#and also that he doesnt have like. any bodily need

[reddd-robin]

i think my favourite thing about creating mean and abhorrent characters is the kind of freedom to play around with and understand how they got to that point. not like how people will excuse it but as in psychoanalyzing these things. i love getting into their heads and knowing all their sore spots and what gets bruised when it’s just soo much fun. i love the absence of an idea of ‘good’ or ‘moral’ but the concept of cruelty hanging over the natural state of the world. 

MANY TAGS ABOUT OCS BELOW    V

#this is kind of about gwen. shes a horrible person but i love walking through #her life and knowing what develops when. the enitre concept of her spending centuries FORMING because she's a rock and then being forced- #-to just exist forever. she is so fascinated by animals that it makes her so hateful towards them for having it so easy #she doesnt even WANT easy shes just mad they got it. she spent soo long being mad and bored with her 'family' that mimicked an animal trait #thats another of my favourite things #the idea of the gargoyles little group being a 'family'. because the gargoyles were alll formed from the same mountain/landscape so they- #-cobbled together this social structure to function because the animal societies were doing it so well and subsequently trapping themselves- #-into a constant fight for power but even bigger figh about superiority and the elders being the most important #it all builds up to this constant frustration of gwen being the youngest but the most 'popular' one in the sense that she's a public figure #so she feels so entitled to all the things everyone else has that she comes to a point of taking it by force. in the end leading up to sifa #which i should specify there WASN'T sex involved in sifas creation lol gargoyles do not have genitals they are rocks #essentially the whole reason gwen was so wrapped up in keeping josef was because he's a qursa tiefling #which means he's a wild magic TAP. hes fucking leaking that shit everywhere she felt the power from a mile away #he cannot use any of it because it would kill him probably but gwen /can/ and she spent a good while sapping his magic until eventually- #-propositioning him to 'make' sifa. wherein she would just need to cut him open to take the magic necessary to make a weird almost-clone #its fucked up either way and a violation of josefs bodily automonmy. sorry josef #and also fucked up that sifa can never feel like her own person. girl cause youre not #HUGE RANT #oc shit

[icallhimjoey]

Define Close

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: What good are flatmates even, if they don't comfort you when you need it most? Or when you need it a normal amount? Or, you know, when you don't really need it, but just really want it?

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, afab!reader, hurt/comfort i guess? idk we're sad a lot and joe cheers us up a lot, mentions of reader having hair long enough to be played with

Author’s note: last one! i hope this non-plot fic was all right! it doesnt feel like it fully counted as a five-part story just because it doesn't feel like anything really happened besides... you know, a lot of hugging. anyways. enjoy!

Wordcount: 3.9K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

When Joe woke up the next morning, all promises he made to himself the night before had vanished. Like promises people made late at night in bed were wont to do.

I’ll start on Monday.

I’ll wake up early, do it in the morning.

Thing’s will be different when the sun rises.

They never were.

He didn’t know why he thought it would be different this time. Sure, he still thought it wasn’t exactly normal to wake up with his flatmate’s face pressed into his chest, but why would he risk doing anything that was going to change that?

You kept his bed warm. Satisfied his tactile nature. Filled something hollow within him which he didn’t realise was empty before. And in moments like these, he could tell it was spilling over. Making mess inside his chest.

Joe wanted to know why it never felt invasive.

He tried to think back how he got here.

Where it all began.

How it had evolved.

And why it never felt weird. Why you never needed to talk about any of it, words completely unnecessary. Why the only two words ever spoken about it, your wild and insane “Thank you.” felt like the most disgusting overkill of verbal communication Joe had ever experienced.

The two of you were just bad with words, he decided.

Joe felt how you stretched a leg, one that was still stuck between two of his, and carefully held you a little tighter until he felt you fully relax again.

Good.

You weren’t allowed to wake up yet.

Morning sun softly lit Joe’s room through the cracks in his curtains and, Joe knew it was a Sunday, but it also felt like a Sunday.

Nothing planned for the day. Hours of nothing that stretched out before him, time he got to fill with whatever felt right in the moment.

And right now, delaying waking up felt right.

He could pretend to ignore all the things that stirred inside. The questions. The uncertainties.

He could pretend to ignore the bodily reactions you were responsible for. He had done so for ages. Had gotten real good at pretending.

But he wondered if you knew.

If you felt the same stirring he felt.

If you could see it.

If you also sometimes blew off your friends, just to hang out at home. If you also wished the friends you had over would just fucking leave already when you’d feel drowsy after a big meal. If you also sometimes had a hard time falling back asleep after waking up at random hours, just because you had to deal with a lot of disappointment at being alone.

He shouldn’t ask for more.

He was getting plenty.

Right here. Right now.

Joe pulled a blanket of appreciation all the way over himself, and he felt full. Logically understood he wouldn’t have it forever, so he best really focus on the right here and the right now, and push any other thoughts aside.

He tried to focus on every part of your body that touched parts of his body until he located your heartbeat, and then focussed on that until he fell asleep again.

When he woke up about 45 minutes later, it was to your fingers lightly stroking his face that slowly tickled him awake.

You trailed a finger tip down his nose and when you pulled away, Joe tipped his head back a little, chasing your touch. It drew your eye to a little red patch underneath his chin.

“You’ve got a…” you started, voice barely there, throat full of sleep still. Joe felt how you scratched at his skin a little, and stuck his chin out more to help give you a better look.

“Does this hurt?” you asked all innocently before pressing a sharp nail into the soft flesh just past his jawline.

“Ow,” Joe cried, flinching away into his pillow more, immediately far more awake than he wanted to be. “Jesus Christ, good morning, what the...” Joe huffed a laugh, and you hid your face into his armpit to hide your own smile.

Just for a second.

When you moved your head back onto his chest, Joe rubbed at where you poked him.

“You’ve got an ingrown hair,” you used a finger to move his aside and pulled the skin taught for a better look. Joe’s hand moved to hold you by the wrist, making sure he could pull you away the second you’d try some of that bullshit again.

But instead, you took hold of his chin and moved his head to the side, inspecting the whole area closely.

Your intense attention made Joe grow shy, and you saw how a blush crept up his neck from up close. He tried to brave through, tried his best to not tuck his chin in and trap your fingers there.

But then you did it for him, moved his face by the chin and let your eyes trail up his jaw, over his sideburns and up into his hair.

Joe felt a little timid, not sure if he was mentally even fully awake yet, face heating up under your soft gaze.

He realised you’d never done this before. Usually, when you’d wake up next to each other, you’d blink your bleary eyes, have a look around his bedroom and get up and out. Leave his room without another word shared. Leave him alone, all by himself. This was the first time you’d stayed in his bed a little longer. Lazed around and woke up slow.

It was nice.

Your chin pressed into his chest felt nice.

The weight of your thigh that rested over his hip felt nice.

All this innocent soft attention in your shared warmth felt nice.

“Hmm, you’re so warm,” Joe whispered, because you were, and it felt nice.

It was all so nice.

Your eyes roaming his features was maybe a bit much, seeing as you were quite literally able to count his pores, you were so close.

But it was still nice.

You’d created this bubble of blissful contentment together and Joe let himself drown into the right here and right now of it all.

Joe loved it in the bubble.

Would trap you in this bubble with him forever, if he could.

But his cheeks were blushing so hard, and he stared up at the ceiling in hopes of making it stop. In your next move, you let go of his chin and raised a hand up to his hair where three fingers disappeared into his hairline for a second.

Just for a literal second, though.

“You need to wash your hair.” you said dryly and moved to sit up.

Joe groaned a little.

