#so sorry dude out of all things i could have made fanart for you and i make this shitpost instead

[shepscapades]

*rotates dbhc!Xisuma and Doc in my head*

I'm sorry but I absolutely lose my mind over them ( I have literally no one who I could ramble about this to and I need to get it out). I want to analyse stuff, so let me just:

*breathes in*

It's visible that they are good friends and have been since the time when Doc deviated, research partners doing... research? Or whatever researchers do *shrugs*.

But there's one thing to it, X created Doc and most of other androids. He understands what is deviation because Doc explained it to him but his friend is still an android after all. We also know that X always calls Doc "Docm" but in previous comic he calls him "Doc" and it is stated that it's the first time he ever called him that. In which moment he calls him that? In the moment when he realises that Doc is more human than android now, I may be delusional about this all but I just feel like: the moment when he sees Etho overpower Doc, shove him and break him and stuff, Xisuma sees that Doc isn't a fearless machine but a someone, a human, he got overpowered by Etho and suffered consequences, he felt fear like a human not a machine. Also he lost his arm because he was trying to stop Etho from hurting X as we see in the second part of the comic, which only adds to that. So, this is the moment where X fully realises that he means something to Doc, not as a creator, but as a friend, and that's why for the rest of the comic he constantly makes sure if his partner is alright by talking to him, glancing at him. You know stuff. He grew closer and closer to Doc as time passed and I think this was the climax - the moment he called Docm77 "Doc".

While Doc is doing the most stoic stuff ever and trying not to self destruct and stuff, he cares about X too, very much even, he's protective towards him and shows it by jumping into danger he could have avoided [ Etho attacked X because he's an admin and probably knows where's Grian - Etho wants to hunt down this pesky bird for killing Bdubs] just so his partner won't get hurt how sweet <3 RIP arm you will be remembered...

Anyways I feel like they should talk about stuff and maybe cuddle and maybe I don't know LIVE?? NOT DIE??

Yeah, I think that I don't even need to explain for how long they've been spinning in my head.

Also wanted to thank you so much for so many kind words on my fanart !! I'm glad I can make someone happy with my cheap, old drawing tablet and some self taught skills lol sorry for flooding your ask-box again so so sorry but those comics make me go AWOOGA holy shift, and also DOC AND X CONTENT !! They are so underrated that you almost can't find anything good relating to them as a duo! [personally I think they're great, just two dudes that do things together and care for eachother <3]

So, yep. Prepare yourself for things like that after every new part comes out I WILL make memes and I WILL analyse block men.... sorry not sorry :)

[how to get me into an AU- tutorial: Xisumavoid must be in it- the end]

WE ARE ROTATING THEM. WE ARE WATCHING THEM ROTATE!!!!! you freaking GET me

(THERE ARE SOME INTERESTING THOUGHTS HAPPENING HERE!!!! None of which I’ll confirm but Eye Emoji :3 I love love love these theories they make me so happy ehehehehehe)

(ALSO YOU’RE SO WELCOME!!! That art made my day fr LMAO I love and appreciate it so much!!! <3)

[oreoov]

☆ - 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐂 '𝐒 . .ᐟ

xiao x gn!reader ♡

wc ; 824 / fluff & angst (kazuha ver)

honestly he would be pretty shocked when you confessed to him , i mean you???? love him???

(yes you had to confess first cuz hes too much of a pussy to say it himself)

very shy when you guys started dating , he doesn't know how to act at all !!

i mean how could he not stutter when your pretty self keeps saying he's all cute and dat

hes super thankful if you make him almond tofu , and would probably share some with you ( he would never share with anyone else , only you)

when you're around he always follows you around like a lost puppy !

very jealous :(

when you're around some guy or laughing with him he definitely gets jealous (especially if the dude is rlly tall or something)

its not like you're not allowed to talk with him its just that he gets so insecure and starts doubting his skills as a lover :((((

the way he communicates and makes you laugh so easily just destroyed his self confidence

he literally has a notebook filled with ideas of different topics to talk you with , and he doesn't know what to do when he runs out of ideas lol

and when he gets jealous he probably avoided you , and when you confronted him about it he felt even more guilty cuz u didn't even do anything wrong :(

ofc he trusts you but his insecurities just get the better of him

often thinks that maybe you're just better off with someone else rather than someone like him :/

he often thinks he doesn't deserve you

reassuring him that you only want and love him definitely calms him down , but probably starts doing the same thing again after a while

so make sure you reassure him a lot once in a while !!

he wants to hug you , but hes scared hes gonna make you feel uncomfortable or anything

so when you hug him first he definitely got rlly flustered but now he wants to do it again and again

and when you kissed him for the first time , he literally just stared at you when you pulled away. like what is he supposed to say now ??? all this is just so new to him

but he definitely enjoyed it and wouldn't mind if you did it again hehe

when he feels like you aren't talking to him as much as you usually do , he definitely overthinks about it and thought he did something wrong to upset you :(

after some thinking he finally decided to text you "r u mad at me?" or "did i do something wrong?"

in reality you were just busy and had to explain to him that you're not mad at him and he never did anything wrong

likes to say sorry to you even if he didn't do anything (hes just rlly scared you'll get mad and leave him at one point)

literally stares at you at random times and looks away when you finally look back at him

i feel like he would be that one emo hot nerd (cuz of this fanart) , so he would gladly teach you any subject you're struggling with !!

he finds you so cute when you start whining to him that you understand nothing lol

always so proud of you when you get good grades on your test

he likes to scold you whenever your being so reckless about your health , i mean how could he not?

buys you your favorite snacks whenever hes at the market , he also memorizes your favorite menu whenever he comes to your favorite restaurant

he isn't a great talker , but hes a good listener so he always listens to all your rants and gossips , he loves hearing your voice

has an photo album on his phone specifically for you

always listens to the playlist that you made for him !

likes all your post ; instagram , tiktok , twitter , anywhere rlly

he also keeps all your gifts that you made for him , he mostly displays them on his room cuz they remind him of you

he loves your attention so much but hes too shy to ask for it so you'll have to notice the little hints he gives you

"you're the best so you deserve the best" is what xiao thinks all the timeee

tells you that you can always call him whenever you need him

idk man hes just a simp 4 u and his friends probably tease him about it cuz of how different he acts whenever your around (hes such a tsundere)

would probably beat up someone ass if they ever say something offensive to you , how dare they do such a thing??

he loves you with all his heart , and you're his number one priority !!

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Hi, I just got done dealing with a 12 hour migraine and just found your fate posts, if you would be willing could you do, Gareth, Mordred, Atalante Alter, and serenity with a male S/O fluff? Thank you so much if you do this!

Your Wish Is My Command!

(Damn, that sounds like hell, glad you're getting better dude! Also sorry it took so long to get this to you, for some reason Atalante Alter and Serenity weren't coming along and eventually I had to cut them out which is infuriating because I've wanted to write for both of them for awhile.)

Wordcount: 1,172

Time to Write: 47 days

Warnings: Female pronouns for Mordred because gender gets fucky when the Fate series is involved.

Gareth

(Fun Fact: Gareth was the first lancer I ever pulled! Also why are there no Gifs of best lancer but so much awesome fanart?)

You opened the door to the home you and gareth shared, the toils of the day weighing heavily on your mind and body.

“It seems Gareth isn’t home yet.” You muttered while you took your shoes off before forcing yourself to trudge towards the bedroom.

Unfortunately your exhausted body decided that the couch would serve just as well if not better than your bed as you flopped onto the piece of furniture with all of the grace of a bull in a china shop.

You briefly noted that the pillows Gareth picked out to decorate the couch were quite comfy and soft before a death like sleep finally took you.

-=-=-=-=-=-

Gareth opened the door to the home she shared with you, a yawn already escaping her as she kicked off her shoes

“Hmm what should I make for dinner?” Gareth asked herself as she stretched her arm and back.

“Then again I don’t really feel like making anything right… now…” Gareth trailed off as she walked into the living room and saw your sleeping form on the couch.

“Takeout it is.” Gareth muttered to herself with a smile as she kneeled down to look at your sleeping face.

“I wonder if I kiss him if that’ll wake him up just like in those stories about Knights and princesses?” Gareth quietly mused to herself before muttering “I’d better not risk it. Afterall, it’s not everyday I get to do something like taking a nice quiet nap with him.”

Gareth quietly stood up and made her way to the room the two of you shared to change into something a bit more comfortable.

-=-=-=-=-=-

A comfortable weight laid upon your entire body while the sounds of soft snores did their best to lull you back to sleep with their ever enchanting melody, sadly allowing yourself to do that was out of the question because of the woman making the same song that tried to lull you back to your rest.

A mop of blonde and brown hair, a soft and happy face with a small amount of drool escaping her open mouth, her eye’s held closed by the embrace of sleep, her body pressed tightly into yours with a shirt that was a size or so too large covering her like a gown.

This was Gareth, not the night of the round table Gareth, but the young, excitable, woman Gareth, someone who enjoys cooking, someone who enjoys cheesy cartoons and comedy shows, someone who finds the world of love she has dived headfirst into with you at her side more exciting than anything her life from before could have ever offered.

And even if the entire world was at stake, she is someone who wouldn’t trade you for it.

Mordred Pendragon

Mordred Pendragon has been called a great many things.

Loud.

Rambunctious.

Chaotic.

Crazy.

Feral.

Bastard.

Monster.

Betrayer.

But not once has she been called what you dare to call her at least once every single day.

Cute.

And it infuriates her to no end.

No matter what she does to try and get you to call her something else, anything else, you always, always! Walk up to her and say with a smile “You really are cute Mo.”

And don’t get her started on that insufferable nickname that never fails to make her heart skip a beat, heat to rush to her cheeks, and her stomach to roil in a way that made her feel both extremely happy and extremely weird.

She has no Idea what was going on with you and how you were making her all weird, but her feelings on the matter could not be anymore paradoxical.

On one hand she wants you to treat her like everyone else does because that’s what she knows, it’s what she’s used to.

But on the other she wants you to praise her, to flatter her, to continue to call her cute, to continue to treat her in the way that no one else has treated her before.

She despises it and she loves it more than anything.

Then a certain day came.

There was nothing truly special about it, it was just a regular day, no holiday, no weird weather, no crazy phenomenon, just a regular day with a pretty high chance of rain all throughout the day.

And yet every time Mordred would ever look back on this day, it would be one of if not the day she called the best day of her life.

-=-=-=-=-=-

Mordred kicked a rock as she trekked to the destination where you called her to.

“Why the hell am I even listening to that bastard's request?” Mordred muttered to herself as she kicked another rock down the trail she was following.

This exact same sequence of events continued for the next thirty minutes.

Mordred would kick a rock.

Then she would complain about why she was listening to you or say that she was just going to leave you out to dry.

Then she would continue forward and repeat the previous steps as many times as it took to reach the destination you set.

A hill that overlooked the city and the forest equally.

Mordred had to begrudgingly admit that the view was beautiful, the lights of the city contrasted by the shadows of the forest added a rather fairytale-esque look to it all.

And yet despite the view her eyes were squarely locked on you where you were sitting on the blanket, a basket and a cooler next to you.

“Hey there Mo.” You greeted her despite not even being able to see her from where you were.

“How’d you know I was here?” Mordred asked, the familiar feeling that name you always called her caused creeping in.

“I’ll admit, the first few times it tried that it was either a raccoon or a bird.” You answered with a chuckle.

“Oh, wonderful, fucking wonderful! Now his chuckle is getting me all weird! Damn it!” Mordred cursed in her mind.

“So why’d ya call me up here?” Mordred asked you.

You patted the ground next to you and said “come, come, sit.”

“Why he hell would I- NO! BODY! NO! LISTEN TO ME ARGHFKNDKGNJGOJM” Mordred screamed as her body moved towards you against her mind’s wishes.

Mordred sat down, her face as red as clarent, if not more so.

“Here, I want you to try this.” You told Mordred as you pulled out a carton of chocolate covered strawberries from the cooler and handed it to her.

“Is that the only reason you called me up here?” Mordred asked.

“No, but it’s one of them.” You admitted with a shrug.

-=-=-=-=-=-

The picnic continued until night began to fall and Mordred finally decided it was time to do something about this damnable feeling you cause in her.

And if that meant sharing the last strawberry so be it!

-=-=-=-=-END-=-=-=-=-=-

Again sorry about only doing half of this, whenever I get the motivation to write something for Atalante Alter or Serenity I'll be sure to try and tag you.

[frogskelton]

Chapter 4 of Scooby doo total drama team Chris is rlly smoking hot fanfic

Chapter one is here if you haven’t read it, please go ahead and check it out if you haven’t!

“SO we’re just waiting for Alejandro, right?” Noah monotone question, attempting to express as much concern as he could.

“Mmmm, I hope he’s all good, man” Tyler spoke quietly, rubbing his arm.

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon!” Owen’s optimism lighting up the dim room. “How’s evidence getting going, girl?” He said, turning his attention to Izzy, leaning down and stretching her on the chin. She slammed down some scratched up ratsack, filled with what appeared to be miscellaneous.

“Wowww, of course! It’s some load of crap!” Noah’s sarcasm drenching his voice.

“Come on buddy,” Owen said, digging through the bag. “Oh man, look! It’s bits from the monster!” He said giving Izzy a scratch on the chin. “Good job girl, time for a McLean munchy,”

“Oh no, that crap should not be consumed,” Noah exhaustedly groaned to himself. “I’m not even sure if that is even legally able to be advertised as food.”

“Ahh lighten up Noah.”

“Oh, oh, oh!” Izzy excitedly burst out crumbs flying out of her mouth “I found something absolutely rad!”

“Awesome! What is it? Owen said, near clapping

“Ta daaa,” She exclaimed, holding up some strange object, yellow and pointed, with a weird curved shape in her paw.”

