#otherwise it would've obscured them both

[billwasnot]

Happy birthday, Custas!

As a gift he gets a hug from Dagda and a cathartic cry. God knows he needs both.

[riongeee]

Jamil, immediately after graduating: Quit your job

Sebek: ???

Jamil: Travel the world with me

Two people with predetermined futures running away together to experience the world :')

But genuinely as a little thing, I think that would be so fun. Like, imagine, Jamil who has been forced to constantly be meeker and to lower himself to appease people and has always had the looming future of being a mere servant. Then we have Sebek, loud but still has that future of having to lower himself to someone.

Like, Jamil would probably hear tidbits about Sebek and the fact that their similar, like we already know that Sebek and he are both bodyguards, and despite Sebek 'liking' his future (Quotations because does he like it or is that just all he's ever known) or is he just resigned? So Jamil takes one look at Sebek and just goes 'this one, this ones mine'.

Like at some point Sebek becomes known as the honorary Scarabia first year because Jamil (I'm picturing this post his overblot) is absolutely overprotective of his first year. Like, Jamil teaches Sebek things that Sebek would've never really spent much thought on otherwise. They cook together, Sebek learns Jamils style of dance and in return Sebek teaches Jamil how to ride on horseback and introduces him to obscure operas as he begins to come out of his shell. Jamil begins to see more to Sebek than the Malleus obsessed,loud knight everyone else sees. It comes to the point that when people see one they ask where the other is (enter angst about Kalim remembering when he was like that with Jamil????)

Also, Diasomnia in all of this, they just assume it's Sebeks admiration for a senior. In the actual game, Sebek also admires Jamil, so for them, it would be a case of Sebek just thinking he found a new person to respect. They only really notice things are different when Sebeks absence makes it known. It makes itself known through the lack of a sonorous voice waking Silver up; through the lack of joyful compliments towards Malleus; through the lack of panicked flails as he tried to mitigate Lillias disasters in the kitchen. They find themselves oddly out of place without their first year, yet now, they have no idea to reach out, they can only watch as Sebek laughs in a way they've never seen before (had they ever seen him laugh so hard he snorts?)

Enter, the conversation. Personally, I think it would be after Malleus' overblot, like not even graduation. Jamil realizes not only does he want to travel the world, but he wants his friend to do so too. In the moments where everything was in limbo, Jamil regrets that Sebek has never been able to think of a future that deviates from his set path and he decides to try change that.

Whether Sebek takes that chance, is an entirely different story :)

[morganaseren]

So I started a second run of Baldur's Gate 3 this week. To no one's surprise whatsoever, I decided to throw my Niamh Cousland into the mix mostly with the hope that it would help nudge my muse into letting me write more. I'm also playing with mods on for this run, which explains why Niamh and her crew have access to armor and weapons not normally seen this early in the game.

As expected, she is a Storm Sorcerer with a Sage background whose expertise lies in both history and the arcane. I've often mentioned that if Niamh hadn't spent much of her life imprisoned as a mage in Kinloch Hold per her canon Dragon Age worldstate, she'd likely thrive as a scholar of some sort. Honestly, you can't tell me she wouldn't just love immersing herself in all that knowledge.

Like, I can see her getting a little smile on her face when someone mentions some obscure thing in conversation that she immediately has the context for or just idly noticing something about the other person (a pin on their outfit for instance) and being internally like, "Oh, I know exactly whom you work for." And from there, she can just work them over until she gets the answers she needs with little to no violence involved even in some of the most tense situations, much to the continual bemusement of some of the members of her party.

Them: HOW?!

Niamh: [blinks] I asked?

She's quite charismatic for being someone so soft-spoken. 🤣

In keeping with her Necromancer specialization in Inquisition, she also has necromantic abilities, such as speaking with the dead. Rather useful for getting clues that would've otherwise left others at a dead end (pun intended) even if it did startle her companions the first few times she did it. She's very respectful about the whole thing though. She gives them a burial afterward with the proper funeral rites.

Of course, while being remarkably intelligent, that's not to say that she doesn't get herself into trouble, especially when her curiosity gets the better of her. For instance, she managed to get herself into some hidden laboratory that had a tome bound in human skin sealed inside a booby-trapped room...

Yeah, she probably makes any lover of hers go grey so quickly with antics like that.

Speaking of which, she's romancing Shadowheart. 😌 Considering the parallels between her and Dragon Age's Leliana, it was no surprise that I was going to pick her. 😂

But, yes, Niamh's having a grand ol' time in Faerun while also looking like she and her companions never got out of their Hot Topic phase.

[adobe-outdesign]

would you mind reviewing nymble, please? i'd love to hear your thoughts on my favorite gen 9 pokemon.

It's kind of shocking that it's taken us this long to get a grasshopper Pokemon. It's not like grasshoppers are particularly obscure bugs or something, and you'd think they'd consider it in between the multiple separate butterfly lines they've already done.

Anyway, Nymble is pretty cute. It reminds me of a bit of a pygmy mole cricket with its shape, though it's hard to say if that's intentional or not:

I love that stylized eye, and the switchblade-esq fold-up legs are a fun element that are properly expanded upon (no pun intended) when it evolves. The simple gray, orange and white color scheme also works well.

The only thing I'm not big on is that the body shape feels a bit too flat, and I wish the marking on the legs was the same flower shape as the eye and the underbelly rather than a random circle. Otherwise, it's pretty good.

Lokix is based off of Kamen Rider. I know almost nothing about Kamen Rider, so I'm just going off of the rest of the design and the one line on Bulbapedia about the series.

I think the bipedal design is interesting and helps prevent it from being too straightforwardly just a grasshopper. It also thankfully keeps the cool legs, unfolding them in something called Showdown Mode. My only complaint here is that we barely see it show this off; I think it uses it for a split second when attacking and literally nothing else.

