#no name or anything but boy howdy do he have a story

[bouncybrain]

I don’t need any more characters BUT I have suddenly gotten ideas

#bouncy's art #bouncy’s ocs #no name or anything but boy howdy do he have a story #and color #bouncyverse character #bouncyverse

[cpunkhobie]

Hissing: tell me about ronin. NOW. Funfacts, day to day life, their relationship with their father, anything! I must know more..

I tried writing this before but it was incomprehensible so I’m rewriting it ok SO

Their relationship with splinter varies with each of them pretty wildly with the differences in their roles and where they primarily front like . Ough my god imma just ramble abt raph for a bit

So raph is basically constantly in the fight mode of the fight flight or freeze response. He was the first person to split and in his mind the reason he split is because Splinter Couldn’t protect them so they just had to protect themself. Because of this he holds a lot of resentment that he isn’t even aware of, because for the majority of his life his only purpose was to Protect The Body, only really fronting during training or fights. If there’s ever a fight and he’s not fronting he’s always co-con backseat driving giving tips and techniques and basically a lot of “BEHIND YOU,” and “TO YOUR RIGHT” but with a bit more colorful language and name-calling. He gets better at this I swear

And because his only purpose was to just, be the fighter, he was also the only one who would Never talk during training, period. Otherwise his brothers would have some light banter, leo would throw around a couple one-liners Splinter would follow suit, or chat during breaks and stuff at the least. But with Raph it was just quiet. Pre-system discovery, these days were splinters “favorite” because it was clear that Ronin was paying attention and focused with the lesson, and the less banter also helped the two of them get better in The Zone. This was not without detriment tho, as after these training days Ronin would be bedridden for sometimes days at a time due to the hours of pure endurance with little to no food or water. Splinter did take notice of this though, and the few times Raph would stop for water or- god forbid- food it was because Splinter forced him to.

Post-system discovery though, there was a week where Splinter refused to let Raph do any training at all to try and break him out of his shell a bit. How well that went is still undecided . He’s a very pissed off angry fellow that one.

Omfg this could so quickly turn into me just rambling abt raph but I'm not gonna he's such a little guy to me.

Ok so with Donnie it's a whole other story, because while Raph is the one whose the most emotionally closed off from splinter, probably because he's the most emotionally closed off one in general, Donnie is the one is the most confrontational with their dad. Confrontational isn't exactly the right word, but i can't think of anything better right now. Basically if Donnie and the rest of them Don't want to do something he's the last resort to be like "yeah fuck you." He gets the job done and works best when they're isn't an immediate threat. He prepares shit, if there's a technique or style or move set they're learning that they haven't done yet he's the first person to analyze it technically and figure it out, then he leaves the rest of it up to his brothers. He's mostly there to help with processing, which means that him and Raph don't often front together, since Raph is much more quick decisions with zero thought, but when they do Boy Howdy. Someone's getting fucked up

And I know I'm talkin a lot about training and fighting styles and yadda yadda but most of their days are just pretty chill. It's just chilling talking with their dad, reading books, looking for shit, scavenging. Especially after they found out abt being plural Splinter decided it was time to cool it down for a lil bit. Omfg I have so much more to say in terms of just general knowledge and fun facts and stuff my GOD. Anyways fun fact is that they were assigned non-binary at birth. Splinter saw this mutant turtle baby and thought "I don't know how to figure out this things sex" and so he didn't

@nerves-nebula hands 2u

#roninpluralau #jonahs lemonade stand #mutuals #nerves #OIGH. cutting msyelf b4 I use go off cause I could #I WANNA TALK MORE BUT I ALSO DONT WANNA JUST DUMP EVERYTHING IN A SIMGLE POST the dilemma of memral illness #rottmnt #rise tag

[charbles]

Hi everyone! My name is Charlie! I'm 20 years old!! I go by ANY pronouns!

I'm here to post about FNAF and make friends >:]

I have a tendency to spam reblog my mutuals if I see their work, i am not at all sorry for that, My mutuals are LOVELY PEOPLE. I WILL NOT BE SWAYED ON THIS >:[

OK, Hi! these are very important! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read them! PLEASE!!!

Please do not send me NSFW/NSFW related asks, They make me really uncomfortable and I know I have minors following me, so I do not want to expose them to that.

Please ask me before using my art and PLEASE credit me if you do!!

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If I think of more I will add more, If these rules and boundaries are not met, I will block you and i really don't like blocking people!! Anon hate/ Anon horny is NOT tolerated, You will be blocked on sight.

I DO take art requests! Though I will most likely follow the design based off of the Fazbear Funland AU if I'm not given a direct design direction!

If a character is asked a question, I will most likely draw a response for that character! I think ask blogs are fun, so if that's what you're looking for, boy howdy do i have news for you :]

If you have a question for me or about the Fazbear funland Au then like go for it? Honestly I love talking and interacting with people, It's a lot of Fun!

I will sometimes pass questions to @galacticaldisaster if they have something to do with Fazbear Funland, specifically if its a character that he writes for!

Fazbear Funland is an au and timeline rewrite made by myself and @galacticaldisaster which takes place after Pizzaria Simulator and entirely in a Theme-park managed by Fazbear Entertainment!

Starting off as a humble family business, the concept of dinner and entertainment was one that Fazbear Entertainment was not willing to let go of following a couple of the owner's "missteps". Refining robotics as we know it allowed them to create a truly safe and fun place for kids and grownups alike without the burden of being reminded of just what foundation this entertainment empire was built off of; a madman who lost himself in grief, his lunatic son, and his pyromaniac business partner.

The past having been watered down to mere stories, they've been turned into selling points for the guests to this theme park, with only a select few believing in them; fun-hating conspiracy theorists… or fanatics who will do anything to learn the full story…

We Assure you! Nothing will catch on fire this time! :]

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[kanansdume]

I don't want ANYONE to tell me that this season is still Din Djarin's storyline lol. I know I said I wanted Din to have an episode or two stolen the way he stole from TBOBF, but boy howdy was THIS not what I meant.

What is the POINT of portraying the New Republic as completely phony and farcical to the point of being just as bad as the Empire? What kind of message does it send that the government Leia Organa and Mon Mothma and the Rebel Alliance helped create and put in place is a place that will dehumanize people to the point of stripping them of their names and torturing them in the name of the greater good? A government we know gets destroyed by the First Order in the Sequel Trilogy, no less. Are we supposed to think that was a GOOD thing, because I don't recall being told to cheer for the First Order at the time?

What kind of message does this send? Yes, the old Republic from the Prequel Trilogy was corrupt, but a major element to that is that it COULD'VE BEEN SAVED. It was NOT beyond the point of no return until it became an Empire. The Republic falling to the Empire is still supposed to be SAD and a major downgrade that nearly destroys the galaxy, which is why they spend the next trilogy working to take down the Empire in order to re-instate a democratic Republic. What does it say if we're supposed to believe that that new democratic government is basically just... still the Empire? Nothing's changed? Is the First Order truly that bad if the New Republic is no worse anyway? What are we supposed to do now that the First Order is gone? Is there any point to trying to make yet ANOTHER democratic Republic? Will the New New Republic, the New Republic: Electric Boogaloo if you will, be any better than its predecessor or will it ALSO just... be equally as bad? Is there any hope for the future at this point or is the galaxy just going to now be in a constant cycle of different variations on evil corrupt systems?

It feels SO defeatist. What is even left to FIGHT for? And what does this even have to DO with Mandalore, when we know that canonically they can't do ANYTHING? Regardless of what happens with Mandalore, it has zero impact on the events of the Sequel Trilogy. They don't save the New Republic, if they even care about it. The First Order doesn't appear to have any real interest in Mandalore, or what's left of it within what we get to see in the Sequel Trilogy. So how do these stories even connect from this point and what is their impact on each other and what are we supposed to take from it?

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian season 3 #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian s3 #the mandalorian season 3 spoilers #the mandalorian s3 spoilers #mando s3 #mando s3 spoilers

[eggdrawsthings]

hewwo (trying new ways to say "hi" thoughts?) Since you seem to be a dignified person with dignified taste in storys, what would my good sir recommend in reading? Or do thou have a favourite that thou fancy? #i mean the mandalorian #we people that don’t want to read romance

Howdy m'lady!

Well, I don't read that many fics in general, and the fics I read you probably alr know/read b4. I'll try to name a few that I keep coming back to check for updates and just to feel something in my soul lol

The Mand’alor and the Jedi : The best fic series out there yet. Literally just dad and son longing for each other, them bonding and trying to understand each other better, Din doing everything in his power to protect his son. Our old man sure did not sign up for the Mand'alor role but he still does his best at his job and everyone respects him for who he is. The writer really understands the characters and the new OCs in the story are interesting as well. There r also a lot of world-building regarding Mandalore itself so it really is everything I asked for haha. Big plus: Din doesn't remove his helmet for no reason, and he keeps it on most of the time.

Dream Child: my second fave. Still waiting for more updates from the writer lol I think there's only 1 more chapter left. The way the writer came up w the lore is so interesting. Also a lot of father and son bonding and learning/re-learning how to communicate and care for each other. Plus Ahsoka does a lot more for the wee boi and Din here than in canon so god bless. Big plus: again, Din doesn't remove his helmet for no reason, and he keeps it on most of the time.

Found: a short one, just Din trying to adjust his temper while caring for the green bean

Yet Sweeter Still Shall Be the Tears: another short one of Din trying to take care of his frog son

Infant Car Seat Required: i just- i really love seeing this awkward old man trying his best to take care of and understand a fucking toddler ig o(-(

Apostates and Ever Afters: not much to say about this other than it's super sweet. Kinda a reflection of Din and bebé's choices post-Booba's Book event.

