this entire rigamarole with the #worst secondhand embarrassment of my life. then. 0:43. the kazoos move out. and in. the most genuinely awesome groovy drum beat in the worl #like its SO good. and those last few seconds are like you're in a different world. like you just survived horrors and you are brought to an #angelic chorus. and it lasts what 5 seconds? 5 seconds of beauty after a full 40 seconds of purgatory. in what world do horrors live foreve #while an angel can last for only a flash #its cruelty. its injustice. its completely ingenious. incredible music making. i am in such awe. #anyways thats my manifesto. please feel free to put any of this in the propaganda section op. im passioante"

Mansion Basement:

"this song fucking sucks. i love it."

"[Mansion Basement] is literally what letting my cat walk over my keyboard set on some particularly bad trumpet sample feels like. Spectacular"

"#This is so funny #Who made mansion basement?? #It's so sad!! #And pathetic!!"

"#whaat the fuuuck is up with [Mansion Basement]"

"#like NOTHING can compare to mansion basement #what the FUCK"

"#the mansion basement made me cry #ithink i know who the winner here is #🎺🔥🔥🎺🔥🎺🔥🎺🔥🎺🔥🎺🔥"

"#[Mansion Basement] THO HEEEELP.??? BABY ON FL STUDIO TRYING TO PLAY MARIO UNDERGROUND THEME...."

"#resident evil is a joke song for clowns"

"#I'M NOT LISTENING TO THE OTHER ONE I KNOW FOR A FACT IT'S MANSION BASEMENT #THE STORY BEHIND IT IS WILD TOO SO THAT'S AN AUTOMATIC WIN BABBBEEEYYY" (pollrunner's note if anyone knows what the story is please tell me i am dying to hear about it)

"#i saw the title of this post and literally IMMEDIATELY thought of mansion basement #felt emotionally validated when i saw it was an option #i love that song #in the worst way #like a drunk zombie looking for its keys in an orchestra"

"#im fucking obsessed with mansion basement. sweep"

"#what the hell that is not a real resident evil song #did they really just make that and put it in the game #what"

"#I ACTUALLY LIKE THE BASEMENT SONG because it perfectly captions how like- #the sneaky suspicion of getting diharrea feels"

"#fart basement ofc"

"#Mansion basement is objectively the funniest song ever"

Feel free to add more propaganda in the tags and replies, or send it to me in the ask box and I'll try to share it as soon as I can!

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blogofloathing · 8 months

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A loud, cheesy anthem plays as an awful stylilized OCWE appears on a black and white TV screen

"Good belated myorning folks, I am your esteemed host! Gillian Barlows Jr! And you are watching the Ocean City Watcher Éire! Hyere to bring you the latest scyoop on the people of our great city! who are they? Why are they? When are they? How do they peel their y'apples? Let's find out nyow!"

A new fangled transition effect plays as Gillian gives an overly exaggerated shocked expression.

Approaching our first interviewee, Gygan Clarks of the Ocean City Watchful Eye, but it seems he isn't particularly excited to see us haha, wonder why.

Our trusty boom man sticks the mic in his face, at which Gygan looks visibly annoyed, sheesh you'd think we killed this guys business or something.

"What do you want Gillian" he spat, frankly I'm offended he would be so rude to a reporter!

My cameraman delivers the question after a discreet go ahead sign waved in his direction

"Look unless you think apples can make coffee taste better I'm not interested," Gygan hisses, and after a short pause mutters "with a pocket knife"

And indeed if the bulge in his pocket isn't due to seeing me, he carries said weapon on him.

Let's move on from this wannabe newsman before he gets violent! You know how those types are.

Grumbling to himself, something about "fuckin' trend hopping fast news pieces of-" haha anyway!

An apple shaped transition plays, and due to formatting issues doesn't properly disappear

•••

Our next guest went up to us herself upon hearing there was a survey, so give it up for.. Simone Chekhov! Of the S.I.T Robotics department—

Somehow interrupting this audio added in post, the girl fires up a seemingly long held rant.

"Well actually it's Robotechtronics there's a very subtle but important difference in the two fields but anyway I made a machine that peels them so precisely the skin dissolves in contact with the air due to being sliced at such a thin micromascopic level that their mololcules are-" a thin homeless girl sticks a thumbs up wildly behind Simone.

The video is suddenly stopped here due to space, a cartoonish image of sad Gillian giving a thumbs down is shown onscreen for a few seconds.

•••

we're sorry to cut this short but our camera ran plumb out of juice trying to record it all haha!

Though this did little to falter her one sided rant, even as we turned our attention away from her

Moving onto the aforementioned hobo (it's good to get a perspective from the less than fortunate.)

"OOO OOO you're gonna ask me a question! Give it here!" She jumps excitedly, the words slamming into our crew much in the same way she physically rammed into my mic man in her overzealousness

The dusty girl, who we made sure didn't touch any of our equipment, had been chittering something inane at Simone when we asked, somehow able to properly talk between each other rather than over.

"I dunno I just chomp em, see?" taking a playful bite out of her sour face, leaving a toothy mark.

... the sounds of crickets chirping has been added

"Agh! Victoria!" She expleted, wiping her face off with her sleeve, "that's gross- you're gross!"

Though Victoria didn't seem too bothered, a sly little grin making its home on her spotted face.

"Hey don't pretend ya didn't like it" she slithered, at which Simone gave her a rather hard smack on the head "and there's more where that came from!" The bespectacled girl tittered haughtily.

A tinny and muffled laugh track plays, as Gillian audibly clicks a tape recorder to start and stop

•••

Moving on from those, shall we say interesting, characters, our boom operator caught wind of some music playing a few blocks down.

