Well your defense Raph does seem like he’s not much of a talker. All my favorite characters end up being introverted loners who are snarky like yours truly. Much like Raph my snark can come off mean when that’s not my intention I am just sassy by nature it’s how I learned to get around my anxiety and get out how I feel. I see Raph struggling to put how he feels into words so he uses sarcasm.
Aha! Validated by Raph expert, take that Insecurities
I feel like their sass would be another thing Raph and Donny would bond over (my apologies to everyone ever for not spelling his name consistently). Mikey and Leo can definitely sass back, especially Mikey, but it’s much more… idk performative? Like they spent time thinking up a joke and are purposely delivering it. Raph and Don are both much more deadpan
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*Jumps in* ECHO!!!! Love the helluva boss/ Hazbin hotel si, saw the new fos. What was your thought process for your si? I really like them so far. Also could you tell me about Octavia? How did you and her met and how does your relationship work?
Thank you!!! I'm having a lot of fun developing the selfships so far!
My s/i was made for my selfship with Stolas, originally: I just really felt like I wanted to spend more time with him after I finished the show, and although he wasn't my main blorbo from the canon content, he was the one that I wanted to make a self-insert for.
I thought about a fwb friendship for .5 seconds, but I pretty solidly headcanon Stolas as a gay who would specifically not be interested in my body type, and I'm not overly interested in him in a sexy way, so I chucked that idea. I was still interested in his relationship with kink, and things came together from there!
I think the perk of the 'professional dominatrix with a nonsexual working relationship' dynamic is that it really leaves space for Blitzx in the world: they cover very different territory for Stolas, and I didn't really want to get in between that relationship with my selfship.
On the kiddo side:
I met Octavia about a year into knowing Stolas, when she was sixteen. Stolas had started talking about her when we were having coffee and debriefs, and I knew she was having a bit of a rough time. I was curious about her, and she was that teenaged mix of dubious and wanting to share her interests. She reminded me a lot of my own teen years, of course.
We were on peripheral friendly terms until Stolas got with Blitzx, and then we kind of bonded over complaining about their relationship. I had an absolute go at Stolas about his treatment of Octavia a couple months into the Blitzx arrangement and I think that cinched the two of us as a team.
I help with getting her out of the house during the divorce proceedings: we like to go shopping together at the antique markets and oddities shops. I'm definitely not a full parent figure, but I think as she grows up I'm kind of an adoptive auntie to her, there for some advice and listening to her new musical interests.
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or can you make sewis toxic
the gc said what if seb n lewis were teammates at merc during baku 2017 earlier today and my brain is fucking melted and this came out. what if lewis went to ferrari after 2016. what if baku happened while they’re were both in the title fight for a wdc with ferrari and make it be the worst possible scenario. what then
“I’m not very nice today,” Sebastian laughs, titling back in his chair, smile bright and toothy, red shirt loose and too big along his shoulders. His fingers are ringless, tapping away on the arm of his chair, no bracelets either excerpt for a thin material one, faded blue, and a thick sensible watch. “Sorry.”
He doesn’t sound sorry but then again, Sebastian never does. Lewis only shrugs, letting his eyes soften, reaching over to bump Sebastian’s chest with his closed fist, light and easy. Mattia is peering over the file in his hand from across the room. “It’s alright, man. Losing can be difficult to swallow.”
Sebastian is far too good at his job to glare at Lewis. His smile simply widens, chin tilting down so he can glance up through his lashes. “You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?”
Lewis laughs, stretching his legs out in front of him, feet crossed at the ankles, until his back clicks quietly. “I would,” Lewis says and the helmet painted in Lewis’s colours on the shelf behind Mattia holds the exact same number of stars, one grey, two silver, one red, as Sebastian has titles. You’re not special, Lewis thinks. Not to me. I see you. I know you as a racer. As a human being. I. See. You.
I’m not Mark Webber, Lewis had said to him, last year after they had handed him the trophey and he’d become the first Ferrari world champion since Kimi. Sebastian had only laughed, furious and spitting and grinning, no?
Nah, Lewis had leaned in close, smelling his sweat and champagne and the race track that always seems to cling to Sebastian. I’ve beat you in your own team, haven’t I?
That hadn’t wiped the smile off of Sebastian’s face, nothing had that year, not once he started losing and never stopped, but something in his eyes had flickered, got you, and he had said, they aren’t my team, like it was awful and terrible and the worst thing he could think of. He didn’t say they’re yours because apart from the very few times Sebastian very distinctly is, he generally isn’t much of a liar.
Lewis had known him a long time at this point, as a friend and stranger and colleague and rival and teammate and ally and rival, and had just shrugged. Yeah, they are, man. They’re Ferrari, they’ll never be mine. And they’ve got to be someone’s — too needy not to be.
Then why are you here. It was the first time since Lewis signed the contract on the heels of 2016 that he saw Sebastian desperate and it was even partly real. Maybe I just want to win with every team, Lewis had watched Sebastian’s fingers pull at the sleeves of his race suit, the material damp and thick. That’s what the papers are saying, anyway, so it must be true.
Sebastian hadn’t said anything to that, jaw still set and tight, knuckles white where he had twisted them into the material. Lewis could’ve forgiven him for choosing Nico over him, or at least, not choosing Lewis. Could’ve and did. He was even able to forgive him for not saying anything when the shit stupid jokes came back after he signed and the Tifosi lost their shit, bouncing back and forth between ecstasy over getting Lewis Hamilton in Ferrari, stealing him from Mercedes as if Lewis hadn’t walked away on his own two feet, and the horror of having a black driver in their beloved team.
What he is not able to let go, and probably couldn’t even if he tried, is Sebastian not taking back what he said after Baku, never telling anyone that he was wrong, even after the FIA of all people stood in Lewis’s corner. It wouldn’t have hurt so much except —
Well, Lewis had thought, hadn’t he, and —
— it didn’t matter. Not in the end.
Sometimes, Lewis looks at Sebastian, beside him on the podium, across a team briefing, staring in front of him, behind, right there, and he hates him. He’s pretty sure that they could’ve, maybe, possibly, been something.
Sometimes, he even catches Sebastian staring back but for all that he swans around, all open palms and look here, look, look, I’ve got nothing to hide, I swear, he can be so very difficult to read. And it’s been a over a year since Lewis has trusted himself around the other man.
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👀 for vera, polly, and dahlia
Vera - Dirty Thoughts.
Vera would never admit it but she does catch herself thinking about Miranda being dominant towards her, Vera is very used to having to be tough and bossy towards others so Miranda in a sense offers someone who Vera can let take the rains without feeling bad since after all Miranda is a real princess so that removes any of the social shame Vera would fear otherwise. So a lot of things of Miranda ordering her around or "using" her for sex (aka in this context fucking Vera's brains out without too much care, just enough for it to be safe, sane and consensual.)
Polly - Dirty Thoughts.
Other than the orgy that Polly daydreams about with all the other ro's. Polly would like to "ride" the merdragon, perhaps while dressed like a cowgirl, she also thinks a lot about what fucking under the sea with Miri would be like since it'd be 0G
Dahila - Dirty Thoughts.
H*lding hands, but fr I think Dahila thinks a lot about being naked with Miri, not having sex but perhaps a friedly wrestle or perhaps she'd be kissing Miri all over pretty much in a act of body worship. She normally mentally brushs that all off as a normal thing to think about when it comes to someone she sees as her equal and bestie.
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