#maybe I could just nerf them a bit

[drachenfalter]

I'm still not sure what to do about Flying Staffs and Palisman in my Boiling Seas AU.

Yes, they are cool and an important part of the original worldbuilding that I would miss a lot if I just got rid of it.

But on the other hand, everyone being able to fly whenever they want kinda undercuts the dangers of the open ocean and makes ships a lot less important.

[keets-writing-corner]

Thinking a LOT about Lucifer in the latest Hazbin episode. Idk what I was expecting but not this??

As I was watching my immediate thought was just "huh... Lucifer is kinda of weird..." but as the episode went on I realized the issue

the dude is off the chain depressed, like he says it as a joke but holy cow it is SO BAD

He's manically just creating rubber ducks cuz his daughter really like it that one time but it's empty, it's never good enough but he keeps doing it, maybe cuz he doesn't know how to pass the time otherwise.

like I get the feeling he HAS better things he SHOULD be doing than making rubber duck after rubber duck. At first I was like, "Bruh why isn't the king of hell doing anything?" aaaaand then it became clear...

The dude is disassociating so bad he can barely hold a conversation let alone remember information. He clearly WANTS to, he wants to be involved with his daughter so bad, he wants to care about the things she's doing so bad, but his depression keeps interfering. It's like he can only hear every other word and he grasps onto the ones he does hear semi-out of context. Like you can see every time he catches something that he hadn't before and he just "well shit I didn't catch that part"

and that's why he reacts so weird when people talk to him. He is struggling so bad to engage with the conversation he's only getting 50% of it

does that look like the face of a man who knows what the hell the conversation is even about??? he is STRUGGLING

like Charlie spent so long telling him about the hotel, and he STILL didn't understand what she wanted. Yeah it comes off as ditzy but literally I've been in that position where your brain just "nope, not doing this right now" and nerfs your conversation comprehension. So as someone who's BEEN in that position, to me it feels exactly like what he's dealing with. He's sorta engaged with the conversation, but only as much as his brain will allow

For example, when I'm dealing with this, this is what someone talking to me feels like this where the crossed out parts are what I missed and bold is what I catch, "Hey! You know I was thinking for dinner we could either make some chicken with rice? But if you don't feel like cooking, pasta is super easy and you love that right? What do you want to do?" you can kinda get that someone is trying to talk to you about dinner, and towards the end you get the impression that they asked something that needs your input so you can decently put 2 and 2 together and try and pass off, but crucial bits were left out, I would have no idea that either chicken or pasta is in the conversation only having heard "rice". When someone is just talking at me, I can decently pass off as being engaged but the second I'm required to participate in the conversation I'm screwed. Seem familiar? At which point I have 2 options, try to give a bullshit answer, or admit that I missed what they were saying and ask them to repeat

Lucifer, unfortunately, is trying so damn hard to hide that he's dealing with like 24/7 dissociation, so he can't admit that he's missing entire chunks of the conversation, hence his really weird replies. He does eventually get the full picture and then he and Charlie start having the real conversation

Also, the Alastor/Lucifer rivalry was hilarious but also really indicative of more of what Lucifer is dealing with

Alastor is, unfortunately, really good at picking up people's insecurities, and thanks to Charlie's description earlier and watching Lucifer clearly trying to overcompensate, he immediately picks up on the fact that Lucifer KNOWS he struggles to be a good dad (we know cuz it's cuz of the depression, hard to be engaged when your brain keeps turning off) and decides to rub salt in the wound by pretending he's been acting as a surrogate father to Charlie. Now why Alastor decided to pick a fight with the king of hell is beyond me, I do not understand Alastor (and I LIKE IT) (maybe it's cuz Alastor thinks he's hot shit and was expecting Lucifer to at least have heard of him but Lucifer just treats him like a nobody? who knows)(why would Lucifer listen to radio anyways when he can't even pay attention to a conversation it'd just be white noise)

But yeah I just was expecting someone who oozed either charisma or presence and instead I got a depressed dad who's dissociating so bad he can barely function and be present in his life. The only thing it seems he CAN do is make rubber ducks cuz his daughter really liked it that one time

Idk Lucifer is tragic to me. Whatever the full details of what heavan did to him absolutely broke him and he can't deal with it. He's aware of it, and he doesn't know how to fix it, so he tries to over compensate and sorta makes an ass out of himself but no one says or does anything cuz this guy is supposed to be THE king of hell

Suddenly it's making a lot more sense why he just rolls over and lets heaven do what it wants and even told Charlie to go in his place the start of the show. He's not in any headspace to hold a basic conversation let alone negotiate! He didn't even know who Alastor was, he's been so out of touch

idk I like him, he seems sweet, I hope Charlie brings some light back into his life. He really needs to get out of that rubber duck room

[orbitganymede]

my head cannons of the 141 men (3/4) bc i wanna yap

gaz: okay so this man is fine, we all know, he gets lots of attention at bars and pubs on leave, he practically glows with the praise he gets (and they will compliment everything on his person from his pretty brown eyes to his expensive ass shoes he just had to have), and you know that everyone needs a confidence boost so you let it happen. but damn does this man get an attitude when another person even looks in your general direction, always has a hand on you whether it’s an arm around your waist or hand on your thigh, he needs every single person there to know that you wouldn’t give them the time of day with or without him around. and if someone gets ballsy? actually comes up and talks to you, dead. absolute decimation. well he wouldn’t really kill them, not literally, his baby doesn’t need to see that side of him, but the way he puffs out his chest and rips that person a new one is so fucking hot. like you’re ready to let him take you to the bathroom and bend you over the sink type of hot. after the loser finally leaves, gaz is all pretty words and sweet kisses on your face, total switch flip. (he thinks that if you know other people exist, people that could be with you all the time and have more control over their time, that you’ll leave him in the dust. don’t get me wrong this man knows he’s beautiful and charming but i believe he’s just a little insecure about his time management, whether he has pride in his job or not).

soap: he doesn’t get as much attention as gaz (it’s that fuckass haircut) but every once and a while someone will see his beefy arms and hear that accent and think they should try their luck, they always lay it on thick, compliments and small touches, lingering glances. soap feeds into it (hes loyal don’t get me wrong but sometimes players gotta play) and he absolutely loves when you get jealous. this man is basically vibrating in his seat from how ecstatic he is. he knows the second you guys are home he’s getting his shit rocked, like edged until he can’t breath and his wrists are raw from being roped. (he likes knowing that you’re a little crazy for him, keeps his need for reassurance in check and let’s him have fun with testing the boundaries of his own obsession).

ghost: i know popular belief is that this man doesn’t get attention cause of the mask and attitude but i personally believe he doesn’t wear the skull out and about, maybe not even a medical mask. but come on girlies love the height, this man is 6 feet 4 inches of pure muscle, anybody in their right mind would wanna get a bite of him. he’s definitely the type to act like the woman asking for his number or the dude asking to buy him another drink don’t exist, like doesn’t even acknowledge them, completely zeroed in on you. no need to get jealous when his eyes haven’t left you and you know if you were to check he’d be bricked up bc of that little outfit you’re wearing. although he does get a bit homicidal when someone hits on you, this man isn’t afraid to explicitly describe what he does all day at work, especially when the guy in front of you basically pisses himself trying to scurry away before simon nerfs him. (can’t be bothered to think anyone would ever match you better than him while simultaneously thinking anyone other than him (depressed, clingy, self sabotaging, occasionally manipulative) would make you happier and more secure)

[l3monlem0n]

Some Murder Drones Episode 7 screenshots I thought were interesting and my thoughts on them :>

SPOILER WARNING!!!! is spoilering

Nori, despite being a middle aged woman with a child, appears to be an Otaku or otherwise likes "edgy" and "scene" stuff, as well as listening to nightcore, very much like her daughter. Good for her tbh you're never too old to have fun

She also has a photo of Khan and what I can only assume is baby Uzi, though it appears to have blue eyes, but maybe it's just the lighting. Still very cute she has a pic of her husband

As well as all the previously mentioned Otaku stuff, she also drew herself as an anime character. She has a skinsona. Phenomenal (pos)

Nothing much here, just Uzi coughing up blood. Girl got the goop (gore) inside of her already

Lab Space. Apparently the Church was just down there and not even the humans know why. The canonicity of this is questionable; it could just be a joke

OT, as per google, stands for "Occupational Therapy". Makes sense for the context, and makes the bottom text funnier

"Fun Time To Universe Big Crunch: 87". The Big Crunch is a hypothetical way the Universe could end, where the universe folds on itself and shrinks into a single point. 87 "what" I don't know. If it's months, that 7 years and 3 months

Honestly the Murder Drones lore is super confusing. I think what this is trying to say is that every other Zombie Drone is doing poorly, (Except for Yeva), they are trying to reactivate 002 (Nori) via the USB. I'm not sure what this means. Maybe they only got the results they wanted from the two of them, and are trying again with Nori since she was the only other one that worked (also why they got Yeva when she failed; this may all be referring to how the episode opened up) Also, the date says SER. As revealed in the episode Cabin Fever, Copper-9 has months that Earth does not. SER most likely stands for Seramorris, the month revealed in that episode

Looks like the "bad event" wasn't the first one. Certainly was the last one though lol

Just a good pic of ghost/hologram V with the scary stuff. Might use this as a wallpaper

You can literally see the hole in his neck where N bit him in...

...And it's to the point his HEAD FALLS OFF. (including because I didn't notice the first time around)

Yup, the idea that Uzi became the Admin for N and V is completely true. I wonder what would've happened if she didn't, since Cyn didn't react whatsoever

friggin bug (very pos)

You would not believe how difficult it was to get a good pic of this (I'm using snipping tool lmao). Always a pleasure to see Uzi's doodles. Things her gun can do (upper right):

NOT judge her

Forced prom date (?)

