#it's gonna be fun and colourful and not work appropriate

[badassindistress]

I am having to contend with an unconscionable amount of urgent emails lately so it's time for drastic measures:

Time for a rainbow dragon dress!

(Many thanks to @ratheralark who kindly offered to ferry fabric all the way across the atlantic for me)

[tazzmanian-devil]

heres my entry for the “donnies shitty terrible girlfriend” competition. wait what do you mean its not a competition

@nerves-nebula said i can do whatever i want forever so i decided to make amphibian propaganda. if amphibian doesnt win ill...ill...i dont know, throw up maybe. she doesnt have a mouth but she CAN beam words into your brain, or something.

[ohtobeleah]

Clover Club // Robert Floyd

Summary: After a near fatal accident, Bob comes face to face with the reality that time really is fleeting. Deciding that taking the leap to love you while he has the change is better than to not have had the chance at all.

Warnings: Robert Floyd x Reader. Mickey Garcia x Stepsister!reader. Depictions of injuries sustained from a serious car accident. ANGST! & a lil bit of fluff.

Word Count: 8.3k

Author Note: I don’t wanna hear shit about this one. This is 100% Whump. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m sick in the head—but this entire concept was inspired by Claire’s accident in McLeods Daughter’s. If you aren’t Australian and haven’t seen it just look it up on YouTube. SAD BOI HOUR. Also: this also serves as a milestone post—thanks for the 2k following.

Bob hated his birthday. He had for three years. Not because he didn't like presents or because he didn't like cake. It wasn't because he did have friends and family who would celebrate with him each and every year that passed. It wasn't because he was a lonely person or someone who didn't mind the day being about him.

It was because it served as a memory of the women he lost. A memory he could never ever forget even if he tried. How could he? Reaching out across his bed to be met with emptiness– Bob opened his eyes with a long drawn out yawn. Looking around the bedroom to be met with just himself. Sitting up, Bob threw his legs over the side of the bed. Noticing the date on the alarm clock that sat on his bedside table.

His Birthday–

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

Three years earlier

“This is just perfect, he’s gonna be thrilled—“ Rooster placed his hands on your shoulders excitedly as he shook you slightly. Standing behind you as he admired the birthday decorations that you’d worked hard to hang up around the entirety of the Hard Deck. Fairy lights and birthday streamers. Helium balloons in all different colours, and the birthday banner that read Happy Birthday Bob. “Bobs gonna love it.”

“You think so?” Rooster thought that you and Bob should have gotten together a long time ago. He thought you were two of the best people he knew and the undeniable chemistry you two both gave off whenever you were left alone to your own devices together just seemed like a perfect match. But that was just his opinion. The matter of fact was you and Robert Floyd weren’t even dating. It was more of a situationship than anything else. A blooming romance that enjoyed taking its sweet sweet time developing. “I just hope it’s not too much.” Planning Bob a surprise party for Bob’s birthday wasn’t something you thought you’d ever do, but it had been fun nonetheless.

“No, this?” Rooster questioned as he jumped over the bar, working quickly to pour himself a glass of beer from the tap. “It’s perfect.” Snatching the schooner from Rooster's hand before he could take a sip, you sent him a warning glare. Having followed him right around the bar before he could get too comfortable.

“Penny doesn’t like it when you flyboys come behind the bar—“ You reminded him, watching as Rooster rolled his eyes and slumped his shoulders in defeat. Trudging along as he went to sit at a barstool. “I need to pick up Mickey from the airport and stop by Bensons to get the cake. Can you finish getting this place all decked out before the birthday boy arrives?” You wouldn’t consider yourself a hard task master. Simply a bartender who had a thing for the big eyed bigger soul weapons systems officer who’d always given you the time of day. But with the way Bradley Bradshaw was looking at you like you’d just asked him to cut off his own arm—perhaps a hard task master was more appropriate. “Rooster—?”

“Two on the house beers and a bowl of fries and you got yourself a deal.” Rooster beamed as he leaned on the bar. His elbows pressed against oak as you looked at him dumbfounded.

“On the house just means out of my paycheck you jerk!” Sighing as you fished your keys from your back pocket. “But fine, whatever—I really don’t have time to argue.” Stepping out from behind the bar you threw Rooster the keys to the bar. It wasn’t yet open for patrons. “Don’t do anything stupid till I get back.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Rooster shouted back as you raced out the door. Looking at your watch you had about an hour and a half to get Mickey and Bobs birthday cake before meeting Rooster and the rest of the TopGun gang back at Hard Deck. You’d planned everything perfectly, even reached out to Bob's family. His hometown friends, everyone who was important to him. “Drive safe!”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“So, are you and Bob a thing yet?” Mickey Garcia had been in your life since you were about five years old. His mother had been dating your father and as the years went on? He became your step brother. Officially. “I mean—if you’re planning the guy a whole ass birthday I think you should at least make a move don’t you think?” Mickey had been visiting your parents in Seattle on his annual leave, coming back just in time to make it for Bob's birthday.

“I’m pretty content just waiting in the shallow end.” You’d been hurt before. Pretty bad as a matter of fact. Driving back towards the Hard Deck with precious cargo in the back seat. Bob's birthday cake—the massive three layer sponge cake with fresh cream and white chocolate caramel. “We have time, I’m just trying not to get too involved, I mean—I think he might be interested. But I also just don’t wanna get my hopes up. And I’ve already told everyone to say it was you.”

“Me! I haven’t even been here!” Mickey laughed to himself in disbelief. “Bob is gonna know straight away that this was all you.” Mickey was probably right, but you weren’t about to put yourself out there like that. Not when you weren’t entirely sure where you stood. Sure, you’d really like to be exclusive? If that’s what you’d even call it. There’s been a handful of dates, a few moments where eye’s lingered and lips almost connected. But maybe Bob just wasn’t in it. Or maybe you were reading too much into it to begin with. “Besides, he’s different. I don’t think Bob would ever hurt you, not like—“

“Mickey—“ Cutting off your brother with a sigh, you shook your head softly as you drove down the road. “You don’t need to bring him up.” Your ex boyfriend had been that bad, that when you finally managed to get away all you took were the clothes on your back. Mickey was the whole reason you ended up in Miramar—when he’d found out that the daggers were staying as a specialist unit, he hooked you up with a job working for Penny. Keeping you close by surrounded by people who’d always protect you. He never expected you’d stay on your own accord. That accord being one Robert Floyd.

“All I’m saying is Bob is good people, he does like you, talks about you all the time to anyone who falls victim to it.” That made your heart skip a beat. You hadn’t really felt this way about someone since high school. It felt childish—but in the best of ways. “Maybe just try to get him to yourself tonight?”

“Can’t, working behind the bar—“ It wasn’t uncommon for you to get side tracked talking to Bob as you cleaned tables and collected discarded glasses. Although you knew Bob wasn’t a drinker, he was one of the only few you’d ever bring a fresh glass to every so often. His order always the same every time. Lemonade with lots of ice, lime wedge on top.

“That has never stopped you before.” Mickey taunted as he looked down at his phone. “It’s beyond me how anyone actually gets a drink whenever you’re working and Bobs in the building.” You couldn’t help but to laugh with Mickey as you felt your cheeks heating at the embarrassment. The smitten kind of embarrassment. “You’re like a moth drawn to a flame—“

“I’ll drop you on the side of the road if yo—“ In an instant, what had been a simple drive back to the Hard Deck as the sun set, turned into a horrific scene of twisted aluminium and bloody bodies.

“WATCH OUT!!” It came out of nowhere, leaving you with little to no time to react more than slamming your foot down on the break. Only to be completely cleaned up by the car coming at you at what felt like the speed of goddamn light. The sound of tires screeching and glass shattering rang through your head as airbags did the best they could to stop your head from smacking violently against whatever part of your car you were thrown against as you rolled and rolled and rolled. Your car ended up at the bottom of the embankment just a five minute drive from the Hard Deck. If you looked close enough with your eyes squinted slightly, you could see it. The lights that had begun to glow a people that looked the size of ants swarmed in.

“Mickey?” You cried as you tried to move. Trapped. “Mickey you there?” There was no response as you listened closely for something, anything to give you a sign of life. Nothing. “Oh, oh god—“ Panic set in quickly as you felt yourself disappearing, the edge of darkness threatening to take you victim as your head spun and eyes rolled. Blood dripped from your mouth. The last thing you consciously remember thinking before coming to a complete stop was the cake sitting in the back seat. The car kept slipping down the embankment, slowly but surely creeping further and further away from the line of sight of oncoming cars. There’s no way it survived. Dizzy and feeling like you were hanging from the roof, you let the taste of iron consume you. Tired, you just needed to close your eyes for abit.

***~***~***~***~***~***~

Bob had the slightest inkling that you had been up to something. He just wasn’t entirely sure what that something was. But as he came through the front doors of the Hard Deck and was taken aback by all the decorations, the balloons, the birthday banner that read Happy Birthday Bob. He knew in that moment you were behind this entire get together.

“SURPRISE!!!” Everyone in the entire bar cheered and shouted as Bob looked around at all his friends and family that had all come together to celebrate his birthday. It wasn’t something he did every year. Not one big on birthday celebrations. But as he looked around—his eyes scanning the entirety of the bar, looking amongst a sea of people? How could Bob not love his birthday even for a moment. You’d done this all for him he knew that the second he saw the specific way the streamers were twisted. But where on earth were you?

“Happy Birthday man, how’s it feeling huh? Another year older?” Hangman teased as he handed Bob a birthday hat. Something childish alright but it kept with the theme. Bob Accepted it with a smile and nodded in response as he tried to hide the blush creeping over his cheeks.

“Feels good—yeah, hey have you seen Clov?”

“Is she not behind the bar?” Jake responded with a questioning brow. If you weren’t here where the fuck were you? “Ah well, she can’t be too far away right?”

“No, yeah no I guess you’re probably right.” Bob tried to shake the almost gut wrenching feeling he had. Checking his phone to see if you’d messaged him, if he’d missed a call. The last text you sent being the one you sent him on his lunch break—reminding him to arrive on time. Sending you a quick message asking where you were before joining in on the festivities the best he could.

***~***~***~***~***~***~

It was the smell of gasoline and burning rubber that broke Mickey Garcia out of his unconscious state. His first instinct was to unclip his seatbelt which had him hurtling towards the roof of the car that had somehow become the floor. With a groan, he crawled out of the broken passenger side window—army crawling his way along the dirt and grass that shattered glass had covered without a rhyme or reason.

Laying on his back, Mickey closed his eyes as dry blood covered his face. A deep gash still dripped fresh blood down the left side of his cheek. He could feel it dripping.

“Fuck—“ His torso hurt from where the seatbelt had locked up against him. Probably the only thing besides the airbags that saved his life. “What the hell—?” It shouldn’t have come as an afterthought but it did. “Oh fuck, hey—Clover!” Scrambling to his feet, stumbling as he held his hand to his torso, Mickey crouched down near your window. “Clover can you hear me?” It wasn’t your name, Clover. More so of a designated call sign the resident Aviators you surround yourself with had given you. You’d brought the cocktail with you when you started at the Hard Deck. Asked Penny if you could redo the cocktail menu. A Clover Club had quickly become the special. The mix of raspberry, gin and egg whites winning over the crew who seemed to take you under their wing. “Clover, hey—!” It looked like the scene from Carrie, the one where blood was just dumped over her entire being. Your seatbelt doing God’s work holding you into your chair upside down. Unconscious.

“Help!” Mickey could smell the gasoline leaking from somewhere close to him, so close and so strong it burnt the hair in his nose. “Help me–!” A voice so panicked sent shivers down Mickey's spine as he turned to see the other car. The one who had hit you, the one that had come out of absolute nowhere at a million miles and hour. “Please–” Checking your pulse carefully and as gently as he could, Mickey left you for much longer than he liked as he raced across to the other car, the man trying to claw his way out of the driver's side window. glass cut and dug into his skin as he fell to the ground. Bloodied, broken and bruised.

“You alright?”

“Does it fucking look like i’m alright! You guys hit me!?” Mickey couldn't believe what he was hearing, he did his best to assess the man as he kneeled beside him. “What the hell even happened.” Without question, Mickey knew the man was drunk. He could smell it just as prominently as he could smell the leaking gasoline.

“Okay, we need to get some help out here.” Looking around Mickey could see the Dard Deck just off in the distance. He could run it if he really needed to. Where was his phone? Patting himself down he realised it must have gone flying in the wreck somewhere. “Do you have a phone sir?”

“I did, somewhere, I was arguing with my wife.” Fucking perfect. A double whammy if there ever was one. Drunk and using his mobile. With a throbbing head and a weak constitution for blood, Mickey stood to his feet, making his way back to you. Just in time too, you were coming back to him. Squeezing your hand to gain your attention, Mickey crawled slightly into the car. Assessing if he should hit your seatbelt buckle or not.

