forever sick and tired of people bringing up the muppet christmas carol when talking about interspecies muppet reproduction
the kids kermit and piggy "have" in that movie are not hypothetical children they could have. they're actors. in all the muppet adaptations of classic literature the point is that the muppets are acting. kermit is acting as bob crachit, piggy is acting as emily crachit, and so on and so forth. it's literally in the opening credits. tiny tim isn't kermit and piggy's child in an alternate universe. it's robin, kermit's nephew, playing the part of tiny tim.
please use actual canon muppet material and muppet interviews in your reseach
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Inktober Day 7! When Dream gets out of his box they're all fucked tbh (I have no idea if this is what this prompt means but I did it anyway so shrug)
Confirming that YES, as of Hotfix 19 both Flesh to Stone and Flesh to Gold still work on Mizora. Hadn't actually tried using Flesh to Gold before. Not sure Mizora deserves the gold treatment tbh. Is there a "Flesh to Deep Rothe Dung?" scroll?
Reminder that the only rules are that she has to have taken up permanent residence at camp (Act 3 only) and she still has to fail THREE CON saves in a row. (Edit: also tested and verified, it persists after long rest)
(ps can you tell I romanced Wyll and have a personal vendetta against Mizora?)
There is a LOT of Iron Man merch out there. One day, Stark Industries comes out with a line of Iron Man themed night lights that look like arc reactors. The marketing? "For kids who are scared of the dark: Iron Man will protect you."
In completely unrelated news, a whole bunch of child abusers across the country have recently been arrested as a result of anonymous tips to local authorities.
Bonus:
It's an open secret at some point. Teens who are being abused start buying the night lights. Hell, adults start buying them. Charities pop up to cover the cost for anyone who needs it. Kids who are newly safe often send their night lights on to others ("I'm not scared of the dark anymore," they say).
Even with all of this, nobody snitches to the media or government. They all know grown-ups tend to complicate and ruin precious things.
It helps that the night lights clearly can distinguish between different types of situations. Kids whose parents need mental health or addiction support suddenly find they're being contacted by free services that actually help. If ICE is a concern, the people knocking on the door are not cops but immigrant rights activists. Kids who are hungry get food. Families who need housing support coincidentally find it.
"Iron Man will protect you," indeed.
This fic idea was inspired by this post from @fotibrit!!
forever thinking about this satellite photograph from the 2020 atlantic hurricane season that captured 5 tropical cyclones (hurricanes, plus tropical storms and tropical depressions which are basically weaker classifications of hurricanes) and 3 other weather systems that would develop into tropical cyclones shortly after, all in the same single photograph.
An idea: kdj's return isn't as simple as him just reappearing, but the stories that reform him appear as strains of text, fragments of rebuilding stories, that storm around him.
Hsy and yjh's voices and their hands grabbing his loosely-formed ones can help solidify him and keep him grounded while his soul and mind put all his stories back in place. I'd imagine internally he's quite scrambled for a hot second, perhaps reliving memories rapidly - and maybe even glimpsing worlds he dreamed of on the subway - so having anchors would help him not get lost in the deluge of information.
EDIT thanks to @princess-of-purple-prose for ID text that I didn't even think about WHOOP
[ID: An Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint comic of Han Sooyoung and Yoo Joonghyuk entering Kim Dokja's hospital at the end of chapter 551. Over the hospital bed is a whirling tornado of lines of illegible black text which spreads tendrils of letters throughout the room.
The two stare in surprise as the letters float through the room, their hair blowing back from the force. They both reach towards the vortex, where a hand composed of letters reaches back. The last panel shows them both sitting with Dokja on his bed and supporting him as he gasps, letters crawling over his skin and rising off him. End ID]