Allows her to say she had friends before she frickin murdered them with sci-fi machinery

The cut off text at the bottom: Plan B: Normal gun + Shoot really fast

This is while Tessa is looking for something in the lockers. Claws, chains, magnets, Wings, and scribbled "HELP". Looks like the lockers were all specifically to hold the infected worker drones. Oof

We are in the future now baby. We have rererererereCAPTCHA. Funnily enough, it still couldn't stop a robot

There is a message board where someone who doesn't like robots is talking. They also are scared. Also no one else is using this system, which is unsurprising. "Ur aight ;)" Wait is the winky face intentional foreshadowing? Or unintentional?

We get the names of a bunch of other Worker Drones. Unfortunately for all 029 fans, her name was not visible. (also can someone tell me what "JWEB" could be short for?) And Yeva is said to have a patch. That may be the crucible thing idk

Cyn (which I will be calling this version Skyn [Skin + Cyn]) apparently took of the space suit just to give Doll the Withered Foxy jumpscare. Honestly really terrifying. If this photo was teased before release I think the fandom would've exploded

Just N being a good boy :3

The MDs, Cyn's pets. Nori refers to them as "Nerfed" so the "Entity" can ensure control, and says they were made to destroy other hosts. I don't know why Cyn would want them dead, but I'm not the loremaster here. YouTube line is there because I couldn't be bothered after the Railgun image

Probably already confirmed, but doubly confirmed that a symptom of the Solver is giving Drones organic insides. A Worker Drone body with a rib cage and guts. I wonder what would happen if the infection continued uninterrupted (also R.I.P. Doll I loved you :frown:)

I'm sure everyone noticed, but when Uzi tried to manipulate Tessa, the ERROR noticed appeared. Already hinting Tessa is not all she says she is

Apparently the Solver can create Black Hole Saws. Interesting development (Blackhole Blitz)

I know most people (I think) see this as a joke and N just being a bit of goofball. But honestly, I think he did it intentionally to shock Cynuzi and give Nori a chance. In the Pilot, he licked V's sword to surprise her too, which means he isn't unfamiliar with doing something weird and surprising for the advantage

Skyn eating Doll's core. R.I.P. Doll again. Seriously, was that Doll in Core Form like Nori was? Or was Nori a fringe case because she was "Exorcised" and this is just a regular core? Questions, questions. Also yeah the Solver also gives you a Core. Fun

This tag makes me think that this body is Cyn's actual body. Not longer a hologram, but her actual body from the mansion. The reason Tessa gave N, J, and V their names was because that was the first letter of their Serial Designation (she's very uncreative). However, Cyn's tag was slightly faded, which meant her SD couldn't be seen, so Tessa gave her the name "Cyn" after her P/N, even though the other 3 already have the same P/N as Cyn (Tessa, again, is very uncreative)...

...and for some reason, Cyn or the Solver, which ever theory you subscribe to, decided to wear Tessa as a skin suit for some twisted reason. It did help her with the Captcha. Also scary because this doesn't have the right proportions for an adult (unless Cyn really forced that skin on), which leads me to believe that this is a Younger Tessa, and she faked having an older voice. Maybe I shouldn't call her my wife... I'm sure Eldritch J is still available :^)

(Seriously, the eyes are burnt out, leaving two eye holes over the visor, so she gives herself two X eyes so it looks better. Also yeah we found out what that thing on the "It Came From Copper-9" poster came from. It really was Cyn or Skyn)

Just a frame of the final...frame... for coolness. I'm probably also going to use this for a background. Also, this is definitely Copper-9. You can see the ring and ringless moon together on the right. Uzi somehow got sent to orbit after falling in the meat hole

Well that was all for now. This series has consumed me entirely, body and soul, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Goodbye and goodnight

[queercoshon]

Here's a new thing! It'll probably become a little series. I'll upload it to Deviantart when I think of a title🤔

Also, what tags are people using now? I don't want my blog to get nerfed:(

Anyways, enjoy!

Wuupz, I'm maybe a ljttle crossed again. I said id wait until this summsr to do it, but it just kinda happsned! I only had a few beers w dinner, but then ollie offered a joint anx i couldn't say no! They Lways have strong shit, i should knoow better by now.

Aaand them I got takeout on my way home. Goes well with the six pack I'm workijg through. I figured if i was already drunk i should jusy keep going! I took an edible too, waiting for that to kick in.

I ordered way too much food cuz im a fuckin pig when im drunk. No one needs a family combo. I already ate like half and my gut is like stretching a little. Beer chugs aren't helping. God i keep burping.

Holllly fuck im hungry. Im actually kindd of worried 2 more burgees and 2 more fries wont be enough.

I found rum! To put in the sodass, cuz 3 came with the commbo. The 4th ddink was a milkshake

Mmy pantsre getting real tight my belly feels soo swollen. The whole thingg just bobs up sn down when i hicccup, barely joggles at the bottomm. Thats harxd to do, usually theres enough fllab to bounce around. Fuck i ate a lot of food. I alwways so. Swhy i triedto stop. But thidx is way tooo good

Woonder if i can finish the 6 pax

I finnishhed.. . Sn im fickin huuhe i havero roll to ger up. I mean iff im being honest iit was alreaddy gettinggn a likl hard to gef uo sometimes, not evenn when im dbrunk. Im just gerting fattddr fhan chumbby now

Myg belly is makong big giŕgles, likè i can feel the rumbvles shifting alll of the crapp i shoved ij my facr. Its no wonder imbgetting so fat.

Uuurrrp! Ugh im so burppy. All the booxe and food is kust bloating md up.

Imm tryna walk to the bsthroom, gottta pee, bit walkings a little vit hard rn. My feet just adent helpful at all. Gooð thingi can  lean against the wall. Its reallg cold against my bare belly.

Holy shif. I cant see my feet. I ate so mucĥ i cant see over my gut standin like this. Ficck

Ik now i said ið slwo down  but i  ant help it! This jusy feels too good. Wish i could jist stau home and bè a denk houss pig.

Itz 3am ive bðen goeging n drinkj n and smoking since 5pmm. Thays 10 straight hours. Ohh man do i feel ir noe. Irs a good think im fucking bllitzed or else mg belly would hurtt too mch to sleep. Ut im nice and floary and drunk ansx my stomaxh just feels lkke a rock.

Igh i  ant lay down all the way, going to havè to sleep in my reclineŕ i think. My ut needs the spport of my thighs. It actually pushes my thighs apart noe.

Mmm i can barly keep my eues open, vut i cant stop rubbing my belly. If feels sooo good. Itd comeepletly studfded full, hard at the toucĥ  even with the later of fat i put in in the passt year.

Class is gonne be jard tomoror

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Millie could hear the snoring before she opened the door to their apartment.

Shavon's probably passed out again.

She was right. They were completely conked out in the recliner, empty cans and fast food wrappers littered around them. Their bare belly sat in their lap, clearly too stuffed to pool on their thighs like usual.

Millie had met Shavon in freshman year at the pride alliance club, and moved in together nearly two years ago. Aside from their increasing messiness, Shavon had been a pretty good roommate. They let Millie have her introvert downtime, but was always ready to chill if she wanted company. When they were sober, Shavon was also a killer cook. That was getting more and more rare. Nowadays it was mostly takeout. Luckily they (almost) always ordered enough for Millie, too. Didn't seem like that was the case tonight, though.

Millie knew better than to tiptoe around now, trying to be quiet. If Shavon was passed out like this, it would take the noise of a rapture to pull them out of their coma. She grabbed a takeout bag and chucked all the garbage inside, and threw the beer cans into a different bag. Her eyes traced along Shavon's corpulent form.

They had changed a lot since they first met. Starting college, Shavon had definitely been curvy, but nowhere near overweight. However, living alone for the first time and being able to choose their own food led to a very quick freshman 15. It didn't help that Shavon and Millie's friend group loved either getting high or going drinking and then going out for takeaway later. Those extra calories piled up fast.

By the time Millie and Shavon got their apartment, Shavon was nearly 80 pounds heavier.

That year was the final year of undergrad for both of them. They dealt with the stress in different ways. Millie liked to garden, cook, and bake. Shavon liked to get baked and eat Millie's cooking, or cook something of their own.

Millie did a quick tidy of the kitchen and took a quick look in the fridge before heading to her room.

The whole friend group kind of knew that Shavon was always looking for some sort of indulgence. They all enabled it in some way or another. Ollie always had joints ready to go, for instance.

Millie also did her part. She scheduled a few deliveries for tomorrow, set to arrive right when Shavon would be getting back from class. She knew they had a three day weekend, and despite Shavon always saying they would cut back, she would probably need to order again by the time Saturday came around.

This is what made Shavon happy. Millie would do anything to make that happen.

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God, I have the best roommate. First, she woke me up this morning so I didn't miss class. My alarm was going off in my bedroom, and I guess it woke her up. But she didn't even complain! What's more, she had a coffee and breakfast sandwich ready for me! Which I dearly needed, because I dunno if I was hungover or still drunk, but existing this morning was rouuugh.

So I trudge through class (why tf did I go straight from undergrad into a masters??? I shoulda taken time off like Millie.) And as I get back home, there's a few bags at the door, as well as a grocery delivery guy. So I grab everything and unpack.

At first I thought she was throwing a party, cuz there was so much booze and snack foods. But then I saw her note on the coffee table beside a plate of brownies.

"Enjoy your three day weekend ;) try and save a drink or two for me after work. Xo Millie.