“Is that?!” Tyler yelled, halfway to puking

“Damn right it is, a tooth. Oh, one time I wrestled a bear and it’s tooth came out. Oh my god it was like sooo awesome,” she rambled seemingly not needing to breathe.

“Really?” Owen questioned, his stare full of curiosity.

Yeah, totally!”

“Woahhh”

“ Wait, gimme a look at that.” Noah snapped, snipped it out of Izzy’s paw and pushing past Tyler. “You’re sure it’s a tooth?”

“I mean it’s a bit different to the bear tooth, but I figured bat monster teeth could just have weird teeth.” Izzy rambled

“ Hey let me have a feel.” Owen said as Noah passed him the whatever object.

“Oh, I know this. So, I did a lot of arts and crafts when Noah’s aunt used to get me to babysit his little cousins and-“

“Oh with it man.” Noah snapped

“Yeah sorry man” Owen said giggling. “I think it’s plaster.”

“Oh WOW, So it was NOT a real bat monster flying around and speaking English.” Noah sarcastically quipped

“Well at least we can get the fingerprints off whoever made the costume, right.” Tyler spat out fed up with Noah’s sarcasm

“Oops”

“You guys all have gloves on, right.”

“Yes, Tyler I was wearing gloves I pulled out of Owen’s ass.”

“Well, I’m not the one who just ruined some evidence.” Tyler butted his head to Noah’s raising his voice.

“Guys, guys, guys,” Owen quickly cutting in, trying to calm things down,

“I mean, at least we can tell everyone it’s a costume with proof.” Tyler said, calming himself down.

“Noahh.” Owen gently elbowing Noah

“Sorry Tyler, we also know they are total cheapskates on their evil schemes.” Noah said, unable to look at Tyler.

“No problem dude!”

“I mean if it keeps losing teeth maybe it wouldn’t be able to suck your blood.” Izzy bust into the conversation pouncing on Owen’s shoulder

“It was gonna suck our blood?” Tyler gasped

“Well not when I’m here! I’ll suck it’s blood first, hahah.”

“Huh?”

Footsteps creaked from outside the bright room in the dimly lit hallway. The heavy door creaked open, like a gust of warm air from inside the warm room as Alejandro walked from the dim icey hallway.

“Alejandro! You’re back.” Tyler excitedly squeaked

His face was red, unable to look up.

“You alright man?” Noah perked up

“I’m- I’m fine.” His voice quiet and somewhat distant

“Glad you’re all good man!” Tyler pulled him in for a hug, squeezing him.

“Uh, thanks.”

“We-ur heard the um, yelling, man, and kinda concerned” Owen said in a gentle voice, stuttering.

“Did you hear… anything?”

“ Nah, don’t worry ,but if it’s anything you wanted us to hear please tell-” Owen answered, reaching out a gentle hand to Alejandro’s wrist.

“Or just want to talk about,” Noah butted in.

“Please just tell us!” Tyler said, bouncing up, holding Alejandro’s shoulders. Looking from person to person in the warm room, soft light brightening their faces, Tyler’s sweet smile and his warm soft hands rubbing Alejandro’s arm, Owen’s rounded features and open shoulders, just giving his optimistic air to anywhere he is, and Noah… Noah’s best attempt, a silly smile to attempt to make him feel at peace. It was all very strange. Especially considering their history, literally forgiving him after every shit thing he pulled, giving him a second chance and treating him like, I don’t know, a friend I guess. Even if he gets shit and can’t be everything, can't do it all perfectly, fails, even is a shit person, for some reason they’re still here.

“...Thanks.” Alejandro whispered, sitting down on the ground.

“Oh, uhhh, we got some evidence and stuff, but I think we have time if you want to discuss the- urr- dinosaur thing?” Noah stutters, his eyes darting from side to side as he tries his best at one of those super welcoming smiles that Owen is super good at. Alejandro gives him a smile back.

The night carried on, shoveling through evidence spitting out new theories, though each more preposterous than the last. Was it the superstar Blainely attempting to make some weird comeback after being canceled for kicking puppies, or something like that? But one thing seemed to be a clear next step to investigate. Where was it hiding? And why did it come from the inside? There was a balcony that hovered close to the window in question, broken in through and through there was a twisting hallway. So! It was clear the next step in solving this mystery.

“What do you mean you’ve only been here like twice?” Noah quietly scolded Alejandro

“I told you my father changed it up and said it was for business matters only!” Alejandro retorted, in a grizzled whisper.

“Well, this feels like those haunted houses,” Izzy said, trotting around, failing to imitate the other stealthiness.

“I know, I know you don’t like this idea, but face the facts your dad is probably in on this,” Noah said, reaching out for Alejandro’s shoulder.

“Noah, my dad would never-“

“Oh please the thing was hiding in HIS house and he seems like a control freak on where you can even go in this house.” Noah raised his voice as he spoke, growing irritated at Alejandro’s dismissal at his father’s potential lack of innocence.

“You have no ide-“

“Let’s all calm down, tensions are high. Investigators should always take an unbiased look at things. Let's just see what we can find and avoid this bad friction, dudes all good?” Owen quickly jumping into the conversation to calm things down

“When did you get so good at this buddy?” Noah said, smirking as he calmed down. “Guess that is only circumstantial evidence really.”

“Yes.” Alejandro uttered scowling, throwing his head back to facing away from Noah and back on the pathway.

“Is it the father with only room in his heart for cash? Some random celebrity, find out next ti-“

“Izzy! Don’t say that about people’s families!” Izzy attempted to say before Owen quickly shushing her.

“Well, excuse me! I was just narrating!”

“God, this is one creepy hallway, so wish we could of turned the lights on.” Tyler muttered. “At least we’re the only chicken down here,” he laughed to himself.

In the darkness the hallway loomed, illuminated by some crappy torch with some green tint (used to minimize chances of being noticed). The cold wind scratching the house seeping in from the window at the end of the hallway. Footsteps tapping on in the green light in the darkness. Till the red light from above stopped them in their tracks.

“Holy-“ Noah cried. The red light from those sharp eyes overpowering the fraile green light of the torch.

“Perfect, I was hoping to find you here!” The monster’s voice seemed so much louder in the tiny hallway. Its figure looming over them, and making the halls feel cramped.

“What- what did you- yo- you want with us!” Tyler pushed in front of his friends, in between the towering figure.

“Well, I did want volunteers.” The monster swooping his claw at Tyler, cutting his dress open at the torso, scooping him up with his other hand.

“Hands off my friend!” Owen yelled, through himself at the beast.

“Argh,” it cried, loosening its grip on Tyler, causing him to almost come crashing down, before it tightened its grip, sinking those heinous claws in. It stuck Owen, sending him flying to the ground.

“OWEN!” Izzy and Noah screamed. Noah darted for Owe.

“No you FUCKING DON’T!” Her fur completely on edge

“GRRRRAAAHARHH GRRRAGAHGH!” She growled, throwing herself onto the monster, ripping at its fur. Her claws fighting against the monster’s skin. The monster throws its body, crashing itself into the wall, sending Izzy crashing into the wall too.

“Nooo.” Owen cried, lay on the ground, injured, reaching his arm out for her.

“I’ll get her,” Alejandro said, sprinting for her.

“You!” The monster yelled like a feral animal, its face distorted ripped fabrics, wires and metals of the costume exposed.

As Alejandro, lay a hand on Izzy, before having the second to look over…

CRASSHH, the beast slammed him into the wall. Claws digging into his flesh, gripping his torso, digging his hand into the floors, bolting down the hall, Alejandro in clutch. Running like an injured wolf, the thing cackled as it smashed its head through the window like some kind of demon with Alejandro.

“Stay tuned folks!” The thing yelled, disappearing from sight.

Lights quickly came on, Mr Burreouerto standing across the hall, from Tyler’s blurred floor perspective, standing over them.

“What the hell is going on?!” He yelled shocked by the sight, “Was it that thing?! Where-where is my son?!” He coughed up question spitting with his words, shaking Tyler, who was barely conscious himself.

“We- we lost him.” He said, defeated.

[fountainpenguin]

Who are some of your favorite FOP characters and why? Or more specifically, what is something they character did that made you like them?

For the sake of rambling on about some of the convoluted reasons why I love these children, here's the upfront disclaimer that I'll be referencing a few of the early draft episode scripts (from Fred Seibert's Scribd); that's where the wordy screenshots are from.

[ Tagged as "long post" but same deal as usual - if I put a Read More on it, it'll crash and delete :') Sorry ]

Imaginary Gary was my first true love in terms of FOP characters. He's such a brokenhearted little 5-year-old trying to play with the big kids. His debut episode starts out so lighthearted and silly with Timmy talking about this imaginary friend who used to attend therapy with him play with him when he was 5. The tone shift you get punched with after Gary realizes Cosmo and Wanda have to grant his wishes too because "he's a part of Timmy" just hits so hard.

I also just love his debut episode because it speaks so much to me about what the show is really about at its core... Timmy got physically and emotionally wrecked by Vicky as a kid, and that's a trauma he's still recovering from. The boy is not okay.

Fanart I made the first time I watched FOP, circa 2016

"Escape from Unwish Island" is very good too, such a fantastic episode in both context and execution.

I think Mark was the second show character I fell in love with, namely around "New Squid In Town" and "Five Days of F.L.A.R.G." There's something so incredibly charming about a teenage alien prince who flees his fiancée at the altar and seeks protection from a scary rival boy... and then just, like, enjoys being human so much that sometimes Timmy shows up at his house and Mark is just hanging out in his human 10-year-old disguise. By himself. Because he likes to be 10 and human. Love that for him.

His entire character type of "surfer dude alien prince" is so funny and creative. Mark is the guy who suffers physical pain when he's hugged, but he'll hug Timmy anyway in an attempt to show Earth affection. He has such a good heart. I also enjoy his dynamic with Vicky, like how he still wants the real girl even though his parents cloned her for him in Season 2, and how he keeps making attempts to be physically affectionate with her according to American culture even though things are drastically different on Yugopotamia.

They break up at the end of "King Chang" because she finds out he's an alien, then a few episodes later in "Wishology" they're hanging out again and he tries to put his arm around her while in alien form and she's like "Don't even think about it" and he respects her rejection, and then they still get back together in Season 9 even though she blatantly knows he's an alien and she decided she was okay with it, and he just adores her so much and has ever since Season 1... he's a sweetheart.

Also this early "Foul Balled" script hits the right spot for me-

Sob... they are in LOVE, your honor.

Mark's journey to being a terrifying prince who feared a human boy to becoming Timmy's biggest fan and best friend is just really sweet. I like to imagine they become roommates later in life. Timmy has to say good-bye to Cosmo and Wanda someday, but Mark stays in touch forever.

Flappy Bob has always been a favorite of mine. The man played the perfect role of an untouchable antagonist while simultaneously doing nothing wrong. Worked hard in school, started a business, did his best to make it a pleasant place to be. Stood up for Betty when she told Gary to respect her touch boundaries, straight up chased him down to make sure he didn't cross a line... all-around great boss.

Got handed magic and wished to make the world a safe place where people could feel loved and not get hurt. After his world of peace was in effect, he walked around, did his own research, and came to his own conclusion that this wasn't working out. Apologized to Timmy for being wrong and did all he could to fix the situation. Sold his business to Gary and Betty, then left town to live his dreams.

The clown theme was a lot of fun to see in a movie, and I'm glad it was acknowledged since it would have felt weird to see him namedropped in Season 2 ("Totally Spaced Out") and then not have the clown aspect be followed through with... The Musical is my favorite episode for good reason. Absolute sweetheart, 10 out of 10. This man can do no wrong.

I don't have much to say about him beyond that, but he's a fantastic character I adore. I would have loved to have seen more of him, but he did all that he needed to do and he's perfect. Also, big shout out to Timmy for handling the interactions with Flappy with grace even though in this same season, he revealed he has a clown phobia.

H.P. is just a funny guy. He's the big boss of a race of clones who file magical paperwork and he really just wants to swing by the club and dance and hang out. Incredibly sarcastic. He'll call you "Dude." Teamed up with Anti-Cosmo and immediately dubbed him with a nickname. Successfully took over two worlds in a single day (after planning this for 37 years) and just wanted to chill in a hot tub tbh.

He's a big, sassy goofball who likes to party and he shouldn't be brushed off as "just an old guy who speaks in monotone and does dull and boring paperwork and nothing else." He is very much Not That. Fairies canonically get drunk off soda, which means we've literally seen H.P. drink on the job. Slaps high-fives and fingerguns his underlings. Smirks and snarks constantly. Respects contracts even when they don't go his way. Keeps detailed files about members of another species. Supports his employees when they join music competitions. Gave his godson a nice car and flowers and sent him on a date with a girl he'd already screwed up with.

Literally gambled all of Fairy World in a bet against a 10-year-old boy and then almost quit after like 30 seconds because he wanted to go to a rave instead. Laughs at his own jokes. Complains when his employees suck up to him. Dressed in drag to flirt with Jorgen. Straight-up lost a golf game to Timmy despite the fact he was cheating in an attempt to win. As in, like... even before Cosmo tipped the scales back into Timmy's favor, H.P. was straight-up losing slkdjfs.

He golfs in his full-on business suit. Twirls his club like a baton. His head will stick in a dartboard if you throw him hard enough, and when Jorgen used him for darts the only thing he said was "You can only imagine the joy I feel in my heart right now." He has a laser cannon in his head. Jabs his elbow into you for attention. Always being snooty with hands on his hips. Used a newborn as a yo-yo. Kidnapped a baby, then announced he wanted to name the child Bill because "Bill's a guy you'd trust with your insurance portfolio."