And we followed the groovy tunes to their source, coming upon quite the cello fellow!

Who is contentedly playing his instrument, my team having to remind him of the question, "oh I just slice em up with my trusty pocketknife!" Holding it up for a second before going back to ringing out the tunes.

Looks to be the same kinda knife as that.. eh I forgot his name already.

I say someone should definitely toss that guy a quarter, not me though.

Really if he can afford a cello is he actually that poor I mean cmon- ah, I've been instructed by my cameraman to stop here.

A bubble and wave crashing sound effect plays too loudly, with a chintzy fade to black transition

•••

Taking a dip per sé, we find.. someone else to ask.

Attempting to avoid being seen, the oddly slimy fellow is hiding against a wall, but seeing as his clothes aren't the exact shade and texture of bricks, "I, I don't know what an apple is? please leave me alone.." he croaks out in a froggy tone.

"Would you like to try one?" My boom operator chipperly inquires, at which the still unnamed weirdo looks even more terrified of us than before

"N-no I'm good really I.." it trailed off, guess they make hobos different these days, I can't get a read on what this guy might be on the street to beg for.

"Cmon I'll get ya a fresh one" he says again, taking a step closer to it, making the thing jump loudly.

Before running away from my team in a lurch, leaving weird wet slappy footprints in his wake.

Well that was certainly productive, why don't we heed this guys words and move on to another!

A hexagon transition with a splat sound effect, it doesn't even fully segue, cutting halfway through

•••

At the urging of my team, we reluctantly almer over to a goblin for questioning, she seemed to be dancing animatedly.. or maybe boxing with the air?

"Hi! Yes yes Hello! To apples slicing? No no, Gabby is practicing see?" It said, nearly assaulting one of my cameramen, "Gabby is champion of the box!"

a goofy swirl sound effect and then a laugh track

We don't speak creature so I have no idea what any of that meant, I'd say we get out of here before that thing gets aggressive, I've heard the stories of these kinds of monsters being dangerous!

They're lucky they don't have rights or else we'd totally sue them for emotional damages.

a spooky transition effect plays, bats flying across the screen and a very poorly done witches laugh

•••

As we were making our way back to the studio, my mic man caught eye of some kinda hobo living in the alley, I insisted we don't interview something like that but who listens to me around here?

Walking up to her, I'm already less than enthused about her appearance, something in her eyes wasn't like it should be, they seemed to stare directly inside of us unlike anything.

"Hello ma'am how would you say you peel-" my other cameraman began, being cut off by her wheezily trilling poem, "peel? Peeling, skin peeling wallpaper off the wall, apples falling trees cutting"

I.. wow! Okay! That is not at all what any of us were expecting, all our hairs stood violently on end.

Like looking into the den of a wounded predator about to make a strike, protecting its wounds.

She stepped closer to us, gazing through us, it felt as though she saw more than just my skin.

"Apples and oranges" it felt as though she wasn't even talking to us, despite facing our direction.

No one bothered putting a transition effect here, the camera simply cuts right to the next scene

•••

aaaaand one last questioneer today folks! As we were wrapping up and dutifully wiping down and sanitizing our stuff to get all the filth off them, a distracted old guy bumped into us, and sooooo!

"Oh! Eh uh, I mostly just eat cheese" the weirdo said emphatically before forcing us to look at a horrible mass of aged milk madness, before reassuring us that "it's Käse Brezel! The finest in the city! If ya see me come and buy so-" yeah no

Sorry sir I don't even know what language you just spoke there but I can tell it ain't somethin I'm gonna be eating, especially from someone like you

Though my crew seems oddly interested in it, I'll have to show them what real food is like I guess,

gives me an excuse to hang out with those mooks.

anywho, our final stop of the day was a nice little cheese pretzel shop, the finest in the city!

An equally loud and somehow even cheesier little outro theme plays as we fade back onto Gillian

"Well thyank you all for tyuning in this fine after nyoon, we hope we could answer all of your deep byurning questions! As always I am your esteemed host; Gillian Barlows Jr! And you have been watching the Ocean City Watcher Éire, where we catch up the scyoop and throw it to your hyoop! See y'all nyext week with our next Q: how good is the government doing right now? ( A: pyerfect!)"

#original character #original writing #shadows over loathing #west of loathing #wol #writing #oc character #sol #writers on tumblr #creative writing

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kuliak · 1 year

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I'll be honest, this one is a banger - from concept to execution. Demo of the track below as well.

My intention coming into this patch was to revisit a patch concept I made when I had just gotten Cold Mac and was using it as a crossfader/VC panner to distribute audio back and forth between ears. One of the shortcomings of that experiment was that I didn't have any "real" LFOs, so I had Mac tuned negative and the function from Pam was asymmetrically driving it - not awful, but not exactly what I wanted.

I'll be honest, I still don't have any dedicated LFO's - just Peaks, which I always use for Envelopes, and normal old oscillators. Thankfully, though, both of my oscillators have LFO range switches, so I got a bit funky. Rather than using Pam as a clock, I'm using Banshee Reach in LFO range, with the pulse output going into Bloom which is sequencing and acting as a clock multiplier to bring everything up to a more groovy tempo.

The sine out from BR goes into Mac's survey input. Ts-L's wavefold goes through Sinc Bucina and then Mac's "left" input, and the +/- outs go into Data Bender, on which bend and break are toggled and repeats is played by hand throughout the patch to bring some excitement to the lead pluck. Wavefold is modulated by an envelope from Peaks on the same trigger as the Kick (which I'll get to later) to further integrate the rhythm.