P.S. careful with the brownies, don't eat all of them in one go"

Tonight will be fun.

Ohhh ahit. I tech ically didnt eatvall of those brownies in one go. I ate one every hour for the past 4 hourss. And had a bowl. And drank like 6 cisers and a shot r 2.

I also ate like a metric ton of pasta. I like to cook when i m drinking, cuz i really norice when it starts to hit.

I still feell like im swelling. The pasta is stiiting in my belly like a rock, and all rhat booze has my belly has me judt getting bifger.

Shouldd i take another shoet? My belltss too rfull for another cider. Ill hust take another shot of this mickey herr.

I want chi0s. Oe cookies. Im so hungey. I dunno if u can get up tho, everythingd a lottle it spinny.

.the bioozw is hitting hard. I got up to trt more cider, cuz i wanted to deel my gut swell up ahain. I also gor chips, and ixe cream.  Didd you knowcthat if you mix cidsrc and valnilla ice cresam you get an booizy ice cream float?mm heavdn

I can hear my belly slosh when i shakecit to get our moew burps. Slosh soash slosh Urrrrp! I 've been such a pig.everything tastes so goodzz even tho i can feel by gut stretchign.

Omm out of cider:(( i stìk got rum but i dunnno if i ccn grt ip to get mixxer. Ig i icould drjnk fromm the mickeryz but im pretty fuckrf up. Ill ftry.

Urrrrrrp! Uhh  fuvkk. I gottta rock bakk andcforth fo grt uò now, vut mg belly id so stufffed. Ifd like, pullinf down ansn out st the same tome. Ufuh im so fulll of bubbledd. I jusy gofta drjnnk rumm straightht up i cantn fuckin movd. Urrrrrp. Pigg. Hic!

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God, what a long day. Millie hated the afternoon/evening shift. She spent the whole morning anxious about work, and when she was off there wasn't much time to do anything.

Entering the apartment, she could hear the tv playing some nonsense, as well as evidence that Shavon hadn't passed out yet.

"Hic! Hic! Urrp! Uggh."

"Hey, love. How's it going?" Millie entered the living room, taking in the damage. A mixing bowl lined with what looked like pasta sauce was beside the recliner, along with wrappers for chips and a pint of ice cream. Millie didn't stop to count the cans, she knew by Shavon's hazy eyes it was at least half of the liquor order.

"Hic! Goooo-hic-od!" Shavon giggled and then burped. Their gut was once again a dome, just like last night. One of their hands was fondling their folds, probably completely without realising they were doing so. The other held the mickey of rum, which was more than half empty.

"You're drinking straight rum? Are you trying to black out before 10pm?"

"Naaaah. I wannted coke, bu- hic!- I cann get up. Mmm maybbe a bi drun -hic-k. An i feel -hic- really heavy. " Their eyes just could not focus on Millie.

Millie smirked. "Well, let me help with that. I'll get you some coke." She patted the top of her roommate's bare belly, unleashing a string of burps. Shavon hummed and smiled, sort of nodding.

As she puttered around the kitchen, Millie tried to combat the heat in her face. She started feeling...things whenever Shavon got like this. She noticed a few months ago, when she came home early to find her roommate beached on the couch, gut spherical from getting stuffed with an entire cake and a bottle of baileys. Shavon couldn't even speak, and neither could Millie. She felt a pull to them, and started tracing the bright pink stretch marks on their belly, before switching to a more meaningful belly rub. Shavon's moans switched from utter discomfort to pure satisfaction.

After that day, Millie had been enabling them more and more. Neither of them said anything about it, it just seemed to be the new way of life for them.

She mixed a drink for herself, and brought a few bottles of soda and an empty glass to Shavon.

They barely noticed Millie arrive, their head bobbing slightly with every hiccup, their several chins stopping them from leaning forward completely.

"Are you sure you need this?" Millie waved the pop bottle in front of them, their bloodshot eyes struggling to follow.

"Hmm? Yeaaa. Thhans, Millie." They managed to grab the glass, but they couldn't figure out where to put it to pour the rum in. They used to hold it between their knees, but now there was a massive belly in the way.

Millie grabbed the glass and rum, "here, let me. Tell me when." She let the rum trickle in and it continued filling. She was worried Shavon didn't understand the task, until the cup was over a quarter full with amber liquid.

"Whenn."

She topped the rest up with coke and handed Shavon the glass, who threw back several desperate gulps.

"Braaap! Thhanks, Millie. You'rr the bess-hic!"

"Let me bring you a snack to soak up that alcohol, honey."

Millie could hear their stomach gurgling as she walked away.

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Mmmm i can neeven lft my heßd. I thinķ im froolong. M so  drunk n by vfbrlly os so fill, vit im so hungruu. Mg eyds are socheavy.

Mmmph! Wha-?? Mmmm is choco olate. Cìpcakee i think? Where did it come romm? Cns barely oenc my eeyes. Oh, irs milliem good millie

"Yeah, I'm good? You like this?"

I nodd but i didnt mean to sau that outg louss. Can she reas mg thoughts?m my mouth was full of coohoxalate.

Ohh its do rich.  I onlg got onee hannd to ruv my poor belly, gofte keep holding the drink. I think i ll spoll if i try fo lift it up tho. Hic!

"Poor piggy, let me help you." Miklliee took my drink! I whine but ifts good to haveb bofh my handds to rub my fut.

Brrap! Uhh ohm y god shes rubbingng my gut too ansd it ffeeks amazing. I canr keep my head up its gonns fall nack. My eyess kro dry to keep opdnn.

"Your poor belly. No wonder you're outgrowing your recliner. You'll have to start being a hog on the couch soon."

Ffuuckk mmmmm hmm?

Myt drink it at my mouth i  gofta chug? Ogh righth millie is holdnf it, she s holdinf it to my motjh, i gottta be s good pig andcdrink. Ans drink. Andx drink. Igg burns!

Urrrrap!

"That was hard work, huh? You're panting! You did so good tho, you drank it all."

"I'mm a gooo pigghy hic!" Im do fuckifn full fhat thre hiccup makes my belly od one solif bounce. No jigggle no rupples no soff flab. Ebeen my belly hsndg is like inflated. Hic!

"A good piggy who got the hiccups. Did someone drink too much?"

"Hic! Bnnno. Hic! Urrrp. I cou drinkk morr. Hic! Ugh."

I fink shes lauching at me? Shes smkling ugh shes so cute. Oooh shee rubbinggn my belly ans hm? Holdong another cup to myh mouthh.

"Then drink."

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Millie wasn't sure if the heat in her cheeks was from her drink, or from spending the next few hours getting Shavon even more tanked. By midnight they had finished the mickey of rum, taken several more bong hits, and demolished a plate of nachos Millie made. They had ended up passing out mid bite around 12:30am, nacho still in hand. Millie cleaned them up a little, tidied the living room, and tucked them under a blanket.

Maybe it was the alcohol guiding her thoughts, but Millie fell asleep to thoughts of seeing how often they'd be able to do this.

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4 cypcakes was a lit of sufer, a lot of caloriws. All my burps tatse like chocolate and boozze. Itd onlyy lirk 2. I soke ip at noon andx i wasnt even hunf over!

Prily cuz i was dtill drinnk.

Keepong my head up is haed. Uh oh is sounds like millies home.

"I hope my piggy's hungry!"

Oh, i iam.

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It'd been three weeks since that night, and Shavon got fucked up every single night that they didn't have a morning class the next day. So every Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night. They were starting their debauchery early on Saturdays and Sundays now, sometimes getting beached on the recliner before noon.

Millie brought home groceries and liquor after running errands on Saturday. Most of her purchases were now based on what Shavon wanted to consume. Lots of sweets, lots of fast food, and of course lots of booze.

"I hope my piggy's hungry!" She put down the groceries in the kitchen and rounded into the living room to see Shavon smiling dumbly at her, red eyes hazy and unfocused.

"Yaaa, you brought me f-hic- food?" They licked their lips as if they were starving, but their bulging gut showed they were anything but. The past few weeks of overdrive had clearly taken a toll, their stretchmarks shattering across their rapidly expanding frame.

"I did! I bet you're starving. And thirsty too! I only see seven beer cans."

Shavon picked up the one in their cup holder and chugged, belching repeatedly once it was drained.

"Ei- burrrp!- eight.." they giggled slightly and their head lolled to the side a little, and Millie felt a familiar heat trace through her body right up to her cheeks.

"Let me get you more." Let's see how much they can take before they pass out today.

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Ccu ck she kèeps holdinf frinls snd food to my mojtn snd i gotts eat them  all . I cnt fickinf breathe. My gut is creajinf smd stretching so mich  its itcht.

Mmmmm Urrrrrp!

I love when shee doee s this. In faxt, last few gimes i was drunko sje pushsd me til i blacked out. Maybe ecen more timws and i dont remember.

"Urrrrrp! Oh Millieee..."

Yes sweetie?

Moatrrre pless"

The little piggy wants more?

"Urrrrp! Yessh"

And she holdls a beer bottle to my mouth and i xhug and i chug. It riahes to mt throar and i choke a little, vut she doesn't stopp. My st0maxh is o fizzy,  it all bubbles back as soon ascshe moves away.

Urrrp URRRRP! Ohhhh

Jshe btought home takeout.. i ofnt evem need to open my eyesz shes just holding the food to my mouth snd i just jeep esting. I odnt even know how mosny burgers sre in my gut. Ohhh its stretching

Hic! Hic! Each hiccup us shaking ny belly. My fat is do jigglyg now. I fdel it whenefver i moce. I thiught i wass fatf befoŕ,vut thrr pst like 2? Weeekd i purt on like 10 pounffs. If sheh keepd dfeeingb me like thið in gonnna be òvr 350 brefore septtemver. I wont fiþ in ther desks at scoool! I alrrsdy have fo squeezde into them. Vi have to osqueeze into a lfo  of things now. Clotheds, boothsz, doors, sns eveɓ our shower.

