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radioisntdead · 10 days

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I don't know if you do parental asks, but if you do, could you bless me eyes by writing a father Alastor and child!reader who is a toy/doll demon? Reader is hyperactive but very clumsy so Alastor always has to keep an eye on her so she doesn't hurt herself and sometimes he resorts to having one of his shadows watching over her if he's busy. Reader is small so they always seem to get stuck in cabinets or closet, which scares the hotel residents when they see Reader in a random place. [Not me trying to cure my daddy issues] 😂😂

Good evening my dear! I've been expecting someone to request a parental Alastor, [No seriously I have, I had a feeling someone was gonna request it, it was only a matter of time] I'VE BEEN READY FOR THIS, Not to mention I'm related to a hyperactive child so taking inspo from that! (Please help me he bites)

Father! Alastor & child! Reader

Platonic, obviously.

Warnings!!!

Fanon, I'm going fanon for this, mild cannibalism, feral, reader is based off a porcelain doll but I am TERRIFIED of porcelain dolls, anyways feral reader, injuries etc etc Alastor scooped reader up from the side of the street, I like how I've had every parental hazbin character with a child figure reader just scoop them off the street, I should draw that later

No one knows how exactly how you ended up below, it was theorized that there was probably a mix-up or maybe you were one of those deranged child serial killers or maybe you WERE hellborn that just aged really slow, like concerningly slow, but from some of the things you say it was suspected you were indeed a sinner.

Anyways that's up to you to figure out, but what we do know is that Alastor stumbled upon you absolutely tearing apart a grown sinner in some alleyway, despite looking like a porcelain doll that could break if dropped on carpet, the radio static coming from him caught your attention,

And then you saw those big fluffy ears that sat on the top of his head, you ran towards him with the speed of a feral child, because you were, infact a feral child

"Fluffy!"

You immediately climbed onto him, little hands clinging onto the fabric of his suit before finally reaching for his ears,

He didn't even get a chance to get away from you. With a strained smile he grabbed you off him, and held you up as he inspected you, observing your appearance,

"How peculiar, don't do that."

He said as you continued reaching for his fluffy ears.

And that had sealed his fate, he could NOT get rid of you,

He left you back in that alley he found you? You showed up again two minutes later, he sent you into the Vee's tower? You are the reason Valentino has a messed up antenna.

Alastor became a father against his will, and honestly it could've been worse, you were a decently chaotic child, that would either follow him around or when in the hotel would climb up his back and play with his fluffy ears while maniacally whispering

"fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy"

"Dear, please get off me."

Your skin was covered in a light porcelain coating, like thin wax covering soft clay, If thrown harshly against something you could crack and bleed, it wouldn't make that much of a sound.

you were very much a fragile thing and as your reluctant caretaker Alastor made sure that you stayed out of trouble, safe and sound, and away from any sharp objects.

Unfortunately you were hellbent on getting into mischief, especially in the hotel where there were many things you could get into, like behind the bar where husk worked, He took a five minute break to grab something to eat and you had managed to slip yourself behind several bottles inside the cabinet, one wrong move and they all fall to the ground and shatter with the alcoholic beverages inside them,

He had to take out twenty bottles, place them on the counter then take you out, gently place you on the ground then put all the bottles back, it was a hassle, not to mention you had a thing for fluffy things, Husk was NOT an exception, if he wasn't paying attention you would claw your way up his back like a feral mongoose and just gently pet his ears while mumbling "Kitty cat, kitty cat kitty cat kitty ca-"

You got along well with Niffty, she was like a sadistic older sister but it was decided that she was a bad influence on you so whenever you're near her it needs to be supervised by someone.

You give Charlie mini heart attacks because either you'll be the sweetest little thing towards her, you'll draw with her, call her 'Big sister Charlie' or something like that and you will have her wrapped around your little fingers, or you'll be a source of stress because your playing on the railing and oops! Your falling twelve feet to the ground and she's rushing over to catch you, and after she catches you, probably breaking something in the process you just give her the biggest smile as you hug her saying she caught you, you've also terrified her and Vaggie more then once by hiding underneath their bed and popping out at the worst of times with confetti or something.

Speaking of Vaggie you had a similar relationship but she was more strict in a way, she has a soft spot for kids and she keeps an eye on you, she'll teach you how to spar as an attempt to burn any excess energy you have, she'll go for a run and take you with her, she'll have you on one of those child leashes because you can, will and have run into the road and almost got taken out, respawning was a very very painful process, it was like getting ripped apart, turned inside out, twisted and turned back out and put together again, there's a reason it can take time for a sinner to respawn.

A child like you should never have to deal with that, and Vaggie, while she can't respawn she understands and will prevent you from having too, Alastor may not like her all that much (Or at all) but she's proven to be a decent babysitter.

Sir Pentious was like a goofy older brother or that dork of a cousin, he'd probably invent something to entertain you or he'd read to you, you scare eggs out of him when he's working on something and BAM you pop up out of nowhere, the majority of the eggs were fearful of you too.

"uh, can you not bite me?" A egg asked as your unhinged jaw munched on him, slowly tearing away until he eventually cracked leaving you to run away from the yolk covered crime scene.

[He's the first person you go to when you are redeemed, a familiar face is what you need in an unknown place where you should've gone in the first place, the halo on your head makes him cry, you made it with him but that more then likely means you perished like he did]

Angel dust was no different from the others, he tones his language down a bunch but he's still Angel dust, a inappropriate joke can and will slip through the cracks but he doesn't mean any harm, he just panics and tells you not to tell your Pa, giving you some child-safe candy in return and if your running around like a manic Niffty he'll pick you up and try to find the more responsible residents, or you'd tug on his fluff, he was one of the fluffiest residents and that made him, a major target for your lil' grabby hands, if you ever want a snack your not supposed to have he'll give it to you, you want ice cream? Sure knock yourself out kid, He reminded you of someone you knew once.

What did they look like again? You couldn't remember..

When Alastor steps out of the hotel to go to a overlord meeting or whatever he does and no one is available to watch you, he'll have his shadows watch over you,

His shadows need a pay raise.

"I'll be back in a few hours, be good dear!" Alastor said patting you lightly on the head as you grinned up at him,

"Alrighty! Bye Papa!"

You wave as he leaves, as the door closes you turn around and wander around the hotel, everyone was busy preparing for something, you didn't quite know what yet though, but you were left to your own devices today! You ran up and down the staircases, you got a laundry basket and used it as a makeshift snowboard on the staircase which Alastor's shadow had to make sure it didn't fling up into the air, you jumped off a counter his shadow grabbed the collar of your shirt to stop you from face planting.

You eventually get bored of playing around and try to find Niffty to ask if she could make you something to eat but the hotel's resident housekeeper is nowhere to be found, so you enter the kitchen and it is a DANGER ZONE, you knew not to touch the stove or the sharp knives thankfully but that didn't stop you from dragging over a chair to climb up into the cabinet to grab a plate, a few cups falling in the process but the shadow caught them before they could shatter into the floor, You hopped down from the chair to get a tortilla, the shadow stood next to you ready to grab you if needed, you waddled over to the refrigerator and took out a pack of bacon bites and sour cream, you acquired a plastic knife to spread the sour cream onto the tortilla, sprinkling some bacon bits after before rolling it up and placing it onto the plate.

You grinned at your snack, this is what defined your childhood, you turn back to the refrigerator to grab a juicebox before taking the plate and booking it back into the main room of the hotel.

You sneakily made your way to the TV and looked around, you gave the shadow a 'shh' motion as you turned on the tv to vintage cartoons, like Popeye, Betty boop or if you were lucky to access more modern cartoons, you could watch Scooby doo!

This was the time Alastor's shadow could rest from protecting you, so it wouldn't snitch to Alastor about your consumption of cartoons.

