#i think they would've drawn the skulls on themselves

[starrysharks]

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[dunhoof]

ranking my fandragons by the emoji i assigned to their series

soul eater: skull

soul eater is usually represented with this little kinda jack-o-lantern kinda looking logo but it's not really significant in the series itself as far as i remember - it's a simplified representation of soul evans, arguably? it's similar to how souls are drawn in meister-vision? basically i think it's not a super great logo and there's no emoji that really resembles it anyway, so instead of that i went with what i think the logo should be - death's skull, which is seen all over the fucking place and is directly representative of the academy, ruling figure, and main setting the entire plot is based around. this skull doesnt really look like that. this is just a skull. i thought about using the deer skull bc the shape is closer to the stylized skull SE uses but i thought that'd confuse things more. 6/10

magi: gold crown

magi's actual logo is just a stylization of マギ so no go on matching that to anything. the second closest thing it has in terms of iconography is the seal of solomon. so? maybe the achievement token or rainbow star could work? the glimmer tile or sun, even? i see where i was coming from here though. the word king pops up a lot. kingdoms. king vessels. this is kind of a eurocentric way to evoke that that doesn't really fit the setting though. 3/10

fraggle rock: new friend

now this one's cute. kind of sort of looks like a fraggle. is a friend. can't think of anything more appropriate - the only big symbol i could think of in fraggle rock besides the fraggles themselves would be the rock and this is more fun than using the earth symbol. 9/10

hiveswap/homestuck: planet

my first fandragons were hiveswap and i later put my homestuck ones in with those so this actually favors hiveswap - this pink especially feels a lot more like hiveswap alternia than homestuck alternia. there's aliens in there, for sure. no emoji really resembles the sburb logo or spirograph, nor the red/green spiral. 4/10

metalocalypse: gear

metalocalypse's primary logo is a big metal-runic skull but we've already been down the route of trying to adapt a stylized skull. gears are a huge symbol and (similarly to how i complained abt the soul eater iconography) the one that feels like it's more significant in the series itself - there's a song about it and everything. become a part of the klok and all. i like that it's a rusty gray metal. 10/10

drakengard 3: rose

there's a big flower in the main character's eye. looks more like a lilly but this is the only flower emoji we have somehow (thank god we have 6 different puzzle pieces). that's fine though, the main character was also once named rose and her mark also is kinda rose-like. without spoiling too much or even understanding what the hell the plot of drakengard is, the flower is a big deal. only other big symbol is. dragon. would've been funny to just use a banescale. 8/10

the adventure zone: D20

dnd podcast. d20. taz logo has a d20 in it sometimes because of course it does. stan jenkins. 7/10

ok k.o.: ping

logo does in fact have an exclamation point. kind of comic-booky which is appropriate for a superhero cartoon, good colors. 5/10

fire emblem: sword and shield

fire emblem often used sword and/or shield. also sometimes uses dragons. couldve used the fire rune but that'd be corny. silver appropriately neutral as opposed to the blue and yellow coat-of-arms shield, style is more Serious Looking than the coli team sword/shield. sort of boring but doesn't get much better. 8/10

puyo puyo: apple

we don't exactly have a slime emoji. ringo is associated with apples and she's the mc of puyo puyo tetris 1 & 2 which is the one i played because i like playing tetris a lot more than i like playing puyo puyo. the only character i have from this series is schezo though. 3/10

carmen sandiego: red gem

no big hat, no globe, what's a mouse to do? left wing?? a valuable artifact fits in with the whole master thief thing, and red's the obvious choice. sort of weird-looking emoji. 4/10

read dead redemption: horseshoe

pretty damn western. 6/10

minecraft: shockswitch green

a square is the natural choice for minecraft - the most common logos here are the grass block and creeper face imo, both of which are green. the other shockswitch emojis have different shapes in the center, while this one is double square. 7/10

danganronpa: crescent moon 1

black and white and split down the kinda-middle like our iconic mascot monokuma - silhouette could've worked but the colors here are better. dangaronpa's big symbol is a red shape i'd describe as looking like a wing - right wing could work - but i don't think it's meant to be a wing. i actually have no clue where that shape comes from or if it means anything in particular. in the team danganronpa logo, it's more of a crescent shape to fit the logo-ization. i like this choice but it loses points for being a stretch by having the literal interpretation of a moon have 0 relevance. 6/10

the venture bros: modern

please for the love of god save me. was gonna make it the skull but see soul eater. 2/10

street fighter: firework

how the hell does a series run for 37 years and get away with having a big SF as it's only major logo. 1/10

[ginwhitlock]

9 for edward, 10 for emmett, 54 for jasper, and 65 for all the 3 boys if that's cool :)

Of course, thank you for getting back to me :)

9. (romantic) Favorite way to be touched? Edward's a big hand/face person. You see it with him and Bella, him and Carlisle, him and Esme (at least in my mind). I think maybe it comes from his musicality, the way he always is relying on his hands and his mouth (that sounds dirty I'm sorry) to get out whatever he's feeling, couped inside his head all day. From that comes this wish to be touched, the gentlest of slights, against his brow or his cheek or his knuckles. A soft whisper of a touch, but strong enough to monitor that they're there.