Kmmm shhees squeeezing my bellt, and squeexing more into uf. Brrathjng is kinda haed..

"H-hic- how mmmuch have i had to drinn?" Wowe my tongue isc so iheacy.

"You don't know? Let me count for you."

Sheees holdin up each cañ and bottle sss she counts.  I csnr keep tracj.

"...eleven, twelve, thirteen! You have such a high tolerance, most people would be passing out now."

"Yeahhh, I haf a high tolr-hic-ance."  My eues are do heavy and mym bellu is too aand its kinda hardd to ke p my head ipm

"So that just means you need more, hhmm?"

Im nodding  i think im nodding. Millies smilinngz so i did nodd. Oohh shesx makin me a mixdd drink  i like thosde best.

"Drink up, piglet. You're far too sober."

Glug! Glug! Glug! Uhhh itcbursn. Usually shs hides the alchol flavour bt kthis is so mucĥ vodka  i think.

Urrp!!! Urrrrapp! Ii cant stop pantiiing myyy belly to heacy. Ooooh...

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Millie couldn't stop tracing her nails over Shavon's swollen stomach. They had passed out maybe 15 minutes ago, but that didn't mean their body was silent. Gurgles and groans were emitting from their poor belly, which once again had barely any give.

The two hadn't spoken about this yet, but both seemed to like it. Millie loved being a little bit responsible for Shavon's state, and Shavon liked every push and prod Millie gave. It was working out well for both of them.

But what would happen in the future? Would Shavon want to stop to focus on school and later their career? Could they stop if they wanted to? If they couldn't, would Millie's salary be enough to cover everything?

Millie shook her head. These aren't problems for right now. The next problem was that Shavon would probably rouse still tanked, but starving. By now, Millie was figuring out Shavon's wants and desires, and they would want something heavy and greasy as soon as they woke up.

So she left the unconscious orb of a human to convert all those calories into more fat, and started working on a menu for the rest of the weekend.

Let's see if we can get 10lbs in 1 week this time.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

aggressive coping

I know I don’t mention this much but I feel the need to bring it up now (since the last book 7 update was the Octavinelle one) 😂

Is anyone else like… disappointed by how much Jade’s UM got seriously nerfed??? Shock the Heart has so many limitations. Firstly, it requires eye contact. Plus, it can only use it ONCE per person. Even then, it is not guaranteed to work since it fails on people who are on high alert and those under his UM's influence can still refuse to answer questions demanded of them. How am I supposed to believe Jade somehow has enough magical capacity to attend a prestigious school like NRC?????? (Especially when you consider that it may entirely be possible to substitute his UM for just slipping someone a truth serum or something.)

Some low magic mages like Fellow can use his UM multiple times, even letting his UM seemingly "stack" (and thus enhance its effect). And this is FELLOW, a character whose backstory involves him being rejected from magic schools, who scoffed at his low level of magic. So... Jade, who has enough magic capacity to attend NRC, one of the most prestigious arcane academies, has a weak as heck UM while Fellow, who has so little magic he doesn't qualify for much less prestigious arcane academies, has a UM that has multiple uses that enhances its power with each cast?????????? OKAY????????? And not only that, but many of Jade's classmates have much more advanced and complicated UMs too (look at Jamil with his MIND CONTROL 🤡 which hurts the victim the more they resist) or can essentially spam their UM (stares at Silver). So how come Jade is like the ONLY person who only has a one-time use UM????? Of all UMs, is this really the only one the devs thought would be overpowered???? I understand that there will naturally be variance in the power and abilities of each mage, but it still feels like he really got the short end of the stick...

I... guess the nature of the UM makes sense with Jade's crafty nature??? Because the limited usage for it reinforces and informs Jade's caution and strategizing for the instances in which he actually breaks out his UM. BUT THE ISSUE IS THAT THE VERY SAME COULD BE ACHIEVED IF HE HAD AN UNLIMITED NUMBER OF USES. Jade could still be wary about using Shock the Heart frequently because it could allow others to catch on to what his UM does... and if they're alert around him or avoid looking him in the eyes, it makes his UM fail anyway. I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY THE DEVS WOULD DO HIM SO DIRTY LIKE THIS OTL J word doesn’t deserve this injustice, LET HIM BE A MENACE

The only bit of solace I have and cling onto is that maybe MAYBE Jade was lying to us all along about how limited his UM is (I have no reason to believe this is canon since, even as late as the dire circumstances of book 7, Jade keeps describing his UM as single use only and can’t seem to exceed the single use rule even in a dream)💀 He can use it as many times as he likes, he’s just deceiving us about the one time use to lure the few people who do ultimately find out about his UM into a false sense of security… or maybe his UM is still developing and could become stronger over time??? Cuz like. Why chide Floyd for casually telling others about his UM but then Jade ALSO just casually tells us about his UM... That’s my (delusional) non-canon compliant headcanon 😤

[fruitsywriting]

Talking about Mark, Amber and Eve in Invincible:

This isn’t to hate on the show in any form, it’s a minor critique as I love to dissect and discuss parts of shows that I love. This is meant for me to rant into the darkness of the abyss, and maybe it’ll talk back to me.

Spoilers for Invincible- but just the show. Not the comics.

First off, I like Amber and I think people overhate her. I’m a firm believer that you are allowed not like a character and not have a reason, though usually your dislike will come from Something, because it’s your opinion. Where the problem begins, to me at least, is when you’re attacking anyone who like the character or have to be like “well I don’t like them” whenever they’re brought up in a positive way. Hey, how about this? Lemme talk about this character for one second without bringing up the fact you don’t like this character. Thanks! 🙏🏽

Amber meant a lot to me, when I first started invincible the first time- I was excited to see a black girl be the main love interest (as a black woman yk). I could tell by the way they were setting up she was about to be the disposable black girlfriend but I was in denial. (I could go on a whole rant about the treatment of black women in media and I might soon) At that time, I didn’t even finish season 1, or I don’t remember finishing it but I didn’t continue the series because I didn’t like gore. I finished season 2 and 3 this year and I do have to say I saw it coming. Mark and Eve getting together, and I will not lie- I was disappointed. I will say maybe my bias for Amber will cloud what I’m about to say but I also think I would’ve thought this regardless.

I don’t like how Mark and Eve’s relationship has turned out. I like all three of these characters- even when their actions get on my nerves. Season 3 made Mark and Eve feel unlikable to me. Maybe it’s whenever they’re together but still. A lot of what Mark and Eve were doing this season was having sex, and barely communicating further than “it’s not your fault” if that makes sense. It’s not like they don’t talk, period. They talked season 1, perhaps even season 2. Season 3 however Eve felt like a Yes Man to me, or more so just her comforting him for a bit before they have sex. That’s not a problem, but when you compare how Amber and Mark bonded in their relationship before they even had sex together it made me wish we had that in a way. It felt rushed, and I heard it’s because they cut a lot of the romance from the comic but it’s also why I think they should’ve had a gap before he got with Eve because it just FEELS RUSHED.

Now, for the moments that pissed me off the most. When Eve broke her leg and was in the hospital and he didn’t leave her side. I understand it’s not a typical break but him not leaving her just pissed me off. I understand that he might not make the best decisions at this age, but me being the same age, I’d be more worried for my brother and mother out there- like Cecil said. Then Cecil said Eve wouldn’t like that he was there the whole time, Mark said “I don’t care”. Don’t piss me off. PLEASE, could they have used this plot point because I guaranteed Eve WOULD have been pissed. In season 1 when Mark got dumped and didn’t want to help, she scolded him for it. She said she would rather save lives than pout like how he was.

And Rex’s funeral. They definitely fucked that up, because why was Rae the only one sad? I mean, Eve was, but that went down the drain when Mark was smiling and shi and then they fuck. “I’m just glad you’re alive” HUH. Brotha, someone you knew just died! And you two seemed to be friends in season 3 like huh????? I am a sucker for family dynamics, like Arcane, so when he seems to put Eve above his family I’m ngl it pmo.

And back to Amber, I loved her because of how fierce she was, the ability to stand up for herself. She reflects Debbie but certain fans don’t wanna hear that. Not saying Eve is a doormat by any means, she’s strong (even though the show constantly is nerfing her for Mark to be stronger), and was able to stand up for what she thought was right. I love Eve, just not whenever she’s with Mark, romantically at least. And I like Mark, except for when he’s with Eve. And I love Amber, period. I agree with all her points in season 1, talk to a wall about it if you don’t because I’m not changing my mind.

Anyways, I’m just screaming into the void so this doesn’t bother me that much anymore lol.

[littlelambscandyland]

hello! I was wondering if your asks were open. If so could I maybe make a request!! It’s for scream (1996)! Like maybe a short prompt or a longer one, or even headcanons! Whatever you prefer of Billy and Stu (or just one if easier) with agere reader? I wouldn’t say forced agere but maybe forced cg if that makes sense? The reader already regresses, but they force their way into caring for reader despite how unwanted it is!! And maybe with masc or GN reader? I’d prefer if it was a bit sillier, until reader finds out about them being ghostface (if you get to that), or it can just be after they know that they both are ghostface! Preferably no diapers and stuff, if possible!! If not that’s okay!!! (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) just do whatever you wanna do, if you decide to answer this ask. tysm!! sorry for my nervous rambling lol

Hi! I'm so, so sorry it took so long to get to this. My hyperfixations have been kicking my butt and I only just got back into my slashers fixation. I decided to do headcanons and a short story at the end. I hope I do you justice!