It wished you would watch more cartoons because after your snack you were dangling from the chandelier! You didn't know how you even got up there?!

When Alastor finally returned from wherever he was you immediately ran, tackling the Radio demon in a hug, Alastor's smile tightened slightly but he bared with it, you were just an excited child that he cared for, like a pet.

"I take it you were behaved while I was away?"

You nodded, "Yep!"

The shadow would say otherwise because you were HANGING FROM THE CHANDELIER FOR AN HOUR, They had to lurk around in case you fell, which you did, Thankfully they didn't have to catch you, because Charlie had emerged at the right time to catch you as you dropped from the chandelier.

But Alastor didn't need to know that right now, he'll find out on his own when he's making dinner and he goes to check on you to see you dangling from the chandelier again with Angel and Husk scrambling beneath trying to catch you if you were to slip and fall.

"Aren't you a little troublemaker?" He would say as he snapped his fingers and you were brought down from the chandelier, safe and sound, he'd bring a clawed hand to your face as he gently pitched your check, tutting like a old lady before turning around and bringing you to assist him in the kitchen and give huskerdust a break.

Alastor didn't see himself ever having a child before you, and he could see you growing into a powerful overlord one day, he'd be there to guide you as you grew, you would've grown up loved, watching as sinners entered the hotel and left as saints,

For now you were standing behind him in the kitchen carefully mixing rolling out some type of dough as music played from the radio and you told your Papa about your day.

Once the dough was rolled out and cut Alastor pat your head saying that you did a good job before moving to dip the dough into hot oil, as you watched, a tentacle holding the back of your 1930's themed attire making sure you didn't dive into the oil by accident.

Within the hour you were sat at a table with freshly made beignets Infront of you,

"Enjoy!"

"Thank you Papa!"

You said before digging into one of the beignets as Alastor smiled per usual, it was a nice treat, you liked moments like these, you hoped you could stay in the hazbin hotel with it's residents and your Papa forever, they were your family and family stays together right?

Good evening folks! Thank you for tuning in! I was supposed to post this last night but I passed out, and We may be adopting a dog soon! I'm not using that as an excuse I'm just excited, anyways I'm working on requests, part twos and all that good stuff! Tune on in for that later on!

Also I may have added sprinkles of angst here but we don't talk about that =]

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor imagine #alastor & reader

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critterbitter · 4 months

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Asks and responses under cut!

First to note! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THESE ASKS. I REALLY APPRECIATE YALL. That aside, lemme get cracking! @drakeling7413 AWE MAN THANK YOU! I just started playing B2 with a friend (we're... not doing a nuzlocke anymore because we both got full team wiped at Clay's gym. That exadrill's built different man.) But I'm glad to bring back some of that whimsey! @bluemimikyu As an eel defender I am VERY glad to hear that! Good luck with tynamo though, they evolve at a disgustingly high level and they're... well, I don't want to say weak but they're a bit difficult to use against anybody not water or flying, from personal experience. (I love eelektross though. Levitate my beloved...) @ashnesspokemon ADLSKJFLKSDJ THANK YOU!!! I have SO many thoughts about them. We've seen them as rat children. We've seen them as sad old men. Today, I offer you-- gangly teenagers interning at Gear Station and Scheming in the meantime. (Plus elesa! The more I draw her the more I love her, ah... I've always been a sucker for trios. ((looks dead eyed at botw and hollow knight))). I do intend to draw them older later on, but that's a timeline I will Not Nail Down anytime soon hehe. @64s-art-blog Emmet has eel rights, Ingo has lamp rights. (But you're right. He should have thrown eelekrik. The comedic apparel would have been incredible.) @aroacepokefan First of all (points at your user name) AYYY. (Points at this characterization of Ingo). AYYY??? Second of all, thank you I LOVE moles and drillbur's perfect. @asperanna Oh boY OH BOY OKAY SO. I am prrrrobably not gonna draw anymore conventional starters AU cause I have a lot of wips I have to handle of the current comics, BUT Ingo would have a unovan samurott. and then when he gets heebie jeebied into hisui, he would have a HISUIAN Samurrott. And then when the two samurotts meet, they would be like the spiderman pointing meme. But because this is also a sandbox, if you ever wanna run with the hisuian samurott idea please go for it! Free real estate, just remember to credit so I can sneak in and spectate the art. @submasfan SLJLDSFJSLDK TY!!!! I am definitely gonna have to slow down at somepoint so I can work on commissions again (ah... maybe I should open a patreon... to feed myself. hmm.) BUT I APPRECIATE THE EXCITEMENT. The submas brain is real. @magicfeatherbean4 (sweats) This is where I tell you they only appear for like... five lines. BUT YOU SHOULD PLAY BW! I miss the 2d pokemon aesthetic, and BW nails that in the head. ((Its okay we can sit on the sidelines and admire the muppet men do their daily commute within the depths of the train.)) @rudeboimonster I'm so glad you caught the stims! Character consistency is an important rule I hold close to my heart, so seeing people notice the little details I add makes me grin like a loon.

#asks #mailbox #critterbitter

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tea0w0stache · 4 months

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I would like to ask you about the parentification of John Dory if you please

cracks knuckles.

this was inspired by a few things:

during the argument before branch leaves, jd says this; "well i'm not allowed to change!! im the oldest, i had to be the leader ! why do you think i moved into the middle of nowhere? so i didnt have to be in charge of anyone. four little brothers a LOT of responsibility!!"

and as silly as it is,

2. the way grandma rosiepuff acted during the fallout at the beginning as well as the lack of their parents in the movie.

im gonna go ahead and combine lack of parents and the quote from the movie. for starters, the way john dory phrases it implies that he had to take care of his brothers for the majority of their time together. we have absolutely 0 information on their parents yet we can safely assume they werent present for most of their lives if jd had to be in charge of the four of them that much. hes shown signs of stress and anxiety as well as the obvious perfectionism, but he really does care about his brothers.

now onto grandma rosiepuff. i love her, and from what we've seen, she was a great grandma to branch. but in families, there are favorites. i mean, come on. i know it was probably a gag to have her play cards/gamble, but it also makes you think; why the hell did she not do anything to stop brozone from breaking up? im not saying she left everything to jd, but i wouldnt be suprised if she accidentally contributed to his perfectionism and stress.

'hes the oldest, he had to be the leader.' it sounds like something a grandmother would tell their oldest grandchild. that they have to set an example for their siblings, help them out, etc. not to mention, shes an older woman. the pressure of having 4 brothers to help take care of plus a grandma can be a LOT.

so yeah, i think tbt did a REALLY good job at portraying some of the issues brozone has. branch's abandonment issues, clays desire to finally be taken seriously, bruce's desire to move on from his past, floyd's guilt and the acceptance that he may literally DIE, and of course jd's parentification. so many of these issues are realistic and are portrayed so WELL.

okay i think im done for now but yeah its been in my head and i needed to get i out. also im absolutely gonna use this as an excuse to say GO READ TOUCHY FEELY FOOL ON AO3 pretty please!! its a jd centric fic about said parentification

#tea rambles #ask #trolls #trolls jd #trolls john dory #sorry if these rambles are dumb #all of brozone has their issues #theyre so messy but they as a family still love and care for each other

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i--antimony · 5 months

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tuesday yet we persevere

what a week lads

listening up to partizan 18. the exchange of jack: "is inertia when you're stopping or going?" austin, very confidently: "it's when you're going" had me shouting NO at my phone, thank god art chimed in to clarify and actually define inertia. i love you art. been listening to a lot of breaking benjamin while i marathon-focus on trying to finish my poster by. tonight. yeouch.

reading fallow

playing pokego! it's become my fun little morning activity while i lay in bed waking up. like. ok i need to be awake. i will drowsily catch the 3 pokemon that spawn around me and spin the pokestop across the street. ok time to get out of bed i guess.