You’d popped the bubble.

Just like that.

It was like reality got shoved right into his face as you sat up and he almost went and pulled right back in. Right back into his chest, into that bubble, where everything sparkled, and tingled, and went fuzzy around the edges.

But alas. You were already gone.

When you later met in your living area, everything was sort of back to normal. All casual. Like you hadn’t just spent another night wrapped up in bed together, parts of bodies close to other parts of bodies that they had no right being so close to.

You were flatmates, for fuck’s sake.

And sure, you were a different kind of flatmate to each other than your average run-of-the-mill flatmate. But still, how were you only just flatmates to each other still?

No lingering awkwardness.

Never an embarrassing moment.

Just a, “We’re out of dishwasher tablets,” as you grabbed the last one and showed him the empty cardboard box.

Followed by a, “Do you want some coffee?” and a neutral face thrown his way.

Like you were talking to your mum.

“Yea,” Joe answered, and tried showing as much indifference as he could in return. “Coffee sounds lovely.”

And that was that. Once again. Just flatmates.

Joe pretended all was fine. Pretended it was fine how you never talked about any of it.

He didn’t really have the right to complain, he thought. Because he still got to reach hands across and squeeze your arm in thanks when you passed him a drink, and you weren’t weirded out by that.

He still got to sometimes come home and see your charming little pouty face and know he’d get to hug you all night long, and you didn’t deny him the snuggles.

And still, if it got really bad, you’d cry and he’d find you and comfort you until you stopped crying, and then he’d make a stupid joke and you’d laugh and, are you fucking joking, he’d be left on cloud nine for a days.

To be able to get you from tears into giggles with just a couple of wrapping arms, and stroking hands, and silly comments?

Did you even know what that did to him?

Joe thought he’d gotten a weird sort of sixth sense for it now. He could snuff out your mood just from the sounds of how you’d walk in after work. Knew exactly what the evening was going to look like from the way that you were breathing. Could sniff it out like a bloodhound, he was that tuned in.

Unhealthy?

Maybe.

But he loved it too much to really do anything about it.

Even when you started pulling away a little again, like you’d done before. Would walk in sort of happy and pleased and would just make yourself a large salad for dinner before you’d go for a quick drink with friends.

It sent him down that same fucking spiral.

Why was he upset his flatmate was no longer upset so often?

How in the world was he even going to begin to unpack that?

Joe didn’t want to admit to anything, because you didn’t talk about anything, but it affected him plenty. He still got to squeeze your shoulder, and poke you in the side, and sometimes massage a socked foot when you did end up on the sofa together, but... fuck it. Joe wanted your body pressed all up against his, every night, and if he had it his way, not just on the sofa but then also in his bed right after.

He let it build.

He let it build up far too high until, one strange afternoon, it all tumbled down.

He’d been moping around since earlier that morning. Had to get some work done but just grew more and more annoyed and he didn’t really know how to articulate what it was. Was it you? Or was it him? Or was it something else entirely, and was this just easier to be upset with because it was on his mind so often?

He kind of didn’t even want to figure it out.

Just wanted to be annoyed.

And then you’d walked in, and he could hear. He frowned and listened and... yep. That sounded just about right.

Joe was stood in the kitchen when you stepped into the room and for a moment, you just looked at each other.

You expected things to go how they usually went when you walked in the way you’d just done.

If Joe was in, he’d find you and hold your face to make you look at how he empathetically mimicked your pout and knitted eyebrows before he hugged you tight and whispered all sorts of things about pizza toppings into your ear.

If Joe was in, he never even needed to take a proper look at you to know you’d needed tending to. Which is what he’d then always do.

He’d find you, and tend to you until you no longer needed tending to, and yet, now...

Now, he wasn’t really doing anything.

And you never talked.

But, then... now what?

Joe just looked at you, leant into his shoulders as his hands rested on the black shiny countertop of the island and seemed irritated.

Kind of angry.

This was new.

Different.

Needed different approach.

So...

“You all right?”

For a moment you thought that maybe Joe was mad with you, with the way his face read thunder as he took a moment to answer that question. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

But then he sighed, and his expression softened slightly before he shrugged and answered, “Define all right.”

“Cool, me neither. Come sit.”

For a split second, Joe thought, no. Let’s keep distance and talk for a change.

But before he even knew it, his legs were carrying him over to the sofa where you waited for him to sit down first, which he then simply just did.

Joe let himself fall back into the sofa and kept his arms slightly open, knowing you were likely going to drop down right next to him.

But you didn’t want to just let Joe hug you, this time.

Joe looked like he needed to be hugged himself just as much.

Maybe even more than you, you thought.

So instead, you climbed onto the sofa feet first, sat down next to him but faced into him, and draped both arms around his neck, pushing your cheek against his in a tight hug. Your knees dug into the back of the sofa a little uncomfortably, and it was like Joe could tell, because he shimmied a little until you both sighed and sagged into each other.

You felt Joe hug you back, arms around your waist and flat palms spread around your sides. It almost felt like his arms looped around you twice as he pulled you tightly into him.

It was wild how Joe could feel his bad mood drain from his body, and he wondered if this was how you always felt. If Joe’s embraces did the same to you.

You sat like that for a while, sometimes unsticking cheek from cheek to find a better bit of skin to press your face into.

You sat like that until Joe felt his annoyance make way for something else to shine through.

This would usually be the moment he’d make a joke. A little comment that would make you laugh, even if you didn’t want to and tried to hide it, but Joe could always feel how the muscles in your stomach tensed in his small moment of victory.

Not this time.

And it was silly, because you were waiting for it too.

For Joe to make light of something heavy. Because he was so good at making light of all things heavy.

But nothing really came.

You felt how Joe moved his face down and found the crook of your neck to bury his nose into. Maybe he was actually crying. You weren’t sure. But just in case, you used soothing fingers to swipe across his shoulders, across where they could reach, and you felt Joe’d head grow heavier as he relaxed more.

“Better?” you asked softly, and Joe just hummed in confirmation.

Something euphoric bubbled up inside you.

Success.

Then Joe moved his head up and you thought it was maybe to press it against the side of yours once again, but instead he got it right in front of yours and let your foreheads touch. Let your noses bump.

You weren’t sure what happened between the surge of elation and your noses touching, but suddenly, you kind of felt like crying again. Felt the dark mood you’d been in when you walked in a little earlier return.

But it didn’t feel like this moment was really about you, for once.

So you just... stayed there. Stayed put. Kept your eyes closed, and let your noses touch, and hoped that whatever you were doing was at least making Joe feel better.

“Is this helping?” you whispered, and Joe felt it against his mouth.

In turn, he sighed, and you felt that against yours before he answered, “Yea.”

His arms squeezed tighter and you tried thinking of a time where you’d been closer than this. If this counted as the closest you’d ever been.

And then you felt his nose run up along the side of yours before moving down the other side of it and, probably. This was probably the closest you’d ever been.

“Yea,” he said again, and then followed it up with, “You’re not going anywhere.”

The slightly higher pitch of his voice made Joe sound like he was crying. You checked, kind of had to check, and moved back slightly to have a look.

But he wasn’t crying. Seemed wildly wrecked in a different way. One slightly foreign to you. It made you furrow your brow in confusion, because, what did he mean, ‘you’re not going anywhere’?

You weren’t going anywhere.

You never did.

You shared a flat together and you were always there.

Joe saw how you tried to make sense of his words in real time, up close, and it made sense to him that you didn’t immediately get it. You never used actual words together. Of course this was going to take you a second. He understood. But still. It was fucking annoying that you didn’t.