Just A Little Forced (Headcanons & Story)

So, let's say for this scenario that you were already a part of their friend group. We can go ahead and assume that this has given both killers plenty of time to study you and learn whatever they need to without stalking too much, even though we all know they still will.

So, let's say they distinctly told you not to come to the party or maybe you regressed and decided not to go, either way you don't go and make it out unscathed. Now let's say that the men got away with all of it, and the next time you see them you're visiting them in the hospital.

After everything calms down you continue to be friends with them. Both seem a bit more intense than before, but you just assume after a traumatic event like that anyone might become a bit more edgy.

Now let's say one of them slips up, most likely Stu, but, oops, turns out they knew about your regression for a really long time. For a second you panic, at least I know I would, and you wonder how they knew or did they think less of you because of it.

Billy is the one to explain it away. Manipulating his words perfectly to make certain situations seem like clear indicators even though they're not. Stu's the one to tell you that they don't think less of you, if anything they think it makes you better!

So, the three of you go on like this for a short time, before the two practically collapse at your feet asking to be your caregivers. Of course, you trust the both of them, they're your best friends, so you say yes.

Good Golly the can of worms you just opened!

If you thought they were intense before you're really in for it now. Billy was protective before, but now he's always hovering and glaring at people. Stu loved getting you and Billy gifts, but now you're no longer given a choice when he sees you looking at something too long.

They're so incredibly sweet in and out of regression. Sometimes, well most times, they will cause you to slip just by acting and talking those certain ways. As much as you try to apologize for slipping when it's "inconvenient" they rebel by coddling you with affection until you forget any guilt.

Stu is amazing at bedtime and playtime. He makes both of them fun and calming. He tucks you in and will read a bedtime story or screw up a lullaby. He really loves anything you want to do, play dress-up, play with dinosaurs, with nerf guns, play video games, or with building blocks, he's your guy. He is also your go-to when sad. He is really good at making you smile/laugh in those moments, not to mention all those silly nicknames he gives you.

Billy is great with mealtimes and calming you down. When it's time to wind down he knows just what to do. He's often the one helping with bath time and making sure Stu doesn't put you in something "too stupid". He is the best at making sure you eat good and get to bed on time. Despite Stu being your go-to when sad if you want some good comfort rather than a distraction Billy is a much better pick, holding you until you're no longer sad.

All in all you're well taken care of for a while. That is until Ghostface comes back. At first you worry about the two and if they may be a target of this copycat, but both men pacify your worries. With their lack of care for this killer you turn to ignore it as well.

Now let's say you were going through one of their rooms. Maybe you lost a stuffie, or a block, or maybe curiosity was just getting the better of you. What you found certainly wasn't what you were looking for. A black and white mask and a bloodstained knife.

After their failed attempt at lying away the items they revert to option two, locking you away. It's not like they can kill you, no, you're their baby, but they can't just let you go either.

It works well for the both of them anyways, they already didn't like you having to leave and do all those "adult" things and now they had a reason to make you stay. Not to mention they can just keep you at Stu's house since the Ghostface killed his parents.

After this they try their best to comfort you. They hate that you're trying to push them away. Not to mention you found everything out while regressed, oh they feel terrible.

Billy practically moves in with you both, but he still has to entertain his father, at least for now. Both men still try to coddle you and occasionally will force their affections on you when you push them away.

Things are much more strained after, but if you can move past the fact that they're serial killers and focus on how good they are at being your caregivers then you'll be as golden as before if not better, now that they don't have to hide that part of themselves anymore.

~~🔪~~~~~~~~~🔪~~~~Story Under Cut~~~~🔪~~~~~~~~~~🔪~~

You ran as fast as you could, stumbling through the halls, and laughing. You made a bet with your Daddy Stu that you could beat him to the bedroom. Of course, not that you knew, Stu let you win, so he and Billy could gather all the snacks for your little movie marathon. It also helped get out some extra energy so they could get you to sleep later.

The two men lingered in the kitchen for a bit longer while you ran to the room. Once in there you jumped on the bed and waited for your daddies to join you. Well, you were going to wait but you accidentally knocked one of your stuffies off the bed. 

You throw your arm down the crack between the wall and the bed that your stuffed friend fell. You search and search for your fluffy friend only to pull out a weird looking magazine, a mask, and finally your friend.

You look at the little hoard you’d gathered from the gap. You found yourself grossed out by the magazine and you already had your stuffed friend wrapped in your arms, so you turned your attention to the black and white mask.

You inspected it closely: the divots and scratches, the stains and the tears. Suddenly you felt increasingly unsafe. Why did this thing have so many red speckles on it? Was it blood? No, no, you Daddies would never do anything bad. It must be fake, for a costume, right? You pushed your hand back down the hole and dug around until your hand hit something hard. You grabbed a hold of it and pulled it out almost easily. Your tiny heart practically stopped when you saw the long blade. Something red clung to the very base of the blade due to poor cleaning. This wasn’t real you thought. 

You went into hysterics crying and hyperventilating as your mind slipped further and further down due to the panic. Whatever big kid part of your brain was still working shut down as you regressed more and more.

Both men were laughing as they entered the room, at least that was until they were made aware of the scene happening right there on Stu’s bed. Stu was quick to spring to action, scooping you up in his arms even as you tried to fight and flail away from him. Billy stood almost statue-like for a moment as he assessed what had made you so distressed, a firmer look grew on his face as he noticed the mask and knife laying out on the bed.

It was like time stopped, and, yet everything moved much too quickly. Billy tried to lie it all away while Stu tried to calm you. Neither worked.

Weeks had passed since the incident, you finding out about their secret hobby. Weeks since they locked you in Stu’s home and didn’t let you leave. Days since you’ve last allowed yourself to relax. Days since you’ve last regressed, not trusting them anymore.

The boys had barely changed. They still acted as loving and as doting as before. The only difference is now you know where their hands have been. You know what they’ve done; what they’re capable of. You’re terrified of them, disgusted, and angry.

You lay here now on the bed of a room they’d decorated just for you. You lay there waiting, knowing they’d be home soon, knowing they would try to make you regress again. You wait because you don’t know if you can fight the regression, not tonight. You need all the time you can get to prepare to remind yourself who those two actually are. Sure, they take care of you, but they’re still murderers.

When they do finally get home Stu calls for you at the door. “Pumpkin! We’re home!”

You can hear the smile in his voice. A part of you wonders what they were doing out there. Were they doing normal everyday things, the child in you wonders if they went to a park or arcade, or were they out doing more terrible things to people?

You listen as their steps get closer. You listen as they open the door. You turn away when they come towards the bed. Tears gather at having to turn away the only people you ever fully trusted.

“Baby, turn back around.” You hear Billy command softly.

“Yeah, c’mon you’re hurting our feelings over here.” Stu chimes in, and you can hear his pout.

You shake your head into the pillow. A shaky breath comes out of you. It’s hard not to regress simply by the way they talk to you.

“Okay then.” Da- Billy says.

You feel the bed dip before you’re pulled roughly into one of their arms. As your heart beats rapidly you’re turned to face him. The second your eyes meet Billy’s you’re pushing him away and crying to be let go.

“Oh, hey, hey! It’s okay. You’re okay!” Stu tries to pacify while he comes over to sit next to Billy.

“No, no! Let me go! Let-” You’re cut off by Billy.

“That’s enough!” He practically hisses.

Your heart drops. He never talks to you like that. Even these past few weeks he hasn’t gotten angry at you. Not until now. You could feel your breathing quicken.

“Look what you did.” Dadd- Stu scolds Billy. “You scared them.” He says rubbing his larger hands down your arms in attempted comfort.

“Don’t coddle them, Stu. They’ve been acting like a brat for over a month now.” Billy argues angrily.

“Jus go away…” You whisper, trying weakly to push either away from you.

It almost hurts, shoving the thoughts and feeling away; the want to be held by them, the need to slip further and further into that child's mindset.

“Oh, come on, angel… You know your daddies just wanna take care of you.” You curl in on yourself as Stu tries again to soothe you.

“We’d never hurt you. We’ve taken care of you so well, haven’t we?” Billy claims while stroking your cheek with his thumb.

Stu leans over and you’re practically pinned between your two caregivers. A part of it was comforting. Like cuddling on the couch, but that wasn’t the situation. Stu sits his head on your shoulder and his eyes meet Billy’s and it’s like they’re talking without saying a thing.

“You know~” Stu starts with a growing smile. “Your daddies bought something for you while we were out.”

Despite yourself, you get excited. The little in you pushing out slowly got incredibly excited at the thought of a gift. Your daddies always got you the best gifts.

Wait, wait, they still aren’t safe… Right?

Stu jumps off the bed and grabs the bag they discarded by the bedroom door. Billy maneuvered you so your back faced him rather than Stu. The taller man finally sits back on the bed holding the bag.

He leans down slightly and whispers with a grin. “Do you want to open it?” 

As much as you wanted to continue to fight, your excitement won, and you nod your head.

“Hear ya go!” He says pushing the bag towards you.

Opening the bag you’re met with something dark green and soft. You grab it lightly and pull it out of the bag. Your excitement grows when you see the face of a T-Rex. You try to hold back the smile and giggle building in your throat.

“Do you wanna see something cool?” Your Daddy Billy asks from behind you.

You nod quickly in response. Without hesitation he presses the dinosaur's foot and the toy comes to life. A loud roar shoots out of it. You can’t hold back any longer and you let a laugh rip through you. 

Both men silently celebrated at your reaction. You press the dino’s foot again and again with a smile. Soon your Daddy Stu takes the toy from your hands and the three of you shift slightly so it’s easier for you to play.