watching hbomberguy new four hour video reigns supreme. i've had it on periodically while i do chores, cook, etc.

making pottery! basically everything came out of the kiln at once! some finished objects:

the mugs (more like teacups, really, shrinkage strikes again) came out cute, despite the orange one getting a crack in the handle. i really love the way the white bowl came out with the koi, i'd put lillypads inside but they really didn't show up at all so i didn't bother photographing. that little black vase was done with a dark blue glaze that came out. black. so i probably did too many layers, plus it was on red clay, so oops. the little ramekins came out cute, i tried one of the stoneware glazes on the left one and it came out really matte which surprised me, but otherwise some standard lil bowls! and finally i hate the striped object behind the ramekins. i forgot to cover it up after making it and didn't get to trim it before it was bone dry so i just had to let it be was it was so it's really bottom-heavy. and i hate the way the glazed stripes came out. such is life. my roommate likes it so i might give it to her LOL.

dragon mug underglaze came out interesting!!! i used two different brands of underglaze and one of them came out. shiny?? so putting clear normal glaze over that texture proved a real challenge, especially for the handle. i used another underglaze (a chocolate brown, same as the one on the handle on the right) to fill in the background/inside/some linework details, then covered the whole thing in clear, so we'll see how that turns out! the little tree teacup i just covered in clear and put back on the kiln rack, i didn't want to add anything else to it, it came out sooo cute :)

did more underglaze stuff on two bowls, eye motif!!! one as a scratched out and one as painted on. excited to see how they go for the first firing. i had some Big bowls to trim and they were still a little wet but i was like eh i bet i can. i could not. look how i've massacred my boy (bottom left). it totally spun off the wheel but thankfully it's still soft enough that i was able to just sorta nudge it back into a circular shape. i did ragequit trimming for that day because of it though and did the eye underglaze work instead hahahah. hopefully will be able to trim them on wednesday! it's just so dang cold in the area where the pottery is stored to dry out so it takes forever in the winter.

finally, i finished the winter headband for my roommate's mom last night! image is not the finished one, i forgot to take a picture yesterday but i'll just do that after i block it later this week. i took the photo a few days ago because i actually made a mistake in the pattern and was trying to judge how obvious it was and whether or not to go back 10 rows and redo it. i don't think it's that obvious so i decided to keep going. can you spot the mistake :b

misc oughhh aughgghghgh academic poster. my advisor was really difficult to communicate with yesterday but made up for it this morning. her husband stressed me out for no reason but it's fine. i think i can finish it before the poster session tomorrow but odds are in the air as to whether i can get it Printed before the poster session tomorrow. woof. and then i need to figure out what i'm wearing at this conference and pack by friday.

#tuesdayposting

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dailyadventureprompts · 2 years

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Not gonna lie, the shore game actually sounds pretty fun. One thing I might do if I did this was on one of the earlier days the party is there have them find like some kids playing a simplified version so they at least had a general idea; Xemplaris using the more complicated & complete rules from the original game. But honestly I'm tempted to just have like a shore game tournament if I ever need like some filler or something.

Minigame: Klac

The game of Klac is enjoyed across a myriad of kingdoms and involves players collecting marbles of various materials and then trading them by way of a dexterity based game played in groups of two or more. The exact rules of Klac shift from region to region as local customs and idiosyncrasies solidify and it's not an uncommon sight to see players in more metropolitan center argue about nuances of the rules longer then they end up playing.

Still, the thrill of victory and collecting exotic marbles draws players of all ages to the game, especially adventurers and merchants whose journeys across the world allows them to amass a small horde of marbles as souvenirs of their many travels.

What separates Klac from other marble games is the variety of the pieces involved: Clay marbles are common, as are glass in those regions where the art is practiced, but one can also expect to find pieces made of metal, wood, or stone which can fundamentally affect how marbles behave, with some marbles even being made of patterned ceramics or semi-precious stones. Size likewise is no set factor when it comes to marbles with anything able to be held between the first two joints of the smallest player’s fingers seen as valid for competion. Some specalized artisans are even known to make trick marbles: hollow clay ones that will crack apart when struck rather than being knocked out of the ring, wooden ones with metal inlays that affect their trajectories, glass ones filled with a mixture of water and mercury to affect thier velocity, hemitite that adheres to others or knock them off course. These diverse (and in some cases frankly unfair) pieces are what make klac such a draw for those who obsess over it, who go to great lengths to uncover new strategies for what seems at first like a simple game.

How to Play Klac at the table:

Since you can't expect your party to drop everything and play out an actual marble game, here's an easy way to play:

have every player roll 3d20 and mark down the numbers, except 1-5, and 16-20, which are immediately discounted, simulating a marble rolling off the playing field.

Starting with the person who rolled the highest, check around the table to see if there are any matching numbers, which cancel eachother out. A quick way to do this is to say " Fifteens, fourteens thirteens" and have a quick raise of hands. This represents marbles knocking into eachother, and knocking them out.

After all matches have been removed, players tally their remaining numbers, highest number wins. in the event of a tie, have a roll off.

Adventure Hooks:

It's a well known fact that rich people love to waste their money on extravagances, and a local jeweler makes an earnest living carving gemstones and casting precious metals to make Klac pieces for her wealthy clientele. When her shop is robbed she reaches out to the party for fear that some of that same clientele may blame her once they realize that their property has been stolen and use their influence to ruin her reputation. As the investigation progresses, it becomes increasingly clear that the thieves weren’t after valuables, but a specific set of marbles commissioned by a particular client, Who just so happens to have stated the outcome of some very important noble dealings on an upcoming klac game. There’s a deeper mystery here than who stole the marbles, as this deal has massive ramifications that might stretch across the kingdom should it default.

While Traveling through the wilderness, the party encounters a naiad playing Klac on the shoreline and has the opportunity to ask for directions towards their goal. On closer inspection however it appears all of the waterfey’s marbles are in fact pearls of astonishing size and luster. Gambling with the fey is never a wise idea, but with a small fortune on the line perhaps they can afford to be wise another time.

After playing a couple rounds of Klac in the local roadhouse, the party will hear a couple of their fellow gamblers discussing an eccentric local magistrate in possession of a massive collection of rare and beautiful marbles known for inviting complete strangers into his home for the sake of a rousing game or the chance of trading an interesting piece. Knowing an opportunity when they hear it, the party head to the next town over and have just been welcomed past the threshold (and out of the downpour that broke out while they were waiting) when they hear a thud and a tremendous clatter from up the stairs that might be confused for thunder. Rushing up stairs they’ll find the magistrate murdered, his pristine display shelves overturned, and a cowled, avian figure silhouetted in the now open window before diving off into the night. This trespasser is the kenku Tonk, a roving thief and Klac hustler who’s heard stories of a lich who was sealed inside his phylactery by a group of heroes past, a perfect crystal sphere one could confuse for a marble. With the murderer in the wind and a hysterical butler accusing them of being accomplices, time is running out before Tonk finds a means of releasing the lich in exchange for a cure to the kenku curse of wordlessness

The Rules of Klac

It’s often said there’s as many ways to play Klac as there are people to play it, but generally the rules resolve down to something like this:

Each player keeps thier marbles in a bag, which they give a shake before the game begins, drawing out a handful of marbles. ( A decision to weigh carefully, as a larger handful means more options for victory, but also more on the line).