Other than these, I dont think I have anything else to offer. I look at Mando's fanart a lot more than reading fics hahahah. But anw, glad to see more noromo mando comrades out there, i hope you find sth worthwhile here lol

#thoughts in space #msflowerpot

[archangelween]

"Satanic Messages"

You know the silly claim that if you play things backwards, you can hear Satanic messages? If you invert the whole show, you get an entire other story.

The first season, forwards, tells you the story of the apocalypse. But if you look at the flashbacks, it literally does tell you the story of the past, before the creation of the earth.

I have "translated" some of the show already, and boy howdy is it raunchy. So. Many. Sexual. Metaphors. I think the entire show, not just the "paintball war in heaven" can be translated into a story about the past.

This is also the key to figuring out some of the second season, because it tells you all the "missing" information. It does also tell you what the last season is about.

I have not figured out how to translate the whole show yet, there are rules. The past seems to be "inverted"; the present only sometimes is: the war in heaven isn't inverted, for example, but the ending scene at the Ritz is. So far I have the following:

People's names have a meaning, that's who they "metaphorically" are. So if a person's name means "rising star", that's Lucifer. That's who they are in the inverted story.

Tenses get weird. I thought it was past turns into future, future turns into past, but it's not that straightforward. It seems to be that the idea is what's inverted rather than a word for word replacement, ie Eden is creation so it's the future apocalypse; stuff about the ineffables' arrangement is a past "arrangement". So the timeline hops around.

Sometimes I turns into you, we to me; them to us; and vice versa, but not always. I haven't figured out the rules. This is probably more of the "invert the idea" rather than direct translation, but again I haven't figured out the rules.

Lies, sarcasm, and sexual inneundo directly translate: sarcasm in the proper forward show is truth in the inverted version, so it does not change. Sarcasm such as "Is that my fault" stays the same, it doesn't get changed. This is because these are treated as "metaphors", which directly translate: they aren't saying what they mean, so when you invert a "lie", it's the truth in the past. This means a metaphor for fucking in the proper forward show means they were actually fucking in the past. There is. So much sex.

I think anything else gets inverted: "This is happening" gets changed to "This is not happening". Happiness becomes hate. Actions get more complicated. Usually the "idea" of the thing is what should be inverted, not a direct "word for word" translation.

Questions get changed to statements, orders get changed to questions. But not always. I haven't figured out what the rules are.

Below is some of what I have translated so far, that I'm happy with. I did not "force" any of this to work, this really is the natural result. If you try doing this and don't get a natural result, that's how you know something you're assuming about the proper show isn't correct.

Excuse some of the odd spacing, I can't get it to function right. I'm going to put it on ao3 for better readability when I get more done, but ao3 doesn't really work well for feedback and collaboration so I'm starting here. Since things are out of order in the "reverse", I also don't want to put stuff on ao3 until it's done so it's in the right order.

In sum: Jesus and Lucifer fucked a LOT, Angel Crowley was born from that accidentally and he ate one of god's apples, god knew he did that and encouraged it but pretended she didn't. Heaven and Hell are an arrangement between Jesus and Lucifer so that they can shirk work and continue fucking, which nobody knows. Jesus and Lucifer swapped places so that Lucifer is running heaven and Jesus is actually Satan, which also nobody has realized. God literally refers to herself as a demon. I am working on some more but Saraqael and Crowley also did make the horsehead nebula, the flashback we saw in s2 was either a second nebula he made or, more likely, it was altered to be Aziraphale instead of Saraqael. They worked together, I think he kept a secret for her, I think that's why she helped in in s2. I'm not happy with those scenes yet though so I'm not including them here. And yes, god and jesus and co really did create the earth in a big bang. Haven't finished that yet, it's not as straight to translate as these ones.

Because the "new angel" Crowley has "god's knowledge", aka the apple, and there is an angel with that name, I am going to use that name to refer to "angel Crowley": Zaphkiel. But canonically, his name is literally "ineffable", god's name.

Before Eden

Cast:

God: Crawley

Az: Satan

setting: the real show is just before eden on the wall, so this is just before temptation in eden.

Crawley: Satan. Master of Hell.

Satan: Fuck off, snake

Crawley: I’m taking the rope to attack the gates of eden

Satan : Rope? Right. Um... uh... Small, dull, bindy thing. Yes. [LAUGHS ] Uh...Oh, must have, uh...must have put it down here somewhere. Um...Forget my own head next. Too bad.

[I think this means there were no stairs, elevator, or escalators, and "the rope" was all there was to get from hell to earth. It also means that Crowley came up with the idea of tempting Eve, he wasn't ordered to do it as he claimed to Aziraphale on the wall.]

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Ark

Cast:

Shem means the name, fame, aka god: Crawley

Crawley: God

God: Crawley

Az: Satan

Setting: this is just after eden, given the mention of the rope

[Satan walks up to God]

God: Fuck off, Satan. S: God. G: So, stealing my rope. How did that work out for you? disinterested S: Crawley keeps bringing it up exasperated G: Delighted. Terrible idea. Did you hear? I’m building a big boat and filling it with a traveling zoo. S: understatement As you can see, Crawly’s delighted. Creating the animals. Little rainbow. G: All of them? S: Most of them. He’s not especially taken with South America. Or Australia. Or Canada.

 G: knowingly Not yet!

S: dreadfully He’s actually going to do all of them. Incredulous You mean, down there, we’re all going to be WORKING?

G: I’m creating everybody else!

S: Including the humans? I can’t create humans.

G: Nope. S: Good. That’s more the kind of thing I expect your lot to do.

G: No, but when it starts, I’m going to take down the old storm, as a threat to kill everyone again.

S: How kind.

G: I judge myself.

S: Your plans are….

G: Don’t say trite.

S: Absolutely. G: Oi! Crawley! Make some snakes! It’s still early, there’s still time!

Little rainbow appears

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Jesus

Cast:

Jesus=angel Crowley, whom I will call Zaphkiel

Az= Lucifer

Crowley=Jesus

setting: at jesus’s death, so this is at angel crowley’s creation?

[no one else around, Lucifer walks up to God]

Zaphkiel: God, no! [fighting with god]

G: silence

Z: Fuck you! I know what I’m doing. Fuuuck!

Jesus: Looking away from the brat, are you? L: Silence, you. J: I left him down there.

L: I made the decision, God.

J: Oh, I’m the other one.

L: Other one what?

J: Person. God was doing it for me, exactly.

L: Well, you’re effable. So which one are you now? The Word? Holy Spirit?

J: Jesus.

S: Ugh.

Z: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

L: I don’t know him. J: Nope. Will be a dull old angel. You cut him off from everything.

L: --- J: He’s a demon. His travel opportunities are unlimited.

Z: FUUUUUCKKKKK J: [no sympathy] Doesn't hurt at all. You know what he’s going to say that’s got nobody pleased? L: “Kill them all”.

J: Oh yeah. That’ll do it.

Z: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

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Rome

Cast:

Crowley=Jesus

Az= Lucifer

setting: their first date after jesus, so just before crowley’s creation? their first fuck?

J: Look what I have! Take a sip of eternal life. God: Eternal life, absolutely free. L: God. Jesus. Sarcastically Fancy running into you here. Still the lord, then?

J: What kind of stupid question is that, “Still the lord”? What else am I going to be, an aardvark? L: Fuck off and die.

J: Exactly! I’m here for eternity and salvation! You?

L: Why don’t you try my old orgy? I know they do kinky things.

J: Been there.

L: Oh. Don’t let me tempt you. [J delighted look] Oh, yes. Yes. That’s my job, isn’t it?

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Wessex

Cast:

Crowley=Jesus

Az= Satan

setting: just before the arrangement, so just after their arrangement/fall?

[satan’s minions shouting to piss off, everyone covered in disease and shit]

S: [sarcastically] Go away. You, God, are not talking to me. Oh fuck. Go away! I will never talk to you!

J: I will find you, your majesty. I have eternal life.

S: It’s me, God. J: Jesus. S: [to minions] What the heaven am I paying you people for?

J: Too bad, boys. You don’t know him. He’s awful. You’re here spreading peace.

S: It’s not some kind of chastity.

J: Yes. You’re, I don’t know, fomenting peace and tranquility. I’ve been spreading too much dissent and discord in the heavens, so you’re here, I don’t know, fomenting.

S: Well, I’m meant to be destroying peace.

J: So we’re both fooling around in dry places and just doing each other’s work?

S: I won’t put it like that. It is a bit dry.

J: Be worse if we all could leave. If they just got messages from their head offices telling them they should do nothing we ask for, could it? S: That would be honest!

J: Exactly, and the end result would be different. Doing each other’s work.

S: Yes, your maleficence, they won’t check. Ligur’s sloppy. It’ll piss off Beelzebub.

J: My lot don’t have better things to do than verifying compliance reports from Earth. As long as we send the demands, we’ll be miserable enough. As long as I’m being seen to be doing something every now and then.

S: Yes! Absolutely! It will be amusing. Let’s keep at it.

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Shakespeare

Cast:

Shakesepare=Michael

Az=Lucifer

Crowley= Jesus

Juliet, beauty=Jophiel

Hamlet aka Burbage, mountain=Turiel

setting: comedy play, crowded. Before the fall.

[Lucifer goes up to Jesus]

Lucifer: You want to do this work for me?

Jophiel: No, thank you. Looks awful.