Otherwise, the orange accents pop nicely and the low-contrast colors convey its dark-typing. I do wish it had kept the cool eye shape from Nymble, as it was unique and would've keep both the stomach and eye shapes consistent between evos.

I also wish it was a bit less... plastic-y? I get that the Kamen Rider suits are pretty armor-like, but applying that to an insect makes it look almost as robotic as some of the future paradoxes. Little things like the antennae connecting to the head in implausible points or the legs being completely flat at the bottom when unfolded make it feel a lot less alive. Of course, I'll also acknowledge this is personal preference on my part.

Overall, while I'm not a huge fan of the more angled, artificial look, these guys are pretty solid; good concepts, good colors, and unique enough to be memorable. Even I don't know anything about Kamen Rider.

[loosesodamarble]

Hello my dear Loo I would love to ask about Varg

1/7/10

Have a nice day/night 🤭

Woo hoo! More questions for Varg! Thank you for asking, Marune!

Seeing that you didn't specify whether or not you were asking from the meta or thematic questions, I'll just answer for both~! Hope you're okay with that.

Meta

1) What inspired you to create your oc?

So initially, Varg's twin Albert wasn't born a twin. But I decided that Albert needed a twin, someone equal to him that could keep him on his toes. Varg also contrasts Albert in a lot of ways, he's more casual and obviously affectionate while Albert is reserved about his feelings. Albert keeps his distance while Varg is always around others.

7) Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

Varg is excellent at parkour. He can easily scale buildings and leap distances without any enhancement from magic. He's also a master as misdirection, using those distractions as opening to mess with people. I gave him those traits because he is meant to take after a certain someone in his family and I wanted an oc that was on the chaotic side. As for the in-universe reason, Varg definitely would've trained with Mama Josele to get as athletic as he is and his attribute just kinda inclined him towards learning to misdirect people's attention.

When it comes to positive personality traits, I think Varg's proclivity for going all out is a good thing. He doesn't do things half-heartedly and I admire people who can put their all into the things they do. This part of Varg's personality is something he learned from his parents, who help others with their all, love each other and the kids openly, and just live with their hearts on their sleeves.

10) What is your favorite trait regarding your oc?

Nyeheheheheh! What I love about Varg is that, despite being Morgen's son, Varg really takes after his Uncle Nacht. It throws people off (in-universe and at least one person IRL) and I think it's just funny to think that Morgen would unintentionally raise a child that turns into a punk like Nacht. The troublesome attitude is a genuine part of Varg but it also works as a way for him to obscure his big, soft heart.

Thematic

1) What is the main color associated with them? What connections with that color do they share?

I associate Varg with the colors black and white equally. Together, they symbolize contrast and Varg's character contrasts his twin, but he also has some contrast in his own person. While a chaotic trickster, Varg also believes in justice and helping others.

On its own, the color black is associated with mystery, strength, darkness, luxury, and mourning. Varg is strong, physically and magically, and would probably feign a mysterious aura to tease people. The ideas of luxury and mourning don't really work with Varg though as he prefers things that are plain and would be one to celebrate life rather than mourn death.

The color white symbolizes purity, simplicity, light, hope, and emptiness. As I mentioned earlier, Varg likes simple things. And, in a way, it can be said that Varg is a hopeful guy, as he tends to see the best in others. White kinda works as it's a color associated with the Silver Eagles (alongside silver and blue), and that's the squad that Varg joins as a Magic Knight. Otherwise, the color white doesn't really work with Varg when not paired with black.

7) What time of day are they associated with?

Varg's time of day is noon/midday. His magic, Eclipse Magic, is about the sun and moon crossing paths and I think the idea of a solar eclipse at high noon is iconic (even though an eclipse can occur at any time of day). It's all about that contrast, you know!

10) Are they closer to life or death?

Varg's character is more about life. He lives his life to the fullest. He's often busy doing something, never just sitting around waiting for something to happen. And, as I said, he celebrates life. He doesn't allow himself to brood about doom and death when he and his friends can be having a good time, laughing and enjoying themselves. He doesn't fear death and believes that he'll always come out alive in the end.

[kyrodo]

I had words that I would think up, basic search terms that would reflect what I'm feeling or what I'm thinking. Like dark furryart or emo furryart or miserable furryart, etc. Usually I put both together or I'd put furry instead once I exhausted the search, or wolf, cat, etc. And this was a habit I got into very close to when we started "communicating" that I eventually turned into a subtext medium that would most likely only make sense to me. Something I was privy to doing a lot of.

Partly due to uncertainties I myself had but also because I'm a very openly private person. Meaning I don't always necessarily want people to look too hard into what I'm thinking or saying, but I still wanted the emotion or thought expressed somewhere that would be translatable if someone really cared to. So there usually was some kind of pattern to it that could be reverse engineered, but the level of obscurity I made worse and worse. Like with my fa favorites. And sometimes I'd have periods where I try to bury whatever message they contained with art that either was objectively good, or expressed a particular imagery or theme. The flute thing for example. I used to do the same with my retweets. And having a stalker in a way validated those habits, because otherwise no one had any chance of finding whatever meaning I was trying to convey. Since these emotional expressions through art that I couldn't personally draw was also a way to destress as an alternative for someone who couldn't draw with the same level of consistency and saw it as more of a chore when actually trying to draw myself.

Much like how my head canons when I wrote were an alternative for someone who used to be a roleplayer but had nowhere to do that anymore. These were adjacent actions that I could do instead. And at the time I found any level of comfort I could find through things like that and just let myself indulge in it. No matter where ot would lead me I was not in the mood to put a stop to it. I thought I was going to be stuck at peloton forever even though I went to school to be a game programmer. My back was going bad because of it. I didn't know what future physical complications I would have if things continued and things were not looking good for me on any front, socially, physically or career wise.