You pause every once in a while, fear creeping in until one of your caregivers pulls you back. Yes, you were trapped and yes you were scared, but you guess it could be worse.

[mia-maybank]

Analysing the clips from the hbh s3 filming announcement vid bcs i need s3 rn or i might die

-Putting this one at the top before doing the rest in chronological order bcs this clip has really interested me: Its a clip of a scene being filmed when Missy and Sasha are clearly arguing which means Missy is FINALLYYY calling Sasha out for her shit. Also Spider's behind missy its giving either missy being protective girlfriend and defending spider or spider being protective and ready to jump in if needed?? Also Ant is stood with Spider bug bfs crumbbb. And Harper and Amerie are like behind Missy too definitely backing missy up i already love this scene without even having context to it. Also Ants silly lil sunglasses on his head i love him.

-The leavers tops mean we are getting them graduatingggg the way im gonna SOBBB

-Quinnis mushroom hat is the cutest im so jealous + all the quinni outfits in the vid are looking soso cute

-The third clip looks like they are actually filming a scene there bcs of the camera so I guess they are wearing builder hats bcs from what you can see of the set it looks like part of the school (the burnt bit) is under construction whilst the rest is still fine so no weird moving to another school yippee!! Also guarantee they are meant to not go on the construction sight and it literally becomes the slts secret hangout spot calling it now. There's so many angles of this scene being filmed just in the one vid so it must be a big one.

-Somebodys written an absolute paragraph in red pen on ants top right leg on his leavers pants (guarantee its spider) and also they have nerf gunssss so MUCK UP DAY CHAOS!!

-HARPERS LONG HAIR IS SO PRETTY also i just know that whole lil scene of her walking with her headphones on is gonna be so slay

-There's a scene being filmed in the design technology classroom (which we know ant canonically takes) with Spider sat on a desk (looking HOT btw) with Missy stood beside him looking even hotter (we are deffo getting them as a public couple in s3 i cant wait bcs in one shot of that scene i looks like spider has his arm around her back) and cash sat next to and behind spider on a desk whilst Ant sits on a desk at the front and centre of that scene with a sculpture head on the table (could be like his exam project??) but overall it looks like they are all just talking about something in a big circle- Quinni and Darren are together by Ant, Harper is next to Missy and Spider and Amerie is leaning on Ant's desk. The hbh official insta caption says smth about a revenege prank going horribly wrong so maybe they are all sat there stressing and discussing what to do or smth?? Also its notable that all the slts are in that room except sasha.

-Sashas long hair also slays and brodie (ants actor) is in the background of that clip in a leopard print jacket which 1.Ant is gonna slay in 2. I hope this means they might finally acknowledge the fact that Ant isn't fully straight properly.

-Somebodies written Antman on the back of Ant's leavers shirt just a cute lil detail for ya xoxo

-Looks like there might be a scene with Harper, Ant and Amerie which I love bcs its Harpers 2 fave people <33

-Its a clip of the actors together but this also means we could get Spider, Ant and Quinni as a trio in a scene which is random but im lowkey here for it bcs its just gonna be quinni and ant hyping eachother up and causing absolute chaos whilst spider tries to reign them in lmao.

-Ant and Harper's actors getting promo photos together means they are gonna get promo'd as a couple they are coming in s3 guys!!

-SPIDER IN THE BLACK VEST IM GONNA DIE HE LOOKS SO HOT and look at the way Missys showing him her nails thats deffo a cute couple scene they were filming like awww

-Quinnis leavers jacket saying jellyfish is so sweet the lil throwback to s1 and QuinniDarren friendship :')

-I have mixed feeling on Cash's jacket saying cash after finding out what that means im praying the writers dont forget abt that but i trust they wont

And thats my ramble over if ur still here thank u!!

[aingeal98]

Not sure if this is an unpopular opinion but if a comic book author writing one of the Robins "well" involves them putting down all of the other batkids/team members to a horrible degree, they're not actually writing that Robin well. It's lazy writing not just for the characters holding the idiot ball but also for the character who the author clearly thinks is the specialist little boy. I never read comics like that and go wow this is why x characters is so cool! I think wow x character is so pathetic the only way the author could make them look good was to nerf and narratively curb stomp every character around them.

Like even if there's a good bit of Dick or Tim dialogue with Bruce, if it's explicitly tied to the author shitting on Jason, Steph or Damian like 5 panels ago then you can't just take it out of context as "good Nightwing writing" or "good Tim writing". It's like those batman hug panels people use to say he's a good dad when the actual issue has him doing terrible things. If it's only good when completely divorced from the bad writing context then maybe it's not actually good.

[frankenwolf1564]

DNA Design DK-54 Legacy United Animated Powermaster Optimus Prime: Well worth the wait

I finally got the DNA Design Legacy United Animated Optimus Prime upgrade kit in hand, and I wanna talk about it a bit y’know? These are more some rough, loose thoughts on the set itself, rather than a full review of it and the figure it’s for.

First off, this is. So damn satisfying. Powermaster Optimus Prime is already one of my favorite things in Transformers… ever? So having any kind of physical representation of the Animated take on the concept is really gratifying, even if it isn’t all the bells and whistles. It looks absolutely gorgeous. The color matching is really on point, though not quite one-to-one. This is my first experience with DNA, as I’m sure is the case for many others, and it’s a solid first impression, with everything made from some high-quality plastic, though there is maybe a touch too much extra weight. Optimus has trouble holding more dynamic poses with the armor on, and I found myself needing to tighten his knees and shoulders just so he could bear the weight outside of standing straight up. Yet at the same time a few parts feel a bit thin? Mostly the wing pack. I don’t like pegging the hammer into the wings for truck mode because they don’t have the little bit of give they need. It’s a similar story for storing the gloves, there’s not really room to do it the way DNA wants you to do it, though it's not a cause for concern, unlike the wings.

The full truck mode is glorious, and, again, very gratifying. The only toy of Optimus’ full fire truck mode released in the Animated toyline was… a transforming NERF blaster. That’s it. So having it as an actual Transformer is well overdue. Good luck getting it to sit flat though. I could not get all the wheels on the ground, but I might’ve been doing something wrong idk- The “trailer” doesn’t connect very securely, either. It’s not going anywhere just rolling it around, but Optimus isn’t pegged in all that tightly. The set doesn’t make use of the unique square tabs on Optimus’ feet. You know, the ones that were almost certainly included specifically for a potential Powermaster upgrade. This doesn’t really matter for robot mode, but the trailer could have probably used them alongside the 5 mm pegs so that you can, I don’t know, pick it up?

Any minor gripes aside, I absolutely adore this thing. It looks phenomenal and… is going to be a centerpiece display. I don’t currently have room on my shelves for the full wingspan. He’s a big boy…

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Thought I’d drop you an ask about your D&D character(s) after your nostalgia post. Consider it an opportunity to wax lyrical if you want

Oh man, my high school D&D characters, hell yeah.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

So my high school D&D group was probably most notable for being waaaaay too big, because the guy who who was running the game that started the whole thing didn't quite know how to say no to people asking to join, and ballooned up from maybe six people to like. Thirteen. Which is fucking massive and horribly unwieldy, and bear in mind we were playing 3.5, where combat was somehow even worse and more long-lasting than modern 5e.

(This, incidentally, was how Ferro and I got to know each other properly, because of our group he was the one who didn't go to the same school as the rest of us, but he'd known the DM since they were like two. We got each other in the epic six-way post-college friend divorce, and Dan and Cedric got married.)

I can't remember any of their names, but the two characters that come to mind from that period were the very first character I made, an elf bard (natch) who came in late to the game comparatively late but had a few cool moments that mostly actually revolved around nerfing this other player's constant attempts to kill a different guy's characters, because he was that type of guy who would make a big thing out of playing chaotic evil characters to justify bullying other players. I had a couple moments in the climatic final battle of that first campaign where I mostly stopped him from ruining what everyone else was doing, lol.

The next campaign, which to this day remains an old favorite, was an Underdark exclusive where we realized that we couldn't reasonably play another game with this many people and split off into two groups. Ferro Dm'd one, and my then-girlfriend DM'd the other. I played an Orc barbarian with like 1 intelligence who made friends with the other characters and formed a bond with them. We spent a huge amount of that campaign fucking around and getting into stupid scrapes instead of following the storyline, it was fun.

I have a lot of nostalgia for that group, even though we were objectively kind of a trainwreck. We all learned a lot, certainly, and all of us went on to have a lot interest in game creation and craft later. We had a bunch of stupid in-jokes, like you do, and we would sometimes cosplay our characters for big moments.

These days I haven't had a group to play with in a few years, in part because I really don't want to play D&D or other crunch-heavy games, but it's hard to get people to branch out to other games, although given how WotC has shat the bed recently, there's been a lot more interest in other types of ttrpgs, so we'll see what the future holds.

R's group is so...they remind me of that old teen group so much. The only thing that's really changed is which edition they're playing, and the fact they're all packing smartphones rather than little flip/slider late 2000s monstrosities with a hundred phone charms hanging off them. When I walked in on them, they were, as cliched as it sounds, actually about to fight a dragon, so I watched them play for a bit. R kept beefing her rolls, and her friend was convinced that he could repair a wall they broke with the one hundred crackers he had in his inventory. One of the girls had a really expensive-looking heavy metal dice set that everyone else was envious of, because she's apparently about as veteran of a player as you can be at fifteen and collects dice sets. Of course.

It was just really fun seeing kids playing, and the whole thing continuing on to a whole new generation. There was a dad who came in looking for something else, and he told me he used to play AD&D back in the eighties when he was a teen. At this point the game's been around long enough to have multiple generations playing together, which is absolutely delightful.

