#this is probably short as hell bUT HOWDY

[rebellenlied]

@reiiishii asked // can you stand? do you need me to help? (hands u noah for gabriel)

recovering after the battle. // accepting.

-

was it over? she thought, breathing labored as she kept herself on her knees, slowly trying to ensure she'd be balanced even then. her face hurt - she didn't remember what happened besides the fact that her face stung like crazy and her vision felt... blurrier than normal.

gabriel's ears ring as she hears muffled voices, one growing near her as noah kneels down.

can you stand? do you need me to help?

the leader of edelweiss isn't sure. she takes one of noah's hands as she slowly guoded herself to stand - wobbling like a newborn calf, sure, but surely it was better than falling back to her knees from exhaustion, right? as best as she can, gabriel tries to give noah a smile despite the fact she'll be gritting her teeth in pain soon.

"i may need the help just in case... thank you, miss gringoire.~" gabriel was failing at putting on a demeanor of 'i'm okay'... but it was better than getting herself killed.

as she waits for the world around her to stop feeling like it was spinning and let herself stabilize, her blood-red eyes scan noah over for her own injuries. "... but will you be alright, though?" she inquires, "if you've gotten your own injuries in that mess... i'd rather not make them worse."

[canary-prince]

"What do I do if my marriage gets dissolved?"

SO, your state is trying to overturn gay marriage, huh? Wish I could say I'm surprised, buuuuuuuut, I'm not. Good-ish news: I'm a medical social worker. I'm semi prepared for this!

If the state you currently reside in outlaws and dissolves your marriage, you are going to need DOCUMENTS. Documents documents DOCUMENTS!!

"What documents, Jay?" Durable Power of Attorney for Healthcare. Durable Power of Attorney for Finances. Living Will. Actual Will. There are probably more but boy howdy these are the BIG ONES. Why? Because these documents are what we in healthcare, those in law enforcement, and those in the court/property law system use to designate your Next Of Kin.

NEXT OF KIN means a lot of things SOCIALLY, but legally? Your next of kin is the person who is LEGALLY RECOGNIZED as having default decision-making power for you. Documents specifying a Decision Maker are often called ADVANCED DIRECTIVES. This means you complete these documents, under your own volition, as set of instructions to be followed if you later become incapacitated.

"What the hell does incapacitated mean?" It means you aren't clinically dead BUT it has been determined that you are unable to safely make your own decisions. Examples of incapacitation include being: unconscious or in a coma; being conscious but permanently mentally unsound due to dementia or a traumatic brain injury; being temporarily mentally incapacitated due to a psychiatric episode.

"What does my decision maker do?" Simply put, they make decisions on your behalf. And actually, if the precious, precious documents are completed correctly and thoroughly, they mostly give voice to your wishes. They are the one (or ones) who decide:

"Burial or cremation?"

"Do you want an autopsy?"

"Who is to be informed of this death and invited to the funerary service?"

OR

"Will you be suspending curative efforts or switching to hospice?"

"Will you be placing [patient] into a care home or keeping them with you?"

"Do you consent to homecare services?"

"Do you accept the current diagnosis or do you wish to hear additional opinions?"

OR

"Do you want to try an organ transplant?"

"Do you want to enroll in a clinical trial?"

"Are we permitted to perform blood transfusions on this patient?"

"Are we permitted to provide this patient with psychiatric interventions?"

OR

"Are we putting this money into a trust or dividing it among family members?"

"Are we selling this house or gifting it to an heir?"

"Are we selling the deceased patient's furniture or donating it?"

"Are we burying this body or giving it to science?"

That is for Durable Powers of Attorney, both healthcare and financial.

"What's a living will, then?" is a detailed list of instructions left regarding care during your period of incapacitation, especially when Death is the expected outcome. Where as a DPOA might specify only a few short things: "No ventilator" or "Don't donate my heart, take everything else" or "No pig valves, not even to save me", a living will can be more elaborate, and doesn't necessarily name a singular decision maker. Many states in the US do not treat living wills as legally binding. But, in the absence of more concrete documents, they can be a valuable guide for family members and key members of your care team. We encourage these often in palliative and end of life care, due to those patients being at risk for extended periods of incapacitation.

If you have MS, Huntingtons, Cerebral Palsy, HiV, Schizophrenia, Bipolar Disorder or a history of psychosis, a family history of Alzheimers and/or Parkinsons and/or Vascular Dementia, I urge you to consider a living will. If you do extreme sports or otherwise frequently risk severe head trauma and/or prolonged oxygen deprivation, I strongly urge you to consider a living will. If you have a history of severe substance abuse and/or suicide attempts, I strongly urge you to consider a living will.

"Ha! No WAY man, I ain't signing away my rights to NOBODY. I'm staying in control 'til the moment I die." Unfortunately, no. You will not. If you are unconscious, you cannot make choices. If you become too psychotic to find your way outside and collapse from dehydration because you think your tap water is poison, they will not let you make your own decisions. If you begin suffering from dementia and believe your are seven years old and still in your hometown, they will not let you make your own decisions. If you are effectively brain-dead but breathing on your own, you cannot make your own decisions.

I have had many patients who thought it worked like this, and I have needed to explain to them that their logic is flawed. Your refusal to acknowledge these laws does not exempt you from them, and if you do not choose an advocate/decision-maker ahead of time and then are determined to need one, The System will simply choose for you.

"If I don't pick somebody, who gets to make decisions about my care?" Your next of kin. Who your next of kin is determined be goes like this:

Do you have a LEGALLY MARRIED SPOUSE? If yes, that is your next of kin. Marriage trumps everything else. Keep in mind, if you are living apart from a person you are not "with" but are still LEGALLY married to, that person is still next of kin. Even you no longer speak to them regularly, they can absolutely seize power over your healthcare and your finances. Even if you are currently legally married to your first choice decision maker, fill it out anyway. They are actively working to strip us of our rights, so dig your heels in.

If there is no spouse, they will seek out any adult children you may have, and assign Next of Kin to the eldest one.

If there are no adult children, they will seek out your parents. Yes, even if you are an out and proud trans lesbian, and they are aggressively cruel MAGA cultists who exclusively refer to you through the use of slurs.

If there are no parents, they will seek out your siblings and give decision making over to the either the oldest one. Or, more often at this point, whoever picks up the phone first. Yes, even if you hate your siblings, they have a much firmer claim over you than your friends or your partner in a world without marriage equality.

If there is NO biological family willing to step up and make choices for you, THEN they will turn to friends and unmarried partners, but, the bio family can sue to reclaim their rights at any time.

"Jay, that's not true!! When I was in the hospital and couldn't speak for myself, I didn't have that filled out and they still knew to call my girlfriend instead of my mom. Doctors understand that families are complicated, they wouldn't do this!"

I have watched this happen. I have watched lovers and friends and "chosen family members" who lived with the patient for years be tossed out like fucking trash in favor of blood relatives the patient despised, all because those same lovers and friends couldn't be bothered to sign two sheets of paper one time. While I am thrilled for those of you who have escaped this sort of nightmare, not everyone will be as astronomically lucky as you were. Doctors are fully capable of picking and choosing their moment when it comes to using "protocol" to hurt you, and the sheer number of institutions meekly showing Trump their belly should make you think twice before trusting a bureaucratic machine to protect your rights out of compassion.

[autisticlalna]

The Visit

WE DID IT, EVERYBODY. WE GOT THE REVEAL FOR VIKING'S UNRELEASED PROJECT.

BOY HOWDY.

okay, so: the video itself. Wanderer (the Viking previously seen in Youtube Hardcore and his non-SBK Skyblock series) teleports into a cherry grove. he walks up to a grave and leaves blue and red flowers there. he watches the sunset, walks away, and then teleports back to wherever he came from. then the video glitches and ends.

Wanderer's Ruby is dead.

god. i'm still reeling from this and i'm not sure where to start. i've got a lot of things to cover and all of them damage me emotionally. holy hell.