Joe had to look away for a second, to stare at the wall on the other side of the room as he leant back into the sofa more, arms sliding down your back as he did.

With his head tilted back onto the backrest, he carefully started, “You know…” and then took another moment to think. Because, what did you know?

You waited, mostly because you were unsure of what else to do.

You and Joe didn’t talk. Didn’t ask questions. Just... you just were. Were how you were.

So you waited, and saw Joe’s eyes wander down to the collar of your top where he took one of the unbuttoned buttons in between his fingers to play with.

“I don’t think I can… I might not have the strength,”

Never talking also meant you’d not practiced listening. And Joe made listening difficult, because as he fidgeted with your collar, you couldn’t help your eyes from drifting to a bicep. You concluded his top was too tight around the arms, and let your eyes linger there, because it looked nice.

A flex of the muscle brought you back to him.

For a small moment, you made eye-contact and you realised you were too close.

“When are you going to… when will you see it?” Joe pressed, ducking his head to force eye-contact as you tried moving back a little. His voice remained soft, words almost cautious as they found your ears.

You didn’t really have a response.

“I’m not…” you began, thinking you’d find out what exactly you weren’t along the way, but you faltered.

You had no idea what you weren’t. Had no idea what to say.

“I’m not…” you tried again.

Still didn’t get any further. Not good with words, you thought to yourself. Why was Joe making you talk?

You never talked.

But Joe waited, just like you’d waited for him before. Gave you time to find the right way to articulate whatever was going on inside your mind.

And he shouldn’t have.

You suddenly inhaled sharply and created more distance between the two of you as you said, “I’m not really hungry.”

“I–... what?”

You got up from the sofa.

“If you want a pizza, you’re going to have to eat the whole thing yourself I’m afraid. I think we’ve got some– yea, there’s at least two in the freezer still,”

“But–...”

You were already on your way to show him.

“Tandoori chicken and, um, one with mushrooms, I think, I got them last week, unless you’ve already had them, they should be in there...”

Joe couldn’t fucking believe it.

You were... you were being awkward.

Being all weird.

Had he made things awkward and weird? By talking?

Surely, that couldn’t be the case.

He watched you nervously fight with a freezer drawer that didn’t seem to want to budge for a second, until it did, and you yanked it all the way out. Made it clatter against the tiles.

Oh, it was absolutely the case.

“Fuck– sorry,” you near-violently shoved it back into its slot, and the sound of plastic sliding across ice made his skin crawl.

“Hey,” Joe was already up on his feet.

“Yea, see? Chicken and garlic mushroom, you can have–”

“Hey, hey, stop.” Joe rounded the island, got you by the arms and turned you away from the freezer.

“If you want–”

“I said, stop.”

You then did stop. Let Joe close the freezer door as you closed your eyes and exhaled through flared nostrils.

Joe studied your face, confused and worried by what the fuck had just happened. How you’d gone from lovingly embracing each other on the sofa until you’d both left each other’s shapes across your fronts like you were memory foam, to suddenly this weird, embarrassing, panicky state in the kitchen.

Words.

“It’s okay if you don’t–” Joe started, wanting to tell you it was fine if you didn’t want to talk, but this time you cut him off. Said, “Joe, please,” in a wobbly voice, because you did want what Joe meant earlier. You did see it. Did want that.

But you were flatmates.

Joe moved his hands and cupped your face.

It made you open your eyes and you immediately wished you hadn’t.

His eyes were so fucking expressive, they kind of bore all.

It was weird to want to look away just as much as you wanted to keep this connection with him, and you moved your hands to hold onto his wrists so that, even if you did end up looking away, he at least wouldn’t let go of you.

You watched his eyes flick between yours before they flicked down at your mouth.

It made you do the same, and, shit.

No.

You were flatmates.

But then Joe leant a little closer, and you didn’t move away. Did the opposite in fact.

Joe let your foreheads touch once more, and allowed the two of you to be close again.

You were the worst at talking.

Never talked.

But, fuck, you were so good at being close.

Joe knew that he was going to have to let everything else do the talking. Like it had always done, up until now. He just... he needed to articulate a little clearer, that was all.

You lifted your chin slightly, just enough to nuzzle. To press your nose against his and for a brief moment, you moved like you were kissing, but your lips didn’t touch.

“Joe,” you breathed, sounding unsure, and Joe stilled for a second. “We’re flatmates.”

And God, if that same exact thought hadn’t kept him from ever moving past where you were right this second.

“Yea,” he agreed in a whisper.

You were flatmates.

But then you let a hand move up to his neck, and Joe copied the move. Got you by the base of the skull and tested to see if he could guide you to tip your head the way he wanted it to tip.

You easily let him.

Lips brushed. Only briefly. No one flinched or moved back, and Joe hovered right in front until he felt your fingers pull him closer.

“But we’re close.”

the end

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[sorrelpaws]

what are your personal favorite hcs for morty? (coming from another guy who is prime morty irl) and this could be any morty ^___^ or even hcs for how c137 and pmorty interact and just stuff about them/their dynamic since i really really enjoy how you depict them i feel like you’re one of the few that really Get the way they act around each other yknow. if that makes sense. you are just very epic like that /gen

ANOONNN this is such a cute ask SRYY its taken me a gazillion years to answer this its cuz a lot of my hcs/ the way i interpret rick and mortys dynamic is like. its hard to explain i sort of just get visions of dialogue and scenarios in my mind. BUTTT!!! ive managed to clean up the sludge a little . a huge hc i have for pmorty is that he has a lot of tiny miscellaneous scars because as he gets older he sort of wants to feign independence a little and act like he doesnt want/need rick's help. could also be a form of reclamation, "here's me exhibiting bodily autonomy" and all that. i love drawing him with a little eyebrow scar, its one of the more prominent ones i think um. For Reasons I Will Not Disclose but that i imagine are incredibly apparent either way. But an "canon" explanation for it is that he gets it sometime during the entire rickshank rickdemption fiasco, specifically pre-showdown. since this episode reallyyyyy tests mortys loyalty to rick, i think it'd be kind of fun to have his faith in him be punished with something so tiny but so permanent.

i've mentioned this before but i really think the best parallel to draw for rick and mortys day to day dynamic is high school guys who say they're best friends but dont even know each others favorite colors. like they just spend a lot of time hanging out and doing things together, but emotionally there's very little conscious substance, if that makes sense ???!! in the sense that they dont turn to each other if they need actual comfort, they just sort of bottle it up and cry about it behind the corner.

their whole dynamic is jumpstarted by rick needing someone by his side. he's just an old man who's desperate for company, and so he intentionally isolates morty from his peer, which in turn makes morty very reliant on rick, but rick really doesn't want to or know how to meet the emotional quota he deprives morty of. IF THAT MAKES SENSE. rick wants a loyal dog but doesn't want to put in the effort to earn its trust and respect. this kiindd of changes in newer seasons, with rick being less reliant on morty and instead opting for therapy and Friends in the same mental and physical age group as him, but it seemingly pretends rick's actions in earlier seasons have no consequences, and that morty is in no way affected by being robbed of a social life, which is ugh. whatever. i guess.

they're forever super clingy though. they're each others favorite person, even if they maybe kind of hate each other. rick is very emotionally stunted due to years of unprocessed trauma, and morty is hopelessly devoted to someone who gives him a semblance of positive attention.

#rick and morty #asks #RAAGHHHH #this kind of devolved into a meta analysis but o well...... #morty smith #rick sanchez

[spidersmiceandeverythingnice]

Ya know what tbqh I'm having a lot more fun interacting with SJM since deciding to hash tag stan tamlin but also what grinds my gears!?!? What butters my fucking croissants!?!?!