“Mickey?” It came out so soft. Barley even audible as you came to. “What–what's going on?” Trying his best to keep you as calm as possible, Mickey sent you a soft smile. Looking up at you as you looked down at him. Blood dripping everywhere.

“Just had a bit of an accident–” Mickey squeezed your hand as he shimmied further into the car along broken glass. “But I feel like we should try and get you out of here, I'm not a big fan of the smell coming from the engine Clov.”

“Oh god, Bob–” It actually pained him to hear you say it. “It’s his birthday, the cake.”

“They’ll be other cakes Clover, but not another you alright?” Trying to keep his voice as calm as he could, Mickey's heart sunk into his chest. Your legs had been jammed up under the steering wheel column. Jagged edges of plastic from your dash stuck into your thighs, ripping them apart like no tomorrow. So deep he wore he saw bone. “How are you feeling?”

“Been better.” Coughing slightly, blood bubbled up forcing you to cough a little more aggressively. “Im so sorry Mic–”

“Not your fault at all.” Mickey was trying his best to keep himself together as he tried to look for his phone, to no avail. “But I do have to go get help so I can get you outta here.” It was almost as if you’d just woken up and realised what was actually going on. Because the minute you felt Mickey slightly pull his hand away from out of your grasp, you panicked. Tears fell with the gravity of being trapped upside down.

“No no no, don't leave me.” Begging as you cried, trying to unbuckle your seatbelt. It had become jammed from the impact. “Mickey don't you leave me here to die, please–please don't leave me.”

“Clov I can’t not get help.” Mickey tried his best to convince you, but you weren't having a bar of it. Clawing at your seatbelt trying to set yourself free as your steering wheel column dug deeper and deeper into your thighs. “Clover stop!” Mickey tried his best to still you, your hair caked with blood as he held you still. He assumed that there was so much adrenaline pumping through your veins that you couldn’t feel the damage being done to your legs. Either that or shock. “You’re stuck, please don’t make it worse by moving—“

“Get me out Mick—“ It was the worst kind of plea for help because Mickey Garcia was in over his head. He didn’t know what to do. On one hand he could find a way, but the damage he could do in the process might outweigh the cost of setting you free. On the other hand? He leaves you here to get help, what if you weren’t to make it? How could he ever live with himself? “I’m serious, get me out!” Screaming at the top of your lungs as you tried with all your might to free yourself.

“Hey shh, shh—listen?” Mickey looked around the roof of the car which had become the floor, your phone lit up across the other side. With his emotions running wild as he tried to reach it Mickey groaned. It was Rooster trying to get a hold of you. “Shit, I can’t get to it.” Just as Mickey was reaching for your phone it stopped ringing out—a loud overpowering explosion consuming you both entirely. Sending the car rolling over a little more down the embankment. Mickey had smacked his head as the car rolled, rendering him unconscious as you laid pressed against the steering wheel still trapped.

“Mickey?” It hurt to breathe. “Mickey!?” It hurt to speak. “MICKEY!” You didn’t know what had happened—what had caused the car to shift again. To roll over. Whatever blood had rushed to your head while you had been upside down was now pumping back through the rest of your body.

And fuck did it hurt.

Rooster stood on the front porch of the Hard Deck biting his cuticle as he listened to your voicemail for the third time. Where the hell were you? You should have been back by now? By a while.

“Dude? Where’s Clover? I thought she was the one who set this whole thing up?” Jake questioned as he came to stand with Rooster, picking up on the decorated pilot's worry.

“Should’ve been back by now.” As Rooster clicked on your contact once again—Jake jumped slightly beside him at the explosive fireball that shot up in the near distance. Just down the road.

“Holy shit what the hell was that?”

“Whatever it was, it can’t be good—“ Watching as the fire ball dissipated and thick black smoke followed in its tracks, Jake and Bradley were both too scared to admit to one another that they both had the same gut wrenching feeling. What if it had something to do with you? “We should check it out—“

“Yeah no doubt.” Before the two men could get very far down the front steps of the Hard Deck, Bob was coming after them.

“Oh my god, what happened over there?”

“We’re gonna go check it out man.” Rooster explained. “Stay here, enjoy the festivities! It’s your birthday.” Bob didn’t want to admit it, but without you there to taunt and tease? He wasn’t having all that good of a time. “Sure it’s nothing.”

“Well if you’re sure it’s nothing we’ll be quick and be back before anyone even notices, right?” Bob stood his ground. Hesitant to drop the subject because what Rooster didn’t know, what Jake didn’t know, what Bob didn’t know—was that they were all thinking the same thing. But no one wanted to say it out of pure fear. “So what are we doing still standing here?”

“He’s right, let’s just check it out and get back before everyone throws a tantrum—“ Jake had become a little less jerky and a whole lot more tolerable since the success of the uranium mission. But he still had his moments.

The road was pretty much a straight shot to where the explosion had been. The three aviators all jogged somewhat seriously towards the fire. The smell of gasoline and what could only be described as a mix of burning rubber, aluminium and human flesh completely consuming them the closer they got.

“Oh shit–” Jake saw it first. The familiar silver of your Toyota Corolla caught his attention as it sat crumbled up in the embankment next to what he could only imagine had been another car. Completely engulfed by flames. “Fuck–” Pausing in his tracks as he gripped Bob by the forearms. Pulling him back as his eyes widened. Realising it was your car. His heart immediately racing in his chest. “Don't do it to yourself man, go back to the Hard De–” Ripping his arm out of Jake's grip, Bob raced down the embankment, sliding down on his arse to avoid the steep incline and force of gravity. “Call an ambulance man–” Jake's voice was soft as he gestured to Rooster who stood completely gobsmacked by the sight before him. There was no fucking way anyone would walk away from this?

“Clover!!” Bob shouted as he stood to his feet. “Clov? Are you there?” In retrospect, yes it was a stupid question to ask. But Bob didn't know what else to ask. “Clov!” When he finally laid his eyes on you Bob held back his imident automatic response to throw up the entire content of his stomach. “Oh my god–” With a hand over his mouth to sooth the urge, Bob tried his best to open the door. Pulling at the handle to absolutely no avail.

“Won't work–” With your head resting against the steering wheel, you mumbled softly with your eyes closed. Conserving whatever energy you had left. Whatever light. “Bob–”

“Hey pretty girl.” Bob’s bottom lip quivered as he pulled himself through the broken window. Being careful enough to avoid the shards that threatened to slice his torso. “What happened, hey? Do you remember?” All he got as a response was a soft moan, anguish evident. “Can you open your eyes for me?” Bob was careful as he moved your blood stained hair from your face. Dried and stuck in the cuts and gashes that covered your cheeks, your forehead. Watching as your eyelids fluttered open and blood dripped from your slightly open mouth. “There she is, hi Clov.”

“Hi–” It was all you could muster up the strength to say. Small almost inaudible responses. “Mickey?” Bob wasn't thinking straight, he hadnt even thought that Mickey would be with you. He hadn't noticed Mickey sprawled in the back after being thrown around when the car rolled again.It was supposed to be a surprise. Pulling himself out of the window to turn back to Jake who had managed to find a way in, retrieving Mickey from the back before placing him on the ground.

“He’s got a good pulse, I don't know shit else Bob, they aren't in a good position–can you get Clover out?” Statement, question, statement, question. That's all Bob heard. He couldn't think straight. Couldn't see, couldn't hear. This was the woman of his dreams he was dealing with. He’d been too afraid to make a solid move on. “Bob!”

“Sorry, Sorry–ill uh, i'll try.” Shaking himself out of his own head Bob turned back to where you sat trapped in the driver's seat. Assessing the situation. “Clov, I'm gonna try to unclip your seatbelt, yeah?” You’d gone back to just responding with groans, eyes closed. “Open your eyes for me.” Bob reminded you as he reached in and around to unclip the belt that had come loose in the last roll. Shifting you slightly forwards when it unsnapped. Your eyes open just barley.

“I got you–got you a cake.” Okay. Maybe Bob could work with this. Keeping you occupied with absent minded conversation while he stayed with you till the ambulance arrived.

“You did? What flavour was it?” Bob's heart dropped out of his arse when he saw the damage that had been done to your legs. Specifically your thighs, completely cut into and torn off the goddamn bone from your sternwheel column. Completing trapping you regardless if he was able to get the door off its hinges. “Clover, what flavour was the cake?” He wasn't giving up, but Bob quickly realised the best thing he could do would be to just say with you, keep you talking.

“White Chocolate Caramel.” There was not a part of you that wasn't covered in blood. Bob knew the human body held a lot, but he’d never seen it leaking from so many places before.

“Well, I'm sure it would have been perfect.” searching for your hand, Bob gripped it as tight as he could. “I'm here okay, I'm not going anywhere, helps coming Clov.” This had to be the sickest joke the universe had ever pulled on Robert Floyd. He had a plan, you see. Bob was pretty sure that tonight would be the night he finally worked up enough courage to ask you if you wanted to date. Start off slow, go with the flow. Enjoy each other's company more exclusively. He wasn't sure if he’d ever get the chance to now.

“Guys, I'm pretty sure there's a dead guy burning over near the other car–” Rooster shouted as he raced down the embankment. “Ambulance is like five minutes away.” Bob didn't reply, he was too caught up with you. His eyes weren’t leaving yours as you just sat there, resting against your steering wheel. Face squished.

“Bob?” It was a sob. Clear as day. Bob noticed the tears welling in your eyes as they fell down your cheek. Mixing with the dried blood that caked your skin.

“Yeah Clov, I'm here.” Squeezing your hand as you gave him nothing back. Your fingers just twitching ever so slightly.

“I really like you, like a lot.” You didn't feel good at all, something was very wrong and you didn't want Bob to go about his life wondering if you did or didn't like him. Despite your insecurities? Bob had been a good friend. Always. You just needed him to know that there was more than friendship on your part. Just in case. “Just need you to know–” Coughing up blood as you really struggled to keep your eyes open and tried on Bob. “Just in case–”

“You aren't dying on me.” Bob was stern when you leaned further into the car. His face just inches away from yours. “You don't get to die on me, God if you die on me Clov i'll be–”

“Angry?” Of course he’d be angry, you ruined his birthday.

“Completely and utterly heartbroken.” Bob finished his sentence before you could let your mind run wild with the thought of Bob being angry at you. “I couldn't never be angry at you.” It was the Silence that fell as your face changed. Stilling as muscles relaxed and your breathing shallow even more than what it already was. “Clover? Hey– Clov you stay with me alright?” Bob panicked as he pushed your hair back out of your face. Your hand fell limp in his as you smiled softly at him just one more time. Your vision blurred and became dark and dazed. Sirens alerted Bob to the fact that emergency services were just getting to you now. They began racing down the embankment with gear they needed.

“What I would give to know what it would be like to be loved by you.” It was the last thing you said before darkness came for you, going completely limp as a steady stream of blood poured from your mouth. Eyes still open as your entire body weight collapsed onto the steering wheel. Bob couldn't believe it. No–he wouldnt let you just fucking die on him.

“Clover!!! Hey, no no no no don't you do this to me! Don't you do this, c’mon, you're alright.” Complete denial had set in as he tapped your cheek trying to get you to wake up. “No baby don't do this, please don't leave me–”

“Sir, step aside!” The paramedics on sight were quick to push Bob to the side. The feeling of his hand slipping out of yours Bob swore he’d never forget. “She's not breathing! Let's get her out of here quickly!” Bob stumbled back as he felt his heart racing, tears streamed down his face until his back crashed against Rooster. Finally breaking as he fell to his knees. Listening to the paramedics as they worked on you. “Where's the defib?” “I can't get a pulse!” “Pass me the saw now!!!”

“Bob?” It was Mickey's voice that pulled Bob out of his own head. Watching as paramedics placed him on a stretch with his neck in a brace just for good measure. “She loves you, you know.” Your blood was all over his hands, his shirt, his jeans. Bob couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think of anything else but how he’d never get a chance to love you as fiercely as you deserved to be loved.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

As you cleared the empty glasses from the top of the tables, you caught the sight of Bob in your peripheral. Sitting off to the side while the rest of the aviators he’d accompanied to the Hard Deck played a game of pool. Respectfully—it wasn’t Bob's thing. The pool table and booze weren’t what he came to the Hard Deck for. It was and always would be to see you.

“You want another drink Lieutenant?” Still working to clear the table before turning to face Bob with a smirk. “I can make you a mean mocktail.”

“You know I hate asking—“ Bob looked down at the empty glass of lemonade that he held in his lap.