Went out and bought office supplies in the middle of the Fairy World Games. Won a footrace against Anti-Cosmo. Uses dollar bills as pizza toppings. Keeps chicken drumsticks in his ear. Will flap his arms and make chicken noises at you. Monotone "Go me, go me, it's my birthday." Literally makes you use enormous microscopes just to read the fine print in his contracts. Will hand you a cell phone and then call you even though you're standing in front of him. Once wore a bowler hat on top of his already existing hat.

Keeps his golf club on the table during board meetings. Likes to breakdance. Anti-Cosmo started taunting him and H.P. jumped on a scooter and said "The only thing you'll be eating today is my dust! Later dude!" and peaced out. He might be one of the oldest and most "professional" characters in the series, but in his heart he's like 21 and a total party-loving dork. He's all business on the clock and he might even pay attention to you for five minutes, but honestly he just wants to drink soda, attend raves, and do the worm. H.P. is my dear beloved and I just can't imagine not adoring this perfect man.

And he really is just Like That:

I love him so much...

I like how H.P. was totally okay with splitting the world with Sanderson when they take over... When asked WHY he wants to take over, his reply is "I'm not a hater, but I must cater, to my mission, my ambition, to be the world's administrator" and I like to interpret this as "I don't hate Fairies, but their world is disorganized and I have OCD." Oh no. His hat is also a pen.

Also the OG script shows Jorgen, Anti-Cosmo, and H.P. each choosing a contest for Timmy to judge them on so Timmy can name one of them the "best in the universe." I am obsessed with the sheer confidence of H.P. selecting one task in the universe he knew he could beat Jorgen and Anti-Cosmo at, so obviously he picks:

(Anti-Cosmo wanted to play cowboys)

This early script also depicts H.P. and Anti-Cosmo getting in a magic fight and exchanging insults like "Bring it on, meat" and "Oh no you didn't" while they shoot each other with duckzookas and magic and I need everyone to understand how much I treasure the bitter frenemy silliness that is... Them™

Idk, I feel like if H.P. had been portrayed as a younger character with the exact same personality then he'd probably be more popular in the fandom, and that's really too bad because he's freaking hilarious. He is just a guy. A dude. He's here to party and make it everybody's problem. We need way more H.P. content out there, I adore him.

Sanderson I like for many of the same reasons as H.P.- I've always loved dorky suck-up characters. Plus, Sanderson blatantly cheating at every competition he touches is funny to me. He has a similar goofy attitude to H.P. except he's also like, more vulgar and easily distracted and it's hilarious. My boy really broke a rhyme scheme to compliment his boss on the same hat he's been wearing since forever. In his mind, H.P. is just really really cool and he'll say it.

Sanderson loves music, but when he had the chance to describe himself in song form, his response was basically "Lol, I'm about to end Fairy World's whole career; bite me" and I respect that. He is just the perfect embodiment of "that suck-up who likes to drink and party with his boss, but oh wait! He also has a lot of genuine affection in his heart! But oh wait! He'll also screw you over :)" He's great.

I very much enjoy the fact that when Gary called for Pixie backup in the Musical, it was Sanderson, not H.P., who got the call. I like to think Sanderson took Gary and Betty under his wing and might be a little more attached to his dorky music-loving "godkids" than he'd like H.P. to know. H.P. gets to call the shots, but Sanderson will sneak them candy. As Gary starts sliding off the deep end in my 'fics, I think Sanderson's slowly breaking heart is one of my favorite parts of the whole arc. He really likes Gary, but his hands are tied on how much he can interfere even when his mental health comes crashing down. He's a high-up at Pixies Inc., but still can't overrule the boss's orders. It's lots of fun to play with characters who have power, badly want things, but can't take the risk to use power for the things they want.

I just love my little dynamic of Happy Peppy "I'm a pawn who can't cry in front of my godfathers" Gary and Mr. "I can't express affection in front of Gary or I'll get fired" Sanderson. There's just so much pain there to play with if you jump into FOP canon, point at Gary's call to the Pixies, and say "And I took that personally."

I also enjoy the fact that Timmy was extremely insistent that Poof needed to score "perfect 10s" on the gymnastics course in the Fairy World Games and the Pixies bribed the judges to take 1st place, which implies that it was the Pixies, not the Anti-Fairies, who scored a 10-10-9. Sanderson and H.P. are the only pixies seen on the field in that event and I would have loved to see that. Sanderson likes to be where the action is. He is hanging out.

Happy Peppy Gary and Betty are just inherently fascinating. It's pretty obvious that they know about the magical world. Even if we wave off their weird laser tech and overlook the fact that they got teleported from California to Florida, then made it back before the end of their work shifts in "Baby Face" and didn't even question it... there's a scene in the Musical where Gary picks up a phone that is blatantly labeled "Pixies" and calls Sanderson directly. My boy really went "Dad pick me up, I'm scared" slkdjf I love him.

Actually that's not true, his actual words were "Kids just being kids; they could all get hurt!" and honestly my heart. Like, I'm a full believer that the Happy Peppy duo were in on the Pixie takeover scheme even though Flappy wasn't, they are miscreants, but still... Vote Happy Peppy duo some of the sweetest and most innocent characters in FOP canon, please and thank. Ignore the times they launched babies off-screen, used lasers to cage infants, stuffed a child in a box in front of his horrified peers, and all that other stuff, that's not important. My children did nothing wrong.

I just really love thinking about all the different backstories you could write about these... extremely intense teenagers getting mixed up with magic. I favor the idea that the Pixies have always raised them the same way they raised Flappy Bob, but I think the concept of these two showing up for work one day and accidentally walking in on Pixies scheming to take over the world is equally hilarious.

I want what Gary has- I want the absolute confidence to look a crowd of kids and adults in the eye after they've just been tormented - after I'VE just been tormented - and say "Welcome back, give me money." The extent of the brand overhaul he did on the Learn-a-Torium was slapping his and Betty's names on the side and investing in giant images of their heads. He changed nothing else, not even the uniforms, and just decided to shoot his shot. I love him.

It's also VERY cute that we saw a cardboard "You must be this tall" Gary standee in "Baby Face" and I'm obsessed. This is before Gary and Betty took over, so why isn't it a Flappy standee? For some reason this cracks me up because the implication is that either Gary loves his job so much that he volunteered to be a standee model or someone else took one look at him and knew he was destined to be the smiling face of the Learn-A-Torium so they made standees of him. I love it.

I adore Gary and Betty because they make me think... To me, they're not easy to brush aside and overlook because I have a million questions, and they're cute and fun and I love them. I wonder if Vicky runs in their social circle. They probably cross paths in the babysitting field sometimes.

Also the fact that Betty is so physically affectionate with Gary on a daily basis, but the moment he turns to her for genuine comfort, she bolts out of the room, always gets me laughing. I guess it evens out, because Betty passed out in front of him once, yelling about her heart and clutching her chest, and Gary just covered his ears and screamed that the world was falling apart sdklfj. My babies.

I talk about this all the time, but Gary and Betty also have some fantastic scenes in early episode scripts that were cut from the final versions, like this gem from "Totally Spaced Out":

I love them.

Also in the early days of planning, the Musical's antagonist was actually Imaginary Gary.

While it's not confirmed that Gary and Betty sing this song since unfortunately there's no full script for the Musical available, just the first song drafts, the lyrics for the OG version of "Get Flappy" remain almost identical to the final and it's said to be sung by "Clown cheerleaders," so it seems likely that this refers to them.

I think about this a lot. I mean, if Gary and Betty are singing while Imaginary Gary reveals himself, the implication is that they found out their boss Flappy Bob was actually a 5-year-old in disguise who came out to them as an imaginary friend and they were like "Yeah, that's cool with us." For obvious reasons I don't treat the Imaginary Gary plot as canon in my 'fics, but like... They accepted him. Man.

Like... I can never express how much I enjoy the BFF dynamic that is "I'll keep working here even though our boss is 5 and imaginary, I'll run away to Mexico with you, I'll run a business with you when our boss skips town, I'll catch you when you jump in my arms, but if you want genuine comfort then BOI I'm walkin' out." Betty sdjklf

On that note, I feel like something does need to be said about Gary seeking comfort from Betty when scared and her response is "But I don't like you like that!" She obviously felt like she needed to clarify that and I have so many questions about their relationship. Ignoring for a moment the obvious need to transition to a new scene, it's just not a good look for Gary that Flappy felt the need to chase them and mediate. Is Gary okay. Does he need to be held. My son.

Anyway Gary and Betty have my heart and they know it- they fascinate me and I love them very dearly. I feel bad for the fact that literally every fanfic scene I've put them in is just a horrible downward spiral of their relationship and sanity; I'm pretty sure I've never actually been nice to them, and honestly that's terrible slkdjf

Foop will be ranked at the top of my fave characters for forever and a day. He's just a messed up little sweetheart ping-ponging between being socially awkward in school, hanging out with his loser friends, and struggling against the desire to consume the world in a black hole. He's just struggling so hard and there's, like... no one giving him actual help and it's heartbreaking, but also you don't feel too bad for him because he also has a healthy social life and he's doing okay.

There are something like... 5 or so episodes where you can see Foop's alternate personality take over and I'm just happy that the alt personality thing wasn't pushed as a reason for his destructive behavior. The alter is focused on a little when Foop is freshly out of solitary confinement, comes up again when he's going to school, but all the other appearances are a lot more subtle and just showcased in later episodes by Foop getting that extra highlight in his eyes and gushing over things ("Oh, goody! I found a spot on my body where I wasn't bitten by a spider!" which... isn't the same way Foop speaks when he's in pain any other time in the series, because usually when he's hurt, he'll moan, grump, or panic). It is interesting to me.

Anyway I'm just very happy that the alter wasn't a one-episode gag "played for laughs" who then got thrown aside like nothing happened. Rather, the alter features majorly in two episodes (or three if you want to make an argument for "Terrible Twosome"), then quietly becomes part of Foop's character in a few episodes after that.

We saw extremely valid reasons for where this alter came from. Foop was locked in solitary confinement from the day he was born, developed claustrophobia, accidentally yeeted himself into an alternate dimension for an unconfirmed amount of time while the timestream was frozen for 50 years, and although there's a certain humor in his alternate personality (like when said alter rigged the class president vote for the wrong person) there's also just... this quiet melancholy to the whole experience, this very legitimate childhood trauma that Foop is recovering from... Yikes.

Also this comes later in his life, but he also experienced other fun childhood events such as being tortured with magical shocks while trying to escape a bully and also that one time in Season 8 when the Fairy Council ripped him out of reality. Foop is not okay.

Anyway, Foop's alter is there for him while he adjusts to life outside of solitary confinement and again when he starts a stressful first day of school, and after that he becomes a smaller aspect of Foop's attitude that you can still see in later episodes when he's stressed. Like yknow, that time he literally saw the Grim Reaper and got told how he'll die, I also would probably struggle emotionally with that.

Foop is great- he'll bribe you to spare his life with a dollar bill and he'll still ask if he can keep the change. Disaster child. He's a struggling little kid who's struggling with massive amounts of trauma and doesn't seem to have much of a relationship with his parents. At least Anti-Wanda packs anti-venom in his Kelly Clarkson lunchbox, so I'm glad they're on good terms. Overall, Foop is such a goofy character with a harsh backstory, a difficult family life, a criminal record, and high political expectations and he's also a bad boy evil genius, so like... He's the best kind of character type. But he also has silly subplots where he spends hours TP'ing a house because he forgot he had magic (twice), he loves making prank phone calls, and he freaks out when Crocker doesn't invite him to a party. His dialogue is always fantastic and I really enjoy when he's onscreen.

The downward spiral of his mental state when being tortured with lightning and forced to team up with Vicky in "Scary Godcouple" to the point that he stops caring about anything, straight-up ready to let her kill Poof even though he'll ALSO die just... Man. Hits hard. This happens after "Timmy's Secret Wish" where Foop was violently yanked out of reality. He already ceased to exist once and begged for life again, and then the forced team-up with Vicky happens and he just... can't. He can't.

He screams and begs and finally surrenders to it all, right up until seconds before Poof dies. Finally he lashes out at Vicky and blasts her with magic, gets tortured because of it... This boy is not okay. My man be STRUGGLING. And then the fact that he had to face Vicky AGAIN in "Certifiable Super Sitter" and he just did not trust her for a single second... ouch. The emotional arc of Foop saying "Ooh, I really like her :D!" in his first encounter with Vicky to Foop throwing himself in front of her chainsaw to save Chloe in their last...... Love that.

The Crocker / Dark Laser / Foop friendship is important to me. I just want Foop to have adults in his life who care at least a little about his well-being. He has very few people to turn to... Chloe made him cry with a hug, the boy struggles so hard with healthy affection. He might be a destructive force of chaos but he's also just baby.

I also just really like Foop's dialogue; he's this posh British boy genius who will get extremely worked up about how "For the record, if he HAD thrown a lightning bolt, it would have been done in protest over being asked to participate in this candy-coated farce that you call theater!" but he's also like 5 so he'll just groan about how things are "Super lame" and it's adorable. He has a certain twang to his speech where he'll "spit" these single-word sentences like "Wow" and "REALLY?" and "SERIOUSLY!?!?" and I just find him both refreshing and easy to write. He's so loud and so very cute.

This kid literally runs around on the playground eating poisonous spiders while trying to pick up girls by comparing them to potassium chloride, he'll also distract his teacher by pointing at the window and yelling "A van of rich single men!!" where else can I go to experience this character type, he's the best. He booked a restaurant for Cosmo and Wanda at a black hole. When will I ever be this funny.

Also I cry over the fact that Foop corrected Goldie every time she called him by the wrong name - from the day she came to class to the day they held the play - until he finally screams that his name "isn't that difficult!" and honestly just the fact that he had to deal with that is interesting to me. Goldie knew Poof's name, she memorized her lines in a play... there's no way she "forgot" his name. She was doing that on purpose. In his debut, Foop made it clear multiple times that he hates his name, but he also stood up for himself when misnamed. Love that.