Tamlin has HOBBIES.

No no. Seriously. I have a point. Listen:

We know the following pieces of information about the Spring Court/Tamlin in ACOTAR: Most of the government falls squarely on Tamlin's shoulders because most of the old guard and the former sentries are dead, because they left the Spring Court to search for a "cure." He and Lucien actively patrol their borders and hunt for monsters that threaten humans and faeries alike. Taxes are collected once a year via the Tithe, but Tamlim absolishes the Tithe during Amarantha's rule. There are no cities. There is almost no distinction in the Court between High Fae and "lesser fae." He was a victim of abuse via his father and two much older brothers. Human slaves used to be common, but Tamlin finds his family history abhorrent and considers himself a protector type. He personally took Lucien to another Court for healing after Amarantha damaged his eye in a way that Tamlin himself could not fix. A faerie dies in his living room and Tamlin personally buries him. Tamlin takes refugees from other courts. The most important holiday is Calanmai, wherein Tamlin sacrifices his bodily autonomy and gets possessed by a god (?) in order to generate magic during the changing of seasons. He can be grouchy but he has a sense of humor; he writes silly poems for fun and plays music well enough that Feyre thinks he could make an actual career of it.

A lot of this gets re-conned, re-framed as "conservative" and sometimes actively ignored in order to attribute more positive qualities to Rhys - who in ACOTAR, is shown to be a manipulative liar who commits murder for fun and drugs/assaults Feyre. Tamlin clearly suffers from PTSD in ACOMAF but his symptoms are not "noble" or cute like Feyre. The narrative postulates that while Feyre needs to learn that she's worthy of love and freedom and that her dark past doesnt define her, Tamlin needs to be "redeemed" because his trauma is not as important or as valid as hers, and he can't be worthy of help until he repents for his "crime" of acting in ways that are - from his perspective- completely logical, and based in genuinely good/loving intentions.

In ACOWAR, Feyre states that she begins implanting/altering the memories of Tamlin in other people's heads to make them abandon him. She also steals a gift (presumably, a gift from Rhys to Tamlin) because she doesn't feel he deserves it, and contemplates burning down the rose garden which is pretty much all Tamlin has left of his mother.

This... does not make me hate Tamlin in the slightest. I read these books and actively struggle to hate him the way the narrative wants because everything about him is legitimately just tragic and pitiable.

While all this goes on the narrative goes on to reposition Rhysand - the guy who caused a lot of the main heroine trauma - as the best guy who ever lived. He's cruel to be kind, deeply misunderstood and hurting in silence. A martyr whose pain is just like the heroine's, who is an immortal ancient warrior king more powerful than any other person in the world but still somehow the narrative equal of a barely literate 20 year old woman. That sure is a choice and ya know what fine, whatever, I accept that this is the story I'm reading. But back to my earlier point:

What hobby does Rhysand have other than sex and fighting?

Answer me. Quickly.

The retcons with Tamlins character are annoying on their own because SJM clearly thinks her audience is too stupid to remember book one of her own series. But it's especially annoying for me given that Rhysand is a boring mouthpiece for the author to moralize her faerie books. As a character he's incredibly bland. There's nothing about him that's compelling because everything "bad" that he does is justified and righteous, and he can't be challenged or hurt because that would make Feyre (the other author mouthpiece) very sad. :(

Anyway remember to stan tamlin, send tweet.

#anti sjm #tamlin #anti rhysand #im so bored of feysand they are the most boring insufferable fucking couple

[actualbird]

muah muah *pops a bottle of champagne as i enjoy the recent marluke cuddling post*

speaking of luke and sleeping... i have a headcanon that luke is probably trained to sleep wherever and whenever because of his job. but also i can't decide if he'd also have some sort of insomnia(?) because as you said... hyper vigilance plus the anticipation of how anything could go wrong at any moment because of his illness, and i would assume his medication could also play an effect on his sleep? i'd just like to know what are your thoughts about it! love your rambles! :D

wahhh, im glad u liked the mariluke spooning headcanons :DD

and my thoughts on ur headcanons is that I LOVE ITTTTTTT!!!

i so very much agree with you that luke is capable of falling asleep anywhere, even in the most unforgiving survival environments. he can sleep on a bus, a train, a plane, the coldest floor known to man, in the middle of the wilderness with only a fire warding away big predators, etc etc.

but i also dont think that thats contradictory to him having some insomnia!!!

cuz like........him being Able to sleep in all kinds of environments is something he'd had to have learned for missions, high stakes situations. it becomes yet another bodily function needed in survival. eat, drink, sleep, survive. with that being said, i dont think the sleep he gets in extreme environments is Particularly restful; it's bare minimum amount of rest needed to keep his body and mind functioning for the tasks the mission needs, and it would also be a light kind of sleep because he'd need to be ready for any kind of danger again.

and thats really different from an 8hr fully restful and healthy daily sleep cycle. and insomnia doesnt just include the ability to fall asleep, but also the quality of that sleep as well.

luke is capable of sleeping wherever because he needs to, but insomnia can totally come in when life is just.......Normal. like, it's a normal ass day with no danger and the most exciting thing to happen is probably peanut bringing back some fun looking leaves, everything is fine and chill but he cant get a Good Quality Kind Of Sleep at night because hes gotten used to Bare Minimum Survival Kind Of Sleep he learned.

the meds thing is also interesting!! since in canon hes mainly on painkillers, that could definitely make him sleepy sometimes and add frustration when he feels lethargic but unable to get a kind of sleep that makes him actually feel truly rested. on the side anticonvulsant medication, a bunch of them also come with fatigue as a common side effect!

still, none of this is a Forever Problem kinda thing. like a lot of issues luke has, a lot of the problem is because he got used to things he had to do in a more extreme portion of his life, and the return to a semblance of a normal life (.....nxx cases dont make for a COMPLETELY normal life but uh, IT'S STILL A BIT BETTER CUZ HES BACK HOME YKNOW SHFJVJKS) highlights the dissonance. it's a different world he has to become accustomed to again.

it's definitely not gonna happen overnight, but luke in canon brings up again and again how some of his life's dreams are dreams of a mundane life with mundane joys. just like benji in FFT (im sorry benji is all thats on my mind these days thanks to the event kjvKJSVKJF), luke is capable of readjusting and making a home in the mundane, in the softer everyday where rest is restful and sleep is woken from peacefully.

in summary:

luke: i can sleep anywhere in any situation!

aaron: uh huh, then why do you still look so tired, kid?

luke, trembling: ....i didnt say the sleep i got was restful ;-;

thank you for the ask <3

#asks #anon #aaron: have you tried sleepytime tea? luke: youre a DOCTOR and youre prescribing me TEA?????? #tears of themis #luke pearce

[baconcolacan]

@letmeaskdanielaquestion I hope you dont mind but I’m posting this because its impossible for me to answer fully in the replies. And I count this as another ask so just in case someone else has something similar to ask they can look to this one :] Also thank you again for the previous kind words!

And, hrm…about writing, yes I did write a lot before regimen, but its far FAR from being any good. Thankfully most of my early works have never seen the light of day (because they’re in a now dead and deleted fb group) and the ones that did never got off the ground and is lost in ff.net. I was a horrible, horrible, little goblin of a writer and a total weeb. If you cant imagine in, just know that I used stuff like “Kya~!” in the writing……..yeah, I’m choking from embarrassment how did you know?