So I didn't care if people understood what I threw out there. But I made art in the most alternative ways possible. I formed stories with my rants and my likes and favorites. Like a collage but with even less effort. I just wanted whatever was on my mind to be pushed out there in any form, understandable or not. But without the added benefit that someone was at least trying to understand it, that form of destressing would've meant nothing. So I kept coming back hoping you wouldn't stop checking up on me. The feelings obviously played a part in that too, but there were multiple reasons I couldn't just up and leave permanently. All the people that consoled me, that I described these things to directly didn't end up doing the same thing themselves. They listened and that was it. And I guess that was for the best honestly. I probably would've lost some friends that way. You on the other hand didn't count as one.

With you I actually had a reason to revisit all these random moments in my life. Since you weren't there it meant I had plenty of content to get through while waiting for my mind and emotions to stabilize. All the better if they related poetically in some way. A small comfort perhaps but at least it was you and not someone I knew. If I was going to lose someone to my ramblings, I'd rather lose someone I never had. Even though I was half-assedly trying to burn nearly every bridge so I could start over, you bore the brunt of it instead of them. I'd rather lose a stalker than my friends, even when I was actively trying to discard them. Becoming this alternative conduit for my stresses that would allow me to probably be able to get back to my friends later, you played your role extremely well.

So about this mastermind you were trying to take down, where the fuck is he?

The extent you went and still managed to get the short end of the straw, it's fucking hilarious. Imagine a world where people talked out their problems and set boundaries there instead of hacking each other like dipshits. You skipped way too many fucking steps. You didn't even fucking try.

And I to this day struggle to understand the world of expectations that you enforce or how anyone would survive in it. All I understand is that as long as you don't like someone for any reason, they are completely and utterly fucked whether it's fair or not. You're white and you're doing stuff like this and what the fuck do you want me to call this? If you're trying not to be lumped in with bastards like those you're doing a great fucking job. You are doing absolutely everything right.

Am I the only one who looks at every subtext you ever shared and appreciates how fucking ironic it is? Oh wait, you conveniently forget every single thing you do. So I guess it never happened.

You can bet. Not a single person in my life will ever get away with the same kind of shit you tried to. If they try to gaslight and pretend they never did anything, and they just retweet things or they just meant it as a joke, I will fucking end them. Because this is so fucking toxic, it is so easy to be taken advantage of because of this, and I am fucking done. I will never let anyone harass and hurt me under Red's nose again no matter how they try to fucking do it. I will not give anyone free reign to make my life a living hell again!

Whenever there is a bad actor anywhere in my life I'll yeet them off the fucking stage. There will be no beating around the bush or pussyfooting. I am not afraid to cut people off when they prove to be a waste of oxygen. Less drama, more getting back to my fucking life. I don't care what way they try to guilt trip me or what posts they share trying to pretend I'm a bad person for blocking someone. I'm not gonna wuss out of cutting someone out that tries to hurt me ever again. Especially when they're doing the kind of shit you were doing like actively harassing me with memes and subtext. Why wouldn't I want them gone?

I don't understand how people can see posts about whatever shit they do online while they're actively being the picture perfect stereotype and not do a single thing to change their behavior. It isn't a problem for me, so what the fuck is yours? I am alone in my witnessing of all this and yet I have so much social leverage now that you're completely fucked. Because I put so much effort into ensuring I do everything right after a social conflict and you do everything absolutely fucking wrong. I didn't spend the last few years sitting on my thumbs. What about you asshole?

Not once did I ever pull the kind of shit you did just because I didn't like someone. It's not my character trait. Because I'm not a total bitch. For you though that's the only reason you need to hurt and abuse someone. You are an actual fucking psychopath and you don't belong in society. What hurts the most is the stupid fucking kaleidoscope I had on you for a while that appears to be greatly misguided and undeserved. If I'm "not hard to love" what's that make you?

I only let people betray me so many times. I found a better king. Not once did I ever see Choskey cuss when he's angry. Not once have I ever seen him truly mad. I never feel like I'm walking on eggshells around him. He is softer than you in so many fucking ways. Cuter. Sweeter. A bit of a ditz at times but I can live with that. I can't deal with you. I can't deal with people who want to "kick someone's teeth in" or whatever the fuck. Who want any sort of target that they can hate on mostly just for clout and not because they actually genuinely care. Get fucked. Also, heard you like fallout boy lyrics. Thanks for the memories asshole.

There's only so much shit you can put people through before they snap, don't ever test that limit again. No more of this edging between friend and enemy. You've already lost my respect but the least you could do is not justify it further.

Instead of choosing to let the dust settle when the book closed, you chose to re escalate things for no other reason than to get back at me and I will never let you forget that. You made choices and none of them had a fucking shelf life. How the fuck are you going to shut me up now. If hacking me and blackmailing me is all you had then you chose the wrong fucking person. Here's an idea, how about the next time you have a problem with someone you fuck off!? Who knew it was that fucking easy!? It's not hard asshole!

I can poke so many fucking holes in every little thing you did and you couldn't even debunk my allergies. I'll never get over how much you fucking shat yourself when all that time you could have just talked to me in the first place. That is the most pointlessly tragic shitshow I've ever had to witness in my life. And frankly I don't know why you didn't know any better. I don't know how you failed so fucking hard.

Must do wonders for the ego huh? Damn am I fucking glad I'm not you. I walk away from that heavily scarred but I didn't have to hide shit. You got an entire social world to collapse on you because you spent no more than a hot minute when it comes to considering revenge. What kind of whiny little shit would take things as far as you did!? That's what you get for crying wolf. You fulfilled your own stupid prophecy. You got fucking wrecked asshole.