Ts-L's PWM output goes first through Ikarie, receiving the same LFO as Mac for stereo panning, and a long envelope from Peaks on the base/unmultiplied beat to sweep the cutoff. This goes into Melotus Versio for the background texture - it's also receiving the multiplied clock and an attenuated LFO from BR to keep the movement and structure consistent.

The rhythmic structure is where this patch really gets interesting. The multiplied clock from Bloom goes into Zularic Repetitor, on which I found three complimentary patterns to structure the piece around (Gahu, Clave, and Rhumba). Mother goes into Akemie's Taiko, tuned to be like a snare with noise going into R2 and Ratio for variation. Child 1 triggers a sample and hold modulating Ts-L's wavefold. Child 2 is used to trigger SB for the main voice. However, since it is velocity/level sensitive (which I just learned), I'm running it through an attenuator first so I can control how hard the LPG is struck in different parts of the song (this is how I get the long-release, loud hits in the B section and outro, without having it blend into one long tone in the main section. Finally, Child 3 triggers the aforementioned envelope modulating wavefold, as well as the kick from ABD.

Finally, the odd part out, the hat rolls. I'm using channel 2 of Tyso-Daiko with high wavefolding and a short release to create the hats. A retrigger chokes the previous notes, so it makes each ratcheted trigger sound like its own, one-part sound. But what's triggering it? D-gate out from Telharmonic, with degree sequenced by Bloom. Earlier in the night, I'd been making the patch with tH as the main voice, but it just didn't sit right with me. The hat pattern is perfect though, so weirdly enough here I'm only using this amazing paraphonic module as a trigger sequencer - but I guess that's the joy of modular: you can do that!

That right there is the beta-version. You'll notice the sequence has a bit of polymeter going on - that's from the other Bloom channel into degree! Sadly, I filled all the timbral inputs of Ts-L or I'd have loved to carry that over, and I don't have space to rack Quantus Pax to transpose the sequence. I'll have my bigger case set up in just about a month, though, and I'm looking forward to even more elaborate sequences once I've got everything in once place like that!

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bl00dw1tch · 2 years

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I really need a name for this au. Anyway i nailed down their color schemes (flats and some character design-y thoughts notes below)

Aw man im really about to go in on this here, ok--ill stick to just design stuff and a bit of Their Deal^tm for now! ill explain the au in full some other day, with a more polished drawing.

Alright so. I am still doing research, its ongoing, but i think ive decided that, in this au, their relationship is something more akin to... in a past life they were the same, but for spiritual development reasons, the qi that made That person split, and went on to reincarnate as Them--narratively this is going to make them function like. Just normal Foils lmao--just with an added umph of it being somewhat literal for them, in the scope of their world, if that makes sense! I dont want to put myself in the box of calling them brothers, bc it just irritates me, but they are Not going to be romantically involved in this au either--SWK has enough trouble in his weirdly uneventful but still tumultuous love life as it is (👀 at Erlang and ZBJ), im not going to torment him by adding his evil clone to that list LMAO. Also LEMH aromantic as hell bc i said so.

Also their both trans thats very super important. Trans monkeys forever obviously

Anyway, So theyre still sort of "the same person", yet not, as they had still Never properly met (until Liu'er chapter)--their both incredibly similar and incredibly different, due to the imbalance of the energies within them and the actions they took for the majority of their lives. SWK is the yang, extroverted and bold and destructive and take-no-shit, while LEMH is the yin, (at least in this story) by being reclusive and a bit of a pushover for the longest time--the, erm.... Outburst, being the result of built up resentment and imbalance within himself spurning him to overcompensate for what he was lacking. It's kind of complicated and intricate and i like it that way if describing it is kind of rough Pfft--but anyway!

Point is, i wanted ALLLL that to be reflected in their designs by giving them plenty of Contrasting but Complimentary, and even sometimes juxtaposed details! The incorrect yin yang belt buckles/brooches are the most obvious one i think, next to the general warm vs. cold color palettes--then there's Liu'er being shirtless and with shorter hair, just to bring a sense of masculinity into his appearance, counterbalancing the fact that he's otherwise very feminine and in line with his Yin nature. Id say i made SWK's hair longer for the same kind of reason, but given that long hair isnt seen as inherently feminine, mileage can vary on that--if one reads it that way then yay, fun detail, and if not, then you still get to be looking as a SWK with long hair, and thats always a win in and of itself.

The red parts of their face are also matching--SWK's making up the over eye and LEMH's the under eye, to visually indicate the "this is the same person split in two" dealio. I also tried to make SWK appear a bit more Rounded and Soft, curving his cheek tuffs and little beard In a bit more (belying a gentler nature and other. Yknow, Round thoughts underneath his theatricality (contrasting with his yang-ish behavior), while LEMH's is sharp and feathered out (bringing to mind hostility and action and other Sharp thoughts, equally in contrast with his usually yin-ish nature).

They were initially going to both have the fillets on their heads, for reasons Like the ones above, but without a shirt Liu'er torso was feeling empty and i felt like he needed something to break up the grey of his fur--so, necklace. Hes bouta get choked tf out dont worry about it ❤

Uhhh thats all i can think of writing down right now, feel free to let me know if any of it is kind of Eh, constructive criticism and all that--if you saw any typos no you didnt, thank you for coming to my ted talk and have a groovy day

#jttw au #sun wukong #xiyouji #liu er mihou #six eared macaque #jackart #horse.txt #god what am i going to call this au. fuck

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artern · 9 months

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like a treasure chest.