It's also extremely funny that in "Spellementary School," Foop reveals he's never been able to understand anything Poof says and he just has to guess all the time, yet he's also shown to be extremely accurate in recognizing when Poof is grumpily agreeing with him, arguing with him, or straight-up swearing at him and I love that about their relationship. The scene in "Two and a Half Babies" where Foop assures Poof that he can be trusted because he's "not a pathological liar" and Poof just looks at him sadly and says "Poof poof" and Foop backpedals with "You're right, I am; I lied about that" is v funny to me.

Nonverbal popular kid and the boy who needs someone to talk to for the absolute win. They are bonded for life... Good luck, Poof.

I also really like Poof, especially in "Love Triangle" when he screws Foop over by making him take over as understudy and then he just eats popcorn while Foop fumbles around onstage. Comedy gold. Poof is sweet and forgiving, but he's also a straight-up savage and he knew EXACTLY what he was doing. Love him for that. As good as he is, he still has that wild streak the same way that Foop has a secret soft spot for people. Poof doesn't mean to cause trouble except for the times when he definitely DOES mean to cause trouble and it's hilarious.

Poof has a certain "looks like a cinnamon roll, but could kill you" vibe. He's this kindhearted little boy who's very cautious and sweet and you can just imagine what a little gentleman he'll be when he grows up. I love how the first thing he did when he met Chloe was tip his crown at her, the sweetheart.

He'll jump into new adventures. He'll play along. He'll help you out. Yet while all of this is going on, you can see how when he's scolded - either when it's being scolded for "not forgiving people after they try to destroy you" or Timmy yelling that getting them both stuck in a spider's web is all his fault or even just Wanda telling him to calm down because he was getting so worked up when he was unable to articulate what he wanted to say......

Poof doesn't know how to stand up for himself in those situations. He holds himself to this standard of respecting authority even when he's overworked to the point of exhaustion. When he was assigned as godparent to Mrs. Crocker, he went into it with a good attitude but came home wiped out. Didn't voice a single complaint. Just exhausted. Didn't know what to say.

Meanwhile, Foop will flip the heck out if you accuse him of anything and I really enjoy that... Here are two counterparts, and you've got one kid who struggles to speak up so he usually just keeps his head down, and then you've got Captain Overshare who will outright lie and throw blame on other people and it's just... nice to see the personalities of two opposite creatures truly be opposite like that.

There's definitely something to be said about how when Poof finally started talking in sentences, it was while dueling Crocker in a magic fight. The poor kid had been been begging for others to step in and get Crocker out of Spellementary School for two days. No one was there for him. Poof got backed in a corner and had no choice but to challenge Crocker himself. Kid got blasted with magic lightning, slammed into a wall twice, and finally pushed himself off the floor and stood up for himself. Good on ya, kiddo. He WILL get in a physical fight to protect himself or others, but if he's in a situation where he needs to say "Hey, I'm struggling with this assignment" or "No, I'd rather not hug the guy who tried to kill me last time we met" then oh heck no, absolutely not, he'd rather die skldfj.

Poof finally spoke and the second sentence out of his mouth was "Your plan to absorb all the magic from my friends and Foop has failed" slkdfj. Tell us how you really feel. And then after Foop apologized for a lifetime spent trying to kill him, Poof still tried to extend the hand of friendship, my heart...

Also, the dynamic of "I blatantly do not like Foop, but I tolerate him because he's my cousin / counterpart / classmate" is very funny. Poof doesn't usually go out of his way to hurt Foop, but he absolutely sits back to watch Foop create problems for himself. If Foop launches a spiked ball at him, he'll fling it right back at him instead of eliminating it. He also accidentally pushed Foop into a garbage can one time and chose to leave him there instead of helping him. Love that.

Poof's great, I love his vibe. He's neither a brat nor a goody-goody... He's just this shy little kid who was born a celebrity and has to deal with everything that comes with that, like attracting a crowd of friends at school and being nominated class president. He's sweet with a streak of mischief... He'll go along with a plan to steal Cupid's arrows, he'll eat all your brownies, and he'll also eat 11 pounds of chocolate just because he wants it. He has his share of chaos, but he's a lot more thoughtful and controlled about it than Foop is. Needlessly dramatic and likes doing things with a flair <3

Woo... This post became much longer than intended, yikes. I'll wrap it up, but Juandissimo, Kevin, Norm, Crocker, Ed Leadly, Chester, A.J., Elmer, Sanjay, Binky, Jorgen, and Dr. Rip Studwell, are all such fantastic characters too, just to name a few off the top of my head. There's a special place in my heart for Chet Ubetcha, Mr. Bickles, Schnozmo, Chloe, Molly, Dark Laser, Cosmo, Wanda, Anti-Cosmo, Anti-Wanda, Blonda, Schnozmo, Remy, Mama Cosma, Big Daddy, and Sammy Sweetsparkle too. And Timmy himself, but I think that goes without saying.

So many funky dudes; I love them so much...

[bistaxx]

JINX !! tell me why you ship Quackity x Luzu and why you dont ship Quackity x Wilbur I need to know the Lore

Hiiiiiiiii Vin! oh gosh- I'll try to condense this as much as I can OKAY SO...

yeah I don't vibe with tntduo 😭- I already talked about q!tnt so I'll just explain about c!tnt instead:

Why don’t you ship it: The Fandom. Listen I hate saying it but it really is 90% of the reason why- I always try not to let annoying fandom stuff sour my opinions but like... MAN- Because like I actually did really use to enjoy /r tntduo fuck man I was shipping it back in October 17th 2020 after the moment in the button room and especially after the famous Niki's birthday stream like- idk I just liked the dynamic and the chemistry it was fun! I was even still shipping it when I first started getting really into the c!fiances and was hyped when Wilbur and Quackity met up again... but then. IDK- something about the fandom take on their dynamic just didn't click with me it didn't feel like the same characters I enjoyed ESPECIALLY IN REGARDS TO THE WAY C!QUACKITY WOULD GET TREATED- like GIRL- Quackity would not cave and be visibly annoyed or flustered by the first jab Wilbur makes hello-??? or the fanart that would portray Wil as like completely disregarding Q's personal space as this 'teehee funny flirty' thing like I HATED that shit- I also just hated how when I tried to look up c!fiances content I had to filter like 5 million tags to actually find what I was looking for because there'd be so many c!tnt fics that had the fiances tagged in them and 50% of the time it was just so Quackity could break-up with them for Wilbur 😭 I also just like got sick of seeing it everywhere when I wanted to find c!Q content it felt like it was inescapable and that people only cared for my favorite character solely to mischaracterize him in a ship I was quickly growing tired of... yeha I think that sums it up-

What would have made you like it? Um.. All of the above not happening LMAO-

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? Like I said earlier I DID really like it and I have tnt shipping mutuals who do the dynamic justice even if I got super burnt out on it (shoutout to Thes)

... So anyway uh- SO LUCKITY-

(this will be a lot shorter despite how much I have to say about Luckity I'm just really tired rn SORRY 😭)

This will be about k!Luckity specifically cuz I rly don;t have much of anything to say about q!Luckity outside of finding Arinckity cute

What made you ship it? Started for the fluff and stayed for the toxic ship 😈- GOD Quackity and Luzu fucking outdid themselves with Luckity in Karmaland V like dude it's just so good- like looking back on it the writing was already on the walls that they were so doomed from the very start- like they somehow manage to be both "it's tragic because it didn't have to end this way" and "it's tragic because it was always gonna end this way." if that makes sense. But god at the start it was just so easy to overlook the blaring the red flags because they'd give us just enough hope that it'd end well only for the rug to get pulled during the elections and the whole dynamic get's flopped on it's head but now instead of cute fluff or funny flirting it's this Angry passion and resentment- from start to end they were devoted to each other whether in hatred or in love. The build-up and payoff were both just amazing even if I felt miffed about the ending of the arc at first I've since come to love it because really it's just the cherry on top of their tragedy leaving the possibility they could just end up doing it all over again yeah <3 They were The Moment yeah!

What are your favorite things about the ship? A lot of things but like- I love that they're sun and moon coded <33333 I remember associating them with sun/moon imagery before they took those iconic photos with the sun and moon and like I was so hyped when that happened <3 my toxic sun/moon boys yeah <3

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Not really no- but HEY check out this web weave I made about Luckity that I'm still super proud of and debate remaking one day: X :3

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Hello it is me again, haha.

So I have been sketching and sketching my Fanart as well as I can. Now there are a few (probably unnecessary) questions that came up during this that I wanted to ask you, I hope you don't mind :)

(They are pretty stupid, but I overthink a lot, so when there are questions in my mind that I don't have answers on, it's driving me crazy.)

So here we go:

1. Is it okay if my Art isn't good?

2. Is it okay if it's not digital art?

3. Is it okay if the lighting isn't very well?

4. Do you mind if my perspective isn't good?

5. Does it matter if there are parts that you cannot make out? (Like parts that are too scratchy/too much drawn over and erased)

Thank you so much, sorry I am probably way too overthinking, but I just wanted to ask anyway.

I am doing as best as I can, I promise! <3

hello!!!! dont even worry about the questions, i overthink way too much too :,] 1- it is ALWAYS okay if your art isn't good. as long as it is art and it is yours, i think it's good. you could give me a crayon drawing of your family you made in preschool and i'd think it's good. as long as there's care put into making it, it's good.

2- ofc!!!! tbh, digital art is incredibly confusing to me-- traditional art is by far my preferred form of art. so i understand the struggle :,] plus, not everyone has an art tablet/program, and traditional is just easier sometimes!!! again-- as long as its art, and you made it, its good.

3- OFC!! im horrible at lighting/taking photos with good lighting, and ik not everyone actually has access to good lighting. its a-okay.

4- i dont mind at all!! perspective is stupid and weird and its impossible to get it perfect. no sweat, AT ALL. i mean it.

5- dude that's TOTALLY fine. that's actually sometime i like about traditional art- you can see the process and the work ppl put into it. if anything, it shows that you care about getting it to look good, which is admirable.

i trust you to make something great!! take your time and remember, you 'half-assing' something is probably another person 'full-assing' that same thing (aka you feeling like you're not doing enough is another person's 'im doing too much'. i promise you, ur fine!!! hang in there. :])

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I have been encouraged by the fact that you seem to be tolerating my rants and I was literally JUST thinking about ancient hair so hi I'm invading your askbox yet again but this time with images to back up my chaos

here is a graffiti! Most likely of an ancient, judging by the humanoid stature, the stripes on its body, the little spots, the covered-up eyes (it bugs me how the ancients black out their eyes in artworks. I get that it's probably part of the whole 'abate thine self' mindset but I WANT TO SEE THEIR WHOLE FACES DAMN IT)

But this ancient is missing their tentacle-hair!! This leads me to believe that some ancients either straight-up lack this feature, have lost their tentacles somehow, or perhaps even choose to remove them.

While no other images (that I have currently found, there may be others) depict completely bald ancients, several show them no visible tentacle-hair.

Here is one of the tapestries:

The one on the right has very long and obvious tentacle-hair. The one of the left doesn't appear to have any (unless they do and I'm just blind). I would guess that this ancient just has the shorter variant of the tentacle hair, or be missing it entirely.

This image shows that ancients also canonically have tiny tails!!! This is shown by the ancient on the right, who appears to. um. not be wearing any clothing. My apologies for showing this indecency, it was either this or the Karma 2 tapestry.

Also their feet. Do not get me started on the pure confusion that is ancient feet.

Here is an image which you've shown several times now. In my opinion it's the best depiction of an ancient that we have. I refer to it as 'the holy grail of ancient imagery' (sorry, I'm a nerd).

This ancient has pretty darn short tenta-hair compared to some of the other art. Their bottom three tentacles have extra rings surrounding the little center dot which could be evidence at tenta-hair trimming (I'm kinda grasping at straws here but idk).

There are several other images depicting short tentacle-hair, but I honestly can't tell whether or not those images are actually ancients or just wacky blobs.

ANOTHER THING!!

This dude looks like a skeleton. Does that mean the tentacle-hair have little bones at its base????? The implications of this for the first graffiti I showed, with the ancient with no tentacle hair! The poor dude lost their head bones!

Before I slither back to my cave I would also like to deposit this graffiti:

It's clearly not an ancient, but it appears to have the tentacle-hair. Distant ancestor, perhaps? It may just be a very heavily stylized ancient (body modifications, maybe?) But I mean. Come on. That is pretty clearly some type of aquatic animal. And it looks vaguely like an ancient. ANCIENTS ARE OCEAN CREATURES. FIGHT ME.

This is all wild and rampant speculation, please correct me if I missed something, got something terribly wrong, or if none of this makes any sense whatsoever.

