#some of us just get the obsession with frogs or whatever

[factual-flittermouse]

Autistic people are often portrayed as being really genuine and kind and brilliant, but I would like to clarify that some of us are idiots who don’t understand people and just want to vibe with our 53 unfinished projects and maybe a cat

[yanderemommabean]

Yandere Dr. Lee scenario <3

“My love for you is seeping into my bones like cancer. I’m obsessed with your every waking breath. My chest heaves at the idea of you ever leaving me behind to rot like the corpse of an abandoned animal. But you would never. You’re perfect. You’re the balm that soothes my burns and the morphine for when my body breaks. I hope to one day heal your wounds as deeply as you’ve done mine. I’ll start with slitting open your enemies like I used to do frogs in biology.” What? Your head is fuzzy from reading the first paragraph, but you can’t stop yourself. If you never finish reading then it will haunt you, or even hurt you, if this was to be taken seriously. 

“I want you. I’ve wanted you for myself for years. I let you have your social circle because that’s just the little butterfly you are. I know you know how obsessed I can be with you. If not, then, now you know. I’ve been in love with you for years, and every single time you bat those pretty eyes at other men, I want to kill them. I’m not going to make this hurt. This isn’t truly a punishment. I just couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I’m going to make you feel good, over and over and over until you see that I love you, little butterfly.”

You read the letter over and over again. You feel the shaking taking over as the deranged letter trembles in your hands, and your breath feels stuck in your throat. Whatthe fuck was this? Some sick love confession? And from who?! What did it even mean by punishment? You can’t bring yourself to hold onto the paper anymore, tossing it aside as you grasp at your hair. What do you do? Cops are hardly ever helpful with shit like this. Making a report should help, at least a little but- There’s a creaking sound behind you. Your thoughts pause, and your hairs stand on end. It’s an eerie silence as you hold your breath and feel the foreboding feeling behind you. Do you acknowledge it? Do you turn your head and see what made the noise? Or do you simply run away, get in the car and go? What if it’s just nothing? You shake. Deep breaths only do so much, but they’re better than completely flying off the edge. 

It’s fine. You’re just extra paranoid. This is a fucked up prank at the very least, and a crime waiting to happen at worst. You just need to get your bearings, get something to calm down, and take care of it as soon as possible. 

Turning your head reveals nothing. The same old floor, same kitchen and living room. No menacing boogeyman, no scary burglar, just your home. (Is it truly yours if rent is always there? Well, whatever, you need a way to get comfort. Delusions such as owning a home help!) 

Double checking the house isn’t a bad idea. So, you go, checking the cupboards, the cabinets, the pantry, and of course anything that looked like a grown person could be hiding. There’s still that foreboding feeling, but once you finish checking under your bed, and your closet, there’s nothing left to check.  There’s the ruffling of your blanket as you collapse. Deep breath in, slow exhale, again and again, until you feel your nerves settling.

Maybe this will be over by the time you get up in the morning to make a report. Maybe it’s a fucked up prank. You can’t really bring yourself to think past anything other than that. You tiredly drag your hands down your face, sighing out as your thoughts try to become less jumbled.

Your eyes close, and your mind finally starts to go blank. Everythings going to be ok. You’ll be ok.

Then there’s the pinprick burning in your arm, and a gloved hand over your mouth.

“So sorry, dove. I know, I know. Shh shh shh. You did good! you did so so good. Hide and seek with you is adorable! But...You know, just because I wasn’t in one hiding spot the first time, it doesn’t mean I didn’t move! Ah, but I suppose it doesn’t matter.”

There’s a flicker of light as your eyes struggle to stay open, heavy and weighted as your nails try to dig into the arm holding onto you. It’s no use. Your fight is leaving you fast and so is your consciousness, and while your heart is hammering, it’s slowing down considerably as a few tears leave your drooping eyes.

“Wanted a picture to remember this by. Just relax, my butterfly. Just relax. I’ve given you many shots haven’t I? Never did like when my nurses went to do it. Think those count as flirting? I sure do-”

There’s a pouty, disappointed hum as the intruder watches you fade into unconsciousness. “Damn. Worked quicker than I had hoped. Oh well, I need to get you home quick anyway. If I leave too late, people may notice, and it’s not an easy trail to clean.”

(-Mommabean)

[wisteria-lodge]

I don't understand this Draco hasn't done anything absolutely evil but why does Harry consider him as his archnemesis?

Also, the post about Snape, Marauders, and bullying

Does it mean that what Draco does isn't bullying if Harry and the others fight back?

I'd say the difference between a bully and an enemy is the power dynamic. Enemies have roughly the same amount of power, while a bully has significantly more power then the person they're messing with. Bullies also know that they have more power, and kind of relish throwing their weight around. You can still fight back if you have less power, it just probably isn't going to help much.

Draco actually seems pretty aware of the relative power levels of all the people around him. There is a brief window in Book 1 where he DOES have more power than Harry, just because Harry is SO clueless and so new to everything. For a second, Harry is actually intimidated by Draco.

“Oh, you’re going to fight us, are you?” Malfoy sneered. “Unless you get out now,” said Harry, more bravely than he felt, because Crabbe and Goyle were a lot bigger than him or Ron. “But we don’t feel like leaving, do we, boys? We’ve eaten all our food and you still seem to have some.”

(Draco talks like a baby mobster, I can't even....)

There are also bits like -

Harry didn’t have the faintest idea what a bezoar was. He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter.

Here, Draco is communicating that HE belongs in this world, and Harry does not (to a comical extent.) Which Harry IS worried about at the beginning of Book 1, so this time the teasing hits.

However... Draco very quickly loses whatever leverage he has. Harry figures out the world pretty fast, does well at Hogwarts, becomes the youngest Seeker in a century, has all this notoriety as "the Boy Who Lived." Draco *tries* to bully him and... fails.

[Malfoy] had tried to get everyone laughing at how a wide-mouthed tree frog would be replacing Harry as Seeker next. Then he’d realized that nobody found this funny, because they were all so impressed [with Harry]

Draco is trying to use his power to make Harry's life more difficult, only to realize that that he can't. He is flailing around, trying to to be intimidating, trying to tease Harry in a way that will actually upset him, and it's not working:

“I do feel so sorry,” said Draco Malfoy, one Potions class, “for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they’re not wanted at home.” He was looking over at Harry as he spoke. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled.

Swing and a miss. Harry KNOWS the Dursleys don't want him back for Christmas, and is THRILLED about this.

Draco will sometimes tease Harry about his fame, which kind of works. (“'Everyone line up!' Malfoy roared to the crowd. 'Harry Potter’s giving out signed photos! 'No, I’m not,' said Harry angrily, his fists clenching.") BUT, Draco mostly pivots to going after Harry's friends, people with less societal/social power. People Draco CAN bully. So instead of going after Harry directly, we see him mess with Hagrid, Neville, Ron and Hermione. Very good way to get on Harry's bad side.

Harry does seem to have this continuous low-key obsession with Draco though. When nothing else is going on, he snaps back to What Suspicious Thing is Malfoy Doing Now (lets discuss). He goes undercover to spy on Draco during Book 2, in Book 3 he has all kinds of thoughts about what *Draco* might know about Sirius Black, and in Book 6 he gets Kreacher and Dobby to tail him, all while Harry is stalking-Draco-via-Map. Ron & Hermione tell him to tone it down.

It's not hard at all to take this in a Drarry direction, but even if you don't... yeah, I can see why Draco specifically bothers Harry. Draco is a magical only child, with parents who adore and protect him, who are always writing him letters and sending him care packages. Draco is maybe the closest to what Harry's life would have looked like if James and Lily survived. That the one thing Harry wants more than anything, and Draco didn't do anything to earn all this love and good fortune! Draco sucks!

[miniscule-meow]

I’m still obsessing over Charlie & Felix. I reread through their story and the most recent chapters of lil bit drunk Charlie & a cute comic I saw of a similar scenario had me wondering…

Can Felix get drunk? Like, does he purposefully choose not to drink to avoid losing control of his ability? Does his super-powered metabolism make it so he can’t get drunk? (or feel the effects of substances?)

And if he could, what would he be like? If Charlie were there with him while he’s drunk, would she be safe? Would his drunken lack of inhibitions lead him to be a bit more unintentionally honest and affectionate or snuggly with her? (I ask for purely scientific reasons… 🤭)

from @mariposita24 (sideblog)

Sorry this took so long to respond to!! I started writing an answer, and it VERY QUICKLY got away from me and turned into A LOT of words.

This is wildly self-indulgent, and incredibly fluffy.

This would take place a good bit after where we are in the current story.

TLDR; Yes, he can get drunk. He probably doesn't drink all that often, his tolerance is... just okay. Felix would be a lot, but yes, he'd make sure that Charlie stayed safe.

Wordcount: 2.5k

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“Why do you keep going to parties if you hate them?” Felix asks her, leaning against the coffee counter in the library, as she closes for the day.

“I don’t hate them. You’re projecting,” her tone is a little more defensive than the teasing she was going for.  

“Projecting?” he tilts his head slightly, “You don’t think I’d be fun at parties?” He asks, smirking. She levels her gaze in his direction. He chuckles and continues on, “Do you even like anyone that’s going to be there?”

“As a matter of fact, Felix, yes. Some people from my bio lab will be there, and some of the Shroommates will be there.”

“Shroom—” his brow raises questioningly.

“Mushroom club. I’m the treasurer, you know.”

“Oh,” he says with realization, “It’s a nerd thing, not a party.”

“Nerds can party!” She defends. An amused smile finds Felix’s face, “Besides, I know for a fact that you’re reading The Wheel of Time right now, you can say nothing about nerds.”

“Alright,” he raises a hand in surrender. “I’m sure I’ll fit in really well at your nerd party then.”

“So, you’ll go?”

“Just until I get bored," he grins.

