#What I *will* say is that both these characters had a similar curve in my interest in them.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

ISAT & Dungeon Meshi swap!

#in stars and time #ISAT #Siffrin #Loop #Dungeon Meshi #Thistle #Mithrun #This is incredibly self indulgent art but I've been doing commissions for other people - I can have this treat. #Two series that have me in a death grip right now and boy did the realization of the parallels between these characters hit hard. #Siffrin and Thistle are the “Forgot what it was all for” duo. The “I'm scared to let it go (it must be let go)” duo. #Loop and Mithrun are [REDACTED] [GO CHECK OUT THESE SERIES SPOILER FREE] #God I have so much to say about the Loop and Mithrun parallels. I won't here because I refuse to spoil people on ISAT. #What I *will* say is that both these characters had a similar curve in my interest in them. #Which is “I was ambivalent until the near end - where they then shot up to become some of my favourite characters ever.” #We love characters with an incredible arc that reframes them so intensely that you the reader will never be the same after. #Anyways! (rotates both these crossovers in my head at a rapid orbit and gazes at them fondly). #This is my sandbox and I get to eat the sand!!! #I've got some MDZS/ISAT swap content coming soon as well. My sand eating knows no limits apparently.

[meanbossart]

Another much overdue ask compilation! Some short-ish lore asks (Gale, Gort, DU drow relationships and pet-companion preferences) and a couple of art/advice ones sprinkled in. THIS IS BY NO MEANS ALL OF MY ASKS so as usual I appreciate everyone's patience!

I actually think he'd give them a pass entirely as soon as he noticed. Correct me if I'm mistaken but half-drow get No love from underdark drow and are usually surface babies right? So that fruit is miles away from the tree lol. I think he generally has a bit of a soft spot for mixed kinds since he himself feels like an amalgamation of sorts.

Thank you! They're kind of a pain in the ass to draw at times for that very reason but man I do like the look 😩if other people like it too then that makes it all worth it!

THAT'S TRICKY TO ANSWER BECAUSE OFTEN TIMES I'M NOT... REALLY TRYING. I've draw a ton of horror comics for mine and my partner's series' SAD SACK and SORTIE, so I think it just comes naturally to me 😅 also I do genuinely find expressive and, uh, rugged faces more attractive? (I think they look rugged, again that's what people tell me at least.)

I think the secret might be adding bits of realism in there. I get a lot of comments about the wrinkles and eyelashes I add to my art, as well as the way I draw individual teeth (though I've lately been making an effort to simplify my style in favor of drawing faster, so I haven't done that as much or in as much detail.)

Both symmetry and the lack of it can also add to that effect. I have employed both facial unevenness and almost point-perfect symmetry to achieve something a little frightening or otherworldly in my work. [MORE UNDER THE CUT]

Thank you so much!!! The contrast is very much intentional, that's what DU drow's character is all about ;)

Hahah well I somewhat doubt Bhaal would care that his spawn gets named, but either way he stripped himself of his name as soon as he killed his foster parents and abandoned the Underdark. He had a drow name that I jotted down somewhere but it's completely irrelevant because nobody has used it since he was a child, and he doesn't remember it (even pre-tadpole/having his brain scrambled.) Here's a little write up about his origins that might shed some more light on that: https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/739688837431836672/did-drow-ever-have-a-childhood-before-the-temple

And about his original drow-given name and the reason behind it: https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/741350986692591616/drow-had-to-have-been-given-a-name-by-his-adoptive

Everyone just referred to him as his supposed race, or as Bhaalspawn or Bhaal's child, and any other similar titles. Orin called him "kin" and "brother" and Gortash likely called him his associate. Post-tadpole the camp grows entirely used to calling him "the drow" and he has no desire to change that or to choose a proper name.

THANK YOU BOTH SO MUCH😭 no reason to be intimidated, I'm just some rando drawing BG3 fan art LOL I've been drawing since I was a child, and started taking it semi-seriously when I was 16 years old, so twelve years ago! That's around the time where I got my first non-display tabled and used that well into my twenties, prior to that I only did stuff on paper and liked to do inks color with pencils. I never really ventured into traditional painting at all except for a little bit of water-coloring in college.

Traditional and Digital art are very much different beasts. Which one you want to start with is, in my opinion, just dependent on what you want to do. Digital art gives you a lot of tools that makes learning easier, but you might find yourself having much steeper of a learning curve if you ever decide to do traditional art instead. If you want to be good at both, you need to practice both, since the skill doesn't entirely translate from one medium to the other.

Naturally you will be able to draw well on either, it's just... Different. I will say though, that I think if you're still learning you should use whatever allows you to look directly at what your hand is doing, so either traditional or display tablet/Ipad. I have no idea what a non-display tablet would do to a beginner, but remembering my experience with it I feel like it might be a huge detriment to developing the skill (feel free to share your experiences in the replies if you disagree, as I would definitely be curious to read them!)

YOU KNOW ME BABY IT WAS MESSY AND COMPLICATED the tldr.: is that they were "buddies", absolutely no romance intended there on either mine or DU drow's part, but due to his nature the friendship was extremely weird.

Here's a couple of replies where I go into more detail about it: https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/739191190871818240/i-dont-have-a-particular-question-in-mind-sorry

https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/744952815768764416/so-not-sure-if-youve-covered-this-but-i-thought

That's definitely reserved for the vamp LOL DU drow very much enjoys when Astarion teases and fusses over him, and while Astarion probably got a kick out of acting that way around such a big and scary looking guy at first, I think by "now" (later and post-game) he's pretty much immune to DU drow's looks and just enjoys doing it in earnest.

He's not at all averse to being touched (even rather intimately) by close friends, but he wouldn't be quite THAT vulnerable with anyone else.

HE REALLY DISLIKED GALE... He irked him out by seemingly fostering a rather persistent romantic interest in him for at least half the time they spent together (very much based on my interpretation of their in-game interactions at the time, though my Gale might have been a little bugged.)

But also they had a... Fairly in depth relationship still? Gale was a staple in my party, and even though I antagonized him constantly by the end of the game it still felt like they had so much weight in each other's lives, if that makes sense. I might need to do a bit of an "update" on the DU Drow/Gale lore sometime, I feel like I've had some thoughts since that warrant more exploration of their dynamic (you can find a lot of old asks about it if you just search the Gale Dekarios tag in my blog though).

The gist of it is that DU drow found him arrogant and duplicitous, his constant optimist irritated him to no end and felt like it veiled a stream of self-pity (two things DU drow despises) Gale's attempts to get through to him only added insult to injury. By the end of the game he decided to pursue the crown of Karsus and this only lost him even more respect in Drow's eyes, seeing as he doesn't value godly power at all.

I was pretty overwhelmed by the game at the start so I actually missed a lot LOL including Scratch. I did get the owlbear cub though, which DU drow gladly welcomed into camp since it was injured - but I think he would have wished for it to remain a wild animal and to return back to it's home after it had grown up a bit. He didn't really make a "pet" out of it more than he just looked after the little guy in the way it's mother might have, probably with Shadowheart's help.

He wouldn't be opposed to proper pets though if one were to stumble into his life. He'd definitely be more of a cat guy because of their independence and strong little attitudes.

It is very hard to build proper rapport with him. He will be "friendly" to most people who have a good sense of humor about them, but friendSHIP is another thing entirely.

I think it's kind of circumstantial. He's very economical in his relationships and doesn't really seek them out at all - so a situation where he's forced to be in someone's company might be the only way to develop a bond with him, as he doesn't appreciate insistence either and that's more likely to push him away. He doesn't value status or titles either (kind of looks down on them really) so that won't help.

I think he just likes people who are true to themselves and their nature, sometimes even if the nature is one he disagrees with at it's core. This is why he liked Gortash, why he and Shadowheart got along so well, and why him and Astarion fit together so seamlessly despite seeming so different. Likewise I think it's why he didn't jive with people like Gale or Wyll, because they seemed to be rather... Dishonest with themselves and their own end-goals.

#ask compilation #DU drow lore #ask

[f1daydreamers]

𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 [𝐋𝐒𝟏𝟖] 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

photo credits: Pinterest

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader

Summary: Asking the driver of the team you work for to attend a wedding with you as your fake date is possibly one of the dumbest ideas you’ve had ever.. but also one of the best.

Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, one bed trope oop

A/N: Thank you all so much for the love on the first chapter, you guys are incredible :') Here's Part 1 if you haven't read it yet or want a recap!

Word Count: 2.1k (8 minutes reading time avg)

…

"Your Dad, your sister, your brother, they're great." You didn't add anything on to Lance's sentence, heading out of the venue your brother had extravangantly booked for a rehearsal dinner.

Being a lawyer marrying a real estate agent must have its perks.

"Your mum is.. certainly a character." You scoffed, knowing he probably had no intention of clearing up what he meant, assuming you'd understand what he was trying to say.

The sun had barely begun setting, the weather was cooler, and your home wasn't that much of a walk so somewhere between the few minutes it took for you both to leave the venue and reach the corner of the street, you decided walking would be the best option.

Lance just inattentively followed you, knowing you were his only navigation system.

He took a few brisk steps to catch up with your pace, the only comfort offered to you that you'd accept after a long day would be under the covers of your bed.

"In a rush?" You exhaled through your mouth, watching the puff of air escape from your lips.

"No, just want this day to end." You felt bitter about how your mother was acting, ignoring Lance then shooting you looks as if you were in the wrong was so typical of her.

Yet you were still surprised she'd go that low on such a celebratory occasion.

"You're.. chipper." The corner of your mouth twitched upwards and you mumbled a barely coherent word of confusion.

Lance laughed at your expression, "I heard one of your uncles say it, I like it."

You breathily laughed, shaking your head. "Trust me, no one says that anymore. My uncle uses slang he thinks would make him fit in. It doesn't."

He shrugs, stretching his arms outwards and only satisfied when he hears an expected 'pop' sound. "I think he's pretty cool."

Your lips curve into a smile, turning your head towards Lance who has a similar grin on his lips. "You should tell him that, he'll blush bright red."

You undo the latch to the front gate, pulling it wide open so the F1 driver can slide through, then you shut it behind him.

"Do you have a key?" Lance asks you, hopping up the final step of the patio. He extended your purse out to you in case it was in there but before you could answer his question, you paused.

"Why do you have my purse?" Trying to recall if you handed it to him but nothing sprung to mind.

"You left it on the table, I recognised it from this." He fiddled with the Aston Martin keyring Sebastian left the entire team as a parting gift in Abu Dhabi last year.

He brought it to your line of sight, proudly smiling.

You smiled back at him, "sharp eye Stroll."

"Thank you darling." That same look of confusion arose on your face again.

You looked away, your face warming slightly as you kicked the corner of the doormat to reveal a familiar key beneath it.

"Another one of my Uncle's terms of endearment?" He chuckled from behind you, the keyring making a faint clank sound as it hit the chain of your crossbody bag.

"Afraid so." You shook your head for the second time in this conversation, bending over to grasp the key between the pads of your index finger and thumb.

Slotting it into the hole, you pushed the door open and similarly to before, Lance easily maneuvered inside and past you.

He toed off his sneakers and picked them up with his two fingers hooked into the back.

You pulled open the drawer to the shoe rack, and he pushed them inside one of the empty spaces. You followed in his movements.

"Hungry? Thirsty?" He accompanied you to the kitchen. You flicked on the light switch and he went over to the kitchen island, leaning his elbows on the cold marble counter.

"Nah, I ate my weight in almonds already." He grinned, watching you pull out a jug from the fridge.

"Sucks having a rehearsal dinner with no dinner." You commented.

You poured yourself a glass of some freshly-squeezed apple juice. Your mum was always hellbent on having fresh everything when you were growing up, guess that habit still hadn't faded over time.

After a brief moment of chatter, you slung your bag around your neck, both you and Lance ascending the stairs to your bedroom.

As you pushed the door open and your hand searched for the light switch on the wall, you came to a sudden halt when the room was eventually illuminated.

Your heart sank to your stomach as you stared at the double bed in the center of your room.

He shut the door, wondering why you'd stopped moving all of a sudden before the realisation dawned on him and his words faltered halfway in his throat.

You glanced at him as his shoulder ghosted yours to stand besides you, his gaze met yours and both of you had a very similar look on your faces: the one that said 'this wasn't part of the deal'.

"Do you want me to open a window? It's a bit stuffy in here." He nonchalantly questioned.

You refrained from telling him that it wasn't stuffy because of the humidity, it was stuffy because there was an obvious elephant in the room that needed to be addressed.

You don't answer him, your mind in somewhat of a haze as you're trying to comprehend when the fuck two twin beds that you remember moving out from suddenly turned into one double bed.

