#gukgaksupremacy

[undercoverangell]

Riz was canonically like picked on in middle school and i dont think we talk about that enough.

riz is so opposed to making friends at first/seeing them as something only for clues because he hasnt had friends before. thats why sklonda is so happy when he makes friends who honestly truly care about him. He wants to make friends but he has never made one before, so he just hands out business cards instead of talking. it seems easier to him than the humiliation of being rejected. just hand them a business card and go.

his dad died when he was 9, two years later he starts getting bullied in middle school and getting called "the briefcase kid" (when he clearly thinks briefcases are cool and they clearly mean a lot to him) and his mom is too busy to be there for him most days bc its heavily implied shes out working a lot, and shes also grieving the loss of her husband. Riz rides the bus alone. Riz asks to do group projects alone. hes seen as weird by all his peers. he comes home to an empty apartment so he just solves mysteries. does his homework and solves mysteries. There's nothing else to do and he can focus on stuff other than whats going on.

Also consider that he grows up w Pok and Sklonda as his parents, people who seem to just never have issues with confidence or self esteem and yet he does. in the nightmare forest he literally sees his two parents and Baron tells him he is most unlike his own parents, who in that moment are described as confident, suave, and poised.

thats why he embraces the nickname "the ball". its not condescending. its not mocking. his friends made a name created by a bully into a fully fledged title. he mustve been so overjoyed hearing all his friends shout "THE BALL!!" whenever he did something cool. He has real friends, who love him more than he knows and think hes cool as hell! He's not just some weirdo with a briefcase, hes THEIR weirdo with a briefcase who helps them out so many times! The bad kids wouldn't be the same without him, and they wouldn't have their lil dude any other way.

#d20 fantasy high #bad kids #fantasy high #d20owlbear #dimenson 20 #riz gukgak #gukgaksupremacy #gukgak #as a riz selfhood i may be projecting but shut up this man means the world and more to me

[supercantaloupe]

ooh kristen and her brothers?

once again i am asking Where is the big sister kristen content, brennan !!!

#fantasy high #kristen applebees #sasha answers #gukgaksupremacy #ty!! #art and soul

[strangetorpedos]

42 (braiding each others hair) and any of the bad kids (platonically)?

you can read little moments of purpose here!

#this was so fun to write ty abby!! #my writing #dimension 20 #fantasy high #riz gukgak #fig faeth #d20 #fh #gukgaksupremacy #answered

[creacherkeeper]

ooh for the first sentence game: This felt like a really bad idea, and they were definitely going to do it.

This felt like a really bad idea, and they were definitely going to do it. 

“I’m just saying,” Fabian continued, gesturing emphatically as if to get a point across he hadn’t actually communicated yet, “you follow the goddex of mystery--this should count as a holy act as far as I’m concerned.” 

Kristen looked down at the egg in her hand. Adaine had been very specific in her instructions not to use it (or figure out her locker combo and take it while she was in class), but, like, honestly, what was the point of infusing an egg with wild magic for a grade if you weren’t going to see what happened when you cracked it? 

“If anything bad happens, it’s like, not like anyone saw us anyway,” Fabian lied, trying not to blink at the glinting reflection of Gorgug’s crystal recording from somewhere down below. 

“Totally, totally,” Kristen agreed, slowly inching her hand out over the several story drop to the school steps below, the roof of the Academy feeling suddenly unsteady beneath her flip flops, and continued, “it’s not like they can give us saturday detention twice,” as she opened her hand and watched the egg drop. 

(send me 1+5 sentence prompts for fantasy high!!) 

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #kristen applebees #fabian seacaster #thank you for the prompt!! #have some kids bein dumb #gukgaksupremacy

[aberfaeth]

omg i literally love mellowed out "oldies" leverage team v. young and absolutely ruthless crows team

PRECISELY!!! can you imagine how horrified nate would be to realize that he, mr. “you know the part of the conversation where i punch you in the neck nine or ten times” “god killed you i just made sure it took” “welcome to the next time” “it’s lucky they can’t prosecute you for what’s in your head” ford, is COMPARATIVELY PRETTY CHILL next to these vicious children

#just. the dull growing awareness of the passage of time and aging and everything. and theres inej with FIFTY KNIVES #leverage #soc #c.ask #gukgaksupremacy

[nerdybirdy6602]

ooh for the minifics 9 for lars/sylvester?