10. Something about their physical appearance they're embarrassed about Emmet's nose is crooked. See-- he's never cared about his size, he knows hes big, he likes that hes big, it makes him intimidating in a way thats entirely truthful from the way he fights to the way he dances, so size has never been an issue with him. Now his face is another story. He takes pride in a lot of things that may make other men pick at themselves, and most things show he's survived, the little marks that still haven't faded after decades of playing life with a rough hand, but when he was changed, everything "imperfect" about his human body washed away in the tide of venom spit and blood. Except his nose. The one he was born now, the off kilter attribute wasn't created by some force of fist but rather a handed down genetic bread basket from his mother, the only real feature he ever got from her, which only makes him a little guilty to admit that he wish the change would've knocked it straight to suit the rest of the "perfect" lines of bone.

54. Are there any emotions they struggle to experience? This might be an odd take, or just straight canon deviance, but I don't think Jasper feels guilt. Like. Well. I think he's felt it, of course, lets hope he has to an extent, but of all the emotions that staved him off from drinking from humans, guilt wasn't one. Fear, anger, hatred, terror, pissing pants emotion, sure. Guilt. No. He gets the sticky tacky treacle molasses syrup-y kind from Edward and Esme and Carlisle all the time, the kind that sticks in his throat and slides down his crystal stomach and tries to heave dryly into the sink. Its a sort of infection, a disease that takes over his whole being for long states, but its not his emotions. Its theirs. He did horrible things, in human and vampire life, but hes almost two hundred years old, he has no guilt for the faceless nameless things he was burdened by god (or the devil depends on his day) to drain for sustenance. It is regret instead, that plagues those days.

65. What does their laughter sound like? (this is my favorite of them I like thinking of my boys happy) Emmett's laugh is like the sound of a large tree limb falling in a full forest, every sound stopping in its abrupt wake. It is like the sound of a ball in an oak barrel, rumbling around each slat as it turns and turns and turns. Emmett's laugh is all consuming, trapping everyone and everything around it when it happens, and it happens often. Like your grandfathers laugh, like a father.

Edward's laugh is like a boat sail being drawn up, thin and white and brittle like rope swinging in the wind. It slices through people, through the air, like a note on his piano. It's almost always from a sharp intake of breath, as if it surprised him to hear it.

Jasper's laugh is a gristly thing full of fat and timber. Its like smoke through the air, soft and patterned, with no distinguishable path. Its warm, until its not, and then it feels like ice shaking around your skull, a tightness overtaking your bones. But most of the time, in the good hours, it is like a blanket of fog, with a compressed sigh, as if he is unimpressed with whatever he found funny in the first place.

[violetholland]

You're magician smut was amazing!! I love how cocky you write him in smut. If you want to, you should do a frat boy smut, where he's similarly cocky and definitely including a blowjob! Great job :)

"Yeah, there you go. All the way, yeah…"

The thrum of the music fades out of your ears, and now the only thing you're hearing are his heavy breaths as you steadily take in each glorious inch of him in your mouth.

"Mm," he moans, soft and drawn out, rolling his hips slightly to feel every hot crevice of your embrace around his cock. He's got a rough hand on the back of your head, pushing you to take in more of him, because, Jesus, fuck, it's the best thing he's ever felt.

The tears roll down your cheeks freely, muddying up your mascara as you flutter your eyes up to look at him, jaw slack. Those little curls that peek out of his snapback torture you to no end—you want to run your fingers through them and pull whilst he devours you.

As you move further in, your nose hits his pelvis and you inhale deeply.

He smells like beer.

It's probably because one of those whore girls downstairs would've spilt it on him while trying to kiss his neck.

They aren't here though.

An odd sense of pride floods through your veins at the feeling.

They aren't here, losing themselves under his erotic gaze.

They aren't here, pushing their head back against his palm so that he grasps their hair to fuck their mouth.

They aren't here, choking around his magnificent cock.

But you are.

And it's out of this fucking world.

“—so hot, baby, fucking look at you." You descend from your ecstatic state of mind when you hear him growling praises at you. You've just realized there are strings of spit dripping down leisurely from the sides of your mouth, coating his cock in an almost transparent sheen.

"You're drooling all over me, fuck. You like my cock this much? It tastes good, right?" he breaks off to chuckle arrogantly, "yeah, bet it tastes so fucking good."