---

Fairy lights twinkle overhead, sagging from the ceiling as if hastily taped up there by someone doing their best and balancing on a chair. The wall behind the couch holds a tie-dyed tapestry, the lamp in the corner has one of those color changing bulbs, projecting a wavy pattern across the room. Bodies fill the small space, Felix is surprised to find that by the look of it, this seems to be a real party.

In the kitchen, there are chips and snacks spread out on the counter, next to a large cooler holding a bright red liquid. There is a bucket next to the cooler with a handwritten sign that reads: Jungle Juice. $5 All night.

He tosses a $10 in the bucket and grabs two cups. He scrawls his name and Charlie’s name on them before navigating back to the living room. He finds Charlie chatting with a short girl, thick glasses, bob, frog-themed cardigan. She tells him her name, but he forgets it almost immediately.

He mostly sticks next to Charlie. For all of his teasing, he’s really not used to the party scene. But he loosens up as the night progresses. The music is loud enough that conversation is optional, and the jungle juice is seemingly never ending. Once he’s good and drunk, he’s surprisingly comfortable in the crowd.

“Hey, wait,” someone cuts in eventually, “Is it true? You’re a super, right? Like- a real one?” He turns his gaze to the guy asking.

One look at this guy and Felix knows, not a threat. Mundanes can be fickle sometimes. Like, whatever-his-name-was giving Charlie trouble in the quad the other week. Typically, he wouldn’t bother answering about his ability. It’s usually more entertaining to just let people spin their wheels, come up with theories, but he’s in a good mood right now and feels like playing along. The question has turned several heads, including Charlie’s. She’s gauging his reaction cautiously.

His shoulders relax, his lips stretching into a smug grin. He gives a slow shrug as a languid confidence fills his chest. It’s dangerous energy, as if he’s daring someone to ask more.

This will be fun.

---

Charlie bristles at the shift in the room. It’s familiar, her brothers used to do the same thing. Heads turn this way, as if the room can tell that a show is about to begin. She doesn’t know if she should say something, if she should interrupt him before he builds too much momentum and does something stupid.

She hovers for a second too long, caught between the urdge to intervene and the dread of being brushed off. Wordlessly, she slips off to the kitchen to find another drink.

Felix has gathered quite the crowd out in the living room, so the kitchen is blissfully empty. She leans against the counter, staring at her nickname scrawled in Felix’s handwriting.

Why is this so weird?

Is it the pompous energy he’s adopted?

It’s so different than what she’s used to. When he’s with her he’s… quiet, sarcastic, nice- even though he likes to pretend he’s not. But now he’s… She glances through the doorway to find him, heads taller than the crowd. He’s fixing the fairy lights on the ceiling. Laughing, telling some story about himself. It feels performative, but no one else seems to notice.

She frowns, unable to suppress the- what? The jealousy? That’s stupid. She knows it’s stupid, but still, she can’t shake it.

Is it just the ease of how he filled the space and made it his own that’s unsettled her? How effortless this seems to be for him, when being social like this feels like work to her?

Maybe Felix was right, maybe she does hate parties.

She fills her cup with more of the unnaturally red, and disastrously strong jungle juice, before heading outside for some air. There’s a firepit in the backyard with a few people milling around. It’s easy to find an open camping chair. She sits quietly, staring into the flames and nursing her drink.

Eventually, the door opens, and Felix makes his way over to her, a drink of his own in hand. His movements are loose, and carefree, absolutely intoxicated.

“Thought you ditched me,” he says as he lands heavily in the chair next to hers. She just shakes her head. “Mundanes are so funny sometimes,” he says grinning, carrying on the conversation for the both of them when it becomes apparent that Charlie isn't feeling very chatty. “I literally could have sold tickets. This one girl- look- she wrote her number on my arm, isn’t that crazy?” he holds out his arm, showing her the digits scrawled along his wrist in sharpie. “Then, there was this dude, and he was like ‘I can take you.’ I said, like, ‘I promise you can’t.” Then when- Hey,” he stops himself mid-thought, his brow furrowing, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing," her voice is clipped, unconvincing.

“Are you having fun?” he asks, and she answers with a nod. “Well, can you tell your face that?” When she doesn’t respond, he shrugs, leaning back in the chair and turning his attention to the firepit.

“You’re reminding me of my brothers,” she hears it as it comes out, flinching at how sharp it sounded. But it’s true.

“Okay, ouch.”

“Just- Can’t take them anywhere without them showing off.”

“Ooh. I was showing off, huh?” His playful grin returns.

“By definition, yes,” she deadpans.

“Well, I like attention. Sue me.” He shrugs, absently rubbing at his wrist until the numbers written there are nothing more than an illegible smudge. “What, are you jealous?” He’s teasing, but still, she scrunches her nose.

She is, isn’t she? But not for the reason he might think. She doesn’t want the spotlight, she's over spending her time wishing for an ability to suddenly develop, nothing like that. She just… she wishes she could stop feeling like an outsider. Her head spins with all these unwanted emotions, she takes another long pull from her drink, like that's going to help anything.

“No. It’s fine. You can flaunt your ability however you want to. I guess I’m just… It took me like three months to get you to even talk to me, then you come here and you’re instantly a freaking rockstar."

What is so wrong with me then? She doesn't say it, but she's too drunk to hide how she's feeling, but if she's lucky, Felix will be to drunk to hear what she isn't saying. Still, her words hang in the air and she regrets every one of them.

“I’m sorry," she recovers hastily, "I’m glad you’re having fun, really. I’m sorry that I’m so… me,” she shakes her head, she needs to stop talking.

“I happen to like you quite a bit,” he says, his words are heavy with intoxication, but his tone is entirely genuine. “It’s easy to be entertainment. It’s hard to do all that other stuff with… feelings and consequences. You’re, like, the only person I care about. You know that, right?” Before she can respond, he blurts, “Do you want to come back to my place tonight?”

She opens her mouth, then closes it again when no words come.

“I mean- like, for sleep. Not like- I didn’t mean—” He frowns, pivots hard, “I have snacks.”

“You’re like… so drunk right now, aren’t you.”

“And you’re sober?” he questions with a quirked brow.

“Not even close,” she shakes her head.

“Do you want to get out of here then?”

“I don’t want to ruin your fun.”

“I’m good, I’ve had enough.”

…

One long drunken stroll through town later, they find themselves back at his place.

He had told her he was only going to be out for about five minutes. That, of course, was about twenty minutes ago. She looks outside and is not surprised to find him gigantic, lounging out in the back yard. She makes her way out to him.

His head turns, eyes zeroing in on her, though the focus seems to take a good bit of effort. That, plus the smile that blooms across his face tells her that he might have gone a bit too hard at the party. He rolls over, settling onto his stomach. The earth trembles as he plants his elbows into the ground, lowering himself until his cheek rests against the back of his hand. His eyes dance over her, unguarded, unashamedly taking her in.

“Hey, cutie,” Felix drawls, his voice thick and low. Instantly, warmth shoots through her from her face all the way down to her toes. She freezes where she stands.

His free hand shoots forward, much faster than someone his size should move. An image of a speeding train flashes in her mind, and she has a sudden realization that perhaps going home with a drunk giant wasn’t her brightest idea. But before a collision, he stops in front of her. Slowly, he closes the distance between them with his index finger, brushing the length of her arm, pulling her hand to rest on his fingertip. He lifts his head slightly to observe.

“So little,” he releases a breath that tousles her hair.

She has no idea where this energy is coming from, but it’s making her feel like she could just combust where she stands.

He pulls away from her hand, electing instead to snake his finger around her waist, pulling her into the palm of his hand. She’s left reeling for a moment, before she can collect herself the muscle shifts around her, as if he’s ready to move again.

“Wait! Felix, wait, wait, wait,” she calls, scrambling to right herself. He jolts, freezing suddenly around her. She looks up to find his easy smile melted away. His eyes hold a new intensity in them.

“I’m scaring you?” Weirdly enough, it carries the weight of an accusation.

“You’re so drunk,” she tries to reason.

“You don’t trust me,” his brow furrows. He props himself up on his elbows, staring straight down at her.

“It’s not that—”

“It has to be,” he gives a shake of his head. “You don’t- when I’m like this I-" he stops with a huff, collecting his thoughts and trying again. "This is who I am, Charlie. Sorry if you don’t like that.”

“Felix, don’t be dramatic,” his gaze sharpens into a glare, or rather, a drunken attempt at one. “It’s really not you!” She speaks fast, trying to explain before he takes matters into his own hands here. “I’m just really afraid of heights. Okay? This is fine. I just- I thought you were going to pick me up. That's all.”

He’s quiet for a moment, observing her, measuring her. Then, laughter. A smile pulls across his face, and he flops back down into his arm. Deep, real laughter rumbles through her.

“You’re so strange,” he says through his laughter fit. “You’re not afraid of me, you're afraid of... what? The ground?”

“Pretty much,” she mumbles, leaning back into his hand, pulling her arms around herself.

Eventually, his laughter dies down, and he peels his bleary eyes open. His expression is softer now, finding her in his hand.

“I’d be so careful,” his voice is barely a whisper. “Let me hold you?” The question catches her sideways.

Hold her. Pick her up. She practically squeaks in response.

“Didn’t you say something about how cuddling should be a sober decision?” She manages to find her voice.

“We’re both drunk, so it cancels out.” He flashes a grin, lazy and smug. He is unfairly charming, she knows she has to be bright red right now. “I would do this sober.” She gives him an uncertain look. “I would want to,” he corrects.

“You can barely see straight right now,” she cautions, "you want to..."

“I won’t hurt you,” his thumb pulls in, stroking her side. “I’ll go slow, won’t even stand up.” He looks at her intently, focused. “You can say no.”

She looks at him for a long moment before, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Go for it,” she nods. “Slowly, though… please,” she adds, her certainty waning.  