[setesran]

used to think i wanted a girlfriend

when i watch obscure, uncanny youtube videos from 2013, i see this girl in them, and she just, captivates, arrests my mind without even realising, and i feel so, so, so, strange, strange and bad, like i've missed something very important, but it's also foreign and uncomfortable, and also nostalgic, yet i didn't experience it, and i was alive around that time but i had no idea she existed, the human race was just an insignificant mass to me, until i saw her, and as she speaks i forget that any other human exists besides her, but it's haunting because i know she's no longer real, the person i'm witnessing has changed so much that she's practically dead, it feels like a simultaneous love and death, like a child that has died immediately after being born, difficult to process or even comprehend, but she's not magical, i know that, she's just… what is she, what do i want from her, i don't think i want anything, i know it's all after the fact, it's just a video, it's already happened, she's off somewhere now, not 18 anymore, her youthful visage left behind and encapsulated to haunt the minds of those who come after, those who are lonely and fall through the cracks into old, strange corners of the internet, part of me panics when i leave my computer, to continue with my day, and i realise i'm still thinking about her, the fear that i might be obsessed gives me anxiety and i feel strange again, like butterflies in my stomach, but what could i possibly be excited about… to be honest, she reminds me of a ghost, a victim you'd read about posthumously, she just looks like someone who'd naturally attract fucked up freaks, because she's innately the antithesis of them, either way, she's dead to me, victim of a murder, or married and aged, what's the difference, i don't respect anyone that fades into such a conservative lifestyle, because they all act like they'll never do it, like they won't settle down, like they'll be a murder victim, then they settle down anyway, and how disappointing is that… she could've been beautiful forever, immortalised as a victim in her youth, but i shouldn't be saying this, it's wrong and i don't even know why i'm saying it, if something is possessing me to do so then i don't want it to stop, i don't want it to leave me, or maybe i am it, i'm always it i just get FUCKED UP BY MUNDANITY in this stupid little organized society with it's hypocrisy and censorship… i wish i could've known her, take me back in time and set things up perfectly so that i'd meet her, then be inevitably disappointed when she doesn't like me, inevitably she wouldn't reciprocate my feelings, she'd already have someone she desired, even though i don't expect romantic feelings from her, i don't expect ANYTHING from her, i simply want to help, listen, i would thrive simply off the biproduct of her THOUGHTS, of her incoherent ramblings, of her unconscious humming throughout the day, of the fucking sound of her breathing at night��� i don't expect anything, but if i can't even be near her, what's the point in continuing, what's the point. (good thing she's confined to a youtube video from 2013 otherwise i'd disappoint my parents by fawning over this girl until she tells me to fuck off and i either kill her, kill myself or kill the both of us… could this have happened to me, could my life have gone this way… it certainly feels like it would've been the more emotional option, more pain, more pleasure, more love, more hate, and frankly, as my life currently goes, i feel that apathy, the expectation of mundanity, the repetition of daily living that breeds insanity, the pathetic state of this society, they all feel like cancers, slowly and affirmingly killing me, turning me into a husk, and what is the real me if not the one that feels the most emotion, otherwise, less sensation means less life, and i'm closer to death, i wake up and wish i didn't, and i care about girl from a youtube video from 2013, who as far as my life is concerned, doesn't even exist… and i ask myself; is this the person i was meant to become?)

[tuiyla]

oooh i am thinking many thoughts about emma and santana interactions!! i feel like santana would be extremely defensive at first, like she is with almost everyone (and especially adults), but emma can be very persistent and watching her slowly chip away at santana's walls until santana realises she can trust her, and then seeing their bond grow over time, would've been lovely. it feels like we got way too many inappropriate teacher/student dynamics in glee thanks to will and shelby but emma is like... a decent adult who wouldn't go overboard, yknow? she cares about the kids and just wants to help, like sheldon. i didn't articulate this as well as i wish i could but hopefully you get it

and yeah... you really nailed it when you talked about how 99.9% of emma's screentime revolved around being a love interest for other men. i love her so much and it's exhausting to see her being treated stuck in love triangles (square in s1?) for two whole seasons and then just relegated into being "will's girlfriend/fiancee/wife" for the rest of her existence on the show...

I was thinking the same! Santana would be defensive and snap like she did before Perfect but Emma would do a little sigh and otherwise continue speaking softly and encouraging her. And no one other than Brittany has ever been that patient with her so I can just see it now, something similar to Girls Just Wanna Have Fun playing out except, you know, it's actually meaningful here. Santana bites her lip before she finally gives in and tears up. And adult, standing by someone who isn't Finn Hudson at McKinley? It's, well, it's less likely than you'd think but not in the version of Glee that exists in our heads!

I totally get it, I think instead of idolizing Will and bringing in people like Shelby, the show should have allowed Emma to do her job and Sheldon to interact more with the kids. WSS debacle aside, they were both really sweet with them and I think together they have that balance of sweet and firm. Rest assured I also have feelings on what a Sheldon and Santana interaction could have been like haha. Coach Beiste, my beloved, my obscure fave ❤ I also think I just convinced myself to include Emma in my IKAG rewrite because that is what she and Santana deserve.

That's exactly it, it's exhausting to see Emma's potential be wasted because she's first and foremost a love interest. Because it's not like Jayma Mays didn't have screentime especially in the first season but I don't even wanna know how much of it was with Will or to do with him, or Ken and Carl. Stoooop let the woman exist in her own right! She's actually so fun and even if we put aside how questionable Will is she should still be allowed to be a character independent from him.

[thanotaphobia]

"Would you like to meet a bastard?" "I have one of my own thanks."

heheheheheh

Tommy clings onto Wilbur's fingers, small hand clenched around the first three, thumb wrapped around the back of his hand as he pretends he has no idea they're holding hands.

"-and his name was Henry, but then I fell in a mud puddle and he got all dirty. So I had to leave him behind otherwise the guy would've gotten me, and that wouldn't have been very pog."

"Right on," Wilbur mutters, swinging their combined hands as they walk, his free hand thumbing through the paper money in his coin purse. They have just enough for a week- sleeping on the streets, of course. Not enough for a room in an inn, but enough for food and some for a new pair of shoes for Tommy.