Oooooo I like this one! Thank you for the request, Abby! Of course I had to write a bit of angst for this one, but here we go. I suppose content warning for depictions PTSD-like symptoms, non-graphic depictions of war, and mentions of explosions (?). That being said, here is things Sylvester said while Lars was crying.

Lars was nearly certain they were going to die, and it was strange how much that scared them. Signing up to be a soldier meant being willing to die for the cause. They knew what they were getting themself into when it was written out on paper, but now they were in the trenches, and death seemed that much more imminent and terrifying. It was an awful time to discover that they didn’t want to die, especially when they knew death was rapidly approaching.

A grenade flew between themself and their comrade. Lars’ fellow soldier had the sense to run, but they were trapped in place, paralyzed by fear. They could only stare across the field at the grenadier responsible, and were met with oddly familiar, pale yellow eyes staring back at them. They couldn’t place him, couldn’t understand where they knew this hawk soldier from, but they knew his presence was unsettling.

An earth-shattering explosion came from their left, and they screamed. Really, Lars howled into the night, terrified and expecting to feel pain. Funnily enough, there was no pain. Maybe their death was so quick, there wasn’t any time to feel pain. Lars was not a devout person, but they would praise God in this moment for that small miracle if that was the case.

However, they could still hear explosions, minor and in the distance, but still there. They flinched and screamed at each one, the sound echoing around them. Fear made everything seem larger than life and too much, too close. If they were dead, why were they still here on the battlefield?

Lars didn’t realize they were sobbing through their screams until they felt oddly familiar paws swiping at damp fur. The touch was gentle but they couldn’t see or tell who the paws belonged to, so they flinched and crawled away. Soothing words were spoken in a language they couldn’t comprehend, so they put on a brave face and snarled back. They still had some dignity, even in their terror.

The paws were removed, and the voice paused for a moment before it said in fluent German, “Sergeant Vandenchomp, it’s alright. The war is over. You’re in London.”

They were almost inclined to believe him, until another loud crash came over them and they yelped, their tears steadily flowing down their cheeks. They tried to form words to ask how that could be true, but found only a choked whimper came out.

“You’re hearing thunder,” the voice murmured, slowly becoming more recognizable. Lars knew this person, and knew them as a friend. A partner? A lover, even? “A nasty storm outside, my dear. There’s nothing to be afraid of here. Do you know where here is?”

Lars still couldn’t see, shrouded in darkness and tears blurred. Sight could no longer be relied on, so they sniffed the air. No longer was there the pungent stench of blood, dirt, and gunpowder. It was replaced with the smell of electricity, probably from the storm, as well as the far more comforting smell of Carolina tobacco and old books. They gave a shaky breath and answered in heavily accented English, “22B Hampstead Street.”

The man across from them leaned in, and Lars was met with gleaming yellow eyes. These were a different shade from the soldier in his nightmare, who they now realized was Hawkins. These eyes were warm and kind, like the color of honey. Immediately, they knew that they were sitting on the floor of their bedroom with Sylvie.

His chuckle settled Lars somewhat, though they were still crying. The old fox leaned slowly closer, wiping their tears as he purred, “Excellent, my darling. Excellent. Welcome back to—”

Sylvester was cut off by another loud crack of thunder, which caused Lars to bark instinctively, biting back another whine of distress. The detective frowned sympathetically and, tentatively, placed himself into their lap so he was close enough to reach up and cover Lars’ ears. Another thunderclap came, but Lars’ sensitive ears were somewhat protected, and they were also set at ease by their proximity.

“Better?” Sylvester asked, just loud enough for Lars to be able to somewhat hear him. Lars sniffled, tears not quite dry, as they hummed the affirmative. “Good. We’ll invest in some earplugs, yes darling?”