“Slowly, you got it.”

He takes a breath to steady himself before he moves. He sits up on his knees and lifts her off the ground. To his credit, he keeps his movements slow and steady. Still, she squeezes her eyes shut, clinging to his thumb, as if she could secure herself to his palm in any way. His breath hitches slightly at the contact, and his other hand moves in, cupping around her like a wall. He pulls her to his chest. His warmth radiates around her, the thrum of his heart grounds her. It helps that she can’t see how high she is, and that he’s so solid around her.

“See?” He asks, “You’re safe. I’ve got you, yeah?” His voice resonates through her.

 “Yeah, this… this isn’t so bad,” she says with trembling breath.

Keeping his steady movement, he pulls her away, just a bit. Her breath snags, and she tenses as she’s pulled into the open.

“I just want to look at you,” he whispers. His cheeks are flushed as he takes her in. She can’t imagine how she must look, cupped in his hands, clinging to his thumb, trying to remember how to breathe and more than anything not looking down.

“I probably like. Fuckin’ traumatized you the first time I picked you up, huh? I’m sorry," he mumbles, "I’m glad I didn’t scare you off.”

She nods, “I’m too stubborn.” It's an attempt at humor, but her voice is tight. She's overwhelmed and trying to focus on breathing, but as always, she refuses to yield. She trusts Felix. She's got an iron-clad grip on him, and she refuses to look down, but she trusts him.

“I’ve noticed,” he huffs. “Alright. You're going to cut off the circulation to my thumb if we keep this up. I’m going to lay down." He brings her back close to his chest, even closer than before. She’s pressed gently into the soft fabric of his shirt, he still smells like the bonfire. Gravity seems to shift as he lays back. Once he’s settled, he pulls his hands away, leaving her resting against him. “Is this fine?”

Back on the ground, or- close enough, relief floods through her, she releases a breath.

“I might like this more than I should,” she says relaxing into him, letting herself enjoy the sensation of his heartbeat as it pulses beneath her.

“Yeah. Me too.”

[mountmultimuses]

I gotta say something regarding the new Lilo and Stitch movie and how Disney still isn't getting with the program.

(If you are not fond of Disney, you don't have to read this. I just felt this needs to be said)

After hearing how the new Lilo and Stitch movie absolutely BUTCHERS the original, I now have a newfound appreciation for the original movie, and the series, and Lilo and Stitch as a whole. It is so much better than I remember. The characters were great, the story was great, and the concept was great. So of course someone at Disney said "hey, this thing our company made back in the day is super popular. Let's capitalized on it without understanding why people liked it in the first place, and make something TOTALLY DIFFERENT! I'm sure people won't take it the wrong way in the slightest."

Disney... Just... Just STOP!

I don't know what makes you think your current way of doing things is working, but as someone who LOVES your old stuff, let me tell ya, IT AIN'T WORKING! Whatever formula you're using now, whatever chart your focus groups keep referring to, whatever money-saving techniques you're trying to utilize, just STOP! Let writers and directors do their thing again. Stop relying on numbers, computers, nostalgia, or whatever it is you're doing right now. If you want to have progressive ideals, that's fine, but do it in a way that doesn't feel soulless.

There's a meme out there somewhere that says "Sometimes I think Disney was more inclusive back when it wasn't trying so hard to be." And I hate to say it, but I think that might be true. Lilo and Stitch, the Emperor's New Groove, Brother Bear, The Princess and the Frog, all of these films were great for one reason or another, and this was back before Disney became so obsessed with proving how inclusive and progressive they are (or rather how much they want us to think they are. I'm aware the mouse is extremely flaky in that regard)

What I think needs to happen that Disney needs to tell stories first and worry about ideals and messages second. Let writers and directors take the wheel again, and for the love of God, think less about money and more about art (I know this is asking a lot from them, but still)

Don't get me wrong, there are some great modern Disney stuff out there, like Encanto, Coco, Owl House, most of their new TV shows, etc, but as long as Disney keeps trying to bank on nostalgia, push their squeaky-clean, supposedly progressive image, and put profit before art, then it's safe to say their good stuff will continue to take a backseat to their bad stuff.

Anyway, that's my two-cents on the subject.

[galaxy-with-googly-eyes]

Captain Arthur Hastings is so ADHD coded.

Every episode he has a new hyperfixation, that he has abandoned by the next one. His car is pretty much his only constant interest but even then he plans to participate in a 24 HOUR race without having any experience with racing. We see how easily a new hyperfixation is triggered with Hastings in one episode (don't know exactly which one) when he and Poirot visit some attorney who deals with the stock market and not shortly after Hastings is absolutely obsessed with it. It screams ADHD to me.

In 'The Wasps Nest', when Hastings is currently obsessed with photography, Poiroit even says something along the lines of "his newest tick, I'll give him two weeks" (rough translation from the German synchronisation since the English original is not available anywhere in Germany as far as I know ...). So we have canon proof that Hastings getting new obsessions/hobbies and abandoning them shortly after is indeed happening and not just the writers not showing us how he pursues his interest anymore.

I'd also attribute his naivety/slowness (some people say he's stupid but I won't) to ADHD. I myself and most people I know with ADHD keep getting told that we are naive or gullible. Taking people at face value and generally not assuming ill intent is common in people with ADHD and something we also see in Hastings.

His slowness / him not being really smart is a characteristic that is certainly being amplified by the fact that we constantly see him in comparison to Poirot (I doubt that he would be seen as that stupid if the show was just him and Japp). I'd also say that him not being able to follow Poirot's deduction and reasoning doesn't mean that he is necessarily dumb, just that he is not as intelligent as Poirot and he does have his smart moments. (Also I think he was meant to represent the audience, and we often also have no clue what'S going on) But his less bright moments can also be attributed to ADHD. ADHD causes brain frog , as well as concentration and memory issues ( If I don't write important appointments down on my arm I will forget them no matter how important, but I can tell you everything I've learned about vulcanos when I was 8). He gets distracted easily, fails to pay attention to the 'important aspects' of cases and would rather tell everyone about his newest hyperfixation or work on his car, but he's trying his best. In his areas of expertise (cars, or whatever he is currently obsessed with) he is smart and knows his way around, he's just at loss when it comes to everything else.

I forgot halfway through where I was going with this soooo....

Captain Arthur Hastings OBE has ADHD!

[tgmsunmontue]

Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide 14/?

Maverick is unknowingly surrounded by Transformers. He knows something is up though. Just not quite what it is exactly.

Bradley and Jake, having never met, are embarking on their own journeys and will have to learn to deal with the fact that they've both been adopted by Transformers.

Despite having years more experience, Maverick is no help at all.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN

Happy Birthday @caystar13star!

FOURTEEN

                The entire road trip is uneventful, even if his parents are surprised he’s handed over the plane he’s been obsessed with for over a decade to someone else. Jake is deliberately vague on the details, but has said he is getting expert help. He guesses Maverick counts as expert, even if he hadn’t known he was working on Transformers all these years. But it also explains the fact that he’s leaving again, which is a sort of relief because he doesn’t want to keep answering questions. Or rather avoiding answering questions.

                Of course, his family also side-eye Bradley carefully. It’s not like he has come out and told them he’s anything but straight, doesn’t need to make his home life harder as well as his career. He has no idea how his parents would take it to be honest. He’s never had a girlfriend though, always had his entire being focused on the sky, of joining the Navy. Has always said he didn’t want distractions.

                So, his parents have never asked, and he’s never brought it up. A DADT policy at home just as much as at work. He’s passed Bradley off as a fellow aviator, implied they’ve been friends for a while, glad Bradley had gone along with it. Gladder still that they’re leaving and he’s out from under their scrutiny.

…            …            …

                Jake’s family seem nice, although Jake seems to relax considerably once they’re on the road away from his home and Bradley has some theories but he’s not going to ask. While they might have been thrown together because of the Transformers, and are likely to become close friends, they aren’t there yet and Bradley isn’t stupid enough to throw obstacles in the way of that happening by asking potentially awkward questions.

                “Can we change the music?” Jake asks and Bradley snorts.

                “Nope. Driver’s choice…”

                “But… oh fuck. Seriously?”

                “Yep.”

                “Eighties hits all the way?” Jakes asks with a groan and Bradley laughs, because he’s used to them now. It beats the alternative, and he’s just about to say so when Uptown Girl stops suddenly, and he winces. Prepares for the volume increase and whatever horrible tune Bronco is going to force him to endure. At least Jake will suffer alongside him.

                “Oh god…” he mutters. “Yep. You insulted his music taste and now have to suffer the consequences…” But he’s actually prepared for this eventuality now, reaches behind him for his backpack where he keeps earplugs. The sound of Crazy Frog will be fine for five minutes, but after an hour Bradley would rather get out and walk. Jake seems to enjoying it though, bopping his head and Bradley wonders what Bronco will do now, because it sort of defeats the purpose if Jake likes the terrible music Bronco plays.

                Then the music is changing and it’s clear Bronco is trying to find something that Jake doesn’t like, and Bradley has to force himself not to laugh at what he’s sure is Bronco’s growing frustration in the face of Jake’s equanimity and apparent enjoyment of the wide variety Bronco is now playing. He’s moved from Crazy Frog to some rap, then hip hop and he’s now stuck listening to some opera, which Jake has closed his eyes to, and Bradley can only assume it’s so he can enjoy it more.

                “You really like music huh?”

                “Yeah. Next best thing to flying…”

                “So why did you ask if we could change the music?”

                “Just like mixing it up. I like the 80s stuff, but there’s so much more, right?”

                “Yeah. Bronco definitely has his favorites though.”

                “Fair. Play whatever you want buddy…” Jake says, and he pats the dash in a way that reminds Bradley of his own actions. Bradley sort of expects Bronco to simply shut off then, plunge them into silence with no music at all just to be contrary; but to his mild surprise the music keeps playing and they keep moving toward Fallon.