Viking's been hinting at doing something with Wanderer for a bit now (and Rubyco confirmed on stream today that they've had this in the works for A While), so we knew something was going on. this got me thinking about Wanderer, and i remembered when Ruby made "is that a Rubyco reference?!" jokes when seeing Wanderer's clock (because, y'know, clock and compass). Wanderer had the clock as part of his design before Viking met Ruby, and therefore before their shared lore was established, but my little angst gremlin brain went "what if it was a Rubyco reference".

so i drew something. ...and Viking commented on it.

and now we have a video of Wanderer visiting Ruby's grave.

BUT, AS ALWAYS, THAT IS ONLY ONE PART OF THE PUZZLE.

because, obviously, the SBK Community Discord catches fire. and when SBKCD catches fire, Viking and Ruby are there to fan the flames.

(as a side note, Avid has mentioned the OSSHA arc is ending soon, and Viking has reacted with in-character confusion when the other Vikings are brought up in the discord.)

first theory: wait, is this Cherruby? the grave's in a cherry grove after all, Cherruby was from somewhere else before crashing into the Kingdoms, and he's mentioned that he misses his family. if Wanderer couldn't find them after the storm, he might assume they're dead when they're still out there--

oh, right. plus we still don't know what's up with Cherruby and hir opinions of Viking-- if ze has a counterpart Viking, then bringing up that she was told to not trust Summertime (or Viking in general, maybe?) is weird. the whole situation is weird. Cherruby what is your deal

...anyway, this means that, yeah, Wanderer's Ruby is probably dead.

second theory: wait, is this how Skyblock happened? after all, isn't it bad if a Ruby or a Viking that's part of a matched pair dies? i mentioned it in my explainer post of the spacetime siblings, but it's been mentioned in Twitch SMP that if they die, things cease to exist:

Sapphire: Hm! Death. The end. If you die, or if I die… Navigator: But you know what the end looks like? Sapphire: …things cease to exist. So. Death isn’t really… the best option.

we now know that Wanderer... had a Ruby, but if ze's dead then either they weren't doing the whole spacetime thing or things did cease to exist. after all, we don't really get a good look at the area besides it being maybe on a hilltop, and the two series Wanderer's been in have been a) post-apocalyptic and b) Skyblock. which is also assumedly sorta post-apocalyptic seeing as it's in the year 9600 and crosses over with Avid Adventures.

somewhere in the middle of that theorycrafting, Ruby said this:

...and we don't know what that means. it was after arya-saphira asking about how the "they're only demigods sometimes" thing worked, but that's still pretty vague. also, uh, this Ruby appears to be kicking enough to be able to leave ominous messages in the discord, so. maybe there's a ghost situation going on?

in short: A.

[crossovers-nobody-asked-for]

Ok Today’s episode Kremy Lecroux in the neighborhood. It’s a little rough but that’s what rough drafts are for.

Kremy Lecroux is an interesting character especially in this crossover. Being disconnected from the Baron would definitely send him into a spiral that would only get worse once he realizes that his powers are fading. On the other hand the neighbors would be easy targets for Kremy’s manipulations because the worse thing they’ve had to deal with, minus the psychological horror, is Howdy’s business practices. Hell Kremy probably came up with several schemes before he realized money doesn’t exist in the neighborhood.

The more he starts manipulating people the more he realizes that those who are involved in his antics believe he’s playing a game rather than actually manipulating them. Kremy tries to get Wally and Julie to become Warlocks? Julie asks to let her lawyer read over the contract and its Eddie in a lawyer outfit saying he misspelled a word so the contract is void. He gets the crew to put on some carnival acts like the good old days so they can rob Howdy? Everyone is genuinely estatic and ask to be involved so he can’t seem to slip away or Howdy gives him the item he was trying to steal because, by Howdy’s rules, he paid for it.

So he’s has no Baron, schemes that fall flat, no alcohol or cigarettes, and his party members are having the time of their lives. What’s left? Trying to get manipulate the rest of the party into thinking that the neighbor hood wasn’t safe but to do that he needed to get involved in puppet shenanigans.

If another member of Carnival Lecroux wasn’t hanging out with a neighbor, Kremy wouldn’t either. There was an exception which was helping Poppy cook and bake for some big event Sally was planning. It was one time but he enjoyed it and despite not talking to her much, some of Poppy anxiety vanished. Then later on when roommates were being assigned, much to Kremy’s surprise, Poppy offered to let him stay with her. He stayed distant but would occasionally help her with baking or just cooking for her. Poppy, despite her anxiety towards him, would be kind to him and genuinely wanted to make him feel at home. Kremy mask starts fades just a bit and not for long. He still does his schemes from time to time but they don’t feel the same. He does become his classic self again eventually don’t worry but that is spoilers :)

In short, im Eleanor Shellstroping Kremy. Im “The Good Place”ing all of Carnival Lecroux.(If you haven’t seen The Good Place, you should. It’s really good.)

[opheliajupiter99]

Snitches Get Stitches

Down in Agwe, Kremy and Gid had just gotten off an especially lucrative gig, leaving with it a sizable chunk of gold. They'd gone to a club to celebrate, and as he always did, Gid had gotten utterly plastered. Of course, being a Genasi, even the most plastered he could be, was still fairly coherent - coherent for Gid, anyways.

Still though, in his stupor, he'd stumbled out of the club and lost track of Kremy, fumbling about near the outskirts, his already blurred vision further hampered by the constant flashing neon of the signs that littered the sprawling city. He wandered about, calling out for Kremy, his calls quickly lost under a rhythmic ocean of jazz.

Before he knew it, he'd stumbled down an oddly empty path. Despite being near the Crawdad Corner, where nobles were usually around every nook and cranny, darting in and out of fancy boutiques, the path was totally clear, all that laid before him being a muddy path and two other paths sprawling outwards from the center, a cracked sign stood tilted in said center, vines crawling around it and obscuring most of the lettering. All the Genasi could make out was 'Be- -ma St-'.

He'd only made it a couple feet down the long path down when he heard steps beside him. Wasn't the path clear a second ago? "Howdy there, Big Red. Whatcha up to this late?" Cooed a sweet voice. He turned, meeting another's gaze. It was an absolutely gorgeous woman, with wide blue eyes and a face decorated with freckles, a bob of curly blonde hair upon her head, and clad in a patchwork dress, with a blue and white checkered apron over top of it, and a fancy lime green necklace around her neck. She gave him the most charming little smile he'd ever seen as she spoke.

Gid's eyes widen; maaaaaybe Kremy could wait a bit. "Daaaaamn. Sure as shit know what I'd -like- to be doin'." He said, giving what he thought was a charming smile, but as drunk as he was it was much more in the direction of leering. She giggled, putting a hand daintily to her mouth as she did so. "Oh, ain't ya as sweet as pie? Ya didn't answer my question though, silly. Whatcha doin' out here?" Gid chuckled, offering a shrug, his eyes darting all over her as he spoke with a faint slur to his words.

"Ah, ya know...just gotta a pretty fancy place down the way, only real badass folk end up there. Lost track of my pal somewhere along the way but, eh, he can wait. So, what's ya name, darlin'?" He said with a smirk. She smirked in return, batting her eyelashes. "Oh, did ya? Well, hope he's real patient." She said with a cutesy giggle. "Name's Mama, sugar, Mama Stitches. Stitch is just fine for short though." He whistled. "Mama indeed..." She gave another giggle.

"Come along now Big Red, I know a real quiet place where we can get nice and acquainted." She said with a wink. Gid nodded with a big dumb grin. She held out her hand to him. "Come on, I'll lead the way." She said, batting her eyelashes once more. Gid extended his arm - but partway through extending it, he froze.