“It’s not asking if I’m offering.” Taking the glass from Bob's hand, you stayed comfortably between his legs as his hand moved to glide against the side of your thigh, fingers playing with the hem of your waitressing apron. “One Clover Club mocktail coming right up.” It all seemed to give you a case of Déjà vu. You’d done this before.

Too many times to count.

“What about the cake?” Bob questioned as his eyes lingered down towards your thigh. Confused, you tilted his chin up with your fingers.

“What cake?” Huh, this was new. This wasn’t what you were expecting Bob to say.

“My birthday cake—“ Reaching out to cup your cheek, Bob left a bloody handprint against your cheek. “You ruined it.”

“What are you talking about?” Storm clouds were quick to take over the sunny sky that had been blistering outside the Hard Deck. Glass shattered around you as three branches smashed into the bar. “Bob! What’s going on!?” Falling to the ground on top of you—Bob protected you from the wild weather and broken glass. Bob used his body as a shield.

“Quickly, follow me!” Rising to his feet Bob took off running. Trying your best to follow him, you stumbled back to the ground. Your legs were numb. You thighs were cut up and bleeding, so badly you could see bone. Flesh torn apart. “Clover! Over here!!”

“I can’t walk!” Panicking you felt your chest tightening as the storm outside got worse. Where had everyone else gone? “Bob! Help me!” The entire Hard Deck looked as if it had been caught in the eye of a hurricane.

“I’m over here!!” His figure has gone, vanished into thin air. “I’m here Clover!” Where the fuck was he? Why did he leave you?

“How do I get to you! I can’t walk, I can’t see you!?”

“Just wake up.” Bob's voice had softened, like he was whispering right in your ear. “Please come back to me—“ Scrunching your eyes tight as you balled yourself into a foetal position a steady beeping came through the thunder. The beeping drawing you back to reality because when you opened your eyes again you were no longer at the Hard Deck. You were in what you could only assume was a hospital bed.

Cold. That’s how you would describe hospitals in one word. They were always so cold. The steady beeping of your heart rate monitor was the only sound you could concentrate on as you slowly but surely looked around. Your arm was casted. Had you broken it? Trying to shift yourself up the bed slightly you noticed how unbelievably heavy your legs were—or lack thereof. Wait—why couldn’t you feel your legs?

“I uh, I just stepped out for a coffee. Didn't expect to see you awake for a while.” Bob’s voice was soft as he stopped himself at the threshold of your room. Holding a large coffee in his hand and a fresh bunch of flowers he’d gotten to replace the practically dead ones that were in the vase across the room. Timidity, he entered. Not sure how to act even though he’d been by your side since you were moved into a room by yourself. “Not saying that you being awake is a bad thing, I just um–the doctors told me not to get my hopes up.” You didn’t say anything in response as you watched Bob fixed the flowers he'd brought you into the vase, discarding the old ones before he came to sit beside you. He looked tired. Scruff has settled in nicely across his chin and cheeks.

“It's that bad huh.” You cut right to the chase. Not wanting to beat around the bush too long with it. Bob just took a sip of his coffee as he tried to hold back tears. He’d gotten pretty good at it over the last week or two. He’d just swallow a bunch of times and clench his jaw to stop himself from breaking down over a girl who wasn't even his to break down over. “Bob?”

“I should go get your parents.” As Bob tried to leave, you reached out for his wrist, keeping him from moving away. He hated the little oxygen tube that fed up into your nose. He wanted to rip it right from your face. But he knew better than to do that. It just hurt to know you’d been through so much. That he couldn't do more to help. “Clov–”

“You won't sugar coat it, please?” You knew if your parents had a chance to explain what was wrong with you, they would give you all the odds and tell you to fight and keep strong. But Bob? He was a statistics guy. A realist. He knew exactly how bad things were. You could see it in his eyes. “I wanna hear it from you.” Running his hand down his face as he placed his coffee on the table beside you. Bob reached for your papers. Sitting back down in the chair beside you as his free hand squeezed yours. The pad of his thumb rubbing softly against the skin of your palm.

“Um–so–” Bob didn't really know where to start. Clearing his throat as he looked back to the woman he loved so dearly. “So you had an accident, a pretty serious one.” Explaining what had happened the best he could with the information he had. “I think a good place to start is that Mickey is already discharged, he’s good, a couple of broken ribs and bruises here and there but otherwise he walked away pretty unscathed.” That in and of itself had been a miracle. It was good to hear though. “A little bit of a concussion but that was to be expected.”

“Why can't I feel my legs?” You really just wanted to get to the worst part of all of it. Bob was reluctant to explain but he knew you would appreciate him just cutting the cord. “Rip the bandaid off Flyboy–” It was something you called him just to tase him. Flyboy. Even as you laid practically on your deathbed, you still had a massive thing for Robert Floyd.

“You broke your back in two places Clov, doctors said you had a pretty high risk of losing function possibly from the waist down.” Bob's entire demeanour changed as he lost the smirk that crept across his face at the pet name you called him. Settling for something more serious as he held your hand and explained what was going on. “They tried to operate, you know, clear the bone fragments that had shattered and tidy everything up. Relieve the pressure on your spinal cord.” Bob paused a he look a deep breath in. he’d had more time to come to terms with this but he still hadnt fully processed it. “The surgery offered slightly better odds on the paralysis front but you were in critical condition–the surgery came with real risk.”

“The risk being, I'll never walk again?” It cut through Bob's heart like a hot knife into butter.

“The doctors seem to think there's a slight chance, but if we’re looking at it from an odds perspective here Clover it's like one in one hundred.” But he told you the truth like you asked him to. Didn't sugar coat the situation at all. He told you openly what you were facing. “There's options like rehabilitation, but the chances of ever walking without aid again are pretty slim to none.” the silence lingered as you processed what Bob had just told you. Frowning, you simply tried to change the subject.

“Did you ever get another birthday cake?” Bob looked at you like you were on some sort of medication he wasn't aware of. “I think if anything you need a cake.” Pushing the hospital blanket off your legs you tried to sit up. But couldn’t on your own accord. “Bob, help me up would you?”

“Y/n” Bob hardly ever used your name. Noone really did these days. It always always callsigns and nicknames. So when Bob said your name it struck a nerve that someone was severely wrong. “I'm not gonna do that alright, just–let me get the doctors for you and ill–”

“I'm fine, see–?” Pushing yourself up with your good arm. A jolt of pain flashed up your spine. Gritting your teeth you tried to act cool. “See, now help me off this goddamn bed.” Trying your best to throw your dead legs over the side of the bed, Bob had to reach out and physically stop you. Forcing you to stop what you were doing. “I'm fine! I'm totally fine!”

“Clover your paralysed, please–don't make it worse just, please, i'll go get the doctors.”

“I dont need some fucking doctor! I need to get out of this fucking bed!” A nurse walking past had heard the commotion coming from your room, stopping in the doorway to see Bob struggling to keep you still in your bed. Paging for someone to come check on you before the situation spiralled out of control. “Bob if you aren’t going to help me get the fuck out!” Not knowing what to do, Bob ignored your pleas for him to leave, how could he do that when you were so clearly not alright. “Get out!! GET OUT!”

“I'm not gonna leave you here alone Clov” Bob tried to hold you still as he saw the doctors coming in. “It's just a lot right now–”

“Fuck. Off. Floyd.” At this point you didn't really know what you were saying as Bob stepped back and let the doctors who knew what they were doing take over. “Get out of here!” It was hard not to take things as personally as he did. Bob knew it was just the process of grief taking effect. It hits everyone differently. You didn't mean what you were saying, but the fact you had just been told you probably would ever walk again had your emotions everywhere. You needed someone to blame, someone to hate. Bob had just been the closet victim.

Watching as the doctors and nurses sedated you for your own benefit, Bob let his emotions escape as tears streamed down his cheeks. Standing over near the flowers he’d brought you. Settling you back into the bed, one of the nurses turned to Bob, offering him a few tissues.

“You shouldn't leave, she clearly needs someone–it’s most likely just the cocktail of drugs we’re pumping her with.”

“Oh I wasn't going to.” Bob was quick to clarify. “Just hard seeing her like this.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~

Bob had waited until your parents had arrived before he left your side. Since you’d asked him to leave he hadn’t been back. Well, as far as you were aware anyway. He’d slip in to check on you while you were sleeping, but he was too afraid to overstep a line you’d drawn in the invisible sand of your relationship. As days turned into a week, you’d begun to worry irreversible damage had been done to your relationship.

But something Bob couldn’t let go of was the fact he’d watched you die. He’d watched your light fade into nothingness. He’d watched the girl he’d pinned over for months with your intoxicating laugh and bright smile fade to nothing. He’d been given a chance to love you—he wasn’t letting that go.

He saw you out of bed, sitting by the window in the wheelchair the hospital had provided. Knocking gently, you didn’t turn around. For a split second—Bob was going to turn on his heels and dip. But he stood his ground. Clearing his throat as he entered your room.

“You know, I never did get to eat that birthday cake.” Bob started as he came to stand beside you. Noticing the glazed over look in your eyes as you looked longingly out the window. “So I thought, why not share one with my best girl.” A little bit of Bob's southern hospitality jumped out when he sat the small two person cake on your lap. Holding up two silver spoons as he ducked to kiss the top of your head. Chuckling softly, you shook yourself out of your daze. Watching as Bob sat down beside you.

“I'm sorry I snapped at you last week.” It was a heartfelt apology you knew Bob deserved.  

“It’s not an issue, really.” Bob was quick on the draw as he shook his head. You didn't need to apologise for grieving.

“Why’d you stay away for so long then?” Silence fell for a moment before Bob decided to just be truthful, be honest.

“I just wanted to give you time, some space.” It was the truth. “I still came by and sat with you while you slept. Checked in with the nurses, your parents, Mickey.” Opening the plastic lid on the cake before he dug his spoon in as he spoke candidly. “You’ve kinda got me in a spiral here Clov and I dunno what to do.” It was Bob's first admission. Taking a spoonful of cake into his mouth as he sat back in his chair. Mimicking his actions you did the same, taking a spoonful of cake onto your spoon. “I'm pretty sure I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, but that could also be the whole I saw you die thing still making it hard to sleep.”

“What did you just say?” Coughing on the cake you just swallowed in a lump.

“The whole I saw you die thing making it hard to sleep?” Bob repeated as he frowned his brows. “I mean yeah, i just can't get the image out of my head, and then there's the blood–”

“No Bob, I wasn't talking about that–'' It wasn't that you didn't care about what Bob was going through, seeing someone die in front of you would be hard on anyone's mental stability. “What do you mean you wanna spend the rest of your life with me?” It felt so natural to say that Bob hadnt even realised how much that could weigh on a person. “Robert Floyd, you know I'm in a wheelchair right? For possibly the rest of my life– you can't do that.”

“Why not?” He was being so casual about it that for a moment you thought you were going crazy. “What law says that?”

“There's no law it just seems–” You paused as you hung your head low. Almost shamefully. “Unfair.” That really hit Bob. “I feel like you'd be more of a carer then a partner and I don't want you being stuck with a girlfriend who can't walk. Do you know how many things I'd be cheating you out of?” It really did sound like you were trying to talk Bob out of whatever decision he’d made about you. “Not to mention the process of–”

“You don't get to think of yourself as any less deserving because of this.” Bob was quick to interrupt as he brought you a little closer to him by your wheelchair. “You are the best person i know–”

“Bob please–”

“You're so funny, you light up any room you walk into.” Bob smirked as he saw your eyes get a little bigger, a smirk trying its best to take over the muscles in your face. “Do you know how many Clover Clubs i've drunk just so i had a chance to talk to you?”

“What do you mean?” You could not believe what you were hearing as you tried to hide your smile, biting your bottom lip softly as Bob softly rocked your wheels back and forth as he admitted his feelings, his little smooth criminal moves.

“I hate eggs, God the idea of drinking raw egg whites makes me want to vomit, but goddammit the way you would always ask, so nicely, so sincerely, how could I say no!” It was the laugh you let out that had Bob beaming. He hadnt heard you laugh in so long. “Even if it was non-alcoholic id still rather drink anything else than raw egg whites.”

“You should have told me!” Between genuine chuckles that evoked tears of joy, your smile had come back. Bob was certain at that moment he was going to marry you one day. “I would've just made you something else, or better yet brought you over something you actually wanted.”

“Now where's the fun in that?” Bob beamed as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. Holding you against him for a moment before pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. “Honestly, if you want to, we’ll take it slow and just see how things go? But this?” Bob gestures to the wheelchair you sat on. “Does not change how I feel about you. If anything it's made me realise just how fleeting time really is and all I wanna do with the time I've got left on this god forsaken earth is love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“You're gonna end up resenting me.” It was hard to trust that someone could love you with how broken you really were. “For all the things i'll never be able to do.”

