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[creaturefeaster]

How does Rede show affection to Cstab; or vice versa? What is their love language (stab giving rede misc. shiny objects , rede making some sort of art for stab, etc., any of that)? How do they show their love for each other?

Chickenstab is really keen on having lots of objects, as well as physical touch. When Rede finds things he thinks Chickenstab would like, he'll grab them and save them to give to him later. He also lets Chickenstab basically jump all over him and hug and touch him whenever he wants, with only mild mild annoyance-- something that'd probably be a death sentence if anybody else tried.

Rede would certainly make art for him as well, but in ways that can be handled & played with because if something's made poorly or not with touch in mind, Chickenstab is likely to break it. Not on purpose, he just likes messing with cool stuff.

Rede on the other hand is big on one-on-one time, and physical touch as well when he's in host. In-host they cuddle a lot :3. But overall he just likes hanging out and doesn't really need much from Cstab to be satisfied & know that he is loved. Chickenstab still makes him well aware all the time though, because he's talkative and gushy.

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Does my ass look fat in this armor?

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[lienwyn]

Happy birthday, @a-very-fond-farewell! I figured you would enjoy seeing Mr. Abyss in a silly apron ;)

And Ga On be like: "DON'T MIND IF I DO"

... possibly connected to Who Holds the Devil, I guess, since Yo Han is cooking? The future we're all longing for, or something. Especially Ga On since he finally gets to bury his nose against Yo Han's neck like he's always wanted. That boy.

[chrisrin]

not to bother you or anything but how did you choose the gems for the gemstuck (+ the gemcyt cause yk it applies to that also obvs) designs? and like, the fusions and stuff? :?

I think I answered this a while back (I just checked my archive trying to find the ask but can't so maybe not?)

But either way! So, yeah!

So for baseline characters (non-fusions) I try to stick to canon gem choices as much as possible. This is a self-imposed restriction I give to myself because to me, it makes the characters feel more "canon" to what the show is. I have more references to base designs off of, rather than trying to completely conceptualize new gem types (there's a few exceptions to that, Nepeta is a Cat's Eye which doesn't exist and BigB is a Blue Quartz, which also isn't a variant ever seen in the show).

As far as fusions, I tend to just look up gemstones that have the colors of both (or more) components and try to go from there. Ametrine is purple and yellow and while Scar is more pink than purple, it felt fitting for a Willy Wonka-inspired character to be an Ametrine so I could lean more into purples and dark magentas with Ametrine's color palette. Other times, it's more based on the vibes that a fusion will give off. Impulse and Bdubs are a Sunstone because I feel like that's a perfect fit of their personality, even if the design leans much more into Impulse's color palette than Bdubs'.

For fusions of 3+ gems, I try to focus on bigger concepts as that's usually what those fusions are. It's less about how the individual components mash together, and more what their collective motivation/purpose/personality is. For Rainbow Obsidian, I wanted to do something similar to Obsidian from the show but make it clearly Dogswoods-inspired, so it's a giant wolf/puppy. Boatem (Celestine) is also another more "concept"-based megafusion that takes inspiration from the Boatem builds (specifically Mumbo's temple).

I think one of the best things you can do with fusion design is focus on the core vibe of the new character your creating. Yes, fusion is technically two gems mashed together, but they're also their own person. I think when you start to give yourself the space to be more flexible with the design, you will end up making better gem fusions.

[dayurno]

one thing though that i thought was very interesting in tsc was how jeremy and kevin swapped some key personality traits the fanon associated with them. kevin being a grounded, stable pilar vs jeremy being (though well-intentioned & kindly) pushy and falling into codependency with jean like many of us assumed would be the inevitable outcome of kevin and jean reconciling. quite surprising!

[bmpmp3]

OH i forgot i drew this but heres a doodle of that one character i made in like. that love live character generator i made in like my first year of university. i forgot where it is. its out there somewhere LOL

[dieselpvnk]

(PLEASE click for better quality) VIOLENCE VIOLENCE MURDER KILL MAIM DESTROY

[itspileofgoodthings]

Had a revelation this week that was so healing. just. gentle and life-altering.

[aweeee]

me “man, i should mod pacific drive to add my own music onto the radio!” VS the steps in actually doing it:

[strawberrybyers]

let me tell you as someone who survived pop music artists stan twitter or whatever it’s called, marvel twitter, game of thrones twitter, and bts twitter (i wasn’t really involved with stranger things twitter but i trust you guys when you say it’s terrible)— it’s a shit show over on that app. like when people say they don’t want twitter users here, they’re not saying it to be gatekeep-y or whatever. they’re saying it because they don’t want to deal with seeing or experiencing any harassment.

twitter thrives off of toxicity. i think you can definitely attempt to create a healthy space for yourself depending on what your interests are, but i imagine that’d be hard because even if you don’t interact with anyone, you’re still seeing others interact with people in a horrible way. i know that being a part of fandoms that are big always led to there being drama every single day and drove me away from even wanting to talk about my interests. people really do help curate the experience you have with whatever you’re a fan of and when the people are bullying, harassing, and being rude; you suddenly do not like that thing all that much anymore.

you really have to experience twitter to fully understand it in my opinion. there’s a certain way that it works and it becomes very cliquish/cultish and idk it sounds dramatic for sure but the ones who have been on twitter and are saying it’s a bad place understand 100%.