"I'll open a window." Lance states, passing the inanimate bane of your existence to crack open one of the windows.

The idea of sharing a bed brought on a sudden discomfort, and without obvious reason. You'd shared beds with so many people before; friends, cousins, on sleepovers, girls' nights.

You dismiss the memories of physical contact earlier: Lance's hand resting on your thigh, fingers intertwined, and his touch on your back.

Consequently, you also disregarded the subsequent surge of butterflies in your stomach.

Those butterflies could have been easily set aside as mere surprise, and you also had no intention of experiencing them again. It took a considerable effort to convince the F1 driver to accompany you as your pretend date for a four-day weekend, so the thought of him ever entertaining any connection with you seemed entirely implausible.

Plus, you don't even like him like that.

Lance noticed you deeply lost in thought, biting the inside of his cheek.

"I can take the floor." Your eyes snap up to him stood on the other side of the room, leaned against the window pane.

Your eyes then flicker to the wooden flooring beneath your feet, shuddering while imagining how wildly uncomfortable that would be for a whole night, nevermind three nights.

"It's cold, and hard."

He shrugged, not caring much for his own discomfort. He reached over to grab his gym bag besides your suitcase, your parents had brought them in from your car this morning.

He unzipped the front pocket, fishing out his toothbrush.

"I dragged you out here so the least I can do is give you a bed to sleep in. I'll take the floor."

Lance hummed in disagreement, giving you a firm look. "Nope, not happening."

He pulled off his hoodie and dropped it on top of his gym bag, heading straight for the bathroom, already knowing where it was having had it shown to him before by your sister.

You took the time to change into your pajamas, digging through your open suitcase for your toiletry bag and simultaneously waiting for him to finish up in the bathroom.

After he had, he entered your bedroom once more and you found yourself staring at his bare arms, flexing with every little movement as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

The image of his muscles burned into your mind as you swiftly exited the room and set foot into the bathroom, locking it. You exhaled a shaky breath, taking out your toothbrush from your bag of skincare.

As you brushed your teeth then veered off into your skincare routine that followed, you only prayed that this weekend would go by quickly and smoothly. Something you'd been praying for since your brother had announced the dates of the ceremony.

After you finished up, you turned the light switch off and with a hesitant movement in your feet, you pushed open the bedroom door that hadn't been closed the entire way. Yet.

You saw Lance preparing to lie on the floor and told him to wait, hoping that if your parents hadn't been clearing out the remnants of your wardrobe as they had been with your bed, you'd find..

"Yes!" You exclaimed, tugging out the air mattress, keeping a hand on the tower of clothes you never took with you. Lance helped before laughing, you met his eyes as you lay the deflated cloud on your floor.

"Why do you have an air mattress in your room?" You blushed, "because of my sleepovers. I bought it spontaneously and look, now there's a purpose for it."

"Pump?" You whisked around again, now on your tiptoes as you tried to feel around the top of your wardrobe for a familiar cardboard box but ultimately failing because of your height, or lack thereof.

"Let me," Lance interrupted, extending his arm easily to the top. You looked down to the floor so your gaze wouldn't fixate on his bare bicep twice this evening, and eventually he lowered the box so it was within your grasp.

After pumping up the mattress, pulling on a fitted sheet and throwing him two of your pillows, you also threw him your thicker duvet.

Before he could complain, you stopped him. "I took the bed, you take the duvet. I've got a blanket." He gave in, sorting it out on his bed for the night, laying on his back after what felt like days.

You slipped into your blanket, resting your head on your pillow.

"Y/N?" You hum in return to his call of your name, turning your head to see him staring at the ceiling.

"The light's still on." You chuckled but before you could swing your legs over to the side, Lance was already up and going over to the far wall.

"Thanks." You add. He cautiously steps in darkness back over, careful as to not hit anything or hurt himself.

...

You wake up to find sunlight peaking through your windows, the cause of your slumber coming to its eventual end. But the man who fell asleep beneath the window isn't there, the blanket half falling off of the air mattress, the pillows tilted slightly.

Your eyebrows furrow when your eyes adjust to your room, but you also manage to half-remember that the blanket you were seeing on Lance's mattress was the one you'd fell asleep with a mere 8 hours ago.

The duvet you'd thrown at him now covering everything below your hips. You realised he must've swapped them at some point during the night when you were sound asleep.

After a few minutes, you sat up on your bed and left to brush your teeth, retying your hair into a low bun and splashing cold water over your face.

You skipped down the stairs, walking into the kitchen where most of the voices you were hearing were coming from, Lance's distinguishable accent being one of them.

"Morning sleepy," you smiled at him as he turned away from you and to the coffee machine, looking around to see only your sister and one of your cousins who'd stayed the night meeting your tired gaze.

"Where's mum 'n dad?" Daisy shrugged, "out."

She turned her attention back to your cousin so you headed for Lance, who, with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in his hand, swung around to see you.

You groaned happily at the sight of it, excitedly taking it into your hands. Coffee cheered you up. Lance chuckled, noticing the genuine twinkle in your eyes when he extended the mug out to you.

"Thank you." He nodded, and after a short moment's of silence, you looked at him.

"Did you.. swap the duvet 'round?" You questioned quietly, making sure the others in the kitchen couldn't overhear.

He smiled, taking a swig of his coffee before answering.

"You were shivering." He didn't add on anything else and from the gesture alone, that damned flurry of butterlifes erupted out of their cages again in your stomach.

"Well, I appreciate it. I guess my body did too." You joked, Lance nudging your arm with his elbow, a grin on his lips.

...

Part 3

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[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

UNCHAINED SANGUINEOUS HEARTMAKER {Guilty Gear}

Riding the high of a resounding Epiphany.

...Did I pull another "Desdinova" purely out of sheer A.B.A hopium? (I kept the lines sketchy, though, because I could not be arsed to try and mimic Strive's linework style again after the pain from last time ahjsdgajhsdgadk)

Yes. Yes I did.

So, those Season 3 character survey results, huh? The A.B.A hopium is real. I really do wonder what they'd do with her if she was brought to Strive, so I decided to try my hand at a "Strive-ified" A.B.A design.

Make sure to check under the cut for the "concept art" I made + their associated information.

So, design background info:

So, she's a... weirdo homunculus, right? An artificial human, created by a mad scientist she never met, so she was alone and never really learned how to... "people". That key in her head also keeps on reminding me of the bolts lodged in the sides of pop-culture-ified Adam's (Frankenstein's monster) head. She's also desperately trying to find a human(oid) body for the demon/magical foci Paracelsus/Flament Nagel, who she is deeply in love with. Artificially-created human, medical themes, artificial human form, deeply in love...

So what if she decided that, with her attempts at finding a body for him repeatedly failing (XX endings don't count, XX's canonicity is completely FUCKED lmao), why doesn't she just... create one herself instead?

In other words, the creation becomes the creator. Lil' bit of "Bride of Frankenstein" thrown in, if the guy making the bride (or in this case, groom) was the monster itself.

So, making her into a key-axe-wielding mad scientist homunculus.

I tried to make her pose reminiscent of a dance move, specifically a "dip".

I hope you like it!

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 01

The first drawing I got done of my design for A.B.A (featuring a base-shapes Paracelsus for scale). Featuring her color palette (F1 is base flesh, F2 is scarring, H is hair, B is bandages, C1 is primary coat color, C2 is secondary coat color, C3 is tertiary coat color, E is "edges", M1 is one of the metal colors, A is "accents", M2 is the second metal color, and the square below that is the eye colors), weird ragged patchwork "lab-coat", boot details, "branding", and some of the text on her design.

- The phrase printed along the front edge of her coat (and the heels of her boots) is "LOCK&SEE" (the "&" stylized to look like/replaced with a keyhole symbol), a spin on the phrase "Lock and Key", fitting with her obsession with keys and tendency towards twisting sayings/phrases into mondegreens. Also implies hiding something.

- The brand on the back of her coat is meant to look like the coffin shape on the back of Paracelsus's head during Moroha Mode, with the nose hole and right eye hole visible. Text above it reads "PARACELSUS" (with the P and R stylized to have curved horns in the back like MM Para), and the text underneath reads "FLAMENT NAGEL" (with similar "horn" stylization on the F).

- The scarring is damage from her not wearing proper protective gear during her experiments (because she doesn't seem like one to wear proper PPE lmao), much of it taking up most of the left side of her upper torso/arm (meant to mirror Strive Faust's stitching).

- She's both grimy and very... "DIY", so her stitching is very hodgepodge.

- The text along the stitching on the back of her coat reads "The More The Moodier.", a play on one of her mondegreen win-quotes in XX (against I-No: "People say "the more the gloomier", but she's just too much to take...") but with the same alliteration as "the more the merrier" which it was derived from.

- The brand on the right side of her shorts is the same as on her back, but without the "FLAMENT NAGEL" and with "PARACELSUS" underneath instead of above.

- The key markings (gloves, boots) all have the same key-blade shape as Paracelsus.

- I had some trouble figuring out some of her colors, as they differed between the sprites (blue metal, glove. and trim) and official artwork (dark brown metal + glove, blue trim), so I decided to have dark brown for the keys and dark blue for the studded trim and left glove.

- The laces of her boots and the buttons on her coat are meant to resemble Para's mouth stitches

- Made her head-key/neck keys have a little skull decoration similar to some of her XX art (it's very inconsistent).

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 02

The second "Strive-ified" A.B.A design sheet I made.

- Both of the large gloves look the same, with the red bands and Paracelsus-blade key markings.

- The dark blue left-hand glove is (mostly) the same. I like to think that it's her "woobie", what with her tendency to get attached to inanimate objects.

- The dark blue cropped tank-top is meant to only be visible in Moroha. The text reads "MOCK&KEY" (the "&" stylized to look like/replaced with a stylized keyhole symbol, the top part of the keyhole meant to look like a coffin), another spin on "Lock and Key" like the previously-mentioned "LOCK&SEE" compounded with her believing herself to be superior to humans. Moroha is what was locked-up.

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 03

Third sheet I made.

- Noting specific design changes during Moroha. Coat opens + key "eyes" gain red glow.

- Design for her head + neck keys.

- Design for her bloodpacks. Text reads "FRASCO". Symbol underneath meant to look like a "flask" shape made out of an upside-down keyhole.

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 04 (Para)

The fourth sheet I made, featuring Paracelsus and his colors.

I honestly didn't change much lmao. His design is already weird by GG standards, mostly just tweaked some things.

- Made his eyes asymmetrical. Right has small iris and no pupil, left has beady pupil. Wanted to make him look "cartoony (western) neurotic/nervous" while hinting at his "main" glowy eye in Moroha being his right eye.

- I blurred/smudged the blood along the bottom edge to imply that A.B.A dragging him around wore away some of it.

- I added some spikes to his collar for a "punk" look, which glow red in Moroha.

- I kept his mouth stitches in Moroha. The mouth-corner stitches remain, while the middle stitches are tied around his left horn.

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 05

The final sheet I made, featuring mechanic ideas, "meta" stuff, and a design for repurposing an older move into a reversal super.

- Non-replenishable resources don't really fly in Strive, so I decided to make them replenishable through an alternate version of Bonding (a.k.a Keygrab). One Keygrab variant for Moroha, one Keygrab variant for a bloodpack. Starts off with no bloodpacks. Max three bloodpacks at a time. Functionality basically the same as XX.

- Turned Altercation (i.e. Enter Goku Moroha) into a Moroha-exclusive reversal super. Goku Moroha is not something that flies by modern fighting game characters, let alone Strive, so GM would definitely get axed. Still keeping Altercation as an absolute weirdo of a move, taking different resources depending on how much she has of each.

- Not sure what to actually do with Moroha's function/moveset, but having an "Install" state is the big thing that defines A.B.A's playstyle, so she'd probably keep at least base Moroha.

- Evidence: Concealment becomes a full reversal that only hits one hit as opposed to three, because most people cancel it after the first hit anyway lmao

#Guilty Gear #A.B.A #Paracelsus #GG Aba #Guilty Gear Aba #GG Paracelsus #Guilty Gear Paracelsus #Guilty Gear A.B.A #GG A.B.A #Brackets Draws #Brackets's Art #long post #fanart #fan art

[fandomwritinga]

nitoku is cute, like hes NERDY HUT HES CUTE. like imagine nitoku’s taking pics of u in suggestive outfits and hes all like “oh i wanna use you as reference for my literature “ but in reality he just wants to keep pics of his partner being all sexy !!(n maybe jerk off to them when ur not there)

OH MY GOD NITOKU MY LIVE

I fr love how he looks

Anyways i made it nsfw i hope thats ok😵‍💫

Nitokuuuu

- my beloved

-

- So

- You start to think its weird when you read his stories and none of them have anything to do with the outfits

- But hey maybe he just hasnt showed you the ones that he needed the pics for !