Lars hummed again, embarrassment beginning to creep in now that the danger passed. God, what time was it? Did Sylvie have an appointment in the morning? They wiped their eyes and mumbled, “You should be sleeping. I’m sorry… I’m sorry for waking you.”

“Nonsense,” Sylvester chastised, gently leading Lars’ head down so that he could press a tender kiss to their forehead. “You think I’d let you suffer alone, my dear? Never. We’re in this together, are we not? ‘Life partners,’ I believe is the phrase you used.”

Fresh tears spilled down Lars’ cheeks, but these came from joy and gratitude. They leaned openly into Sylvester’s touch, their tail wagging slowly, thudding against the wall behind them. Quietly, they whispered, “You know I love you, yes?”

Sylvester smiled and nodded, and Lars knew he felt the same.

#fic request #mice & murder #d20 #gukgaksupremacy

[likehandlingroses]

idk if it's mentioned anywhere that Tom Branson has younger siblings but he gives off "younger/middle sibling who wants to be the Most Important Sibling" vibes lmao

Oh my god, I never saw this, thanks Tumblr!!

That is exactly what it is!!! When his brother shows up they seem like such different people in a way that feels intentional on Tom's part. I could see him wanting to do things just because Kieran didn't find them interesting or wasn't very good at them.

I am kind of drawn to the idea that he has other siblings--he certainly seems to have a big extended family, which I feel like also creates some of those feelings of wanting to be important and distinctive.

#ask #gukgaksupremacy

[appleciders]

for the first sentence game (any fandom): This really couldn't have gone any other way.

This really couldn't have gone any other way.

“Fig! You did not use up all of the hot water again!”

“It’s fine, just use prestidigitation!”

“I don’t want to use prestidigitation—do you know how much one cubic foot is? I want you to take fucking reasonable length showers!”

“She’s nicer here,” Aelwyn mused to Kristen and Tracker as the three of them stood in their daily line for the bathroom. “She would’ve burned three spell slots on me by now.”

#thanks for the ask!! #not rly 5 sentences but eh #my fic #gukgaksupremacy #fantasy high

[majicmarker]

oh my god you're so tall???? i'm not the person who asked how tall you were but holy shit you're so tall??

alas, i’m reminded every time i have to buy new pants

which hasn’t been a problem this past year i mean who even gets dressed anymore

#they’re always too short #so i roll the cuffs to make them shorter bc then it’s fashion #a real macgyver that’s me #gukgaksupremacy #ask

[staggeringsmite]

ooh what are your top 3 albums?

ohhhh!! okay stating at the top that these would all be dessa album's if I were being 100% honest but to keep it interesting I am limiting it to one. also I don't manage to make it all the way through albums most of the time (very much a latch onto 1-2 songs and run kind of person) so these are here for the bonus point of me being able to sit through them top to bottom.

(honorable mentions: the much much how how and I by cosmo sheldrake, cape god by allie x, and be the cowboy by mitski)

3. lungs by florence + the machine - okay nostalgia bug bit hard with the dramatic middle school anthem album but it's very good, running around my house daydreaming to rabbit heart or cosmic love?? impeccable vibes it all holds up.

2. wasteland, baby! by hozier - don't have as specific of an answer but it just Did something to me

1. a badly broken code by dessa - HMMMGNMHN HHHMMHMHMHMGMH HMMGNGMHMG okay I'm good now this album fucks and also awoke something in and also uhh probably saved my life bestie I first heard the crow in 9th grade and kinda blacked out thinking about love and life (fun fact: probably going to be the inspiration for my first tattoo when I'm able to get around to that) and ferally have been gnawing on this whole album since it means sooooo much to me I can hardly express it!!!!

send me sleepover asks?

#music taste: very basic but i am sitting here #ask #gukgaksupremacy #thank you so much!!!!! happy sleepover saturday!!!! #<3333 #caps

[undercoverangell]

Riz has insomnia and needs to take the strongest medicine the doctors have otherwise he is up all night. Only issue is he doesn't want to take the meds, so Sklonda has to wrap the pill in a piece of cheese and give it to him like how you give a dog medicine. He doesnt question why his mom gives him a straight ball of kraft cheese everyday at 7 pm, just thinks its a thing they do now.