I also understand the perfectionism bit btw. I’m diagnosed with OCD, and my brand of OCD makes me obsessed with perfection among other things, to the point where I risk bodily harm to achieve it. It took me years of therapy and medication to overcome it, so I understand giving up when you feel something isnt up to your standards. The best advice I can give is this:

When writing, your first draft is just that, your first draft, it doesnt matter if there are grammatical errors and wonky dialogue, its there for you to have fun with and go wild on, word vomiting whatever you feel is the best next sentence. Personally, it feels cathartic to put down all my thoughts on the paper instead of letting them fester in my head, at least its out and not bugging me from within my own mind. I dont sweat the details of my first draft, I just need the words out of my head and physically there so it doesnt bother me as much. Trust me, ideas love to nip and yap at any creative’s heels until they make them real, only then will you have your peace and quiet.

And if you want more order? Before your first draft, make a skeleton of your story, put down the events that happen in each chapter in bullet points. I assume you’ve read chapter 1 of Regimen already so I’ll give my chapter skeleton as an example:

Regimen: Act 1 Outlines

Ch1 - Escape

* Pick up from Armistice. Tom is stumbling through the woods trying to get back to base

* Introduce some unit mates and their relationships with Tom

* Tom hides the fact that the General is dead + his encounter with Tord

* Peace treaty is aired. Things go horribly wrong (Tord is a bastard snake here, remember that Neil)

* Tom announces his intention to escape Norway. The others follow.

* Add context to the world and the state of Norway at the moment, have Tom reflect on his relationship with Tord compared to others. (Hes wrong btw, he ***I erased this next part because the note spoils something***)

* The escape ends in tragedy. Most of the unit is destroyed.

And for inspo? I always suggest different media: books, shows, movies etc etc. Analyze them, see how the plot flows, what works and what doesn’t, how does the story progress? Do they use flashbacks? How often? Exposition? How much? etc etc.

But ah, take my advice with a grain of salt. I’m a professional visual artist, I’m just a hobbyist when it comes to writing ^^;

#asks #letmeaskdanielaquestion #regimen ao3 #Its late here now so I’m going to bed #night you guys~ #long post #kinda #I jabber a bit lol

[juicezone]

diap ask game !

1, 2, 5, 9, 12, 13, 14, 15? (that is. SO many feel free to leave any out sjdfklsdj)

Not too many i love talking abt these things (holds cooper and shakes them like a squeaky toy) The Thang

1: Why do they wear diapers? (comfort? necessity?) It's about 70% comfort, 30% necessity! It's more comfort than necessity now that Cooper's not usually being his own cg, but he's actually a bit more comfortable the actual usage of them now since he has someone to help w them. B4, when Cooper was mostly their own cg, whenever they would end up using them it would almost always pull them out bc they had to clean up + feeling embarrassed

Also lowkey tends to actually need-need them when puppy-mode! If Cooper's puppy-re, and not wearing a diap, keep an eye out for if they get squirmy bc that means the puppy gotta go

2: When did they start wearing diapers? Copper actually kinda stubbornly worked their way backwards! He literally used everything but diaps at first- even using smth like pads (which are NOT. designed for that type of use but it wasn't actually being used at that point) until he finally was like "god. okay fine." (coop was lowkey embarrassed abt how it helped keep his brain settled but now he's like *smacks ward upside the head w a diap* WEAR IT MORON <-in a supportive nice way)

5: What are their favorite patterns/designs? Pawprints,Bones, Dinosaurs, Green, (Plain) Purple ones, not really a fan of the more fem/girly designs! Would probably wear barney ones or smth (green + purple + dinosaurs)! Would rather plain coloured ones than patters they dont like tbh

9: What’s their Dream Diaper? Honestly, something just very comfortable to sleep in, since that's usually what they do when regressed! OR easy and quiet to move in, because Puppy-re Cooper is not a fan of crinkly-like noises. Definitely Dinosaur themed- maybe a package that had various dinosaurs for different diaps!

12: What scent of baby powder is their favorite? (or would be their favorite? feel free to make one up!) Honestly, if Cooper can get away w a non-scented one, he will use that! Also lowkey, Cooper will 9/10 prefer to do that on his own unless he's already very comfortable settled down! But if he's just getting settled, he usually does that part himself (he doesnt usually mind help getting dressed afterwards)

Puppy-Cooper will absolutely get it everywhere, do not let puppy-cooper near the powder <3

13: Have they ever had a daytime accident? Yeah, usually post-big naps or if Cooper's really settled down and teeny. He's getting better at letting Bones help him get cleaned up and changed, but 9/10 he has a hard time settling back down. Puppy-Cooper is more likely, esp if Puppy-Cooper is being sillaaay! If they're squirmy, like real squirmy, either get that puppy to a bathroom or diap him REAL fast. (Puppy Coop always gets so miserable about it ): )

14: Do they wet the bed? Sometimes, usually if they go to sleep regressed and wake up the next morning but forgot to put a little extra nighttime protection on! Especially if Cooper sleeps in. They're more of a morning-ish person, so if its past 10 am and Cooper's still in bed, there's gonna be a clean-up usually

15: Who changes them? (their cg? anyone who’s comfortable? only themself?) If Cooper's just settling into regressing, usually they'll get themself changed. If they're more or less already regressed, they don't mind Bones helping/changing them as much, but might be a bit moody (cranky baby bitey).

Puppy-Cooper is so squirmy abt it. there's a decently good chance that Bones will change him, and within the hour Cooper will be attempting to wiggle free (not. NAKEY but you know. commando in a onesie)

Cooper will absolutely not let anyone other than Bones help him. To him, at least Bones is a doctor so he's not exactly embarrassed abt bodily functions. Cooper will absolutely lock himself in the bathroom rather than let anyone else help him

#my friend my wonderful friend tysm #also. Ward absolutely makes jokes abt getting Cooper puppy pads. Cooper does his standard return response (Biting) #character: cooper

[steel-and-fire]

Tagged by: @bells-of-black-sunday <;3 Tagging: @nameaprice, @poisonflowrs, @thegoldentigress, @thornicidxs and whoever wants, idk, i just looked at the dash and picked 4 of you xd

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?

Of ashes and smoke. Blood, sweat and screams... Okay, but seriously, Igris'Ir has a rather unique scent, it's almost like smelling aromatic smoke, mixed with a light hint of brimstone. He washes himself regularly, and does like using soaps when in a city's comfort, so unless he is drenched in blood, he smells rather nice.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE?

His hands are a little rough, a mixture of his natural texture and hardness of skin, and the years he grew up in the mountains and forests. That said, they aren't harsh, for his natural regeneration prevents calouses and skin deformations from remaining long.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?

Igris'Ir's demand on calories is very heavy. Other than his naturally large body and demanding lifestyle, his bodily magic also demands that he eats a lot. Even magic operates under rules, and the energy to sustain it has to come from somewhere. Starving would severely weaken him and would halten his regeneration. That said, he is a warrior and a hunter, and is trained to survive on minimal food for days, relying on dry meals and rations if he has to. For a healthy day though, he needs a good amount of meat, which he will either buy or hunt himself. He isn't a big vegetable fan, although he likes fruit a lot, and will snack on them often. He additionally enjoys alcohol, but also milk and milk products, and they are often a part of his meals.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE?

Oh, absolutely not. His voice is too hoarse, and attempting to singwill often lead to him spitting a few sparks. His sense of rythme is also attrocious in his normal verse too. His twin sister is a very good singer, but him? Not at all.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS?