“I did not expect for you to start with metal.”

my friend told me, surprised but also unsurprised at the same time. as if she knew that i was going to make a metal piece, but not at the get go.

both of us have the flashback of when i was using the mallet on the metal piece, for the creases, and dents, the curves and the texture. she called it using your anger as the drive. little did she know that it was the motivation, the narrative replaying in my head instead of anger, but smashing (firm yet gentle) adds a soothing effect to the process somehow.

then she added: “I thought you might start with painting, you know like, painting delicate flowers,” and i grinned, because I love a challenge.

here’s another one: i wore a yellow, floral bandana on my head to school one day. and my french teacher found it intriguing, but she liked the look on me. she saw me as a tomboy in class, that she did not expect a feminine expression of accessory on me.

while these anecdotes have got my eyes widening slightly, it softens because it is nice to challenge the impressions people have collected of you. like an opening of a treasure chest. being in awe at the glimpses of the explosions of ideas and looks we be pulling off, surprising people along the way.

and yet, sometimes i can’t help but fold into the impressions they have had of me. like the time my friend thought i’d start with painting, i almost started imagining painting something, so i could fit into that impression. same goes for the tomboy expressions i carry up my sleeve.

folding into the impressions people have already collected, carved and molded around my name is safe. but it does not always make me groove. it starts to turn into an obligation, that you would be better of obliging towards, sometimes for the sake of fitting in.

that could also be my people pleasing antics.

alternatively, there is something radiant about expanding someones box of you. this can be in the way of proving someone wrong, or feeling enthused about a discovery you have just made about yourself and no one knows about it yet. this could be breaking away from people pleasing, and embracing your colors because you have got stories to say and so what if they challenge the impressions people have had of you.

the best part is you get to give yourself a pat on the back, for not only challenging someone’s perception of you, but you got to executing what it is you have been wanting to do for so long.

a win, win. in my opinion.

stay safe, stay hydrated and don’t forget to stay groovy darlings!

~ suhoo :D

#art #student #writers #tumblarians #on making art #metalpieces #metal #treasure #ateez #impressions #music #blogpost #Spotify

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theclaravoyant · 1 year

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AN ~ sixties wiiiiives! fluffcomfort inspired by Neil Himself (of course), as well as all the AMAZING art in this fandom, and a little bit inspired by the Recharging scene in Heartstopper <3 just a bit of fem-presenting aziraphale and crowley. she/her crowley and he/him aziraphale

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Crowley hums along to the cheerful little ditty on the radio. It’s an era that feels like dancing and cocktails and bowling and party. More mischief and chaos is being caused in the name of the underdogs in the streets around them than ever before, and she feels like celebrating. Demons don’t dance. But maybe a redhead in gogo-boots and the biggest earrings she could find, does.

“Done with the mirror, Angel?” Crowley tosses her hair over her shoulder to look. Aziraphale is still standing in front of it, in only underwear and a white button-up, and not at all as boppy as he’d been when he suggested this little outing.

He is trying something a little different with his chest, too. But he doesn’t seem all that pleased about it.

Crowley frowns. “If you don’t like them,” she reminds him, “just change back.”

“It’s not that,” Aziraphale says. “It’s…”

Before Crowley can guess it’s about how awful braziers are next, Aziraphale gestures at the bed, which is scattered with all manner of Aziraphale-themed outfits. They’re mostly cream and white and blue, a little more tame than Crowley’s more psychedelic pallet, but that’s all the more fitting. Crowley’s face lights up and she pulls tartan pinafore from the heap.

“Hey now. This one is cute!”

“No,” Aziraphale insists.

“Okay…” Scanning the pile again, Crowley alights upon a beige circle skirt that reaches just below the knees. Far too tame for her. Much more Aziraphale. But she likes the way it moves as she sways with it held up against her body.

“Alright, this one then,” she declares. “It’s simple. Classic.”

“ No, Crowley.” There’s a whine to it this time. “It pinches me round the stomach. It’s just not for me. I don’t like these clothes. I like my waistcoat.”

“Then why not wear that?”

Aziraphale scoffs. “Don’t be silly.”

“Why not?” Crowley prods. She takes it from where it’s been folded neatly over the back of the desk chair, and shakes it out. “It’s vintage. Groovy.”

Aziraphale still looks uncertain about the choice, but even so, something settles inside him when Crowley brings the waistcoat over, helps him do it up, and adjusts it until it sits better on his new body.

“See?”

He can’t help but smile.

“Okay. Yes, this is good,”

“I did have one or two tweaks in mind,” Crowley ventures. “Not to the coat, don’t worry. Just a little… zhuzh. To the hair.”

“The hair?” Aziraphale pats his lamblike curls. He hasn’t tried a new look with that for some time either. Once he finds a barber he likes he tends to stick with it. But tonight he is trying new things, and he trusts Crowley with his life. Sometimes literally. So here goes. “O-Ok.”

Crowley smiles, toothier than usual. She bites her tongue, and draws her hands through the air around Aziraphale’s hair. As promised, it’s only a tweak; just a little extension of the curls, to frame his new, more feminine face in a new, more feminine way. In the fashion of the day, and inspired by Aziraphale’s own selections discarded on the empty bed, she miracles up a tartan headband and slides that in too.

“Earrings?” she suggests. “Please.”

She hasn’t let him wrong so far, and opens her hand to a pair of simple pearl spheres.

“Classic,” Aziraphale remarks, turning back to the mirror to admire himself in full. He smiles, and Crowley hums to herself, pleased with her work. She slides her arms around Aziraphale’s waist, presses a kiss just under one of those earrings, and then leaves her chin there a moment, in the crook of his neck.