“I could never resent you.” Bob was as honest as he could be. “Never could I ever resent you for just being you Clov.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~

Present day

Bob hated his birthday, a little part of him died that day. He would never take life for granted again. He cherished small moments with the people around him more than most people would ever know. Not only would he take mental pictures of life's greatest pleasures, he’d taken up photography in order to make sure he could always look back on the memories he’d made with the ones he loved. If Robert Floyd was around? You’d best be sure there was a camera not far behind.

Yawning as he made his way down the hall, Bob kicked away balloons that had littered the floor of the hallway. He knew you weren't far away.

“Babe, what is all this?” Rounding the corner of the living and kitchen area, Bob froze in his tracks as he locked eyes on you. “What the hell!” Completely stunned.

“Happy Birthday Baby!” You beamed as bright as the biggest star as you stood just slightly away from the kitchen counter. Standing still on legs that had not held your full weight on their own in three whole years. Your cane close by, Bob could see it sticking out from behind the island bench. But that didn't matter. Because as you took three very wobbly steps towards him unassisted? Bob couldn't have asked for anything else besides your happiness. “Been working towards this since you told me I was still worth your love.”

“You will never stop amazing me, pretty girl.” Bob was quick to catch you in his arms as you lost your balance, crashing into him. His lips on your in an instant as he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You were his one in one hundred chance. The love of his life. “I love you so much.”  

Robert Floyd hated his birthday. His birthday brought around memories of the women he lost. Forever trapped in that smashed up car. But he’d never for a moment forget how to love the women who he had the chance to love as fiercely and as passionately as he did. He knew a part of you died that day, but he was just thankful to be able to spend his days with the best parts of you that were left.

“I love you so much more, Flyboy.”

[lazodiac]

It's time again to look at Thunder Junction's cards and try and divine where each and every one of these bad boys are from.

Also just a note in case people are curious; since Tumblr has a 30 image limit per post, I'll be doing all of The Big Score at the end, after all the colours and stuff. It's my prerogative and I'll do as I please. If you missed the first part, you can find it here! So without further ado, it is time for...

BLUE

While I don't think EVERY mount is from Thunder Junction Proper... newts ARE a creature that shows up in the west. I was initially thinking this could be for Eldraine, especially given it belongs to an archmage, but... ultimately, I think this is a native to the plane.

Another native, and dare I say this is a CHARISMATIC crab. I love the crystals on its back! I also love the blue cacti nearby it? Those are real by the way!

There aren't many turtle-men in Magic. Three, in fact, before this one; the Lagoon Sage, a Quandrix student, and a Kappa from Kamigawa. The Kappa has a VERY distinct look, the Quandrix is a sea turtle, and the Lagoon Sage is a snapper just like the Thunder-Thief over here... and I'm gonna make a called shot and say this is from Bloomburrow as a result!

Homarid are a Dominaria specialty, so this racist bastard is absolutely from there.

Djinn of this type are only found on Tarkir, so this one is easy. He's taken a break from his dragon-infested plane to relax under a waterfall martial artist style, and that's just kinda fun.

This is a tricky one, since the ability is pretty plane agnostic, and the design doesn't evoke much in it... but her collar DOES have the typical three-fang Dimir tell, and it'd fit both colour and what she's doing, so lets go with Ravnica.

Sadly a cursory Wiki glance tells me only that this guy is from America.

... okay okay, taking this seriously; the wings and the scroll and the steps, the name, all the flavour suggests this is from Amonkhet for me. It could be from elsewhere, but this feels the most "correct" for lack of a better term. I wish cards like this would get flavor text reprints down the line though...

These are some home-grown ghosts, and we know from various other stories (Gideon, Elspeth, etc) that when you die you go to the afterlife of the plane you're on... so these are some newly "born" natives.

These unfortunate individuals are from the dead plane of Oregon.

... what? I already used that joke? Okay fine. There really isn't any actual signifiers here, and the only humanoid in the art is too indistinct to tell. Given the content of the card is trying and failing to ford one of Thunder Junction's mighty rivers, I'm calling this card "native to the plane" for lack of anything else appropriate.

Oh hey it's everyone's favorite running gag from Ravnica. Fblthp is an easy one, so instead of elaborating more on our mono-eyed friend instead I'll bring up a question I want any of you reading this to answer.

Didn't they say during the initial preview teasers that there was an important plot event happening in the background of this card? That never bore fruit and I can't remember the exact preview stream I heard it, but I swear I did. I want someone to confirm this for me. I'm abusing my power.

Regrettably, the flavor text makes this spell be sourced from Oko's Home Plane. I do love this weird tumbleweed creature though!

God I hate Oko he's such a scum bag (derogatory).

A personal favorite character of mine, Geralf is an Innistradi born and raised, here to investigate the Thunder of the plane- as well as test how mana bonds work for planebound folk now that they have access to planar travel. Good luck, sir.

An obvious native of the plane. I quite like the flavor of this card as well by the way, it's just a clever way to incorporate the geysers you would occasionally see in the old west.

Another Thunder Junction native! It's wild how many of these there actually are, but wild animals do make up a bulk of cards in Magic so it's not THAT unreasonable.

Fun lore tidbit; allegedly the Thunder only started after the Omenpaths opened up. No one has lived here before that so no one can confirm that is true, and this flavor text suggests otherwise.

One of the only cards showcasing the least important members of Oko's gang of ruffians! Kaervek and Satoru busting out of jail thanks to the help of Annie Flash. The framing of the card makes it feel more like Kaervek's doing the real world (valid, Satoru is a loser this entire story) so I'm gonna call it for Zhalfir here- and yes even though technically everyone from Zhalfir is from Dominaria, it's a plane all its own now. I make the rules here!

The Fomorian made star-key to open up their vault on Thunder Junction, I feel like it is safe to say this was made here. It's got little arcs of Thunder and even looks like a deputy star, so it fits the vibe.

Fun fact; being a six pointed star, plus the fact that in the story they mentioned the sixth slot started glowing purple, I briefly had the idea that they might be implying the Fomorian's know of Purple magic and we'll get it in the big Space set we're getting down the line. Then I remembered Cosmium is purple and a major energy source for the Fomorion people, so nevermind.

I can't confidently say this is from Bloomburrow, given we don't know how big the people of that plane can get- so far they've maxed out at Badger and Fox- but I really don't know where this guy could be from otherwise! Maybe Ravnica? So lets call this Bloomburrow until corrected otherwise.

Incidentally this is one of my favorite pieces of art in the set. Love this fucking guy.

Beyond all the art signifiers, I believe it was straight up said on twitter this is a Therosian Sphinx, so she's from Theros. Good for her. Why is she wearing spurs...?

I'm fairly confident this is meant to depict Stella Lee, and she's from the Atiin people, so that's where this is from! Rundo meanwhile sounds like a Ravnica, but that's just some trivia.

This one I'm not fully sure on. The little bird like flecks of white in his magic, the watery energy... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before, but I can't quite place it. The red and blue suggests Izzet but then he's a Slickshot, the red-blue faction on Thunder Junction. I'm gonna go with my gut and say Ravnica, though.

Shit like this is why I wish we'd gotten a planeswalker guide...

Blue, so far, has some of the most easy and obvious ones to place, and for this I'm thankfully. This guy is a Stitcher, so he's from Innistrad. Easy as.

She's got some of the Sterling Company aesthetic going on, but I'm a stickler for stupid jokes so I'm gonna say she's from Zendikar. The armor could evoke Sea Gate, and they've always been good with ropes so why NOT translate that to combat?

Like with the earlier ghosts, dead-then-revived means you're native to Thunder Junction... but also this guy is clearly an Obscura from New Capenna, using some of his old magic, so I'mma call it for the big city here.

Oko's big bad gang preparing for the heist of the life-time. Since it's Oko's big idea it's from Oko's stupid plan.

The sort of misty blasts of fire and ice we're seeing here is aesthetically similar to the "gunfire" magic of New Capenna. I love this guy by the way.

Hey wait a second Ashiok can't do stuff like this. They can only read nightmares, not minds!

YEah for those of you who don't know, the Ashiok in this set is actually Jace in disguise! So this is from home-grown celtic Vryn mind-shredding. Our hero(?) ladies and gentlehommes.

An actual Sterling Company goon, though at least this one has a funny joke to his card. I still really like the work they did in making sure every weapon used in the set has the needed arcing loop for Thunder to channel through it.

Oh right the reason why we're here. I'm gonna say New Capenna again, because there's basically no defining traits here. Also god I just realized he's missing the front brim of his hat and it looks terrible. Graywater pay your men properly they can't even afford complete hats!

It took me a bit to realize what was happening in this card. The lady in the back is only choosing the final Spree option here, swapping around the Outcaster and the Hellspur's clothing. Rude!

Clothing swap spells seems like a funny prank to pull at magical college, so Arcavios is where this is going.

I think in cases where I just cannot make any reasonable assumptions based on art, I should look at mechanics. Flashback is usually in Innistrad... but this lady's neckline is WAY too exposed for that Even accounting for the new plane... honestly I give up, the only real identifying factor here is her little lockpick device, which... kinda looks Kamigawan? Lets go with that.

The vibe, the way she wears her hat, and the little phone cord(?) on her belt makes me think of New Capenna. Look some of these are really difficult and I gotta go by vibes!

And that's the 30 card limit, give me a half second for part two!

[winterchimez]

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny. ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

hi anon-ie!! yayyyy ok this is so fun imma just *rubs hands* cook up some scenarios 😋 (tagging the ones i talk to on a daily basis!! 💗)

@sungbeam acedemic rivals - theres something about you just being rivals with changmin and it gets on your nerve whenever he outperforms you but then all that bickering slowly turn into romance and thats something i will be watching from afar with my popcorn.

@from-izzy strangers to lovers - you and hyunjae (as much as i wanna mention the other guy but i won't bcs im trying to be nice 🥰) would meet as strangers on your first day of uni orientation, seemingly also ends up as deskmate in class and boom hes the goofy funny guy, always trying to get you involve in activities when you're just shy and reluctant and then the both of you start falling for each other

@daisyvisions best friends to lovers - we all know how much you love this, esp with hyunjae when yall be doing things that are pretty much obvious that's more than just friends 😏 so by the time yall end up together its more of a meh we've already done this before but then it gets awkward cs you're both now labelled as bf/gf

@aimeecarreros / @momhwa-agenda enemies to lovers - bcs of what you told me yesterday....but juyeon who's always teasing and bullying you...but then it's bcs he actually likes you sm but bcs of his ego he refuses to believe nor accept reality...but then it eventually hits him and hes confronted by you with a revenge dress and he goes oh. 😌

@snowflakewhispers mutual pining - realistically you and jacob would be having feelings for each other but then you both have your doubts (even though you don't look like it when you have beef with me everyday 🙄 HOWEVER it'll be cute but then the rest of us at the side will be all frustrated (aka me, daisy, elena) be like HE ALSO LIKES YOU BACK WTF but you're just "IDK MAN I DONT THINK HE WOULD"

@kimsohn unrequited love (but with a happy ending) - sunwoo's been head over heels over you since day one but you're always just ignoring his advnaces be like "this dude is hella weird", this goes on until one day you eventually see the other side of him, he makes you blush and he gets a high and giddy be like "okay confirmed maya likes me now i've won in life"

@justalildumpling rich kid au - ok i know it sounds cliché but hear me out!! na jaemin aka the rich boy from uni and he gets all the girls and naturally you fall for him too cs hell hes a fine-looking man but then maybe one day you are forced to live with him and thats when you see his true colours which makes you go ew, but then bcs of your personality you'll be like "i will change this man" (which you do) and he realises that you're not like the other girls out there

@ethereal-engene coffeshop au - you just give me calm sunshine vibes so!! you and woozi in the coffee shop, woozi as the barista (WHEW WITH A WHITE SHIRT- 😮‍💨) either you both work tgt as coworkers and eventually become a couple, or you would often visit the store not just for the good coffee but also for the good looking barista 👀

@drunkdrazed childhood friends to lovers - you're literally the sweetest human being so it would only be appropriate for this trope!! either with ten / jacob, you would fit so well 🥺 love the way how yall know literally anything abt each other and when yall reach uni / work and thats when you both realised that you're falling for one another instead 🫶

@h0mebody-heaven soulmate au - you're so funny and another ball of energy!! i can't imagine a better soulmate for hendery than you! lmao i can imagine all the chaos, the jokes that you both are gonna pull, probably asks you to film plenty of questionable tiktoks but then you oblige bcs YOLO 🤭

@strayed-quokka established relationship - do i need to say more, husband sangyeon and you're the housewife. you can replay that scenario in your mind.