- Yes thats it! Right?

- When he first brought it up he had some shame in him

- Afraid you were gonna laugh at him

- But you didnt

- Awwww… he cant believe just how nice you are to him!

- But just how far is he gonna go?

- The first time was just a pose of two characters really close to each other

- The fact that he had a hard on is besides the point

- The next time he needed something he gave you a whole outfit!

- You were a bit surprised to say the least but he is your partner you will surely help him out

- What you didnt think tho was that he is gonna take pictures

- But dont worry he will delete them !!

- Just give him some time to finish the story!! And surely he will delete them !!

- The poses keep getting more suggestive and intimate

- You keep complaining about the pictures but you dont push it

- The reason you dont is cuz you caught him jerking off to the pictures

- You think as long as its just for him there is no harm

- But you wont lie that the last one was your favorite

- He gave you a robe similar to his

- You were naked under it

- And so was he

- Safe to say you decided to get back at him

- You slowly spread your legs even tho the script didnt need it

- He was very surprised

- But you said its a better story this way! And he listened like a lost puppy

- He just kept looking at you, admiring you

- Your curves, your soft skin

- The robe is now of you shoulders and he is on his knees on the floor

- Painfully hard

- You start to push your hand between your legs

- He does the same

- Just until you stop him

- “W-what?!” You stop him because after all the script is about a lonely woman so you must act on your own

- He looks defeated at you

- You just continue your fun, toying with him

- You start pleasing your self, lost in the feeling, you dont notice him moving towards the script

- He grabs the script and scribbles something on it

- By the time you realize, you guys are fucking, robes still on

- You are on top and he is doing everything to keep you moving

- He is whining, bucking his hips, pleading for you to keep moving but you dotn move

- You know he is a fighter, way stronger than you, but you know he would never use his strength agains you

- You check the script for the part he scribbled in

- “Woman gets to cum thanks to sex by man”…. “Is this your life greatest work?” You look at him

- He just looks back and says “i was in a hurry” and bucks his hips into you

- You both let out a chuckle

- Your hands are on him, touching him constantly

- So you decide to have fun for a bit more

- You start riding him

- He is getting loud, talking about how nicely you squeeze him, how he cant wait to cum in you!

- But then you suddenly stop

- You get off and walk towards the door

- “No! no! Please! Where-wha” he asks sadly and surprisedly, still laying on the floor

- You naked body still partially coved by the robe turns around to him, your back facing him now as you just look back at him

- Your hand brushes the robe away from your ass, bending over a bit, you bum now fully sticking out

- “I think there were a few more scenarios and poses that the script had, right?”

- He looks baffled

- “YES!” He yells out

- He starts getting up and you just throw your robe at him, now fully naked

- He looks at you in awe as you run away into the house butt naked

- He smiles and takes his robe off too running after you laughing and blue balled :)

- Who knows what else was in the script?

#kengan omega #kengan ashura x reader #kengan ashura #kenganverse #kengan omega x reader #kengan nitoku

[acourtofthought]

Cassian Bonus Chapter Ending “I’ll mail the letter tomorrow morning.” Nesta paused with her hand on the knob and looked over a shoulder. “You know nothing about who I am, and what I’ve done, and what I want. And while we’re on the subject . . . Send someone else next time. If I see you on my doorstep, I’ll scream loud enough for the servants to come running.” He gaped at her, the pain ebbing enough that he could stagger upright. (Nesta had kneed him in the balls) But Nesta was gone, slipping down the hall, where some servant called out to her and she murmured a response

Cassian did not circle over the house. But he could feel Nesta’s attention as he soared for the wall. Even shielded from sight, he could feel those blue-gray eyes on him.The feeling chased him all the way back to Velaris.

Azriel Bonus Chapter Ending

Something sparked in Azriel's chest, but he only nodded his thanks and left. He could picture it, though, as he ascended the stairs back to the House proper. How Gwyn's teal eyes might light upon seeing the necklace. For whatever reason....he could see it. But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly. Lucien's POV Ending "When I sleep," she murmured, "I can hear your heart beating through the stone." She angled her head, as if the city view held some answer. "Can you hear mine?" He wasn't sure if she truly meant to address him, but he said, "No, lady. I cannot." Her too-thin shoulders seemed to curve inward. "No one ever does. No one ever looked - not really." A bramble of words. Her voice strained to a whisper. "He did. He saw me. He will not now." Her thumb brushed the iron ring on her finger. Another male's ring, another marker that she was claimed -

Cassian's POV features this line from Nesta: “You know nothing about who I am, and what I’ve done, and what I want.

And Lucien's features this line from Elain: Her too-thin shoulders seemed to curve inward. "No one ever does. No one ever looked - not really." They seem quite similar, don't they? Both have an Archeron sister claiming not to be seen by their mate. This is how SJM writes her romance. The characters might be inexplicably drawn to one another but it's not instant love, they don't know everything about the other from the start. Cassian's POV took place after meeting Nesta on only a few occasions and Lucien's took place when he met Elain for the very first time. They might have a general sense of what they need (i.e., Cassian saw beyond the physical for Nesta from the start and Lucien instinctively knew to take Elain to the sea (where their house in the human lands was or to a garden) but they're still learning about them as they go. Az's is a bit of a mirror to the above as well when he says he wouldn't call Gwyn a friend at that moment in time. Logically, why would they be friends? They had never interacted outside of training so it would be strange if they were friends all of a sudden (SJM is a slow burn type of author, can't you tell?). But it's not long until we get the sense Cassian really starts to understand Nesta, he realizes that one of her greatest frustrations is not being able to do more to protect others so he extends that to her. He studied Nesta for a long moment. His voice was rough as he said, "Five hundred years ago, I fought on battlefields not far from this house. I fought beside human and faerie alike, bled beside them. I will stand on that battlefield again, Nesta Archeron, to protect this house - your people. I can think of no better way to end my existence than to defend those who need it most." And it's not long after Lucien's POV that we see the same progression for him, where Elain wants to be seen and it's clear Lucien does. Where she's upset that her choices were taken away from her so he removes himself from the equation so she can go after what she wants (Graysen). "No - I didn't have time. I felt her, but..." A blush stained his cheeks. Lucien just stared and stared at my sister, as if he'd never seen her before. He glanced at Elain, who was again studying her lap. "I'm not need here. I'll fight if you need me to, but..."

And it's shortly after Solstice that Az understands Gwyn's desire to not be powerless again, where he shows admiration for the work she's done and believes in her ability to make it through the Rite. But the most important similarity in these three situations (I don't think you can include Chaol into this comparison considering he'd hadn't met Yrene in his POV and the humans of TOG didn't have fae mating bonds) is that their thoughts revolved around one particular female at the end: Cassian's POV ended with Nesta literally telling him not to come back or she'd scream for help though he felt her eyes on him as he flew away and he couldn't stop thinking about that fact. Lucien's POV ended with him struggling with the knowledge that Elain is engaged to another male and has no need / want for him. Azriel's POV ended with him being clueless as to why Gwyn's happiness sparked something in his chest. But each was left open ended, with unfinished business with those females. Cassian couldn't stop thinking about Nesta, Lucien was upset over Elain's betrothal and Az will need to eventually realize why Gwyn's happiness brought him such joy. Elain and Az are not unfinished business. He admitted that he would regret going back to kiss her and she returned the necklace. which signals that her business with him is done. Had that been the end of the bonus than maybe an argument could be made but since it ended with Gwyn, it's clear the direction the author is going to be heading down the line. Also, Cassians POV dealt with his emotions for Mor: And then there would be the matter of explaining it to everyone. To Mor. His blood chilled.

And Cassian had been jealous—of Mor’s shy glances at Azriel in those first few weeks. So when Mor had asked him to bed her . . . He’d done it. A jealous, stupid prick, he’d done it, and regretted it at that very frst thrust, when he’d felt her maidenhead yield to him, and realized the enormity of what she’d done.

He’d had lovers, some for a night and some for months, and Mor had never cared, but . . .This woman standing before him like a pillar of steel and fame . . . Cassian didn’t want to tell Mor about her. About how he’d touched her neck.

Lucien's POV dealt with his emotions for Jesminda: She had teased him, taunted him - seduced him so thoroughly that he hadn't wanted anything but her. She'd seen him not as a High Lord's seventh son, but as a male. Had loved him without question, without hesitation. She had chosen him. Betrayal, queasy and oil, slid through his veins. He'd said the same to Jesminda once. In order for a MMC to truly move forward with a FMC, we need to see them address the emotions for love interests of their past.

It's a curious thing then, that Az refuses to answer Rhys about Mor in relation to his actions with Elain. And probably why he's still clueless as to why the thought of Gwyn's happiness sparked something in his chest. He can't move forward with romantic feelings for her until he's ready to deal with his emotions for Mor. These are the important take aways from the Bonus POVs. Not that Cassian wanted a taste of Nesta and Azriel wanted a taste of Elain. Cassian confirms he had lust for Mor but that didn't mean anything. Lucien confirms he was ensnared by Jesminda's seduction yet they weren't endgame. What matters is the hard truths they're willing to face; Cassian acknowledging that he feels some guilt over being drawn to Nesta because of Mor and Lucien feeling guilt over being drawn to Elain because of Jesminda (with Az clearly not ready to face the truths of his past) and that the POVs ended with one female in their thoughts. Nesta (not Mor) for Cassian Elain (not Jesminda) for Lucien Gwyn (not Mor or Elain) for Az

#pro elucien #elucien #lucien pov #nessian #gwynriel #pro gwynriel #anti e/riel #acotar mates

[sarascamander]

If you love Kit and Ty, you HAVE to read the Adventure of Holloway Holmes — it gives the EXACT VIBE of KitTy. I'm not even kidding. We have two wannabe sleuths absolutely pining for each other, crimes to solve, amazing banters, and just so much more! One of the similarities:

1. The main character is Jack Moreno who Kit wished he was. I LOVE KIT but Jack stole my heart in a way he didn't lmao. They both are sarcastic, hilarious, independent and undeniably in love with their partner in crime. Honestly, being in Jack's head is one of the best experiences of my love. It's so fun!

I wanted to close my eyes. I wanted to smack my head against the steering wheel. Off the top of my head, I could make a list: some fairly good weed, a lot of addies, condoms (not that those were illegal), unopened vapes (those were), this rare tentacle porn manga that Ty Bryce had paid me for but asked me to hold on to. After I got out of prison in thirty years, I already knew, Dad was going to make me have a super awkward sex talk.

2. And Holmes aka H (as Jack fondly nicknamed because Holloway Holmes is such a posh name in his humble opinion) is so precious!!!! I want to wrap him in a blanket burrito even though he is actually capable of breaking my arm without blinking. But god! Someone needs to take care of him. Although it's never been specified in the book, I'm 80% sure he's autistic. Either that or he was badly abused (which he was). He reminded me of Ty by the way he speaks and acts.

I examined his face. Then I gave him a smile. He was doing a Holmes thing, not looking me in the eye, so I moved my head until he was. This was something we’d been working on.

3. You know how Kit will suddenly drift to a paragraph of how beautiful Ty is? Well, Jack Moreno might give Kit a run for his money (he's so obsessed with H's knuckles and the thousands of shades of gold in his hair, it's embarrassing)

He made a frustrated noise. Then he smiled. The expression was a little stiff; he wasn’t used to doing it, and it was another of those things that he was self-conscious about. I’d read about people who get up at two or three in the morning—on vacation, no less, when they’re in Hawaii—and then they drive hours and hours, and all of it is to see the sunrise from this one specific spot, and I thought, Come to Utah if you want something worth your time

Context: they're in Utah. Jack basically said that Holmes' smile is prettier than the sunrise!! 😩

4. Their relationship is literally so pure and one of the things that get me insane about them is their communication!! They always worked hard to communicate with each other and sort things out it's so satisfying to read!!

“I lied,” Holmes said, but he still wasn’t looking me in the eye. “I am angry with you.” “I guessed.” “I don’t want to do this right now.” “It’s good practice."

5. Their banter is *chef kiss*

“I’ll tell him it’s a sex thing.” “Good,” Holmes said. “He’ll be pleased that all your hours of mindless pornography are finally paying dividends.” My jaw legit dropped. “H!” “Desk, please.” “That was so amazingly bitchy.” “Desk.” “And, like, also kind of evil. Which I loved.”