Something felt...off, about this. Maybe it was because he'd started to sober up -just- enough to realize he hadn't seen a single soul even near this path, then suddenly, here was a woman, out of nowhere. Or perhaps something Kremy had told him was lingering in the back of his mind, screaming at him not to take her hand, even if he couldn't remember precisely why. Or perhaps, it was both. Either way, they stood there for a moment, Stitches smile twitching ever so faintly as she awaited his hand. Then finally, he pulled his hand away, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uh...sorry darlin', but I really gotta go find my pal. He'll give me one hell of an earful if I don't dart off fast." He gave an awkward half-grin; it wasn't a lie; shit he could practically already hear the chewing out he'd soon receive when he finally found the Gatorfolk he was supposed to be guarding. But if he hadn't started to get that bad feeling, he'd probably already be screwed - he just didn't quite know in what way at the time.

Stitches pulled her hand away, maintaining her smile, but something about it felt palpably forced now. "Oh, do ya? Why all of a sudden? What, do ya -like- bein' pushed around by some fat cat in his fancy wagons, while ya don't even get a passin' glance?" He opened his mouth to speak but then rose a brow; he was -real- sober now. "Aye, wait, how da fuck ya know that?" She huffed out a chuckle, putting her hand to her hips. "Oh, please darlin', ya big boys are a dime a dozen. I bet if ya left, he'd forget ya by mornin'. He's probably off right now, hirin' some other dumb brute to chase his coat tails!"

He blinked, his brow furrowing as he scowled. "Aye man, first of all, I ain't no dime a dozen! I'm doin' this cause I want to, not cause I'm gettin' pushed around! And second of all, he ain't gonna do that, he's about a hundred damn chances to shake me at this point and he ain't taken one of em!" It was his turn to huff this time, turning around and beginning to head back down from where he'd came.

He walked, and walked...then slowly but surely realized, this was taking a lot longer than he was pretty sure it did before. He continued to walk, expecting to see the bright neon of signs once more, but instead he found himself...back where he started? Same two branching paths at the end, same muddy ground, even the exact same sign tangled in vines. Only difference was the odd woman wasn't around anymore. "What the fuck..." He muttered to himself, looking around. Then, finally, it hit him;

Crossroads...he's at a crossroads! Kremy told him about these spots before; paths with forks in the road that lead to places -far- beyond what a normal path could ever lead a man to. And he quite gravely remembered how rarely those stories ended well. He huffed, stomping forward with determination, trying the left path first, which once more circled him back around - then he tried the right, and circled back yet again. He circled three or more times - or was it four? He felt like he was already losing count, but he stomped his feet, screaming into the abyss in frustration and throwing up his arms, his chains clattering against some fallen branches nearby.

"Ya gonna get bored at some point, ya fuckin' bitch! I ain't takin' no damn deal, so let me go or just get it the fuck over with already!" He shouted, the shout echoing out around him before once again the path fell silent. A sharp, somewhat distorted giggle ran out, before the woman's voice called out, warped, almost as if she was speaking through a worn-down record player. "I can go as long as ya can, darlin'! Besides, everybody's got a price. Ya wouldn't -believe- how many people I've heard start that whole 'I ain't takin' no deal' jazz." She giggled again.

"Now come on, there's gotta be somethin' - what about dear ol' Pa Coal?" Gid's hard expression flickered a bit. "Oho, that's it, ain't it? Oh, Pa Coal..." She hummed, then began to sing jauntily. "Ol' Pa Coal was a merry old soul, and a merry soul was he!" She giggled. "Ya'd do just about anythin' to have him back now, wouldn't ya? Show him the big strong son ya turned out to be, instead of leavin' him way behind with nothin' but the memory of when ya were weak and scrawny and beggin' for ya mama!"

He was quiet for a moment, staring down at the ground. It didn't take him long to huff again though, snorting breath out his nose like a raging bull, his hair burning brighter. "Ain't nothin' good gonna come outta whatever way ya bitch ass'd bring him back! So, ya can take ya deal and shove it right up ya fat ass! I ain't budgin'!" She let out a loud, shrieking cackle, making the trees sway and rattle their tattered leaves. "Alright, darlin'! Suit yaself!" He huffed, preparing to ram full force into the center of the path, towards the sign, hoping maybe that'd do something, before he heard something behind him.

A familiar ominous tune, that made him crack a wide grin. "Oho, ya in trouble now!" He said with a hearty laugh, before two sharp streaks of neon-infused blackness shot out over his head, one sailing past and quickly becoming lost in the endless trees, and the other hitting the sign dead on, the wood exploding outwards into splinters as the stand of the sign spun and fell flat upon the soil. A loud shriek echoed out, so distorted it could barely be recognized as the woman's voice anymore, before the space around seemed to glitch for a moment, before returning to its normal state.

He turned around, a wide grin still plastered to his face as he meant the familiar sight of Kremy, chest heaving as his panic began to slowly die down. Gid rushed over and hugged him tight. "Holy -shit- man, that was fuckin' awesome!" He cheered, Kremy grunting and squirming under his grip. "Never, -ever- do that shit again, ya hear me?" Kremy said, pulling away. "I run all over town lookin' for ya dumbass and I find ya in a fuckin' CROSSROADS?!" He shouted, though no amount of shouting could make the Genasi's grin falter. He laughed heartily once more. "WOO! Come on, let's hit another bar before they all close!" He said, pumping a fist in the air before running off again. Kremy sighed heavily, crossing his arms before following after.

[raedshadowlegends]

Why Lore Olympus and Miraculous Ladybug are the Same Thing but in Different Fonts

Good evening, good day, hello and howdy. I am INCREDIBLY bored and I'm here to go on a nonsensical tangent about two pieces of media that I hate and have dedicated a vast amount of my free time to. This is all in good fun and all of my rudeness is intended to be satirical and/or comical unless indicated otherwise.

Now just to preface, if you know me then you know how much I dislike Miraculous Ladybug. Folks in my circle got to watch as I descended into madness writing a 64k word review on season 5. So I've spent an uncomfortable amount of time dissecting this show.

I have also spent an uncomfortable amount of time engaging with the shitshow that is Lore Olympus. And now my ass is gonna try and compare the two because there's a lot of shit going on here.

None of this is going to matter and it's all in good fun. Like I said, I am bored. And sometimes it's fun to compare stuff you hate.

Now let the insanity ensue. FP spoilers and MLB s5 spoilers below the cut btw.

To get a major difference out of the way, Miraculous Ladybug is a tv show. Lore Olympus is a webcomic.

But mediums aside, these two things still have a lot in common. So for the first comparison, I'd like to talk about the insecurity in both properties.

Insecurity

What I define as insecurity in this context is a piece of media that is too afraid to commit or adhere to a certain tone, story, style, etc. In short-- they don't know what they want to be.

Insecurity in Lore Olympus is a bit more obvious than with Miraculous so I'm gonna rant about that first.

Lore Olympus just straight up does not have a story to tell.

There are too many random ass plots being added and discarded on a whim for it to be a coherent story. A good way to explain it is kinda like this-- In this episode of LO, something cool new and interesting is set up and you have to keep reading to see what happens! And then nothing ever happens. Or it happens because the audience won't let the author forget so there's a half-assed attempt to wrap up that plot point.

LO is so insecure about what it is, it feels the need to add more and more to make it actually something. But what it is is a hollow story that lacks substance. So all of these new random plot points are kinda like bandaid solutions if that makes sense.

There are so many unfinished/under-utilized plot points that if you were to count out each and every one, you'd probably keel over dead before you finished. There's that many.

It's too insecure to commit to any one of them in the grand scheme of things.

I don't know how coherent all of that was so here's a shitty tl;dr

LO doesn't know what it wants to say anymore so it's just adding more shit to keep the reader "invested."

Yeah ok I think that makes more sense. As for Miraculous...

God. I fucking hate Miraculous.

It's insecure as hell and you can smell that shit from ten miles away. It's insecure with it's premise, I think.

If it just kept to the simple "monster-of-the-week" formula, I do not think I would have written so many words on it's fifth season.