"I wish I had a new Henry," Tommy says with a sigh, golden curls bouncing as he glances up towards Wilbur's face. He looks down in turn, crinkling his face up in a smile and watching as Tommy's own grin spreads to match. "Can we get a new Henry? Yeah? Yeah?"

"Nope," Wilbur says, and Tommy scowls. "Sorry, Toms."

"We’re going to get one anyways,” Tommy insists, and then his hand is out of Wilbur’s and he-

“TOMMY!” Wilbur shouts, ducking between people in order to keep up with the little brat. For someone with such short legs, the little bugger is fast. Wilbur ducks and weaves, keeping his eyes on the blond head of hair that’s running ahead of them as his pseudo-little brother bolts. Though the marketplace, down a residential street, and finally into a small alleyway. “Tommy,” Wilbur gasps again, glancing around in mild terror. He’s completely out of breath, lungs burning and aching for air.

“One second!” Tommy chirps gleefully, and Wilbur whips around. Tommy’s got his feet sticking out from behind a garbage can, head and shoulders obscured as he rummages. “Would you like to meet a bastard?”

“I’ve got one of my own, thanks,” Wilbur grumbles, reaching over to pull Tommy out of the garbage with both hands- and then promptly drops him.

The raccoon Tommy’s currently grappling howls in anger. Wilbur yelps- Tommy laughs. 

At least their days are interesting.

[disappearinginq]

Marvel Netflix?

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Toss up, honestly, between Danny, Matt and Foggy and Ward. Mostly because I like the idea of both sets bonding over their love and frustration of their other halves.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Foggy. My previous avocado at law. Even though he will always be the kid from Mighty Ducks with the slapshot from hell to me. And I really want to find a fic where someone writes a Mighty Ducks/Daredevil crossover/AU.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Ward from Iron Fist. I am here for the character growth between season 1 beginning, season 1 end, and alllllllllll of season 2.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

Ok, neither obscure or only in the background for .2 seconds, but David Lieberman from Punisher (sound tied with Madani from the same series). I'll just say that in this context, "obscure" is "not the headliner"

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

I recognize that this is 100000% because it's David Tennant playing him, and had it been literally anyone else I would've hated the character like we were supposed to: Kilgrave.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Oooh. Hmm. Is all of them an option? Danny and Matt are probably the front runners though.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Trish from Jessica Jones. I have no idea how the series ended, but I do remember spending 90% of watching her on screen wishing she wasn't.

[geometricalien]

idk what fandom it is but. the funky lil split-color hair dude in ur icon. tell me abt that blorbo + his fandom

that would be dr. stone!! i love talking about this guy fjdsa

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) Asagiri Gen my icon he's got all my love. i bought an ADORABLE plushie of him and am just waiting for china to ship to the us

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) Doctor Xeno motherfucking Houston Wingfield. that man's pompadour could've done a solo space mission if they gave it enough time. i love the cute chibi manga portraits they do in the manga. also just Senku he's the mc with white and green hair name a more iconic scientist duo with wacky hair one who wants world domination and the other who wants ... to go to space- fuck Senku is wholesome fkdsalfj

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) Sai Nanami!! he's a certified mathematical genius! as a math major i simultaneously love and hate him for being so unbelievably good at math. and Matsukaze! I wish he had a bigger role and we explored his character more :( we haven't seen him in ages

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) hmmm Kinro and Ginro, i love them both so much. like, in season 1 when Kinro fights against magma?? thats some good shit, give him the watermelon cowards and as for Ginro he had great character development in s1 and the later arcs showing how much he cares about people. ALSO HE LOOKS FINE IN A DRESS so does Senku and Gen but that's neither here or there

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) hmmm this is a bit harder bc all of dr stone characters are pretty acceptable by everyone except Hyoga but I don't like him either jfkldasj sooo i guess i'll say Luna Wright because i do imagine there are or will be fans who don't like her because of spoiler shippy reasons, but she's trying to brand herself as a girlbossTM and i respect it

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) Suika. i know she's a child like a literal child and she does something HUUUGGGEEE in the manga but fuck her. try watching dr stone dub 4 times and hearing her whiny high pitched voice say "i need to make myself useful!" and proceed to put herself into life threatening danger to prove this over and over again

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) Hyoga enough said fjdklafj i would've said Whyman literally 4 days ago though so jfasklfj

[bloody-wonder]

The Lymond Chronicles right back at you!

thanks! :D

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): lymond. i love him. he's like,, everything i like in fictional men collected into one single fictional man. frankly if i had liked the resolution of his character arc he would've become the Blorbo of all Blorbos

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): will. throwing his little tantrums in gok, endangering everyone's lives and livelihoods, so cute

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): margaret lennox. she has done nothing wrong ever in her life and i love her. my beautiful underappreciated villainess ultimately overshadowed by gabriel mwah

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): agnes herries and jenny fleming. i like how both of them are just doing their own thing and lymond is nothing but a background character in their lives

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): robin stewart and marthe, my beloveds. forever in my heart, in my mind and in your grave😞

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): lol richard. i think he needs to be hit on the head several times

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): philippa🙈 srry she needs to go

[billiewena]

star wars i didn't know you liked star wars !!

LOVE IT. my disclaimer for this one is that I've only seen the movies and most of The Mandalorian so far, so this is based on that:

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most):

SO MANY. Right now, Din Djarin/Mando. He's literally a tough space dad who has no idea what's going on and I adore him so much. Also LEIA, Rey, Obi-Wan, and basically the entire Rogue One crew. I've watched that movie...a lot...