“What are you doing?” Aziraphale wonders.

“Mm. Nothing.”

Aziraphale’s hands linger over Crowley’s where they rest at his waist. He wonders if he might suggest they do nothing for a little while longer. But the song on the radio changes, and Crowley coughs and snatches up her sunglasses - snazzy, bizarrely-shaped numbers she’s fallen in love with this era. She pulls him toward the door and, affecting a thick accent, declares gleefully;

“Come on, then. Let’s blow this popsicle stand!”

#ineffable spouses #crowley x aziraphale #good omens #gomens fic #ineffable husbands #clara's fic tag

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snek-disappearedagain · 2 years

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To the people stuck on Jamil’s OB battle

I’ve been there, and I’m here to offer my assistance. It took me many many tries, and I want that to not happen to anyone else (it’s pure suffering)

Good and Bad Elements/Spells:

Good: Flora and Water! His main attacks are Fire and Water, so Flora and Water will work best! You might end up accidentally using Flora on a fire spell, but to prevent that I would look to see what the chances are of it being Water or Fire. Usually you can guess pretty well, although on his 3rd attack, second spell, I wouldn’t risk it. For that, just go with water

Bad: Fire! Fire is only good against Flora, but because there’s also Water spells (more often than Flora in my case) then there’s a high chance you’ll end up taking more damage.

Good Cards:

• SSR Dorm Leona (Double Flora)

• SSR Dorm Trey (Flora, Water. Water spell heals)

• SSR Birthday Jamil (ik) (Flora, Water)

• SR Ceremonial Robes Jamil (ik again) (Flora, Water)

• SSR Jasmine Silk Jamil (IKK) (Double Water)

• SR Labwear Epel (Neutral, Water)

• Almost any card with Double Water, Double Flora, or Flora and Water will work (SR and SSR, I wouldn’t use any R cards)

General Tips

Having a healer on your team is a big advantage, as Jamil has a lot of hp and does a lot of damage. Cards with high hp also do wonders, but having a healer is always nice incase you make a mistake.

I know I didn’t have Duo Magic at the time of fighting Jamil, but if you have Duo Magic definitely use it (on good cards ofc)

Level your characters spells!! I know this sounds like basic knowledge to some, but I was awful at leveling my spells. It may take a lot of EP/LP (and maybe some waiting for Daily Lessons) but it’s completely worth it.

Groovy your cards! Not only does the card get a new look, but it boosts the card’s stats as well. This may also take some waiting on daily lessons, but it’s also worth it!

And most importantly, don’t give up!! Try finding a motivation to beat him, whether it be seeing his backstory, finishing the story, or beating him up because you dislike him and fighting him brings you joy, anything works!

If you don’t have many good cards or are looking for a good card to pick as support, feel free to ask for my friend code! My support card is SSR Birthday Boy Jamil, Level 74, Flora spell level 6 and Water spell level 5! He has duo magic with Riddle ^^

Good Luck!! I believe in you :D

#tagging all characters mentioned #jamil viper #twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #trey clover #leona kingscholar #epel felmier #twst tips #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland

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viilpstick · 7 months

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Some of Amalia's voice line (like I said I changed her name)

“Welcome to Ramshackle, I would say for you to feel like you are at home… But neither do I feel like it.”

“Call me Maia, that’s what my friends back home called me. If I had any.”

“Ace and Deuce remind me of some people I knew back home.”

“I hate the thought people see me as a damsel in distress only because I am magicless. Sure, I am a damsel. I am in distress. Nothing I can’t handle, thank you very much.”

“Why is it so hard to deal with the boys of this school? Well, I guess… This is how boys are.”

“Aw, thanks cutie. But, I'm a big tough girl. I tie my own shoes laces and everything.”

“Look, I am trying, I am giving it my best shot...”

[After Groovy] “At least out loud, I won’t say I kinda like it here.”

GROOVY: “Thanks for everything. It's been a real slice.”

-Faith ₍ >ヮ< ₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO ANSWER FAITH :,((( Also, hope you are better

ANYWAY

THE VOICE LINES . . . . .

AREN'T THOSE LIKE-

MEGARA'S ACTUAL QUOTES? JUST CHANGED A FEW THINGS??? I LOVE THE CONCEPT FAITH :DD

#inbox 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ✧#𐙚 moots ♡#♡ ! faith

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imaginepirates · 2 years

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Fleeting Memories

This request isn't really like anything I've done before, but here, the reader is James' child, and, after his death, is comforted by Gillette and Groves. (I've made this a bit of an AU where James makes it past AWE, but only goes on to die later.)

@emdrabbles @tesserphantom @viper-official @hellspawn-brownies @groovy-lady @wordsinwinters

~3,000 words

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Your hands trembled, almost ripping the letter in half. You hadn’t finished it yet. You couldn’t quite get past the word:

Dead.

You would not--could not--allow yourself to cry in polite company, but the tears pricking your vision had begun to blur out the men that sat across from you. You wiped at them quickly, trying desperately to compose yourself. You would have time to cry later.

The tour was supposed to last a month. A month. Yet even after three, you had still heard nothing of the Dauntless or any of her crew. You had cursed the admiralty, feeling that they’d done nothing to resolve the situation, but you knew the facts. There was nothing they could do, even had they tried. You tried to tell yourself that your father was a capable commander, that he would somehow get his men home. And he had--some of them, at least. But he had not returned. You had nothing but a letter in his place.

Admiral James Norrington, killed in action.