Miraculous (apparently) had a grander story to tell beyond the "monster-of-the-week revert back to the status quo each episode."

But we don't see any of that in full swing till season 3, really. Which is a long ass time to get the ball rolling imo.

It's a little jarring to see the show go from the stupid kid status quo adventures to a heavy and emotional story??? And I say heavy and emotional with the most sarcastic tone possible because the only emotion I feel watching this shit is rage.

Despite wanting to make that shift to a serialized type of show, Miraculous was too scared to stray from the successful status quo format.

To explain a bit more I wanna talk about my review of the season.

While it is mostly filled with rude jokes and incomprehensible jargon, I bring up a lot of points in it regarding the state of things.

One of those things being the show's hesitancy to move the story along.

The fifth season was supposed to be a grand final battle and a conclusion to this story arc. But it was too scared to commit to that so there's way more episodes that are nothing but shipping fodder.

There are many episodes that season that just... feel the same. Just with different coats of paint. "Marinette is trying to date Adrien but she's awkward and clumsy and oh no! shenanigans ensue!" We've been doing this for 8 years.

If they want to tell a serialized story then they need to grow some balls and cut the shit we've seen a million times before.

Their insistence to stick to the status quo makes the writing exceptionally weak downright painful to sift through. It was too scared, too insecure, to stray from its formula.

That's a part of the reason why I think the season is paced so bad. There's so little time spent on the interesting parts of the story because they had to cram in as much shipping shit as possible. So by proxy, there was less time to tell a good story.

Both of these stupid ass properties don't know what they want to be. There are too many things being added and not enough balls to commit to any of them.

Now with both LO and MLB, we can all agree that the writing is pretty shit. Nothing new there. But shitty writing often bleeds into the characters and making them shitty by exposure. Almost like a spill of toxic waste, infecting anything near it and turning into a rotten pile of sludge and chemicals.

So yeah, the characters are ass as well. But I only wanna complain about the female leads for both of these things.

But just to mention Adrien and Hades, they are pretty similar. I won't go into detail but the short of it is, "Character with deep seated issues that could have been interesting, has a lot of potential, but is just kinda garbage in the end."

At least Adrien Agreste isn't monetizing death and has a bunch of shades in his basement doing his work.

Persephone and Marinette

So I always say that I don't like using the term 'Mary Sue' to describe a character. But as it turns out, I use that term a lot. So I'm not gonna lie about that anymore.

These two characters are Mary Sues.

Persephone first

Oh my god I hate Persephone a lot. She just ticks every box on my list of 'THINGS I HATE IN A CHARACTER.'

Which is funny because her character had a lot of promise and heart in the beginning.

I related to her a LOT when I picked up this comic before my frontal cortex developed. I related with her character and her struggles. Especially after the Apollo incident. That really stuck out to me. It was so powerful.

But all of those tiny things I liked about her character were stripped away. Her ambition to study in school? Poof, gone. Her charm? Not charming anymore. That kindness everyone in the story gushes about? I don't even think it was there in the first place.

Truth be told, I do need to reread this comic because the beginning is fuzzy as fuck in my walnut-sized brain. But I can tell you for certain that the way she was in the beginning is not who she is now.

And this isn't the case of a character going through an arc and developing and changing. She's just getting worse and the narrative treats it as a GOOD THING.

"Oh yeah, Persephone trashed Leuce's apartment instead of talking to her husband like an adult. She threatened to kill this nymph but you're supposed to find that endearing." Like, what??? I will not have a story try and get me to believe this is a good thing.

If this were a good story, Persephone's actions in that episode WOULDN'T BE REWARDED. But she's rewarded with sex for being a fucking psychopath towards a random nymph. Wow.

And that leads into my next point-- she can never be in the wrong ever.

AOW? Retconned, not her fault. It wasn't her fault she killed all those people. It's actually Eris' fault because she gave her wrath.

Trashing Leuce's apartment? She was in the right for that, apparently.

Killing people in a famine during the 10 year banishment? That's never explored, we just know she killed people, burned a library or something, and probably shot the president too. But it's fine, she's the good guy.

And most recently (and potentially the most frustrating);

Persephone causes winter.

Not her mother, Demeter, no fuck the myths. Persephone is the one who caused winter actually. AND SHE DID IT ON ACCIDENT SO TECHNICALLY IT IS NOT HER FAULT CAUSE SHE DIDNT MEAN TOOOO UWU She also probably killed a million flower nymphs in that snap freeze but its ok it doesn't matter.

WHAT?

WHAT THE FUCK? CMON NOW.

She's not going to receive any consequences for anything because she is just too perfect.

She's smarter than Athena, prettier than Aphrodite, better than her mother in every way, all the boys want her, she has a perfect body, she's pink, her eyes go red when she's angy, she has the most power of everyone in the world, she's a super rare fertility goddess, she has all the gifts, all the blessings, and none of the development.

It almost feels like a wattpad fanfic.

"My mom doesn't like me so she sold me to one direction and then I became queen of the underworld."

Yeah, I don't like her.

And the same can be applied to Marinette!

A character who is so blatantly perfect, the narrative fucking BENDS TO HER WILL.

She's a creepy ass stalker and has done some weird ass things to get close to this random famous white boy and it's all excused.

It's literally excused.

There is a rule about character backstories. They are supposed to provide an explanation for a character's behavior, not an excuse for it.

In season 5, episode 14 - Derision, we see a bit of Marinette backstory. Some stupid bullshit happens and Marinette essentially says she isn't going to say 'I love you' to anyone unless she knows literally everything about them.

She says a lot in that stupid ass scene but it's basically just saying that all of her stalking and creepy behavior is justified. Which it is not.

Marinette can do no wrong. The narrative won't allow it.

She's perfect in every way. And even when SHE is in the wrong, characters somehow find a way to apologize to her. Either that or she turns a situation about someone else into one about her self.

She's just the perfect character who ends up saving the world.

Fuck having Chat Noir face against his dad in the finale, Marinette has to girlboss all over the place and save the day but then actually lose because the "plot" demands it.

Oh yeah and she's probably never going to tell Adrien that his abusive dad was the villain they had been fighting for months. Do you think that's a good choice? I'll give you a hint; it is not.

It makes Marinette look like a HORRIBLE character but it's painted in a way that makes the viewer believe this is the right decision.

I don't think I need to get into specifics as to why that is wrong and disgusting.

If I had to make a prediction for this show going forward, she isn't going to tell him. It's going to be forgotten and she's going to be painted as the hero.

No flaws, no accountability, nothing.

Garbage character. Fucking hate it.

Both of these characters will never see consequences for their actions. Their bad actions are either excused or retconned out of existence. And that's not how you write a character btw. If you want them to be real, give them consequences. The world should not revolve around them. They should have flaws and issues that should be explored. But apparently that's too much work.

It's funny how both of these properties claim to be about feminism and somehow completely miss what feminism is

Miraculous thinks that feminism means "Girl power! Girls are better than guys in every way!" And Lore Olympus makes no attempt to be feminist at all. Women hate other women, and they don't get a lot of opportunities to explore and express themselves.

I could get into the whole purity culture shtick but that's a shitty rant for another day.

I've been ranting about this for a while and I got the big ones out of the way, methinks. I do want to get into the creators of both of these things but that is also a rant for another day.

Cause if I got into that now, we'd be here a while.

So let me just make a final comparison and wrap things up here. I don't think any of this makes a lot of sense but I hate both things and I'm passionate about it so I'm gonna keep rambling.

Miraculous Ladybug and Lore Olympus never attempt to grow as stories. They are both scared to try new things and to stick with it. Most of the time this results in rushed writing and horribly done characters.

It's so clear that both of these things are desperate to be something great but they just can't put in the work to get there.

Honestly, they both feel like the product of a team of yes-men. Bad decisions and errors slip by WAY too often and it's kind of embarrassing.

These are popular pieces of media and they have the resources to be great but they just aren't.

They're both too insecure to make something of themselves.