You don't know if it's your high moans of agreement or the way your eyeballs roll to the back of your head when he twitches in your mouth, but moments later, he's coming.

It shoots down your throat in pleasurable spurts, the grip on your skull turning impossibly tighter as he whines and stutters.

He stands up straight, panting heavily as he tucks himself back in, smirking at your deflated face.

"The name's Tom, love." he drawls, although he thinks you already know that since you're smirking right back at him. "Meet me at the library at four tomorrow. I'll fuck you good."

[vegandoughnut]

PART 5: Are You Kitting Me?

"You're good to go, Anekke" says Stephen, scribbling on his clipboard as if he were actually using it for something. Anekke frowns.

"I can't just finish the hour?" She presses, nearly pouting.

"Fine but make sure you clock out on the dot. I just don't have the patience this evening" Stephen says, voice laden with an exhaustion that doesn't even make sense. Anekke continues to spray some of the food prep surfaces with the natural mint scented surface cleaner and wipes with the cleaning rag.

Humbert hums in a whiny pitch as he adds the finishing touches to another serving of the Fall Special. Black anise waffles, vibrant orange pumpkin ice cream, chocolate chips and raisins, cat face drawn with chocolate or molasses. The ingredients seem to have plastered themselves all over Anekke's brain. She mutters them to herself as she cleans.

"What's that?" Comes Humbert's voice.

She ignores him, almost laughing with relief when Kitt joins them behind the counter. Kitt looks tired, with dark circles forming under her eyes. She flashes a smile to counter it.

"You need a coffee" Anekke says.

"You've never been more right" Kitt replies, picking up the staff french press off the ceramic hot plate, and pouring herself a mug of aromatic medium roast. "I have like five minutes to snag Gary Nygard's autograph but I just can't bring myself to. This is a once in a lifetime thing. Like. He's going back to Finland at some point. The band doesn't even tour anymore. Today literally feels like a weird dream and I don't know how to move. Like I'm walking through invisible cake batter or something"

"This is not a therapy session. You have a customer Kittie" says Humbert. Kitt sucks her teeth before turning to face the rest of the cafe to take a customer's order.

"You know we already have a supervisor and a manager right?" Anekke says through clenched teeth. Even if Humbert had said it to Kumlyun instead of Kitt, she would still jump in on the defense. She was getting tired of Humbert's antics, and was glad she'd be going home soon.

Humbert grunts and gets back to putting together a catering box.

"Wow" says Anekke, shaking her head.

A customer walks up to the bar holding Salem, the chill black cat purred softly in his arms. He orders an oat milk vanilla shake. She let's Kitt take that order, then goes back to cleaning, annoyed that earlier Kumlyun had implied the mess was made by her, when really it was probably Harper who was often sloppy with the food prep and forgetful of cleaning up. But at least she made Kumlyun look bad by implying she came in on her day off on purpose.

Finally some serenity blankets the cafe when all the customers are seated and eating, drinking or petting or feeding the cats they were paired with. Anekke quickly checks her pocket planner and crosses off a few things she remembered to do.

Memorize the recipe for the blueberry muffins by heart. Check. Disinfect the sink. Check. Renew library checkouts online. Check. Schedule a dentist appointment for next week. Check. Organize the discarded customer cards into her little file folder. Check.

"Anekke"

Anekke nearly jumps out of her skin when Kitt places a hand on her shoulder from behind.

"You scared me Kitt" she says, stealthily shrugging out from under her hand.

"I seem to do that for a lot of people" she says with a frown. "Anyway, what time are you leaving? so I know when to mentally prepare for the next few grueling hours behind this counter"

"Honestly just 30 minutes to go" says Anekke, taking a sneaky bite of the energy bar she hid in her half apron.

"Okay. Thanks" says Kitt.

Carl turns to look at the counter and smiles warmly when he coincidentally catches Anekke's eye. She smiles back quickly but goes back to her resting face just as soon.

"Hey Carl, want to cover for me real quick?" Kitt calls from the bar, undoing her waist apron.

Carl walks over immediately, and almost trips over a feathered pet toy but regains his balance without much embarrassment. Anekke watches intently. Still nervous, that one.

"You'll be working with the pretty blond, she should have no problem drawing in lots of orders so you can take a few pointers" says Kitt to Carl. Anekke's head spins upon hearing the strange sentence, and she wonders what Kitt was really saying. She had to force herself not to spiral into the whirlpool forming inside of her. What does she mean? What does that mean? Is it face value? Is there a joke or jab hidden in the arrangement of the words? Why does Kumlyun complain so much? Does Kumlyun whisper lies about Anekke to Kitt? Is Kitt trustworthy? Is Kitt priming Carl against her? She said "pretty blond". Maybe she should go to HR about Kitt. That'll make things make sense.