Across the sitting room table, Gillette picked at a thread on his sleeve while Groves stared into his lap. They looked exhausted. Beyond what you had imagined they must, given all that had happened. Dark circles lay below their eyes, like bruises that had been beaten into them, and there was a pallor to their skin that should not have been allowed by the Caribbean sun. It was perhaps the first time you had seen Gillette without a smile.

You had known them both your entire life. Your father had been close to few, but you knew of the warmth between him and Groves, and that he had spent much of his time in the Navy alongside Gillette as well. They had taken care of you, as a child, when your father was off to sea and they were not. You remembered learning songs from Gillette, and walking on Groves’ feet. As you grew older, they helped your father teach you to fight; tutored you in the ways of maps and charts and reading the stars; even gave you their terrible flirting advice. It was hard to imagine a tense moment with them. They were family.

But sitting there, on that hard chair, nails digging into the wood, the very air around you held its breath. The tea on the table in front of you had gone lukewarm. You moved your mouth a little, not yet daring to speak lest the words get caught in your throat, but preparing for it. You had so many questions.

The letter had not been very revealing. It only told you that your father was dead, and offered what meagre condolences it could, penned by some unfeeling man back in England who had never known your father in the first place. I wonder if his mother got this same letter, copied as if just another part of the weekly news, you found yourself thinking. Then, I wonder if anyone bothered to tell her at all. How awful it must be for her, a husband and son, both lost to the sea.

You had managed to work some of the cotton out of your throat. Affixing your gaze to the wall on the opposite side of the room, you managed to croak out a single syllable. “How?” You took a shaky breath of air. “How did it happen?”

Groves’ head snapped up, torn from whatever imagery had danced before his eyes. He cast a nervous look to Gillette, who, for once, did not look keen on speaking. Groves looked back at you, opening his mouth, then closing it, looking at you helplessly.

“I want to know.” It was barely more than a whisper, but it penetrated the air with more weight than a shout. “You can’t leave me wondering. What my mind will come up with will be worse than the truth.” James’ mother had told you that once, when you were discussing the late Admiral Lawrence. ‘My head swirled with so many thoughts, in those days, between knowing that he was dead and how it happened. Each thought was worse than the last. Had he been beheaded? Scalped? Mutilated? I knew those sorts of things happened.’

“It was,” Groves began. “It was a sword, in the end. Right through the chest.”

‘In the end, it turned out he had been shot. Not so bad then, after all.’

“He finally lost a fight, then.” It was hard to think of him that way, the man who had first put a sword in your hand, but you should have known. Even he was mortal, wonderful swordsman though he was.

“He didn’t have a sword.” That was Gillette, tone flat. “He didn’t have anything to defend himself with.”

Ah.

You couldn’t decide which idea was worse. You hated to think of him losing, losing a battle and then his life, knowing in the last moments that he had been defeated. But you hated too the image of his having nothing to fight with, helpless to whatever fate was chosen for him.

“He was trying to protect us.” Groves had returned to staring at his lap, fists clenching and unclenching over his legs. “He was trying to do what he could, but they’d taken away his sword, and he was already injured, and the other captain, he just…” There was a haunted look about Groves’ eyes that you couldn’t bear to see. “It went right through. Like an oar through water.”

There was nothing more to say.

The silence stretched on, interrupted only by the ticking of the clock on the wall in front of you. You fancied that focusing on its hands hard enough would steady you.

The room was stiflingly hot. You wanted to be alone--you wanted to run outside, into the fresh air, gasping for it, sucking it in greedily like some kind of purifying ritual. You wanted to run free across the grass until your lungs burned and your feet were sore, and pitch yourself into the ocean’s salty embrace to swim until you collapsed of exhaustion. To feel so, so much, and to make yourself too tired to feel at all.

You could not bring yourself to send Gillette and Groves away. You were sure it would be a relief to them, to not have to look at you, a reminder of the friend they’d lost. And it would be a relief to you, not to have to look at them, a reminder of the father swallowed by the sea. But you could not do it.

“He always did do that.” Gillette’s voice was soft, uncertain, so uncharacteristic of himself that for a moment you thought you’d imagined that he’d spoken at all. “He always did look out for us.” Gillette drew himself up a little. “Remember that time in Madras?”

At first, you thought Groves might shush him, but instead, he gave a watery smile. “Yes.”

This wasn’t a story you’d heard. You suspected that many of your father’s stories went untold--he never had much liked speaking of himself, and hadn't wanted to encourage you into any shenanigans of your own. “What happened?” You whispered.

“He never told you?” Gillette looked surprised, though Groves only rolled his eyes.

“Of course he never told. You think he wanted to admit to that?”

And all at once, they were shaking with quiet laughter, the tension in their bodies dissolving just as your letter might, if you dropped it in a basin of water. You felt some weight leave your own shoulders, surrounded by the familiarity of their laughter.

“Well,” Gillette began, “we were stuck in Fort Saint George on account of the fact that our captain didn’t want us ‘causing trouble’ with the locals, as he put it.”

Groves interrupted him. “I can’t say I blame him. We were still midshipmen then, and prone to all manner of things. James was less adventurous than us even then, but the captain should have known that we didn’t actually need to be outside the fort to be ‘causing trouble.’”

“Well, we were terribly bored. There are only so many card games a boy can play. At some point, someone suggested that we have a bit of fun and--”

“And that someone was you, Andrew. Getting us all in trouble as usual.”

“Well,” Gillette huffed, faking offense, “it’s not my fault the rest of you followed suit.”

You couldn’t help the slight grin growing on your face. Their antics were always so predictable; you had forgotten how much you loved their stories. Always playing off of each other. One could even call it practiced.