And there are literally hundreds of reasons to read this trilogy if you are craving for Kit and Ty. And although their vibes are similar, they are also their own people. And words can't say how much I adore them. The story and relationship is really beautifully written. I honestly don't care much about the crime but I'm obsessed with these two

Some of my favourites quotes:

He sat there in silhouette, head down. I knew the curve of his spine. I knew the span of his shoulders. Anywhere, I thought. I could be anywhere and know you

“You are my soul, Jack Moreno. I do not know why John Watson wrote his stories that way, why he wrote himself so small, when he was so much more. I do not think I will ever understand. But I do not want to know what I would be without you.”

I knew that he was something more than me, something vast and wonderful that I could only touch the edges of. But for someone like me, the edge was enough—just a glimpse was enough. And, more importantly for right now, I knew what he sounded like when he’d been hurt, the quality of his breathing, because I’d hurt him in a way few people ever had. Which was why, in those rare midnight hours when I could be honest with myself, I knew it was better this way, as friends. Because I didn’t deserve him

“But he was so much more. Sherlock Holmes was a brilliant detective, Jack. He would have been that regardless of other circumstances. But he was a good man—he was a happy man—because of John Watson.”

“What do you say to that, I wanted to know. What am I supposed to say? What do you want me to say? But what I was really asking was, How am I supposed to do this again? I barely survived the first time; what am I supposed to do when you leave me again?”

I had seen, this spring, jacaranda blossoms so pale they were almost blue, trembling with the breath of the mountains. I had seen, when I'd been twelve, a foil of goldfinches flocking against the crushed dusk. I had seen a shooting star once, thinning across the sky like combed silver. And I had seen Holloway Holmes smile.

There's so much but I don't want to spam so I really hope you give it a try!!

#jack moreno #holloway holmes #ty blackthorn #kit herondale

[merakiui]

Mera~

I hope you are well today!

Do you happen to have some spare change? And when I say change I mean headcannons? My simple simp mind is wondering how some of the Yan boys would treat a chubby darling?

Sorry if you've done this, I'm still digging through your blog.

-Rolly Polly

OOOO yes yes!!! I absolutely have plenty of spare change!!! Forgive me for not writing all characters, but I had the most thoughts for the ones listed below!!! :D

I must mention my beloved tako first. He adores every inch of you, even your chub! Especially your chub!!!!!! He refuses to hear any negative talk regarding your body; he absolutely loves it. In Azul's eyes, every part of you is all he could ever ask for! He's obsessed with you, so naturally he'd be obsessed with your body as well. He's always hyping you up in private, lavishing you with so much genuine praise and adoration. Though he has a tendency to be deceptive with others, he will never lie when it comes to his love for you. So when he says you're perfect, he sincerely means it. (Also, he is a big lover of thick thighs. <3)

The tweels also lavish you in so much praise and love (so much it's actually very overwhelming at times). Your body is such a pleasant contrast to theirs, where they're all rough edges and bones and lanky limbs you're so soft and curvy and absolutely wonderful! Floyd loves hugging you because you're so fun to squeeze; he could stay attached to you forever; it's so comfortable to just cuddle against you. <3 often you'll find yourself sandwiched between both of them hehe. Eel sandwich... orz I think they'd like to be crushed between your thighs, but Jade likes it the most! I also think he would want you to wear lots of lingerie. Of course he won't force you if it makes you uncomfortable (he politely insists), but if you're locked in the twins' room and they're your only source of communication both he and Floyd are going to pull all the stops when it comes to convincing you. Jade likes how you fit into lacy frills and so does Floyd; you're just so adorable. They love you, love you, love you!!!! If you're self-conscious or can't see yourself in a positive light, they'll fuck you in front of a mirror every single night to prove to you that they only see their beautiful darling.

Vil is also similar. I think mirror sex is a guarantee with him because it baffles him if you can't see your beauty (naturally he has to show you, and what better way than to sit in front of the mirror and have you pinned on his cock while he presses kisses into every inch of your skin, whispering the sweetest praises). Vil always speaks the truth when it comes to beauty, so you know he will never, ever lie to you. He knows for a fact that you are beautiful and perfect in every way. And he gives such good advice when it comes to fashion! If you want to try a new style, he's the first one to help you pick statement pieces and pair various accessories for an outfit that accentuates all of the features he loves so very much.

AND ROOK!!!! OOOOHHH MR. ROOK HUNT!!! He puts Azul to shame. If you think Azul is the best hype man, you're so wrong. Rook is so infatuated with you. Like Vil, he's also so shocked if you can't see just how perfect your body is. He loves to hug you from behind, to feel all of your plush curves beneath your clothes, to bestow the softest, sweetest touches to you, as well as giving you lots and lots of compliments. Rook also never lies when it comes to beauty, and he thinks all bodies are beautiful. Naturally, your body is also beautiful. Omg he's just so in love with you... T_T <3 he may be holding you captive in one of the many villas his family owns, but ooohhh does he adore you to the moon and back. He waxes so much poetry about you. He's also another one who helps improve your relationship with your body if you're self-conscious (and also another lover of mirror sex hehe)!!! He's just so loving and sweet and supportive and 100% obsessed. After all, you are the most beautiful in his world.

OMG AND TREY!!!!!! AAAAAAA OTL he loves you so much. He thinks you're so precious aaaaa omg!!!!! >0< he's always so sweet and supportive. Also another one who will help you overcome your self-consciousness. I think Trey likes to fuck you in missionary so he gets a view of your pretty body (and also so you're unable to hide yourself if you're nervous or self-conscious during intimacy). Aaaa he's just so genuine. How can you not love him when he's a big sweetheart who also knows how to bake delicious sweets (all in your favorite flavors)? Sure, he may be unhealthily obsessed with you. But details, details!!!!

#twisted chit chat #rolly polly anon #yandere twst #n/sfw

[taybatwo2]

Another Magic Mixies Pixling Review!!

This time of Marena and how she compare to similar themed dolls.

So many fins and shades of blues!

Here is a close up of Marena herself. She’s really cute (I have been loving the Pixling dolls). She’s similar to the other dolls in the line, with a ball joint in the head, shoulders, hips and elbow joints, a (very nice) fabric skirt, and a molded on top.

She’s supposed to be a mermaid Pixling, but she gives me more of a water nymph vibe…..yup, that’s just going to be my head canon.

A close up of her face up. Her screening is lightly pixelated, but it’s not distracting like what Mattel uses on their Fashionistas. I love the little scale pattern around her eyes and wish that’s what would have been printed on G3 Lagoona’s forehead. Her ears look to be added on as separate pieces and have a tiny bit of glitter in them.

While her shirt is molded on, it is a very cute mold and “ties” around the back. The extra molded detail, paint, and unique design adds to her cuteness (they could have just had the same top design for all the dolls, but instead they have made separate molds for all the characters….so far). Her skirt is silky (but not the paper-like silk that Disney/Jakks Pacific/Mattel uses), hemmed, with a tule around the bottom (along with the cut, it is is reminiscent of a mermaid tail).

Even the shoes have cute little pear, heart and scale patterns (matching her skirt). More under the cut:

Marena was swarmed by some adorable, big haired aquatic monsters. Marena meet the Mermalades! I always like to compare the Pixlings with Moose’s Zelfs. Their ancestor of sorts.

Marena likes the look of these sea buddies.

Mermalade is a darker blue, and the newer Mermalades actually has more fins than Marena does (I wish she did have some webbing in between her fingers and maybe some fins off of her forearms). Interesting to note, that the fins are more curved than the pointy fins Marena has.

She actually has a much closer color pallet to Sealia or Oceana. But I do not own these little guys…yet.

Huh, something scared them off….I wonder what it-

Well that is startling, but not an usual sight around my house. “Is this how you treat your dolls?!?”

No no no, this Taylee Turtle Enchantimal was going to be a Monster High custom…and that’s as far as I got…

“I can’t see anything!! Hello??”

Don’t worry Taylee, you’re doing great.

Enchantimals are about the same height as Pixlings, but have smaller proportions. They also have opposite joints (well, at least Taylee has knee joints, I don’t believe most Enchantimals have these). You can also see how basic the molded (granted I acetoned some of it away) and fabric pieces are compared to Marena. I mean it’s not really a fair comparison because I think of Marena as more of an aquatic mammal, fish, or amphibian and Taylee is more of a:

Here are Dolce Dolphin and Sedda Seahorse.

Yeaaaaah, the skirts might look a bit more inspired, but none of them have fins sculpted to their legs or arms, and their shirts are still kinda boring. Also wanted to compare her to this unreleased mermaid Novi Star, just because her decorations around her eyes and her large ear fins reminded me of them….and actually the large head, small torso and hands are kinda reminiscent or Marena too, huh….

Okay, Taylee wandered off when I was looking at the other Enchantimals and Nobvi Star concept, soooo, let’s compare Marena with Ebbie Blue, the youngest of G2’s Blue family.

“She’s like a mini me!” She is both less and more detailed than you Marena (I LOVE the scales on the arms and under her pigtails, her little fins on her arms, and how the scales merge into her tail, but she can’t tip her head up and can move her arms out).

Also, she’s got widdle, round fingers that look like they have not finished growing.

Let’s compare you to someone a bit older: Kelpie Blue from G2!

“Look at her sharp toe-nails, and those shoulder spikes! I think she’s more sea monster than nymph.” “Is someone saying something down there? I can’t move my head down to see.”

Well….that’s a little better. Kelpie has really cute and unique scales, fins, and shortened webbing in between her fingers, but her articulation is REALLY poor (she can’t move her head up/down, or move her arms/legs out).

Her ears were also added on later, like Marena’s.

“I wonder if all dolls get stiffer when they grow up?”

“I dunno, I have a torso joint that es magnífica.”

“Are you a sea monster too??”

“Sí! But don’t worry I won’t eat you up, you’re too cute like my Señor Squishy.” “Whoa!!”

“Let me introduce you to more Lagoonas.”

After chasing the speedy G2 around, she finally got to look at her tiny little ear fins while playing with her hair, and Freshwater Lagoona and Saltwater Lagoona both couldn’t get over how cute she was.

“Look at the lil’ kindy!”

“A lil’ sea grub!!”

She’s actually closest (design wise) to both G1 Lagoona’s. A lack of scales, she’s in-between both their colors of blue and she has the added pink accents too.

Side tangent about Lagoona:

Thought I should add a quick summery of my thoughts on my different generation Lagoonas. G1 Lagoona:

pros: All the different material used in her clothing, her face-up, her personality, her addition of a diary, her fully webbed hands (with different colored webbing and see through fins). cons: she has an ill-fitting swimsuit, her fins keep falling off, her thin joints make her pretty delicate, glue head (this one is treated with La’s Totally Awesome cleaner, but I still need to treat Freshwater Lagoona, and de-yellow her head), and the elastic hip joints make her floppy. Her character being ALL about Gil in the series (I really don’t hate his character and I LOVE his G1 design, I just wish there were more to her stories than just him).

G2 Lagoona (I’m still looking for the OG G2 Lagoona, so have the Beast Pet one here):

pros: Her softened face is kinda cute, her sculpted scales around her arm and leg fins, her stronger joints, her fins stay in SO MUCH BETTER. cons: I remember her being a lot more hyper and speedy than G1 and it’s an odd choice to me, her eyes were changed from green to blue, her webbing decreased in size and is no longer another color (and many of her dolls didn’t have this much articulation).

G3 Lagoona (I originally gave her braids to make her have kinky hair, but the braids are kinda growing on me).

pros: torso joint on most of her dolls, see through legs, her fins stay on pretty well, larger ear fins, a really fun personality on the show, her joints are stronger/her doll feels sturdier, I like many of her shoes and themes (jellyfish/tentacles/pearls).

cons: I didn’t like her first couple of releases, her pink (while it reminds me of an axolotl) is a bit too sunburnt looking for me…? Maybe a paler or darker pink. I would have liked it if they would have painted her ears/and had a blue to pink fade on her arms as well…also her dots on her forehead should have either been sculpted scales or drawn scales like Marena. Biggest disappointment: should have hand webbing, a diary, and accessories that have to do with her love of telenovelas!!! I’m still getting used to her being really different than G1 Lagoona and would have really liked it had she been her cousin from the Amazon (because I want to see them interact with each other SO BAD).

Anyways, Tangent over:

My last take aways is: MARENA HAS THE BEST HAIR FIBER OUT OF ALL OF THEM!!

okay, now the review is over.

#monster high #monster high doll #aleta’s toys #doll collecting #monster high dolls #dollbr #doll collector #toy collecting #doll review #magic mixies #magic mixies pixlings #Marena #lagoona

[miami-lolz]

I saw this awesome question sheet by @bisexualricks and wanted to throw my hat into the ring!



1. top 5 episodes and why!