…            …            …

                Jake hasn’t got a lot of data to make comparisons, but Bronco seems happier in his vehicle state than that of their robot state. Starscream seems to be the opposite, or at least equally happy or settled in either. He wonders if time spent in one or other effects the way they interact with humans. Wonders if Maverick will have any insights, although Jake has his doubts considering he knew about Transformers before he did.

                Instead he’s asking Bradley about his experiences with Bronco, hearing all the funny anecdotes about how Bronco simply won’t let anyone else drive him and the grief it’s caused Bradley. The number of his friends that think his car is possessed or cursed. Jake didn’t go to college so he asks more questions about that, won’t touch the reasons why Bradley went that route with a barge pole, but it’s still interesting. Wonders if he’d have doubled-down with determination if he hadn’t gotten into the USNA.

                Now they’re going through their lists of people they’ve been in squads with, and of course Bradley has been flying a couple of years longer than him, so his list is longer but then he’s dropping Javy’s call sign.

                “You know Javy?”

                “Machado?”

                “Yeah,” Jake confirms. Bradley pulls a face, his eyes rolling and Jake frowns, he’s protective over Javy. “What have you heard?”

                “Natasha waxing lyrical mainly… I haven’t actually met him. Feel like I know plenty though.”

                “Wait… Natasha. You mean Trace?”

                “Yep. One and the same. You know her?”

                “Yeah. Holy shit. Small world.”

                Bradley snorts at that, and Jake supposes they’re in a pretty niche profession, everyone is going to know everyone else. If not personally at least will have heard of them.  But the fact that Bradley has heard about Javy from Trace means that maybe the hopeless crush Javy has isn’t as hopeless as he seems to think.

…            …            …

                They roll into Fallon under the cover of darkness, directed toward the largest hangar furthest from the main collection of buildings and Bradley is so glad that he’s going to have Bronco available to drive him around, hopes their accommodation is on base. The hangar doors slide open, light spilling out and once his eyes adjust he can see Starscream standing to the right, his eyes lit up and staring at them intently. The doors are rolling shut and before they’re even closed Starscream is leaning down, peering at them like he expects them to be damaged in some way. Jake isn’t even out of Bronco before Starscream is pulling him into what looks like a bone crushing hug and Bradley winces in sympathy.

                “Oh, ow, fuck… yeah. Hi buddy… you’ve got the hug thing down huh? Maybe a little, uh, less tight next time. My bones aren’t made of metal. They’ll break if you squeeze too tight…”

                “Oh. Hmm. Humans are… fragile.”

                “Yeah. Pretty breakable.”

                “I will be more careful in the future.”

                “I appreciate it,” Jake says, and he slaps Starscream on the shoulder, except the height difference means he’s reaching up and almost on tiptoes and it looks a bit ridiculous but the matching grins on Jake’s and Starscream’s faces is kind of cute. He gets out, expects Bronco to change, but nothing happens and he pulls a face and shrugs. Come as you are by Nirvana has started playing and Bradley forces himself to keep his expression impassive, even as Jake snorts.

                Admiral Courtney is there, and Bradley’s glad for small mercies that it’s him and not one of the others. He wants to ask where Maverick is, but also doesn’t want to sour the Admiral’s good mood if Mav has done something inadvisable recently. He’d sort of been expecting Mav to be there to greet them, a little surprised he isn’t. Regardless, they’re given packets with information, instructions and new swipe cards. A little part of him feels like a secret agent.

                Then they’re dismissed, let Bronco follow the directions to the base accommodation, and it’s meant for people much higher rank than them, but they’ve obviously thrown things into a slight disarray with their new knowledge of Transformers. There are three bedrooms and Bradley looks at all the open doors. There’s the master of course, with an en suite. While the house is clearly meant for an admiral with a family, it’s what they’ve been given, which is kind of nice. Definitely an improvement on carrier racks and other base accommodation. Now he just has to figure out where they’re going to sleep.

                They’ve only known each other a week, but they’ve spent every night either sharing a bed, or in the same room, Bradley bunking down on an air mattress in Jake’s childhood room while assuring his mom it definitely wasn’t the worse place he’s had to sleep. Or both fallen asleep slumped against each other as Bronco drove them toward Fallon. Despite it only being a week he’s gotten used to Jake being in his space almost constantly.

                “I’ll take the bedroom up there on the left.”

                “Yeah. Okay,” Bradley says, and he guesses that’s that then.

…            …            …

                He’s not sure what time he wakes up, but it’s too quiet, he can hear insects outside. He needs… something. More noise as a bare minimum, or ideally some company. Bradley. Down the hall. He swings his legs out of bed and stumbles down the hall, pushing open the door Bradley hadn’t even bothered to close all the way. He pushes the blankets out of the way so he can slide into the bed.

                “Wha…?” Bradley mumbles, still half asleep and Jake reaches over and just pats his arm, still half asleep himself as he burrows under the blankets.

                “Couldn’t sleep…” Jake whispers, and Bradley simply grunts, mumbles something Jake can’t make out and then seems to immedaiely go back to sleep, his soft deep beathing rhythmic and relaxing. Exactly what he was after and he promptly falls back to sleep himself.

…            …            …

                Pete is pretty sure he’s meant to have the Master bedroom, however he’s not sure he wants it. He sure as hell isn’t waking up Bradley or Seresin, simply closes the door and backs away quietly. It’s not like Ice would be staying here anyway, and the two of them can have the Master if they want it. He’s not going to be saying anything to anyone. Except Ice. He walks down the hall, sees Seresin’s duffle half unpacked and bed mussed up like he’s at least pretended to sleep in it.

                Smart kids. Pete remembers doing the same back when he was trying to throw people off the scent of him and Ice sleeping together. But damn does Bradley move fast.

FIFTEEN

[kromerkisser]

ramble to us about sewingnail pretty please

stretches. ok. you want yuri? heres your yuri ramble

looking back at the fact that kromer hates prosthetics, its a genuine shocker that she'd like coraline of all people, but to me its funny. and also something that can be explored, its a bonus point that coraline is my character so its easier to explore for me and i have more freedom

coraline doesn't exactly seem to like kromer at first, and kromer doesn't like her either, they hate each other mostly. kromers reason is her prosthetic and coralines reason is because kromer is the cause of sinclairs trauma, and she hated that

every time coraline saw kromer she'd get pissy and if kromer came anywhere close she'd start yelling at her immediately, her hatred towards kromer would eventually cause her to be a main interest point for the woman apart from sinclair, whos an interest point simply because of the mirror world thing

i'd think that kromer would often threaten her specifically about her prosthetic for awhile, and it'd just piss coraline off more, but to her its starting to become funny, she also just really likes getting under coralines skin and bothers her whenever possible

and coraline is Not having it she hates the attention shes getting and sometimes she'll turn around and loudly shout "I HAVE A PROSTHETIC!!!!!!!!!!" as if that was going to change anything, but it does sometimes catch kromer off guard and she Does giggle a little bit. to her its like when you touch a frog and suddenly its screaming at you or something

i think that like. overtime they subconsciously start expecting each others presence without even realizing it, like if one is not with the other than the other feels like theres some sort of emptiness that only one can fill, and not even sinclair could fill that emptiness for kromer, and nobody could fill the emptiness for coraline

i also think that either coraline or kromer(contrary to popular belief) would catch feelings first at Some point during their whole schpeal

i think if kromer caught feelings first it'd be extremely obvious especially since i dont even think shes felt the romantic touch of another person ever in her life so she Doesn't know what to do but its funny to watch. also a bit scary since her romantic feelings can intertwine with her obsession with whatever the fuck and other things, it doesn't get Bad but its Extremely Obvious that shes so "I Want You" towards coraline

if coraline caught feelings first i think she'd just get really mad about it and beat herself up mentally over it, she's also obvious but not in the same way as kromer, shes obvious in the way that you can tell shes mentally beating herself up over it and shes like "Why You. What the fuck. You wouldn't love me. Why the fuck I Hate Emotion💙" shes probably had a bit more experience with romance, maybe even had a partner once in her life but never again after that

delving deeper into sewingnail i think that at some point during some sort of standstill of them both having feelings for each other but one is extremely obvious in a "I LOVE YOU" manner and the other is obvious in a "I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU" manner, and when they're alone together it becomes extremely obvious to each other that they're in love. and they recognize that they love each other, but coraline hates it and it gets to a point where she ends up breaking down in front of kromer and flatout asking why she would ever love her of all people because of the fact that she has a prosthetic, kromer shouldn't even love her romantically, she should be hating her forever, but apparently the prosthetic doesn't matter as half as it did before, because its clear that kromer sees more to coraline than just some person with a prosthetic, shes human, shes more human than anyone she's ever seen with a prosthetic (mostly because she never given anyone with one a chance really. dooflet) and shes fallen in love with that, she can't help But to fall in love with it, with her, with coraline

and coraline fell in love with kromer for who she was past the fact that she was an inquisiton leader, one that was supposed to hate prosthetic users like her at that. and she couldn't understand why she did, and she definitely couldn't get herself to understand why kromer loves her, but she does

kicks my feet. of course there'd be a shit ton of ups and downs but im certain that they'd be willing to make it work no matter what it took

though. kromer has brought up "purifying" coraline more than once, and of course thats been shut down plenty of times because coralines like "i Need my arm and i worked the Rest of my childhood and teenhood off alongside my parents just to afford this arm you are Not taking this shit away from me" and kromers like "oh. ok" up until she brings it up again like 5 seconds later(joking about this. sort of)

apart from all the angst and stuff leading up to their relationship i also like to think that they've had a bunch of silly moments and sometimes you'd catch them huddled up together or cuddling before they were even dating, and if you pointed it out either coraline would immediately remove herself from the situation or kromer would say something mean to you

overall they're not only complicated but also silly. there are definitely moments where yelling or fighting was definitely involved and during the battle in c3 there was definitely a shit ton of more angst, especially because they had to kill off kromer and coraline knew that, and kromers dreamer of human wholeness form was, to coraline, a beautiful sight despite the gnarly appearance and the stomach maw and the other grosteque things (fortunately for coraline kromer isn't. gone forever becaue im mentally ill and i commonly like to think that kromer was brought back Somehow)

one of the most baffling yuris of all times and its a yuri between a fanatic batshit inquisition leader and a woman who has a prosthetic and just wants to get by in life

[monkie-princess]

Waterfall of Tears: Chapter I

A little behind the scenes look of what happened after Wukong and Macaque's argument.