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is so shaped):

when star wars introduces a small creature or droid that is made to sell merch I am unfortunately the target audience. so y'know... BB8, Baby Yoda, R2D2, THE PORGS. also I think rey, luke and poe count for this too <3 I want to kiss them all on the forehead

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave):

ROSEEEEE TICO. and finn, apparently! they had such fun personalities and unique backstories (the scene of rose's sister was sooooo good) I would've loved if they both had a bigger part in the last movie :(

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week):

BAZE & CHIRRUT FROM ROGUE ONE. I can't believe they only had a handful of minutes of screentime, I could think about them forever. also literally only watched the Han Solo movie since I know Lando would be in it so...you know.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave):

unfortunately, I do get the kylo ren appeal and think he's an interesting character, just wish other characters weren't deprioritized for his redemption arc y'know. but I do get it. I hate that I get it. but I get it.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): OH, also kylo ren. and anakin.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): JAR JAR BINKS. kylo ren again tbh. and goddamn palpatine. BRO YOU SHOULD BE DEAD.

blorbo ask game (send me a fandom!)

[reel-fear]

transformers animated for the blorbo eeby deeby thing 👉👈

YESSSS ROBOT OPINIONS TIMEEEE

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Hmmmmm I would say its tied between Bee, Shockwave and Blurr.... While lugnut is my fave character those three are who I am usually thinking abt a lot.... Tho just to break the tie Ill say Bee-

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Blurr, he is my scrunkly I want to put him in the microwave, I want to give him a kiss on the cheek I want to put him in a habitat built for him and watch his behavior I want to grab him by the leg and shake him like I am a bully in a disney movie. he is my scrunkly <3

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Lugnut by far, he needs more fan content! >=/

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

hmmmmmmmm prolly Wheelie or Dug base? I've become kinda obsessed with them lately DSKJFGHKDFSJGHDFSG

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Shockwave, no doubt abt it hes my meow meow he did no wrong um and that other guy deserved it and cmon if blurr told on him being a spy he would've been put in a very bad prison system =[[ he does not deserve the slander/mischaracterization he gets both from canon and fanon.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

All of them just ask me my personal backstories for any of them, nobody escapes my wrath tho the worst of it goes to Bee by far. My boyfriend is constantly tormented by me waking up and telling him the new way I mentally shoved him in a blender and put him in the microwave.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Sentinel >_> he sucks ass and Im gonna laugh while he burns

[art-dump-for-avery]

There's A First Draft For Everything

Genre: fluff

Ships: Queer-Platonic Demus (Remus has romantic feelings for Janus, but not in an angst-y unrequited way)

Characters: Remus (genderfluid he/she/they, but using she/her for now); Janus (they/them)

Warnings: talks about trading eyes, let me know if i need more

Summary: Remus is usually very impulsive, unfiltered, upfront, and honest, especially with Janus, her platonic partner. Except, just this once, she thinks before speaking, and ya know what? That's probably the most ridiculous idea she's ever had.

(this is basically the fluff equivalent to a vent fic, so Remus may be a bit ooc.)

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Of all the things Remus was known for, thinking before acting was not one of them.

You'd think that having an ever flowing river of anxiety in her veins would have kept her from doing things that could get her in trouble or made fun of, but that anxiety was often overruled by a little thing she liked to call the "YOLO" instinct. ("Me here for good time, not long time." - said by some guy on TikTok). This was especially true with Janus, her platonic partner, who seemed to be unaffected by her weirdness (- and boy did that take some getting use to.)

Janus. Their name alone could make Remus crack a smile, even at her worst. Janus, who was sugar, spice, and everything nice. Who was confident and smart and oh so clever and witty, who liked Star Trek, Hershey's, and space, and who was so independent compared to nearly every friend Remus had ever had that it left her feeling like blankets and hot cocoa on a cold day.

They had met officially in the high school's advanced chorus class, but it was the school newspaper class that got them talking, seeing as Remus felt too much like an outsider to talk to anyone else in the class and she was the only one there who Janus was actually familiar with. They quickly found common interests, though, and went from acquaintances to friends in less than an hour.

It was the little things, really - the way Janus would listen to Remus' ideas and ramblings, how they seemed to carry themself with pride, how they smiled, how they spoke, how they didn't sugar coat anything - and soon Remus had a crush on them. Which was fine, Remus developed crushes on all of her friends at least for a little while (a side effect of neglect and bullying probably), it would pass and be no big deal. Besides, they were aro-ace so there wasn't really a chance anyway. She was cool with that too.

Except the feelings didn't fade, and each day it grew harder and harder for her to contain those feelings. No matter though, she'd just have to bump up the weirdness. That usually did the trick, people never hesitated to avoid the weird kid who wrote fanfiction, referenced obscure Tumblr memes, and talked about very morbid and gruesome imagery. Janus would drift away and it would hurt but it would be better than pointlessly pining.

So when Janus showed no signs of leaving or being even the slightest bit perturbed, they threw all expectations out the window. Remus was now both jarred by the realization that someone might actually enjoy her company and falling so fucking hard that it was like trying to escape the pull of a black hole. (At this stage she was often grateful that hanahaki disease was fictional because otherwise she would probably have been on her death bed. Would've been pretty interesting though.)

With all her usual tricks exhausted, she decided to at least tell Janus the truth and hope she wouldn't make them uncomfortable. She so eloquently told them "I am so gay for you," and shockingly, they didn't mind.

"If it were anyone else," Janus had said, "I'd be uncomfortable. But it's you, and for some reason, I'm totally ok with that." (Remus had never felt more blessed in her whole life than she had in that moment.)

After several days of careful thinking and consideration, she approached them again with the offer of possibly having a queer platonic relationship. They both could give and receive affection without all the romance, and so, after some discussion, they decided to give it a shot.

And here it was, four months later, as they sat at their side-by-side desks, talking and being affectionate as they always did, that the real point of this story takes place. (Everything else before this point is context, but still important.)