The Vat of Acid Episode - It was both a solid character introspection for both Rick & Morty, and also had some really funny moments. Morty flipping Rick off after he had to kiss the vat of acid absolutely sent me

Rest and Ricklaxation - There’s was a lot of funny bits in the episode and is generally pretty good. Also Jessica saying Rick would call her drunk asking about Morty or something is hilarious to me

Ricktional Mortpoon's Rickmas Mortcation - It was a huge turning point for lore but also Rick saying “perfectly fucking vertical.” In an incredulous tone absolutely kills me. Also solid light saber fight

The Rickchurian Mortydate - this entire episode was great from beginning to end. “oh I’ve got pubes, commander-in-queef, y-you wanna count them?” And Ricks rant on the Oval Office was hilarious.

Rickmurai Jack - I absolutely love Evil Morty’s character and the last half of the episode was especially fantastic. The music, EM’s rant “That’s what makes me evil, being sick of him.” Also I absolutely believe EM’s offer to let Morty Prime come with was a genuine offer. The whole “it was a toilet” was just EM trying to save face like he wasn’t kinda hurt.

2. least favorite episode(s) and why!

Claw and Hoarder: Special Ricktim's Morty - The subtext on this episode was mortifying and was just kinda weird and all over the place.

Final DeSmithation - There was a good couple funny bits throughout but again, any funny moments is ruined because we can’t go one season without weird incest plots.

Rickdependence Spray - I feel like this is self explanatory. Jfc Justin what we’re you thinking?

3. Moments that make you insane

“I don’t know this guy, you’re a my grandpa, Rick!” OH MY GODDD

The fact that Morty cares for a family he knows isn’t even technically his.

Mortys voice and expression when he yelled “Your not even in the hole, are you?!” In Fear No Mort because the amount of desperation in his tone nearly killed me

Rick lying to Morty about the Purge candy so he doesn’t realize what he has done. Like Rick absolutely could have told Morty the truth but decided not to.

4. your favorite lines

“oh I’ve got pubes, commander-in-queef, y-you wanna count them?”

“A Vat of Fake Acid, are you dying from dementia??”

“We could be clones, we could holograms, we could be clones controlled by holograms controlled by special remote control headsets the real Rick and Morty are wearing while they’re fucking your mother!”

“Betrayal! Betrayal on all sides!”

“You have a death crystal in your pocket??”

“No, yes, maybe!”

“You little monster, I thought you were masterbating!”

“And you took that in stride??”

“You rather I address it??”

5. Rick head-canons

⁃ Stopped doing any heavy partying after around season 1, not wanted to expose Morty to that, though he’d never admit that out loud

⁃ Is Bilingual, specifically he speaks Spanish. I’m pretty sure he’s canonically Hispanic as well.

⁃ He’s pansexual. He also hasn’t been in a serious relationship in decades. He avoids them after Diane. He did want something serious with BP tho

⁃ When he’s wasted, like emotionally upset and absolutely shit faced he will lock himself in the garage and avoid going near the Smith family

⁃ Sometimes Morty does things that reminds Rick of Prime and it drives him crazy. He will go out of his way to chastise Morty to try to get him to stop the things he can control

⁃ Rick doesn’t heal his battle scars as it’s a way to separate himself from other Ricks in the finite curve

⁃ Rick purposely let the original Prime universe get mutated and made it worse as a last middle finger to Rick Prime. He later felt kinda bad about it, just because he knows what he did is some petty shit Prime would have done.

6. Morty head-canons

⁃ Morty Prime has a lot more physical similars to Rick Prime then he does to Jerry. Most Mortys have brown but Morty Prime has blue eyes, similar to his Rick. His hair more disheveled and a bit more spiked.

- Refuses to drink alcohol most of the time because he’s seen what it’s done to people. However he will do recreational drugs & smoke cigarettes. Often on the roof on his house.

⁃ Morty has a jagged scar around the end of his hand where he had to use the train to cut his hand off. As well as a bit missing from his left ear from a stray gun shot, his nose is crooked from getting broken a lot and he’s missing a tooth.

⁃ He carry’s a blaster in his waistband and one under his pillow just in case. He is in general kinda paranoid

⁃ If Morty has a serious nightmare and/or can’t fall asleep he will sneak into his moms or Ricks alcohol stash and drink until he passes out because it’s the only way to get him to fall back asleep.

⁃ Sometimes Morty will stare at himself in the mirror and try to see if he has any similarities to Rick Prime and will try to change anything he finds. If another Morty refers to him as “Prime” he will bust their head open. Or cry.

⁃ Morty is aware Rick sees him as Rick Prime grandson, and is convinced one day Rick will finish what he started and kill him to. He’d never admit that to Rick

7. Family Head-Canons

Summer

- Is a lot more observant then she gets credit for.

- One of the reasons she started going on adventures with Rick is because she wanted to look out for her brother.

- She nearly cried when Rick told her she reminds him of Diane.

⁃ I could see her as Bi, as she’s flirted with Ethan and the girl from S7.

- She was planning on moving out as soon as she was 18, but lately has been thinking other wise. Her relationship with her family is a lot better then before.

Beth/ Space Beth

⁃ Trash TV is her guilty pleasure, like she says she watches it ironically but no she doesn’t

⁃ Not that great at cooking to be honest, never really got taught how to and can’t be bothered anymore

- is honestly proud of Summer for not ending up like her when Beth was her age

Jerry

⁃ is actually really solid at cooking, and would be a good house husband if he wasn’t kinda lazy.

⁃ Family is genuinely important to him and he honestly would sacrifice everything for them. Rick knows this and can respect Jerry for that

⁃ he’d never say it out loud but sometimes Morty scares him. He’s seemingly the only one to notice how aggressive he’s gotten lately and was mortified when Morty told him about the Tina-Teers thing.

8.Prime head-canons

⁃ He doesn’t regret what he did with Diane, but he did regret letting it get to that point

⁃ He honestly didn’t want to kill his own Morty, and was conflicted seeing him with C-137.

⁃ He was far from thrilled seeing what had become of his planet. He wasn’t necessarily attached to it or anyone in it, however he didn’t want it to end up as a wasteland.

- He’s been keeping tabs with Rick and Morty as was a little surprised with how Rick C-137 hasn’t killed Morty Prime or even really tried to.

- Wasn’t expecting Morty to take after him as much as he has.

9. Evil Morty head-canons

- Was actually bothered when Morty Prime didn’t accept his offer and just lied about it being a toilet seat to save face because he was kinda salty about it

- he’s definitely a clone, not sure what universe he’s based off of and doesn’t care anymore

- EM is lonely as hell and watch’s rom coms to pass the time. He’s not use to getting to live normally and isn’t sure what to do with all that free time

- he chose to use an eye patch because he knows Ricks are scared of pirates

- after the S1 finale, EM started keeping tabs on Rick C-137 and Morty Prime. It was also how he learned about the Prime universe

10. favorite rick and morty pair that ISNT c-137 and prime

Not technically a Rick & Morty pair but the Mortys from the citadel, Left-Handed Morty, Slick Morty, Glasses Morty, and Lizard Morty. The way Slick threw himself into the garbage shoot in a desperate attempt for other Mortys to be better off lives in my head rent free I wish they were still alive.

11. songs that you think relate to them

“This is love” by Air Traffic Controller. This song is such a good way to express Mortys codependency to Rick (not shipping btw you nastys)

#great question sheet op! #had a lot of fun with this one #rick and morty analysis #rick and morty #rick c137 #evil morty #morty prime

[sylviaplatypus]

honestly not sure how i ended up here

i mean, why not resurrect a barely used, decade-old writing blog for the anime show buddy daddies? 

this is what happens when a formerly depressed human turned queer therapist-in-training decides to watch 2 hitmen and a baby as an escape during the last semester of graduate school: i end up with the kind of brainrot that leads me to spiral about the lasting impact of trauma on these fictional characters, and eventually think “what’s the deal with rei suwa’s mother?” then the next thing i know i’m accidentally spending the majority of my spring break writing a rambling rei character study about healing and growth and found family that i will almost definitely not have time to finish (even though i desperately want to lmao).

so here’s one of the scenes that i did manage to finish because i’m so dang soft for this little family that it’s borderline unhealthy:

He sleeps more peacefully on the nights when Miri demands that the three of them share a bed. She’s learned how to time it for moments when they’re both exhausted and feeling even more incapable than usual of saying no to her. 

Rei likes it more than he’s willing to admit. Miri tosses and turns, her little feet digging into tender organs and her arms often splayed wide over both of their faces, but when she finally settles it’s almost always with Rei. Tiny hands clinging to his shirt or his hair, small body curled into his torso. The warmth of her thaws something deep inside Rei, and he never thinks twice about putting a protective arm over her, curving his own body back around hers like a shield. Behind him, Kazuki radiates a similar heat - reminding Rei of his constant, steady presence. 

Rei had had glimpses of reprieve from the brutality of life as the Suwa heir scattered throughout his childhood. They were few and far between, and always fleeting: the soothing touch of his mother’s hand, the sound of her voice lulling him to sleep with a story. It took Rei a while to understand why she wouldn’t - or rather, couldn’t - save him from the boss, but he still felt bitter about it for a long time after. However, since Kazuki and Miri’s entrance into his life, those small moments of safety and love that she could manage to offer have begun to filter back into Rei’s memory. 

She had come to him during some of those tormented nights as a kid, Rei remembers. When she could, when the boss was away on business and not there to see her doing what he viewed as her coddling him. She would sneak through the shadows to go unnoticed by the underlings the boss had tasked with protecting his bloodline in his absence and slip into Rei’s room. Sometimes she would find him already in tears, face pressed into his pillow to muffle the sound. Sometimes he would jerk awake with a scream in his throat to find her already sitting at the foot of his bed. She wouldn’t usually say anything - what was there to say? - but she would draw his head into her lap and thread her fingers through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp until he drifted back into a less fretful sleep. 

Of course, there were also reasons why Rei chose most nights to sleep in a cold bathtub with little, if any, comforts. He was telling Miri the truth when he said it was in case of an ambush, but not being able to sleep too deeply also ensured that he didn’t dream. Being sandwiched between the comforting warmth of Miri and Kazuki’s sleeping bodies, feeling safe enough to drift off into a deep sleep - some nights that didn’t end well for Rei. Thankfully, on many of those nights he had only twitched awake with a sharp gasp, barely disturbing Miri - who would mutter something about Papa Rei and sleep before settling again. 

But on this night Rei finds himself trapped in a particularly awful nightmare. It’s a stomach-turning combination of real memories and his worst fears: a ten year old version of himself on his knees, begging and screaming while his father orders the murder of his family; watching helplessly as that dead-eyed creep Ogino levels a gun at Miri’s precious head, Kazuki already dead beside her.

He wakes violently - sitting up with a shout and flinging his body toward the bedside drawer where he knows Kazuki keeps a disassembled Glock. He hears Miri’s terrified scream and reacts without thinking. Jumping into a crouch on the bed, assembling the gun with smooth, practiced motions as he does, and pointing it toward the nearest source of movement. 

“Rei!” Kazuki yells. His hands are thrown over his head, and he looks so frightened that it cuts through the haze of Rei’s panic like a knife. The gun lowers as his arms go limp, and Kazuki snatches it out of his reach, ejects the magazine before tucking it into the back waistband of his pajama bottoms. He starts to reach for Rei but pauses when Miri explodes into tears from the other side of the bed.

“Miri!”

Kazuki scoops her into his arms as Rei deflates further, all of the tension draining out of his body and replaced by concern at the sound of Miri’s hiccuping sobs. Each one feels like something sharp stabbing into his ribcage. He reaches for her without thinking. She cries even louder, and Rei snatches his hand back like he’s been burned. Kazuki looks wretched, torn between who to comfort.

“Just give her a minute,” he says. He gives Rei a meaningful look and stands with Miri in his arms. “We’ll be right back.”

The door clicks shut behind them, and Rei drops his head into his hands. He can hear the muffled sounds of Miri crying and Kazuki’s attempts to soothe her getting further away as they pad downstairs. Rei thinks they’re probably heading to the kitchen. The one foolproof way of getting Miri to calm down is usually food. They’re alike in that way, Rei observes distantly, then groans to himself. 

He feels fucking terrible. 

Why did he think he could do something like this right? A father is the person who saves you; that’s what Miri said in the park on the day when everything changed between them. That’s when he became her Papa Rei. He had heard those distressed cries, her pleas for him, as he stood waffling behind a tree and knew all at once that he couldn’t not protect her. 