A/N: If you’re confused I’d suggest reading “Tales of the Monkey Princess 2”

“You're not in this mess! Everything I did, I was doing it for us!" Wukong gritted his teeth, his hand clenching into a fist.

"I never asked for this! You did it for yourself! You've become like this...obsessive demon!" Macaque roared, the ground shaking from his rage. "I told you going against The Jade Emperor was a bad idea. But- No! Wukong doesn't listen to ANYONE! He just does whatever he wants!"

The dark monkey pulled at his fur, releasing a frustrated shout. "Agh! I don't even know you who are anymore," Macaque's voice cracked, watery eyes gazing into Wukong's. "Because...you sure as hell ain't the same demon I said yes to. You put yourself here, not me."

Macaque clenched his hands into fists, squishing and ruining the peach in the process. He threw the ruined peach aside, walking off. Macaque fell into a shadow portal, leaving Wukong all alone.

"Fine! Leave, See if I care!" Was the last thing Macaque heard.

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Macaque dropped to his knees after portaging himself away from that place and right back to Flower Fruit Mountain. The same place where he and Wukong first met. The same place where he fell in love with him.

And...where he proposed.

Macaque lets out a loud roar and sank to his knees, collapsing in front of the cottage as he curled himself up in a ball. 'Why, why the hell wouldn't he just listen to me!' He thought, growling as he dug his nails into the dirt, hot tears stinging his eyes. His ear twitched hearing the faint sound of soft chirping. He looks to see the resident monkeys surrounding him, wondering what could be wrong with the shadow demon.

He wipes his tears with his sleeve, Hugging the resident monkeys as many of them as he could. "Sorry guys, your king not going to be home for a while." He said.

The mountain monkeys chirped sadly and nuzzled him in comfort. Macaque wasn't quite sure why he's still here. Flowerfruit mountain, it's a place he never really wanted to go back to. Heck, he could leave if he wanted to.

But...for some reason he couldn't.

"Hey, don't worry little guys," Macaque smiled softly, shifting his position as one climbed into his lap. "I'm not going anywhere. Somebody's gotta make sure you all are taken care of."

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—One Year Later—

"And as the venom enters the frog's body, the agonizing and sinking frog asks the scorpion, "Why? Now we'll both drown? And the scorpion replied, "Because this is my nature."

Macaque finished telling a shadow puppet tale of a frog and a scorpion. The lights dimmed from his magical shadow lantern and he tucked it away into his sleeve. The gurgling laughter and tiny clapping can be heard, Macaque looks down to see a toddler with fiery red hair that was held in a pony tail. "So, you enjoyed my little tale of woe, nephew?" Macaque crowed, lifting the baby high into the air.

Red Son squealed in delight, waving his hands and feet. Macaque lightly toss Red Son into the air. He carefully caught him and drew him back to his chest.

"I take it the both of you are having fun?"

Macaque looked to see his old friend, Princess Iron Fan leaning against the wall near the entrance, an amused look on her face.

"Well of course we are, I was just doing a little play for the little one."

"Also, I don't know if that is an appropriate tale to tell to an infant." Princess Iron Fan said.

Macaque simply shrugged his shoulders, "Well it's not like he'll remember it, and besides he loves my shadow theater, isn't that right chubby face?" He cooed, gently poking Red Son on his nose. The baby let out a small laugh grabbed hold of one of his fingers, sucking on them.

"Thank you again for watching him Liu Èr, things are getting tough around here as it is."

He laughed and waved his paw. "Aw it's no big deal, I'm always happy to watch over this little fire star." He smiled softly, Red Son looked up at the shadow demon, reaching out and yanking out his hair.

"Oh dear."

"No, I-I'm okay, I-m fine!" A pained smile appeared on the simian's face, he hands the baby back to Iron Fan. The ex celestial winced at the bald spot. "Ah, Well, there's worse places to leave off. Say goodbye to Macaque, Son."

"Buh buh..." Red Son, already starting to feel sleepy, held up one hand and waved it. Macaque grinned and waved back and transformed into a bird taking off into the air.

Oh man, babysitting is hard work.

Macaque soared through the air in bird form on his back to Flower Fruit Mountain. Once he makes through the main entrance he de-transformed and landed on the ground. He placed his hand on the waterfall entrance, splitting open and goes inside.

He's immediately greeted by the happy chirps of his fellow mountain monkeys. "Good evening ladies." Macaque softly called, the female monkeys chirped happily, nuzzling up against him. Some of the babies climbed up on him like he was a tree and gave him kisses and smooches.

"Okay, okay, knock it off. I'm happy to see you all guys too." Macaque laughed, gently setting them down with his tail as they scurried back to their mothers. He hate to admit it, but he now knows the struggle Sun Wukong had to go through taking care of these little guys.

Hmph, Wukong.

It's been years since he's seen the "great sage equal to heaven" The last time he's heard of him was that he was free from his imprisonment and was traveling with the monk, Tang Sanzang and the other pilgrims to a Journey to the West.

'Journey to the West...that name will never catch on.' He thought.

Macaque shakes his head at the thought. "No, no point in thinking about that." He muttered, a sad frown on his face. He stretched his arms and went inside.

He needs a nice, long rest.

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The next day Macaque woken up early to began his usual chores around the island. Helping the baby monkeys, picking peaches, and just taking care of any areas that needed tending.

"I've heard it said, That people come into our lives, For a reason. Bringing something we must learn..~" Macaque hummed a tune as he plucked the peaches of the tree and placed them in a basket. He gasped as n surprise when one of the small monkeys jump onto his shoulder. "Hey, cmon you guys, I'm doing chores here." He chuckled.

All of a sudden, his ears twitched, hearing the faint sounds of footsteps. "Oh hell no.." There's someone on the mountain. Someone who probably isn't here for peaceful reasons.

Great, just great.

"Who the hell would be dumb enough to break in here." He growled, he closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged, his ears were flared out completely with purple streams of magic surrounding them.

He was very thankful for having very good hearing. He let the unimportant details filter out, only focusing on the unfamiliar voices.

"Where is he..?"

“Maybe he doesn't live here anymore...?"

"We gotta do something..!"

The warrior's eyes snapped open upon hearing the danger. The voices were close, wait a minute...They were heading towards his way. He could see a black shadow creep through the bottom of the mountain.

Macaque then charged towards the danger and tackles the intruder to the ground. He skidded across the ground, his cudgel pressed against their neck.

"Leave this mountain now before I tear you to shreds!" Macaque yelled at the intruder, his eyes glowing purple.

"No, no please don't hurt my beautiful face it's all I have." The intruder pleaded, his sleeves covering his face.

The intruder appeared to be a dragon demon with green scales on their face, has long white hair with two green streaks, green eyes, and round green eyebrows. Their hair is partially kept up in a bun. He noticed there wearing a white hanfu with a gold collar and green belt, with a spring green cloak with a green hoof design at the sleeves.

Macaque squints his eyes, trying to see if he recognizes him. The smell of smoke and dragons made it a dead giveaway. "Wait a minute, I know you. You're that pretty girl that's been traveling with the monk and Wukong." Macaque said.

The white haired stranger chuckled nervously. "Actually I'm a guy but I do get confused for a lady, I mean not that I don't mind because apparently I am strikingly beautiful according to Kui Mul—Gah!!" He pressed his cudgel against the dragon's neck, cutting off his breathing.

"If you don't tell me why the hell you're here, you're going to be plucked. Very...very slowly." He reached out to his face and plucked one of his green scales, causing him to grunt in pain.

One thing the warrior learned about dragons is that their scales may look beautiful at first glance but they're sensitive. One pluck and they start screaming in pain.

"One.." He plucked another, "Two..." And then another. He reached for another scale. "Okay, okay! It's Wukong, that's why I'm here. It's Wukong and he needs your help!" Ao Lie gasped. Macaque scoffs, couldn't believe what his six ears are telling him.

"Oh really?" Macaque pulls away as the green dragon gasps for air, breathing. "Well I'm sorry but whatever mess 'his majesty' got himself into now he can get himself out."

"No wait, you don't understand—"

"No, You don't understand pretty boy. I am done getting myself into his countless messes, I've tried countless times that trying to dethrone the Jade Emperor and going against heaven was going to end bad. But did he ever listen? No!!" He stood and turned away from the dragon kin, a scowl on his face. "So whatever mess the oh-so great sage has gotten into now, tell him he can handle himself."

Ao lie was silent for a moment, dusting the dirt and grass off his robe, and then he spoke. "If that's how you feel, you can tell him that yourself."

Macaque tilted his head in confusion and was about to say something, until he sniffs the air, the scent of something metallic filled his nostrils...

Wait a minute....is that..?

The black demon slowly turned, the dragon kin stepped aside and Macaque gasped at the sight of him. The monk Tripitaka, and his other companions, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing came in carrying an unconscious Sun Wukong....

Covered in blood.