#d20 fantasy high #fantasy high #bad kids #d20 #dimenson 20 #d20owlbear #gukgak #gukgaksupremacy #riz gukgak

[supercantaloupe]

for the character ask, kristen?

[image ID: another tumblr ask from user gendermybeloved that says "kristen applebees for the character ask!"]

i see our cleric is popular tonight

How I feel about this character - this character is fantasy jewish. love that she always tries to do the right thing even if she doesn't know what exactly that is and she fucks up a lot. girl you can tone back the horniness a bit tho eat a grape

All the people I ship romantically with this character - tracker, tho i think they could stand some time away from each other to chill out a bit

My non-romantic OTP for this character - kristen and gorgug especially (love these two sweet children), but also kristen and riz and kristen and fig

My unpopular opinion about this character - i really don't know what opinions about this character are unpopular tbh. she has terrible taste in earrings. is that anything?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon. - more big sister kristen content NOW

[ask meme]

#sasha answers #kristen applebees #gendermybeloved #gukgaksupremacy #ty both! #fantasy high #ask meme

[strangetorpedos]

oooh “zero fucks given. next please” for any character?? (if you want!)

you can read used to get crushed but i crush bugs now here!

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #d20 #fh #adaine abernant #<3 #my writing #answered #gukgaksupremacy

[creacherkeeper]

oh my god ever since i saw your fancast thing the only thing i have been able to do is think of jawbone lines but think of them in owen wilson's voice...you have cursed me

YOU KNOW OWEN WILSON COULD PULL IT OFF. YOU KNOW HE COULD

my roommate asked me who i’d cast as jawbone and i just like. SIGHED and was like. well my mind went straight to owen wilson. and everyone ive told it to since has also just like. S I G H E D. and been like. yea no ur right ur right

#I WILL DRAG EVERYONE DOWN WITH ME!!!!!! #THIS IS AN OWEN WILSON AS JAWBONE STAN ACCOUNT NOW!!! #i told my friend over discord last night and she just like. stared off into the abyss for a while #amazing #fantasy high #gukgaksupremacy

[aberfaeth]

ooh ☕️ criminal minds female characters?

criminal minds female characters my fucking BELOVED

im startin with seaver and todd bc hyping up widely detested female characters is like half of my personality lmao. ppl on the clock app are SOOO mean to them and for what! ashley seaver is GOOD she had a fun lil backstory! fun lil daddy issues! and god jordan todd is the world to me actually like idc that she was only in 8 episodes or whatever!!! like it could be that deep!!!! jordan todd perpetual perfectionist coming off of her job in counterterrorism where results matter more than methods, lying to that woman because it would get them the information they needed to stop a serial killer, floundering under hotch’s disapproval because she didn’t know, she had no idea. terrified that she’s fucked this thing up already. and when she’s given a second chance, promising herself she’s going to stick to it, she’s going to do whatever it takes. but she can’t, she had no idea it was going to be this bad and she can’t just move on like nothing happened, and it’s not a character flaw but she can’t help but see it as such. even when she breaks on the steps of normal hill’s house and rossi tells her it’s okay she just can’t believe it, but there’s nothing to do about it because she can’t fucking do this and there’s no way around it. so she picks herself up and holds the shame and the sorrow and the disappointment and says i hope you dont take her for granted.

um. anyways . moving on

megan kane was right, ellen and darlene from the pact were right. megan kane’s death actually one of the most heartbreaking moments in the show i think! i think about will you stay with me yes promise i promise parallel every day of my life like. hotch isnt the dad figure we deserve but hes the dad figure we need etc. also the moment in the pact when ellen gets arrested and looks thru the bus window and sees darlene getting away and just. grins so big despite the fact that she claimed not to give a shit about her. gay CINEMA!!!! i hope darlene beckett is doing ok she deserves the world

tara lewis is genuinely one of my favorite characters in all of media ever and i want to DISCUSS it bc ohhh my god every one of the episodes surrounding her is gold. false flag is so fucking choice and the way she stays true and good even in the face of a person literally designed in a lab to get under her skin is just. and the episode with her ex husband i forget what its called but that episode hurt me to my core for real. her feeding emily the lines about dealing with a loved one with an addiction was so heartbreaking aisha tyler emmy where. where is it