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wait I was being a bit of a spreen pov olo so I didn't catch any more drama 👀👀👀 sharing is caring

So there has been a lot bans due to people not following the rules(metagaming leads to being banned for 24hrs) or being disrespectful to the event organizers (*cough*daarick*cough*) but I lack the specifics for a lot of that

Though one person was banned because his *mod* was shit talking the event and so the organizers decided to ban the streamer??? Made no fucking sense and enough people defended him that he was allowed back on

There's this one instance of where a streamer I think created an area where his building was the "church" and the guy running it was really happy about it and even the admins said don't raid the church. But then people raided it :/ and the guy got really upset and was crying on stream :(!

Oh there was also a couple who...broke up in rust. His gf literally broke up with him through rust. That was fucking insane. Apparently it's cause the guy was being teased by others that he sucks at the game(basically rping) and the gf was embarrassed by it and decided to dump him over that?? That guy was...kinda venting on stream and being sad about it and just kept streaming and I was like BRO stop playing!! (He was also weepy...chat was saying he really loved her...)

Then there's the couple who were cheating with scripts/hacks. WHICH WAS INSANE. So they were caught cause the gf did a Sus move on her stream and that clip (and previous streams) were brought into investigation. And then other people found clips of her bf ALSO having the same Sus movement. Basically the hack was so there was no recoil/stray aiming when shooting, meaning you'd always land your shot. And gf had turned it on by accident and checking if it was on during stream lmao

So they were both banned and reported for cheating on Steam. AND LIKE. The guy went to do an interview thing and was saying like...'ohh I didn't cheat but my gf totally did that's on her. But I didn't use scripts, what instead I was doing was metagaming!' (Still breaking the rules?? But doesn't mean permaban) and it's like, he was clearly trying to distract from him cheating by saying that. It was. The dumbest shit I have ever heard.

Also the people interviewing him were like, so I heard you steam account was also banned because the system also caught you cheating after it was reported and the guy was like no I'm not banned, I'm just suspended for 3 days FYI :^) And so the interviewer looks up his account and literally had the "this account is permabanned" symbol or something idk and they're like BRO! You can't lie to us about that

Also also. The organizers nerfed players who had a shit ton of playtime to even out the playing field with the noobs and so everyone can be on equal ground ya know? SO LIKE. This guy ALSO lied about his play time. Bro had maybe like 7k hours or something in rust but he used a new steam account that had only 300 hours on it meaning he wouldn't get nerfed and could use better weapons...... And the organizers were like...why did you lie about that and the guy kept going, well my old account had those hours and I sold that account so I only have 300 hours on this new account. And he kept saying that over and over. LIKE THAT ANSWERED ANYTHING.

People have been metagaming a lot against our guys I guess for clout or something so that's also been annoying :/ ruined the fun a couple of days...There was one instance where they were going to raided someone and apparently 4-5 other teams then ambushed them as they were raiding and it was like??? How did everyone organize that??? It was shitty :/ (but our guys basically won against all those shitters LMAO)

Erm...that's all I know :3!

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Hi! I saw your Erza post, about her and her relationship with feminity. In the post you mentioned not liking how Erza's arc was written in canon. Could you please elaborate on it? I'm curious what you didn't like and how you think it could've been better, if that's okay! You're very articulate so I wanted to hear your thoughts, is all :3 <33

Have a nice week!

Forgive me! I saw this a while ago but I'm wrapped up in dragon age and my ft thoughts are a bit foggy so I completely forgot to respond.

My issue with Erza's writing has a lot to do with Mashima handling women in general. He has these really great concepts (specifically early fairy tail) but as time goes on he kind of defaults to the same things for every woman.

I personally think his writing for her and Jellal is just really lack luster. In an effort to get the audience to care about them he basically forbids Erza from ever being allowed to emotionally rely on her friends leading to a consistent flow of scenes where she's doing constant emotional labor but is expected to shoulder her own until Jellal shows up to maybe give her 2 seconds of being allowed to express herself.

I also like that she's surprisingly feminine in spite of how easy it would be to make her more masculine, but her feminity tying into her trauma is never really something that's touched on. I don't like that she's often used for clear fetish content (another overarching issue with every fairy tail girl regardless of how young) and humiliated sexually in fights in ways male characters never would be.

Honestly from her introduction she's had writing issues but she was a fun character. Introducing such a powerful mage as a main character early on is a weird choice. It would be one thing if she was more background only being in arcs when demanded, but her being a consistent main lead makes the world building feel less impactful when we get fights. It means she constantly has to get nerfed or forget her abilities when the plot demands her to not be savior of the day or we want Natsu to get the spotlight.

And overall it just feels like at some point Mashima really lost any concept of what to do with her as a character because she kind of meander going from main plot point to main plot point without giving her as a character any real development outside of her romance with Jellal. This isn't even me being a Erzajane shipper that shapes my dislike of Jellal and Erza, it's just very clear Jellal wasn't intended to be more than a one off character and him being brought back and sanitized was detrimental to Erza when Mashima decided to rush into a romance with them.

I want to note: we finished the show in September and ultimately I really hated it, much like I did when I was a teenager reading the final manga chapters. I'll still love the first season. I think Erza's characterization was great and we didn't have to deal with the overhanging romance bogging her down. It's just when it starts to overstay it's welcome that Erza suffers for it.

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My Boy (We Don't See Each Other Much)

a third fic request from unkat has reached me for some gamer au shenanigans. cool, i thought, nice low stakes goofin off fun time au. lets put some military industrial complex in there

cw: institutionalized homophobia, vague references to USAmerican military operations in the 2000's, gamer lingo

The raid was a resounding success by their guild's lax standards. Chilchuck managed to pull a rare light armor piece he'd been looking for, finally catching him up to the modern game; he was surprised by how much damage the standard grinding mobs were doing to him now, even if his defense was always going to be lower than the tanks and fighters he partied with. Laios landed the biggest critical hit he'd ever seen; the broadsword Chilchuck nabbed for him off the Auction House was working well for him. He was clearly still riding the high, humming the victory fanfare under his breath as he took inventory and milled about with Senshi, comparing the ingredients they’d collected, trading amongst themselves. It was late, though, close to Senshi’s prep hours. Marcille was fighting against the cozy lethargy that followed a glass of wine and swiftly losing. Falin had already logged out to take a shower and head to bed, stopping by Laios’ door for a hug goodnight.

Laios went right back to the desktop after he shut the door. He pulled his headset back on and heard the familiar sound of Chilchuck’s raspy inhale and then a long, satisfied exhale.

“Chilchuck!” Laios said, too eagerly. “You’re still up?”

“No, I’m fast asleep,” Chilchuck drawled. Laios snorted and threw a rock at Chilchuck’s head. It passed through harmlessly; neither of them wanted the hassle of dedicated PVP. Maybe Laios wasn’t as keen on roleplaying as Marcille and Falin were, but the roleplaying server had been a lot kinder to him than the standard ones he usually played on.

“You were right about the sword,” Laios tittered. “I really have to start doing the math instead of just looking at bigger numbers—uh, focusing on how sharp the blade is, I mean.”

Chilchuck coughed through a laugh, leaning away from the mic so that it didn’t blow Laios’ eardrums out. “I think some of the guides are a little out of date,” Chilchuck said, relaxed enough to drop character. Marcille was still nearby, though the AFK symbol appeared under her name; the elf she played nodded off, ears drooping.  “Critical chance used to be calculated with this really convoluted system that also included timers, so there were only so many crits you could get in the span of a few minutes,” he went on. “They updated it recently so that you roll for a critical every hit.”

“Oh, thank God,” Laios said. “On a timer? How long did raids use to take?”

“Oh, upwards of four hours.” Chilchuck said casually. Laios sputtered. “I know, I know. I guess people had more free time back then… though with how people run multiple raids a night now, I guess it’s down to how committed you are.”

“So critical hit percentage is the thing I should focus on, then.”

“For your build, yeah.”

“Why does everyone recommend focusing on damage per second?”

“It’s a recent change, I think it got pushed out just before you signed up. They’ve tweaked it a lot, so people tend to get confused on how it works now, as it gets buffed and nerfed. Attack and attack speed used to be connected to the same value, so there are other ways you can focus on dealing damage instead of just right clicking the dragon and watching one of twelve timers tick down.” Chilchuck smiled and took another drag. “I think they’re trying to freshen things up a little. I like the changes.”

“Really? Everyone in the forums talks about how much they hate it.”

“If they’re old enough to be using the forums, they’re old enough to hate their favorite thing changing,” Chilchuck laughed.

“But not you,” said Laios. There was a warmth there that Chilchuck didn’t see a reason for.

“Eh.” Chilchuck’s ears burned under his headset. “Maybe a little bit. They don’t make shooters like they used to.” There was a pause. “Oh, right, you don’t like those.”

“Just the super hoo-rah military ones,” Laios breathed. “I can do Team Fortress 2. That one’s pretty fun.”

“Oh! I play that with—a friend, sometimes,” Chilchuck stammered. “Do you… I’m still kind of wired. I got a day off tomorrow. Do you—”

“Yeah!” His mic clipped. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

“Wait, you don’t have a test tomorrow or anything, do you?”

“… No.”

“I don’t like that hesitation.”

Laios huffed and puffed and logged out of Dungeon Divers with little warning, but usernames were exchanged and soon Laios’ avatar (a dragon, what else) popped up in Chilchuck’s scant friend list, nestled between Dan and May.

“I didn’t think you’d be cool enough to play TF2,” Laios teased.

“Cool people play TF2? I thought it was all screaming toddlers.”