But now he’s the reason she feels afraid. He’s too fucked up to ever protect anyone. It’s a miracle he survived this long (and, if he’s being totally honest with himself, he knows that miracle is named Kazuki). He drags his fingers through his hair, gripping it at the base of his skull, and lets out a frustrated sigh. Really, it was only a matter of time before Miri realized what a piece of trash her Papa Rei actually is, how incapable he is at everything except violence and killing. She was always going to end up afraid of him, just like he was of his father.

Rei hears the sound of the refrigerator door opening downstairs, then Kazuki’s quiet voice. Miri’s higher pitched tone follows. Sure enough, she sounds calmed by the promise of yummy food. She sniffles occasionally, but seems to not be crying anymore. Rei leans back against the wall with his knees pulled up and his arms dangling loosely over them. He drifts in and out of time for a while, and eventually becomes aware of Kazuki sitting in front of him. Rei blinks a few times to bring him into focus.

“Hey,” Kazuki says. Something about his expression looks careful, but there’s no pity there. “You okay?”

Rei shrugs. It’s as honest as he can let himself be.

Kazuki nods like he understands. “Do you want to join us?”

Rei freezes and casts a nervous glance in the direction of the stairs.

“Does she?”

“Of course she does,” Kazuki assures him. “You scared her, but she’s okay now. She’s asking about you, and I think she’d feel better if you came down too.”

Rei draws in a deep breath and nods. He follows Kazuki out of the bedroom and down the staircase. Miri is sitting at the table, her short legs swinging while she colors. The tip of her tongue pokes out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, and there is an empty plate and cup by her elbow. She looks up at the sound of their footsteps.

“Papa Rei, come sit,” she says. She doesn’t bounce out of her chair and into his arms like part of him had secretly hoped, but she doesn’t turn away from him either. She still trusts him, Rei thinks, and relief floods through his chest. He sits next to her, careful to give her enough space to come to him when she’s ready. She points to her drawing. “It’s you.”

A black-haired stick figure in a blue hoodie sits above a rectangle filled with colorful circles and blobs. Rei feels his throat tighten. Despite his efforts, his voice comes out a little raspy when he speaks.

“This is me?”

Miri nods and jabs a finger toward the paper again. 

“Papa Kazuki said that sometimes you have scary dreams and it makes you sad.” Rei glances over at Kazuki, who gives him a sheepish shrug. “And I said we should make you all of your favorite food because that makes you happy, but Papa Kazuki said we don’t have all the ingre-dents, plus,” she pauses for an inhale and pitches her voice lower to imitate Kazuki, “’it’s the middle of the night.’ So I thought I would draw a picture of you with your favorite foods instead to make you happy. Do you like it?”

Rei touches the tips of his fingers to the drawing, feeling bits of waxy crayon shavings cling to them. 

“I do,” he says. Miri smiles at him, and Rei can’t help himself. “Miri, I’m sorry that I scared you.”

Miri studies his face for a few long moments, and Rei gets the sense not for the first time that she is wise beyond her years. Without a word, she climbs over from her chair into Rei’s lap. He winces when her sharp elbow digs into his stomach and adjusts his posture so that they fit more comfortably. Once she’s settled, Miri looks up into his eyes with a serious expression and gestures for him to come closer. 

Rei does. He would do anything for her.

“Sometimes I feel scared and sad, too,” she whispers into his ear.

Rei huffs a surprised exhale, and brings his arms around her without a second thought. She hugs him back for a second and then laughs a little.

“Papa Kazuki!” she says. Rei looks over to see Kazuki quickly swiping at his eyes. Miri pulls back and turns that serious expression on Rei once more. “He needs a hug too.”

Rei nods and stands with Miri. As they approach Kazuki, Miri stretches out her little arms and grabs him by the neck to pull him closer without trying to crawl out of Rei’s grasp. Rei startles for a moment. He thought that Miri was planning to give Kazuki a hug of her own, not that she meant for all of them to hug. 

Kazuki appears to be realizing the same thing. He darts that familiar helpless, “oh well, what else can we to do” look that usually accompanies Miri demanding something they know will make her happy, and places an arm over each of their shoulders. Miri giggles and squirms as Kazuki presses exaggerated kisses to her cheeks and hair. Rei’s arms are full trying to keep the wiggling toddler from falling to the floor, so all he can really do is lean into Kazuki’s solid torso until the two of them are finished. Before Kazuki releases them, he gives Rei a quick but firm squeeze.

#buddy daddies #buddy daddies fanfic #rei suwa #kazuki kurusu #miri unasaka #kazurei #angst #comfort #part of a larger work that may or may not ever see the light of day

[concerningwolves]

Hi! I really like your blog and you have some much appreciated writing opinions to me. Apologies if this is not an allowed question but would you have any suggestions on what to keep in mind when writing a character with Russell Silver Syndrome? I have been doing my research but unfortunately as with many conditions most things I can find are based towards parents of children with and not adults who have it. Sorry if this is disruptive,Thank you for your lovely blog

oh man this question makes me so happy anon you have no idea. RSS/SRS representation!! Yes!!!

Writing a Character with Russell-Silver Syndrome/Silver-Russell Syndrome

Russell-Silver syndrome (RSS) is a rare condition associated with poor growth both before and after birth. Signs and symptoms vary and may include low birth weight, short stature, characteristic facial features, large head in relation to body size, body asymmetry, and feeding difficulties. Other features may include poor appetite, clinodactyly (curved finger), digestive system abnormalities, delayed development, and/or learning disabilities. The genetic causes of RSS are complex and relate to certain genes that control growth. — information on RSS from rarediseases.info.nih.gov

What this this answer will cover:

My experience with RSS and various thoughts on living with it

RSS in adults (+ adult characters)

Things to remember when writing any disabled character

Resources

My experiences with RSS and various thoughts about living with it

Russell-Silver syndrome has felt like a non-issue to me for a long time, but I'm realising now that that was only because so little was known about it. There was no molecular test when I was born so my diagnosis was purely clinical, (using "a checklist", as my dad always told me). Still, I've grown up under this... not quite a shadow, but definitely a pervasive awareness, that I had this rare disorder. It made every meeting with a new health professional that much more exhausting, because nobody ever knew what it was (and this is still a problem I have when explaining my health history to new doctors today). Either me or my parents would end up teaching doctors, and for a long time, we were working with outdated information because very little was available to us. Since I first got access to the internet in about year two at school, I've repeatedly sat down and searched for Russell-Silver Syndrome – and I've watched as, over the course of those last seventeen years or so, increasing amounts of information have appeared.

The increase in information is wonderful! It gives me hope! But growing up with this sense that there was something strange wrong with me was deeply alienating. I have a lot of grief about it.

What you say about not being able to find many sources for adults with the condition also raises a very important point: RSS literature focuses very heavily on symptoms in infants and children because that's when the condition is most "obvious" and/or when it has the most noticeable impact on a person's life. In other words, most information is written up to help parents cope with the extra needs that RSS kids have because of their condition. Infancy is also treated as a sort of golden period for clinical diagnosis, because individuals with RSS will usually lose the more obvious physical traits as they age.

Although RSS has a firm diagnostic criteria, it can look quite different between individuals. (I'd actually say it's fairly similar to autism in that respect). The term used for this is phenotype:

... a phenotype is all the physical characteristics and abnormalities found in an individual patient that are attributed specifically to RSS. Some individuals with RSS have many traits, thus a severe phenotype, while others have very few traits, thus a mild phenotype. → from the MAGIC Foundation's RSS page

I was an extremely ill baby. A lot of the medical problems I faced were linked to RSS, but I don't remember this on account of being, y'know, a baby. So, if you'd asked baby me for my opinion and if baby me were somehow able to answer and comprehend, I'd have said I had a severe phenotype. Now that I'm in my early twenties, I'm more inclined to say I have a mild phenotype – but as I'll explain, I'm no longer sure how true that is.

[Russell-Silver Syndrome in adults, basic disabled character guidelines, and resources below the cut]

Russell-Silver Syndrome in Adults (+ adult characters)

You can see in my childhood photographs the RSS-typical "triangular" face caused by a too-small jaw and large forehead, and slight facial asymmetry. I was chronically underweight until I got urgently referred to a dietician in like 2018, and my parents had an absolute nightmare of a time with feeding and making sure I ate enough when I was younger. I was still ordering toddler or child portions at restaurants well into into my early teen years because my appetite was so limited. I was also quite delayed in walking, speaking, and in development of motor skills, which are again typical of the condition.

Most of these traits don't affect me any more. The facial asymmetry and face shape are basically unnoticeable. I had surgery to remove four teeth, which fixed the overcrowding caused by the small jaw, and braces sorted out the rest. The dietician helped me learn how to make foods that were calorie-dense so I could get the nutrition I needed in smaller portions, and I'm now a good weight.m(The only part of the infant criteria that noticeably still affects my day-to-day life is the lack of appetite stuff, actually). I grew taller than the doctors expected me to, although I'm on the short-to-average end. I still have issues with balance and spatial awareness, but it's manageable. I've been in and out of physiotherapy and podiatry since I started walking. So, no, most of the RSS traits so common in infancy don't affect me now – but I'm still living with the condition, and it's taken a hell of a lot of treatment to get to where I am now. I honestly didn't realise how much until I started writing this answer!

Interestingly, the end of the MAGIC Foundation's RSS page has some information on RSS into adulthood, prefaced by this sentence: "Many people with Russell-Silver Syndrome (RSS) believe that once they reach their final adult height, their “RSS issues” are over." Other anecdotal evidence from other sources says the same thing. I would have once been inclined to agree, but my latest bout of reading up on RSS has taught me some interesting things. For example, there's overlap between autism and RSS! Or at least, according to the silverrussellsyndrome.org: "Some evidence indicates that there may be neurodevelopmental differences between the different genetic causes of SRS". Other sites state more explicitly that there's a link between RSS and Austism Spectrum Disorder, and research seems to still be ongoing, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

When I went to a chiropractor, he pointed out an issue with my jaw muscles and placement (? Couldn't quite hear what he said about that), and said this could be at least a partial cause for my chronic migraine. I explained about the RSS small jaw thing, and he nodded and said that made sense. Anecdotal evidence also now shows that many adults with RSS experience functional problems with muscles and their skeleton, including back pain – which sure goes a long way to explain the near-constant pain I get, as well as the fibromyalgia. Once again, research on this is ongoing.

There are also some health risks that adults with RSS are more likely to face. These include metabolic syndrome, hypertension, testicular cancer and gynaecological issues. It's stressed that not everyone with RSS will develop these; but some are more common and should be monitored for, as in the case of testicular cancer risk in RSS individuals whose testes didn't descend properly.

Your takeaway from this is that RSS in adult characters would be represented differently from the way it's described in children. Because the phenotype varies so much from person to person, my experiences are absolutely not universal. There may be people out there who've retained the asymmetry, for example, or those for whom the digestive/appetite issues are an even bigger problem. It would be so nice to see an adult character with RSS though, because it's not a condition that you outgrow – it's one where the condition seems to grow with you.

Things to remember when writing any disabled character

People are people: don't just think about the disability! We're more than that. Make sure your character has what any strong character should have (regardless of identity) – quirks, desires, motivation(s), some kind of conflict that affects the plot, their connection to other characters, etc.

Do your research: might feel slightly counter-intuitive to the first point, but it is important you know what you're writing about. I.e., does your character take medication or undergo treatment? Do they use accessibility aids of any kind? What accommodations do they need in day-to-day life? How does their disability impact said day-to-day life?

Reasonable limitations: it's okay to have a disabled character be, y'know, disabled. Sometimes they need help, or sometimes they'll need to assert boundaries or ask for accommodations. Sometimes they simply can't do something because they aren't able to. These are facts of a disabled existence. The crucial thing is to avoid framing the character consistently like a burden or a hindrance.

Inclusive worldbuilding: most relevant in SFF genres, but basically, if you're taking the time to do any degree of worldbuilding (be that a "real"-world urban fantasy environment or an entire invented continent with dragons), consider where disabled people fit in. Abled authors rarely, if ever, have to consider their place in the real world, so they rarely consider accommodations and accessibility features in their fantastical worlds. It's important to consider these things if you want to have well-rounded representation for disabled characters.

Listen to disabled voices: Ask disabled people, read/watch/listen to media created by disabled people, and remember that no one disability is a monolith. There may be a lot of nuance and debate within communities, but you can do your best by listening to the consensus and keeping an open-minded, good faith mindset.

This list ↑ is very much a TL;DR set of guidelines, but it's a good place to start. You'll find more information in the resources section below.

Resources:

In reference to your question, you might find my answer to this ask about including little-known conditions in fiction useful.

You'll find more discussions and guides in my disabled characters tag, my disabilities tag and my sensitivity & representation tag, as well as links to other resources.