@sanaxo-o arranged marriage - chanhee the rich son of dior's ceo ✨ but imagined getting pampered by him??? what a life it'll be 😮‍💨

[earthstellar]

just wanna say I really love these concept/alt covers for the Transformers Prime comic series 

because Bulkhead and Ratchet are both depicted so perfectly here, uh oh I feel a long post coming on, here we go 

Bulkhead: war sucks but wrestling is cool, aka striking a pose as a coping method

Bulkhead seems to be pulling a pose that either evokes a winning pose from one of the wrestling matches he’s watched with Miko (I distinctly recall a Hulk Hogan pose in which he took a helmet thing off a fellow wrestler and put it between his fists like this lmao, and we know from dialogue in the series that he’s watched at least some wrestling and demolition derby shows with Miko) 

OR alternatively it could be a reference to a gladiatorial victory pose; I can see gladiatorial battles being a recreational thing for industrial/construction working class bots like Bulkhead, especially as we know from the TFP novels that at least big name gladiator battles were broadcast fairly widely and primarily amongst working class/caste oriented city-states on Cybertron

he seems to enjoy watching sports with Miko, so it could very well be something he did back on Cybertron back in the day as well 

Ratchet: this isn’t my planet, but it is my lawn, so get off it (he’s old)

Ratchet is depicted sitting down in these two versions of the cover, which is entirely appropriate as he’s an older bot and while he does see combat fairly regularly, he is still far less active in the field than any of the other bots-- he even jokes in an early episode about his “rusty servos” (I feel you, Ratchet)

and synthetic energon aside lol, we know that he seems to keep himself regularly below what appear to be some kind of recommended fuel reserve averages (check his wrist vitals monitor in Stronger, Faster), which naturally would lead to tiring out more quickly than someone else who may be more adequately fuelled prior to entering a fight

so it makes sense that after a heavier battle than usual, with just him and Bulkhead against what seems to be a good number of enemies, he’s gonna want to (or need to) sit down for a minute after all that shit is sorted out 

characterisation in one image: goal achieved 

the second cover in colour especially does a great job of lending a sense of real physical presence to both of them; Ratchet looks weary and it feels like his armour weighs particularly heavy on him, Bulkhead looks robust and confident in his ability to Hulk Smash, standing firm and powerful

but, also! 

their poses are indicative of their relationship as teammates

Ratchet needs a break, so Bulkhead remains on standby, literally standing behind Ratchet to provide cover and maintain watch of the immediate area; His pose might also represent a lingering threat to any remaining enemies-- Notice how Bulkhead’s pose isn’t too goofy at all, his head isn’t tilted to the side or anything; He’s not being too cocky here, he WILL destroy whoever he needs to if it comes down to it.

We know Bulkhead doesn’t like taking people out, but he does admit that he’s good at it, and he does his best to stay light-hearted under far from ideal circumstances. The pose might be serving a genuine psychological purpose for him, to some degree; Striking a pose helps him stay amped, helps him blow off a little of the “I just beat 50 bots to death with my in-built tools which are made for construction work” vibe, which understandably would still be upsetting for a fairly chill bot like Bulkhead.

He enjoys a good fight in good fun, and rough-housing is all good, but he doesn’t like taking people out permanently. It takes a lot for him to really get pissed off, and we only really see Bulkhead get mad to the point of actual personal violent intent when he goes after Starscream in the infamous “holy shit Bulkhead just beat Starscream to death” scene. 

He also demands Miko look away when he has to destroy a bot in front of her in another episode; He’s mindful of genuine violence, and really goes for it only under the most extreme situations in which it is necessary. Playing it down as much as possible (while avoiding being outright dismissive of the seriousness of it) might just be his way of doing what he can to make it less of an awful experience for himself-- And to try to lessen the impact of witnessing violence on Miko, whenever she’s around. 

Meanwhile, contrast that with Ratchet’s posture; His head is tilted downward. He’s not confident, he’s worn down.

Aside from still being old, he’s also still a medic. He doesn’t want to kill other bots any more than Bulkhead does.

His posture is indicative of exhaustion, he’s more tired out by all this shit than the younger bots, sure, but his pensive look is likely a combination of both physical and mental fatigue. Every fatal blow on a no-name enemy is a (sadly necessary) moral injury to Ratchet; These people could have been fellow civilians at one point. 

This war didn’t need to escalate this badly. He could be running a clinic somewhere in Iacon right now; He could have a whole staff of medics working under him in a central hospital, or doing any number of things to save lives, not take them-- In an ideal world. But this is the world there is.

And in this world, he’s using in-built blades intended for surgical procedures on larger frame types, intended to save lives, to instead run out of his makeshift med bay and into battle, cutting bots apart rather than welding them back together.  

It feels fucking bad; Ratchet is not having a good time. But it’s necessary, and he wants to ensure Bulkhead isn’t at increased risk from even worse odds against him in the battle, so Ratchet goes out there and fights because of course he does. He’ll keep doing it until he can’t anymore, because at least for every enemy he cuts apart, that’s one less wound on a fellow Autobot. 

In the sketch cover, he’s sitting facing away from the pile of bodies around them, as much as possible-- Although the helm between Bulkhead’s fists is roughly eye level with Ratchet, so he’s confronted with the carnage either way. It’s impossible to ignore war on the battlefield. It looks as though his optics are shuttered/closed in the sketch, although it’s a little hard for me to tell. 

In the second cover, he’s facing the ground--But a severed helm rests under his foot, and it seems he might be staring at it a bit, leaned forward with the weight of a long life and a long war resting on his shoulders. 

In one image, we get the victorious confidence of Bulkhead, who has strength and energy and a greater inclination to try to make the best of a terrible situation, contrasted with Ratchet, who is sat with his helm down and shoulders heavy, unwilling or unable at this point to muster anything other than “job done, I’ll catch my breath and we can get the hell out of here”. 

it’s really good characterisation, all in one go. 

tl;dr these covers are so fucking good

I know these covers are old as hell by now lmao, but I just really love them, because you can get so much out of a single image here.

if you read all this, thank you! <3

[traitorleech]

taskmaster series 16 finale. it's here, guys! i am so not prepared to let the cast go. it's been a great time, though.

what the fuck has happened to sam's hair? & he's not in grey. he's finally got enough xp to unlock colour apparently.

ah. the live bit.

"fidgeting will otter a man down"

"but where are all these beavers"

untaffled.

"fair play to the boy" the live bit goes on.

"that's filthy, that's filthy, ... that's filthy" susan is me in a lot of situations.

ok, now i just think lucy's lost her fucking mind with that doughnut task. i am shocketh beyond anything. poor alex. but god damn he really ate it. i mean, i'm not surprised but gently disgusted, though as soon as i saw her in a bird's costume, i knew what was coming.

greg keeps bringing up that he and alex were to a wedding where he made him eat a pat of butter.

"i'm not the one who gobbled a beaver's anal gland" alex is on fire in this live episode.

oh my god i'm so in love with sue's doughnut task. i screamed when the doughnut hit.

julian making alex kneel. julian making alex kneel. i repeat. julian making alex kneel & then eating the doughnut & spitting it at alex.

susan is fucking insane.

"but once i'd started i knew he was gonna get it." thank you for your service, julian. i enjoyed it too much.

"let's gaffer me up real good"

THEY HAVE ALL LOST THEIR MINDS

oh are they gonna get dqed if they leave the work out mat? no. apparently not. i am gonna say missed opportunity but i think that would have made it less fun, actually.

sue beating alex up with a ball. on brand.

julian groaning. i am so sorry but i do find it quite erotic.

it was julian who's beating alex with the boxing gloves. oh my fucking god i wouldn't have believed it. my prediction was wrong.

why did they bleep what julian said. i wanna know what julian said (probably cunt or something)

alex in a leather jacket & black t-shirt is so hot. why is he stripping again?! ah. dressing gown.

"i prefer alex" a sentence that hasn't been said very often on this show. probably never.

susan dying over alex's forks and marbles.

oh my god i'm enjoying the sues way too much in the hotel task. they really should do a show where they're managing a bnb. i'd fucking watch it.

i'm cry-laughing right now. oh my god. my stomach hurts. i think the hotel task might be my favourite task of all time. hide the pineapple has been brought down (if this was my favourite before. don't know).

all three of them looking in on alex through the window. i don't know. cracks me up.

"nice legs" "i don't think that's appropriate"

oh my god. i think they annoyed each other so badly. alex didn't manage to be the difficult one. they all were. though greg was right with julian managing the lunatics & then making alex pay 300 quid.

"hello, cutie." greg throwing alex off once again via nicknames.

greg's really feeling the final task. so adorable.

"so it is possible, which is a relief" well...

they're all holding hands.

didn't think julian would win the episode. but he did pretty badly in the final task. but sam won. which was my prediction. so. yeah. and no more secret tasks. i really can't believe it's over. had so much fun watching it week to week, though i gotta admit that i know no one from the nyt line-up reveal.

[dorizardthewizard]

Galactik Football season 3 rewatch, eps 16 - 18

Episode 16:

Nice levitation trick Simbai, but she's just allowed to use the Breath like that? Maybe because she's a flux society member? It does make me realise, since the wars were not so long ago, how many people are walking around who could previously use the the Breath all the time but now aren't allowed. That's kind of crazy!

I do like the idea of them actually learning how to use the Breath in more creative ways!

This soundtrack for Tia's training session is pretty cool

Well done Mei for wearing more weather-appropriate clothes this time!

Mice telling Mark to get it together kdjfskfd time for lover boy to get dunked on for once

FSJHDFKDSF ARTEGOR BEING A COMMENTATOR NOW I LOVE IT

Callie: Do you miss playing when you see your friends on the field? D'jok: Um, I- Callie: Certainly you must think they are still bitter towards you after beating them on Paradisia?

Callie those are some horrible questions leave the man alone 😭

I am once again asking for more Lun-Zeara action. Btw has she ever spoken a line? Fucking Stevens may have spoken more than her

I support the Snow Kids but I love seeing the Wambas winning and having fun <3

GOOOOOAL MICRO-ICE!

Artegor: Listen Barry, to be frank, I'm not a fan of your work

HE'S SUCH A BITCH LOOOL after my rewatch I want to make a compilation of Artegor's commentator moments

Lun-Zaera is CHILLING lmao, also I just checked the wiki for the spelling of her name and it's about as consistent as the Wamba's hair colour.

Why is Woowamboo being such a dick. She's trying her best!

Awwww D'jok cheering on the Snow Kids

Mei is carrying the defence in this match like the queen she is <3

Artegor contributes a more technical analysis of the game which is pretty cool

WOOWAMBOO FOULING?? I mean fouls aren't really rare but still, he's being far more aggressive than before? Sure, the Wambas aren't going to just be fun-loving when the GFC is at stake and they're as competitive as any other team, but when you combine this with the way he was talking to Lun-Zia it's just jarring?

Also WAIT. Woowamboo is ginger? So the player that switched to the Lightnings for the Paradisian tournament was just someone else? Fair enough as you wouldn't switch your star player, but yeah my bad. Actually wait, he literally has grey hair in the Netherball scenes in season 2. WHAT IS THE TRUTH

OK WHAT. SO LUN-ZIA TELLING THE WAMBAS WHERE ROCKET IS MOST LIKELY TO SHOOT IS PERFECTLY A-OK BUT D'JOK TELLING TEAM PARADISIA A LITTLE TIP ON HOW TO BEAT AHITO IS A BETRAYAL?? PLUS, in the last episode Aarch faces the SK in the holo-trainer and says he can beat them because he knows how they play, and that everyone else does too. WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS SAYING WHEN I WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT THE AHITO BETRAYAL BS. WHICH IS IT, WRITERS?!

Well at least Woowamboo seems more accepting of Lun-Zia now that he's seen her give it her all. Nice to see her settled in with the rest of the team!

I just had a thought, where is Maya in all this? We've seen Mama-Ice pop up and check on (scold XD) Micro-Ice but we didn't see Maya interact with D'jok at all? Wouldn't she have gone to see him instead of only hanging with the Snow Kids?? And now that D'jok's “retired” and hanging out by himself at Genesis, isn't she gonna look for him? She knows football was so important to him, so to give it up is a big deal! Ah well, we'll see.

Episode 17:

Yaay more Tia and Mei being besties

NOT CLOVER GIRL DOING THE MARYLIN MONROE

Side note I like Kim-8's vibes, she's just cool

That scene in Ballow's restaurant where he's talking about leaving dirty business behind, all while henchmen are constantly coming up to him with dodgy items like stolen paintings is so hilarious jfdskmn

aww I love Artegor trying to convince D'jok to come back, especially with him telling him how hard the SK took it when he left. It's also interesting to see Artegor refer to playing with the Snow Kids as a responsibility - they're a symbol of hope for the people of Akillian, who didn't even want to go to their first match in the stadium due to the trauma from the glaciation.