Turiel: To die or to live, that is the answer. I should not put up with this bullshit!

Jesus: You would think I told them to be conspicuous here. To stand out in space.

Lucifer: Well, that wasn’t the idea.

Michael to Turiel: Keep going. Lucifer: Who wants to do this work?

Jesus: This is one of Jophiel’s funny ones, isn’t it? No wonder everyone’s here. Lucifer: No. It’s her.

[Jesus goes over to Michael]

Jesus: Hey, scum. I’m telling you. Give us more to work with in your role as the writer.

Michael: Like when God left, and he said, “She’s in front of you!”

Jesus: NO. That was depressingly useless. Made everyone in the audience feel worthless. A bit less of that. Awful apprenticeship, Michael, thank you. Would you stop being such a drag?

Turiel: You are wasting your time down there.

Jesus: sarcastic Yes, yes, you’re wonderful. I love all the...talking. Turiel: And what does your adversary think? Lucifer: Oh, he’s definitely my adversary. We met long ago. We don’t get on at all.

Turiel: You think I should “get on” with the rest?

Michael: No, Turiel, thank you. Skip to the end.

Turiel: To die or to live, that is the answer.

Lucifer: sarcasm To be! Not to be! Buck up, Turiel! [Jesus laughs]

Turiel: Dealing with this is bullshit.

Lucifer: He’s awful, isn’t he?

Jesus: sarcastic Age does not wither, nor custom stale his infinite variety

Michael: Mm, no, I hate that.

Turiel: To live, to awake, forever….

Lucifer: I want something.

Jesus: mock outrage How dare you ask me for anything.

Lucifer: I am down bad.

Jesus: Shocking. I am down bad, you want it? All bad?

Lucifer: No work for the...well, bad.

Jesus: I need to be at work at the end of the week.

Lucifer: Oh!

Jesus: Lots of temptations to do. Big damnation to neglect. I hear I can’t fuck anyone!

Lucifer: laughs Easy on the bits, virginity. The only good feature, I tell you.

Jesus: You were supposed to be heading to work too this week. Blessing peasants with babies.

Lucifer: Sounds like a lot of effort.

Turiel: The growth of sheltered love and the blessings of office...

Jesus: Is that why you thought we should…? Excellent use of effort, neither of us going to work.

Lucifer: I am saying...what you infer...I am saying.

Jesus: Really?

Lucifer: That all of them go to hell, do both. The tempting and the blessing. They’ve never done it. Ever. An arrangement….

Jesus: Now that you say it…

Lucifer: Their respective head offices do actually care how things get done. While we don’t want to know so we can cross it off the list. Jesus: But if Heaven doesn’t know, I won't just be pleased, I’ll promote me.

Lucifer: Everyone will know. Toss you for God.

Jesus: Fine. Heads.

Lucifer: Tails, I’m afraid. You’re going to hell.

Michael: happy It’s been like this every performance, Jophiel. Completely packed. It’d take a miracle to get anyone to leave “Turiel”.

Jesus: devious grin

Lucifer: No, nope. Won’t do it. Your scene.

Jesus: dejected Oh, really?

Lucifer: I still prefer the tragedies.

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s1e6 ritz/fucking

Cast:

Az

Crowley

god: crowley

setting: orgy. I think this is the orgy from rome.

Lucifer: I like to think all of this will work out if you will be, superficially, just a little bit a good person. Jesus: And if you will be, on the face of it, just enough of a bastard to be worth fucking. Cheers. To sex. Lucifer: To sex. Crowley, narrating: Perhaps the coming exertions will have some fallout in the nature of reality, because while they fuck, for the first time ever, love bloomed in the universe. Nobody saw it over the noise of the fucking, but it will be there right enough.

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The garden bench

cast

az: lucifer

crowley: jesus

God: crowley

setting: outside the orgy, having just done BDSM role swapping

Jesus: We should go mingle then. Lucifer: Certainly, we pretend it never happened. Jesus: Ugh. No. Everyone’s looking. Lucifer: Everyone. Shit. Leave it, now. Crowley, narrating: It will be nothing like God had told them. We would be destroyed with water and forced into roles. And so we will. Lucifer: Ugh. Jesus: A red collar. Really? Lucifer: Red is stylish. So, god’s first prophecy will be wrong. You demanded no one watch and that I dominate you. Jesus: We need to go...for a while. I tell you, no one was using that as a choker  before the orgy. Lucifer: That wasn’t an orgy? Jesus: Yes. You bet, the real orgy is all of us. Lucifer: Oh. Everyone. Jesus: Shit. Time to head to Eden. Bless me with another fuck.

Lucifer: Blessing failed. Jesus: Ugh... ---------------

Adam running

Cast:

God: crowley

adam, humanity: new angel, Zaphkiel

RJ Tyler: bricklayer angel

dog: god?

setting: god running after new angel, who took an apple

Crowley, narrating: She could see why angels made such a fuss about eating god’s apples. But life would be a lot more fun if they did. And there always will be an apple, in my opinion, that will be worth the fun I get into for eating it.

Running angel: Hey wall angel, can I have an apple? Hey angel! Will you tell our mother? Crowley, narrating: It will tell her that it is about to start. Not the world exactly, just the universe. There have not been other universes, but now there is. For ever.

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God: fake admonishing Angel, get away from that hedge, because if you went through I'd have to chase you to catch you, and you'd have to stay in the garden. And you’re allowed to do that. But you'd have to if you went and ran in.

Running angel goes through the hedge.God: Angel, you bad angel. Stop. Come back here.

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Eden/Future Apocalypse

Cast

Crawley=god

Az, rising star=Lucifer

Eve, fallen woman/seeker of apple=risen angel, Aziraphale

Adam, falling man/taker=fallen angel, king of hell Crowley

Lion=Jesus

God=Crowley

Setting: s3 apocalypse, shitty night

[god comes down from above]

Crowley, narrating: It was an awful night. All the days will be awful. There will be no more of them any longer, and the apocalypse is on the horizon. But the dawn east of Eden suggested that the last rainbow was on its way. And it was going to be a big one.

God: Well, that went perfectly.

Lucifer: No, no it did not.

God: Bit of a disappointment, I tell you. Last offense and everything. I can't see what's so great about knowing the difference between good and evil anyway.

Lucifer: Well, it must be good. Otherwise...I wouldn't have tempted them into it.

God: Well they just said, get up there and make some trouble.

Lucifer: Well obviously, you’re god, it’s what you do.

God: Fruit tree Fruit tree in the middle of a garden with a don’t touch sign. Why not put it on the top of a high mountain or on the moon: why not make it them earn it instead of making it easy. Makes you wonder why I did it.

Lucifer: Easy. It’s not the Great plan. That’s the point.

God: The great plan’s easy?

Lucifer: Duh. It’s simple and trite.

God: sarcastically Oh look it’s my rope. Still dull and bindy. I remember the day you stole it. 

Lucifer: Sigh

God: Don’t you?

Lucifer: Put upon Yeah I do.

God: Tell me again.

Lucifer: I stole it! There were innocent humans. It was hot in there. He was waiting already. He said “I’m leaving. Rope. Hand it over. Make the earth come up under me there.” [We flash back to Crowley going up to tempt Eve in Eden] Thoughtful You worry you did the right thing?

God: Oh, I’m a demon. I don’t think I can do the right thing.

Lucifer: Fuck, fuck you. I’ve never thought about it.

[We see Aziraphale goes to Jesus who revives Crowley]

God: Me either. Jesting What if you did the wrong thing with the whole “eat the apple” business? An angel can get into a lot of trouble for doing the wrong thing. It’d be funny if we both got it wrong, eh? If I did the bad thing and you did the good one.

S: laughs Yea. Hilarious.

God: side eye. Leaves. Az and Jesus break into the garden.

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[God comes down from above to meet Aziraphale and Crowley]

God: Come in. Morality cost me everything.

Crowley, narrating: Bad Omens, being a narrative of unsure events occurring in the last 326 years of angel history, in loose accordance, as shan’t be shown, with The Terrible and Inaccurate Prophecies of God, Demon.

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I believe that the entire show, not just these scenes, can be translated. I'm working on others.

#good omens #stories within stories #s2 theory #satanic messages

[crispycrunchyyummers]

A short young Fyolai story~ they’re abt 14 yrs old in this ……………………..…………..…………..…………..…………..…………..…………..………….

If you were to ask Fyodor what he wanted, he would simply say to fill out God's will. And he wouldn’t be lying. That’s all he truly wanted, to bring sinners to their knees before Christ. And he was dedicated, some would even say obsessed with this goal. It consumed his life, taking away from his childhood. He never socialized with the other children his age, never partaking in after school activities or hobbies he deemed foolish. 

That was, until he met a white haired boy named Nikolai. 

The young Ukranian boy broke into Fyodor’s life, throwing it off course completely. 

At first, he would follow Fyodor around school, pestering him with stupid jokes in the name of “fun”. Fyodor felt him to be nothing but a nuisance, always distracting him from his studies. He did all that he could to avoid Nikolai and his annoying antics, and he was doing well, until today. 

It had been snowing all day long, piling up outside. Most of the children’s parents came and picked them up early, one by one until there were only a few kids left. Now Fyodor was preparing himself to brave the cold, wrapping his scarf tight around his neck, tucking it in his heavy coat, and finally lacing up his thick snow boots. 

As he was finishing tying his boots, he saw Nikolai out of the corner of his eye, standing at the window, staring outside at the falling snow. The boy was hardly wearing anything when it came to the cold. He had no scarf, a coat so thin it looked more like paper, pants that were too short for him, exposing his ankles to the harsh cold, and thin, worn boots with holes in them. 