The MAGIC Foundation – they have more in-site resources for RSS linked at the very bottom of the page

Silver Russell Syndrome Organisation – whole website dedicated to providing information about RSS

Diagnosis and Management of Silver–Russell Syndrome: First International Consensus Statement – This is a 2017 international consensus of research on RSS, condensed and simplified for general audiences. The original consensus is geared entirely towards medical professionals for treatment and research of the condition.

If anyone who has RSS wants to weigh in, please do!!

#russell-silver syndrome #silver-russell syndrome #disabled characters #writing advice #sensitivity & representation #disabilities #genetic disorders

[theredhairedmonkey]

What I don't understand is how people can argue that Callum has such a vastly different morality from his friends and then say that he and Rayla are perfect for each other. I may be wrong but isn't having similar moral values pretty important for a relationship to work?

Oh definitely, having value alignment with your SO is probably the biggest feature to a healthy and stable relationship. In fact most of Callum and Rayla's biggest fights (3x08, TTM, etc.) came from when they didn't see eye to eye on certain issues. Fortunately, because characters aren't static and change over time, they eventually learned from one another (for better or worse, as now Callum is developing the whole "lying to protect your loved one" and "going to dark places for your loved one" habits that Rayla had).

But even barring that, even if having similar moral values aren't important, the fact remains that both Callum and Rayla see the other as sharing in similar moral values ( "[Callum] is noble and true" // "Rayla is a hero" and "he saw past human hatred and did what he knew was right" // "[Rayla] saves people, she's brave"). So if someone is arguing that Callum has such a vastly different morality from Rayla, then they're implicitly arguing that Rayla and Callum don't understand each other at all. Which is...a take, but definitely an awkward one if they ship Rayllum.

The fact remains that, Callum sees things similarly to Ezran and Rayla, and the only way to say he doesn't is to grade his actions on a different curve than the other two. There's no way Callum would volunteer--let alone agree--to travel deep into hostile territory if he didn't think this was the right thing to do (remember that the plan to return Zym to Xadia was his idea). If he was driven by personal loyalty over the "rightness" of an action, then why in the ever-loving hell would he be willing to take his brother to Xadia with him?

Personally, I really don't understand how one could watch the show and come away thinking Callum is so vastly different morally from his friends, except maybe because they want him to support Rayla out of blind devotion rather than because it's the Right Thing to do, but that's pure speculation on my part.

#callum #rayla #rayllum #ezran #tdp

[alwaysteveswife]

Back to you | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Ok, so, this is the first one-shot I upload to tumblr. I'm a bit nervous, mainly because English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance in case something doesn't make sense 🥲.

Four years have passed since the incident with Vecna and the upside down. Many of the group of friends have gone their own way and made their own lives. A series of 'suspicious' events bring everyone back together for the good of Hawkins and the world, and it's Steve's job to go looking for Y/N.

Warnings: a bit of angst, mentions of past relationship with Steve and Y/N, interested parents, and I think that's about it, Reader as a mother.

Number of characters: 6,620

1990, Windsor, Vermont.

Steve sighed, nervously. It was the first time in 4 years he had seen Y/N since the '86 incident. He had traveled over 15 hours to get here, he could no longer regret it.

The house was much bigger than he thought it would be. It was bright red, and the windows were a cottony white color. It looked like a farmhouse, but much more elegant. He was surprised to find such an ostentatious house in such a small town as Woodstock was.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, he knocked on the door.

He knew people were home, the TV was on full blast and he could hear Patrick Swayze's voice coming from it. Surely it was 'Dirty Dancing', he had a feeling it would be the kind of movie Y/N would watch on a regular weekend.

He heard an "I'm coming" that made his heart race. The footsteps came. She was coming down the stairs to open it for him. As the lock began to jingle, Steve began to hesitate about coming. He thought about running and making her think it was just a prank by some naughty local kid, but he had to talk to her, he needed her help.

"Sorry I'm late, I was making the bed" She still wouldn't turn around. Turning down the volume on her TV seemed more important than seeing who her new visitor was.

"Don't worry, you didn't keep me waiting long anyway" Steve's nerves increased as Y/N turned to see him.

Her hair was now just as long as when he first met her, but now it was dyed blonde, similar to what she wore on Halloween '84 for her Sandy Olsson costume. She was thinner, but he could swear she had curves, after all he knew her body very well. He could notice a bit of makeup on her trail, to the naked eye it looked like those colors were part of her skin.

Steve only cursed himself internally when he noticed that neither of them was able to say a word. Nor was he able to look her in the eye. He was afraid that she would notice the characteristic glow that appeared when he saw her and all his feelings would come out.

"Steve" His name came out almost as a gasp of surprise. Y/N would never have thought he would come all the way to her house, not in a million years.

"I'm sorry I came unannounced" he began to shuffle his feet impatiently. "Do you think I could come in?"

She seemed to react, opening the door so Steve could enter. All that time she never took her eyes off him. She admired him with the same fascination as she had six years ago, when they were not yet a couple.

"Can I get you something to drink? It's a long way from Indiana to here" she wiped her hands on her apron, taking it off in embarrassment. "I could make you a coffee or something".

"No, that's okay, just...." Steve sighed, combing his hair back. "I don't want to beat around the bush, okay?"

Y/N just looked down, sighing. She nodded and offered Steve a seat. They were facing each other, both had serious expressions on their faces, neither daring to break the silence.

"He came back".

"Who?" Y/N murmured, confused. She was still processing his presence in the house.

"Vecna, he came back" Steve regretted saying it as soon as he noticed how the girl's face disfigured as her skin paled. "I know very well that coming to your house after four years of being separated is an embarrassment, especially when it comes to a situation like this, but I need you to understand" By this point he had lost any trace of fear. Steve stared at her. He was incapable of turning to look at anything else. "We can't do this without you. We need you," He hesitated a bit before continuing, but finished the sentence, "I need you".

She closed her eyes tightly, sighing. Her fists were white from clenching, and her feet moved restlessly against the floor.

"Steve, I..." She bit the inside of her lip, nervously. "I can't do this".

"Why don't you...?" Before he could speak, a baby's cry could be heard from upstairs in the house.

Y/N quickly got up, running upstairs with Steve behind her. When they entered the last room, a large crib greeted them inside the room. Everything was lilac in color. There were stickers of various sizes pasted on the walls, and a large box of baby toys.

The girl approached the baby, carrying her carefully. She was whispering words like "quiet, sweetie, mommy is here" as she stroked her hair lovingly.

On the other hand, Steve stood completely still in the doorway, watching the scene with an unpleasant mixture of feeling.

"Steve, this is Jessica" she approached him slowly, still holding the baby in her arms. "She was born about 3 months ago" she looked at the crib, smiling "We bought that crib not long ago, we found some ticks on the old one and had to throw it away. I like this one better anyway" She stopped talking when she realized that Steve was staring at her baby "Do you want to hold her?"

He gently took her in his arms when Y/N allowed him to do so. She was small, and extremely beautiful. She had blue eyes and dark hair. He couldn't help but think she looked just like her mother.

It wasn't until then that he noticed the ring on Y/N's hand. She was married.

"I didn't know you had started a family".

She looked down at her ring, grimacing in disgust at the sight of it.

"My parents... they were hard up for money and thought it would be a good idea to marry me off to a creepy old man" She was laughing when she said it, but they both knew what that action hid behind it.

After the baby's crying stopped, the three of them went down to the second floor. Neither wanted to talk, they were no longer able to look at each other, but the desire was there, in both of them.

She waved him goodbye at the door, watching him walk to his car. She tried to convince herself that she was doing the right thing. She tried to stand in the doorway and not go after Steve, but her body was moving on its own, she couldn't control what she did and said. It was now or never.

"Steve!" She grabbed Jessica tightly, preventing her from falling to the floor in her little run to the boy. She spoke again when they were both face to face, three feet away. "Take me with you, please" Her vision was beginning to blur, "I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you" Her words came out barely, punctuated by light sobs. "I don't want to be here anymore".

Steve just hugged her, kissing her head gently. He stroked her hair, hoping to calm her down. He pulled away to look into her eyes.

"Go get your things, we're leaving now".

Masterlist

#steve harrington angst #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x fem!reader

[blushyeleven]

Tickletober - DAY 6

Chase

(I js realised this is kinda similar to my other fic “trouble follows us around” 🥹)

Characters: Lee!emma, ler!jenna

Warnings: tickles, swearing

𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓉𝓈

Another ordinary day of shooting on the Wednesday set?.. absolutely not. Let’s just say.. Emma had woken up in a slightly mischievous mood. Emma was sat in the break room patiently waiting in her purple striped nevermore uniform to be called up to do a scene.Re reading over her lines while having a pair of earphones in. Not even looking up untill she saw jenna step into the room. Her eyes shifted from her lines and pulled out her earphones. “We’re up!” Jenna exclaimed with a slight upwards curve of her lips. “Okay, I’m coming” Emma said, trying to hide her evil smirk. She then got up from her chair and followed jenna to set were both the co-stars started their scene in the dorm room.

“Okay you ready?” Jenna asked with a smile “oh me? Yeah.. are you ready?” Emma asked with a small giggle and Jenna already was started to become skeptical. “yup!” Jenna tried to play it off cool. It was probably nothing.. right?

“Okay! Action!”

Emma squealed with excitement before stepping closer to jenna “oh my god!! Wednesday Addams is going to the raven!” She squealed again “my whole world is tilted!.. you know what you need now?” Emma spoke with a high pitched voice with the biggest smile across her face. Contrasted to Emma’s character, enids, bubbly personality. Jenna was stood there as Wednesday Addams. Her face was cold and intimidating and her voice had no emotion, it was completely flat and monotone. “A bullet to the head” jenna replied almost immediately. “A dress!” And then Emma unexpectedly poked jenna the side, earning a sharp inhale and squeak from the younger actress who looked at the floor and let out a small giggle. “What was that for?!” Jenna then asked before watching the blonde giggle and shrug, the wide smile imprinted on her face. Jenna just rolled her eyes and looked at the crew who were stifling their own snickers.

Emma and Jenna got themselves back into their place as Emma cleared her throat and stepped towards jenna yet again, who just stood on one side of the room with her body.. practically lifeless “Oh my god!! Wednesday Addams is going to the raven!” She smiled again “My whole world is tilted!.. you know what you need now?” Emma then smirked to herself and reached out her hand to sneakily squeeze jenna in the side, causing the shorter girl to jump and flinch backwards “A bULLet to the head-“ jennas voice went up in pitch after feeling the squeeze as she jumped backwards. “Emma! I swear to god!” Jenna said and couldn’t help but smile at how giggly her co-star was. “Sorry! Im sorry.. i couldnt resist” Emma then looked over at the crew who were smiling and some of them even covering their smiles with their hand. She then noticed Tim, who was grinning at her. “Okay! One more try girls!” Tim shouted out, winking at Emma. Luckily jenna didn’t notice and yet again pulled herself together

They then re started the scene, jenna taking a glance at Emma’s hands every so often. They managed to get through the lines until emma was finishing of her “thing back me up here!” And as soon as jenna was caught of guard and turned to look at viktor (actor who played thing) Emma striked again, shooting her multi-coloured fingernails to jennas side, prodding at it a few times. Jenna just moved back and stared at Emma while the crew finally broke as some of them snickered and Tim was watching this unfold with the biggest grin on his face and put his thumbs up towards Emma.

“oh your in for it” was all that Jenna said before emma quickly decided to use her two legs to make a run for it. The crew chuckled as jenna didn’t hesitate to bolt after her, hot on her tracks. Jenna may look small but she was fast, rapid even. Emma was giggling uncontrollably as she was trying to sprint away as if her life depended on it. Dodging and weaving in between anything that stood in her way. “Emma! Get back here!” Jenna called out while continuing to chase the older girl. Emma then turned back while still sprinting to see jenna not far behind her. It was soon enough that Emma’s legs began to ache.. it was also soon enough before she actually ran out of places to run to (get it?) so she dashed to the break room, a careless mistake really. But where else left did she have to go? She bursted through the door and attempted to push it shut behind her as she stood behind the sofa and shortly enough jenna came through the half-closed door, shoving it out of her way as she saw blonde standing there, a nervous yet giddy smile across her face. Jenna didn’t wait around to get her revenge, she charged at Emma, quickly and efficiently tackling her to the floor.