It's honestly really sad and I don't want this for either of these things. I want LO to be stunning and retell the myth of Persephone with the respect it deserves. I want MLB to be a serialized show with focus on the lore. Sure it can start as episodic but it can ease us into a deeper story and intrigue the viewer. But I want it to flesh out the world and be an entertaining experience.

It's sad but it's the way it is.

Who knows, maybe MLB season 6 will be good. And maybe LO will have a 4th season and it'll fix all the problems it has.

I dunno.

Thanks for reading this incoherent nonsense.

[airedelalmena]

God I loathe men's summer clothing.

I wouldn't feel comfortable wearing women's, either, or like the way it looked on me, so that's not an option. But it's so beautiful. Always going to be bitter about this lol. All those hats and fun sundresses and different cuts of tops and shorts and one-pieces... The light "wraps"/cardigan sorts of things. Even the most boyish women's summer wear gives Katharine Hepburn elegance IMO.

But men's summer "fashion" just encapsulates everything that sucks about men's clothing, all in one. There's almost no way to make it look good. Shorts are ass. Most t shirts thrown on top of it just feel little-boyish. Tank tops feel like underwear, which they used to be and IMO still are. (Hell, t shirts ALSO used to be underwear, worn under a long sleeved shirt, which is why it was subversive when people started to wear them as anything else.) Last option is better than anything else though. Loose button down t shirt sort of things dress it up.

I would not wear it with a shoe I would not wear it howdy-do I would not wear it up or down I would not wear it in the town

I would not wear it anywhere I would just pull out my own hair

I would not wear it it's a sham I would not wear it Sam I am!!

(takes a bow) (vomits on own shoes)

Going to have to dig for ideas of the way it was done pre idk...pre-1940s? and in different countries pre-westernization (that had hot weather and accommodated for it, so, not long leg coverings)

Some moderate version of hippie-ass "harem pants" (not huge MC Hammer pants in other words), and anything that's in non-dressy, non-crisp linen looking fabrics, will probably work. But then you risk looking like a Yoga Fixes Everything sort of prick lol. I guess relying on the personality not being that way and people picking up on that.

All advice to make it more fashionable just suggests you dress like Richie Rich on a fucking yacht.

Then there's not damaging your skin. Which I care about for health, and yeah to be vain, anti aging. Sun hats (or worse, bucket hats or absolute worst of all, ballcaps) make you look like a tourist in your own city. Also another thing that women benefit so greatly from...summer hats for women look AMAZING, especially pairing it with a sundress. Still trying to figure out a masculine option...I've seen panama hats suggested, though that feels tourist ish still.

HATE the preppiness of white clothing. Khaki/beige even worse. And again the tourist vibes of putting it all together. Black is the hottest, temperature-wise, and having to part with it for summer... this_kills_the_man.jpg. Wearing a version in black really destroys any ultra preppy vibes when it comes to summer wear...I basically look like the Addams Family weirdo that I am with that. I break the rule whenever it's not literally just too sweltering.

I did it the summer before last and will probably do it again...those scarf-weight full-length beach-wrap sort of things that are basically kimono-like and can almost pass as a dress or semi-formalwear. I was closeted for that, but honestly I'll probably do it again in a genderfuck way and say to hell with it and what it does to passability. Idc. I like the look too much. But it's only possible sometimes to handle the dysphoria of actually physically wearing it. Even just in my own room. So. Balance.

Still always going to miss big floppy sun hats...and the way that they don't read as tourist immediately

Eventually going to just do a day or two here and there of full on womenswear, drag, for a summer look, i imagine. but concealing certain things would not be so easy by then so who knows.

Idk. I've sucked it up and dealt with hating the way that I look every summer for easily the past ten years. Function over happiness. That plus surviving my health conditions during the heat. I am so ready to do something more than just look and feel barely-tolerable this year. It's not even funny.

[redux-iterum]

Dullard Read the Winglets

To be clear, this is a reaction to Prisoners, Assassin, and Deserter. Ramblings under the cut.

So that shit was fun!

I completely forgot just how much personality all of the characters have. Maybe it's just because I'm hungover from Erin Hunter experiences, but the fact that I can read a letter from a specific dragon and go "yeah, another character would never have spoken like this" makes me absurdly happy. Just seeing them all establish themselves, speak differently, think differently, it's all great. Thank god this series won the poll. I can keep my sanity.

Prisoners was probably the most entertaining for me, just because of the character we were following. Her narration and opinions about herself and the people around her were delightful. I just love how much of an asshole she is. It's written in the right way for a younger reader to get her personality without being so simplified that I can't enjoy it. Curious to see where it goes.

Assassin... well, Lynx had informed me last year about the controversy concerning Deathbringer's age gap with Glory, and now I see the issue for myself. I can understand it being a mistake on the writer's part, but. Boy howdy. That is a hell of a mistake to make, especially with a couple with that level of chemistry. It's unfortunate.

That aside, Deathbringer is probably my favorite character in this series, so it was nice to see from his perspective and learn more about him. He felt consistent while still developing, even in this short span of time we were given. I hope he shows up in this second arc. No spoilers from the rest of you if he does.

Deserter was the final one, and I'll be honest, I forgot so much about the Sand Kingdom section of the first arc. I didn't even remember Six-Claws or his relevance. Turns out he's a swell fella.

I will say that it's very nice to see more of the three sisters, even if their relevance has passed. I always struggled to remember which name was the brain or brawn or beauty, and frankly I still can't recall. But seeing them interacting with each other and other dragons is fun. Burn in particular makes for an excellent villain in this winglet. You get a great feel for her character from the few scenes she's in, which is mostly "fucking deranged as shit".

I've forgotten a lot of the first arc, it seems, so I might go through the comics as a refresher. I'm not sure how I'll feel about seeing dragons sit and pose like humans, though. At least I'll be able to make fun of the art, so Lynx suggests.

[bizlybebo]

Howdy hey! I’m curious if you have any drawings of Hamartia!Mark or character descriptions of how he dresses and looks and etc. same with hamartia!dakota tho I’ve found one drawing of him you’ve done which will work ^^. (For no reason ofc ofc-)

YESSS HIII !!! HAMARTIA MENTION HIII … OKOK SO

mark… i’m horrible at drawing him im not sure why, ive tried many times.. 💔💔 but !! he’s honestly not too far off from canon mark.. just around twenty years older (idk his actual age in canon, but at the time of hamartia he’s 52, and in the ashe flashbacks he’s 32). he’s prolly got a decent beard going on, but i think he at least sometimes cuts it so it’s not long enough to get in the way of bandages/masks etc. . i’ve recently taken to imagining him with a ponytail and since it’s my au, he now has one if you want <3

for clothes… i imagine him honestly dressing vaguely similar to the way that joel miller from tlou does… his signature fit is probably just a plain white shirt under his green coat, and either khaki cargo pants or the most worn out jeans you’ve ever seen. this guy is horrible at taking care of himself, too ,so all his clothes r kinda fucked up. he’s maybe bought new clothes twice (outside of repairs/replacement) since the whole End Of The World thing.

and DAKOTAA!!! i actually recently tried to draw his design, since it changes slightly between acts 1 and 3, but i hated the way his face turned out. however !!! here’s what i drew of his act 1 design, minus his face </3

^ if you can’t read the notes, on the left side they say:

- longer hair than canon, doesnt rlly cut it

- friendship necklace (this isn’t relevant or even brought up really but it’s important 2 me) ^_^

- he lives in this flannel. #crust

- kat’s (katori’s) headphones

- got shoes from overlord’s people before leaving NH (new haven)

and on the right side they say:

- generally scrawnier than c!dakota on account of living in Hell World

- scary ass hazel eyes after the procedure (his eyes glow slightly in the dark ! yay !)

- also just says that he’s 5’5. honestly his height is whatever, just know that he’s generally pretty short.