Hmmmm...well this asks for bad habits, not traits..So only one comes to mind really strongly. Igris used to have a tendency to not believe in people's care for him or his presence, and so he often disappeared without a word, returning much time later as if nothing happened. It always baffled him why people were pissed at him too, but he is trying hard to improve it now. He doesnt have any real nervous ticks either, other than being an impatient mess of stress when something really concerns him. Which happens rarely, but when it does, it shows.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR?

He can most often be seen in his traveling attire. Carrying spare cloths is difficult, so he only has underwear and sock change with him. He just cleans and buys new cloths regularly, or has a mage clean/repair them. To the point, his attire consists of a sleaveless undershirt, a breastplate with fur collar, gauntlets and gloves, pants and a half skirt over them, and lastly, heavy leather boots. He carries his backpack with essentials on his back, and most often has his axe on his hand when moving around.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO?

In general? Not at all. Like, not one bit. Igris'ir maintains a certain respectful distance from those around him, and he doesn't like his personal space invaded much. This changes in two occasions. If he is with a partner, or he cares about a person a lot. Then yes, he becomes a ball of insatiable affection, and good luck enduring him. He can suffocate you with it. It is rare, but strong.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN?

Due to his horns, he cant sleep on the side, not without a special pillow. So he most often sleeps on his back, sometimes on his stomach, but most often on his back.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM?

Funily enough, no. Despite his size, Igris'Ir is a hunter, his steps are rather silent. He isn't one with the shadows or anything, but his steps are certainly surprisingly quiet, and someonet can easily notice it if they stay around him for a bit.

#this was a lot #but fun~ #headcanons #dash games #Igris'Ir

[eraseur-a]

Misc. headcanons V

Can cry on command. Weird amount of control over his tear ducts. But still not enough to prevent dry eye, of course. This also requires focus, and can detract from the power of his quirk.

Tries to stay hydrated, largely bc of his quirk, but forgets often. 

Doesn’t have a consistent sense of when he is hungry/thirsty/other innate bodily needs, despite also being very in tune with his body.

Not artistic at all. Doesn’t make up stories, play music, do any kind of art. 

is more attracted to the concept of a person than the actual person

More talkative when drunk, gets kind of silly. Depends on the situation though

Corrects other peoples grammar in group chats

Aphantasia. 

The goggles are also to keep things out of his eyes, protect from wind etc., not just so disguise where he is looking ik this is canon but i feel like it should be mentioned

normally types in all lowercase, except for capitalizing names, but when he gets angry he types more formally. 

doesnt own a mirror. there’s one built into the bathroom but like. hasn’t bought one

shotas hero costume is simple bc he sees excess as a risk. plus i still hold that hes trying to minimize effects of quirks -- different materials etc could be manipulated by certain quirks, etc

dark mode on everything always

#headcanon #woah i thought i posted this like a week ago #6th is already halfway done lol #misc headcanons

[mmorgball]

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[scoutbot]

draco-elgavan creation guide

a guide on making your own magic, substantially weirder than draco-morphiads cat person!

origins

something that should be cleared up before i continue is that draco-elgavans are a fertile hybrid species between draco-morphiads and my moirail’s species elgavans. they came about after the second draconian (draconia is the draco-morphiad homeworld) reckoning indirectly led to the fall of the draco-morphiad’s interstellar empire. many draco-morphiads from across the galaxy fled to elgava to escape genocide at the hands of a much more cruel enemy empire.

once enough draco-elgavans were born and grew up for there to be a stable breeding population, their population (relatively) quickly eclipsed the draco-morphiads.

by the time draconia became habitable again, none of the draco-morphiads (enough existed that they were no longer on the brink of extinction, but they were still outnumbered by draco-elgavans) really cared enough to move back. so, the draco-elgavans moved in instead, christening the planet draco-elgava.

names

draco-elgavan names can be anything, but are often in neo-serrisewayvian (my moirail’s conlang).

symbols

draco-elgavan symbols can be anything, and, like draco-morphiads, are usually the same color as their eyes. unlike draco-morphiads, draco-elgavan eyes can be any color, including weird ones like glowing white or black with x-shaped neon green pupils.

unlike draco-morphiads, draco-elgavans actually have things they need to hide with clothes, so symbols are in the traditional position on the shirt.

fur

draco-elgavan fur can be any color or any pattern. unlike draco-morphiads; draco-elgavan fur trends away from colors that can be found on real cats.

elements and elemental mutations

draco-elgavans, like draco-morphiads, have 12 elements. unlike draco-morphiads, where each element is one powerset that all dracos of that element have; draco-elgavan elements are umbrellas that many power sets fall under.

for example, seklynte (the draco-elgavan up top)’s power is to poison every living thing he touches, and hes considered a plant element.

no-elements also exist, but are much rarer. being a no-element is as rare among draco-elgavans as having an rh-null blood type is among humans - there are only 43 no-element draco-elgavans currently alive. while they often have scales like no-element draco-morphiads, no-element draco-elgavans often have feathers alongside or instead of said scales.

another difference is that in draco-elgavans, quantum strings elements have been recorded to exist. alongside void elements, they are much more common in draco-elgavans, occuring once a generation.

i refer to what draco-elgavans have as elemental mutations rather than elemental bits because on draco-elgavans theyre whole body effects rather than just bits.

for example, squirreltail here only has tree branch antlers, while seklynte has yew branch antlers, liily of the valley whiskers, a deadly nightshade flower on his tail, and whatevers going on with his claws (i forgot my original intent with that).

other mutations

draco-elgavans are also prone to being generally physically weird.

a draco-elgavan can have almost any bodily abnormality as long as it doesnt harm them.

duplicated limbs, not having a mouth (most common in plague, plant and strings elements), and body parts that float detached from the rest of the draco-elgavan, are the most common, but are by no means the only ways in which draco-elgavan bodies can be weird.

wiki link

https://mspfs.fandom.com/wiki/Draco-Elgavan

#felix noises #draco-elgavans #fanspecies #genocide mention

[snackleggg]

Got a new au

The walking dead but with less guns and violence and a lot more dumb shenanigans and even dumber teenagers (also ghosts)

So the Ancients get turned into humans by a ghostly artifact that had just been rediscovered. Because most, if not all, the Ancients (in this au) were never human to begin with so they have more than a little trouble and of course have to go to their favourite (and also not so favourite) Phantom for help.

The Ancients in this au are Clockwork, Nocturn, Pandora, Undergrowth, Vortex, and Fright Knight (Nightmare has been turned into a cat)

Of course Vortex and Undergrowth were supposed to be locked up but their escape had been what indirectly led to the rediscovery of the artifact, that they also accidently broke.

So they have to keep an eye on Vortex and Undergrowth as they try and find a way to turn themselves back to normal since the prison they had been kept in doesnt work for humans. Thankfully they cant cause any havoc because none of them can use their powers.

If being turned human wasnt bad enough though, on top of that they were all turned into teenagers and then deposited in a random location on earth. This is because apparently the artifact was originally crafted as some sort of way to get a "second chance" on earth for the Dead and have a clean slate (thankfully it didnt get rid of their memories) but the artifact was really old and no one is sure how it was supposed to work, how they even got it to work, if it can be reversed, and whether it had been damaged and its effects changed so they are basically 1. In the dark about their mortal situation 2. In a world they barely understand trying to get back to Amity Park and 3. Truly powerless for the first time like ever and being treated as if they were normal nobody's and not personification of some of the most important aspects of the universe.

Clockwork is amused watching everyone else panic while he is just discovering the joys and inconveniences of not being able to see into the future and understand the path of what has and will happen.

Nocturn is paranoid about what will happen if he falls asleep because he hasn't ever really been on the receiving end of experiencing a dream before.