Next: WIP

[moonlit-escape]

★彡 ˙🌱. ¡! Vylad Mystreet headcanons !!

the second character i fell in love with. how cruel it is that he has fuck all going for him. I'll fix that.

korean and white

pansexual (actually this one is just canon) (cole petty ily)

pisces ♓️

doesn't have like a set label for his gender, and is cool with anything people wanna see him as

will try anything once

will put anything in his mouth

can sleep literally anywhere

i think this man might be the most laid-back, flexible person on the planet.

except towards geese because fuck those things

any time he has slept in a park he has made sure there were no geese around because those fuckers have stolen his stuff before and made him watch as they drowned it

listens to the most underground shit you've never heard and it all slaps (i didnt add this kind of stuff to his playlist though bc i wanted it to. make sense.)

also just listens to underrated music in general (includes just underrated songs from super popular bands)

currently holds an award for being the "funniest man on mystreet" and he didn't even have residency there

kind of has random visions about his friends in his sleep, but he just thinks they're normal dreams and that he misses his friends a lot (oh little does he know.)

used to say the most cryptic shit as a kid and freak his brothers out

being friends with vylad as a kid mustve been the weirdest experience. the kid eats glue, dirt, and moss, befriends frogs, crows, and moths, tells you you've suffered immense turmoil in a past life completely sincerely, and then infodumps about the entire history and process of typewriters for some fuckin reason

im 100% sure all three of the boys have autism and they got it from zianna

while he doesn't really want to connect himself to the ro'meave name (mainly bc of garte), he does love his family to death and sends his mom and brothers post cards every once in a while (when he remembers, mostly)

doesn't really reach out to his family any other way and neither do they. which he understands; communication is a two-way street

tries to stay positive and practice a healthy mindset and self-image, even and especially when he feels his insecurities and sense of self-worth creeping in

knows how to fish with nothing but a shoestring and a good fuckin stick

Loves pickin up good fuckin sticks

also cool rocks

he collects cool rocks from all the places he visits and keeps them in an old jewelry box. he keeps special ones he plans on giving to his friends in the top part of it

always making friends with stray dogs, cats, rats, raccoons, and opossums. someone stop him

has a johnny stein hotel transylvania relationship with his backpack (it literally has everything he owns in it)

knows how to fix and alter clothes

he knows how to do a lotta shit, alright. i don't think you'll find a craftier little guy than vylad ro'meave

except when it comes to fixing a water heater or anything to do with pipes or electrical tbh he hasn't lived in a house in a While

i'm obsessed w the idea that zane had spent so much time and effort trying to get gene to notice him meanwhile vylad enters gene's peripherals for 2.5 seconds and gene's like I Want Him.

poor vylad can't get on zane's better side for shit

owns a few skirts and dresses and high-heeled boots because he can wear whatever he wants

goes to ren faires whenever he can honestly. sometimes as a job!

when his hair gets too long he ties it back into a low ponytail or pigtails until he can get it cut again (doesnt really like having long hair)

wears weird and funky socks

he absolutely has a roblox account

likes to pronounce words wrong on purpose sometimes. mostly by putting emphasis on the wrong syllables

ABSOLUTELY adds extra e's to his words when texting bc thatse good showbiz babey!!

the type of kid where his first word was actually just a full coherent sentence

i'm coming to terms with the fact that he is most definitely a furry (not the type to dress up for it though. he just does artwork)

spent so much of his younger years trying so, so hard to achieve an astounding success to get his father to notice him. feeling like he had to "earn" his place as a ro'meave with him. but, it was a good thing he realized fast that that was never going to happen

because he did achieve some incredible things! he was a perfect child prodigy; on his way to dual enrollment by only his first highschool year

but, he realized, one whole summer with his father home, that all that work to be the perfect son, just like his brothers were, was.. really for nothing, when he saw zane completely break down one night after dinner

so, he dropped the course to dual enrollment entirely, asked to be transferred from o'casis to phoenix drop high, and decided to take more time for himself. figuring out who he is and what he likes. which, is sorta just turning out to be "anything, except the things he doesn't"

but, there's a lot out there still. and, while he still feels like he hasn't entirely found his own sense of self-worth, he's going to keep trying new things and discovering all that he can about himself until he feels whole enough to come home

[bythestedeside]

In honour of Venom: The Last Dance, here is a piece I made after the trailer came out and I became (rightly) obsessed with Venom horse. JUST LOOK AT HIMMMMMM

2 pics bc slightly different editing making it look better in one place or the other 🖤 🖤 🖤

A few thoughts about tld below the cut if that's Ur thing:

Last chance for no spoilers but Hiiiiiii if you're here these are in no particular order 😘🥰👄🫦👅🧠

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I LOVE THAT THEY USED DON'T STOP ME NOW BY QUEEN for the first half of this scene I'm fully in love with everything about that

ALLL THE VENOM ANIMALS the fish and the frog in the movie proper and all the ones in the credits I'm obsessedddddddd!!

HOW HAS IT ONLY BEEN A YEAR MOVIE TILE THAT THEY'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER WTF

I love that family in the movie I hope they're okay after all that and I hc that Eddie got/gets a hold of them at some point and tells them he's okay and about Venom --or-- Venom comes back to Eddie via that tube from Mexico and Eddie and Venom get to be part of the family

I'm kinda sad we didn't get Anne and Dan but like I should've expected since they hadn't been talked about in the run up to the movie but I love that Mrs.Chan got to have that sparkling shining moment before shot hit the fan

Did Mrs.Chen give them chocolate or meat or potatoes or whatever his diet is now,I hope so, I don't think Eddie's eaten since, well last movie really unless he gets sustenance from the heads they eat???

All the shoe changes and the way there were only like 3 main outfit changes for Eddie going throughout

I WILL MISS U FOREVER VENOM I HOPE THIS IS REALLY A FOR NOW GOODBYE

I'm ride or die for Martin,Nova Moon,Echo, and Leaf I love y'all I love your VAN IT'S PRETTY beeee my bffls pls can I be the 3rd child

Singing Bowie and Eddie was so embarrassed lol

Leaf giving Eddie chocolate awwww Venom was so happy about it later

Eddie telling Leaf aliens weren't real and Vee supporting him saying that awwwww then having to tell him they're real and Vee introducing himself this is so wholesome

Eddie u looked so pretty in the van with the fireworks reflecting in the window

Martin got the full F Bomb this movie but Eddie has some close calls

I don't fully get the codex stuff tbh I don't know all the lore

Do all these symbiotes have comic equivalents I wanna know y'all's names Ur all coolllllll

I'm ded bc of all the family talk this is how Dylan and Sleeper can still win, I kinda thought that could've maybe happened when that guy was at Eddie's hospital bedside

He went to nyc and saw Lady Liberty FOR VENOM 😭😭😭

Ok that's all can think of for now love u and I loved this movie too byeeeee

[bumblesimagines]

THOUGHTS ON THE LATEST YELLOWJACKETS EPISODE????

LMAO

whew this episode was a fucking ride huh

I definitely wasn't expecting Lottie 'Soft-spoken Prophet' Matthews to axe a man in the back of the head but I can't say I'm super surprised. She's obviously experiencing an episode (end of the prev ep she was hearing things that made her paranoid and confused) and it makes sense that after everything they've been through violence is the number one go-to. It's always been their number one go-to. I don't even think Lottie's fully aware of what she did.

But even then, none of the girls are truly scared of her. Gen and Mari get openly snappy with her even while she's covered in a grown man's blood. They all know, on some level, that Lottie wouldn't hurt them. Not in the way Shauna would. So, it's interesting to me that the adult!yellowjackets treated Lottie like the teen!yellowjackets treated Shauna: at arm's length, secretive, distrustful, snappy. Did they start blaming her for further delaying their rescue? But we hear Shauna openly call for killing Hannah and Kodiak too, yet Van, Misty, and Taissa treat her normally.

To be honest, this episode kinda got me eyeing the shaunalottie ship. I think, as a toxic yuri ship, they would've been interesting. More interesting than Shaunahat/ShaunaxMelissa, in my opinion. Shauna and Lottie were friends, we saw that in the pilot and prior to Lottie's mental illness taking full effect. They cared about each other and Lottie certainly continued caring. I don't really count Lottie's obsession with Shauna's son as something to count toward their ship since I take Lottie's 'save our baby' as more of a 'the baby is the teams and wilderness child therefore one of us'.

I really think there was reallyyyyy good potential for a complex, toxic, back and forth relationship between adult!Shauna and adult!Lottie. The set up was there, the context was there. The writers MAJORLY fumbled killing Lottie off so soon. If they weren't sure what to do with adult!Lottie, why not keep her in the psychiatric clinic? Why not have her amass more followers to satisfy the wilderness or drawing the rest of the survivors to her and slowly reverting them back to their younger selves or even agreeing with Other!Tai's belief in killing others to save Van? I definitely think this mistake is going to cost them.

While we know that Shauna is pretty committed to journaling, I do wonder if she began omitting things after they discovered the frog scientists just in case they got rescued? Jeff's expressions while Callie spoke could go 50/50 for he's either horrified that Callie's opinion of her mother is changing or horrified that there's stuff he didn't know. I think the latter is a far more juicy plot point and could set up for the theory that Jeff will eventually die at the hands of Shauna or Callie. Or maybe he snaps and bloodies his own hands to desperately prove he's fully on Shauna's side.

On the topic of the frog scientists... I kinda like Hannah lmao. Kodiak's okay and uhhh Edwin/Edward/Eddie Boy whatever the fuck was alright too. We hear that Hannah sticks around long enough to befriend Gen and Melissa so I assume she takes up a possible healer/medic role for Melissa's wound? There is a chance she's the pit girl from the pilot but (and I could be looking into things here lmao) that girl had really long hair and seemed much slimmer than Hannah. Then again, if she's around long enough for heavy snow to set in, her hair could grow and she could potentially grow hungry.