[gummybugg]

O the urge to make my story end like Hamlet for no apparent reason besides the Allure of Tragedy

[herequeerexitentialfear]

Honestly i love Celia & Ramettos dynamic because like... we said it was us against the world, two under dogs in a perpetual rat race, we swore to climb up together that no matter who favored or lead us we would remember who we started at the bottom with. other people can say they love us but only we can trust each other because only we have no reason to lie to each other. blood brothers till the end.

and then Celia became the front runner in the race, then Celia became the top dog, Celia climbed up the ladder as other fell to their deaths, and hes still at the fucking bottom. she can throw down a rope to him, but he doesn't want her pity, he wanted to climb together. he doesn't want a leader he wants a friend, and before he can do anything his best friend and supposedly forever ally looks like someone who hurts him, who he cant trust. because she has to be a leader and worry and so she lies to him, she doesn't trust him with her secrets anymore, because shes got bigger things to worry about, because when your at the bottom your vision is so narrow, and hes been left behind with who she used to be.

He knows Tesoro, knows Elena, two leaders, two people who fought their way to the top- but they started half way, they didnt linger at the bottom, propelled by skill or infamy into the upper battles. He knows he cant trust them, he knows they lie to him and hes accepted that, thats just who they are and the burden of their position. in their world, your either a leader or a follower, your rarely get to change. Celia was an anomaly, so settled into being a grunt, a follower- and yet she became a leader- and as petty as the thought is, betrayed their bond as underdogs.

Celia started just like him, but now shes so much more, having gone somewhere he cant follow, carrying a weight he cant lift. Conficcare, of all of them, mourns who Celia used to be the most, and hates her all the more for it, for leaving him behind with the ghost of who she used to be as his only company for him in his weakness.

[garyfischy]

my controversial opinion is that the henchmen wouldnt have gay yaoi sex with each other

[sugarfortia]

PSA: The blog formerly known as sugarfortia is now owned by THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE

[mejomonster]

Sometimes I feel like I write really... simple? Which isn't a bad thing. Just sometimes rereading my stuff feels like I'm reading a fairy tale (ignoring the actual Faerie Stories I write galore lol)

[tryingtimi]

Scattered Confessions: Avelyn Dione

I remember being afraid of you.

You’d be smiling at me for starting like this, I know. But I want to tell you everything. Everything and more, in the same way you always do: raw and bare. So I start like this.

I remember being afraid of you.

I do, because I still am.

Not in the way you'd ever think. Perhaps no one would. But, yes, I am.

The first time we met, you saved my life. Right after you showed me your worst. I have seen your rawest wound before I could ever have a chance to glimpse at your best.

It’s been ironic, in some way.

As ironic as the moment when you told me you were afraid of me too. It was something I never expected to hear, lest from you. Still, it left me wonder.

Perhaps that was the moment when everything changed.

You’ve always been a monumental statue, you know. An icon, a legend. Cold, yet caring. Devoted, yet distant. One who seemed to step out of a myth, not having the needs and desires of the living. The worries of the lot. No one seemed to be able to hurt or wound you. Let alone touch you. A statue, with marble to skin and stone to heart.

Ever an idealist, was I not?

It was cruel of me, thinking that. That was why it frightened me when I realized I craved to hear you saying you want something, anything. To show a glimpse of yourself. To catch a little of you. To make myself stop worrying about you, despite your show of being fine.

Because worry I did.

We clashed once. You were the first person I stood up to. In the name of not letting you teach a lesson the same harsh way you needed to experience it. I’m still not certain if I was right, yet you listened to me. You thanked me after that. For stopping you, for caring, for opening your eyes. You might have known I didn’t want to let you do it when it seemed to pain you too.

Perhaps that was the moment everything changed.

You were beside me when the truth crashed me. Of course you were. A quiet caretaker of those in need. That’s what you always have been. With your soul out in the open, and still guarded, hidden in some way.

A statue, that always giving, its presence inspiring, yet not getting anything themself.

You pulled away, when I tried to. You know you did. It wasn’t an argument, but we had our differences. That was the moment you confessed your fear of me, and so I did mine. We laughed it off. It was the first time I heard you genuinely laugh.

Perhaps that was the moment everything changed.

I never hated you, despite your accusation. No, quiet the opposite. I thought you someone who people admired — even if they did it from afar. I was among them. I needed to be after realizing what you had done to me. How you helped me see the world as it is, stripping down my naive ignorance toward reality. How you helped me see the world as it is, so I could chose to act as I wish, instead of doing it blindly. You have given me a shield, an armor, one I could use to protect others and myself as well if I wanted to.

Maybe that is why I can never forget the first time you let me brace you. Let me feel that marble skin softly curmbling under my fingers. It wasn’t quiet an embrace, yet you let me near yourself.

Perhaps that was the moment everything changed.

I long to tell you about the poems you remind me of. All the beautifully woven chain of emotions I cannot put into words myself.

You once told me I must be adequate, and eloquent considering my education. Well, look at me. At this mess of a letter.

It’s full of you. A repetition of you. I cannot talk or think about anything else, but you.

You.

You.

Always you.

I remember being afraid of you, but I cannot recall when have I fallen in love with you.

And I only realized this now.

Perhaps this was the moment everything changed.

Or, nothing ever had.

Because I do, I love you.

I am in love with you.

I may as well always have been.