Pandora is a little unnerved at all the humans no knowing who she is but takes advantage of it to drop some of her usually serious act and be a little more rebellious.

Undergrowth keeps stopping and staring at the plants, sometimes talking to them and not really caring that they cant communicate back and that he is essentially talking to himself. They keep having to drag him along.

Vortex keeps glaring at the sky and muttering about how he will soon rule the skies again. No one let this man child learn what a swear is, he will need lots of soap.

Fright Knight is just busy carrying Nightmare and making sure she is comfortable and going on and on about how it's his turn to repay her for carrying him into battle loyally for so many centuries.

Nightmare is smug.

A chunk of the au is just then trying to get from one side of the country (they ended up in Alaska) to the other without making people suspicious or dying because hey human bodily needs are thing!

Thankfully for them they run into Ellie.... eventually.

Danny and co are very amused seeing these beings people worshiped as gods go around failing miserably at pretending they have been humans for 16 years.

This au contains:

Made up ghost lore

Travelling

The Ancients learning to tolerate eachother not only as "coworkers" as they used to but more as a family of begruding siblings

Their hilarious inability to pretend to be the creatures they've been ruling over for millennia

Karma

Vlad being a pompous ass before get a door slammed into his face

Nightmare being the only one not getting distracted but also not really caring about being turned back because being a cat rules

Ellie and Danny being mischievous little shits

Lots of confused random humans

Lots of forgetting they dont have godlike powers anymore

And of course the wonders of teenage angst

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #au concept #The walking dead but with less guns and violence and a lot more dumb shenanigans and even dumber teenagers (also ghosts)

[baconcolacan]

Okay, get ready Daniel, you know how this goes

1) I doubt R!Tord knows about Hilarson, or if he does, i doubt he's aware of the bond Tom and him had. How would he react knowing that Tom held him so dear and close to his heart, let alone that he skimmed through his years-old dairy (that maybe he still has on? I bet Tord would die to read the parts with Tom mentioned)

2) What would R!Tord do if, after Toms capture he found out that Tom has a partner? A love life? He doesnt know who they are, where they are, in what country and how serious it is, he has no leads, he only knows that Tom is determined enough to endure any type of torture and will keep his mouth shut.

3) so about that ask of Tom disappearing (before the war ) and Tord ruling, more empty than ever.

What would he do, if he found out that someone killed Tom, but only after YEARS of having ruled the world. Years of being empty, he's a lot older, maybe tired, probably bored and one of his search teams somehow finds his remains. What would he do if he found the murderer?

4) so lets say, Tom's murdered right? Does it matter how he was murdered? I mean, would R!Tord treat the person more or less horribly, had he found out Tom suffered a lot while dying, mayhaps was tortured to death- or does he not care at all and only cares that he's dead?

5) R!Tord dies. Tom kills Tord, hooray, what does he do after that? Can he really find peace? With Edd and Matt?

6) RTord dies after tom kills him, but Matt and Edd are also dead, can Tom live on happily still?

7) Stay question, because im feeling generous today ^^ Does AK like anime? I want to think that Tord drags them in comicdoms, maybe begs to do team cosplays, like dress up from the same anime. I can picture them doing a full out Spy family cosplay, and for some reason i feel like Tom would be Loid and Tord Yor

8) idk if you've answered this, but when Matt and Tom were in a relationship for like, a week, back in their teenager years. Did Tord know? How was he coping?

9) How do you feel about someone making fan works, of your fan work. Like what if someone made a oneshot, based on regimen (they've given u credits, ofc)

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. Also theres something so amazing about R!Tom having to pretend to be in a relationship with S!Tord and battling with his emotions and bodily functions, so wholesome, i needed this (meanwhile Stay Tom keeps suffering (o´Д`)=з)

10) How are you?? ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

HAHAHAHA Alright bud here we go: 1) Well at this point, he wouldn't matter much. Hilarson is dead and gone and it's not like Tom can do anything about that. So it's whatever, but he'll do his best to ensure Tom focuses on the present more. (Unfortunately, Tom does not have Hilarson's journal anymore. It was left behind.)

2.) :) 3.) It's your standard execution, but it would be a lot slower. Though I doubt Tord will be able to feel much of anything even if he watches them die. I'm pretty sure by this point he'll be a very hollow version of himself. After all that power tripping, violence, and domination, all he's left with is a cold, grey, broken world. He has everything he could ever want. But, now he faces a void. And there is nothing. There is nothing. 4.) He cares a lot about everything that happened to Tom. How he died won't really matter to how he'll treat the murderer, if it was a fast or slow death, he won't let the perpetrator die in peace, for daring to take the only colour he'd ever had in his life, the only thing that made things fun, the only person he could call an equal. Now things are empty empty empty. And it's their fault their fault THEIR FAULT. 5-6.) :̵̧̡̧̨̛̖͇̭͔̱̼̘̳͇̠͍̹͇͇̫̯͇̺̣͍̙͔͔͖͓͙͕̫̪̺̻̫̳͔͖͓͉̠͙̰̪̓͋̀̓͌͛͑̑̿̽̑͊̑͊̾̎͂̉͑̑̅͋̎͂̈́̒͗͘̕͝͝͝͝ͅ)̸̢̧̨̡̡̢̢̛̱̞̦̺̪̣̰͙̞̝̪̝̻͉̜̣̺̬̫̯̰͙̮͇͕̲͙̺̼͉͔̗̜̥̮̬͎͙̲̗̓͌̒͋̉̅̏͋̅͋̇̂̃͑͐̿̐͗̈́̂̑̍̏͗̆̋͋̈́̾̄̄́̂͐́͗͐̇̒̀͛̚̚̕͘͠͝͝͝ͅ ̷̨̧̢̟̦̹͉͚͓̮͚̪̥͉̰̫͚͉̰̼̼͕̗͉̣̞̩̰̞̯̰̤̆̌̒̓̈́͑̈͌̏̔̀̉̆͂͐̾͊͋̈́̏̃̎̑̃̄̄͌̀̉̋̐͒̊̊̀̀͂̍̿́̏̈̕̚͘̚͜͝͠͠ͅw̴̨̢̧̪͖͓̮͕̻͉͉̬͔͙͚̟̞͉̺͍͓͈̥͍̘͎̖͎̳̟͚̰̱͖͕̻̘̲̠̥̥̘͊̊͆̈́̀̄̆̌̿̅͊͋̐̅̈́͛̈́̊̿̀͂̈́́̌͋̚̚͜͝ę̵̡̡̢̡̛̛̫̭̮͔̯̮̯̮̪̗͉̱̻̰̌̎͒̍̃͑͑̈̄̓̄͂͛̍͂͗͛̓͐̔́̊͠͝͝͠ļ̵̨̡͇͇̰͇̲̠̝̖̲͕̹̻͙̲̯̗͕͇̖̰̦̯͔̦̤̼͔̟̬̱̜̙͔̮̘͔̄̽̆̏̈́̔̆͂̾̑̍̈͒̉̾̄̿̌̆́͌͐̐̚̕͘͘͜͝ͅl̸̛͙̰͔̪̞̅̎̃̾ I will be the death of me So now I write this eulogy For the better, saner, part of me The person who I used to be A long forgotten melody A hymn composed in malady Long a rotten symphony Found faith within insanity A life of great misanthropy Cannot be given amnesty So goes the given penalty Of a mind in constant reverie With grace alike the Holy See I plead for any sympathy My soul should find its ecstasy In a merciful eternity I had been the death of me A lie I spoke too easily For I refused the remedy To avoid a life of entropy.