Hannah's from the outside world and in the promo the girls overwhelm her with questions. It'd make sense for her to have slowly gotten closer to each girl (apart from maybe Lottie for obvious reasons lmao) and Shauna considered that a big enough threat to find a reason to condemn her. If Shauna is the leader for much longer... She hasn't really done shit so far nor was she taking charge of the chases. I think there'll likely end up being a co-ruling since nobody wants to face Shauna's wrath but she hasn't really proved herself.

VAN. I don't think Van is dying this season or she's at least not dying without a failed sacrifice/Taissa sacrificing herself. Also teen!Van immediately wanting to call her alcoholic mother. OUGH. I will say I found it kinda strange that it was Van over Tai desperately wanting to get home. Van was Lottie's first follower, the one urging others to turn to her.

Imo, it would've made more sense for Taissa to have been the one desiring to go home and Van being on the fence. It just feels like another example of Taissa being reduced to just Van's girlfriend this season. Like, at least give her some agency in the teen timeline. Where's her friendship with Shauna? Where's her desire to be a leader? Where's the Taissa who was willing to break another girl's leg just to secure the team a win? S1 was Taissa's best season. Her character fell flat after that.

Ironically, Lottie's one of my favorite characters but I haven't written much for her simply because A) I fear I might not do her justice and B) her sexuality is still up in the air. Most of the time, unless it's obviously stated, I just assume every character is queer lmao.

We know thus far Van, Taissa, and Melissa are lesbians, Shauna (and definitely Natalie and Jackie) is bisexual. Misty is honestly a character I feel like doesn't actually like men she just likes the normalcy/attention/affection that comes with a relationship and she simply does/mimicks what she sees others do to fit in. Lottie seems queer though I feel like she'd be somewhere in the aro spectrum where she doesn't need or strongly desire a romantic relationship and she'd get intimacy in other ways yes I'm thinking about the libido comment.

ANYWAYS! I'm, as always, very invested in the teen timeline and meh about the adult timeline.

[yall-hate-kids-tourney]

Round 1B: Marcy Wu (Amphibia) vs. Maria Ushiromiya (Umineko: When They Cry)

Propaganda under the cut

Marcy Wu:

She is literally a 13 year old in a codependent relationship with her two childhood best friends and the entire fandom makes her out to be worse than the actual bad guy of the show (who canonically kills children, commits genocide, and invented frog racism) because she made a sub-optimal decision in an emotional state. She was terrified of losing her (only) friends and made a rash decision that had u forseen consequences because who would ACTUALLY believe the „magic box“ she found would actually be magic on an otherwise normal Earth. „She didnt make up for what she did“ SHE LITERALLY WAS STABBED TO DEATH BY SOMEONE SHE TRUSTED WITH A GIANT FLAMIG SWORD AND HAD HER BODY USES AS A PUPPET WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT

Maria Ushiromiya

She's really obsessed with occult and witch stuff and acts inappropriately when her family gets murdered because she was told by the culprit that everyone was going to the Golden Land (a super special witch afterlife where you get whatever you want). She also has meltdowns like any autistic child. Because of this, some Umineko fans say that she deserves to get abused by her mother.

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People really do be saying that this literal nine year old who's been abused and neglected by her mom for her whole life is evil

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Some people in the Umineko fandom have decided that she's annoying because she's a 9 year old with autism. Personally I think she's based. She has a hard life but still tries her hardest to see the goodness in everything. She's kind, even feeling sorry for a wilting flower and hoping it'll get better. She's a very smart young girl who just isn't given the proper love a child needs from their parents to thrive. She deserved SO, SO much better than the cards life dealt her. I mustn't talk too much else I'll get emotional but Maria is peak.Best autistic witch girl.

[yagamisdiary]

can we have some parasite or eldia headcanons on how they acted as kids 😭

omg yes !! i’ll do parasite first and then if u guys also want eldia lmk

parasite yn:

- was the type of kid to dig up worms in the backyard and keep them in her pockets to show ppl randomly for shock factor (i see her doing this with frogs and lizards too)

- used to hide in the kitchen cabinets to see how long it would take for her parents to find her

- once pretended to play dead at the public swimming pool and ppl actually began freaking out

- her dad had a lot of tattoos so she would color them in with markers whenever she was bored

parasite eren

- used to play an insane amount of call of duty

- his mom used to call him a stalker because he used to be everywhere anywhere at anytime and would just stare at ppl in silence (u know what scene i’m referring to)

- he has a total of 26 scars, a majority coming from childhood and forcing himself to learn how to skate

- used to own every skating magazine and wore Thrasher and Golf religiously in middle school

sasha

- was a surprisingly a picky eater for the first few years of her life and would only ever order dinosaur chicken nuggets until one day her dad convinced her to try something else and she never looked back

- used to be called the “jump rope queen” in elementary school and held the record for longest time spent without messing up

- her family are the richest farmers in Paradis and she grew up around a lot of animals. she has a horse, two pigs and several chicken

- used to think bloody mary was real and refused to be in any room with a mirror and the lights out

hitch

- was in beauty pageants at any early age until she got kicked out of one for cheating and sabotaging other girls

- has a childhood dog named lucky which her family recused from getting hit on the street

- preferred moths over butterflies because she was sad they didn’t get as much love

- used to beg her parents for quarters to get stick on tattoos for the machines

connie

- starting wearing cologne at a very early age because he was terrified ppl could smell that he hadn’t showered yet

- was that kid that had permanently orange fingers from too much cheese puffs

- type to smell his clothes on the floor to see if they’re clean or not

- won the talent show three times in a row in elementary for break dancing (it was the same routine every year)

jean

- only child energy of a rich family so he literally gets whatever he wants, doesn’t really know how to save money just asks for more

- tried to learn how to skate with eren once, failed miserably, and never bothered to try again

- cheese stick addict

- once fell off a moving truck and broke his arm

mikasa

- learned how to play piano and violin early on

- won the spelling bee once and never bothered to do it again

- was the kid who constantly asked where babies come from

- type of kid to get a new article of clothing and wear it to death

historia

- was in ballet for several years

- went through a phase where she was obsessed with chewing gum

- used to go shopping with her mom and lie to their dad about it

- had a cat that would sleep with her every night

[red-dyed-sarumane]

list of some of the most on-brand forfy lore i can remember rn

when i was like 5 my parents took me into the city (rare event) & as a big fan on animals i got really excited to see masses of pigeons & me (5) wanted to go hug them so i spread my arms out & ran over to a bunch of them and they all took off together & kicked dirt in my eyes & i fell to my knees crying in the middle of the city. so i have held a grudge against pigeons for like 20 years now. ive also apparently learned nothing from this bc now i live in the city & see pigeons every day & theyre cute & stupid & i will be trying to pick one up if it gets too close to me. i do not expect this to end will. it will not stop me and i will get mad about it

i made up a fake sister for an essay once. wrote a whole thing about how she inspired me in my life but she moved to brazil & i havent heard from her since so im worried for her. the assignment had nothing to do with that it was a task in using a word with two different definitions & making those definitions into a cohesive theme. i got a 91 on it and that was bc i dont proofread and am notably bad at spelling. anyway my sister is name linesus (combination of linda & jesus. she's 51.6% jesus. the bible figure yeah.) shes 11 years older than me and works as a worm farmer in brazil. shes also dead from worm farming accidents. was a trend for several years for several friends & i to say "linesus didnt die for this" whenever something went wrong or was inconvenient

this isnt really a secret so i'll say it but the name akire actually is a nickname a friend & i came up with in a middle school math class bc we were bored & went hey we should just start calling each other by our names but written backwards. and then it just stuck & i still have irls that call me akire to this day. almost as stupid of a name origin as forfy being from me misspelling forklift, my friend intending to make fun of the typo but spelling it even worse, then me trying to make fun of THAT typo & accidentally making it even worse & then going "that sounds like some dumb ass name i'd use for an oc. im gonna use it for me"

had a crush on a guy in class in high school which is nothing except i'm socially inept & decided instead of talking to him to his face i would take inspiration from this site's anonymous mail feature & write little anonymous notes during breaks(boring stuff like have a nice day & what not) & slip them into his locker after lunch when no one was around to see me do it (they let lunch leave before other classes finished). this went on for a while until one of my friends was talking about it bc they heard from his friends that it was happening and i was like oh yeah dont tell anyone thats me & she was like dude he is totally losing his mind over who is doing this. & i immediately stopped. he never found out about it.

at one point started calling my all friends "son" & they started calling me "dad" in response. except the same friend who gave me the akire nickname it evolved into being clacl bc the cl looks like a d.

i've always been obsessed with things i like & would use them for school projects if applicable thats nothing new but it really reached its hight when they asked me for a timeline of life highlights to put in the high school year book & one of the few things i put was getting into shuuen no shiori project

this is just showing off A Skill but like i said i didnt grow up in a city & i also was just encouraged to do whatever as a kid unsupervised so long as it doesnt cause problems so one of my hobbies was getting boots on going into the shallow end of a pond & bare fist catching frogs while theyre in the water. i can still consistently do this. less consistently i can also do it with small turtles, they tend to flee earlier than frogs so its harder to get close enough.

for a science class we had to do a project where we took an existing song and make it about cells. i chose ryo's world is mine feat hatsune miku & made it cell themed & sang it in front of the whole class. i may or may not still have the lyrics doc somewhere on an old laptop

i think my current audience knows this but i kept running into vocaloid producer tokyo marcopolo at vocaloid conventions & he always recognized me after the first time so at the january vomas when i remembered i brought my own stickers with i ended up going back to his booth & giving him a rime lapis sticker as a rime fan solidarity thing.