OH YEAH !!! ALSO THE POWER SUPPRESSOR!!! THATS A THING… LITERALLY A MAJOR PLOT POINT FHENBRHE.. it gets described in ch12 if i remember right.

during act 3, there’s not a … whole lot of changes, but ! i do plan on making a point of the fact that he changes out the red flannel for a more oversized green one after chapters 14-15, since it’s what’s left after You Know What. also… i’m a big fan of on-the-nose color symbolism .

HEHEHE THANK YOU FOR THE ASKK!!! I LOVE TALKING ABT HAMARTIA YAYAYAY… SORRY THIS IS SUCH A LONG ANSWER… the tldr is that mark is older + crustier and dakota’s just a little rougher round the edges

[ase-trollplays]

Points For Trying

==> Thiomi: Finish the last of your commissions

You wish. You still have three illustrations and two short stories to do. You're making great progress, though. You're also back in your hive for the first time since the business with Joclyn and the kidnapping. Mousemom is by your side watching you work and to help you feel a little less anxious.

You pull up trollian on your husktop and frown. Corali is still offline. She said she would check on you at some point tonight, but you haven't heard anything from her. You could always call her. It's not like she's busy nowanights after what happened with her job. However, you feel like you're always the one reaching out. You shouldn't have to chase h--

--resilientRust [RR] began trolling chronicallyMousey [CM]--

RR: Howdy, Miss Ma'am. How's your night going? You feeling okay being in your hive?

RR: Sorry for taking so long. I got into a little scuffle while I was out.

You breathe a sigh of relief and feel a little guilty for doubting her. You're concerned about her getting into a fight, though. She's supposed to be keeping a low profile while her case is still ongoing and she could be caught.

CM: ...its okay... ...im just glad to hear from you...

CM: ...are you okay?... ...are you at the hospital still?...

RR: Nah, I'm at my hiveblock. I just went to a local clinic and got a few stitches on the back of my head. Got the other troll fixed up, too.

CM: ...you helped the person you fought?... ...thats really thoughtful and considerate...

RR: Thanks. The fucker didn't make it easy. I had to beat him and taze him unconscious or he would've ran off.

CM: ...YOU DID WHAT!!!...

What the hell. What the hell!!? WHAT THE HELL--

RR: It ain't as bad as it sounds! I couldn't let him just fuck off!

RR: His eye was busted like a grape. If I let him go, it would've probably killed him eventually.

RR: I was doing him a favor, believe me.

CM: ...oh my god...

CM: ...corali... you cant do that!... ...if s-someone doesnt want to be helped... just let them go!... ...what happens afterwards isnt your fault or your business!...

That's real rich coming from you who compulsively sticks your neck out for anyone and everyone who seems like they need help or someone in their corner. You're getting a lot better at not doing that anymore at your therapist's and your friends' behest, though.

RR: I just wanted to get him more help since the fight didn't help as much as I thought it would.

CM: ...what do you mean?...

RR: He's a lot like I was. I could see it when I talked to him and really looked at him. He's a strong kickass survivor of a troll who lost his spark.

RR: Seeing as I know what it's like when the fire inside you gets blown out, I wanted to try and relight it.

CM: ...s-so... the fight was your idea... and you destroyed his eye on the process... then beat him up even more and tazed him until he lost consciousness s-so you could get him medical help...

You're going to rip your hair out. You're going to facepalm so hard it leaves a bruise. You're going to completely lose your entire mind. This is a level of ridiculousness you can't put into proper words. You swear you can feel your hair graying.

RR: In my defense, his eye was already fucked something fierce. A strong breeze would've popped it.

CM: ...that doesnt make it better!... ...did you at least pay for him?...

RR: Of course I did. I'm not that big of an asshole.

RR: I planned on taking him with me so he wouldn't murder everyone when he woke up.

CM: ...they were going to release him to you???... ... did you tell them that youre the reason he had to be there?!...

RR: I lied and said he's my kismesis.

CM: ...oh my god... ...this is unbelievable...

CM: ...and why did you think he would kill everyone in the clinic when he woke up?...

RR: You gotta promise me you'll believe me. I swear on my life I'm telling you the truth.

CM: ...?...

RR: He's a werewolf.

... What. The fuck. He's a werewolf. He's a werewolf!? She can't possibly be serious. There's no way she expects you to believe that. This whole conversation is a trainwreck that won't stop piling up.

You have to walk away. You need some air and something to drink. You step around your lusus and walk downstairs to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. Actually, you need more than water. You need a cup of hot tea. Instead of using the kettle on the stove, you heat the water in the microwave and grab a bag of citrus tea to steep.

By the time you go back upstairs, you've gotten yourself together somewhat.

RR: I dunno anything specific, but according to him he can't completely control when he changes and what he does when he transforms.

RR: If he's someplace with a bunch of people around, he'll probably maim and kill them on account of having no control over himself.

RR: I know it sounds like a crock of shit, believe me. If I hadn't seen him turn into the fucking wolf man in the middle of our fight, I wouldn't believe it either.

RR: And you know I wouldn't lie to you. Especially not a stupid fucking lie that sounds this crazy.

RR: Are you still there?

RR: Thiomi, come on. Say something. I promise you I ain't bullshitting!

CM: ...where did you take him?... ...is he with you?...

You're so done with this conversation. You guess you can't entirely fault her for this nonsense looney tunes story. Fighting someone to (somehow???????) make him feel better, hurt him too much, then force him to get medical treatment against his will definitely sounds like an extremely Corali thing to do. She wouldn't be her if she didn't take a sledgehammer to every problem despite her good intentions.

RR: No.

CM: ...s-so where is he?... ...did you s-somehow find his hive?...

RR: Didn't have to. He woke up just fine.

RR: The medicullers couldn't help him much, though. His face is too swollen ta take out his eye, so they referred him to another clinic.

RR: An' I know damn well he ain't gonna go. I figured I already did what I could, an' I ain't gonna follow after him like his moirail or his lusus.

CM: ...i need to think...

CM: ...were continuing this conversation tomorrow...

--chronicallyMousey [CM] gave up trolling resilientRust [RR]--

You log out of trollian before she can message you again, and you put your phone on do not disturb before loudly making a noise somewhere between a groan and a sigh and dragging your hands down your face.

You love Corali. God knows you love her to death. You love her like you love Dan and Varoll. But sometimes... You slam down half of your tea, ignoring the burning in your mouth and throat, and get back to work.

Well, at least she had good intentions.

[toontastictoons]

Hi Ace hiiii!

Sorry to just hop by unannounced, i dont need repairs but just really need to tell someone random things right now

So anyway,

They sat on whatever desk might be nearby even if there was no desk there is now somehow

I started mixing my own drinks back home and i dont even know half the stuff i own, i dont remember what they are after a while, this is why i started mixing things together to figure out what they are, anyway last thing i made? Weird! So weird. Good but weird, should try it again sometime.

Ive also got the low ballers every now and then and boy howdy they're something! They're a handful but i love em to bits! Lowie really loves getting into the glitter while Baller enjoys playing around with my kandi beads, i feel like they'd love rave music, and they do! Might get that from me.

Have you seen High rollers show yet? My cogs my son is beautiful! And lemme tell you this, shes got one hell of a show! Ouh i love that silly platypus! Although i guess im more of the step parent? Buck and dave are the proper parents in this situation, im just the one dating both of them oops.

Have you met dave yet? I love that cog with my entire being. He's so nice to me, i keep every trinket in a drawer in my desk and every rose they get me in a jar also in my desk. Ouh.. I could go on and on about hymm but I've probably chewed your ear off enough, sorry about that sweetheart

I'll let ya get back to it, thanks for letting me just kinda.... Babble on

(@ask-toonie-cogsworth)

Toonie?

* A short snort of laughter escapes the repair tech as the cog comes in, and they run a few quick, simple tests on her anyways to be sure everything is in order. They don't want them wandering around vulnerable to Toon Attacks*

How much did you have to drink?