Janus had taken to holding Remus' hands to the sides of their face, and the little gremlin was more than happy to oblige, no matter how tired her arms might get. She had originally been trying to tell them about an AU that she'd been thinking about, but looking at them, so content to just be and to listen, all thoughts were lost to the wind.

So here's the thing: in Remus' head, everything she says has a first draft. It's the first version of whatever she says, and most of the time, they are the only versions, because it's not exactly that she doesn't have a filter, it's just that it only catches the most risky phrases, and those first drafts stay behind. And, at this particular moment, a first draft has gotten caught in the filter.

'Do you wanna go to prom with me?'

It's a good question, and not an unreasonable thing to think about. And she almost says it, but that filter reminds her that Janus doesn't like the idea of prom. She thinks on it for a minute, hesitant, before filing away that first draft. She wouldn't want to make them uncomfortable. So instead, she settles for something less intense.

"I wish I could trade an eyeball with you."

Janus only looked a little confused, but their expression was full of amusement. "What?"

"I mean, doesn't that just scream devotion - you get one of my eyes and I get one of yours," Remus smiled. "Pretty neat if you ask me."

Janus quirked an eyebrow at her. "Sweetie, we both wear glasses with vastly different prescriptions."

She shrugged and said, "They can't be that different."

"Mmmmmhmm." They rolled their eyes fondly, and the conversation shifted. It was fine. No need to bring it up again now, if ever.

Then Janus was showing off a word search with the words highlighted so neatly, and Remus did appreciate at least some straight things.

There was an image of a woman in the corner. Janus pointed to it and stated, "This woman wishes she was as pretty as you." And really, how does someone respond to that??

Apparently by saying, "You know what? I wasn't gonna tell you what crossed my mind earlier but now I am."

And now that she'd started, she wasn't about to stop. "I was just looking at you and my brain just decided 'hey look, here's this' and so i thought about asking if you would go to prom with me-"

"Yes, absolutely."

They say it, without missing a beat, but Remus is still going and it doesn't process.

"Yeah, cause you said you didn't like prom and so I just kinda tucked it away."

"I have a prom dress already."

"Nice." Remus pauses then, and finally, it clicks. "...wait, rewind and run that by me again."

Janus looks at her, confused. "What, that I already have a dress?-"

"No no no, before that."

"Yes, I would like to go to prom with you."

"...Really?" She asks, so quietly, but Janus doesn't seem to realize that they've flipped her entire world upsidedown yet again.

"Yeah, of course. Hun, I've kissed you on the lips, you really think I wouldn't go to prom with you?" They continue talking, but Remus is still reeling because they said yes - they actually said yes - and they say it as if it's the most obvious thing in the world and good lord it's such a good thing -

"Oh you're crying!" Surprise is evident in Janus' voice. "Oh dear you're crying-"

"They're happy tears, I promise," Remus reassures them as she wipes them away. "Just overwhelmed, but in a good way."

Janus takes her hands again, and Remus holds theirs right back.

So maybe Remus a little impulsive, but it's outcomes like this make her think that, maybe, it isn't such a bad thing after all.

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(so yeah that's the story of how i accidentally asked my platonic partner to prom)

[capri-ramblings]

Hey,hey,hey. *Drops this post from my pocket and stumbles down stairs*

[ R a p t u r e d ]

A Twisted Wonderland Yandere Short Fic.

Summary: Your brother, obsessed with making a name for himself as a huntsman slaughters the beast in the Nostorne Forest, an olden land rumoured to be where the Faefolk reside with their Mother Goddess Gaia and her seven sons. But the rumours are true, and the price for having a fool brother is a heavy one.

Chapter One: Rage

"When was the last time you had the sun on you?" Idia asked this with a gentle smile curling on his lips. His blue flamed eyes glistening with a fondness too endearing to be let off as friendly.

The cuffs on your hand bit into your skin. Bruised and calloused, you balled your hands into fists yet your lips didn't part open for any of your anger to manifest into words.

Idia frowned. Guilt lingering on his features. The tower you were in was dark with nothing but a single window and a door only magic could make visible. In Idia's mind your refusal to speak to him was from a lack of comfort. Of course,anyone would be as frustrated as you were.

Perhaps,he could help with that.

His hand went up to unlatch the lock on the window and as he pushed the wooden frames back, a simmering sunlight entered the room through streaks of warmness you haven't felt in months. In your dreary state, you almost wanted to swoon from it, but then you caught the smile in Idia's eyes and your anger flared once more. You clenched your jaw and turn away from the window.

Idia's frown returned and this time with a painful jab to his heart.

"What are you doing?" Came another familiar voice you dreaded to hear, and it was from Riddle who had just materialised in front of you, his usual condescending gaze glowering at your cuffed form.

Idia furrowed his brows.

"The sun was out, I thought it'll be good for them."

Riddle scoffed,his high and mighty stance crushing your pride as he strode pass you and towards the window, where he glanced out briefly before slamming it shut. The moment darkness engulfed you once more, the regret of not facing the heat of the morning came to slap you in the face, and your shoulders slumped.

Idia looked to Riddle disapprovingly, but said nothing. Though he did glanced at you with pity. He knew you liked the sun even when you acted like you didn't, and being one of your captors, you weren't sure whether to be disgusted or grateful for his efforts to understand you.

"They're not a plant" Riddle drawled, "And with that scornful look in their eyes, you shouldn't be treating them to something so pleasant,brother."

"Humans need their sun" Idia argued "They'll get sick if you keep them locked up like this"

Riddle cocked one brow, his glowering glare seeping into your very bones when he stared down at you. When he began taking strides towards you,the sound of his boots thudding against the wooden floorboards made you flinch. For such a petite looking male, he walked with a confidence of a king marching with his army.

"Look at them,Idia" He said, softly, as if attempting to coerce his brother onto his side. "Just us standing nearby makes them sick."

When Riddle turned to face him,Idia wore a painful look on his face as if he was pleading for the words to not escape Riddle.