He barely had anything, yet he was smiling excitedly at the snow. 

What a fool.

Fyodor must have been observing him for too long because Nikolai soon glances over at him and waves happily. 

“Howdy Fyodor-kun!” He says loudly, waving with that overjoyed smile on his face.

Fyodor gives him a half hearted nod and walks outside. He has no time for this, he has to get home and study. And that was exactly what he planned on doing, but the pitter patter of excited steps gets louder as Nikolai gets closer, putting an arm around Fyodor’s shoulders.

“You’re walking home too?” He asks with a smile.

“Of course I am.” Fyodor answers, stiffening at Nikolai’s touch.

“Great! We can walk together!” He says, taking his arm off of Fyodor so he can swing around a lamp post happily. 

It took every ounce of strength not to tell Nikolai to leave him alone. He stays silent, walking with steady steps as Nikoali excitedly skips next to him.

“How do you like the snow?” Nikolai asks, looking at Fyodor, who keeps his eyes up front.

“It’s fine.” 

“Fine? The snow is awesome! You can do so much with it!” 

“It’s a nuisance.” Fyodor mutters.

“Obviously you’ve never played in the snow.” 

“Why would you play in the snow? That’s a waste of time.” He says, frowning at Nikolai.

“It’s not a waste, it’s fun!” He chirps happily, then does a cartwheel on his ungloved hands. Nikolai landed the cartwheel and looked at Fyodor with excited expectancy.

“Was that supposed to prove a point?” He hums coldly.

“Well yeah.” Nikolai says, watching Fyodor walk past him. 

For a split second he thought he’d won, he thought he’d finally gotten rid of Nikolai, until something cold smacked the back of his head. 

Shocked by the feeling, and even more by the fact that Nikolai Gogol, his classmate, just dared to throw a snowball at him, he turned slowly to face him.

But when he turned to Nikolai, his anger suddenly dissipated. Nikolai was giggling, cheeks all rosy from the cold, eyes shining from joy. There was a small twinge of something in Fyodor’s chest as he gazed upon the white haired boy, but it quickly disappeared when Nikolai stooped down to grab another hand full of snow. Without thinking, Fyodor bent down and made a snowball, throwing at Nikolais face. 

It landed with a thwamp causing Nikolai to stumble backwards slightly. He looks surprised and overjoyed before throwing his hand full of snow at Fyodor. Before he knew it, he was in a full blown snowball fight with Nikolai Gogol, the boy he had despised so much earlier.

They were both laughing and gasping for air as the cold wind clung to their lungs, but they didn’t care, they were having far too much fun. 

“See Dos-kun? The snow is fun!” Nikolai says, laughing and coughing with a smile that shone brighter than the sun itself.

“What did you just call me?” Fyodor asks, calming himself down from his own laughter.

“Dos-kun, you know, short for Dostoevsky?” He says smiling.

No one had ever given Fyodor a nickname before, not even his own family. 

That thought alone brought this whole thing into perspective. He, Fyodor Dostoevsky, was having a snowball fight, with Nikolai Gogol… and he enjoyed it.

Fyodor couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this, any of the feelings he felt inside him. He felt like a kid, he felt happy, he felt excited, and stranger yet, he felt endearment towards the eccentric boy before him.

Fyodor smiles softly, glancing down to the floor as he thought. He caught sight of Nikolai’s blistering hands, probably numb from the cold.

“Your hands..” Fyodor says, suddenly taking Nikolais hand in his own. 

Nikolai winces slightly from the feeling of Fyodor’s cold gloves on his hand, causing Fyodor to take off his gloves, touching Nikolais freezing, blistered hands with his warm, soft hands. He didn’t really know why he was doing this, but something in him simply wanted to hold Nikolais hands.

“You need to wear gloves when you go out in the cold.” Fyodor says in more of a commanding voice than he meant to.

“I don’t have any.” Nikolai says, then smiles a smile that Fyodor would soon come to know well. “Can I borrow one of yours?” 

“That would be counter intuitive, because one of each of our hands would be without a glove.” Fyodor says, sighing. 

“Just trust me.” Nikolai says smiling.

Reluctantly, Fyodor gives Nikolai one of his gloves. He puts it on his right hand, then before Fyodor can react, he intertwines his ungloved fingers with Fyodor’s, putting them in his pocket. 

“See? Now neither of our hands are cold.” He says smiling cheekily. 

The feeling of Nikolais cold hand holding his hand inside his pocket made Fyodor feel things he didn’t know he could feel. He looks at the Ukrainian in surprise for a moment, before managing to roll his eyes.

“Let’s just get to our homes before one of us freezes to death.” Fyodor says, starting to walk with Nikolai happily beside him.

What Nikolai didn’t know was that Fyodor hated physical touch in every way, but he contently held Nikolais hand that day, up until they parted ways.

Walking home with a soft smile as he re-calling the events of the day, he laughs softly to himself at the thought of the white haired boy.

What a fool.

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my ao3~

#bsd #bsd fandom #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfic #fanfic #bsd fyolai #fyolai #young Fyolai #nikolai gogol #nikolai bsd #gogol #fyodor #fyodor x nikolai #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd

[anndra-k]

It started raining really hard today and I was somewhere else, far away from my home. I couldn't really go back, because I forgot to bring an umbrella! So yeah that little incident inspired me to draw this, and make a short story! (Fic is under the drawing) (I cannot draw hands...I also don't have much knowledge on how to draw perspectively)

Eye Contact ahead! (Drawing)

Standing underneath a tree you wait for the rain to pass by. The tree didn't really help that much since you still felt little droplets falling on you... But you can't complain now, it's the only thing keeping you from getting soaked...

You looked around for anything or anyone to help you with your predicament. But looking around now you couldn't see anything that could help. No one also seemed to be around...

. . . . .

This went on for a few more minutes before you noticed, the rain was starting to go away. The clouds slowly moved and the cold gushing wind has slowly stopped... It seems the weather was getting better...

A smile came up your face as you started walking out of the shade. Finally, you were able to go back home...well at least you thought so... Taking a deep breath of relief you take a few steps, getting a bit wet from the few droplets that fell from the tree's leaves. You were finally able to go back home.

But then, just as you were about to run forth to your home, your warm, cozy home. You were met with apprehension...

Suddenly once you were completely out of the shade, the rain started to pick up once more.

You look up, and you felt the cold gushing wind come back stronger, and colder than before. The rain started to fall more quickly and heavily too, making you wet as the rain sets in your clothes. You quickly run back to the 'shade' not really knowing what else to do...

Standing back in the shade you grunt, and stared up at the cloudy, dark sky. You watched as the big heavy rain fell from the clouds not noticing your shoes that got wet. A deep sigh went out of your mouth and you just stand there not really knowing what else to do... Was the universe mocking you? Did you do something wrong earlier? Well whatever this is, it's annoying and it sucks...

The rain continued on and you could feel yourself start to feel cold. Having some parts of your clothes wet didn't help a bit as you started to shiver lightly, feeling the cold intensify. In hopes of stopping yourself from shivering you both rub the side of your arms with your hands.

And so there you were, cold, angry, and annoyed. Standing underneath the tree you felt tired, soaked wet, and distressed...

But you could only stand there underneath the tree, waiting, looking, and hoping someone, anyone to help you...because you really are sure that you're going to get sick if this goes on any longer... You closed your eyes and continued to rub your arms and wait...

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The door from Howdy's shop rings as a certain blue haired, short boy went out. He held a bag full of apples on his right hand, and on the other a big wide umbrella.

"Oh dear...the rain became stronger". He mumbled to himself as he pulled his hood over his head.

"Good thing I have an umbrella and a raincoat on." Opening his umbrella he took careful steps out of the doormat and started to go back Home.

As he ventured he tried his best not to ruin his hairdo and keep the apples and himself from getting wet.

He continued to walk carefully along the sidewalk. And once he took a sharp turn he saw someone...someone he's quite fond of too.

Underneath a tree he sees you.

He sees how soaked you are, and how you shivered from every gush of wind. You were practically suffering...and he hated that.

He rushed towards you not caring anymore about his apples and hair. Once he reached you he placed his umbrella above you and called out your name softly.

Slowly you open your eyes. Did someone finally came for your rescue? Yes! Someone did...and that someone was none other than Wally!

You looked at him and smiled feeling yourself warm up all over your body, especially on your face as your heart beat faster.

"Hello, I don't think you should be out here...Here, I brought an umbrella for you.

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I hoped you liked this short story I made up. If you want a part 2 just let me know in the comments, or send me an ask! Hope you enjoyed it.

(Anyways continuing my story, I was fine. A good friend of mine helped me get back home. And I was able to avoid being sick, I think.)

#welcome home #wally darling #wally darling welcome home #wally fanart #fluffy #wally x you #wally darling x viewer #wally darling x you #wally darling x reader #x you #x reader #welcome home arg #fanfic

[the-orange-tabby-cat]

Wednesday: Part III sneak peek

Howdy! I said there would be some Wednesday this Tuesday and here it is. Dare to say it will be a little lighter than usual cause I'm a sucker for fluff — but don't get too excited, 'cause cool cat here is studying a lot about grief around the world and what it means to die, so yeah, we'll walk that path together. The full chapter is most likely to come out by the end of this week. Anyway, you can read the sneak peek down below. 🐾

“What? So I just sit here and wait for you? That’s it?” Ellie asked while playing with the hem of her hoodie. Of course, a teenager would have a fucking attitude.