what else wht else. i love elle but the way ppl excuse the police brutality bc its like Girlboss Police Brutality is fucked up. blake is my wife and i wish she sticked around longer bc her and spencer’s relationship was really sweet like the crossword scene...sobbing. would have liked her to meet diana reid. kate callahan also so so dear to me also the fact that we almost had bi kate.....cm writers i just wanna talk

honestly i dont have many hot takes abt jj em or penny i just love them with my whole heart and soul. jeez this got long i am so sorry lmaooooo

#tysm abby and also im sorry for the 1000 word essay i just wrote u omg #criminal minds #cm #long post #c.ask #gukgaksupremacy

[nerdybirdy6602]

ooh i wish you’d write a fic where: lars and sylvester have a “confrontation” of any kind?

Oooooo! I love this! I made a romantic confrontation between Sylvie and Lars, and decided to make a romantic confrontation set post-canon, after the events of Loam Hall. So, here it is! It's a bit shorter than my usual fics, so I hope that's okay! :) Thank you for the request, Abby!

Sylvester had been in a state that could only be described as depression for days. Lars was starting to get worried. Normally, after a case had been solved, Sylvester was particularly smug and proud, prancing around the apartment and pinning the most recent news clippings to the wall. Now, though, Sylvester hardly left his armchair. His stare, hazy and distant, seemed stuck in the past. In his paws, he clutched an old deerstalker hat.

That stupid fucking hat from the woman who broke his heart.

Lars had tried just about everything. They put on his favorite records, pointed out the most interesting cases with the most fascinating clues, and made his favorite meals. Nothing seemed to shake him from this depressed stupor, and Lars was getting restless. They felt like they were living with a corpse, or a lifelike wax statue of Detective Sylvester Cross. It was heartbreaking and worrying, especially since it felt like there was nothing they could do.

It wasn’t until Lars woke up one dreary London morning to hear the rustle of movement in the foyer. Ears perked straight up and tail wagging, Lars was excited to hear that it was their beloved partner up and out of bed. They ran to the main room to find him with a rather large carry-on bag, as if he expected to be travelling.

“Sylvie!” Lars exclaimed, rushing to wrap him in a tight hug. “It is good to see you up and mobile, my friend. Where are you going at such an early hour? What should I pack?”

“I’m going to find her,” he answered, his golden eyes wide and vulnerable. “There were so many things left unsaid, and if I could just talk to her…”

Immediately, they released their partner and their tail tucked between their legs on instinct, excitement turning to hurt. He was going to up and leave without so much as a farewell? Over Daisy Dumpster, who broke his heart and left him to attempt to mend the pieces on his own? Lars couldn’t understand why he couldn’t see why this was a bad idea, but they were nothing if not supportive.

“Let me collect my things, then,” they said with fake enthusiasm. “I only need fifteen minutes! I—”

“I’ve decided to go this one alone, dear,” he interjected softly, almost apologetically. “Don’t fret! I’ll be safe.”

Lars kept quiet for a long moment, merely staring at Sylvester like he’d grown a second head or just declared Fletcher Cottonbottom his closest friend in all the world. Sylvester merely went to throw on his coat, leaning heavily on his cane as he did. They wanted to be angry at Sylvester, but couldn’t muster the nerve. So, they settled on being angry at Daisy for stealing Sylvie away, even though they knew she didn’t want to be with him any more. Daisy, at least in this moment, could not be blamed. This had everything to do with Sylvester’s skewed perspective and aching heart.

“Why not just write her a letter?” Lars proposed, approaching Sylvester and the front door. “Less commitment that way, yes? And if she turns you away—”

“She will not! She… She can’t. I saw it in her eyes, Lars. She’s just as alone as I am.”

Lars suddenly found a reason to be angry at him.

“Alone? What about me? What does that make me, Sylvester? Nothing?”