“I decided we needed something to do. I couldn’t continue to swelter in the heat. Now, Captain Hawthorne was due to be gone from the fort for some time, and we were in India, you understand, where they have some very fine textiles, if I do say so myself, and the captain had bought some dresses he intended to take home to his wife, and one thing led to another. So there I was, in a dress that barely reached my ankles, having a good laugh.”

You could only imagine it. Of course Gillette would put himself in a dress. And if they tell me Father wore it? I’m not sure I’d believe them.

“Yes, and then what happened?” Groves arched an eyebrow, more amused than anything.

“And then Captain Hawthorne came back early. And I was still in his wife’s dress.”

“Thankfully,” says Groves, “he would have no way of knowing the dress was gone unless he checked. He didn’t. The dress ended up in James’ room, after we realized we couldn’t get it back to the captain’s. He protested this, of course, but he was the least likely to be suspected of anything if the captain did find out.”

“And it doesn’t end there!” A smile split Gillette’s face, an honest-to-god smile, and you could have cried to see it. An hour ago, you might have thought the man would never smile again. “Because the captain ordered room inspections. For cleanliness; he still didn’t know about the dress. We were all caught off guard. But it came to be James’ turn, and, well, he hadn’t the time to properly hide the dress anywhere, so a lieutenant found it.”

“Lieutenant Irvine. Still remember that man to this day,” Groves said. “He was certainly taken aback by it. But there was a saving grace: he hadn’t known about the captain’s dress. He figured it was something James picked up. And who wouldn’t be surprised? Your father, with a woman’s dress? Nobody could imagine him seeing anyone.”

Your smile grew, splitting your face, and a little laugh escaped your throat, strangled and tired, but there. Before you knew it, your cheeks were damp, caught laughing at the idea and crying at the memories. Groves wordlessly passed you a kerchief.

“Well, Andrew may have terrible ideas, but he’s a quick thinker of them. So as James fumbled to come up with an excuse, Andrew told them it was for his cousin.”

“Oh I did. ‘The man has cousins, you know. And it can be so hard to get textiles like this back in England, the demand is so high, and can’t you imagine how pleased they’ll be? What did you think our dear James was up to?’ By that time, James was red as an apple, and Lieutenant Irvine wasn’t far behind. Embarrassed enough not to bring it up again, at least. Poor man.”

“And that was that,” Groves concluded. “We got the dress back before the captain knew it was gone, but only because it ended up in your father’s room. Anyone else’s and we might have gotten ourselves into real trouble.”

The story tasted bittersweet. He had a life, once. You expected there was much of it you didn’t know. Once, you would have jumped at the idea of learning anything about your father that he wouldn’t tell you himself. But stories about him would never be the same, now, without him there for you to tease.

You wiped a hand over your damp cheeks, doing nothing more than spreading the tears around your face. ‘You will never think of them quite the same again.’ Lady Norrington had run a finger over a small portrait of her husband. ‘You will think of them in past tense. Who knew that tense could be so powerful? They’re just words.’

Yet words did have power. And no matter how much they hurt, after hearing them, the words spoken about James brought him back to life, if even for a moment. A fleeting moment, where his shadow was at the door, where his hand was on your shoulder, where you were sure you could hear him scoff at his friends’ antics.

“What else?” you asked. “What else did he not tell me?”

Groves raised his eyebrows, turning to Gillette with a smile. “I’m sure there’s quite a lot, actually.” He shot you a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry you have to hear about it this way.”

“So am I.” Your breath was still unsteady. “But at least I’m hearing it.”

“Oh dear. Did he ever tell you about the first line-crossing ceremony? As captain, that is?”

“No.” You knew about such traditions, of course--you had to, living around so many men in the navy. Everyone had experienced one, in the Caribbean, having come over from England or the Colonies.

The ceremony was ritual for the navy. ‘Crossing the line’ referred to crossing the equator, and it marked a small turning point in the life of every sailor. There were ‘pollywogs’, or men who’d never crossed before, and ‘shellbacks’, who had been put through their ceremony on some other voyage. You knew of your father’s first ceremony; the others had made sure of it. But as captain, he would have been in charge of the entire scenario.

“James was embarrassed about it, at first. Said that dressing up for it made him feel ridiculous.” Groves smiled.

“I do believe I reminded him of the dress in Madras,” said Gillette. “He was more game for it all after that. Besides, he knew Theo and I were taking care of most of the setup.”

“Oh, take care of it we did.”

The ceremony consisted of interesting mariner’s superstitions, and quite a lot of embarrassment for the poor pollywogs. Firstly, the night before the crossing, the more senior officers of the crew dressed as members of King Neptune’s court. Queen Amphitrite, the royal baby, Davy Jones, and King Neptune himself, usually portrayed by a ship’s captain. There was a talent show, of sorts, where the pollywogs did singing and dancing and skits and poetry recitations for the ‘court’. You knew for a fact that as a pollywog, your father had done Hamlet’s soliloquy.

Then came a day of trials and tribulations. The pollywogs awoke to breakfast, much too hot for them to eat. I wonder how many of those spices we get from Madras, you thought idly. The men were then taken to King Neptune to be given tasks as proof of their loyalty to the sea. They were usually made to wear their clothes strangely, crawl around through debris, and have the inedible breakfast slop dumped over their heads. It wasn’t about embarrassment, really, just about good fun. And yet father was embarrassed of orchestrating the whole thing; he wasn’t even being put through the ceremony. But he never had liked calling too much attention to himself, you supposed.