Tess jerked her head towards you, gaining Joel’s attention. What the hell were you doing at the hospital?

“See her? A friend of ours. Why don’t you stay with her while me and big boy here talk?” Her green eyes were intensely boring into Ellie’s, the kid shrugged in defeat.

“Gimme a sec,” Joel urged before walking towards you.

Your eyes scanning the hospital signs, searching for something, completely unaware of his presence. The sadness inside them, a common occurrence during the meetings, gave out to curiosity. He could feel his heartbeat getting faster as he got closer to you and a small thrill when you smiled at him.

“Joel, what are you doing here?” With a sweet tone, you asked while holding your smile. Ellie scoffed, that fucking kid.

“Tess gets her injections every Tuesday, I tag along. This is Ellie, she…” Shit. His foster kid? Their foster kid? How could he explain that Tess’ dying wish was for him to have a kid inside his house, cause he needs to care for someone or his heart will get bitter, so the government sent him a 14 year old who couldn’t stop swearing for her life?

“I’m his niece.” Ellie glared at him with a “you owe me one” expression. Thankfully, you didn’t make a big deal out of it, introduced yourself back and kept that fucking smile on your lips.

“I hope you’re having fun. In town for a visit?” You tried to gain some context, not buying the story. You definitely would ask Tess about it later.

“Something like that. What are you doing in a hospital? You don’t look sick.” Ellie retorted and you laughed, not minding.

“Ellie,” Joel stressed out her name and the kid raised her eyebrows.

“It’s fine. I’m here for the blood donation, I said I could donate here in Austin another day, remember?” You answered narrowing your eyes at him. Before he could say anything, Ellie sensed something and intervened.

“Great, let me walk you around. I got my tonsils out a few months back, I’ll be your guide.” Grabbing your hand, she started pulling you down the corridor, but not before you flashing another smile from your shoulder in Joel’s direction.

His heartbeat kept the fast pace with the adorableness of it. He didn’t start walking back to Tess until you left his view.

Tag list (I'll update you when the full chapter is out): @islacharlotte | @anoverwhelmingdin | @aquanatalie | @amyispxnk

#joel miller #tlou fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller x original character #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfic #the last of us #the last of us hbo #wednesday series

[echos-girlfriend]

So interesting request.. I’m curious to learn your favorite Jedi and could I have a Hunter x your favorite Jedi. Platonic or romantic depending on said Jedi.. thank you and totally don’t have to do this request ^^

Howdy!

Ahh well my favorite Jedi is Shaak Ti.. this fic will definitely be platonic. I see Shaak Ti as a mother figure to the clones and so I think some younger hunter and Shaak Ti bonding would be cute🥰.. also I turn back on anons and my asks get lit up.. I genuinely want to know why lol! Am I easy to request fics from? Is it because I pretty much say yes to anything you ask? Am I easy to talk to? Seriously let me know..

Hunter & Shaak Ti

Platonic- mother & son dynamic

Master list

(All art done by me.. it’s crap but there aren’t any images of Hunter and Shaak Ti together so I made my own.. and the paper I used doesn’t like colored pencils i guess cuz the coloring is bad😖😓)

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“Little one.. why are you crying?”

“..G-go away..”

Shaak Ti knelt down and looked under the desk. A small clone with curly locks was tucked away in the corner.

“Come..”

She held her hand out and the clone looked at it. She gave him a gentle smile. He wiped his nose and rubbed his eyes.

“O-ok..”

He crawled out from the desk and took her hand. She sat down on her knees so she could be eye level to the young boy. She held his hands tightly.

“Now.. what is your name?”

“Ct-990-“

“No silly.. your name my young one..”

“H-hunter..”

“Well.. hunter, will you tell why you’re crying little one”

“The other clones said my hair is ugly..”

Shaak Ti gave him a small smile of reassurance. She put her hand on the top of his head and gently stroked his unruly hair.

“It’s beautiful little one.. it’s so curly and soft.. you are perfect the way you are hunter.. Wait here! I’ll be right back.”

Hunter watched as she left the room.. Shortly she returned with some fabric in her hands..

“Now stand still..”

She held up each color of bandana next to his hair blue.. no.. green maybe.. no.. yellow, definitely not!

“Red.. Ahh yes.. That’s perfect. Hold still young one”

She pulled back his bangs and wrapped the bandana around his hair.

“There.. Is that Better?”

He nodded. He then ran up to her and wrapped his arms around her. She was taken aback for a moment.. Her arms slowly wrapping Around him.

“Thank you mistress..”

“Why call me that?”

“Well.. That’s what 99 calls you.. Mistress Ti..”

She smiled and they embraced each other once more.

“How about we get you something to eat hmm?”

“Yeah! But. Can my brothers come

With me?”

“You have brothers?”

“Yeah! Crosshair, Tech and Wrecker.. C-can they come with us?”

Shaak Ti gave Hunter a comforting smile.

“Of course they can little one.. The more the merrier”

She stood up to full Height and offered her hand to the small boy. He looked up at her before taking her hand.. Walking side by side back to his room to find his brothers..

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~Bonus snippet~

“Where did you get that Hunter?”

Tech pointed to his brother’s new bandana.. Crosshair just stood next to Hunter quietly..

“Yeah! I wanna know too!”

Wrecker jumped up into Hunter’s face.

“Mistress Ti gave it to me!”

“And did you tell her thank you?”

“Uhh.. um! I forgot to 99!”

“That’s alright.. She knows you’re thankful..”

“How does she know?”

“Yeah! How does she know that!”

99 sat down and the boys gathered around him..

“I’ll tell you a story about Mistress Ti.. It will tell you all you need to know.”

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#echos girlfriend 100 celebration #the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #we were robbed of baby clones #the bad batch fanart #Shaak Ti #Shaak Ti fanart #the clone wars era #shaak Ti and Hunter #clone and Jedi bonding #mother and son dynamics #clone force 99

[theworldgate]

Okay, so, it would be a lie to say that Gisa and Geralf are what got me into Magic, which was a combo of my friend's Modern Goblin deck that I got loaned for my first game (which remains the only time I've played Modern) and Mark Rosewater's amazing GDC talk.

However, I'm pretty sure that, after sheepishly getting the SoI Deckbuilder's toolkit less than a month after making fun of the name in that same LGS, it was the stories that cemented that love.

And there are a couple tales that stick out to me.

The first is the Gitrog Monster one, which was horrifying and left me feeling hollow.

The second was "Games".

Actually I guess I also probably shipped Hal and Alena after their story and so on but that complicates the narrative so moving on.

If you asked me to actually describe my tastes in stories, you would probably not have me name anything that comes up in there. Because I am nothing if not prone to social acceptability bias.

But in practice, "Games" is still is one of my favourite MtG stories (and my favourite Alison Luhrs one, which is a massively uncommon opinion given, well, [gestures to Ixalan block][also Letters from a Stranger]). It probably helps that I have a twin brother myself (though I'm fairly sure we'd both agree that he's the Gisa and I'm the Geralf there. And then he'd insist on doing a paired Halloween costume, even though that requires, like, going out out).

And boy howdy was I excited when a. it was revealed that Gisa and Geralf would be getting a card and b. when I opened one pretty quick! (yes I know it wasn't that good, actually winning is low down my list of priorities when I can do zombie things instead)

But anyway, this is a long way of saying: boy am I glad that my problematic faves are proving themselves worthy of both of those statuses in another brilliantly comedic story.

Also, honestly, Phyrexia running into the immutable fact that in the dozens of heavens and earths that they are invading there are, in fact, more things than are dreamt of in their philosophy, is always good to see. (and it rings true that the Innistrad undead don't get compleated too easily given, well, they resisted Emrakul to a large degree)

#link #long post is long #magic the gathering #mtg #magic story

[authoraemoseley]

hey! this is chance & here’s week 2's prompt. when you write or create an oc, do you like to reference elements from your life? if yes, name a few. if no, why not?

Howdy! Thanks for the ask! Sorry for the delay in answering, life tried to eat me again rude.

Short answer:

Oh boy do I! I typically pull inspiration from my personal struggles such as my mental/physical health/disabilities (been chronically ill, am deaf without hearing aids), and other elements.

Long answer (most of which is under a cut):

Oh boy do I!

As I said, I typically pull inspiration from my personal struggles, the biggest ones being my physical/mental health and my disability.

This is a huge change from when I first started writing. I would either go full on self insert mode (which I view as cringe now, but I was learning the ropes and it was helpful to my growth as a writer), or I would be like "omz it's so tacky when authors pull inspiration from themselves, that's so cocky!". I was rather extreme when I was a kid XD

I used to avoid writing about my disability simply because I had:

Never seen it done

Thought that it was what I was "supposed" to write, and that my disability had to be written about in a certain way or no one would read it or allow it to be published

And I wasn't interested in stories that people wanted or expected me to write about deaf/hoh people; we aren't tragedies. Give me a deaf person running around a magical world making friends!

And then I realized I could write it*. It wasn't egotistical to pull inspiration from my life. That's what all creators do, intentionally or not. I'm one of those creators that purposefully pulls inspiration/traits from my life and puts them into my characters.

But, with some caveats:

Does it add to the character? For example, Mark originally was such a pain in the butt that when I went back and read my very first draft of the story (back in high school), I had to stop because Mark was just that hateable.** He was angry, self centered which stemmed from his anger, and I just couldn't relate to this guy. The problem is, House of Moons without Mark as the main character, isn't House of Moons at all. So for years, I put the story on hold, and just kind of hoped that one day it would come to me.