And my apologies for desecrating your askbox again. You may politely tell me to shut up at any point and I'll move my rampant speculation somewhere else

(and I just noticed that someone made Sparrows fanart. Why did I never think of doing this before arghhhh *runs off to find my drawing tablet*)

oh dear god why's there Bone in The Sasanka jaysus fuck video cult what have you done........

though honestly- if u're allowin my opinion- some things are most likely artistic choices. the skeleton hair thing is most likely to definitely an artistic choice of some dude goin "i wanna draw a cool skull but don't wanna miss out on the hair...- oh i know!"

the holy grail one is legit so fuckin good, gods bless- n i'm really sorry to bap at your straws, but yeah, that's probably not much

i can actually tell you for fact that those are attempts at gettin the end of the tentacle more defined/communicated to the viewer or it's leftovers of the sketch in some way. how am i so sure? cuz dear god.

shaking hands with this anonymous lost soul of an Ancient graffiti artist in these chilli's tonight

with feet i'm also pretty sure a lot of stuff is artistic interpretation tangling in! the most canonical feet pic glimpse we get are these

with the rest being so small EITHER cuz of that artistic decision shit or there might be another bound of body horror involved, from either cutting the toes off or doing similar feet binding technique that was a thing in real life China. i like to think the bottoms of their feet still have pedal disks that sea anemones possess n they gotta wrap 'em up like this to avoid sticking to floors cuz that shit is like suction cups

ah yes, karma three mural.... i've had that shit opened on my browser for a month now, i know that one intimately. yeah! that one is the culprit behind every single tail on an Ancient in the whole fandom n i adore it so much. the fact that it's so... sad (lookit the fuckin teeny nub, whatcha gon do with that) made me decide that the lower circles have more proper ones! and -tsk- AAAAAAHR who give a shit bout nudity up in this bitch, this just how we ball. all from the artistic, biological and religious sense, heavens know each time i draw Sparrows from behind without her jacket on i feel like i'm toeing Some kind of line. nudity is just a different kind of deal for them than for us culturally n i think that is super neat actually. taking things that are a given to us n flippin it all on its head is one of my favorite things to do, rule 180° bayyybeeee

n i do NOT mean this in a mean way, this is lighthearted but i'm JGSDKMCLKMKGKSDLCK i get handed a clam with a whale tale with lil geysers on top of it n told "this is Sparrows' great times 1000 grandpapa" JGSKLCKL

LIKE,,, NOT DISPUTING IT CUZ WHO THE HELL KNOWS ANYMORE. SEA ANEMONES WITH BIPEDAL BODY PLAN IS ALREADY SO FUCKIN WEIRD THIS MIGHT AS WELL HAPPEN. i just can't help but see some sorta looney tunes clam whale in it. -dreamy sigh- what if they had looney tunes-esque cartoons...........

but yes, these fucked up things Def came from the oceans cuz the oceans always spit out the strangest shit and i also adore to think that their whole society runs on water energy/steam so the connection of It Came From The Sea with that really tickles my worldbuilding enthusiast brain

[arcofacatboy]

I find it so funny that Neal’s tumblr is so dead, no one interacts or even LOOKS at it, the only thing he can get more than 1 or 2 notes is when he reposts scythe fanart desperately trying to gain those fans back

I think anyone with the capacity to understand what AOAS, The Unwind Dystology, & Dry were about, condemns Neal’s actions, considering he condemns his actions within the context of his own books, so of course the people in his fandom left.

No one told the scythe Reddit about Neal’s Zionism, so I told them, and it was a big mistake, they insulted me relentlessly. This proves my theory that most people who are still active fans of him (who know about the situation) are very young & entitled people who don’t care about anyone but themselves. They want to pick internet fights and enjoy things uncritically above all else, so they’ll call me a druggie for calling Neal a Zionist.

But yeah @scottishgremlin and I were talking about this (sorry to call you out bestie) the fandom has been dead since everyone with a brain cell left. Us who were most passionate about the series felt disgusted by Neal’s neutrality and wanted nothing to do with him, because our passion could be taken as agreeing with his views. And when the truly passionate moved on, the fan content dried up. (At least, I assume it did. I don’t go looking for it.)

But, I think Neal’s tumblr has always performed poorly since the dude doesn’t know how to tag posts 😭 he’s only been tagging them AT ALL within the last year, and now that he does tag them, he doesn’t use spaces. (for example, #NealShustermanBooks rather than #neal Shusterman) this is why you don’t have a social media manager for ur tumblr, if you’re gonna have a tumblr you need to learn to post like a tumblrina. Except fuck Neal, I disown him from tumblr

Sorry if this is unhinged my thoughts are scrambled. Basically, Neal made his bed and now he’s laying in it

[mareenavee]

Criminal asks! *grabby hands*

8, 15, and 22 please :)

Maple!! I was half wondering if you'd made this ask game before I saw the actual post this morning LOL. They seem like your kind of discussions, and I'm here for it.

Thank you for these!

From this caustic ask game right here.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

We're all entitled to our opinions, but I refuse to believe Ondolemar actually wants to be a Thalmor. He does some real RIEKLING BEHAVIOR SHIT in the Embassy for you if you get some bard or whatever arrested for their Talos-flavored nonsense. (Please, I hate this quest as much as the next person. I'm definitely live and let live ambivalent about Talos nonsense.) Granted, to get him to help here, you yourself have to not be a [redacted] idiot with the vocabulary of a Riekling yourself. :>

If he agrees to help you, then you get this gem of a conversation five feet from Elenwen, who is, presumably his superior:

Ondolemar: "How dare you speak of the Thalmor in such a disgusting manner!" Razelan: "What? I didn't... hmm? No listen, you must have misunderstood... I would never openly insult your... that is to say..." Ondolemar: "Your insults and provocations have gone far enough! I'd kill you where you stand if I wasn't bound by my oath as an officer of the Aldmeri Dominion."

This is Riekling Behavior. It is Causing Problems On Purpose for some [redacted] just because they helped with a simple quest he could have definitely thrown his power around to accomplish without thievery and tomfoolery.

To my eye he wanted to see if you, the player, were willing to throw away all reason to help him, and do so without getting your ass caught and thrown in jail. He needs people who can manage simple tasks without getting the entire government involved so he can trust you in the future. For what? Very out of character to LET IN RANDOM PEOPLE to secret Thalmor business in a secret Thalmor unjoinable faction.

He does not want to be part of this and/or is trying to do something about them. Bet. (Anyway thanks for coming to my TES talk.)

15. That one thing you see in fanart all the time

Hmm. I am usually in awe of fanart to be perfectly honest. But I suppose, and this is likely my very Aro/Ace brain, if I see a lot of fanart of pairings of OC/NPC, and I can't tell what the OC's deal is outside of who they are paired with -- ie, set aside, they have no personality at all on their own, then I'm going to be a little less likely to give the art attention. I want to know who the characters are, not just who they're [redacted.] Ya know what I mean? Sorry that's pretty blunt but it's true. I think this is why my favorite fanart is from or for people whose characters are part of a larger work -- ie a comic or a fanfiction. So I can understand the character.

This is specifically about fanart of pairings with no story other than x OC is with x NPC, that's it, that's their story. I am usually still in awe of just OC artwork, or just NPCs. And yeah there's always going to be exceptions but the question brought to mind maybe three artists I find myself bored of seeing work from LOL out of the hundreds I do love to follow.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

...Am I allowed to say Athis here?

Okay so. I don't think I have to defend him to you, Maple lol (: But for others who may be out of the loop -- we stan a good Athis and we just want him to make something of his life. Yes, yes.

Anyway he exists. He's that one elf dude in the Companions? That one, yes. He was a shell of a character, yes, in Vanilla. He also looks a bit... We'll just keep our opinions on the vanilla art direction to ourselves in this case. Anyway it's little wonder he's been ignored...

But yes, please, you're ignoring a favorite bean, friends. Write more Athis. I don't even care how you write him, but please. Join me in the tag. LOL he deserves attention.

I picked him for World because he was a shell character and due to the project I've become enamored of all the iterations that could be. So ... join me in the brain rot. Yes, thank you.

[bee-dot-exe]

Soldier Poet King SBI

I was sitting in bed, probably with my cat, watching I wanna say a birthday celebration stream with Karl, Foolish, Tina, and Brooke one year ago tonight. I was laughing and stimming and getting some screenshots, it was great, then a notification popped up. "Technoblade uploaded a video."

I quietly but audibly apologized for having to leave because he never uploads, even if the title did make me a little confused and nervous.

I thought it was a joke until about halfway through the letter. I kept saying "wait." I took it off full screen and refreshed the comments, saw curses and apologies and condolences, then refreshed again just in case. I heard "because I love you guys" and I couldn't hear anything anymore.

I cried so hard I felt sick. I couldn't catch my breath. I could see my iPad on the bed in front of me still playing the video but I wasn't watching or listening.

I have several stuffed animals, and I've just never named them or associated them with anything, with all but three. A septiceye from Jack's merch, a grey sheep named Friend, and a pink and white Squishmallow rabbit that makes me thinks of Origins. I don't really remember anything from that night after except holding that rabbit.

Grief is such a weird thing. There are so many good moments where I laugh until my stomach hurts. But there's also moments where I just emotionally and sometimes physically freeze. Watching videos, stims I've picked up from or because of him, seeing fanart.

It's beautiful and it's weird, that there will continue to be things, not directly from him, but about him, and I feel honored that these things happened at all, before and still.

I didn't think that would be so long, sorry about that, but thank you for letting me write it, and sorry if it made you emotional in any way, but thank you for reading it.

See you later, Techno, we miss and love you so much, we'll be alright, I hope you're resting easy out there.

Now then. Something I've wanted and been meaning to write for a long time. I'm quite proud of this, I had a lot of fun making it, it's so soft, I hope you enjoy.

Based on the song Soldier Poet King by The Oh Hellos

975 words

I mean a couple curses cause Tommy's in it if you care but no other warnings

The dull creak of wooden porch breathing then settling as the rocking chair I sat on lulled above it. A soft medley of chirps and trills from a variety of birds in the surrounding trees, an array of stark browns and calming greens, or high above in the sea of cerulean and cornflower with candy floss dots of porcelain. The occasional mumble or soft grunt of moo's from fenced in landscape. The gentle rush and subtle scent of a nearby stream. My personal symphony.

The sound of metal against metal brought me back.

"What the fuck, man, can't let me have one win, can you?"

"Afraid not."

"Come on, dude, I'm trying."

"Get better."

"What do you think I'm doing!"

"Not being better."

"Wiiiiiiiiiiiil!"

Wilbur was sitting under a tree and started playing his guitar louder as a response.

I saw Tommy move to tackle the older in my peripherals, but Techno moved to the side, before pinning his opponent to the earth with his slightly dull blade, blonde curls bouncing slightly as they peeked from beneath his helmet as he landed, the victor's own a color not unlike bubblegum or strawberry ice cream in wisps beneath his own, slightly unkept from the activities.

"Alright, settle down, be nice." I said in the direction of those dueling, rocking chair creaking slightly from the pressure of standing up, moving in the direction of gentle guitar strums.

"Come over here with Wil and I, I have something to show you."

"Whatcha got there, Dadza?" Asked Tommy, head tilting forward in question towards the slightly fraying book.

"Come over and find out, mate." I pat the ground at either side as a gesture to join.

Tommy sat at one end next to Wilbur, who promptly pulled him into a side cuddle, Techno sat at my other side, a bit more reserved on affection, but leaning in a tad to see the book in my hands, the cover read "making memories."

I opened to the first page, which held a photo of a small boy, hair mostly straight and dusty brown, about ten years before becoming the color it is now, he was holding a sword someone helped make out of cardboard, making a face as intimidating as a toddler could manage.

"Look at the little Technoblade!" Wilbur cooed in a higher octave. Techno began to curl into himself and his face slowly deepened in a shade of embarrassment.

"None of that, mate, because you see, that weapon of cardboard would become one of metal in a short matter of years, he would become a soldier in a sense, protecting the ones he holds closest to his chest, verbally and physically, a hero in and out of his home."

He adjusted himself to sit straighter, and brushed the pieces of hair from the front of his face, a whisper of a smile found itself on his features as I turned the page.

A boy, with a pile of muddy colored curls, mostly brushed to his right side, and wire rimmed glasses just on the side of being too big, smiled with closed lips and shining dimples.

"Wilby!"

Tommy stated brightly, Wilbur brought him into a closer cuddle.

"Right you are, and those glasses would soon come to fit him, and he would really start to find his voice, metaphorically, not long after this was taken if I'm correct. His already strong and bright imagination would scream and run and paint the world. He will be a poet, a musician, a singer, the list keeps growing, he knew then and knows still how to slay one with his tongue, an artist from the day he entered this earthside."

He adjusted the same shape of glasses he's grown attached to since the start that sit on his face, and brushed slender fingers along the neck of his instrument lightly, I turned the page again.

A boy, a mop of curly hair like sunshine and dandelions, blooms of freckles on his nose and cheekbones, a smile so bright and brilliant it reached the corners of his eyes, a gap indicating a missing tooth on display.

"You were so proud, runt." Techno stated. Wilbur reached to ruffle the still unruly curls of the boy the conversation surrounded.

"Course I was, bitch, now I've got these bad boys." He grinned and pointed to the tracks of metal across both rows of teeth.

"Give it time, Toms, you'll be rid of those in due time. This kid with hair like gold and gaps in his teeth will become a ruler, a glue of sorts to those who have the honor of becoming close with him, his spirit as bright as the sun and energy magnetic, can only continue to grow and roam wild and free."

Sun glistening off braces as he smiled, eyes just as crinkled as in the photo, blossoming freckles just as apparent.

"You heard the man, kid's a ruler, think that means he deserves a crown, now if you'd be so kind as to show me where it is, Technoblade."

"Not a chance, Theseus."

"What about you then, Phil?"

"What about me, mate?"

"We all got these names and stories, what about you, why didn't you get anything?"

Wilbur questioned, his head almost touching my shoulder to admire the pages of the book in my lap, eyes sparkling with wonder and curiosity.

Time stalled in that moment, the three surrounding me having seemingly gone back in time as we huddled together and reminisced. To the days where hair looked a little different, where faces were a little chubbier, where voices were a little higher, where bodies weren't taller than my own.

"I'm more than alright being the narrator and the reader of your own stories."

We continued to flip through the album, commenting on the majority, laughter joined part in the symphony.