Each player then selects five marbles, and puts the rest in a communal cup/bowl/other openmouthed container large enough to contain all the marbles. (They’ll want to select the marbles that are larger and heavier, and/or ones too valuable to lose)

a circle is drawn on the floor, generally seven feet across, with another 1ft circle inside. The cup is then upended over this circle in such a way that the marbles pour out. The cup is then placed right side up in the middle of the circle, displacing the marbles. (all marbles that roll out of the outer ring are put into the cup)

Whoesever marble is closest to the outer edge of the outer ring starts first, and play proceeds clockwise form there. Players must flick one of their five chosen marbles (called a striker) and try to knock other marbles out of the inner ring, If they successfully knock one out, they take that marble into their “ante” and get to take another turn, shooting their first marble again and again until they fail to knock anything out of the inner ring. If the player knocks anything into the cup in the middle of the ring loud enough to make a “Klac” sound, they must instantly stop their turn and put any marble that hit the cup (including their striker) into the cup.

If a player’s turn ends and their striker is still inside the inner circle, it is counted as being a valid marble for knockout allowing other players to knock it out of the middle circle and add it to their ante

When it cycles back to a player’s turn, they may either continue playing from one of their currently deployed striker, or surrender it, chosing one of their four remaining potential strikers and shooting from the outside of the ring again. Players with no more strikers cannot take turns

Play ends when all the marbles are cleared out of the inner circle, or when all players are out of strikers. Each player keeps whatever marbles are in their ante, with the player who got the most marbles also taking whatever ended up in the Cup. All marbles still in the outer ring are returned to their owners ( this becomes a meta-game in high ranking klac circles, who may take disadvantageous moves to knock particular marbles in/out of the outer ring should they be deemed valuable enough)

In friendly games, trading marbles back to their owners is encouraged at the end of the night, and the bargaining that takes place is often used as an excuse to buy drinks for strangers or initiate dares among drunken friends. This also serves as a winddown period to ensure there are no hard feelings over spilt marbles.

Klak Items:

if your party gets a taste for Klak, consider letting them begin amassing a collection of rare marbles, represented by giving them additional options when playing the abstract game mentioned above:

Better marbles that let them replace one or more of their d20 rolls with: 2d10, 2d8, 4d6, 3d6, 5d4 etc. Each of these have their own benefits and drawbacks, so rather than trying to balance them, simply reward them with one of the options for winning a rare marble in a game or going to the local marketplace to get some (with each town’s market giving a different option)

A champion Klak bag as a common magic item, which lets them add or subtract their slight of hand or gambling proficiency to any of their d20 rolls before they have to start discounting any.

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k00299539 · 5 months

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Disrupt Project Week 7 - Out of the Kiln, into the Vacuum Form

For Week 7 I signed up for the Exploring 3D Materials workshop, which I kind of unofficially joined last week. From what I had learned it seemed the best fit to help me with my vacuum forming plan. So with a plan in mind, I showed up late, hid for a while, and then got to work. The first step was locating my clay man...

Above: A failed plan...

Above: Turns out he was in the kiln, who woulda thought...

I don't know who unloads the kiln but I love the way they posed my sculpture, it really drove home for me how much I had lucked into a cool idea with the split head.

I also hadn't realised while sculpting but the board I was using must've had red clay worked on it recently cause it ended up dying my guy from a dreary grey to a delightful peach.

After "carefully" carrying it up across the foyer and up two flights of stairs, all that was left was to carry back down those flights of stairs of stairs to have it vacuum formed. Simple as.

Above: I'm sure it's impossible to tell, but I did in fact put more effort into the front profile.

My guy actually survived the kiln pretty well, I had poked enough holes in him as to assuage my worries him going full Oppenheimer. But I still wasn't sure how well his... fringe? horns? would hold up. Similarly he didn't even crack despite the clay being days old at that point.

Above: I took a lot of photos in case he exploded in the vacuum forming machine... I seem to find myself worrying about exploding sculptures a lot.

With my imromptu photo shoot finished the next step was actually vaccum forming him. And...

Above: I underestimated the difficulty of photographing an impression in plastic.

...The vacuum forming turned out surprisingly well. I was helped with this by Chris and Aisling. Chris was worried about the huge amount of potential undercuts given the nature of my sculpture. In the end though there weren't too many and the sculpture even popped back out of plastic with minimal damage. I really can't give Chris enough credit for this as he operated the machine and basically did all the work. Learning how vacuum forming worked and seeing it in action was a great experience.

Above: Some pics of the front mold compared to the sculpture.

Above: An assessment of the damage.

Above: Their final resting place...

After all that I brought the vacuum formed molds back home to play around with and see what I might be able to do with ice. I found what seems to be the only remaining unclaimed locker... which means I'm the only idiot to not claim a locker, and stashed them away for safe keeping.

Right now I'm kind of procrastinating on the whole "use the mold to remake the sculpture out of ice" part, so we can only hope I get on that soon.

#disrupt #3d #clay #3d studies #ceramics #vacuum forming

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zephfair · 8 months

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Fic Stats Tag Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

Ah, thank you so much for tagging me @kelliealtogether because this was fascinating! I'm really shocked by how some of my stuff ranked. Thanks for making me look at the data in new ways!😘

Most Hits: Fix Me Up Good – 12,087 – When things start to go wrong in Stiles' apartment at the old Hale house, he finds out the maintenance guy is kind of hot but doesn't seem to appreciate Stiles' unique sense of humor. (omg this was just a stupid pwp I posted to prove a point to myself in the other main fandom I was in.🫣 I was going to take it down but it “took off” for me. It’s not my finest work or even my finest pwp, but it’s Teen Wolf so who cares.🤭😳)

Second Most Kudos: Will You Accept This Rose? – 796?! – When Blue is chosen as the reluctant Bachelorette, the show needs to quickly add a few contestants, just to fill out the first night's ceremony. Her new friends on the production staff are asked to help, but Ronan soon finds out he and Blue share similar taste in men. (my crack-filled baby did so well, omg, I can’t believe it! 🌹 I still re-read the scenes I loved writing the most because they make me smile.)

Third Most Comments: Bleach AU Collection – 55 – A compilation of all the Bleach fics I'm writing for the 30-Day AU Challenge on Tumblr. They're mostly fluff and humor with a dose of smut here and there between Grimmjow and Ichigo. (Ironic, really, because no one read or commented on my Bleach stuff while I was writing and posting it, so I just gave up writing for Bleach (and stopped fanfic writing for 3 years) because I’m obviously a horrible writer and/or really terrible at characterizations. So yeah. Weird that it’s gotten this many comments over the years. 🤷)

Fourth Most Bookmarks: Familiarity Breeds Contempt (and Affection) – 181 – In a world of magic, Ichigo cannot become a full mage without successfully summoning his familiar. But when it does appear, it's nothing like the lovable animal familiars everyone else bonds with. (Another Bleach fic that got almost zero interaction when I posted it.)

Fifth Most Words: Treasure in Clay Vessels – 22,003 – Pope Sixtus is so concerned with taking over Florence that he sends two spies to infiltrate the Medici family, but the new war engineer will only choose to get close to one of them. Girolamo must forget he is a Riario to play his role, but temptations threaten to steal him away for good. (Da Vinci’s Demons was the best tiny fandom ever and gave writers/creators such lovely interactions. This was one of my baby works, a real labor of love, and I’m still proud of it.😊)

Least Amount of Words: Clothes Make the Man – 2,182 – Zo's T-shirt was supposed to be a gag Christmas gift, but if he's lucky, it might predict the future. (Da Vinci’s Demons. Ha, even in a teeny, tiny fandom, I still wrote a lot of crack and weird pairings.😜)

I'm going to tag @iammistressofmyfate and @mychemicalrachel if you lovelies want to do it! No pressure!

#thank you so much #this was very interesting #eye-opening actually #my fic

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alfryco · 1 year

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okay your ask inspired me so more AH asks for you: 1, 5, 8, 25, 34, 48, 51!! <3

Thank you for the questions Emrys :3

1) How did you get into AH?