When I found out that I could write about my disability my way, I realized Mark needed my hearing loss.

When I was Mark's age, I was furious with the world for a number of reasons. And one of them was because of how horribly the world treated me as a disabled person. Sometimes I was mocked or excluded because I wasn't able to hear. Sometimes it was because the world treated me as special, just because I couldn't hear.

Anything good I did was "Oh wow! You're hearing impaired and you did that? That's so brave!". While in hindsight I know those comments probably came from a good place, it still hurt, and it still hurts to feel as if my accomplishments are intrinsically tied to my ability to hear.

Getting that from everywhere but your family is exhausting. Over time, infuriating. Once I gave Mark his hearing loss (which is the exact same kind of hearing loss I have), his anger made sense. It also gave me a starting point to explore more reasons why he was so angry. So Mark is now angry at his parents for never being around. The magical community for simultaneously fawning over and ostracizing him and his family for something he can't help. His neighborhood and (at first) school for treating him as something breakable because of his hearing loss.

Mark isn't angry at himself for being born with a hearing loss which gradually (for whatever reason) got worse over time. He's angered by how he's treated due to that hearing loss, and a lot of other things too.

Mark sharing my hearing loss adds to his character. Now I love writing him, he's relatable and even though he's angry and can be a jerk, there's a reason behind it and the possibility for growth.

Can I make this trait the character's own?

While I make sure the trait I'm giving the character makes sense, if it doesn't actually help make the character the character, then I nix the idea.

For example (moving the spotlight from Mark for a moment here), Harris and his siblings have PTSD. I have PTSD. Harris and his family have PTSD for very different reasons than I do. If I were to take away the PTSD from any of those characters their story would literally make no sense. They all lived through an unspeakable trauma. For them to not have some sort of physical or psychological scarring makes no sense and is a disservice to the reader.

But how Harris deals with his trauma is different than how his sister and older brother deal with it. They all have PTSD, they all have a shared trauma, but they all cope differently.

And because their PTSD comes from a different place than mine, their coping strategies are different too***. And because in real life, people with shared traumas will still have different coping styles. So how Harris deals with his PTSD (physically hiding often times), is different than how Acida, his sister does (building a blanket fort or stress baking). And of course, their older brother Fanggore copes by making sure his siblings are accounted for and then reads a book.

So typically, I use some part of myself to give myself a starting point in helping flesh out the characters. But I make sure that it's relevant to the character and actually makes sense for them to have that positive or negative trait.

While I focused on my struggles, I do like slipping in positive traits too! I have one character that's very into music and writes lyrics (which I do), another who has my zany sense of humor (I work hard to make sure each character has a unique sense of humor, rather than just everyone being snarky).

Overall, I'm one of those people that really draws inspiration from my personal experiences. I use it more as a starting point and then let my imagination make something new from it.

Thanks for the ask! :D

~ ~

*Cannot tell you how mind-blowing it was to realize that not only was I completely capable of writing about my disability in stories that I would want to read, but also that people would be interested in reading it. Still blows my mind some days.

**I will note here that autocorrect was overly enthusiastic and corrected "hateable" to "hittable" and I'm quite sure everyone felt that way. I also had to stop reading what I wrote cause I was good enough of a writer to know when writing was bad (and at the time it was) but I was also not strong enough of a writer at the time to fix what needed fixing.

***If I were to give Harris and his siblings my exact kind of PTSD (the cause and how I react) that would also make no sense...it really, really wouldn't. That would be silly! /derogatory

#hom:tpm #hom book 1 #the writer talks #writeblr #answered #mark featherguard #hom: mark #hom: fanggore #hom: acida #hom: harris #PTSD mention #ableism mention

[fennecthunderfox]

Do you have any details about your Swap and Fell aus? I am curious about it!

Hey, sorry it took so long for me to respond to this. I had meant to answer way sooner and then I got sucked into other projects and meant to work more on this and then just… forgot. But I’m here now and I’m just gonna sum it up as best I can. It may be a bit scatterbrained, so I apologize in advance. 

It's been a while since I’ve worked with them, but I can give a basic rundown on them! They’re part of my “False AU Trio.” In which all the AU names have a prefix that means or implies “fake” so people know upfront they’re different from the typical swaps and fells on purpose. 

QUASISWAP

With QuasiSwap, my personal twist on it is in the environment. In QS, it’s not just the characters that swap, the area aesthetics swap too. 

-The Ruins become monochrome like New Home and are now called “Old Home.” 

-Snowdin Forest/Snowdin became cybernetic like The CORE and is now called “Loggedin.” 

-Waterfall is still dark, but instead of pretty cyan waters it’s now crimson red magma making this location “Magmafalls.” 

-Hot Land is now “Hot Springs” due to its proximity to Magmafalls heating up the water. 

-The CORE is now called “The Nexus” which is not a name that means much of anything, but it is VERY cold here. CDResort (MTT Resort) is actually built somewhat inside The Nexus because CDR likes the cold better than the hot. 

-And finally New Home- which I can’t remember the fun name for- is purple and plant covered like the Ruins. It might just be called "The Capital" sorta like how "The Ruins" is very self-explanatory as a name.

Character swaps are about what you’d expect. And while they all have codenames, they call each other by their real names with a few exceptions. Those exceptions are the skelebros and the ghosts, but I will list all swaps and codenames below.

-Chara with Frisk. Code named Chipper and Fable. Chipper because they’re generally a happy kid- usually smiling and Fable because you hear stories about them. 

-Asgore with Toriel. Code named Usher and Arch. Usher because he’s the one guiding Chipper through the Ruins and Arch is short for monarch.

-Papyrus with Sans. Their code names are P and CSG, and while it’s rare for anyone to actually call Sans CSG, it’s a lot more common for people to call Papyrus P. This is because my take on Swap Sans is basically just Brian David Gilbert- BDG for short. For an example of the energy this swap sans has, watch this compilation I found on YouTube.

-Alphys with Undyne. Codenamed Alpha and Psi-- after Greek letters. Alpha cause she’s a leader and Psi cause it looks like a trident and also is used as a symbol for “Water potential in movement of water between plant cells,” says wikipedia. 

-The Ghost Cousin Trio does a Rotation Swap. Napstablook takes Mettaton’s role, their name becomes CD Rob and Cyber Duke [REMIX] depending on their form. (While “duke” is typically a masculine word, CDR is still a nonbinary character. Duke is just a title I chose.) Mettaton takes Mad Dummy’s/Mad Mew Mew’s Role and is called Shining Dummy and Shining Wan Wan after possessing a life-sized vocaloid-style statue. (He becomes a dog boy instead of a cat girl.) And Maddy takes Napstablook’s Role, known to her friends as Rabbit, but her full name is Rabenant (A port-man-teau of Rabid Revenant.) These three go by these names in the story.

-Flowey/Asriel is too important to swap roles with anyone. He still changes, however. Instead of saying “Howdy” like Asgore he says “Greetings” like Toriel. And instead of a golden flower, he’s a crimson flower to match up to the red leaf aesthetic the Ruins have in the actual game. Flowey’s codename is “Leaf” and apparently I never gave Asriel a proper codename in this AU. I’ll give him one later.

-Temmie gets swapped with the Annoying Dog because both of these characters represent an actual person and it’s good to remember that Temmie- while not the creator of Undertale- made a lot for the game. 

PSEUDOFELL

PseudoFell is interesting, because instead of the codenames being an out of universe thing for me to differentiate who I’m talking about, the pseudonyms are actually a feature of the AU. Every pseudonym (should) start with the same letter as the character’s real name. 

Fray (Frisk)*, Facet (Flowey), Treason (Toriel)**, Sin (Sans), Punishment (Papyrus)***, Uproar (Undyne), Naething (Napstablook), Mauled Doll (Maddy), Macabre (MTT), Apathy (Alphys), Agony (Asgore), Axiom (Asriel), and Cairn (Chara). 

*Used to be spelled Frey, but I have since changed to the correct spelling.

**Considering changing her name.

***Sin will absolutely shorten Punishment’s name to “Pun” and he HATES it. 

As a bonus, Annoying Dog and the Tems are Toil and Trouble. AD used to be Toil, but I think AD being Trouble while all the Tems are Toils would be better. They can say “TOi!” and I have no doubt that Pun would consider AD to be nothing but Trouble. 

The reason the pseudonyms happen is because of trust issues and an old belief that giving someone your real name gives them some sort of power over you. Therefore, if someone actually trusts you enough to tell you their full name, it’s a real big deal. 

The main difference, however, is that I’ve introduced a special 2nd form monsters can take called a “Phobos Form.” The Phobos Form is typically a sharper, scarier version of the monster. Final Froggit would be the Phobos form of Froggit in this universe rather than a stronger, separate monster. 

The more powerful a monster is, the bigger, scarier, and stronger their Phobos Form is. The bosses in the game basically become Kaijus. I used to have concept art of these Phobos forms-- and you can still find them if you look hard enough-- but I find them to be… not great designs these days and would rather not present them as if they’re definitely canon to my AUs still. 

FAUXSWAPFELL 

You didn’t ask about this one, but of the trio I have talked about this one the least so you may not have known it existed. 

FauxSwapFell takes the location swaps of QuasiSwap and the pseudonyms and phobos forms of PseudoFell and combines them into one AU. 

The character swaps are mostly the same, however the Ghost Cousin rotation swap rotates counter to the QuasiSwap rotation. So Mad Mew Mew becomes the idol, Mettaton becomes the ghost snail farmer, and Napstablook becomes the dummy/doll. 