[britts-galaxy-brain]

even if the fanfic you say was written by lily was, that doesn't make her a predator. i wrote some horrible pairings between adults and minors when i was big into my artemis fowl phase and i've drawn characters in ways i shouldn't have before. lily having made mistakes in the past doesn't make her a bad person. ee all fuck up sometimes. it's not the important thing. the important thing is that she tries to keep attention off that kind of thing and limits sexual stuff to stuff we can all click off of. if i didn't want to see her stream or watch her videos or whatever, i could and can just hit the back button. yeah, i guess flashing is kinda cringe, but cishet dudes do it all the time and no one calls them predators. it's just a thing some people do. It's not great but it's not anywhere near as graphic as the stuff guys at my school do, joking about raping girls and who they wouldn't fuck even if they were too drunk to see straight etc.

it's maybe five seconds of boobs. that's NOTHING. and it's transphobic that people slam her for this but if guys at my school joke about wanting to facefuck me it's "boys will be boys lol". why should a trans woman get so much more anger for a sexual joke so much more minor? what has she done wrong that the cishet guys who i CANNOT escape with a simple click haven't? i've never seen her flash but if i did it's one click away from being out of my life. the old dude who stares at my boobs in the library is way worse than lily. if she wasn't trans no one would give a damn.

and for your information, she has messaged me after i sent her fanart - and we talked briefly about fanart and how to navigate the tags on a fanart website i use that she's unfamiliar with. that's it. there was nothing sexual, nothing inappropriate, no red flags. just a pretty normal conversation and then she moved on. she's not evil or predatory or whatever. she's just some woman on the internet. all she's guilty of is maybe having written some bad fics and showing a few inches of skin. i've been raped. i know what abuse is. "hey how do you exclude tags on this site anyway? i keep looking for ___ character and only getting art of them with ___" is not abuse.

...Oh my. Yall I'm gonna need some help here.

There are screenshots of Lily's old Tumblr where the first three were linked, Lily talked about it openly, she even used to have a NFSW blog dedicated to it despite the fact that its most notable plot point involved grooming and molesting children and a young teenager. There are also video clips of Lily herself admitting to writing it. She was writing the sequels long into her 20s, which is well beyond the age an adult should be writing about those ages.

The people at your school are just as disgusting and the fact that they aren't getting reprimanded immediately is a sad failure of the adults around you. The adults in your life should be taking that just as seriously as we're taking Lily's behavior. It is just as predatory and sick, and I'm truly sorry the adults in your life are failing at this. I grew up in a similar situation myself, and it was a huge reason I ended up getting involved with adults I shouldn't have been involved with. Much like you, it had become normalized in my head, and I justified the adults who were taking advantage of me. It didn't make it right. They were predators who knew what they were doing, and wanted to manipulate and use me.

Lily uses a lot of maliciously manipulative tactics to get her audience, notably people your age, to sympathize with her. It's a form of emotional manipulation. None of us are transohobic in any capacity, and at least three of the people who are or have called her out for this are trans themselves. Accusing us of transphobia is one of the many lies she tells her audience so she can pretend to be a victim, and manipulate her audience into immediately disregarding us. If she can get her audience to believe we're terrible bigots by playing into their emotions, they're less likely to want to look at the hard evidence and corroborating experiences many of us have had with her.

Anon, I can promise you Lily has been lying to you to keep you around for her own selfish purposes. None of us are right-leaning in any capacity. Many of us are trans or otherwise not cisgender. Many of us aren't straight. Many Natives have spoken out against her. Many black people have spoken out against her. Kinksters have spoken out against her. Just about every group she performatively fights for has called her out for horrendous misinformation, racial fetishization, promoting extreme violence, pathological lying, smear campaigning, sockpuppeting (that she still does to this day by sending herself fake anon asks on a regular basis), zoophilia, and pedophilia. The last two have more than enough hard evidence out of her own keyboard to back up.

I'm truly sorry for what you're going through IRL. What those boys around you are saying is still predatory, still disgusting, and should absolutely be addressed by the adults around you. The fact rhat they aren't doesn't mean what those boys are doing is normal or okay. And it certainly doesn't mean what Lily is doing is normal or okay. People like Lily prey on people in your situation, who unfortunately haven't been shown that this behavior is abusive and horrible. This is what she relies on, and why she refuses to set up a revenue stream on a more adult-oriented website. There are many popular sites where she could be openly sexual with other adults and get paid well for it, but she refuses to go to those sites. It's because she gets off on the audience she has now, which consists of a lot of minors in situations like yours. Her and I are the same age, and I can tell you what she is doing is not something someone our age should EVER be doing. Period. It is predatory, she knows full well it is predatory, yet she's doing it anyway and lying to people so she doesn't get caught.

Please be safe, anon. I know it gets heavy as all hell dealing with what you're dealing with. There are people out here that genuinely do want you safe and I hope you get out of your current environment soon.

[ineffible-chaos]

The Christmas Kids

Summery:

It's been four years since Craig Tucker stepped into South Park. After a nasty, one-sided breakup at sixteen with his long-term boyfriend, Tweek Tweak, Craig has been on a downward spiral with seemingly no end. With a new assignment from his therapist, Stripe #10 and enough medication to kill a small village, Craig is returning to the source of all his problems. Things have changed in South Park and some people don't know how to leave well enough alone. With new friends, old friends, and something in between, Craig just wants to disappear out of the lives of everyone

Parings: Craig/Tweek, Kyle/Stan, Kenny/Butters/Marj

“I dream of you in every waking and sleeping moment and its the sweetest and cruelest form of torture.”

Day one.

My name is Craig Tucker.

I’m twenty-two years old.

My therapist is making me do this assignment where I have to make an entry for a whole year. Three hundred and sixty-five entries. He told me that it was okay to skip a day or two if I forgot or didn't have the energy to write anything down. I don't mind this if i'm being honest, it's better than wallowing in my own self pity like I have been the last few years.

I think it would be rude to not introduce myself to you, even if you are just a leather bound book filled with empty space.

So.

My name is Craig Tucker and I'm depressed.

I was first diagnosed when I was sixteen when my boyfriend of six years broke up with me. Then a lot of stuff happened and I got the free upgrade of having MDD- major depressive disorder, a few years later. I’m gay, I’ve known since I was fourteen. You’re probably wondering, “Craig, how did you have a boyfriend for six years if you didn’t know you were gay until years after you started dating him?”

That, my friend, is the question, isn't it? I grew up in South Park, this fucked up little town in Colorado. The adults were insane, there was one fat kid who was a menace to society (his friends were too, I still hate them for Puru) and then there was Tweek.

Tweek Tweak was this neurotic little blond kid whose parents ran the only coffee shop in all of South Park.

We even fought once because of the fat kid I mentioned earlier. We’d played superheroes together (I was Super Craig and I beat the shit out of other kids, I loved it) and before we “dated”, we were doing some medieval shit with this new kid who farted. Like, a lot. It was a weird time.

Then the Asian girls started making yaoi fanart of us and the whole town had decided that we were gay, dating and that was that. We “broke up” shortly after and Tweek had decided to make me sound like a cheating bastard with some dude named Michael (srsly what the fuck, im still mad about that).

But I guess we just sort of stayed together after that. We fake dated for the town but we actually became really good friends and eventually the line between friends and being something more just… blurred. I was the only one who could calm him down and he was the only one I could stand touching me.

That's sort of my thing. My family never believed in coddling their kids and it was rare to be touched in a way that wasn't violent (I got into fights a lot) or those posed two second family pictures. I even remember flinching away from his touch in the beginning because it was so foreign.

I haven't let anyone else touch me since.

The thought makes my skin crawl, like having any one else’s hands on me but his made me want to throw up.

Sorry, I'm rambling aren't i? It's been a while since i've talked to anyone that wasn't the therapist.

I'm gonna be honest, book. I’m not okay.

I’ve been in love with my ex for nearly ten years and I don't know how to get over him. No one else clicks and a part of me is so, so tired of getting drunk and high to feel something other than misery and self pity that I just want everything to end. That sounds bad doesn't it? Who feels that way over some guy?

Everything feels heightened now because I'm going home to South Park for the first time in four years and I'm scared out of my mind. I was a complete mess that last year and a half of high school after Tweek broke up with me and I spent most of that time high, drunk or both on the first set of meds that made me feel numb enough that I could barely think and when i could, i was so fucking miserable i wanted to die.

If I'm being honest, I don't even know how I graduated. Despite what everyone thought about Kyle Broflovsky and Wendy Testaburger being the smartest in our grade, I had been on track to be valedictorian, which I hid from everyone as best I could. Sure, I had sucked at school when I was younger but the teachers had been able to tweak (ha, jokes) how I was taught and boom, smart as hell.

Honestly, I think my teachers felt bad for me and just passed the depressed gay kid who was dumped by his long term boyfriend for a fucking girl.

Ugh.

Book, this entry is making me want to jump so I’m gonna end it here. So see you for entry two, maybe I won’t be so miserable the next time we talk.

-Craig.

He flipped the book closed and flexed his fingers, which had cramped from the amount of writing he'd done. A part of him had almost felt bad for trauma dumping through the pages and immediately wanted to punch himself in the face because how fucking stupid is that? It's a book.

He hadn’t been lying as he wrote and he’d even felt like the slightest bit of weight had eased off of his shoulders for a moment. He looked around his barren dorm room and wished he could make time stop moving; graduation had come and gone and now he was heading back home to South Park for the first time in years. Apartments were too expensive in the city and he was completely wiped out from paying tuition.

So home it was. Tricia was about to be in her senior year of high school and he’d felt guilty for missing so many events the last few years. His mom was excited he was coming home and he had no doubt that every single miserable person in town knew the Gay Kid was coming back home.

Being out of the cold shadow of the mountains had done him good, his voice had finally let go of the lispy rasp he’d had for so long and he'd let his hair grow out so it stuck out from under his hat.

He looked towards the desk in his room and stood from his perch on the bed. Stripe #10 had been changed to his carrying case and he’d protested it, his angry weeks expressing just how he felt being in his tiny enclosure.

“Dude, chill. You’ll be in there for only a little longer and I’ll give you treats later.”

Stripe let out a huff in response.

“Don’t sass me young man, it's hard being a single mother dealing with your tantrums.”

Damn kids.

He shrugged his bag on and lifted the cage, leaving behind the dorm he’d occupied for so long. He left the key by the RA office and put Stripe in the front seat of his car, buckling him in and throwing the bag into the back seat.

“Don’t expect to see your deadbeat dad anytime soon bud, just because we’re going home doesn’t mean you get to see him.” He said to Stripe, who didn’t respond.

Teenagers are so ungrateful nowadays, he thought to himself and started the long journey to South Park.

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[opinated-user]

first of all, grooming isn't a thing internet people do to the audience. it's a thing pedos do to kids they interact with irl. secondly, lily was very clearly joking about meeting with a fan and it's gross to take it as if it were serious. thirdly, lily isn't doing anything weird. there's an old dude to stares at my boobs even though i'm nearly flat and gets a boner to it in the library. boys at my school joke about raping girls and each other. the school bus driver thinks i have a nice ass. the difference is that no matter what i want, i CAN'T get away from them. if i want to get away from lily or i don't like what she's doing, i can just exit the tab. groomers don't make sure you have ready access to a door to escape from them at all times. groomers also don't act as normal as lily does privately. i talked to her after i made fanart for her and she was nice, complimented me, asked for some help navigating a fanart site, thanked me and moved on. there was nothing remotely sexual about any part of that interaction. if that's grooming then everyone i've ever talked to in fandom is grooming everyone. if that's grooming then every youtuber or twitch streamer with a discord server is trying to groom their whole audiences.

she's not creepy. she's just some woman on the internet. if you don't like her sexual expression or jokes, just don't interact with her stuff. she isn't some predator hunting you down to force you to see her do stuff. this is ridiculous.

anon, first... i'm so, so sorry any of that happened to you. i'm so sorry that no adult on your life step up to tell you none of that is okay or to tell those classmates to stop. it must be horrible feel that threatened by people you're supposed to trust, that you have to see everyday. you deserve so much better than being surrounded by a environment like that and i hope you know that. but i have to insist: LO's not the kind of adult that will keep you safe and sound. she'll put you in danger. she might not be as obvious as that creepy library guy or talk openly about it like your classmates, but that doesn't mean she's a better option. she already did harm you by allowing minors like yourself to think it was okay and normal for an adult to "joke" like that on a public space where they could be present. groomers will make sure to appear as your friends, as the only adults you can actually trust, and make you feel as if they understand you, that everything they do and say must be okay because they were nice before so they couldn't do anything bad later. they don't start off being acreepy and demanding nudes right from the start, they wouldn't get any results that way. normalize that kind of behaviour for a minor to start finding nothing wrong about it is grooming. create that emotional connection and safeguard so you'll come out to defend her, ignore all red flags, ignore all warnings from others and justify everything... that is grooming. i'm so sorry but it is. she's not your friend, she doesn't care about you and never will. no DM is ever going to change that. i know plenty of women online and none of them behaves like LO. the ones that do, they end up being dennounced by a victim or many victims that will forever carry with that trauma with them, destroying any piece of trust you had on them. those women are dangerous and disgusting, and they don't deserve a platform just like LO doesn't either. i don't know how else to help you, anon. but i hope you stick around and see more things by yourself, because only seeing her side is the last thing you should do.