Sylvester looked stricken, as if this was a factor he hadn’t considered. He was the type of man to consider all perspectives in his work, so this was a rare moment for them. Recovering, he said, “That’s not what I meant, dear, and you know it.”

“Does what we have mean anything to you?!” Lars shouted, surprising even themself with the intensity of that declaration. Sylvester flinched, but they were too hurt to care. “I give you all that I am, everything inch of my heart, and for what? For you to chase this American woman? For you to just leave me?”

Sylvester opened his mouth to speak, but only silence came. For the first time since Lars had known him, he was speechless. The fox was just staring with wide, sorrowful eyes, and they couldn’t bring themself to pity him, not when he was about to leave and take their heart with him.

“I will be whatever you need, you know that,” they spat the words which, in any other context or tone, would be romantic and sweet. “I can be anything for you. I want to be! But, Sylvester, I can’t be her. I can’t, I’m sorry. I stopped trying a long time ago. Just tell me how to compete with her! Tell me how… Tell me what makes you stay. Tell me what keeps the past in the past.”

Deep, tangible silence permeated the space between them. Sylvester had, at some point during their spiel, let the luggage in his paw fall limply to the floor. A glimmer of fondness entered his gaze as he simply said, “You love me.”

The statement chilled Lars to their core, despite the warmth in his eyes. The finality of those words, leaving no room for doubt, felt like Sylvester rubbing a discovery in their face. It felt humiliating, like they were just another clue in the detective’s romantic mystery. They had been so open, so honest, with Sylvester about what they wanted from the moment they knew they had feelings, which had been years ago. Though it was never explicitly stated, Lars wasn’t exactly hiding the fact from him.

“Ah, yes, stroke your ego,” Lars sneered, trying to swallow the growing lump in their throat. Crying wouldn’t help them here. “I ask for your help, I bare my heart to you, and that is all you can give me? Such obvious statements. How dare you? As you leave me for someone who doesn’t care about you. You leave and claim loneliness when you have someone willing to dote on your every whim right in front of you! What does she have that I don’t?!”

The tears came then, despite their angry paws that tried to bat them away. Now that the dam had burst, the tears came out with a low, pleading whine. All they could do was watch Sylvester’s silhouette through blurred vision as they sobbed, expecting the detective to leave them behind for Daisy, though they knew they deserved better.

“Oh, dear,” Sylvester murmured, reaching up to gently hold their paws away from their face. Lars let themself be guided, despite their best judgement. “I’m sorry.”

An apology was startling, to say the least. Lars could count on one paw the amount of apologies they’d heard come from the old detective’s lips in their time together. The phrase was not lent out lightly, and they could feel the gravity of the words in their chest, grounding them enough to let the tears slow.

“I was not as clear as I should have been,” he continued, his trimmed claws tracing light, gentle circles in their paws. “I meant the words as a revelation, one I should not have been so slow to perceive. All the signs were in front of me, as you said, and I was too… too focused, I suppose, on trying to get back to an old lover when I should have been focused on you.”

Lars sniffled, but said nothing. The frown on their lips had eased into a more neutral expression that was not quite a smile. They were too distraught, too emotionally charged, to process what exactly this meant for them. So, they asked.

Sylvester chuckled weakly, but answered, “To start, I’m staying. I don’t know what I was thinking, really. I was just so desperate to do something, anything, to get rid of this… this…”

Lars cleared their throat before they offered, “Emptiness? Void?”

Sylvester frowned. “Yes, precisely. That’s what I meant, but that’s still no excuse. Not really, anyway.”

“No, it’s not an excuse,” Lars mumbled, feeling suddenly exhausted. Between the energy spent being furious and the sudden bout of tears, they were emotionally drained. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t understand. I know you’ll always love her. She was your first love, and… that remains, no matter what. That’s fine. I don’t need to be your everything, I just need to be your something.”

Sylvester pondered that for a moment, trailing his paws up to Lars’ forearms before whispering, “My almost-everything, then. I think this battered heart can manage that.”

They couldn't help the small grin that grew on their lips as they said, "And my heart is yours, for as long as you'll have it."

"A very long time indeed, then."

#fic request! #mice & murder #dimension 20 #gukgaksupremacy