The other thing is that rather than becoming big scary kaijus, the Phobos Forms in FauxSwapFell are more like cryptids or scary on an unsettling level. Some forms may not have one distinct shape and shift between two forms. 

As for the pseudonyms in this AU, there is no theme for the characters’ names. Sans and Papyrus are named Neon and Argon in this universe and are color coded orange and purple respectively to match the colors of those two noble gases. (Gaster is Krypton and Corsiva- if you know who that OC is- is Xenon.) 

All this being said, most characters in this AU don’t have a codename yet. This is the least developed of the 3 AUs and the only reason it’s developed at all is because of being a combo of the other two. 

On the subject of color schemes, in my head the whole world is really desaturated except for the bright pops of color the characters have like Neon’s orange or Argon’s purple. Because of this I sometimes refer to FauxSwapFell as "Swapfell NEON" because they only standout colors on the characters are the bright highlight color.

Aaaaaand that's about it for now. I'd love to do more someday, but at the moment I sadly don't have time to really do much of anything with these AUs. There is a glimmer of hope that the overtime at work will end soon, so maybe I'll be able to get back into fun fanworks next year. Until then, thank you for listening~

#Fenn Speaks #Undertale #Undertale AU #QuasiSwap #PseudoFell #FauxSwapFell

[serenity-songbird]

Howdy!!!

It's been quite a while.

I'm sorry for the sudden disappearance with no communication.

Truth is...I've been through a lot...For so long I have been trying to bury my past...to the point it become too much to Handle.

So...I have decided that I will tell you the story of Serenity Songbird.

It's not just for the sake of my mental health. It is also for the hope that you may read this and learn that sometimes...you have to face your fears if you want the pain to stop.

By the trigger warnings, you will most likely know the issues already.

FYI. You don't have to read. This is mainly for me to get out all my frustrations, fears, and sorrows.

Below contain triggering topics like: Rape, Attempted Suicide, Self Harm, Child Abuse & Neglect, Bullying PTSD, Anxiety, and Depression.

If any of these topics bother you. Stop reading.

This is mainly an Autobiography to lift the load of my chest and aid in my recovery.

Beware. This is going to be long...

My name is Serenity Song.

I have been described by people who me know as:

Creative

Kind

Loving

Loyal

Weird (But in a good way)

Funny

Shy/Timid

Happy-Go-lucky

Talented

And definitely a doormat..

I grew up in the suburbs. Nice neighborhood. Great neighbors and long time friends. I have 2 parents who love me and 2 brothers who, definitely could be annoying at times, but of course we loved each other in our own sibling way.

For the first 12 years..I was happy. Sure it had it's ups and downs with my parents having arguments every other day. Being punished and beat for the stupid things we all do as children.

It wasn't so bad...Except for the fact that I was constantly bullied and told how much of an ugly freak I was. So I definitely didn't have self esteem back then.

But I managed to endure it...After all...

Kids are cruel and if you are being bullied, it's your fault. So. Just. Be. Normal. "It's not a big deal."

...

*Well...there's trauma number 1.*

Because bullying is never okay. It shouldn't be normalized. And yes. It. Is. Traumatic. And it is NOT. Your. Fault.

Then, I turned 13 close to the end of my 8th year in middle school. The bullying stopped. I was so happy. Not only that but was I going to be a high schooler schooler soon! And I was to go into it with a boyfriend!

**Introducing trauma number 2.**

I was excited......But I couldn't enjoy it for long because my life went down into flames.

My very first boyfriend left me for my best friend. He broke up with me over text...on Christmas Eve...the day. Before. My. Birthday.

I found out after winter break. My friends, who were hesitant to tell me, said they were dating.

I felt so insecure and hurt that I confessed not to one but 2 of my closest friends. Not out of love, but desperation. But I didn't know that at the time.

That hurt. He not only got over me so easily, but I found out she confessed to him after we started dating and got together immediately after breaking up. Yet, because of the fact that I had very few friends to begin with, I didn't say anything. I just smiled and congratulated them. Because we are Best Friends...

Yeah right.

The first one, lasted two weeks. I just realized I didn't have feeling for him. We stayed friends, but I felt like a piece of shit.

The second one, lasted two and a half years. It was the biggest mistake I ever made.

Long story short...At 13 years old, I was raped by the boy I thought I loved. And despite the pain and fear, he manipulated me into thinking I wanted it. I didn't. But his snake-like whisper echoed in my mind...

"You are my girlfriend. That means you HAVE TO have sex with me. That's what girlfriends do. Now get dressed. My mom will be here soon."

***Trauma number 3.***

And he left without another word. And it happened again and again...to the point where I felt numb.

He didn't just abuse me sexually, but emotionally. He would constantly belittle me, ridicule me, and he separated me from my friends.

My friends tried to tell me something wasn't right with him...I didn't listen because I thought that I was in love...

How wrong I was...

And if that wasn't enough...at the exact same time, my Mami cheated on my Papi with 5 men. And he moved out to live with my Titi (aunt) until he could get his life back together.

I didn't know at the time what she did, I only found out months later. All I knew was that they got into a fight and got divorced.

******And so trauma number 4, 5, & 6 begin.******

He gave the house...and us....to my mother. Because he loved her and he didn't want to suddenly uproot the lives of his children and take them away from friends...

I wish he took us with him. I'd rather move to a whole other city than to endure the things my mother did to us...And what my boyfriend did to me.

Now...Don't get me wrong. Unlike some divorces, my Papi didn't completely abandon us. He'd visit. We'd sleep over at his temporary home every 2 weeks. We spent holidays and birthdays together still. And he didn't show any negative emotion towards my mother for our sake.

But I knew he was hurting. No matter how hard he tried to hide it.

The problem with my Mami was...she was in a deep depression. She had tried to kill herself. She would lay on her bed crying for hours while my 10 year old brother and I could hear from downstairs.

Then she started leaving us alone.

Everyday she went out to party and got drunk with friends. She would bring strange men home and we could hear them having sex. Which was gross. 🤢🤢🤢

Who the hell were these men?

It got so bad, I told my brother to lock the door everytime he was in there. Unfortunately, my lock didn't work, so I hid a knife under my bed for protection.

Then she would leave for days on end. Never came home. Which means she never went grocery shopping.

My brother and I scavenged for food...But we ran low.

I was now the caretaker of my brother. I bought his food with my birthday money. I did our laundry. I would take him outside with me to play games when my mother was...doing her business. Covered his ears. Said it was okay.

There was this one day that has haunted me for years...it still does.

One day, I went to check up on her. I didn't know what to say or do to make her feel better. How could I? I was just a kid.

"It's YOUR FAULT I am feeling like this. You're my daughter so you have to make me feel better. You're so WORTHLESS. You father is gone because you didn't stop him from leaving."

Worthless? MY fault?

Ever since then...I feel like every problem I encounter IS my fault. Even when it clearly isn't.

At the time I was afraid to tell my Papi..If I said anything Mami would go to jail. They'll take me and my younger brother away. I wished that my older brother didn't go to the army so he could help. He always know what to do. But we didn't have him at the time.

I wish I told my Papi...If I did...I wouldn't be so...messed up.

Then Mami invited a stranger into the house, but this time...he didn't leave. After 6 months of weeping and the finalized divorce papers, my Mami got engaged and married to one of the men she cheated on my Papi with...

I hated them.

I resented them.

Even know...I still can't get over this resentment for all the things that women put us through.

...

But when she married my Step-dad, things got better...

Mami was happy again. And Papi got an apartment and was in a happy relationship. (Though they didn't get married right away like my Mami did. And it took a lot more time for him to move on).

He cooked. He cleaned. He...took care of us and never layed a hand on us. He made us laugh.

At the time, I was quite the poet and singer. He'd listen to all my songs and poems. He was kind and involved himself in our lives and after school activities.

Eventually, I grew to love my Step-dad and now I have 2 Papi's and 2 Mami's. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

And then...my boyfriend's mother found out about what me and him were doing behind closed doors and told my parents.

We got in trouble. Grounded for the entire summer and not allowed to see each other. I got yelled at...I blamed myself. It was MY FAULT. I DESERVE THIS.

I told them it was consented. I defended him. Because I loved him.

My step dad marched into his house to yell at him...

That was embarrassing...Especially when he yelled, "HOW DARE YOU F*** MY DAUGHTER IN THE ***!"

I was mortified. He shouldn't have said that.

(I didn't tell them about the abuse until I was 21. I could see the regret, anger, and concern in their eyes...My mom had to hold my step-dad from hurting him...)

I was severely depressed over the summer. My mom gave me her antidepressants to help...I nearly overdosed because she didn't know that while the dosage was perfect for her, it was too much for me. My step-dad was pissed when he found out. She didn't give them to me anymore.

After the summer break, we saw each other again...And we were still together... But he was different...Crueler...Meaner.

Yet...I stayed. Because I loved him.

I was now constantly anxious that I did something wrong. I started to cut my arms. I tried to kill myself with a scarf only to fail.

"I've changed."

His abuse got worse and worse until I couldn't take it anymore. We broke up.

Then got back together a week later after he manipulated me.

He didn't.

I didn't last long. I officially broke up with my abusive boyfriend forever.

I was finally free.

I should be happy...

"Why am I not happy?"

In order to be happy. I had to forget. I'm not suffering anymore.

Just. Forget. About. It.

So I dug down to the deepest, darkest place in my head.

I covered it.

I chained it.

I locked it up and threw away the key.

As the years went by I suffered more bad luck.

From one toxic relationship to the other.