7.) AAAAAAAAA That's so cute! Though I think AK will be neutral when it comes to anime, he much prefers more western animation like all the old cartoons Man of Action used to produce. (I bet he'd be into Megas XLR lmao) But he humors his dad when he drags him over to show him the classics, so despite not being a huge fan of it, AK is pretty up to date with anime and anime culture. AND YOU'RE RIGHT, Tom is Loid, Tord is Yor, and he will ROCK THE SHIT out of that dress. Their family cosplay is super accurate bc Tord is a dork and he knows how to make clothes (remember one of his hobbies is doll customization lmao) 8) Matt and Tom dated for about 5 months when they were teens! And ofc Tord knew bc they were super obnoxious about being a happy gay couple (Not that they weren't obnoxiously affectionate when they were just best friends, now they just get to kiss a lot.), and this made him super depressed and jealous (although he didn't know he was jealous.) And more or less exacerbated his shut-in weeb tendencies, which Edd had to deal with by dragging him out of his house to hang out with them some more (or at least with just him, since Edd would notice that Tord is pining after Tom.) How was he coping? Badly, could've resulted in him being an incel like RTord with all of the 'nice guys finish last' or 'Im always in the friendzone boo hoo' but luckily Edd is there to make him stop before he gets redpilled. 9.) I'd be really flustered but I wouldn't mind ahahaha, as long as credit is given I guess. ALSO YEAH FAKE MARRIAGE EXCEPT ITS WITH THE ALT VERSION OF YOUR ENEMY/EX FRIEND/EX-MAYBE-LOVER?? JDSLFKDJSFL WILDIN 10.) I am tired =7=<0 I got too big for my britches and ended up juggling multiple projects so...rip.

#asks #letmeaskdanielaquestion #regimen ao3 #ew Stay AU #regimen ao3 spoilers #The Conference Table #I got possessed by a flowery prose ghost for question 5-6 because I couldn't articulate the exact emotion and idea for them so #take that as you will

[taki118]

Venture Brothers Theory

Very random yes I know but I was doing a series rewatch and was thinking about how Doc and Monarch are related. I know the popular fan consensus is that they are full or half brothers through Jonas but that has never sat right with me. 

* If They Have the Same Parents Why would he raise Rusty? No seriously why only take one? Why would Blue Morpho and his wife let it happen. We can rule out polyamory as Morpho seemed to resent Jonas and all he put him through, why would he willingly engage with him more than needed? You could say it was for his wife but then why a separate house? Why go on a flight without Jonas? We simply dont know enough about their dynamic. But again why would someone like Jonas settle for just one child? Why would Morpho willingly let go of Rusty? It just doesnt work to me, it feels too out of character.

*If They Have the Same Father  Again why Rusty? No seriously. We know that he is aware Dr. Qymm is his child but has no interest in raising her, and if he fathered Monarch its the same thing so what made Rusty special? We know his mother wasn’t in his life so we have a few options: - The mother died and Jonas felt guilty/obligated (I doubt Jonas is capable of this but he could see it as an opportunity but is just as likely to pass said child off) - The mother wanted nothing to do with the baby and left Rusty with him or took a pay off (Im more inclined to believe this though I feel Jonas ego would ruin it)

But I think we need to ask a bigger question now  Why did Jonas WANT a child?

It obvious from what Jonas did in life and some of his inventions that he wanted to surpass death. He either wanted to find a way to continue living or leave behind a legacy that would stand the test of time. A good way to maintain that legacy as he hadn’t found a way to cheat death yet would be a child. A child who was as amazing as him, a child who resembled him, a child he had full control over. Which leads me to what I think happened

* They Have the Same Mother See i think Jonas did do as he said he would, he gave the Blue Morpho’s wife a fertility exam, he just used it as an opportunity to also harvest an egg or two from her. 

This is my theory, Jonas hadn’t yet perfected cloning but he did find a way to create a child on his own he just needed an egg donor, and being the opportunistic amoral man he was decided to use his friends worries to create a situation where he would get what he wanted and no one would be the wiser. When you look at Doc and Monarch they don’t have a lot in common with Jonas appearance wise, but they do both resemble Morphos wife. 

I think there are too many similarities with Monarch and Morpho though in their speech patterns, allergies, and in certain shots teeth. But you can never see any of the same in Doc, the only times you do are in his mind and in an alternate version of him. 

Now this is my smoking gun and most out there part of this, JJ. 

JJ looks nearly identical to Jonas with NO features shared with Doc or Morphos wife and i think theres a reason for this. I think along with wanting a child that was solely his and likely to further developing his tech, I think Jonas also messed with the embryos genetic code to favor his traits. To make as close to a copy of himself as possible. But it didn’t go right and instead Doc was born with the child Jonas actually wanted inside him. 

Not only do I think this theory fixes some issues I had with how it aligns with Jonas’s personality more, its also far more insidious. Its an abuse of his friends trust, its ignoring a womans bodily autonomy, its a testament to his ego and hubris, and adds to Doc’s feelings of inadequacy that he always felt.   

#venture bros #venture brother #vb theory #jonas venture #thaddeus venture #rusty venture #doc venture #the monarch #blue morpho #theory #joans venture jr #jj venture

[wickedpact]

to Continue my thoughts from yesterday, an odd thing about the whole body blocking business is that we dont see nicky, like... complain about it

like i said in the post, joe feels nickys pain more acutely than his own etc etc, but of course nicky also prolly doesnt exactly enjoy the idea of joe being in pain-- a lot of times in media with a Battle Couple type relationship you often have some sort of interaction where character A tries to protect character B from some threat and you get that whole ‘you dont have to protect me, i can take care of myself’ bit. but you dont see that behavior from nicky despite how true that is-- nicky can take care of himself. but he stays behind joe for pretty much that whole fight, and there’s no indication of him being annoyed by it. plus we see joe take point in front of nicky for like.. almost every scene theyre in when its just the two of them

and even when nicky’s in front of joe in the kill floor fight beginning, joe scurries past booker to get right behind him

(in the merrick fight scenes it varies more, which might be because of the nature of the fight-- enemies coming from every direction make it difficult for any one character to ‘take point’, or it may be bc theyre fighting in the whole group rather than just the two of them. couldnt say)

and the joe-then-nicky formation can be explained tactically to a certain extent. Nicky The Sniper seems to prefer ranged combat, at least in comparison to the others. and yusuf ‘Yeet That Gun’ al kaysani seems to prefer hand-to-hand or sword combat (i mean even when we see nicky use his sword, he’s dual wielding with a pistol to get extra range. i get the impression that close-ranged combat isnt nicky’s preferred type of combat, even if hes obviously competent in it)

however in the kill floor scene joe is -like the anon said- literally body blocking, and the whole fight is so close range that him being in front of nicky offers nicky little opportunity to get extra range or extra maneuverability. its less tactical there and more joe just bodily placing himself between nicky and a threat. and nicky doesnt complain or move around joe, despite-- i dont want to say its ‘self-sacrificial’ behavior bc obviously they cant die and any injuries they would get in this situation would be minimal. but. its still body blocking.

if nicky doesnt need joe to place himelf between nicky and threats -which he doesnt- then one could easily see nicky getting upset at joe for putting himself in harm’s way for no practical reason. but he doesnt. which to me implies one of two things

1. nicky genuinely prefers/appreciates having joe between him and hostiles

2. nicky doesnt prefer it, but theyve already had a discussion/argument about the whole thing and nicky lost, so this is just something he puts up with

and idk i find the implication interesting either way

#ramblydoos