He also reminds D'jok he's a Snow Kid, which reminds me of their conversation in season.... 2? Where Artegor tells him he'll always be a kid from Akillian. It's also nice that once he's voiced his opinion, he changes the subject instead of pressuring D'jok to answer. He's really developed from the demanding Shadows coach he used to be.

THE PIRATES!! CRUSH THE RED TIGERS!!!!

Poor Artie, he can never watch a full match LOL

FOUR GOALS FOR STEVENS!!! WOOOOOOOOO PIRATES BEAT A FLUX TEAM! TAKE THAT!!!

NO. NO NO NO NO NO. THE CYCLOPS CANNOT FREEZE PEOPLE. THAT'S THE XENON'S FLUX. TRY AGAIN. ACTUALLY WATCH THE PREVIOUS SEASONS. TAKE IT FROM THE TOP.

Do you ever watch an old video and get jumpscared by a comment you don't remember making? Because I wrote this on another upload 9 years ago and I still don't know how they messed that up LOL.

I mean yeah sure it COULD be a new ability they've unlocked like how the Snow Kids are finding new ways to use the Breath. But they don't show the Cyclop's hypnosis thing at all, the animation is exactly the same as the Xenon's flux, and Callie even mentions their "hypnotic" flux and how the players can barely stay on their feet, which doesn't really match what's on screen sooo yeeeeeaahhh this is just an animation error. A pretty big one though.

So team Paradisia have no problem using their flux? Which was a synthetic one to begin with? And the technology for it is no longer available? Or do they just get it implanted once and that's it? So what was up with them going into those pods to “charge”? How does this work???

sfkdgfkjdf Mark went too hard on the sauerkraut, I love this gag about Mark and food

YESSSS SONNY! FATHER SON BONDING TIME FINALLY. His speech about the Pirates always being by his side even in tough times is sweet, and makes sense for D'jok. He's been through a lot with the Snow Kids and they're basically family now, and family wouldn't truly turn him away if he was sorry for what he did. At least, they wouldn't stay mad forever.

BENNETT YOU LEGEND. But also a bit reckless of Sonny to stand with D'jok right in the middle of an open area

Sonny: We're trapped!

Um no you're not, there's a staircase right there

Poor Cyclops, always getting clowned on :( ARTEGOR IS A SAVAGE IN THIS MATCH

BALLOW OUTING THE CON ARTISTS FDKFDKJDF I'm sorry I know it's a tragic moment for Sinedd but THAT'S SO FUNNY

The way they animate Sidney rolling around is hilarious. Also Thran only thought of finding Harvey just now? Wow, talk about second-class citizens.

It's so funny how this is the last episode in the official playlist, like they just gave up uploading HD episodes 2 years ago. Unless it's a regional thing? I'm editing this in Austria rn and the official English uploads aren't available unless I use VPN, are the French eps all uploaded in HD at least?

Episode 18:

Aaaaand I'm back to 480p uploads from 10 years ago. Thank you for your service youtube user lykaon868

I do get to see the intro and outro now though yaaaay

Wait what? We ended last episode on D'jok wanting to talk to the Snow Kids and with this one we just skip ahead to him being on the team again? I mean... they were building up to that moment for sooo long and we don't even get to see it? What???

It seems Tia and Rocket have accepted D'jok back but Micro-Ice and Ahito aren't so enthusiastic. It's strange to see Ahito so resentful but it's a refreshing change to see him react like that.

Micro-Ice's reaction on the other hand isn't taken very seriously and it's presented as them squabbling immaturely but like... he's right to feel hurt! We could've had some good Micro-Ice angst topped off with a heart-to-heart between two guys who canonically consider each other brothers, but here we are.

Sinedd's parents were... I M P O S T E R S ?

Sharky why are you revealing this as a scoop when it just puts you into hot water for not doing a background check before inviting them on the show

OOOO SHADOWS SPEAKING HISTORIC MOMENT

This is the serious - silly contrast dynamic I had in my head for the Shadows LOL. Although it's sad this kind of implies the Shadows only care for Sinedd as a player and not a person, telling him to get a grip after something like that? Although maybe their whole thing is that they TRY to act tough but really they're all feeling like that one guy who ran out crying lol. It IS a bit weird to insert comedy like that into this kind of scene though, kind of undercuts it for me.

Artegor just having tea and biscuits 🤣🤣🤣

CALLIE ACCEPT HIS OFFER FOR TEA DON'T BE RUDE. He looks sad after her reaction fskdjfskds honestly Artegor is probably the best character this season

STOP HAVING THEM SCORE IN THE FIRST MINUTE SFJKDFSKS

Tia squaring up to Sinedd I LOVE HER

Also wtf Sinedd, but he was about to go to Mei so I wonder what he was gonna do? Taunt her? Or maybe he regretted it? I guess we'll never know

This is a match with the Shadows, the Snow Kids' biggest rivals, and yet the first half is over in a few minutes of the episode! The matches just aren't as interesting in this season and feel too rushed

TIA CAPTAIN MOMENT YYYEAAAAAAHHH SHE DESERVES IT!

I am not immune to some D'jok vs Sinedd action

Not Maya focusing on Sinedd when she hasn't interacted with D'jok this whole time 😭

Mei is such a savage, it reminds me of Stevens handing Sinedd the ball that one time when there was seconds to spare LOL also pls forgive the shit quality gifs, demonstration purposes only folks

Sinedd: Do like everyone else Mei, don't worry about what I do and just forget me. Mei: But Sinedd- Sinedd: I lost, Mei. I lost everything. Everything.

Oof Sinedd really goes through the ringer every season, huh

Mark is smooth as butter on the pitch but so incredibly cringe at flirting

Warren: The team. The group. That's all that counts, D'jok D'jok: Being a team player Warren, that's what I want to improve!

Sure D'jok, until next season. But it's also kind of weird to portray his arc as if he just needed to learn how to be a team player again, when a big part of why he left was the emotional turmoil from the breakup and him lashing out because of it. That's never really resolved, although I guess the season is trying to say that D'jok became obsessed with winning again, which is what drove Mei away in the first place, but again I'm just speculating here! They had the means for a really good arc for D'jok but fumbled it and decided to retread old paths instead.

Is Harvey alive after all?

I do love that Clamp is still working alongside Sonny. And yaaaay Thran gets to do something!

Wait Paradisia is a dead planet, it didn't blow up or anything. Harvey is a robot so is it that surprising he's still there? Why not look for him earlier?

[merbear25]

Hello again, here for the matchup 🌹 Thank you so much for doing this, I got so excited when you gave me a heads up!

(Here's some of my favorite guys if it helps or anything: Corazon, Law, Smoker, Kid, Katakuri, Bartolomeo, Crocodile)

Female, she/her, INFJ, Gemini. Personality wise, I got two sides (stereotypical ik). Most of the times, I'm really affectionate, warm, soft but I can also get a bit cold, serious and intimidating, thing that surprises some. I'm basically that meme: I can be your angel or your devil (lol). A bit impatient at times when I'm excited about something. Extremely ambitious when I want something. Really loyal and caring to my dear ones (I'd do anything for them).

Big romantic, my love language: physical touch and gift giving.

I work in the medical field and love it, it was my dream and still is. I really like putting patients at ease and helping them get through their condition mentally first. It makes my day to see them smile again.

Aesthetically wise I go for slight dark feminine and romantic. Colour palette: red, black, white, silver. I'm all about casual dresses and really sweet perfumes. I also have a hidden tattoo on my thigh of a crescent moon.

When I'm not studying, my hobbies are: Aikido and bokken training, dancing, sometimes archery but I do it more rarely now, oh and I also have a big thing for learning about perfumes, wine, and tea.

Likes: flowers, deep conversations, going on long walks, sweets, art.

Hope this is alright for you and not too long or confusing. Thank you so much for your time. Take care, have a wonderful day!

I'm so happy to do this for you as some form of 'thank you' for the matchup you did for me! I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you like it!

P.s. I like how you organize your matchups, so I'm gonna copy it >_> sorry

I match you with...

He would first be drawn in by how you carry yourself. You seem like the kind of person to have grace in their step, so you'd definitely peak his interest.

When he gets to know you, it's obvious how sincere you are with your emotions. He'd be fond of that type of transparency.

Despite his intimidating exterior, he has a gooey and soft center and would adore having deep and meaningful conversations with you to strengthen your bond.

Without a doubt, this man has loyalty as one of his main traits and would expect nothing less from his partner, so upon realizing this about you, he'd feel more comfortable exploring his feelings.

That being said, I see his love languages as being physical touch and acts of service.

When he feels it's appropriate to confess his feelings, he'd do so in a way that'd be more on the romantic side, which would be something special you can share and remember together.

Whenever you're a bit distant or cold, he'd do little things to help you feel more at ease. He's fairly observant, so you wouldn't need to tell him exactly what you need all the time.

He loves a good cuddle, so he would absolutely shower you with affection, adoration, and little gifts he'd pick up on missions (or when he's just out and about). Expect the gifts to be suited to your personal interests (he's thoughtful that way).

When you tell him that one of your passions is perfume, he'd take note of it and find flowers, candles, and of course, perfumes that compliment your preferences and asthetic. However, if he has to leave on a mission that will seperate the two of you for some time, he'd gift you something with a scent that'd remind you of him.

Would have so much respect for you when learning that you followed your dream, especially since your dream involves being selfless.

Would definitely love sparring with you. I think he'd love having a partner who's interested in forms of combat. You both would have a good chance to learn from each other.

Honestly, I just feel like you two would compliment each other really well.

Hope you have a wonderful day, lovely 💜💜

[arawynn]

I feel like I'm having illusions of grandeur...

So I've been feeling like knitting back in November and decided to make a scarf for a friend as Christmas present. Worked well, hat my fun with it.

(Rest of this under the cut, it got longer than I expected.)

However, already at the beginning of that project my handicraft-me was whispering at me to make a blanket. I stopped handicraft-me from getting above myself and starting that project. After all, I had no idea how/where to use.

During the past two weeks or so the thought of doing a new knitting project and making a blanket. Still had no idea how or where to use that thing.

Yesterday I started googling standard sizes for blankets. (Around 1,40 meters x 1,80 meters - which is 2,5 square meters...) When I started looking the size up I knew stopping me from it would not be likely so...i kind of surrendered to it.

Looked through the wool we had at home (mum also knits...among other things, I definitely got that from her) but nothing was 1) what I wanted (which I didn't even know besides 'not flimsy' and 'SOFT') 2) not enough.

We had a ball of this and two of that, all different in thickness and colour. I didn't feel like making a patchwork blanket from knitted pieces. So buying wool today it was.

This is the result. 11 balls of that. Feels wonderfully soft kind of like velvet and it's got a nice thickness. I fell in love with it at first touch.

So back at home it was time for looking through the what feels like at least 100 circular knitting needles to finde some that are long enough. I needed them to be long enough for that 1,4 meters of future blanket, after all. Actually found a fitting one of appropriate thickness and cable length.

So off I am to starting my project while sitting in the living room of my parents (I needed mum's help with the start XD I don't do those enough to remember after the breaks of 2 years or something where I just have 0 motivation to knit...)

Casting on 180 stitches. Lost count at one point and had to count again. Somewhere at the 160s my mum realized that I had like half a meter of the wool end (I use two threads for casting on stitches so there's always a bit hanging around til the end) which would be a waste. So undoing the entire thing it is and starting again with a shorter secondary thread.

Knitting the first row was horrible (always is since the stitches are rather tight) and I realized that somewhat fluffy wool is...not easy to use for knitting. I really hope it gets better, otherwise this is gonna be a very long term project XD

At least by now I know what to use it for...

[readerghxst]

𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 || TLOS Fanfic

A Conner x Bree oneshot 

Edit by me [@readerghxst]

"𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗗𝗢 𝗜 𝗗𝗢?" Conner chanted pacing around his room. His twin sister was sitting on his bed, folding the stray clothes on the mattress. 

“Why don't you start by actually telling me why you called me here?” she suggested, her nose scrunching at his shorts. “Do you not do laundry?” 

He grabbed the shorts in frustration and tossed them to the side. “My clothes are not why I called you here Alex. Okay, that is one of the reasons but still, not the main point,” he took a deep breath before continuing, ''I kinda asked Bree on a date...and she may or may not have said yes. But I have no idea what to do because I didn't think she was gonna agree.” 

Alex stared at him for a moment before grinning excitedly. “Conner! That's amazing! Why on Earth did you think she wouldn't agree?” 

He shrugged in response. Self-doubt would've been the appropriate answer but he wasn't willing to hear a “fairy-godmother-worthy” lecture on self-love and confidence from his lookalike. As much as he appreciated and loved his sister, it just wouldn't help him. 

“I would've asked mom or Bob but they’re both on shifts right now and won't be back till tonight which is already when the date is.”