Already answered, but I got into them by seeing a video somebody made on youtube with a bunch of other fandoms that were popular on Tumblr in 2014.

5) Favorite team?

Whatever the hell team name Trevor and Alfredo have now (tho Team Nice Dynamite is always right behind them in my heart)

8) Favorite AU?

Hmm favorite AU would have to be the Fake AH Crew AU just because of all the memories I have of messing around in that AU and all the great content that people have created using that AU. There's just so much to do when the characters you're playing with are literal criminals.

25) Has a video or specific moment ever made you emotional?

Not sure if this is for like sad emotional or happy emotional or whatever, but the first video I can remember off the top of my head that made me emotional in the sad way was when Meg had to host The Know after Monty passed away.

34) Have you seen the musical?

Yep I have! Watched the whole thing when it was mixed with the GTA video.

48) If you have one, who’s your favorite fic author or fan artist?

OOoohhh boy do I *cracks knuckles*

Since I know I can't narrow this down to like one author and artist I'm just gonna do a handful of the large amount of people that have created some of my favorite works and inspired me/influenced me with how I write.

So author wise I have to first give it up for @confusedeevee who without her I would most likely not be writing AH fanfic like I am today, plus she's an excellent beta, amazing writing partner and always helps me brainstorm when I need it and will listen to me rant and rave about all my au ideas even tho it's probably 3 am for her :') and her fics are out of this world, please go read them.

Next is @futureboy LIGHT OF MY FUCKING LIFE who fed (and continues to feed tbh) my alfreyco cravings and has some of the best written dialogue out there and a head full of incredible ideas when it comes to writing! They just have some of the best writing out there and they're honestly killing it with the ST fics right now.

And since we're talking about Alfreyco (because how could we not am i right??) @jusst-you-wait is honestly really to blame for me still writing AH fic to this day, because this lovely alfreyco obsession of mine started when I read her Fake AH fic about Trevor and Alfredo investigating some abandoned building for Geoff and that's all she wrote. Also one of the best hype mans out there and such a great writer!

And I can't forget @shadeofazmeinya and @sorcererinthestars who also have some of the best fics out there in my opinion. And tbh I included both of them in one thing because one is not far from the other when it comes to fics and tumblr and there places in my HEART! Love these two so much and both have them have produced such fantastic work in this fandom and appreciate that every single DAY.

Ok now with artists unfortunately there aren't as many as there used to be in the ye olden days of the fandom, but that doesn't mean we don't have some excellent artists still!

Firstly is @keeningthoughts who without them I would not have the lovely alfreyco outlast fanart that I cry over almost daily and would not have known the joys of being in a server dedicated to a podcast co-lead by two very silly boys. Clay, your everchanging art style and the art you've drawn, no matter how silly, have always made me so happy when i see them on here or twitter :3

And then @ursifors who has created some of the most awesome art in this fandom. Just the way you draw the AH members (and Jeremy lbr) is so incredible and fun to look at. Your shading and the way you draw expressions are always the best. Like the way you nail people's faces is just 👌👌👌👌

51) Any videos, series, podcasts, etc. you’d recommend to new fans?

Would definitely recommend Red Web (how can I not?) if you're into spooky things and conspiracy theories, but for general AH stuff I would recommend Off Topic because that is always a good, tho sometimes chaotic, way to get a feel for the vibes at AH. As for videos, any Between the Games and Shenanigans videos are always great to watch. Series wise, there are always MC and GTA videos, which are CLASSICS even if they're older and Play Pals which is 👌. Always recommend those. Some more recent ones would be GMOD and 7 days to die. Also the Rage Quit anniversary video they came out like two weeks ago. That was an excellent video.

#hey a question #rtah #lapingumbar #ok that was so much fun to answer #i hope i didnt forget anybody in the author/artist section but if i did i luv u and the work you put into this fandom makes me #so unbelievably happy like u have no idea

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allieebobo · 2 years

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Allieee help I've been researching tennis to build my MC better and now I'm invested this is all your fault >:(

Also, curious: what does the tennis ROs play style look like, like who IRL is the closest to their play style?

First anon: you're the absolute cutest, and I take full and gleeful responsibility.

Second anon: hehe, the french open!! bumping this up because the French open will no longer be in full swing and I wanted to add a side-fangirl squee about Nadal.

Edit: OK so it took me so long that the French open is now over and MY BAE Rafa has done it again ((and whattt a trip that was)). Not even gonna put a spoiler alert because anyone who’s interested should’ve found this out by now.

Take another obligatory Rafa pic as celebration, because belated Rafa Nadal gushing is apparently part of my brand now. Cheers!

(P.S. I put the answer after the cut because I expect this level of tennis nerding out might not be for the average joe. feel free to share your theories as well!)

Rayyan is modelled after Nadal - single-track-mind determination, power and grit, aggressive topspin shots from the baseline. Most of all, Rayyan resembles Nadal in that they are both absurdly resilient, both physically and mentally. Both love the clay surface most, because they can pound ball after ball at their opponents in a brutal, punishing rally, and showcase their surprising ability to stay in the game, against all odds.

Tobin is modelled after Federer - an all-court player with unmatchable grace, finesse, and fluid versatility. I thought it'd be fun for the current no. 1 and no. 2 on the Cargill team to have this cool Nadal-Federer dynamic. Tobin is more-or-less solid on every surface, but like Federer, they do best on grass - with the ball’s slightly more unpredictable bounce, they’re able to hit beautiful winners with staggering variety.

Sam - Trick shot master, known for their creative showmanship and ability to work a crowd. But beneath their love for improvisation and joking around, there’s substance that people often don’t give them enough credit for. First, there’s the pure racket-wizardry and reflexes (not to mention imaginativeness) that characterises their playing style. Then, (and this one runs deeper) there’s a resilience and stoicism that comes with knowing that life can - and will - throw anything at you, and adapting to it is all one can do. And so, where other players would rage and throw their rackets, Sam would simply take it as it is, and crack a joke. Someone similar would be Mansour Bahrami, for reasons I touched on briefly here :)

Deepal, Max, Akimi - Counterpunchers, though Deepal is extremely fast and hence able to use their speed as an offensive weapon, similar to Gaël Monfils, maybe? Akimi is on the extreme end of the defensive spectrum, while Max is generally more unpredictable and leans more towards being a junk-baller - often slipping in a silly shot here or there (or perhaps has simply not grown into a rigid style yet). Both are more similar to Caroline Wozniacki/Chris Evert perhaps (sometimes the latter was described as a “human backboard”). All of them generally prefer clay surfaces, because clay is a little more forgiving, allowing them to drag out the rallies and wear their opponents down (or slide to the ball for unbelievable gets, in Deepal’s case).

Emerson, Blake - Emerson is a serve and volleyer, very quick to the net, aggressive and eager to end the point early. Sharp reflexes, superb in the air, with sharp smashes and dropshots. There aren’t many pure serve-and-volleyers left in the modern game, but Serena Williams has a similarly powerful serve and usually starts dominating the rally right from the get-go. John McEnroe is another example I guess! Blake is also a serve-and-volleyer, but a far less successful one, with a HUGE serve and good net skills, but not much else to back it up - sometimes, they get caught in front and struggle with passing shots (could be a better player if they had better judgment on when to rush the net).

Jacks, Lee - Like Tobin, Jacks is an all-court player with relatively well-rounded strengths, but Tobin plays slightly more aggressively, and is more likely to go for winners using their tactics and racket technique, while Jacks prefers to slowly build up a winning position and construct defensive-to-offensive transitions. Pretty functional on all surfaces. I’d say Tommy Haas might be the closest match, especially because Tommy is also considered one of the “best players to have never won a grand slam”, which seems to encapsulate the difference between Jacks and Tobin (at least right now). Similarly, Lee is a well-rounded player with a natural athleticism and sharp tactics. They’re good at reading people, but because their time is stretched too thin as it is (they’re in about three different clubs), they’ve never had much ability to focus solely on tennis.