Carl and Kitt switch places. Carl ties a waist apron on and picks up a few beechwood mixing spoons. Why?

"Break a leg" Anekke tells Kitt who walks carefully towards Gary Nygard. Kitt flashes a confident cheese smile before heading straight for the Special Guest, the charming gothic rock star who had been in the cafe since before noon.

Anekke had thought he'd looked familiar, then realized he was a member of a band that had been really popular back when she was in high school. Yuck, she thinks, picturing those cringey teenage years in her mind with distaste. It was hard to imagine Kitt was one of the spooky kids who were obsessed with vampires and fingerless gloves, but who would've imagined that "pretty blond" Anekke was a nerd with no friends? The one who, even if she tried to make a joke, it came off as awkward or distasteful? Why were these things bothering her so suddenly?

20 minutes pass. Two customers came. Carl had watched eagerly when Anekke operated the waffle maker which she hated completely. The waffles would sometimes have holes in the outer pockets around the edges if the batter didn't spread perfectly. That's why she hated it.

"See you guys on Thursday" Anekke says, gathering her khaki trench coat, personal mug and backpack. It was without really looking at anyone in particular.

A few co-workers say bye in friendly voices. Why so friendly? Do they think she's stupid? Childish?

Then Carl says, "thanks for the tip about the waffle maker. I'm sure people prefer a perfect waffle over the skeleton of one" he says with a warm smile, trying to make her laugh probably. Anekke nods then goes out the door, relieved beyond words.

Kitt pulls her fingers through her dreads, which were the color of fallen leaves--- the characteristic Autumn hue between plum and red. She felt just slightly embarrassed to meet one of her teenage rock idols looking like a millennial-barista-spoken-word-slam-night-attendee-who-keeps-a-million-potted -succulents-around-their-house person, but so it goes. Some of teen-life's craziest caterpillars emerged from their cocoons as less stand-outy butterflies.

But there he was. Gary Nygard looking exactly the same, though less dressy, as she remembered during the heyday of Finnish metal's popularity in her generation. Jetty curtains of hair. The cozy cat skull sweatshirt over the pants with the boots. Gosh his legs were so perfectly thin. Kitt shakes her head.

"Darling" Nygard's voice steals Kitt's attention as he strokes just under the fuzzy siamese cat Sandra's chin. He is smiling slightly. "Is all well?" he says nodding towards her, like he could sense her trepidation, "this is a lovely place, beautiful really. Tell your boss, see, to keep doing whatever he or she is doing to keep it going. The cats are so dear, and you, all of you, have been lovely hosts"

He's so sweet and down to earth and candid and Scandinavian and beautiful and what inspired that song.... and will the band ever get back together and what does he do now that the band is... omg stop brain, stop it.... Kitt thinks.

"How long has the place been running for? It seems like a very hip sort of thing, an import, from Japan maybe... lovely country, Japan. They're very nice there" he continues as Sandra squirms and scratches at his sweater. But Gary Nygard is on to the silly cat, trying to distract her by scratching behind her ears while her head is turned in the opposite directions.

Kitt's mouth opens and closes. She blinks a mile a minute yet there's no wind in her face.

"Just a few years" Kitt responds, finding her composure again and holding onto it for dear life. "Yeah cat cafes, well, themed cafes in general, seem to be way more popular over there. This is kind of a knock---"

"A knock-off, but very nice" he finishes for her with a chuckle. He scratches his head then throws back the last of his green smoothie, Sandra sitting snugly nuzzled into his side on the velvet highback chair. Kitt watches the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows the drink, the pale white of his throat exposed and blinding.

Suddenly she forgets that she can language, and just clasps and un-clasps her hands.

"It was lovely. Truly" he says, getting up from the chair. All 5'10 of him. Sandra scampers off across the cafe to bother some of the other kitties. "Kittie? Was that your name? Good girl" he mutters, pulling on his faux fur jacket. Kitt stands there dumbly.

She is frozen as he crosses the room towards the front door. She pretends to go fix tables near there then discreetly says, "wait. Sorry just a minute"

He stops and turns to face her, pulling a dark grey beanie over his hair and looking more and more like a mysterious pedestrian, becoming less and less real at the same despite. He was crossing the threshold of Kitt's world, reality, back into the far away world of teen angst nostalgia and dreams come true and old fires doused.

"I was a big fan when I was high school..." she says, quietly, softly, only he could hear.

He grins. A warm and genuine smile that touches his eyes that turn up slightly at the outer corners, like a cat's. He hands her his VIP customer lanyard and tag with his name and personality notes on there in his real life, almost-neat handwriting. The one thing customers usually toss.

"Thank you for today, Kittie" he says, with a brief, too light pat on her shoulder.

Then he's out the door.

Just like that.

A dream.