The last thing was a salt water bath, where every member of the crew got soaked to the bone. The poor pollywogs were often dunked, too, and made to hold their breath. It cleaned all the breakfast off them, though, and then they were done--official shellbacks, awaiting their turn to torture the next pollywogs they sailed with.

“We had James all dressed up.” Groves smiled at the memory. “We made him a crown of driftwood, even, and managed to force him into a sash. It was all quite ridiculous. Some of the younger boys were too scared to laugh, though they clearly wanted to.”

“And what a figure he cut! Giving his speeches in that posh drawl of his.” Gillette tried to replicate the accent your father would take on when he was in command. “‘Now, men, you must be dunked. You can only have the sea in your heart if you’ve had it in your head and lungs, first.’ It wasn’t reassuring.”

A watery smile crossed your face. You could just imagine him, perched on some sort of fake throne, giving orders to the crew like a king. He would have been terrible at it. Your father never had been a good actor--he’d read to you enough in your youth that you knew how bad he was at acting out different characters and parts. Still, it was endearing that he tried.

“James certainly had good stories.” A wistful look settled across Grove’s features.

Your smile faded. “He’ll never make any more stories. He’s dead and gone, now.”

“Dead, yes. But not gone.” You gazed up at Gillette, eyebrows knitting together questioningly. “Well, we remember him, don’t we? And so do hundreds of other people. There are people all around the world carrying their own little stories about your father. They, in their turn, will pass those stories along. James will never be gone. Not really.”

Oh, Lawrence is still here. He’s in the paintings, the silverware, the old books of his study. He’s in the garden, wearing boots and planting a tree. He’s sitting by the window, teaching James to read. He’s in our bedroom, smoking, smiling around his pipe when I joked with him. He’s still here; he always will be.

You were another lone Norrington, now, but if you knew anything about lone Norringtons, it was that they faced the years with grace. James’ mother always had.

You find strength, even in fleeting memories.

#potc #pirates of the caribbean #james norrington #norrington #commodore norrington #so many dad stories lately

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the-official-account · 1 year

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Episode 19 liveblog take two

We made it happen!

@threeofheartscast

Because I do actually really want those notes on QC. Listening at 2.35 speed which sounds....awful. but useful! Semi from memory this may not be entirely in order

OMG HI!!!! I KNOW YOUR FROM THE TWITTERS!!!

QC elf, brown eyes and longhair In ponytail wears all black suit, gloves, book, robin-mask

Is this sir thimby person thinbleton? Sigil on card with future slanted font helmet with two crossed swords

Despite the fact that it's morally wrong I kind of ....yk maybe let him kidnap diamond a little bit? Some light kidnapping

I love how his first insibt when a fire starts is to stick to the CEILING. How are those lungs looking bestie

This music is GROOVY

IF ITS NOT GAY ITS GOT TO GO he's gonna love the agents.

For vellums kidnappings minimum 7 times depending on

-if random count extra,

-or if he wandered away and someone picked him up,

- didn't notice kidnapped,

- kidnappers forgot him and he just left,

- infodumped until the kidnappers got so annoyed they let him go

-about to walk into an open net while reading but manhole instead

The music is not as good as 2.35 speed

This entire scene was very cute and my original reaction included a lot of keysmashes. Vellum just went for it I appreciate that.

I feel like if there was a field agent hand book vellum would have at the very least edited it.

Xbala and spar having kissed us very soar behavior

Fic of them eating dinner after 2nd kiss before hotel

Vellum giving him a kiss. Draw spar half up in bed, with his face in vellums shoulder, vellum looking soft blushing (this shit is cute) muttering, petting his hair "mmmm breakfast is good, important part of the day....mmmm yup" -spar

Their argument here is the best

I FORGOT VELLUM SAID "YOURE VERY CUTE LIKE THIS" THATS A FUCKING DORABLE

I'm just gonna assume spar has a thing for suspenders

QC just Speedran becoming a coming of interest in a kidnapping (so fast the kidnapping hasn't happened yet)

HE HAS TELEKINSESIS what a little guy... He's so absurd in the best way i adore him. In my mind he is a Manlet I will die on this hill

Jack has a druid parent... Sanguinia. Stays with "g/Cladia" friend in...........city stoneloft

RADIO MOVIE NIGHTS ARE SO CUTE

I remember freaking out about greggins and Jack being qpps (just like me, fr!)

"Intense feelings and situations"

Grey just know it wasn't worth lying to vellum, he's too smart

There was a lot of freaking out about Max being the kid, but I landed on the theory that Grey both kept them seperate and wants vellums blood because Max is a werekid, and it wouldve been traumatic for both of them to raise them together but maybe vellum can help him find a cure. I can understand why there would be so many feelings messed up in all that

Vellum got SO cold in this question and I don't mean in a mean way but it's the...determination

Grey does have the best outlook on clovenheart & I think that's sus

Persuaded the FUCK outa him

Providince......don't thing I trust this. Grey's in his Gatsby era

"Fix other harms that needn't have happened"...........*squinting* return magic?

I WANT GREY TO COME BACK now that's she's less immediately evil) sus

Also I DID say I thought resurrecting vellum's parents could be a part of Grey's motivations!!!!, I did say that!

I really like joy

your sparkliness sounds very diamond

QC and the agents being at odds with eachother at this party sounds like the setup for SUCH a good time

HELL YEAH!!! Songs were groovy. Formatting still banging. I made a note herea out how juggling scenes like that is hard but Jordan did it really damn well. Kitt's so funny!!! I'm excited that they're here. QC is just a funny little guyyyyy he's just a little guyyyyy!!!

Note: hey future lushlet if you get up to wiki shit dont trust this I make hella typos

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