#CT:OS #college tennis: origin story #asks #if #interactive fiction #nadal #french open #tennis playing styles #Rayyan #Tobin #Jacks #Emerson #Deepal #Max #Akimi #Sam #Blake #Lee

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hunter-sylvester · 11 months

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1, 8, 16, 17 & 22? For the choose violence ask game ✨

-cracks knuckles- let's go

(I got so fucking rambly I put in a cut so this doesn't clog everybody's dash lmao)

01. The character everyone gets wrong

It depends. My first thought was Hunter Sylvester. But I do see a lot of takes I agree with. I definitely wouldn't say everyone gets him wrong. I guess it's closer to maybe being about 50/50? But he's the character I've seen people get the most wrong I think. To the point where I wonder what fucking movie they watched cause it's not Metal Lords 2022 I know that much. The "he wouldn't say that" is strong.

The other answer would be Riley Finn (btvs) I guess. Because he is WIDELY hated by the fandom and there are just some scenes that I find really endearing. He has shitty moments, sure. He does. I'm not blind to those, nor do I excuse them. (Ultimatums are never ok!) But it feels like most of the fandom hates EVERYTHING about him and there is just an endearing quality to him for me. It's weird because my favorite Buffy character is Spike and it's not like Riley even makes it into my top 10. I don't love him as a character but I just...kinda like him?? Which is already in pretty stark contrast to most of the fandom I feel lol There is just something quite sweet about that goody two shoes soldier boy who's stressing out because everything he's ever been told is true and correct is crumbling around him. It's particularly the scene where he's helping Xander move that really does it for me I think. (I know you've been watching through Buffy for the first time and I don't think you've gotten to it yet so I'm trying not to be too spoilery) But yeah, I don't even have that strong of a defense of him at all. Again, I just…kinda like him. (disclaimer it's been a WHILE since my last watch-through, do not come for me)

08. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Eddie being a top/Dom. I have literally nothing to back that opinion up other than I prefer Bottom!Eddie + Top!Steve. I know I'm kinda the one that's wrong on this one but...I like what I like. And I shall be delusional about it lol

This one's not super common but tiny fandom so eh I don't see where people remotely get the idea that Hunter is into Clay. Nor vice versa to be honest. I don't think they're particularly on each other's radar one way or another. At most I feel like Clay would be like "he's kind of a dick...hope he's okay tho" (like after the party particularly) And I feel like Hunter forgets Clay exists when he's not actively standing in front of him.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I must preface this by saying I have NO ISSUE what so ever with polyamory. It's all good, there should be more rep and the societal bullshit stigma needs to go. That being said... I just don't like poly skullflower, personally. It's not for me. I don't see it. I don't get it.

Also x reader anything I just can't and I don't get why people like it but to each their own.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

Basically any fanart of Metal Lords, preferably Hunter (obviously). But I'll take pretty much anything T-T I would love to have more Metal Lords fics to read too but I'm extremely picky about Hunter's characterization so I don't even know what to say I want more of, we'd be here all day lol

22. Your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

I guess I truly don't think I've seen anybody else acknowledge that Kevin is a Fallout fan. Not necessarily my "favorite part of canon" or anything but I genuinely don't think I've seen anybody talk about it. And I do like it, I think it's really fun. (I was going to say Hunter's anxiety initially but I don't know if that is technically canon?? Or if the jacket thing (just the idea of it being one jacket not the whole scenario lol) can be counted as canon. Or even if Hunter being in love with Kevin can be considered canon. It's how Adrian played Hunter but it wasn't in the script. I would consider that canon but it's not widely ignored so...Fallout.)

Thank you so much for sending these 🤘 (And I'm so sorry it got SO wordy asjdlkalsjl)

From this ask game.

#answered ask #my post #itsfreakingbats #ask game

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ariapmdeol · 1 year

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Two more meta-fiction reccs because I too really really love them:

Redshirts by John Scalzi. Multiple new crewmates of a spaceship, after investigating a string of mysterious casualties, realize that they're extras on a bad Star Trek knock-off.

Last Dragon Chronicles by Chris D'Lacey: A children's series, but anything that's wrong with me can be blamed directly on this children's series. It begins when the protagonist, David Rain, moves into his new landlady's house so he can go to college. Said landlady, Elizabeth Pennykettle, makes clay dragons, each of which have a special talent. David receives a dragon which inspires him to write, so he decides to write a cute story about squirrels for his landlady's daughter. Then it starts to become apparent that his story is either manipulating or predicting the future. And also the dragons may or may not be alive. Among other things.

It gets crazier from there. The first book could easily be realistic fiction with some very ambiguous supernatural elements, but by the last book, time travel and alternate universes are both in play.

(Books, in order, were The Fire Within, Icefire, Fire Star, The Fire Eternal, Dark Fire, Fire World, and The Fire Ascending, if I recall correctly.)

i've actually read the Redshirts! absolutely loved it, will 100% recommend it to anyone interested in either Star Trek, metafiction, or crack treated seriously, its fantastic! i've read it multiple times over at this point and it still means so much to me <3

i will add the Last Dragon Chronicles to my list!! that seems REALLY great i love messing with the narrative and time travel and alternate universes, that is all SO right up my alley oh my god

ALSO I DO HAVE SOME METAFICTION RECS OF MY OWN :D

Aria's Story is an RPGMaker game about a girl (named Aria) who falls asleep in a library, and wakes up having been locked in! In her journey to find a way out, she gets swept up into a really intriguing world of books, genres, and some mysterious characters! It's really fun, has 5 endings, and is relatively short!

MY SECOND REC is, predictably, Cell of Empireo. I realize the eng translation is several videos long but I PROMISE IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD. it has consumed my brain my cells have been so empireo'd the TLDR IS: 28 year old Haruki Atou is working in a detective agency, and his coworker, Eiji Shinano, has gone missing. His phone's last known location was within the grounds of the Empyrean Heaven Research Institute, a cult/religious organization which draws elements and inspiration from Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy (which is also metafiction). Atou's goal is to go find and rescue Shinano, and figure out what exactly is going on in this institute... I REALIZE THIS DOES NOT SEEM LIKE METAFICTION AT FIRST BUT I SWEAR IT IS. I CANNOT SAY ANYTHING BECAUSE IT WOULD BE SO MANY SPOILERS BUT I PROMISE,, I PROMISE ITS COOL AS HELL,, [redacted] is so meta and they drive me insane. there are hidden timers that determine whether characters live or die and I THINK they're there to make getting the best ending first try more difficult, and to encourage you to try again (thus giving you the player more knowledge and there being an additional meta aspect to this). I'm pretty sure that There is a canonical reason for having save files (i have a theory AND evidence that supports this). There is a headless rat.

>has written an entire metafiction coe theory rant post i am a sane and normal rpgmaker game enjoyer

#aria rambles #aria answers #stainedglassthreads #media recs

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solradguy · 2 years

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i know that you focus more on the main main characters but venom for the ask game ?

I love Venom so much, I wish he was more than just like a tertiary character in the series 😭😭😭 I need to draw him.......

🎱 Overall opinion of them:

SO good. I love his design, his playstyle, and his lore (for the most part lol). He's canon-confirmed gay AND he's not a stereotype???? AND!!!! he gets a good/happy ending???? Thank you Mr. Ishiwatari and ArcSys. I suck at playing him though lmfao (also Venom is a great band)

🎱 Gender/sexuality headcanons:

He's gay. I don't have anything in canon to point at to support it even slightly, but I think it would be easy to headcanon him as trans masc too. Maybe I'm just projecting too much, but if I was hot after top surgery I'd wear an outfit that perfectly framed my chest too hahah

🎱 Favorite moment in canon:

When he gets to open a little bakery with his severed floating robot head BFF and lived happily ever after 💖

🎱 Favorite line, in canon or otherwise:

I like his victory line against Bridget in XX because if you don't know anything about either of them it looks like complete nonsense:

"Your technique is perfect, but I saw it coming. A yo-yo isn't enough to defeat me."