* they sound fond, yet somehow scolding as well. The smallest of smiles cracks their lips as they listen, nodding occasionally*

You should probably be careful with those drinks. Don't want any toons getting the jump on you. I haven't had the chance to stop by High Roller's show yet... Too much repair work to do.. but maybe soon. Buck keeps saying he's going to "thneak" me in at some point. I'm not sure how he's planning to do that. Maybe I'll end up back stage...

* Technically.. a blue fox toon called Ace Tinkertoon could participate... But Ace isn't sure if Toonie knows about that yet.. so they don't bring it up.. *

- 🔧

@ask-toonie-cogsworth

[piedoesnotequalpi]

a second option for you! (whatever ship your heart desires)

(AU mash-up ask game)

Howdy! I did see your other ask, but Hell and grocery stores are quite possibly the same thing so I think I will return to that one at a later date. Also, thanks to @claireverlasting for being a sounding board!

Okayokayokay so

I've never done a soulmate AU before, so I have no idea what I'm doing, but for the purposes of this AU I'm doing matching marks (they usually relate to how people meet, but this is variable). Anyway.

As a kid, Spot was confused by the three Greek letters along the side of his forearm--what does ΣΦΕ even mean? Eventually, though, one of his elementary school teachers took pity on him and explained that those letters represent a fraternity. Spot didn't know what that was, but he thought maybe it meant he'd eventually be a member of that frat and meet someone through it--a girl at an event, perhaps.

Time goes on, and Spot realizes his soulmate will probably not be a girl. But more importantly, his older cousins go to college, and some of them join Greek life at the big state schools they attend and go through some major personality shifts. Others don't join Greek life and advise him to also not join Greek life, so when Spot starts college searching, he limits himself to schools that have limited-to-no Greek life on campus. He also spends a lot of time wondering how the heck his soulmate has anything to do with Greek life, because surely that means his soulmate is incredibly annoying.

Unfortunately for him, the one school he gets into that he actually likes happens to have some Greek life. It's not inescapable, but it's there. Spot checks the website before he leaves for school and sees that they do have a SigEp chapter, but he resolves to avoid it and heads off to school with a suitcase and a whole lot of concealer for his soulmark. As he goes through the semester, he refuses to join his newfound friends at frat parties and generally stays as far away as he can from the frat quad. He also never shares his soulmark with anyone, and when he's asked about it, he says he thinks there's more to relationships than what some stupid mark says.

During the spring semester, he signs up for a cross-listed math/classics class about different concepts of infinity, and he gradually gets to know his quick-witted blond classmate who asks a lot of questions. Their "study sessions" get longer and longer until one night Spot asks Race if he'd like to drop the pretense and just go on a date for real. Race says yes, of course, and they go to a café near campus that weekend.

"It's weird," Race says towards the end of their date, "I thought I knew for sure how I'd meet my soulmate, but I'm starting to hope I'm wrong."

Spot, trying very hard not to panic over the implication that Race is hoping they're soulmates, says, "How did you think you'd meet them?"

"Through my fraternity," Race says. He pulls up the leg of his shorts to reveal a ΣΦΕ soulmark that's exactly the same as Spot's.

"God fucking damn it," Spot says.

[nikkiiiscute]

Infected Julia Alegre - I theorized in the julie analysis that her hc name is Julia Alegre and this sybolizes her trying to end of this living hell.

Set - It seems that Julia (aka the woman behind julie) is standing on one of the sets as you can obviously see Julia's head overlapping the background.

Why is she damaged - Julia has holes and damage all over her body, So why tf is she damaged? Either this is part of the infection or this is her old body degrading as she's reborn into Julie and is probably trying to stop the process in the pic.

Croquet Mallet - Okay this might be a bit of a stretch but what if the hammer that Julia is holding is a Croquet Mallet with the handle broken. It's kinda like using a prop as a weapon, Like where are you gonna find a sledge hammer anywhere in The Playfellow Studios? We all know that the neighborhood loves croquet so ofc we're gonna find croquet props there.

Pansy Flowers - Pansies are cheerful flowers that symbolize remembrance, helping us to honor our loved ones who have passed on. Their unique heart-shaped petals are often associated with love and affection, making them a fitting tribute to a cherished family member or a friend... hmmmmm "symbolize remembrance, helping us to honor our loved ones who have passed on." If that the case, Who is Julie / Julia trying to remember? Her friends? family? Who is she mourning? Theory for another day...

Blood / Ink - I don't really know if that blood or Ink / Tar of anguish. imma leave this short lmao

Ded - Julie / Julia is ded (bruh)

Idk who to do an analysis on? Poppy? Howdy? Barnaby? Wally? That asshole called Home? I think poppy's next.

[bloodymiso]

howdy !! i would 100% be interesting in a sdv match-up (male or female), if you’re still writing them? :0

i'm a 23y/o, 5'8” with black wolfcut hair; i have a lot of tattoos, and a couple piercings (*•̀0•́*)!!

i'm a total infj. imagine if a black cat made a wish to become human for a week? that's me. people have told me i seem kinda standoffish at first, especially since i tend to smoke and wear black a lot, but i'm chill and funny once they get to know me. seeming intimidating may also be due my autism, which means i'm deeply passionate abt my interests, but also sensitive to a lot of stimulation— so i wouldn’t mesh well with someone who enjoys loud noise/chaos.

i love playing bass, poetry, romantic cinema (i cry everytime), and anything to do with psychology— the latter being why i studied to be a neuroscientist !! anybody that i could talk about any of these things with would be the loml. in terms of dislikes, i'm not the biggest fan of pda or confrontation?

i hope that’s enough info !! i'm curious to see who i'd be shipped with :33

a/n. oh my god i answered your ask like a week ago and then it didnt fucking post nor save im sobbing😭😭here you go pookie<3 i saw all your harvey posts and was like “shit i was thinking of harvey”

i ship you with..

penny!!

i was thinking of harvey at first but then hey what about penny🙀

penny is so underrated like??whaat. shes literally THE short queen. ygs would be that short x tall couple troupy thing. im thinking of forehead kisses idk

it isnt canon(i think) but penny’s around 5��1, with you at 5’8?? my heart would go like boom. penny’s the kind of person not to categorize people by their style, personality etc, she believes everyone should be equal.

i dont think she’s much of a cuddler tbh, but to have her head on your shoulder as she falls asleep, gazing at the stars with you near the lake? hell yeah. she’ll probably be a bit concerned about you smoking but wont push. she isnt much of a pda girl either but i think she’d like at least holding your pinky.

not canon but i feel like she would be a bit of a nerd, understanding at least like,, 60% of whatever you discuss about neurology/psychology/any other smart ass stuff . i think she’d like playing with your piercings, or at least the feeling of the cold metal on her skin as you touched.

ygs would geek out about poetry together, sharing eachothers books!!!ugh i want that. romantic cinema? ygs are in her couch watching “just my luck”(idk much romantic movies im sorry☹️)

MUSEUM DATES. MUSEUM DATES. sure, the valley’s museum is..interesting but hey its quiet, no one goes there, and theres cool crystals! i’m also feeling early morning forest walks idk.

sorry this is kinda short, i wanted to be fair to the other people ive written matchups for. hope you liked it, bye:3

[deke-rivers-1957]

ECU High - Danny's Ambition

The alarm clock rings and Danny groans as he gets out of bed.

"Just how *expletive* is this day gonna be?"

There's a knock on his door as he hears his sister Mimi.

"Danny, are you decent?"

He sighs. "Yeah Mimi, Ah'm decent. What's up?"

She comes into his room.

"Daddy says he has to take the car today. Are you gonna be alright to walk to school?"

Danny rubs his eyes.

"Walkin to school's all I do anyway. No reason to waste gas over a mile. Ah'm tellin ya Mimi, if I gotta redo senior again I might as well drop out."