got the nickname sass for a whole year from an english teacher because at the beginning of the year i had to get a form signed by my parents and she jokingly said it looked a little forged & i just shrugged and said "unfortunate"

i had a doppelgänger phenomenon for several years. genuinely i thought it was a friend known to make things up to keep things interesting until several more trustworthy friends and my own mother told me they encountered it. i was told frequently it was seen at school in the hallways & wouldnt answer when talked to. i was like okay its probably just someone who looks like me until several said they saw it with my locker open grabbing books. i barely knew my combination let alone anyone else. also so many of these happened when i was out of school sick so it wasn't just me having a dissociative episode. my mother's also told me she's heard me or seen me walk into different rooms in my actual house but then i wasnt there. i was either in my own room or at a friends house when it happened. still have no idea what went on there because theres no way all those people, some of whom hated each other, would all get together to make it up

not too long ago a guy tried to pick me up & usually i try to leave those situations as soon as possible bc im just not interested but i hadn't eaten in almost a day so i was like yeah sure i'll go to a cafe with u & i got a drink & some cake out of it and this guy actually ended up being someone super into vocaloid who'd gone to night hike & even did some synth work himself so we talked about vocaloid for about an hour. and then we left the cafe & he immediately asked in no uncertain terms to fuck. & i said no but it remains one of the funniest interactions ive had in my life

i had to make a board game for a class once & i made mine themed around cryptids like mothman & the chubracabra etc & i started crying in class from trying not to laugh bc i was trying to draw a bigfoot silhouette in illustrator (my beloathed) & i accidentally made him super buff

[spuirrelwiththeletterp]

I'm giving you freedom to yap about whatever you like under this ask, go full yap mode >:]

- the "forbidden" frog buddy

ok I was gonna yap about more than just Steve Saga, Rainbow Quest, Twisted Rainbow and a bit of Steve Legends

but I yapped so much, I had to cut out all the other yaps about other stuff cuz they didn't even make up 1/3 of the post lmao

THAT'S HOW MUCH I YAPPED ABOUT MY REAWOKEN OBSESSION

you asked for this buddy👁👁

get comfy cuz there's a LOT of yapping (no seriously)

- I'm going completely off of memory from what I remember about all three of them, so some stuff is probably wrong - I need want to re-watch Steve Saga, Rainbow Quest and Twisted Rainbow - probably gonna start with Rainbow Quest - even though Twisted Rainbow is the shortest out of the three - its got like what? - 30 episodes? - while Rainbow Quest has like over 100 I think?? - and fuck I know how many Steve Saga has lmao - gonna check real quick - OH - so Twisted Rainbow barely has 20 episodes - makes sense with what I remember - Rainbow Quest has almost 300 episodes - and by almost 300, I mean 288 - 296 if you count Rainbow Quest Aftermath (it's just like bonus episodes) - not counting Steve Legends since it's a prequel that takes a LOOOOOOONG time before Rainbow Quest - fyi Steve Legends has 69 episodes - noice - and jesus christ Steve Saga has 550+ episodes - and like probably over 30+ missing episodes from Lucas's end when he was around - yeah I'm going with watching Rainbow Quest first - omg I just remembered the ending - I actually cried back then and I just shed a tear remembering it - now that I think about it - I was there when all three ended - was even there for Steve Saga's second ending - wasn't there for Steve Legends' ending since I wasn't interested - if I remember right - I didn't even know Twisted Rainbow existed for a bit - found out about it when I found a random TikTok edit with the overwhelmed song audio I think - I was like "I don't remember these scenes in Rainbow Quest?? 🤨" - "why is Hypno Steve rainbow???" - "wth is that weird sword Sabre is holding????? it doesn't look like the shadow sword??????" - might look for the TikTok

- ... - so I spent like a whole hour or two searching for that damn edit - THERE'S SO MUCH TWISTED RAINBOW, EQUESTRIA GIRLS AND WHATEVER THAT OTHER SERIES IS I DON'T KNOW ABOUT - LIKE I'M NOT COMPLAINING ABOUT THE TWISTED RAINBOW EDITS BUT HOLY SHIT MAN - WHERE IS IT - OMG NOT THE YEET COUNTER 😭 - found an evil laugh comparison between Twisted Rainbow Rainbow Steve, Sabre, The First Curse and Hypno Steve and holy fuck Hypno, I forgot how loud you are - OMG JUST FOUND A TWISTED RAINBOW SCENE WITH THE SNAP BACK TO REALITY OPH THERE GOES GRAVITY AUDIO AND I'M FUCKING LOSING IT OMFG *POSSESSED NOISES* - holy shit I forgot Cooking with Time Steve was a thing lmao that shit was funny - WHERE'S THIS DAMN EDIT??? - I give up - have this silly RQ Professor Red TikTok instead ig - and this silly TR Shadow Sabre and M edit too - ^ the flag slowly fading in lmao - think I messed up my fyp - not like I'm complaining - also not like I use TikTok much lmao - on the topic of Shadow Sabre - love how all three Shadows are so different from each other lmao - like Rainbow Quest Shadow Sabre is all evil and stuff - Twisted Rainbow Shadow Sabre isn't like actually "evil" and actually tried to stop TR Sabre for a good reason - and Steve Saga Shadow Sabre just has no mind and followed SS Sabre around until he was dealt with - don't remember SS Shadow ever appearing again after that one single episode he appeared in - SS Shadow doesn't even have a voice! - it makes sense he doesn't exactly look like RQ and TR Shadow since Steve Saga isn't connected to either Rainbow Quest nor Twisted Rainbow - Twisted Rainbow is an alternate universe of Rainbow Quest, so those two Shadows looking similar makes sense - still surprising TR Shadow has any color besides black, gray and some red, since he's also a darkness creature - but that might just be the lighting

- I think I just realized when I started to like Assistant Steve - IN THAT ONE EPISODE WHERE HE REFERS TO PROFESSOR RED AS "FATHER" IN BINARY WHILE HE'S BROKEN THAT SHIT BROKE MY HEART NOOOOOOO - also his stupid sassy "you moron" is just funny - he's just so passive aggressive with RQ Sabre and I think everyone in general it's just so silly - FUCK SS Origin Steve - hate his guts - I'm fine with RQ Origin👍 - I think majority of the fans hate SS Origin and like RQ Origin - Nightmare Steve always looked odd to me - he looks like a weird bee lmao - saw someone call him "Wasp Man" on TikTok and yes - he is now Wasp Man - Rainbow Quest Nightmare Steve definitely looks better if I'm remembering right - but he still looks like a weird wasp - and he will never not look like a weird wasp /pos - Void Steve can go fucking die - both Steve Saga and Rainbow Quest Void Steve - wait, both of them did actually die lmao - THEY GOT WHAT THEY FUCKING DESERVED - Galaxy Steve is so my spirit animal - he's so silly - especially Steve Saga Galaxy Steve - Rainbow Quest Galaxy, from what I remember, seems more... - composed?? - aware of his actions and surroundings??? - ^ might just be my brain playing around - like from what I remember - at least I think I remember - RQ Galaxy Steve is not SS Galaxy Steve levels of silly - but RQ Elemental Steve is definitely closer to SS Galaxy's silly levels - which I guess makes a lot of sense - like father, like son, am I right? - though it is a jarring contrast to SS Elemental - who if I'm remembering right - didn't even get a redemption arc like RQ Elemental did - or maybe he did???? - idk I feel like I remember SS Elemental Steve sacrificing himself - but that just might be my brain making shit up - it loves to do that sometimes

- man, I really wanna like - make my own designs of Steve Saga, Rainbow Quest and Twisted Rainbow characters - and then there's like the Rainbow Quest OCs I made in 2021 (< jesus chirst 2021?!?) - definitely gonna redesign them, since my art style has changed quite a bit - AND THERE'S LIKE THE AUS PEOPLE HAVE MADE - LIKE I REALLY WANNA RE-DRAW THE FANART I MADE OF FLOWER POSSESSION RAINBOW! - not because I dislike my old art, but because I just find the idea so cool, even after all these years! - but now that I think about it - Flower Possession Rainbow Steve is literally just that one Sans AU where Flowey takes control of Sans' body or something like that - which I still find pretty cool - gonna have to find the person who made Flower Possession Rainbow - I remember they're somewhere on Instagram - ... - ok hold up - I was looking through my old laptop's art - and I found an art folder for Steve Legends - so I was into Steve Legends?? - guess I just lost interest pretty early on - there's only like - two doodles in the folder lmao - HOLY CRAP I JUST FOUND THE ORIGINAL DESIGNS I HAD FOR STEVE SAGA SABRE, GALAXY, AND RAINBOW STEVE! - WAIT - RAINBOW QUEST SABRE, SHADOW, HYPNO, TIME, ELEMENTAL AND ASSISTANT TOO?!?? - hold up I just found a whole FOLDER of Rainbow Quest designs I made - I'm - I'm in heaven - definitely making a post redesigning these - HOLY SHIT THERE'S THE ORIGINAL STEVE SAGA SABRE DESIGN I WAS REFERING TO!! (< near the bottom where I talk about getting my old laptop back on) - YOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! - I actually like some of these! - RQ Time Steve actually looks so cool for how uncreative I was back then! - jesus christ what happen to RQ Galaxy? 😂 - WHAT THE FUCK DID PAST ME DO TO RQ RAINBOW STEVE?!??? - ORANGE STEVE LOOKS LIKE A DAMN CARROT - AND SS RAINBOW STEVE LOOKS ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD?? - RQ RAINBOW PAST ME DID YOU SO FUCKING DIRTY OMG I’M SO SORRY 😭 - I NEED TO REDESIGN HIM ASAP - ooooooo wait - I actually like how I drew M’s coat - I like Professor Red’s shoes too - they look funky - though they’re a lil too muted - and Assistant Steve's design... - ... - I love it - gonna have to do something with the hair though - a lil too much for a robot lol

ok I’m stopping myself cuz I would never get to posting this if I continue yapping

and I'm not bothering to re-read this for a billionth time to check for spelling errors and tweaks I wanna make

looks like I'm redesigning some old designs 😊

thank you for letting me yap, frog buddy 😘