🎱 Characters I love seeing them interact with:

I am DYING for a slice of life extra story with Venom and Robo-Ky running the bakery and not a single actually bad thing happens to either of them. Millia can be in it but Zato isn't invited.

🎱 Last thing before sleeping headcanons:

This guy puts so, sooooo, so much effort into his hair there's no way he doesn't have like a 42 step routine every night to make sure it's silky as possible in the morning. He probably has a custom-made sleeping cap he wraps it all up in to keep it from getting tangled or frizzy/damaged too.

🎱 Sleeping habits headcanons:

I think Venom is really bad at sleeping and if he didn't put an almost obsessive amount of care into his appearance he would have eyebags so heavy they went over the weight limit for most airlines. He's had such a messed up life and has done so many horrible things it haunts him and keeps him from sleeping well. He wakes up a lot for night walks to clear his mind or other things to distract him until he gets tired enough to try sleeping again...

🎱 First thing after waking up headcanons:

Hair routine lol. Before opening the bakery: making coffee with like 3 shots espresso. After opening the bakery: putting the kettle on for tea. What kind of tea varies by whichever special his favorite tea seller was offering that season, but he strikes me as the kind of person who enjoys floral teas the most. Something with rose hips/jasmine and a green or white tea base.

🎱 Favorite locations headcanon:

Hmm... The area his bakery is in looks like it would have a bunch of those little shops run by local artisans. I think Venom would like to browse those and chat with the artists, especially the ones that make little handmade clay pots (with drain holes!) in earthy-colored cracked glazes. I can imagine Venom keeping a small indoor herb garden that he uses for his baked goods.

#ask memes

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Dear trans folks, The world will find enough ways to take us apart and make us feel ugly. Do not do their work for them.

In particular, I am addressing other trans mascs, especially white trans mascs, because I notice we have a tendency to take the "self deprecation" chapter out of the white cis masculinity handbook and run with it. Now, I could get sidetracked pointing out the ways white cis men use self deprecation as a form of power to get people to fawn over them and avoid accountability while also seeming vulnerable and harmless, but that is another horse in another race. I could also get sidetracked on the ways in which white trans mascs perpetuate harm against trans mascs of color when we start howling about the hideousness of trans masculinity, because said howling blends up with the ways racism demonizes and dehumanizes Black and brown bodies for deviating from white supremacist beauty standards, but trans mascs of color will speak to this with far greater understanding and nuance. So I will name that white supremacy and colonialism are also in play here and not go down that rabbit hole. (And no, I'm not saying self deprecation doesn't show up for trans women and nonbinary trans femmes, but a) that from what I have seen, takes a different form in terms of actions and expression. and b) I'm not trans femme have not lived that experience and am sure as shit not gonna holler from the other neck of the woods about what that wide umbrella of people should do to love themselves better) Back to why I am hollering for trans mascs specifically to think twice before they crack jokes about being "sewer rats," scrunkly, hideous, goblins, etc. Who does it serve to call yourself ugly out on the internet for all the world to see? Who does it serve to generalize your own body image feelings to all trans mascs? Because it's not helping you, and it's not helping that person in the closet over yonder who's terrified stepping out will mean becoming untouchable. Dysphoria sucks ass. Trying to figure out how you want to be and look in a world that is unkind and often outright violent to gender nonconformity is hard, scary, and sometimes sad. The more you feed the pain of these places, the harder it will be to leave them and feel the good parts of transformation. I'm not saying don't acknowledge your dysphoria and body image struggles. But I'm saying think about where and how to acknowledge them. Making TikToks and Tweets and Tumblr posts that frame trans masculinity as an ugly weirdness feeds transphobia and frankly is like lobbing a rock at other trans mascs who might stumble upon that shit in their feed. I've sucked my teeth many a time in the last couple months because I came across some human who was going through it and decided to denounce themselves and us all as ghoulies. I get it. I'm at a stage in life right now where I'm working through a new bubble of really bad body image and dysphoria shit. Some days I go through half my wardrobe just trying to find something that lets me look in the mirror without flinching. It hurts. It's hard. What helps me isn't taking how I feel about myself and making it a truth about me, or people of a similar gender. What helps is talking to people who are also on the sad boi trans bus and being like "The Weather Is Fucking Bad Man." (Find them on forums, at support groups, at meetups. Share with the trans friends you have) Because half the time I'll get the echo back of "Ohhhh same same same, this is shit. What're you doing about it for you?" And then we share. We share what's helping us and what are the things that hurt. We talk about our fears about how others will treat us about how we'll treat ourselves. We talk about our hopes, of how we want to be understood, feel witnessed, be held by ourselves and others. And I recognize I'm neither ugly, nor alone. I am forging myself into the person I want to be, shaping my body like clay. And that can never be ugly.

#transgender #trans #trans masc #nonbinary #trans man #dysphoria #negative self talk #body image

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Last Line Tag

I have so many of these backlogged, lol. Seriously, it's ridiculous. But I'm going to use them as motivation to actually get some proper writing done again, so I'm saying it's fine!

Tagged several times by the wonderful @winterandwords, thanks!! Because you've tagged me a few times, I'm using that as an excuse to post a slightly longer thing. This is unedited and whatnot, but I love the contrast of timid, terrified Ailin at the start who thought power was about fear and control, and Ailin here at the end.

Last thing from Deathdancer! This is part of the final confrontation with Jevesh (the mastermind of the plot) and Orvon (the assassin Jevesh hired that Ailin just turned against him with the power of Evidence)

Not entirely sure why, but unable to help it, Ailin stepped inside. The wagon shifted slightly with her weight, and Orvon barely glanced back before turning his full attention on Jevesh again.

“You,” hissed Jevesh, eyes bulging for an instant at the sight of her before he got his face back under control.

“You weren’t lying,” said Orvon, quietly, not looking at her.

“She was,” hissed Jevesh. “She is! She’s playing you! She’s gotten inside your head, twisted it all up with politics and ploys. This is why I point your blade, man! To avoid these sorts of schemes muddling your thoughts!”

He was desperate, all the effort of a scream held in every whispered word. Ailin couldn't blame him. She'd faced down Orvon's sword before. They all knew Jevesh was staring his own death in the face.

“You think a sword is all it takes to kill people,” said Orvon, his voice flat, empty as a desert horizon in the night. “You think I don’t have to consider the politics of it. You think I don’t have to know how every little world works before I walk through the cracks no one else can see. You think I don’t need every bit the intellect you do.”

Jevesh licked his lips once, back ramrod straight, hands curling into fists. Ailin took a slow step forward, then another, moving along the edge so she could see the side of Orvon’s face. It was as terrifyingly neutral as his voice. He may as well be a nameless clay model, made by some artist so skilled in anatomy they forgot that emotions existed.

“I am cheating Hazarys themself,” Orvon breathed, "Taking life before time decreed it. You think that could be done by a simpleton, Jevesh? Do you think you alone could defy a god?”

Jevesh’s eyes darted to Ailin, almost pleading. Orvon followed the movement, and glanced at Ailin.

“Why did you follow me?” he asked. “You know how this ends.”

“I know how you plan it to end,” Ailin shrugged, chest aching, muscles cinching around her lungs with the shear audacity of what she was doing. “It’s not the same thing.”

“And how do I plan it to end?” Orvon raised an eyebrow.

“Death.”