She tries to smile. "Don't drop out Danny. Daddy's still trying to get a pharmacy job. That's why he's taking the car. Mr. Primont called him in for an interview. If he gets the job you can quit and focus on graduating."

He stands up and stretches.

"That'll be the day, sis. Ah really hate havin ta ask the juniors for money. It's embarrassin."

The mood is somber and Danny looks lost.

"Ah just wanna wake up one morning and not gotta worry bout money. I don't wanna have to rely on other people."

She goes over to hug Danny. "I know you feel that way, Danny. You just need to take it one day at a time. Now eat up. I got breakfast waitin for you."

He sighs.

"Alright. Gotta change first. Be right down."

Mimi smiles and leaves the room. After changing, Danny goes down to eat breakfast as fast as he can.

"Ah'll see ya later, Mimi."

He grabs his backpack and starts running to school. As he makes it to the school's parking lot, a rusty old pickup truck pulls in. The engine has a strange sound to it.

"Howdy, feller."

Danny looks up.

"Oh hey, Jodie. Hell's up with yer engine?"

Jodie shuts it off and gets out. "Ah dang carburetor's done actin up. Gotta find somethin worth replacin it. Ol gal's goin on 50 so's Ah gotta keep 'er runnin."

Danny looks at the truck. "Ya going to the junkyard with Mike?"

Jodie grabs his books.

"Yeah Mike's ride done lost 'er fender. We's goin ta mah job fer parts."

He stops at the stairs. "Danneh ya got wood shop 1st period?"

Danny looks at his schedule. "Let's see. Nah I got wood shop 2nd period. What classes do ya need to pass this year to graduate?"

Jodie laughs a little and looks down.

"Math, science and readin. Mr. Wade tol me Ah gotta do good ta stay on the wrasslin team. Says he'll kick mah ass if Ah done keep failin and gotta repeat a year."

Danny sighs. "Dunno how you plan on doin that man. We're all idiots ta be able to tutor anyone."

The first bell rings.

"Ah'll be seein ya feller faster than Ah done load a shotgun." Jodie says as he heads inside.

Danny heads to the gym but almost gets hit by a car.

"Dammit Mike ya almost hit Danny."

Mike smiles as he parks.

"Ah yer just worried bout your insurance rates Mikey. "

Mikey (short for Mike Windgren) glares.

"No *expletive* I'm worried Mike! I don't want my Saturn to kill someone!"

"Well Ah didn't so don't get yer panties in a twist. Now let's go before we're late."

Mikey groans.

"Sorry ta almost hit you Danny."

Danny keeps going to the gym.

"Hey Guy are you lookin for someone?"

A boy on the football field turns to look at Danny.

"Yeah that *expletive* Mike skipped band practice today! How're we supposed to set a good example to the freshmen if we ain't all here?!"

Danny sighs. "Well go yell at 'em when ya see 'em Guy. He'll probably show up when he feels like it."

"Yeah well he better! Ah'm not bout to have our drummers be outta formation because that *expletive* decided not ta practice!"

Danny shakes his head and makes it to the gym.

A whirring sound is heard as a small helicopter lands. A young man steps out with a girl on his arm.

"And that's how ya land!"

She looks amazed.

"Oh wow, Rick that's so amazing. How many more hours do you need to be able to teach me for real?"

He gives her a cocky grin.

"Only 20. Maybe if yer willin to wait a couple months I can teach ya."

Her eyes widen.

"Wow I'd like that! I'll see you around then, Rick."

He gives a thumbs up. "You know it baby."

Danny rolls his eyes.

"How many demonstrations is that now, Rick?"

He laughs. "Oh Danny. Don't ya get that it's good for my social life? I get to put my hours in while getting some babes. I see that as an absolute win."

Danny starts walking again. "Whatever Rick."

He makes his way to the gym when he sees his friend.

"Oh hey Ross!"

Ross turns around.

"Danny good ta see you! Still tryna make ends meet. How 'bout you?" he asks smiling.

Danny looks down. "Same boat. Pa's gonna have an interview today so fingers crossed."

Ross rubs his eyes. "Least there's a light at the end of the tunnel for ya. I gotta find a better job that'll pay more. Buc-ee's just ain't enough to pay the bills."

"I hear ya, Ross. Being a busboy at 2 nightclubs ain't a good paycheck either."

A whistle is blown. "Awright ya *expletive* line up!"

Everyone lines up when they hear Mr. Wade's voice. No one messes with him.

As Mr. Wade makes his opening year speech about gym class Danny's mind starts to wander.

"All Ah want is ta make it through the year. If Ah can jus make 'nough money, Ah can buy back our house. Pa ain't ever gonna be embarrassed ever 'gain."

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Gym Bro

[okay so this came across my dash and made me think of Jalim, so of course I couldn't resist]

It was early morning, so not many people were using the gym. Jason put his stuff away and headed into the main room. He would do some stretches first before going into his routine. Just as he was starting his sets, he noticed another man moving toward the weights. Jason gave a casual glance and felt a weird flip in his stomach. What the hell?

He thought maybe it was a reaction to a familiar face so he took a longer look. The man had short, curly dark hair and a slightly rounded face. The more Jason stared the more weirdly nervous he felt. But he didn't recognize the guy at all, so the reaction didn't make any sense. Jason was hardly shy so why the hell would he be nervous around a stranger?

Jason shook himself out of the feeling and decided to go over and say hello. The stranger looked up on Jason's approach and greeted him with a friendly smile. That made Jason's insides flip yet again. Again he ignored the sensation.

“Howdy,” Jason greeted. “I'm Jason.”

“Hello,” the other responded in a warm tone. “My name is Salim.”

“I come to the gym a lot but I haven't seen you around before,” Jason continued. Salim responded with a sheepish smile.

“I thought it was time I try to get myself back into shape. I got winded going up some stairs a while ago; it was embarrassing.” He concluded with a chuckle that had Jason smiling, too.

“I was just about to do some sets,” Jason mentioned. “I could use a spotter.”

“I would be glad to,” Salim nodded, “as long as you don't mind keeping me company on the treadmill. Having someone young to keep up with may be a good motivator.”

“What do you mean?” Jason raised an eyebrow, his eyes sweeping over Salim. “You ain't old.”

“I turned forty this year.”

“Well, I'm gonna be thirty-one this year,” Jason informed him, “so you still ain't that old.” That made Salim smile, and Jason's insides did that weird flip again. He shook off the feeling and started sliding on weights so he could begin bench presses. He stepped back when he was satisfied with the weight and Salim let out a whistle.

“You can lift that much?” Their eyes met and Jason gave a little shrug, smirking. “This I have to see,” Salim remarked. That spurred Jason into action. He stretched out on the bench and lifted the bar. “Wow,” Salim awed as Jason started to do his reps, “that's impressive. How many can you do?”

“Well,” Jason grunted, “if someone was keepin' count like he was supposed to...”

“Oh, yes, of course.” Salim looked sheepish again. Jason chuckled a little and continued on.

Eventually they moved on to the treadmills. Salim set his at a brisk walk with Jason matching him. They chatted a bit more as they walked. Jason liked talking to the guy: he was friendly and charming.

“Would you like to hear a joke?” Salim asked at one point. Jason nodded; he couldn't help smiling at the glitter in Salim's eyes. “Why is water so clumsy?” Jason never heard this joke before so he waited for the answer. “Because water falls.”

“Wow.” Jason let out a snort. “That was really fuckin' bad.”

“Why didn't the baker ever spend his money? To get a rise out of the dough.” Jason laughed this time and Salim beamed at him. The weird sensation he got from looking at the guy hadn't gone away but it was easier to ignore with the burn of muscles and the pumping of his heart.

They both concluded their work-outs for the day. It was probably the best time Jason ever spent at the gym.

“I come here about twice a week,” he mentioned as they shook hands. “Maybe I'll see ya?”

“I'd like that,” Salim confirmed. Jason's insides responded with yet another flip. He was happy to make a new friend he could hang with at the gym. That was all it was.