[deus-ex-mona]

i hope y’all had a great weekend!!!

i say, rambling about my strangely unrestful weekend under the cut because i have no friends to hear me out lmaooo

i’m only rambling here because the character limit in the tags is really annoying, and also because i really wanna remember all of the weird ideas that i threw out for my room planning in spite of my innately terrible memory, so here goes—

so, saturday! a day of rest for many, just a regular day at work for me :( but the one good thing about going to work yesterday is that i finally managed to eat this one specific food item that i’d been craving lmaooo.

on friday, this coworker dude offered to buy me (and everyone else too, really) some food to “celebrate” the weekend i guess? so i just told him that i wanted that food item (only because i’m unable to find it easily and stuff :(), and the dude actually managed to get it for me!!! granted, he bought it from a different country on his way to work, but still!!! the best part is that when the price of the stuff he bought was converted to local currency, the food came out to being literally 10 cents apiece, which was pretty funny ngl.

also, i got to hear some pretty 👀👀👀worthy work gossip, so that was fun~

and then came today. aka sunday!!!!

i found out that the apartment that my family and i would be moving into was almost ready(!!!!) and that i’d finally be getting my own room(!!!!!!!!).

so, naturally, i dragged my mother down to the apartment with me (despite her literally just coming back from visiting it with my brother) and took a gander for myself.

apart from my tiny room, the place was kinda insane ngl. they had some kind of built-in pulley system(????) for the overhead laundry rack, which you have to lower by yourself to hang your stuff on.

and also!!!! there seems to be sinks installed in the tank of the toilet bowl??? just look at it yo

that’s definitely a sink, right?

it befuddles me to no end… i asked my mother what it’s for, and she told me that i could gargle my mouth there, so that was rather unhelpful. ಠ‿ಠ

and after that, i dragged my mother off to ikea to look at the showrooms and stuff for ✨inspiration✨ and inspiration did strike!!! i managed to get great ideas about to how to maximise my space in my tiny room and even made weird doodles to illustrate my vision for posterity!!! hint: ✨shelves✨. tons of shelves!!

…but sadly, my mother rejected my suggestion of skipping the dining table entirely to attach a huge shelf to the wall instead, so we could eat like we’re at a noodle bar :( sads. home noodle bars could definitely be a thing, right?

but in the end, i guess i’ll end up missing this current tiny temporary apartment that i’ve been staying at for the past few years… i’ll definitely miss the wild chicken family that lives at the ground floor though… despite how noisy the rooster is… but oh well! life has to go on, right? may the rooster terrorise the next inhabitants of this temporary flat as well…

but aside from that, i’m definitely not looking forward to dealing with my storaged nonsense, especially my love live merch collection from ages ago. i don’t even like love live anymore, man… what the heck was past me thinking?

aaaa i hope no bugs got into my pokespe manga though… those were my treasures for sure. maaan do i have so many memories of writing/drawing bad fanfiction for pokespe. and also of n harmonia. my former friend and i obsessed over the poor dude for ages. we drew so much bad fanart of him, turned him into a frog hybrid of sorts, and even made small replicas of his waist cube during class one day… man, now i feel old lmao

sorry if you read this~! uhhhhh happy sunday (if it still sunday for you)!!!!

[acefaun]

Hello!

I know you've got a bunch on your plate, but I was kind of in need of some comfort. Don't pressure yourself to write this if you don't want to though! Basically my thing is that I've been told many many times that I'm annoying every single time I share something that makes me happy. (Ex: a new hobby I picked up, a new movie I watched, heck! Even a meme that made me laugh!) I'm always told to "chill", "ew, that thing is gross" "wtf are you showing me?", to quiet down my happiness and/or "you're basically feeling it alone". I know that some people don't like the same things as me, so it's a given that they won't be that excited, but idk if it's selfish or not, but I just want someone to just... Because happy that I have things in my life that make me happy. I'm seriously on the verges of closing off from people completely, because I feel like my very existence is a bother. So to close this, cause I've been rumbling. Can I have a comfort fic with Scorpio comforting a female!MC? (His girlfriend if possible). I just want to feel someone being happy about me for once in my life. I'm terribly TERRIBLY sorry for how depressing this request turned out to be and I also wanted to let you know, that I admire you a lot! You make people happy with what you do and that's truly wonderful. And your blog is so comforting too. It's one of the only plebes I feel safe in and that I won't he judged for being happy and/or for the things that make me happy.

Scorpio~ Passion

Synopsis: Ever since you got rid of his mark of sin, Scorpio has been trying to figure out how to act around you and the other gods. But one thing he was certain of… was how protective he was of your smile. 

✨Masterlist✨ Female goldfish!

A/n: I actually think it’s cute when people get so passionately excited over something they love. The thing I like about tumblr is that you can get excited about a hobby and others will just get excited with you. That’s how I started writing SCM fics! I was like “I don’t know if anyone else will like these… but I like them. ☺️” And then it was the same thing with my art… because irl people were so awkward about my fanart like “O… Weird. An anime dude.” But now I have friends to talk about the gods with! You’re here talking to me, so I’d say things worked out just fine! So, you don’t have to worry here! I like you! And I like to make others happy so I’m super glad I’m doing my job! (I’m gaining work experience by granting wishes on Earth now so when I go to the Heavens I’ll be able to work in the Department of Wishes. 😋 I’ll have a pretty good resume for Leo and Karno to go over.) I’m glad my blog is a safe space! 🥰 I never want anyone who comes here to feel like they’re not welcome.  I also couldn’t help myself, but I made this one of those angsty slow burn fics where it’s like “Okay, so are you going to date or not?” Scorpio’s just such a hard-headed god who doesn’t know how to do feelings. 

–Word Count: 5,550–

“Scorpio!” A friendly voice called from beyond the door of the living room. It was sometime just after lunch and this was becoming a regular occurrence in the house of the gods. You were always so easily excitable when you found something interesting. Your passion knew no bounds and, by all means, you had to share it with your new god friends—for some reason, that especially meant Scorpio.

Though… Scorpio didn’t have to stay on Earth and deal with you. You had gotten rid of his mark of sin so he could return to the Heavens. But part of him was glad that he had the excuse of watching over Dui and Ichthys. Not that he wanted to hear your loud mouth every day… He just wished you’d pick better times to show up—such as any time he wasn’t working.

When the door of the living room burst open, you were beaming at Scorpio so brightly that he could have mistaken you for the sun. Only, as you swiftly approached him and no other god present, he put on a face of displeasure as he snapped, “What the hell are you yelling for?” He sounded aggressive, but the last thing he wanted was for those other idiots to think he was getting all soft for you. 

His vicious attitude didn’t faze you—you were used to this from Scorpio at this point. With a smile, you presented a plate to him. “I made a new snack!” 

Gesturing to the cut up apples, his eyes narrowed before shooting up to glare at you. “What the heck are you showing me? You didn’t make anything. These are those stupid apples.”

You hummed, tilting your head. The last time he ate apples, he seemed to really enjoy them. Or was that just because he was feeling ill at the time? But these weren’t the same. You thought he might like them if you made them different. Now they were in cute bunny shapes! “But I cut them differently this time. I was going to make one of those pretty fruit bouquets, but I still need a little more practice with cutting fruits before I can make them into a beautifully yummy arrangement. So, I took the apples that I had and cut them into cute little rabbit apples for you. These came out better than the first batch I made… But don’t worry about that! I ate the ones that lost their ears.”

Stealing the empty seat between him and an unfamiliar white haired god, you held the plate up for Scorpio as if you were some kind of servant desperate to please their master—this wasn’t an unusual occurrence for you. You just wanted to see Scorpio happy—whether it was being happy with you or being happy for you. It was a personal goal you made for yourself since promising to help the man. 

“Excuse me,” an unfamiliar voice called out—but it wasn’t the white-haired man beside you. On the opposite sofa sat a man with a ponytail. You remembered him coming to visit Scorpio a few times before—this was Zyglavis, the man in charge, and Scorpio’s boss. He had the same rank as Leon… and he was staring at you. “We’re in the middle of work.”

“This is fine,” the man with pink hair said, a laugh escaping. “I didn’t imagine coming to Earth would be this interesting. Besides, you’re not just going to send Scorpio’s girlfriend away when she came all this way with a snack, are you?”

“That’s not my girlfriend!” Scorpio snapped suddenly, his accusatory hand-motion knocked the plate out of my hands. The shattering of glass made the room fall deathly silent. 

You pulled your hands back to you awkwardly, unsure of what to do with yourself since Scorpio quite cruelly rejected you. You wanted to believe that he hadn’t meant to nearly hit you and knock the plate out of your hands, but it shook you up. Not to mention, the shattered plate scared you enough. If it hadn’t shattered, then you might have tried to rectify the situation by collecting the fallen apple slices and taking them to wash in the sink. But… that wasn’t going to happen with all of them just staring silently. 

Quietly, you apologized, “I’m sorry… I came in at a wrong time.” 

“Yep,” the white-haired god beside you finally spoke, mercilessly agreeing with you. “You’re in our way.” Well, wasn’t he pretty straight forward…?

“Sorry for the mess,” you added, just about ready to flee in embarrassment. 

“No mess,” Partheno denied you, snapping his fingers to get rid of the shattered plate and fallen fruits. Though, you could only take this as a sign that they didn’t want you in there for any longer than you needed to be, despite how Partheno added, “See? There’s no need for you to apologize. No harm done.”

Your eyes flickered to Scorpio, but he was stoically staring at the ground. Why wasn’t he saying anything? You couldn’t help but apologize once more, “I’m sorry… I’ll… get out of the way.” 

As soon as you were out of the room, the conversation picked up again. Krioff’s eyebrows remained furrowed as he asked, “What were those things? They didn’t look edible; they looked gross. The skin was still on them.”

Scorpio scoffed, averting his gaze from the floor. “Humans eat weird shit all the time. Doesn’t matter. Let’s get back to work.”

Partheno snickered, hiding his smirk behind his hand as he commented to Dui, “Someone’s getting defensive over his girlfriend.”

“You better cut it out,” Dui warned, not wanting to get into trouble because of Partheno and his big mouth. “You’re just going to piss him off. Besides, (Name)’s nice. I think you really freaked her out.”

Scorpio tuned out his subordinates, recalling how distressed you looked as you fled. He hadn't meant to startle you; he especially hadn't meant to knock a good plate of apple slices out of your hands. 

He wouldn't have brushed you off so harshly if those guys from the Heavens wouldn't have been there. Didn't you know how to read a room? Whatever… He'd just deal with it later. He had work to do.

***

Scorpio was quite the dedicated god, you've always known this about him since you first started working with him. Ever since the first time you met, he always considered you strange, but he never… truly got angry with you like how he seemed to get back when you accidentally interrupted them. 

If anything, you hoped this wouldn't put a rift between the two of you. Your relationship was an odd one, but it was one you cherished. 

Shaking your head, you brushed those negative thoughts out of your mind. What you needed to do was find something to get your mind off of Scorpio for now. In the meantime, you figured you should be getting better acquainted with the Wishes gods who were next to need your help…

“...What do you call a lion wearing a fancy hat?” Leon stared, unresponsive to your question. “A dandy lion!” There was an abundance of silence in the living room. Both gods in the room shared unreadable expressions. You pursed your lips, waiting for something, but seeing as neither he nor Huedhaut were saying anything, you tried again, “Get it? Because you’re a lion zodiac and when you dress nice, you look dandy. And then a dandelion is a kind of flower, so…” You gestured for them to understand you. 

Huedhaut sighed before he asked, “Is there a point to this?” 

You hummed, tapping your chin as you looked Huedhaut up and down. He was pretty logical, so his reaction wasn’t unprecedented. But this made you think of a joke that was sure to make him crack a smile. “Gee, are you sure you’re an Aquarius?”

He faltered, suddenly unsure of what his sign had to do with this. “I’m certain of it…”

“Really?” You lifted your eyebrows questioningly. “Because Aquarius is the water-bearer constellation but you don’t laugh at my jokes. You only seem to be a fan of dry humor.” A grin crept up on your face, waiting for them to understand your new joke. “Get it? Because you’re like water… but you… seem to prefer your dry jokes over mine.” 

After an exceedingly awkward moment of silence, Leon bluntly replied, “Your goldfish jokes aren't entertaining. Did you come here for something?” 

You nodded, averting your gaze from theirs. “Well, I figured since Scorpio’s working more with his department now that his mark of sin is erased, that I could break the ice between us. I'll be helping the Department of Wishes next, right?”

Leon grinned, finally, for the first time since you stepped foot into the living room with your lame attempt at making friends, you said something worth his time. “Then you're finally done being that scorpion’s lapdog,” he commented, his head tilting in interest. “You'll erase my sin first so I can return to the Heavens. But we'll begin our work tomorrow.”

“O- Okay!” You weren't expecting him to so readily agree, but clearly he wanted to leave Earth as soon as possible. You were just excited because you'd gotten a taste of what Punishments was like. To have the opportunity to work beside the Wishes minister was something else entirely. “I can't wait to see what the Department of Wishes is like! Am I just going to need to be nearby while you grant Wishes? Wishes must be soooo different from Punishments. Does this department do its work differently from Punishments?”

You had a billion questions you were rattling on to him without giving him a chance to answer. It tempted him to ignore you until you ran out of questions, but he wasn't like Scorpio. He didn't want you prattling to him all day—about work, no less. If you wanted to ask questions about Wishes, Karno was your guy. Leon barely wanted to deal with work as it was. 

Sighing, he finally snapped, “Goldfish!” That made you fall silent rather quickly as your innocent eyes gazed at him for an explanation to his shout. “Granting Wishes isn't that exciting, calm down. The wishes that come to us are just things that goldfish are too pathetic to work for themselves. They have no shame in asking a higher being to solve their problems for them, so wipe that grin off your face.” You were shocked into silence as he turned away from you. “If you even think about rambling to me while I'm working, I'll shove you with Huedhaut or Teorus.”

The corner of Huedhaut’s lips twitched slightly as he uttered, “How thoughtful…”

Based on how Leon had described the Wishes Department, you were a little less enthused about working with them, but it was fine. As it was a new experience; something was bound to work out.

Only… You’d underestimated the Department of Punishments. As soon as Scorpio caught wind of your plans to join his biggest adversary, he was barging into the living room the next morning with a scowl. 