“There are a few of those, yeah,” Laios admitted.

“I played the original game. It was a lot different. I don’t really keep up with it these days, but…”

“No worries,” Laios chirped. “I’ll take care of you.”

Chilchuck felt something zip down his spine. “I’m not that bad.”

They played three matches with the usual late night crowd, and it was a miracle if Chilchuck could stay alive for longer than a minute or two, let alone get a kill. Laios, on the other hand, clawed up every scoreboard and sat at the top. He started with Sniper; Chilchuck followed him while waiting for his respawn timer to run out, flicking between first and third person views. He watched as opponents’ heads would pop like grapes the moment they touched Laios’ reticle, faster than Chilchuck’s eyes could tell his brain to move his fingers.

“Okay, maybe I’m pretty bad,” Chilchuck admitted. “Compared to you.”

Laios missed a shot and sputtered. “I’m concentrating…!” A Spy knifed him, and Chilchuck could hear Laios whack his mouse against the table in frustration. Chilchuck laughed.

“Relax, that’s your first one this round,” he teased. “Your reflexes are crazy. Maybe I’m getting too old for twitchy games like this.”

“The mechanics have changed a lot and all the tryhards are on,” Laios conceded, breathing out the annoyance. “I’ll switch to Heavy. Wanna be my Medic? I can keep more of an eye on you.”

Chilchuck sniffed at his demotion to pocket healer, but then at least he’d be getting assist kills. “Alright, fine.”

Many assist kills were had, and all was well. It was fun to watch Laios’ brain work, bobbing and weaving and jumping around. He played like May did, hyperfocused on the movement mechanics; Chuck’s wrists weren’t any good for that anymore, so he usually hung back to support anyway.

“So why TF2 and not Call of Duty?” Chilchuck asked between matches, lighting another cigarette in search of the now-elusive nicotine buzz. “Seems like you’re really good. You could probably go pro if you wanted.”

Chuck heard a rustling against the mic. Sounded like Laios fiddling with the thing, maybe rubbing his face. He heard a scratch of stubble.

“Eh. I just—don’t like the military aesthetic very much, or something,” Laios mumbled. “I, uh. I served, and it’s a little…”

Chilchuck coughed. “You served? As in, served in the army?”

“Yeah.” There was a chuckle from the other line. “What? Is it that surprising?”

“Well, you just never…” Chuck scratched at the nape of his neck. “You never said anything that made me think… I don’t know what I thought. You didn’t seem like the type.”

“That’s because I’m not,” Laios snorted. “I was a good shot, but not a good soldier, if that makes any sense?”

Chuck wet his dry lips and leaned back in his chair. He didn’t lock into the next game, and the queue dumped them out. Laios didn’t reset it.

“So you objected? Conscientious objection? Is that what it’s called?”

“That’s what it’s called, but uh… it takes a while to get that done if you enlisted voluntarily. You have to plead your case for it. I thought about it, but I didn’t get the chance.”

Chilchuck swallowed dryly, then tapped some ash out into the ceramic tray Patty made for him many Father’s Days ago. “So you were kicked out?”

“Discharged, yeah,” Laios sighed. His chair creaked as he leaned back, too. “Other than honorable.”

Chuck winced. “What did you do?”

There was that rustling again. “I, um. If you don’t ask, I don’t have to tell you.”

“Oh, uh. Sorry, I”—Chilchuck’s eyes went wide—"ohhh.”

“Yeah.”

“Seriously? They booted you over a thing like that?”

Laios laughed weakly. “It’s in the regulations.”

“Still? When there’s, like, five wars going on?”

“Yep. I got a little pamphlet about it and everything. It’s rarer these days, and most people now get let off with an honorable, but…” Laios sighed. “My case was a whole thing. I didn’t fit in great with the rest of my platoon to begin with, and I maybe… I maybe misread some signals. You get bored out there, you know. Lonely. Got a little too close to my bunky…” Laios cleared his throat. “He let me down easy, but I guess he said something to somebody. I don’t think he’d go straight to the brass, he told me he wouldn’t, but someone must have overheard and that counts as credible evidence, so…”

Laios popped his lips with a click of his tongue. Chilchuck was frozen, ashes falling from the end of his cigarette into the crevices of his already dirty keyboard. The cigarette had almost burned down to the filter; money burning up in unsmoked nicotine. “I was probably going to leave anyway,” Laios said, to fill the silence. “I didn’t like being out there. If anything it kept me from being stupid and going AWOL. But if you talk to the VA—or my dad, heh—I  might as well have.”

Laios wheezed. Chilchuck blinked some smoke out of his eyes and stubbed out his cigarette.

“Hang on, you were on active duty and they’re hassling you at the VA over healthcare?”

“Oh yeah. Anything less than a general discharge is going to get you some hassle. I’m still on general health insurance, lowest tier. I’m not on TRICARE.”

Chilchuck pinched the pressure point between his eyebrows. “There’s gotta be a way to appeal that.”

“There might be. But I’ve spent about 40 hours of my life on the phone with them since I got back, and I’m not keen on spending anymore.” Laios made a blech sort of noise, disgusted, a little childish. “I hate phone calls. Besides, they gave me some money for college, so it wasn’t a complete wash.”

“Small miracles,” Chilchuck mumbled.

“Yup,” Laios breathed. He drummed his fingers on his desk, loud enough to reach the mic. Then there were a couple rhythmic bongo slaps against the table, nervous. “Ready for another game?”

Chuck looked at his watch. It was 4:32 AM.

“Sure. Night’s still young,” he said, for lack of anything comforting to say. “Play Heavy again.”

“Okay,” Laios said, and there was a smile in his voice. So that was something.

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please share some of your wolfgang thoughts they're always so interesting!

Some silly Wolfgang ideas that are definitely not canon and absolutely just my own fanfiction but I cling to them anyway:

• I feel like the reason Wolfgang's name is, well, fucking Wolfgang, is a reference to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. The composer/pionist. The reason I think this is not only because I headcanon Wolfie as German/Japanese, but because of the piano parallels. In his Echo art where see smol Wolfgang playing piano with his now very dead mother, and I like the idea of them bonding through music in the abusive household they were stuck in. A headcanon I have is that his mum actually wanted Wolfgang to be a musician as a career when he grew up, however when she died he doubled-down on following in her footsteps and becoming a lawyer (man that sure sounds tragically familiar), sacrificing his youth and childhood and everything that came with it like hobbies and friends and socialising. I imagine he didn't have as much time to play piano due to the lack of free time after going to college, so while I think Wolfgang would still be really fucking good at piano despite that (i can see him being expected to perform for an audience while living with his father), he finds himself unable to play the song his mum and him used to play together correctly. To add insult to injury, I feel like he wouldn't fully remember what the song sounded like either since he last heard it as a child, so he's left stuck and horrified that he can't even honour her memory properly.

Sprinkling in some Wolfgrace because I haven't moved on from that Wolfgrace piano chibi art-- In a normal school au scenario, I like to think of them hanging out a lot and Grace randomly catching him playing and encouraging him to continue while she listens on. Grace would probably snicker at first over how upset he acts about apparently not getting all the keys correctly-- thinking he's just being melodramatic cuz she doesn't hear anything wrong with the song at all-- but would start getting worried at how seriously distressed he grows over it. I feel like this could lead to a heartfelt discussing where he talks a bit about his mum and opens up more about his insecurities surrounding her that he never really shares otherwise. I can see Grace remaining quiet for a bit before asking him to play something for her again and when he says that he doesn't think he'd be any good she counters with something like "I don't care about that. I just wanna listen to you play" (also cheekily adding something like "i think you're pretty fucking good, for the record").  Just thinking soft Madire thoughts where they bond over the soft and clumsy melody of a forgotten song and bittersweet memories while create new ones together.

• Tying back to this, I once brought up the subject of Wolfgang tattoos and if he were to have one, what kind he would have. I imagine he would maybe have musical notes around his arms or somewhere he could easily trace his fingers on. Just a reminder of his life purpose and who he continues to thrive for and everything he had lost along the way to get so far. Also like younger Wolfgang getting one as a form of rebellion. This is kinda important to me cuz like, Wolfgang didn't have a choice in being the spitting image of his dad, nor any control as a child in a household ruled by a man like him. But that tattoo? That would be a choice about his body and appearance he made all on his own (someone on discord suggested a tramp stamp and in my heart he should). He'd be super flustered about it cuz he's the last person to actually have a tattoo so he just keeps it covered forever XD

• I feel like Wolfgang should have heels (and black leather gloves!!). Literally. Like what the fuck are his actual shoes.

LOOK AT THESE THINGS 💀 THEY'RE SO SILLY. I know they make perfect sense for his character and all (and he deserves to wear silly shoes), but they nerfed him so bad when it comes to his fuckass shoes specifically. There's no way he wears these things to work or in the courtroom, so I imagine outside of the killing game he saunters around in leather heeled boots the way God intended (a buddy of mine made some art about that here and here!). If you want a character reason for this I believe that he wears those heeled boots during work or meetings just for an extra boost in confidence while with friends he wears his silly shoes to be as short as possible cuz being so tall in comparison to them makes him feel kinda guilty. And insecure. Constantly having to look down on everyone around him. Possibly coming off as intimidating by towering all the time. A discord mate of mine said something about how would be afraid of Wolfgang IRL cuz of how stupid tall he is and how short they are in comparison, and I wonder if that's something he deals with outside of the game too (especially considering how he already looks Like That his height might just add to his insecurities and resentment of his own appearance).

• Last headcanon to end off but if Wolfgang had a twin they would be the shortest mf of all time because he would eat all their growth development in the womb amen