Emma layed on the carpeted floor with Jenna sat comfortably on her waist, out of breath and her cheeks shone a pastel pink that matched the half pink, half blue ends of her blonde hair. “jenna, I’m soHOHORRY-“ Emma’s speech was cut of by the sound of her own squeaky, girlish giggles as jenna swiftly darted her fingers into Emma’s sides, scribbling her fingers directly into the sensitive spot. “No good saying sorry now! You deserve this!” Jenna obviously wasn’t mad, she was being more playful. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to get her sweet revenge. “BAHAHAHAHA JEHEHENNA! PLEHEHEASE!” Emma pleaded, not even being able to squirm properly form the weight of the shorter girl on her waist. Pinning her to the floor. “Nuh uh! This is what you get!” Jenna smiled smugly while containing to torment to older girl with her fingers. “BAHAHAH I CAHAHANTT!!” Emma was squealing and kicking as much as she could, as she bring her hands up to cover her flushed face.

“JEHEHENNAAA!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!” Her laughter was piercing and deafening as she desperately tried to muffle it with her hands. “Oh my god Emma.. I wasnt expecting you to be this ticklish!” Jenna teased, seeing her co-star gets extremely flustered. “Like.. I’m barely even touching you!” She added to tease the girl further. “SHUHUT UHUPP!” Emma squealed our, not knowing how to handle the snarky comments. Although, jenna wasn’t wrong. That’s what made it so flustering. “Wow! So first your gonna distract me from my lines.. now your gonna be rude? Your not helping yourself out here!”

Jenna then moved her hands over to Emma’s stomach. Scribbling over Emma’s nevermore uniform. Her rapid fingers like shocks of electric all over Emma’s stomach. “BAHAHA NOHOHOHOO!! AHAHAAHA!!” Emma was helpless, there was absolutely nothing she could do to escape, she couldn’t squirm, she couldn’t even bat at jenna hands even if she tried. They were to fast for her as they dodged Emma’s flailing hands. She couldn’t even plead for forgiveness because jennas sympathy flew out the window. This meant that Emma was stuck, trapped in a very ticklish situation. “I don’t even feel bad, you caused this for yourself!” Jenna stated, smiling down at the blonde while resuming her evil tickle assault upon her. Scurrying her fingers around the girls stomach. There was no denying it. Emma definitely could have prevented this outcome. Oh well, I guess she just had to face it now. “AHAHAHAH THIHIS IS EVIL!” Emma practically screaming, her voice blaring and filling the usually quite and relaxed room. “Oh come on, it’s not my fault your like.. ridiculously ticklish!” The younger actress pointed out causing Emma’s cheeks to return to the dusky pink colour. “I mean your not exactly complaining that much.. so who knows.. maybe you wanted this outcome” jenna smirked at her. “WHAHAT! NOHO!!” Emma immediately tried to deny it, shaking her head from side to side in an attempt to justify herself “well, if I knew any better I’d say you might actually be enjoying this” jennas comments only became more flustering.. and more true. Emma never exactly hated being tickled but it was also something she would never openly tell people.

Emma opened her mouth to protest but it was cut short by jenna clawing her hands onto her ribs. Soft vibrations that drove Emma mad. “AHAHHAHAHAHAHHA!! NOHOHO!! WAHAHAIT- FUHUCK!!” Emmas mind was scrambling but couldn’t even function properly with the amount of laughter that she was producing. She couldn’t even come up with a reasonable reply to jennas theories. “Fucking hell, how are you this ticklish?” Jenna asked nonchalantly. “IHIM NOHOHT!!” Emma was quick to defend herself. Even if it was painfully obvious that Jenna was in fact correct, Emma still felt the need to deny everything. “Your practically screaming right now!” Jenna observed, letting out a few giggles of her own, seeing her friend like this. Jenna pursued her attack on Emma’s ribs, shaking into them. “AHAAHAHHAHAHA!! BAHAHAHHA PLEHEHEHEASEEE!” “Please What, Emma?” Jenna casually asked again, smiling ‘innocently’ at the older girl. Yet again, Emma had no answer she decided to stay quite. Well, I say quite. But to tell the truth it was far from that. It was kinda hard to be quite when all that could be heard was Emma’s forceful laughter. “IHITS SOHOH BAHAHADD!!” Emma was Doing Everything she could to reduce the ticklish feeling that was flowing through her body. But nothing worked, obviously. Jenna was just simply snickering at her. I mean, it was extremely amusing to watch the older girl laugh so hard and carefree. But it was also adorable. Wait.. why did Jenna have a weird feeling in her stomach?.. Was it butterflies?.. jenna mentally slapped herself and tried to keep her focus on tickling Emma. “YOHOUR GONNA KIHILL MEHE!!” She shrieked, her arms still swinging and her legs still thrashing about. “Oh don’t be dramaticcc!!” Jenna giggled, never stopping her fingers. Keeping them scribbling on her ribs.

Untill, Tim walked in and that’s when Jenna let up. Looking up at Tim who was snickering and grinning at the situation. “O-oh sorry Tim” jenna giggled nervously. “Don’t be, quite the predicament your in, huh Myers?” Emma just simply nodded, unable to voice any words past her heavy breathing. “Was it worth it?” Tim chuckled seeing the state the actress was in and Emma nodded again, this time with another giddy smile.

“Well, at-least our plan worked” Tim said. Jenna then furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Did she hear that right. “Our plan?” She echoed looking up at Tim. “Oh yeah, forgot to mention. Emma came up to me and asked to pull a prank on you, so I informed the crew and we all thought it was a great idea, we wrapped up way before that scene, we only recorded to get your reaction! Plus, it’s great for the blooper real” Jennas mouth formed an “O” shape and she turned to look at emma, squinting her eyes at her. Emma just smiled proudly up at the younger girl and Tim chuckled again.

“Oh your so dead now” jenna smirked before sliding her hands under Emma’s jumper, resuming her ambush and scribbling her fingers al full speed over Emma’s stomach. Emma had zero time to reply or even react.

“WHAHAHAHHAIT-“

#tickle content #tickle #sfw tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #jenna ortega #jenna ortega tickle #wednesday #wednesday addams #emma myers #enid tickle #enid sinclair #Emma Myers tickle #jenna ortega ler #Emma Myers Lee #tim burton

[touristbree]

Penny Family Theory (Confirmed)

OKAY SO, I started playing Area Zero and then Penny says this:

[Image Text:

Penny - “It’s just my dad! He’s loud and clingy and makes up weird nicknames for me like “Pen-Pen”.]

And when read this, I thought: “Peony?”, and that was the start of my rabbit hole. I theorize that Penny is the younger daughter of Peony.

For a little reminder: Peony is the character who leads the player through Pokémon Sword and Shield’s Crown Tundra DLC. A steel type user, former champion, Chairman Rose’s brother, and embarrassing father to Peonia (and Penny).

Penny was introduced in the main story of Pokémon Scarlet and Violet, being the secret leader of Team Star.

Exhibit A: Dialogue

This is what she entirely says about her dad:

Penny - “It’s just my dad! He’s loud and clingy and makes up weird nicknames for me like “Pen-Pen”.

Penny - “He’s the most annoying guy in the world! Period! He’s the worst!”

Penny - “Unbelievably Annoying”

Penny describes her dad as “Unbelievably annoying”, “loud and clingy” and that he calls her weird nicknames like “Pen-Pen”. Peony is well known for being an enthusiastic and endlessly supportive father, and gives Peonia nicknames like “Darling Daughter”.

Penny already seems a bit pessimistic so maybe she’d read Peony’s energy wrong.

Exhibit B: Names

Penny’s Japanese name is “ボタン” or “Botan”, which comes from the Tree PEONY.

Also, their names all start with “Pe”, have an “N”, and have an “ē” sound in their name.

Peony

Peonia

Penny

Exhibit C: Home

Penny (being referred to as Cassiopeia) was sent to Galar after Operation Star, and Peony was introduced in Galar, former Galarian champion and gym leader, and so on and so forth.

[Image Description: Harrington with Ortega, the player, and Clive.

Harrington - “I wanted this student (referring to Penny/Cassiopeia) to take some time to rest, so I had them return home to the Galar region.”]

Exhibit D: Genetics

Now for the elephant in the room: they look nothing alike.

This would be a flaw, if we didn’t have his second league card:

[Image Description: Peony’s Second League Card, Peony is front and center with baby Peonia on his shoulder and a blonde woman behind them]

It is assumed that the woman in the back is Peony’s wife since she’s in the league card along side him and Nia (and because her and Nia have blonde hair). Penny is paler… but that may be from a lack of sunlight due to being a nerdy hacker who barely goes outside (Canon).

We don’t see the woman’s eye color… but we do see that she is a recolor of the beauty trainer model (notice the red clothes and hair styles) which has brown eyes, just like Penny.

[Image Description: Beauty Trainer from Sword and Shield, she has brown eyes and a red sweater]

UPDATE 12/16/2022

A friend of mine (YouTube: WagonWorks) mentioned a bit of evidence that I hadn’t noticed. We were discussing a video by HybridHero about my theory, except HH theorized that Penny was the daughter of Rose and Oleana LINK. He goes over some of the same evidence as me, but I’m not as certain about “Oleana being Penny’s mother” and Bede isn’t mentioned despite being Rose’s adoptive son. Now then…

Exhibit E: Eye Shape

Rose and Peony have eye shapes very similar to Penny, specifically eye lashes. Her eyes especially resemble Rose’s and eye lashes resemble Peony’s, Rose being her uncle would confirm that that eye shape would be somewhere in Peony’s genes to pass down to Penny.

[Image Description: Penny, Peony, and Chairman Rose’s faces. Peony’s eyes are more angular while his eye lashes are curved and have a bit pointing out. Chairman rose had more curved eyed but shorter eyelashes. Penny has the same eye shape as Rose and same lashes as Peony]

Update: 12/29/2022

Exhibit F: Hair

While Nia and Penny’s hair styles are very different, their front bangs are extremely similar (maybe even the exact same if the graphics weren't completely different from SwSh). They both also have dyed hair (presumably, at least the red part of Penny’s hair could be dyed).

In the real world, dyed hair and bangs would mean nothing, but this is a fictional world where small details like that can be important. We recently has Legends: Arceus where we had several ancestors of modern characters, many of which have the same (or similar) hairstyles to their modern counterparts such as The Miss Fortune Sisters and Bertha, Candice, and Saturn, Colza and Gardenia, Rye and Riley, Choy and Charon, Arezu and Mars, Calaba and Gordie, Volo and Cynthia Etc. (they also share name origins, with their counterparts and similar parts of their names).

Now, comparing ancestors to descendants is a leap, so a more modern example is in Sun and Moon with Hala and Hau. Both of them have that ponytail and start with a “Ha”.

[Image 1: Penny and Peonia, their front hair bangs are very similar.

Image 2: Hala and Hau, both have a ponytail with Four Points]

Update: 12/13/2023

Exhibit G: The Mini-Series

Penny, Peonia, and Peony all make short cameos in the final episode of their respective region’s mini-series, and both cameo in the same location!

At the end of Twilight Wings, Peony is shown chasing Peonia on a train to the Crown Tundra. They are not facing the audience.

At the recent end of Paldean Winds, during a montage of people watching the final video, Penny is shown in the background, on a train, not facing the audience.

Now this would be nothing big… IF THE TWO TRAINS WERENT EXACTLY THE SAME:

Notice:

The rectangular Windows with curved edges

Orange text above the door

The yellow railings and curved railings towards the back of the train

The blue chairs that are shown to face each other.

The pokeball symbol on the back door.

Another important detail is that in the Paldean Winds Train, no one is shown wearing a Naranja Uniform, including the children, meaning this isn’t Paldea since EVERY OTHER CHILD WEARS THE UNIFORM IN THIS TRAILER.

Caph Squad still standing in the previous episode and the player character seeming to cameo at the beginning means that this episode takes place before the events of the game, WHILE PENNY IS IN GALAR.

I’ve also made a separate Post for more “Out There” pieces of evidence.

The End

In the Mochi Mayhem event, before the Zero Crew leave for Kitakami, Penny had to call her dad for permission and this is what we get:

[Transcript:

Penny - “Oh my GOSH, Dad, would you just drop it?! I told you—friends! I’m going with friends! No, you DON’T need to be worried about it! We are perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves! Ughhh, no, it’s not gonna be an “Adven-tour”—no one says that! Honestly. I’m hanging up now!”

Second Clip:

Penny - “Haaah. Suddenly I’m too tired for any of this…”

Arven - “Did you get your old man’s OK to go?”

Penny - “Yeah…in the end. But I had to put up with his ultra-mega-annoying dad talk to do it.”

Arven - “He just ultra-mega-cares, little bud!”

Penny - “Oh! Oh…yeah, maybe you’re right…”]

THERE IT IS “ADVEN-TOUR” THAT IS PEONY’S WORD, THERE IS NO DOUBT THAT THIS CONFIRMS:

Penny Is Peony’s Youngest Daughter

Almost 2 years of theorizing has finally led to confirmation, my life is complete.

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