The red haired turned back to you, leaning down to push back the bangs obscuring your eyes from meeting his. The gentle scent of floral emitting from him matched well with the softness of his delicate fingers running through your hair, and yet both greatly contrasted the bitter grey in his gaze.

"You're fortunate I dislike seeing my brother displeased,human." He cooed, mockingly. "I'd have you collared and hung otherwise."

Riddle pulled away swiftly when the flames on Idia's hair flickered lightly, a sign of annoyance.

Mean while, you tried swallowing the immense fear in your throat to make way for the words you've wanted to pour out ever since you were captured. Alas, it seemed as if someone had sewn your own will too tightly.

"You're going too soft on it" Riddle said after going to Idia's side,the slight aggression in his voice earning a scowl from blue haired male.

"Them. Not it. And if you keep treating them like that they'll refuse to eat"

"If it's not eating, it's barely my fault."

"They'll die,Riddle. And I thought we were supposed to keep them well and alive until their brother gets back with his homage."

"Alive." Riddle said firmly, "The well part is only because you like them."

The accusation brought colour to his cheeks and Idia found his tongue betraying him when it refused to utter proper words. Riddle looked to the hunched over form of the unfortunate human they were responsible for looking after and sighed. Bringing up his index finger to rub the side of his temple.

"It's decaying. How could you even stand near it? Let alone find it pleasing to watch over?"

"You don't know." Idia said simply, and though he was frowning, Riddle caught the nostalgic look in his eyes.

Years together, and Riddle still couldn't really figure his brother out. He was closer to Idia than he was with the rest of his brothers,but the way Idia held certain things with such sentiment gave Riddle a headache. To think someone of nobility like his brother would go soft for something as meager as a human...He was going to have tea after this, that would clear his head.

But that was later. Now, he needed to make sure, as Idia had stated multiple times, that their human wouldn't die.

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The cold water that splashed ontop of your head and trailed down the rest of your body made you shiver and flinch as the wounds on your wrist hissed at the sudden exposure.

The small, encircling, faeries dusted in the pale colour of blue giggled at your reaction, never once stopping to ask you if the water bothered you. Water Fairies... You've only ever heard of them in stories your mother told you before you slept, but now for the past two months, they were the ones keeping your body clean.

Your gaze dropped to your bare feet soaked in the wooden basin you bathed in, and the memories of when you were free brought tears to your eyes. Before you actually realized it, you were crying. Tears uncontrollably slipping through your eyes like rain dripping in-between the creaks of a broken roof. Your body trembled and despite the soreness of your limbs, you hunched over to hug your knees. The water Fairies, continued their job, carelessly oblivious to your sorrows.

You didn't even noticed Idia entering the room until his panicked voice broke through the silence and a pair of his hands gripped your shoulders.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" He sounded worried, hasty even. The water Fairies giggled, splashing the water from your bath playfully as if to greet the young male but when he lifted his gaze towards them, the gold in his eyes flared like fire and within seconds you heard the small cries of pain elicited by the water Fairies before, one by one, Idia's fire engulfed them all.

"They're gone now" He said, cupping your tear stained face clumsily in his hands. "They won't hurt you again. I swear."

He wasn't expecting a 'Thank you' or a grateful smile or even your body welcoming him in an embrace, even if he did craved those things from you, but Idia also didn't expect for your hands to push him away so vigorously. As if by his touch alone he had made you feel disgusted.

His gaze was wide when it met yours,a tinge of hurt lingering in them but when Riddle entered the room then, it vanished and Idia looked away from you.

"What happened here? Why are you on the floor—" Riddle let common sense piece up the scenes together and when it did, the annoyance In his demeanor shifted to anger.

"Get up,Idia. You'll need a change of clothes,Azul is already downstairs,have him help you."

Idia got up without a word and when the door vanished the moment he went through it, dread settled into the room like a plague.

"I don't know how many times I've said it" Riddle started,looming over your bared body still sitting in the basin.

"But you should consider yourself lucky I'm neither Leona or Azul. They would've given you nothing to wear and tossed you out naked."

You didn't dare meet his gaze then but Riddle made you to by placing his thumb underneath your chin and slowly lifting it up.

"I wanted you dead,you know. After all, what your foolish brother did was unforgivable. Mindlessly slaughtering the creature our mother raised on her own as the family's protector..." He jerked your chin back with a flick, his every action a sting of aggression. "I've always felt my own brothers were a handful" Riddle looked you right in the eyes then before he laughed, "But now that I've seen yours,I'm grateful. Very unfortunate for you though"

"Why are keeping me like this?" The words came in a whisper but Riddle caught it and he arched both his brows as if he was impressed you could actually talk.

"You're not an idiot" He said "You heard me perfectly well."

"Yes,I heard you...but why? I don't understand." Slowly, your eyes began to burn with an ignition of life, and for once, Riddle did find it pleasing to look at you.

"What difference does it make if you did? The situation here is very clear. Your brother,an arrogant hunter, thought he'd be doing the world a favour by intruding into my family's ancient lands and arousing the beast that protects it,killing it in the end. I'll admit,it's no small feat, and he does have an ounce of talent in his veins but he's done wrong by us," Riddle's voice shifted into a drawl, gaze darkening, "And perhaps he should've think twice before angering us Faefolk."

"But why am I the captive?" You were almost screaming, your throat coarse and dry it hurt to even utter the words, but it was unfair. Why was it you had to pay for the fault of a man you weren't even related to by blood. With the little energy you had left, you stood on your trembling legs, not caring that your naked body was in full display to the red haired who all but stared at you in bewilderment.

"I'm not to blame. I take no responsibility for the death of your creature. If it's vengeance you want then maybe giving me a sword would suit better."

Riddle's rage glimmered in his eyes.

"You're challenging me?"

"No." You said. "I'm offering to give you the head of the man who dishonoured your family, Fae."