Jevesh shuddered slightly, the authority in his stance rapidly falling away now, shattering into fear.

“You can’t save everyone, girl,” sighed Orvon. “I’m not sure why you try.”

“And you can’t kill everyone,” Ailin countered. “I’m not sure why you try.”

The ghost of a smile twitched the corners of Orvon’s mouth. He shifted a half-pace aside, letting Ailin move forward to fully face Jevesh.

She stepped up slowly, infinitely aware of the knife still hanging in Orvon’s right hand, but her timesense stayed still.

“I’m not here to help you,” Ailin told Jevesh, quietly. “I’m here to arrest you.”

“As if,” he scoffed, all bluster and bravado and blatant terror. It made her stomach twist, guilt winding between her ribs, pressing painfully with every breath. This isn’t power. It never had been.

“Which would you prefer?” asked Ailin. “That I leave you to Orvon’s version of justice? Or that I take you to face the full might of the city you’ve wronged?”

She could give him that choice. Death or capture. Maybe it wasn’t much of a choice. Maybe it was the farthest thing from mercy she could offer a doomed man. But it was all she had left.

Because however it ended, it ended today.

“Why do you care?” asked Orvon, frowning at her. “You have the chance to get justice against the root of all your problems, and you cast it away?”

“What you’re talking about is revenge,” said Ailin. “And what I’m talking about isn’t justice.”

Both men stared at her. Jevesh had almost stopped breathing, eyes wide and unblinking.

“You tried to ruin so many lives,” Ailin met his gaze. “This is just an answer to that. One of many, I’m sure. But that isn’t revenge, and it certainly isn’t justice. Just one of many solutions. Make your choice.”

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The New Sibling

Chapter 13. Bye-Bye Goose

Synopsis: When Sylvie and Mobius are out of the house, Thor accidentally breaks one of Sylvie's belongings and needs to clean it up.

Word count: 1,177

Stand Alone?: yes

Warnings: swearing

Notes: I originally wrote this chapter as an exercise for my creative writing class, so I'm glad it was able to find new life as a fic chapter.

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“Shit-shit-shit,” Thor swore when it happened. He knew it would happen, it was only a matter of time before it happened, but the panic still hit him as if this wasn’t some scenario his mind had played out over and over and over. As if this wasn’t some scenario he had sworn to himself to fix before it could happen.

“She,” Loki tried to imitate.

“No, no-no, do not use that word,” Thor tried desperately to correct his little brother.

The toddler giggled and tried repeatedly to say it.

But even Thor couldn’t help himself as he tried to section off that one part of the kitchen in a rush and properly survey the damage. “Shit,” he tried to mumble under his breath this time as he noticed the fragments peppering every crack in the floor tiles.

The toddler fiddled with a large piece of broken ceramic, turning it over in his hand.

“Can we put that down so I can clean it up, please?”

Loki looked up at him, squatting over the pile of shards like an archeologist on a dig.

“Please, can we put that down?”

Oh, so there was something at stake here… Loki considered. He pretended not to hear his older brother. “Goose!” he pointed out.

“Yes, I know that was Sylvie’s goose, now hush.”

“Dead goose…”

Too late, the dots had been connected, the conclusion was drawn. The fantastic ceramic goose which had ornamented Sylvie’s wonderful home before she had moved in was now gone, reduced to microscopic fleks of clay and glaze and sharp glass-like pieces.

Loki paused his investigation and rolled backwards onto his bottom, spreading out his legs to sit and consider what the death of this beloved household object would mean.

Thor rushed to pick him up before the motion could be completed. “No! Nope, we do not want you hurt,” he told the little as he brought him over to the playpen. Far enough away from the mess to be safe, but close enough so that Thor could still keep a close eye on him. He turned on the television and tried to get the toddler to lose interest so he could make sure Mobius was still napping and clean up before Sylvie got home, but Loki climbed over the pen’s barriers to watch the cleanup, leaning his head on the back of the couch. “Goose bye-bye,” he lamented.

“That’s alright, Sylvie can always get a new one.” Thor took a deep breath as he said it; God, he hoped that was true.

He heard keys in the door and resisted the overwhelming urge to swear again.

Setting the large pieces on the counter, Thor tried to sweep up the small ones from the cracks.

“Mumma!” he heard. “Mumma! Mumma! Tor broke. Goose bye-bye. Dead.”

Why did he have to open with that? Thor thought. All he could talk about just minutes earlier was the painting at daycare and his pet plant finally growing, but now it was all about the goose, huh?

The toddler worked himself up into tears by telling Sylvie these things. “Goose dead!” he cried, clinging to her.

Sylvie bit the inside of her cheek as she made her way to the kitchen, keeping the little boy hugged close to her side.

She was trying very hard to keep her tone neutral and relaxed as she took a deep breath. “You broke it?” she asked.

“Um… yes. -And I’m very sorry that it happened,” Thor hurriedly sputtered.

Sylvie pressed her mouth into a thin line. “Well… that’s too bad.”

“I can get you a new one-”

“Don’t. Don’t worry about it. Thirty-three years is a long time for a goose.”

Thor could see tears starting to form in her eyes, but he was slightly distracted by the tear-dampened spot on her shirt Loki had been able to create. Who knew a little could hold that many tears for a ceramic goose that he had never shown any interest in before. He could be an actor, Thor mused to himself as he peeked into the nursery.

Mobius was just barely waking up, not in a grumpy or sad way, either, and it seemed like the shattering noise had been severely cushioned by the gentle lullaby noises in the room and the closed door. As he considered that good enough and rushed back down the hall to clean up, Thor finally processed Sylvie’s words.

“Thirty-three, really?”

“Mhm,” Sylvie pursed her lips. “Grandma made him for me…”

“Make?” Loki asked, picking his head up. He was slightly red and his curls were disheveled, but he didn’t seem all that sad.

Thor’s stomach sank. “Would it make you feel better if you shared while I cleaned up?”

“Shared?” Sylvie asked.

“Yeah, talk about it a little bit, a eulogy of sorts.”

“She gave him to my mother the day I was born. He was always in my room despite being a cookie jar… I used to hide my money in him like a piggy bank,” she smiled a little bit as Loki began to want to wiggle away from her grasp, but she hugged him close anyway, disregarding his request, at least until he let out a loud whine and finally pulled himself away.

“Where are you going?” Both of the adults asked in unison.

“Um, help-ah,” Loki smiled as he toddled off down the hallway.

Both Sylvie and Thor turned to one another to question who was going to make sure he didn’t get into trouble, but by the time they mutually decided on an answer, he was already coming back with three canisters of Play-Doh which he set down, each individually with a loud thunk, onto the tray of his highchair.

He hopped up onto the seat and began getting to work, taking the globs of clay out of their canisters and beginning to sculpt as Thor got out the vacuum and Sylvie decided it was a good time to go grab her other baby, and give him some time to play and socialize.

She tried to make conversation, and so did Mobius, gently trying to coax him into conversation, but Loki wouldn’t listen or respond except with noises of “I’m busy.”

However, he did eventually present his work to her, getting up to show her the creation nestled in his hands.

His own, messy take on a goose, The goose, with little blue bonnet and all.

“Oh!” Sylvie grinned with the heartfelt excitement of a child. “A new goose? For me?”

“Baby!” Loki grinned. “Um, egg!” he tried to explain, giving his goose its own origin story.

“Thank you, love,” she told him. “That makes me feel much better.”

Loki bashfully grinned, as she set it on the shelf where the old, much larger goose used to sit, and tickled his belly causing him to erupt into a fit of laughter.

“So… um, can I make you dinner?” Thor asked as he finally concluded that the ceramic was sufficiently cleared away.

Sylvie sucked in both her lips as she considered. “Sure, that sounds lovely.”

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