Alex could tell he was in a state of pure panic. “Alright then, you know Bree better than I do, what does she like?” she asked, looking at him before adding, “And for the sake of your poor carpet, please sit down. You're gonna wear a hole into it.” 

He sighed and complied, plopping onto his chair near his desk. He picked up a photo of Bree he had on his desk. Not like a creepy stalker photo. Just a picture they had taken in Germany. His thumb caressed the picture as the memories flooded through his mind. 

“She loves thrillers. Stuff like murder with a mix of mystery too. She also adores Sherlock holmes. Oh and movies and shows of similar concepts. She's opening up to fantasy though. Her favourite colour is purple and she enjoys music…” he trailed off, lost in thought. 

Alex couldn't help but smile. She loved seeing him happy and even in love. She was also grateful he called her for help. Her constant tasks in the Fairy Kingdom kept her on her toes so she was glad to have a break and hand the leadership role to Emeralda for a while. She would never admit to her brother how stressful the tasks actually were but despite the silent words between them, and unbeknownst to Alex, Conner had a feeling she was under a lot of burden. 

He snapped out of his day dream to see his sister rearranging his nightside table. “HEY-”

“It's filthy Conner. I'm pretty sure this sandwich has been here since you moved here.”

“It's fine Alex. And like I said, didn’t bring you here to critique my room!” 

“Alright alright. Look, you said she enjoys mystery, so why not incorporate some of those elements. Like-”

“A scavenger hunt!” they said in unison with a grin.

The next few hours were filled with extensive planning and communication. With of course a little help from magic too since such an idea wasn't going to work out in just less than 24 hours. Soon it was time for, as Conner put it, Operation Purple Flower.

                                ────────⊹⊱❧❦☙⊰⊹────────

Bree checked her phone and saw one notification from Conner.

                                                       Conner

[Conner]

Are you ready to go?

[You]     

yes

but where are you?

am I supposed to go somewhere?

[Conner]

Yes and no

You are going somewhere 

But I won't be telling you where just yet.

You'll see ;)

[You]

what?

so like a scavenger hunt?

well this is certainly different, but exciting

[Conner]

I shall neither confirm nor deny 

Anyways 

Let's begin shall we?

[You]

we shall 

[Conner]

Endless thoughts in countless phrases. 

Ages young and old wander these mazes. 

Knowledge abundant, joy a plenty-

Many use it as an escape from tyranny.

[You]

oh riddles!

fun

hmmm

this has to be a library

right?

Seen 

Bree took this as a yes. She smiled at her phone. This was different and quirky. She was also admittedly very excited. In fact, she was feeling a rush of emotions. The last time she felt something so exhilarating was when she joined the Bailey twins for their Land of Stories adventures. 

She made her way to the public library, which was not too far away from her house. She waited at the entrance to see what would happen next, tugging at her hair. She couldn't find her beanie, positive her sisters had taken it. She didn't like how empty her head felt but dealt with it for the time being. After a good 2 minutes, she went inside the quiet library. According to the time, it would close in 10 minutes so she had to act quickly. 

“If I was Conner Bailey, where would I want to go?” she thought back on Conner and his adventures. All were revolving around...magic...fairy tales! She made her way to the children's section and took out a book of fairy tales. 

As she flipped through the book, she couldn't help but laugh at some of the illustrations and how different the artists had depicted the people she met around a year ago. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a paper fluttering down gently to the ground. She looked at the page which contained the letter and in bold letters was the title :

                                                     Cinderella

‘Of course. The fairy godmother was their grandmother and now it's Alex.’ she thought, picking up the paper that had fallen. Written on the front was undoubtedly Conner’s handwriting :

To : Bree Campbell, Don’t open until you reach the final destination. P.s. if                               you aren't Bree, then scram kid. This isn't for you.

Bree laughed at the message and took a picture to send, informing Conner of her finds. 

                                                          Conner 

[You sent an image]

[You]

I see you

I'm guessing this isn't the only thing 

what's next?

[Conner]

Your journey is far from done

Only now has the fun begun

Many come yet few enjoy

I can't say I was a golden boy

But I'm pleased to say

Even I managed to stay the whole way

[You]

so… you weren't perfect at this

but you still survived?

oh

oh

oh

school! 

Seen 

This was possibly the first time Bree was happy she was left on read. Since, the situation called for it. She grinned and made her way to the school building. She frowned slightly when she saw the door open. The school was closed. She knew the janitors locked up the school after their night shift so the only thing she could come up with was that Conner wanted her to go inside. 

She entered the building, feeling a small amount of fear. The hallways were dark and almost eerie. She walked around aimlessly. Where did she need to go? She thought back of her and Conner at school. That's when it hit her.

Ms. York's english class. The very first proper class she had with Conner in 7th grade. She grinned in triumph, making her way to the classroom.

Flipping a switch and turning on the light, she looked around for her next clue point. She spotted it a few moments later on her old desk. A small model airplane. She took a snap and sent the new image to her date.

                                                          Conner 

[You sent an image]

[You]

okay this one was kinda cute

I'm pretty sure there's more though 

what's next?

[Conner]

A mother’s love, her intentions dear,

Stories the world didn’t want to hear

The story of a fated slipper of glass

At least the warmth in your stomach will last

[You]

these are getting challenging 

stories and slipper of glass makes me think fairy tale

but the only tale that has a prominent slipper made of glass is…

Cinderella!

of course

the Storybook Grill

you told me her step-mother owned the place!

Seen

She turned the lights back off and quietly made her way out of the school building, closing the large front door behind her before she left. Now she made her way to one of her favourite restaurants. 

Unlike the last two places she had just been to, Storybook Grill was bustling with life. She went inside and was instantly hit with the sounds and smells of the night. She could see Rosemary happily moving from table to table and her sister Petunia doing the same with visibly less enthusiasm. Their mother, Lady Iris, was standing by a table. The same table, Bree noted that she sat at the first time she came to the restaurant. 

She saw Iris’s eyes widen in glee as she gestured for Bree to come to her. Once she made her way there, Iris instructed her to sit down and that should be right back.

She came back a few moments later with a covered plate. Once she placed it on Bree’s table, she left her with the dish. Bree wasn't sure if she was supposed to open it and decided to ask Conner. 

                                                          Conner 

[You]

at the diner

Iris gave me a dish 

am I supposed to have dinner without you?

[Conner]

Just open the lid ;)

Seen 

She curiously took the lid covering the dish. On the silver platter, was a flower. A flower she knew very well. Her mother would enthusiastically tell her daughters of different flora due to her love of botany. Accompanying the flower was a note that was written as followed :

You're doing quite well Bree. Don't worry, you've only got one more place to go after this place.

She took what would be her final clue photo and sent it to Conner.

                                                          Conner 

[You sent an image]

[You]

purple orchids are my favorite

what's the final clue partner? 

[Conner]

Heal your weary bones and heart

Where new life is given, a wondrous start

For all of us, together, drifted past this time

memories of fondness woven into this rhyme

[You]

this might be the easiest one yet

the hospital 

I’m assuming it's Saint Andrew’s one?

Seen 

Getting up from the diner, she thanked Iris for the help and made the walk to the Children’s hospital. Playing by Conner’s rules, she went straight away to the ward where they had kept Conner’s fictional characters from his short stories. 

However she had to admit feeling quite confused when she opened the door. She was expecting to see Conner however she was met with yet another note. She saw the ‘open now’ at the front of the paper and didn’t waste any time opening it. 

You’re probably confused as to where I am. Well let’s just say I told a little white lie. Just the smallest one. I'm gonna need you to walk outside to the entrance lobby, take 23 steps in front, turn right, take 38 steps straight and well, fate will lead you from there :) ~ Conner 

Bree was baffled but shrugged. Following the instructions led her to the entrance of the Willow Crest Public Park. On the ground was something Bree spent hours trying to find, her purple beanie. 

“Wait what-” she bent down, attempting to grab her headwear. That’s when the strangest thing that evening happened. Her beanie moved by itself. She tilted her head in confusion but decided to follow it.

She ended up in a place she never remembered seeing. Her beanie made a turn and there was a flash of light. Bree covered her eyes for a second before going to the source of light. She came across a secluded clearing. Standing right in the middle was the teenager who started the whole goose chase.

Conner Johnathan Bailey 

Who she also noted, was holding her beanie. 

“I see you got my note.” he said with a cheeky grin. 

“Which one? I seem to remember three.” she joked, holding her hand out. He understood and passed her the beanie which she put on her head immediately.

“Much better.” she muttered.

“So,” he said, his fingers fidgeting, “what do you think?” 

He gestured around him and Bree looked around for the first time. There were fairy lights stringed across the hedges. The ground was scattered with flower petals and right in the middle was the dining table. Elegant yet magical. The centre piece was a simple glass vase and a minimalistic candle plus its holder. 

“It's amazing Conner! How on earth did you manage to pull this off?” she asked, turning to face him. He grinned, clearly proud of his accomplishment.

“It was not easy,” he admitted. “I had a ton of help. Alex helped me make the clues, and this place. Your sisters helped get your beanie and convince the janitor to hand them the keys and the library, hospital and school had the objects. I asked Iris to help out with everything in the diner and your mom told me  your favorite flower. Oh and your beanie moving was Alex and her wand. She just disappeared.”

Bree was in awe of how it all worked out. She gave Conner a hug. “This is the most fun I've had in a long while. Sure I was grounded for such a long time too, but seriously, this is incredible.” 

He beamed and led her to the table. He assisted her to her seat before sitting down himself. “The flower goes in the vase by the way.” she smiled and placed it in. 

“Now before we begin, I do believe you have a letter to read?”

She nodded, taking out the first destination’s prop. Opening it, she read out the letter in her hand.

Dear Breanne Campbell,

Yay! If you're reading this, it means you've reached the end of the little scavenger hunt. It also means you're sitting with future me so hello me! 

Anyways, I'm sure you've already noticed, I mean, you are Bree afterall. All the places you've been to have had some kind of significance. The library for the Land of Stories. The Cinderella story for Alex and Grandma. The school since we went to the same school. Of course, Ms. York’s english class being the first proper class together. The airplane to signify our first real adventure to Germany. It could also mean our trip to New York! The diner because...well we both know the owner is Ella’s step-mom. The flower being your favourite flower and color. The hospital for our time with my short-story characters. Oh and meeting Hero. the park, the place you're in right now, being the same place we battled with witches and Alex under a crazy curse. 

Ah the memories. Hopefully, there'll be some new ones. Now I don't mean to drag you into another life or death adventure, but I would like to spend more time with you. Only if it's okay with you and you aren't grounded of course. I've already asked your parents :)

If anyone was to ever ask me what would describe Bree Campbell, I would say a flower. Not because you are delicate or fragile. Because you are a survivor. You take on any challenge and manage to look fabulous doing it. Not to mention how calm you are in any situation. You can do anything, face any battle, any hardship and stay grounded. Just like a flower. 

So thank you Bree, for sticking with me through all these near insane adventures.  For being around through my weirdest thoughts and plans. Most of all, for accepting me and this crazy two-life fiasco. 

Thank you, for being the most amazing, unique purple flower and girlfriend a guy could ask for.

Conner Bailey

Bree was not someone who cries but she could feel tears in her eyes. She smiled at Conner and wiped her tears, so many emotions racing through her, all of which were good ones. 

“Conner, this is so touching. And sweet! Thank you.” she finally managed to say, her voice breaking ever so slightly. 

He seemed quite pleased with himself and bent down. “Now, as a thanks and sorry for dragging you around the neighbourhood, a toast to your heritage.” he announced, coming back up with two plates of food. Specifically that of the German cuisine. 

He poured them two glasses of lemonade and held his glass up. She mimicked his action as he said, “A toast to first dates.”

“To first dates.”

As the glasses clinked, a photo was taken from a certain hiding spot in the trees. Sitting at the top, out of the vision of the two lovebirds, was Alex Bailey. The half-fairy smiled to herself and went down, making her way back home to give them privacy for the rest of the date as she looked at the photo of her twin brother and close friend.

“Operation Purple Flower...was a success.”

                              ────────⊹⊱❧❦☙⊰⊹ ────────

exactly like Conner said, writing this fic was not easy. I wrote this one shot a long time ago, all the way back in August of 2021. And i’m not someone who writes fan fiction often, it’s just not my strong suit. You’ll find that Bree is not exactly very canon…actually none of them truly are canon and I apologise if that annoys anyone. Like i said, not my strong suit.

Anyways, I wanna just add, major credit and thanks to @introvertedwraith for helping with the riddles that Conner prepared. I could not have done it without her saving my ass lol. Also, the texting format…i swear it looks better on wattpad because it is extremely difficult to put it in tumblr lol.

if you would like the see how the fic is supposed to look like in terms of aesthetics/style of stuff like the texting, you can check it out on my wattpad which is linked….somewhere on my profile lol. Anyways, thanks for reading! And here’s to hoping i post more of my writing in the future!