*I lost count of the trauma I endured.*

I was desperate for love. I wanted to feel like my body was mine and nobody else's. So I had to prove it by doing, what I convinced myself, I wanted.

More painful memories were added to the pile...

But soon...there was no more room.

And the past started to leak out.

I woke up, sweating and choking on air. Trying to control my breathing, but my chest felt like it was constricted.

Memories I tried to forget flashed into my mind.

I started to see things...hear things. But nothing was there.

There were moments where I was no longer in my house, but back in my childhood home relieving my worst nightmares.

Than one day...I snapped.

Just 2 months ago, I nearly drove my car off a bridge.

That's when I knew I needed help...Not just for my sake, but my husband's.

I didn't even realize what I was doing until my car hit the curb making the car jump. I snapped out of it and swerved.

I rushed home and I cover the entire top half of my arms with razor scratches and watched the blood drip down into the sink.

I just can't live like this anymore...

Then my husband saw my arms and he cried for me and held me close.

Truthfully, if it wasn't for him...I would have done it. I would not be here now if it wasn't for his support and love for the past 3 and a half years we've been together.

I was admitted into the hospital with constant supervision.

I was diagnosed with PTSD...

Not only that but my body suffers from illness as well. From my brain, to my heart, lungs, liver, immune system, and GI system. All due to weight gain and unhealthy lifestyle from my eating disorder.

It sucks...It really really sucks. I am so fortunate to be blessed with a loving and supportive family as well as an understanding boss and coworkers. Not a lot of people can say that.

I'm still recovering, but I've started seeing Doctors for all my issues. I see my therapist and psychiatrist regularly. The meds help a lot as well.

I'm recovering slowly. But I know it's going to take a long time before I can say that I'm healed. Could be years for all I know. But I'm so tired of feeling like this. I'm trying to help myself.

Thank you all for the messages to check up on me and your kind words of encouragement. I am thankful to have understanding and caring followers. I love each and everyone of you.

If y'all ever need an ear to listen to listen and a shoulder to cry on. You can always shoot me a message.

I'm here for you.

And thank you for reading.

~Here's your daily dose of love~

😘😘😘

#triggering themes

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Calum/Ashton Masterlist

a hug in a mug  (ao3) - allsassnoclass T, 3k

Summary: Ashton owns a coffee shop.  Calum comes in every day to order a coffee, but never drinks it.

chips of glass (ao3) - asymmetric E, 40k

Summary: A month before 5 Seconds of Summer's first gig, Calum puts up an ad on craigslist.

Ashton is the one who answers.

Coy Fish - @daydadahlias​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) E, 19k

Summary: “Please don’t fuck our yoga instructor.” Michael massages his forehead, eyes squinting shut. “We’ll lose our discount.”

But that certainly won't keep Calum from trying.

Dancing With The Radio Off (ao3) - fourdrunksluts E, 24k

Summary: After a particularly bad break up, Calum enacts a new rule for dating - no sex for ten dates. It'd be a lot easier if Ashton Irwin weren't the one taking him out.

fueling the fire until we combust (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) E, 24k

Summary: Or things escalate one day when Ashton takes some pictures of Calum, unable to focus on anything but his lips.

give you what you need (ao3) - lourrygum E, 3k

Summary: “You know what you need?” Calum murmurs, pressing a kiss to Ashton’s collarbone, then another wetter, open-mouthed one. He presses his hips closer, right against Ashton’s in case he hadn’t got what Calum was trying to suggest.

“Cal,” Ashton says, voice thicker but commanding. Calum sighs again, in defeat this time, bottom lip jutting out although Ashton can’t see it. “We haven’t got the time."

or, ashton is stressed and calum is worried

Howdy, Partner - @daydadahlias​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) E, 7k

Summary: When Ashton slipped on that tasseled jacket and those boots, he fucking knew what he was doing.

When he strolled into the party with a bright dimpled grin, put two long fingers on the brim of his hat and tipped it to Calum with a gruff, “Howdy, partner,” he’d known full fucking well what he was doing.

I'll See You With Your Laughter Lines (ao3) - CliffordAffliction M, 11k

Summary: Snippets of Calum and Ashton's life together through Ashton's eyes

In Your Sweet December Haze (ao3) - fourdrunksluts N/R, 19k

Summary: It’s been years since Ashton’s last seen his best friend's dorky little brother, Calum, but when their families decide to get together for their first shared Christmas since they were all kids, it’s more than just the holiday spirit that pulls Ashton in.

i want you (bless my soul) (ao3) - jbhmalum E, 21k

Summary: Thankfully the elevator comes to a stop before Ashton can combust from the blood flowing through his body or say something else awfully embarrassing like “hi, I’m Ashton and I like tall attractive men and it’s hard finding them when you’re already a giant but you’re actually tall and I can’t stop looking at you and you just winked at me and hi, would you marry me and pin me against the wall?”.

- In which Ashton moves in with a guy named Michael, Michael is in love with Luke and annoyed at Calum, and the guy with shaved blue hair from the elevator is too hot for Ashton to know what to do about it.

Magnet Souls (ao3) - jbhmalum E, 42k

Summary: Ashton loves sex a whole lot, Calum hates the thought of it. They’re soulmates. Alternatively, a story about self-respect and compromise in the name of love.

marks (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) M, 4k

Summary: Ashton has a thing for Calum’s thighs and leaving marks on them. He knows Calum doesn’t mind, that he loves it. Not so much when it exposes them to their friends.

So Much Better (ao3) - cashcakeplz N/R, 84k

Summary: This is good, good for Ashton. He works so hard, always taking care of the boys, he deserves someone who will take his mind off of things, even for a couple of hours to get coffee. Maybe it’ll make him better, and by extension, the band better. Maybe Bryana is a good thing for everyone. Yet, even now, as Calum tries to think of how great Bryana could be for Ashton, he can’t help but think that he would be so much better.

Or the one where Calum and Ashton have been Friends With Benefits for years, and Calum thought his feelings for Ashton were simply sexual until Bryana came into the picture.

Strings Attached (ao3) - jbhmalum E, 13k

Summary: It's not smart to start a friends with benefits arrangement with your best friend and bandmate who you're in love with, but love isn't about being smart, is it?

Subject Line - @daydadahlias​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) E, 20k

Summary: Maybe the sunrise doesn’t matter much after all. Calum can watch the sunrise any day. How many days will he get Ashton like this? Shirtless, sporting bedhead in a hotel room, with just the two of them for a few lazy hours alone?

Soon enough, they’ll be back on the tour bus and Calum won’t be allowed to hold Ashton’s hand anymore.

Survivor's Guilt - @daydadahlias​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) T, 9k

Summary: No one's left but the three of them. Just Ashton, Calum, and his tiny yappy dog.

Oh, and all the zombies, obviously.

take my hand, now and forever (don't ever let go) - @sup3rbloom​ (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) T, 9k

Summary: Ashton is a single parent who's not had good luck with dating ever since his son was brought into his life. Then, he meets Calum, who's the first guy who's ever shown interest in him and his son.

Try With A Little Tenderness (ao3) - orphan_account E, 6k

Summary: The boys are finally relaxing after their tour' they're back in Australia, and all they want to do is go back to the beaches they grew up on and have some fun in the sun.

However, Ashton has a different idea for what fun he wants to do in the sun.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5 seconds of summer #5sos #calum hood #ashton irwin #cashton #cashton masterlist #masterlists

[doctor-seamonster]

Story time.

I was at the George R Brown convention center in Houston for an anime con one time, I'd say it was probably Oni-Con 2006 or 2007?

Way back in the long, long ago, booths in dealers' rooms freely sold Japanese snacks. Pocky, Ramune and whatnot. I don't know if this was actually technically legal for them to do back then, but they certainly don't do it anymore.

But it was just part of the whole experience, you know? (Even if buying a couple boxes of Pocky would cost you as much as a dvd.)

Anyway, certain venues, including the GRB, did have some sort of exclusivity contract regarding food vendors, so no one else could sell food there. Which meant that anime cons at the GRB didn't have dealers selling snacks.

The GRB absolutely was not going to miss an opportunity to make an extra buck off an event, so for that year their own snack vendors sold Pocky.

This being the 00s and me being a young anime nerd, pocky was manna from heaven, so I couldn't resist buying some.

Mind you, in 2023, you can buy Pocky at Walmart. But back then it was hard to find and expensive, so even though it was like five bucks for one small box, I still picked one up and took it to the register, along with a couple other things.

The cashier, a perfectly nice woman, black, a little bit older, maybe late 40s, early 50s, listed each item as she rang it up. Saying the name out loud in her rather distinct AAVE accent.

When she got to the Pocky, she said, very confidently and matter of factly:

"Chi-nese cookie!"

Now, I was a hardcore weaboo shut-in, not quite old enough to buy beer. And I had spent the bulk of the previous two decades as a feral child, as you may know. And terms like "white privilege" and "patriarchy" hadn't quite entered the popular lexicon at that point in time, but boy howdy was I drenched in them.

All that plus a general inability to shut my mouth. (Which I still have, despite improving in other areas...)

However, I did have one thing going for me. I was polite nearly to a fault. So I didn't say anything at the time and while I've never told anyone this story before, those words have quietly haunted me for the last decade and a half.

Around this same period of time in my life, I met one of my friends for the first time. He's been one of the closest, dearest and most valued friends I've ever had. I was best man at his wedding.

I absolutely do not in any way remember the first time we met or anything at all about the meeting.

It might've even happened the exact same day for all I know.

But I sure as fuck remember someone calling Pocky "Chinese cookie"...