You were waiting patiently on the sofa for Leon to meet with you so you could help him. Unfortunately, Leon and Scorpio shared matching glares as they looked each other up and down. 

You awkwardly glanced away, trying to ignore the tension that was steadily building. But before you could say anything, Scorpio hissed, “The hell? Aren't you supposed to be taking care of Dui and Ichthys?”

You could tell you were going to be in for it if you said the wrong thing, so you honestly explained, “You guys seemed like you had it under control the other day… I felt like I was just in the way.” 

Scoffing, Scorpio turned away from you, gesturing for you to follow him. Catching onto your lost confusion, he muttered, “You're in the way if I say you're in the way. C’mon. I don't have time for these Wishes idiots.” Your heart stuttered in excitement. Did this mean Scorpio wasn't kicking you out of his department? 

As if catching onto your indecision, Leon mocked, “Fickle goldfish. Make up your mind.” 

As soon as you glanced at Leon, you regretted making eye contact with him when he was just glaring at you. Of course he would be aggravated with you when you agreed to work with him only to end up abandoning them yet again for Scorpio. It didn't help that Leon thought of you as Scorpio’s loyal pet—this was just further proving his point.

But… Still, Scorpio didn't hesitate to take you back with him. That was evidence enough for you that he didn't hate you. Something in your relationship was still there and unchanged. You'd just try harder this time to stay on Scorpio’s good side. 

***

A few weeks later…

You were sitting alongside the reflection pool, gazing strictly at the stone floor as Dui continuously snapped his fingers, handing down various types of Punishments to various types of people. 

You weren't sadistic enough to want to really watch the Gods punishing fellow humans, no matter how much these particular humans deserved it. 

Besides, your mind was more on the movie you'd recently watched. You were sure Dui was at least somewhat interested in what you had to say as he quietly listened to your summary of the plot. “So, you see? The main character is amazing. I don't know how anyone could hate them. I think you'd like that kind of movie. You should come over sometime and we can watch it together.”

You were eager to have Ichthys and Dui as friends. Only… Maybe part of Dui resented you for that. Shadow never had much patience for anyone, especially some annoying human. 

Shadow was irritated with you too quickly and spun around to glare at you. “Shut up,” he hissed. “Either leave or shut. up.” His expression told you he was more than willing to shut you up himself if you didn't heed his implied threat. Pleased at your silence, he muttered, “This is why Scorpio’s always handing you off to someone else. No wonder. You're so freaking annoying.”

Scorpio… thought you were annoying? He never said anything outright; he never denied your company. So, what about your quiet relationship? What were all of those soft hand holds and gentle touches? Was he like that in gratitude for you removing his sin? 

…that made sense. Otherwise, why would he show interest in you at all? He did seem to find it hard to express himself; maybe those touches meant nothing more than a simple “thanks”. It was you with your hopeless crush that thought things were more than they seemed. 

Scorpio could read your mind by touching your hand… It was no question that he knew of your feelings for him. But he never rejected you, nor did he openly share his feelings. How were you supposed to know Scorpio was aggravated with you?

Following a quiet apology, you sat beside Dui silently, keeping your saddened thoughts to yourself. It occurred to you that things might be better if you were completely closed off from people. You could always enjoy things that make you happy in solitude. If you did, then others wouldn't become upset with your positive emotions. But that was fine, right? At least then… your existence wouldn't be a bother to anyone else.

 It wasn't like you had to stop doing what you loved. It was only a matter of keeping your passions to yourself. How hard could that be? If it meant you weren't being a bother to Scorpio, then you were willing to do your best. Even if you were mistaken about the quality of your relationship with him, you weren't going to ruin what was there.

So, you developed the habit of keeping the bare minimum of contact with them, only discussing things that pertained to them like work. From what you could tell, there was no point in opening your mouth if you didn't have something important to say. 

***

Aside from his tedious punishments work… Scorpio was getting impatient. It seemed too abrupt that you stopped showing up randomly to the mansion to show him your latest passion—something he woefully grew to look forward to. You were the only one he knew that could get so excited over seemingly nothing. But you were so happy… Something he wasn’t overly familiar with until you showed up. Your feelings were almost contagious—especially when he made contact with you. You could make the most mundane human creation seem like it was the most ingenious thing that man had ever created. 

But why had you stopped showing up to his room at random hours of the day? This all started shortly after the incident with the apples in the living room, so he had every reason to believe that your lack of spirit was his fault. He took your energy away from you with one simple gesture. 

Not to mention… he wondered how harsh his denial was. How much did it hurt you for him to avidly deny that he wasn’t in a relationship with you—it probably sounded as if the concept of you being his girlfriend repulsed him.

He couldn’t stand this feeling that built up in his chest every second you stubbornly stayed away from him. It really almost felt like you were avoiding him—especially his touches. He wondered what could have been going on in that stupid goldfish brain of yours.

Worried, he connected the mansion’s door to your apartment, wasting no time to get to you. Only… he found you doing exactly what you always liked to do. You didn’t seem bothered by anything, so was he just overthinking the situation? You seemed to enjoy whatever was on your phone just as much as you used to in his presence. Then again… you also seemed like you lacked the energy to be doing anything at all. It was as if you were mindlessly scrolling without any thought at all.

He wasn’t good at reading emotions without touching others, but your eyes looked sad. He wondered how he could tell that…

Unfortunately, he lingered silently for too long, startling you once you finally laid eyes on him in the door of your apartment. Your eyes widened as you stuttered, “I- Ah… Scorpio?” You wanted to ask more, not just say his name. But the words were caught up in your throat. You made a vow to yourself that you wouldn’t bother Scorpio with anything unnecessary. He was clearly only here because he needed something, if his expression was anything to go by. 

He stared at you, observing your curled up form on your sofa with your phone in your hand. The bored look had left your face, but you seemed no more comforted to see him. Where was your usual excitement? Though, he thought that not being thrilled to see him was something understandable—he deserved it since he was the one to scare you away. His expressions were understandably scary as he fiercely apologized, “I’m sorry.” The apology didn’t match his face at all… He clearly didn’t know how to do this sort of thing. 

You only seemed to falter, your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. Scorpio had never apologized before… “Sorry… for what? I- If it has something to do with how Ichthys accidentally knocked me in the head yesterday, I promise I’m fine! You don’t have to apologize for him. I’ll still be able to show up tomorrow.” 

“I don’t want you to show up,” he replied bluntly, making your heart stop for a brief moment. He was a rude god, but this was new. However, the cruel expression didn’t last long as he continued in a softer tone, “Not with that face. Not until you can look at me the same again. I can’t stand seeing that expression. You used to smile and never shut up.” 

You hummed quietly, taking his words with a grain of salt. Was he trying to be considerate or something else? “Sorry… I… don’t really know what to do. I’ve always been like this.” 

“No, you weren’t,” he corrected, now displaying anger at your ignorance. “You were fine before I knocked those things out of your hands. But now… What the hell do you keep making that face for? And you started avoiding everyone. Can’t you just take my apology and get over it? Damn it! I’m trying my frikin best!” 

Your eyes flickered back up to him once more, noting how genuinely upset he looked. Was all this over the rabbit apples? You blinked. “You’re apologizing for knocking the plate of rabbit apples out of my hands?” That happened a while back, you didn’t even have that thought in your mind before he brought it up. That was the last thing you expected him to approach you for. 

Scorpio scoffed, crossing his arms. “That’s what you’re avoiding me for, isn’t it? Are you gonna accept my apology, or what?”

“I… That's not why,” you timidly responded. “I mean, I really wanted you to try them, but… that’s not why I haven’t been seeing you. The other gods have been getting aggravated with me. Dui said you were dumping me on them because you were annoyed with me too. So I thought if I stopped bothering you that you’d be happier. But you’re still upset with me and I don’t know what to do!” Dui said you bothered him with your idle chatter, but it seemed like avoiding him was causing the same problem. What did he even want from you? 

Clear that he was only upsetting you as well, he sighed, looking away. He didn't show up to scold you or anything. He just wanted to know what was keeping you from seeing him. It seemed the solution was much simpler than he had anticipated. “Those brats don’t know what makes me upset. If they had a single clue what got on my nerves, they wouldn’t be so troublesome all the time.” Fixing his eyes on you once more, he added, “But I know there’s more to it than that. You’re being vague. Either let me touch you or tell me how you feel; either way… I want to know what’s on your mind.” 

You stared awkwardly down at the floor. There was a decent amount on your chest, but you weren’t sure where to start or if he even really had the time to be loitering around your little hovel listening to your woes. It didn’t look like he was budging from your home however, and you lightly gestured for him to sit beside you on the sofa. 

Scorpio accepted your silent offer, sitting beside you, almost touching your leg, but not quite close enough. He watched you as you carefully picked out what you wanted to tell him. Whether you told him or touched him, he was going to find out what was bothering you and fix it. 

“I know not everyone likes the same things as me,” you admitted, glancing at him to warily check on his expression now and then. “That’s how life works, everyone likes different stuff. Gods are the same way. But… am I being selfish to want someone to just… be happy that I have things in my life that make me happy?” You couldn’t seem to find that one singular person to be happy for your joys in life, and you so desperately wanted to. You wondered if Scorpio could understand what you were saying. Could he even relate to these feelings? “I… don’t really know how to describe how it feels… But you’d understand it all… even if it was just a feeling. Wouldn’t you?” Turning slightly toward him, you timidly stuck your hand out, wondering if he would accept. 

Your eyes flickered toward him in surprise when his knuckles brushed across your palm, his fingers curling to almost envelop your hand in his larger one. “I know,” he uttered, his eyes staying trained on your connected hands. “Doesn’t everyone have this desire… even slightly?”

Your grip tightened around his hand. He knew. Inhaling, you tried, “I’m happy you like rabbit apples.” He didn’t outright deny them, after all. He loved apples, after all. “I’ll make you more.” You paused, adding, “I’m happy you found a place to exist peacefully in the Heavens. I’m happy you could return home after I got rid of your sin.”

“I’m not,” he abruptly admitted, making you fall silent with a tense stare. Had you upset him again? He was refusing to let go of your hand if he was truly upset with you. “Not having a mark of sin means I don’t need to be on Earth anymore. When you get rid of Ichthys and Dui’s marks then I’ll be in the Heavens again… It’ll be quiet again. I won’t have someone happy for me anymore. I won’t have a loudmouth woman around.” 

Silence filled the space around us as you contemplated his words. Scorpio was always bad at communicating and saying what he meant—especially when such a conversation was about feelings. You couldn’t help but wonder… if this was him lamenting your short time together. If it was all the same, you didn’t want him to leave either. You wanted him to stay with you. You didn’t have someone to be happy for you, but neither did Scorpio. You wanted to be happy for him… You loved him. 

Scorpio physically flinched, but it was too late to back out, you had already decided on what you were going to tell him. “Scorpio, I-” 

“I’m happy with you,” Scorpio interrupted you, making your heart jump to your throat. You weren’t expecting the sudden proclamation, and you weren’t sure what to say in response. Was he really saying what you thought he meant? “You’re so freaking loud, even in that head of yours. It’s not selfish to want a place to belong. You’re weird… You’re always coming to me with the weirdest human things you can find and I don’t freaking understand any of it… but it makes you happy.” He paused. “I’ve never felt that before and I never knew what it was supposed to feel like. But ever since you got rid of my sin I’ve been able to feel everything. I know what being happy is supposed to feel like… and I know what it feels like to be loved.” 

You gaped at him, but the small smile on his face was something that you couldn’t bring yourself to complain about. He knew you loved him through your contact with him, but he wasn’t teasing or tormenting you because you had feelings. But he sounded like he was grateful to experience these things because you got rid of his mark of sin. 

Still, as much as he might have been able to feel your emotions, you weren’t expecting anything in return. So, you replied, “I’m glad I could do that for you. I think everyone deserves to know what it feels like to be loved. In the end… I guess not having you push me away when I was being annoying really captured my heart all on its own. I know you’re a god and you could never return those feelings for an insignificant goldfish like me, but I want you to know that even when you’re back in the Heavens, I’ll always have these feelings.”

He huffed, making you too nervous to bring your gaze to him. However, feeling his opposite hand caressing your hair surprised you. His touch was… soft, just as it had always been. You’d always shared gentle touches and the like, but this time it felt different. 

“I love you,” he admitted, no doubt feeling the way your mind was screaming in excitement at him. A quiet, yet amused, snicker made you try to look at him, but he was quick to keep your head turned from him as he pulled you against his chest, holding you tight. “I like how quirky human things excite you… but I think I like this more. Feeling how happy you get because of me… I always want to feel this. I don’t care if those worthless humans or those other gods don’t understand or accept what makes you happy. The only thing I care about is that you are happy. So, be happy for me, be excited. I don’t want you to close yourself off from me again. I’ll punish anyone who tries to make you feel like shit. Your existence is not a bother and if you ever start to get those ideas in your head again, I’ll have to lock you up in my room and serve me rabbit apples until you realize that your existence is necessary.” 

The beginning of his speech was quite the heartthrob for you, but… the end was kind of making you feel like he was losing his touch. Maybe he wasn’t that great with romance, but he was trying. Still, you couldn’t help but make fun of him, “Are you saying my only use in life is cutting rabbit apples for you?”He flinched, almost pushing out of your arms as he fiercely argued, “That’s not- You stupid woman! That’s not what I was talking about!” Heaving out a sigh, he nuzzled his nose into your hair. “You know exactly what I was saying… Stupid.” Scorpio wavered, his lips barely brushing against your forehead, as if scared of kissing you. “Be as happy as you want, just like you are right now. I want to share this feeling with you, even if it means traveling between Heaven and Earth to do it. So… always be happy for me, and when you can’t, rely on me… because I love you.”