[trifectum]

“LIAVOSSO’S GALACTIC JOURNAL! - entry one: the Mantisi.”

This is one of the first of perhaps quite a few entries into what is basically just an easy way to summarise the nature of the various species in this universe. No music this time - but do read on! The remainder of this post is basically what the writer (Liavosso) has written in unity with it - on a separate piece of paper.

“Well - this hasn’t been a great start for what I was hoping would be a fun and easy way to recall my encounters with people… first they fight me on sight - then I discover their blood is WAY too good at staining! Like, I’m trying to shake off the ‘evil probably-cannibal Demon-monster descended from a famous murderous bounty-hunter with a Void-thing for a limb’ narrative, and here I go getting alien blood on so much paper that I might as well paint with it!… and I did - but dammit I had nothing to colour with!

But anyway! Anyway… the first entry of my journal is dedicated to the Mantisi - or more accurately - the White Herald. What I aim to do in each addition is have a model of a certain species pose so I can sketch them in all their glory and write about what I’ve learned about them - as well as my opinions and experiences with them. While I couldn’t do that here, I hope next time they are a little more… non-weird. Now, anyone who knows the White-Herald probably thinks I’m a bit mental for picking them first, but I have a good reason: my daughter (adopted) is a descendant of a White-Herald royal - which does incentivise me to get them out of the way early… She doesn’t mind me killing them - if you’re wondering - they aren’t exactly her favourite people.

So - first thing to mention: biology and history! The Mantisi are unusual, in the sense that they are one of the first milky-way residents (in this iteration of the universe) to gain the knowledge of genetic editing. Now, most Mantisi just got two legged variants and removed wings - and left it there. But the White-Herald… they went mad with it. They edited their features, their minds, even their natural defences, to look more like my subspecies - the Vyrocepters (not very well - but they have a ‘plan’ for that). To save time - and skip hours of lore about who did who and what that meant for whoever else - my Mum boinked one of their albino ones a long while back, and a big cult developed to preserve and advance that particular variation of Mantisi in order to somehow create viable offspring with anyone of my species. So, all White-Herald royals are albino, and have the more… ‘bug-like’ lower bodies, while their soldiers are two-legged, and are a dark shade of green. You won’t get too many who look more like other heralds - but there are some weird mutations for… obvious reasons. Things like four arms, multiples pairs of wings, and durable shells. Ok - so not much of that was biology than it was history, but again, this is a hectic start.

I’ll put this in too, because everyone asks - yeah they do have the same ‘fun-time’ organs. It’s a common thing with Mantisi that people think what goes on downstairs does much more than sit on a different bit of the undercarriage depending on which one you come across, but no - all of them tend to be compatible. At worst the top half of a royal has the soldier placement of the appropriate parts.

Ok! Next bit, next bit… what was the next bit… oh! My opinion! It’s not great. To me, the White-Herald are a stain on the race as a whole, and the universe they inhabit. I personally couldn’t see myself liking any one of them, even with my daughter in mind, and I doubt they would really ‘like’ me, despite their obsession with trying to make a bug and a mammal (I think we’re mammals - GenoDemons I meet won’t specify) work. So I’d say avoid them. That… might also be a good summary. Ok - next time I’ll have this sorted - with the Lybadora. In the meantime I’m gonna figure out how to phrase all this. Blade’s been a help, but in the end it isn’t my dominant hand and it can’t explain things well unless it’s in a pickle. Until next time!”

[psychomeows]

She's done! I got a bit nervous about posting her haha but figured I should just do it. My Colour x Ccino ship kid. I'm gonna start calling the ship Rainbow Coffee thanks to Pandora haha.

This time I don't have a fic to go with her but I plan on writing things with her, just don't really know when. So many ideas so little time... Although do I do have most of this week off work thanks to a bug bite on my ankle that got infected, fun times 🙃

Anyway, onto info about her!

DOB - 15th of August Pronouns - She/her Sexual Orientation - Lesbian Likes - Animals including fantasy ones, fantasy, tea and science especially biology. Dislikes - Animal abusers and Karens. She's not overly fond of Nightmare, she doesn't hate him just doesn't really like him.

She's ten years younger than Miracle is but is close with him, he's her big cousin even though she's bigger and stronger than he is. She's quite protective of him. Miracle would babysit in the castle and would often play Princesses and Dragons with her even though he always placed the part of the captured Princess and she was the brave knight in shining armour.

She's close with both parents. They both try to be fair and are both harsh when needed and fun when needed. Although Ccino is more of a push over than Colour is.

Killer is the fun uncle. He was so excited when he heard the news and he likes spoiling his little niece. Always giving her sweets and loud toys as well as letting her watch movies/play games that her parents won't let her. "Just don't tell your parents *wink*"

Nightmare is not outright mean to her but he doesn't trust Colour and he's wary of Ccino's feelings towards him. He makes a small effort for Killer and Miracle but he mostly ignores her and he watches like a hawk when she's around Miracle. Jasmine has also been warned. Her parents tell her about him but always keep it age appropriate. She learns more the older she gets.

Jasmine is a pretty normal kid. She goes to school in the Omega Timeline and loves helping out in the café when she's not at school, she mostly takes care of the cats but if a Karen starts to go off she will defend her mother. This usually involves insults, childish ones when she's little but as a teen she began to swear at them. Ccino has had to have a talk with her about it. "While Karens can't be let off you can't deal with them like that!"

Colour helps her with homework but also trains her in self defence and magic. She inherited a lot of magic from Colour and has a small amount of the power of the human souls. Not as much as Colour but still human souls are powerful so she needs proper training. She loves training with her Papa and Colour has fun too. Jasmine has Colour's short temper and Colour finds it funny when she goes off on a Karen, after all they deserve it for talking to his husband like that. A stern look from Ccino makes him tell her off though.

As an adult she still helps out in the café, this time serving customers. Although she's still not good at handling Karens, god forbid they insult her mother while they complain; he works hard and puts a lot of love into his café. The café job is just something on the side so she has extra spending money. She's in Uni studying to become a vet. She wants to help as many animals as she can as well as help her parents save money on vet bills.

Thinking up a name is never easy but I didn't really have a hard time with this one. Ccino is named after cappuccino, so I thought I could name her after a drink. Then I had some jasmine tea and it hit me; Jasmine is a girl's name and she can be named after tea while her mum is named after coffee haha. Although her name is Jasmine she does sometimes get the nickname "Jas" for short.

[greengoldfish]

Thanks to @myth-blossom for the tag. I haven’t been on Tumblr for like forever.

Favourite colour : Every shades of green.

Last songs : Champions Of The Wild Side - Mindy Jones (I have some times to cry about them again), also some random Chinese instrumental playlist I find on Youtube (I find it calming for writing and reading)

Last series : Stranger Things ss04 

Last movie : Incantation (great horror film, 10/10 would recommend)

Currently reading : 

Why Is Sex Fun? - Jared Diamond

The Suspicions Of Mr. Whicher - Kate Summerscale

Currently working on : I have 2 ongoing project which I keep jumping back and forth right now. 

this is how you keep her - long fic, I plan for 50k words in 5 chapters, which I only completed the first. Here an excerpt of the second chapter which I’m working on:

And Diana Penelope Burnwood, who was born right into the heart of the stiff upper lips society, who had all the right hallmarked education, who was young and pretty and eager and naive, who was not yet tied down by the mark of Fate, took hold of his interest long enough to finally earn a chance to stand by his sick bedside. How mockingly harmonious was it that while her soulmate always tried his convincing best to become another person, all Diana had ever needed to do was being her own true echo. 

Koi no Yokan - one shot. There is no planning involving this one, I’m just gonna see how it goes and edit afterwards. Also, here is the first scene:

She smiles at you like any stranger would, surprised and unprepared and hesitant. Her lips are stiff and polite, instilled into her from an early age from the nobility running in her blood. Yet, her eyes are tempestuously watery, grieving for her dear lost brother. You learned the word before, “grieve”, but this is the first time you find an appropriate use for it. You lay it down gently in the dark soil of your mind, like carefully burying a body in the earth, grief, grieve, grieving, so it can decompose and become a part of you, as all dead things eventually turn to dust.

Thank you @myth-blossom again for tagging me. I almost forgot about our writing improv group. 

[raeflora]

Your wish is my command my Chair queen. Headcanon for alternate Chair outfits we haven't seen on the show / or something you think it's so Chair. feel free to include early years when they were kids 😍

hi!! omg this is such a fun question tysm 🫶🏻🫶🏻 so in terms of chair as kids I think blair's fashion would've been very traditional and classic, and definitely more controlled and influenced by eleanor. obviously they were both kids in the 90s/early 00s so although these looks aren't all from then they give the same kind of vibe I imagine her in as a child

it's kinda similar to how we saw her dress in s1 but I imagine her colour palette would be more limited by what eleanor thought was appropriate and suitable, and her clothes would be more girly

for chuck I think as a child he would've been less flamboyant as he was as a teenager, and more controlled by bart wanting him to make the right impression. however, when bart wasn't around chuck probably dressed louder bc he wasn't going to be judged for it

I think that as he gets older he starts to find his own sense of style and rebel against bart's more structured approach, and he dresses more youthful to make up for it

I don't really know about looks we never saw on gg, but I do have ideas about how they dress now!! I think blair still dresses in a combination of classical elegance and sexiness, and isn't letting motherhood control her style

as a multi-million dollar business owner she would definitely have a set of work appropriate clothes too, and clothes that she wears just for chuck. obviously she has to change with the trends but I think she'd still keep to her classic silhouettes and more timeless pieces than have a closet full of only current styles, while also maturing her fashion sense as she's in her 30s

as for chuck I think he basically still dresses the same sksfjkdk like he's not gonna stop wearing suits now

he does obviously follow trends like blair, but he'll always have his own flair and style within that. also he and blair definitely still co-ordinate with each other and their children, so they have family outfits that they wear together like to events or even just to the park

[jupitercl0uds-art]

hi im @jupitercl0uds and welcome to my art blog!!!!!!! my pronouns are they/them/xe/xem and you can find more about my personal stuff on my main >:D

i do not reblog others' art on this blog, all the posts on here are mine (including reblogs; those are from my alt accounts). art is tagged #art and text posts are tagged #not art (even if they're about art). i DO reblog art, however only on other blogs.

i also take requests and in the future, maybe even commissions!

i draw a lot of mario (mostly waluigi) and sonic fanart, but i also have OCs and stuff!!!

hope you like my blog ^^

FAQ (PLEASE read before giving an ask, the questions are super massive and bold so you dont have to do much reading to find your answer!):

'What programs do you use?'

for the majority of my stuff, whether it be illustration or animation, i mostly use krita!!! i highly recommend krita if you have a computer and tablet, its free, open source and has loads of great tools!!!! apparently tho, it doesnt always work on mac :((( im on windows (when i use krita) so i dont know if this issue is still big or not. still tho, highly recommend!!!

it has animation capabilities, too, but if you want to export it as anything but a png sequence youre gonna need 7-zip

alternatively, i occasionally use opentoonz, but i sometimes avoid it when its too complicated

i also like to use flipaclip and ibis paint from time to time!!! this is mostly when im on chromebook/phone ^^ these used to be my main 2 programs and i still love ibis so definitely recommend!!!!

occasionally i use ms paint or kleki, but i usually tag it as such

if i ever post any music or video editing stuff, then i use a whole load of programs for that so idk

'What hardware do you use?'

i usually use my laptop/chromebook and xp pen deco mini tablet!!! on some older posts, i've actually used my old deco fun L tablet, but that's broken now lol (not actually an appropriate use of 'lol' i unironically mourned that tablet). i recommend both, but generally, unless you want a bigger/cheaper tablet, go for the regular deco instead of the deco fun if you're doing art ^^

sometimes i use my phone and my finger tho!!! or one of those cheap styluses from time to time lol!!!!

'What traditional art supplies do you use?'

loads. at the moment, i mostly stick to daler rowney stuff, except for watercolours. i like to use koh-i-noor brilliant watercolours. they are, as they say, very very brilliant, in both ways. they arent all weird and powdery and VERY saturated!!!! they look quite generic but theyre literally so good, particularly for the cold colours. the fineliners i use are uni pin fine liners and i HIGHLY recommend!!! everyone says 'buy microns' but i prefer them to microns. something about them idk. i also like to use tombow ABT markers for watercolours sometimes, particularly seeing as the koh-i-noors dont have a pink pigment.

for the links: i did buy the majority of my products in physical shops, but i tried to find a good online equivalent NOT on amazon.