Ridiculous part of my brain that woke up and won’t go back to sleep yet: -- it’s just that even if you’re doing a Coffee Shop au, while you want the ACTUAL bits of food service to happen there’s a lot of boring shit you don’t need to cover. Like the health inspector. You don’t need to write a scene with a health inspector.
Incorrigible part of my brain hardwired to be the younger sibling that Will Cause Problems On Purpose: Unless it’s funny.
woke up and won’t go back to sleep yet: Pfft. What, is this a romance AU too?
Will Cause Problems On Purpose: Sure! Speedrun enemies to lovers, one member of the pair’s the health inspector and the other works at a place they hate.
Common sense: I cannot imagine any circumstances in which a health inspector would find ANYONE working at a nasty, sus location to be interesting. I may be ace, but NO ONE is that hot.
Will Cause Problems On Purpose: Jesse/Maul. Maul has to live on premises because Palpatine, hates working there, but Jesse is Pretty.
Common sense: .... @aces-to-apples will physically manifest through the screen to murder us DEAD, and I cannot blame them.
Will Cause Problems On Purpose: Yeah, but it’d be funny for at least a good thirty seconds.
woke up and won’t go back to sleep yet: ....MAYBE, but let’s just put it on the tumbls and make it someone else’s problem.
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fucking. gatekeeper fans who shame people for liking the most popular/well known songs. what the fuck are they even bragging about. never being able to hear your favourite song at a concert??? insanity
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modern au katara reads books “for fun” that are “engaging” and “enjoyable” and sokka (big finnegan’s wake head) is like “weak. i only read books that exacerbate my suicidal tendencies”
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Every time I see people try to make the children of Kronos and Rhea into some big happy loving family who are so close and would do anything for one another I can't help but instantly remember that Demeter had her child kidnapped by one of her brothers and that another brother sanctioned the kidnapping and didn't bother to inform her either before or after, that the same brother killed her lover (it is pretty clear in the Odyssey at least that Demeter slept with Iasion willingly), that her third brother raped her, that Hera and Poseidon tried to put Zeus in chains, that in multiple variants Hera is responsible for the birth of Typhon because of her anger against Zeus, that Zeus inflicted on Hera a form of public torture the ancient Greeks used for slaves, that he made a Giant try to rape her and only killed him when she cried out for help, that Poseidon dried up the rivers of the Argolid in revenge for them choosing Hera instead of him to preside over the region, that in Claudian's De Raptu Proserpinae Ceres imagines Juno taking satisfaction in her suffering, that-
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Me thinking about dating:
“man i want to tackle someone onto a couch”
“my bed’s probably big enough for me to tackle someone on to it…”
“snow is so fun i wish i was dating someone so we could play in it together and i could tackle them into it”
Starting to think that 90% of what I want out of a relationship is play wrestling
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there is a difference between being born to a throne, maliciously vying for a throne, stealing a throne, and having a throne thrust upon you when you are already in the midst of an identity crisis. And I fear Loki's place in the line of succession has people unable to differentiate between any of these
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romancing astarion again cuz i can't resist that
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okay so im thinking about luke (again) and for some reason all im wondering about is if, growing up, he knew what he looked like. because stick with me here, just imagine a young luke, six or seven and he’s staring at his own warped face in the metallic refection of water barrel or in the belly of a droid. the mirror in the homestead has been broken for ages and owen and beru can’t spare the credits to replace it. think of him just looking at the hazy vision of himself and wondering if the blond flop on top of his head bears any resemblance to that of his birth mother. if the flecks of dirt on his cheeks that beru calls ‘freckles’ are something he got from his birth father. imagine an older luke now, ten or twelve, sitting in front of aunt beru as she brushes his hair back from his face as she tells him what colour his eyes are, how his stomach flips and his hand turn into fists because how can she says he’s handsome when he can’t see for himself? imagine an even older luke, fifteen or sixteen, and owen finally lugs a busted old mirror through the door. the frame on it has gone from varnished gold to faded copper, shadowed in the corners and cracked across the bottom, but it’s real. imagine him sitting in front of it for hours, picking apart the pieces of his face and finally, for once in his life getting a sense for who luke skywalker actually is. imagine a luke who is now a young man, newly nineteen and owen and beru surprised him with a gift, a true relic of the past. a photograph. the truest capturing of one’s visage, of one’s soul. an image of the three of them together, one that luke proudly places in his room. imagine again, days later, luke stumbling home to find it all gone. burned and gone are the mirror, the photo. owen. beru. imagine the soot blowing into lukes face, covering his freckles, clinging to him, and how for a moment he must wonder if his hair has gone from blonde to black with it. imagine further, if you will, how he never cares to know. never looks to see even when he gets to echo base and there are suddenly mirrors in every fresher. he doesn’t need to see. he can feel it, the ash that sticks to him, even after he scrubs his skin pink and raw. he knows the luke skywalker that he looked at in the mirror back on the homestead will not be the one he sees this time. because that luke is gone and will never be again and he can’t stand the thought of looking in those perfect, shining mirrors, because he knows the image he’ll see will be warped anyways.
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Why do you dislike the idea of Wen Qing being the top of a ChengQing relationship out of curiosity?
Short answer is that if it wasn't such an overwhelming majority of portrayals, I wouldn't!
slightly longer answer is that the idea that ~all het pairings have to have femdom in order to be acceptably progressive~ cuts off women from being portrayed as fully realized characters. It's a lack of willingness to explore their interiority and to allow them access to the full spectrum of humanity. Male characters are allowed to be messy. Male characters are allowed to pine and fall desperately in love and harbor fears that it's unrequited. Male characters are allowed to feel insecure and uncertain. Male characters are allowed to be loved despite all their flaws and all their mistakes and all their blind spots. Male characters are allowed to change and grow and be forgiven. Female characters have to be perfect angel goddesses who are given out to male characters as rewards to be worshipped. Let female characters down off their pedestals for once, I am begging.
*long sigh* It’s just like… nowadays we express attraction/affection towards a female character by going WOW STEP ON ME QUEEN!!! and towards a male character by going OH THE THINGS I WANT TO DO TO HIM… >:) HE’S SO PATHETIC AND WET
and it’s because we don’t want to be sexist and/or degrading! I absolutely get that! but when we’re actually writing longform narrative about specific characters, I want to be able to explore the character of the individual and the relationship, instead of just having those two sentiments writ large. I don’t want to read about generic Character A/Character B.
and like, again, this is a problem I have with the trend, not with any individual fic. I've read and enjoyed individual fics where she's the dominant one who takes Jiang Cheng apart and makes him beg for it. But why is it all I can find? Why is she slotted into the pigeonhole of "Wei Wuxian's mean lesbian bestie, whose own life never gets any focus" in the background of every other fic? Why does she never get teased by her modern AU friends? When does she get to be impulsive and silly? Why does she always have to be “too smart” to get involved in shenanigans? Why does she never get to let her guard down? When does she get to feel safe enough to relax her prickles and expose her vulnerable underbelly? Why does she never get to have vulnerabilities at all? Why does she never get to be soft, why does she never get to be sweet, why does she never get to rest and be taken care of? Why does she always have to have everything together? Why does she never get to appreciate or be grateful for someone else's good points, someone else's strength? Why does she have to be good at literally everything, instead of ever getting to let someone else compensate for the things she's not good at? She's lost so much, just as much as any male character in the series; why does she never get to cry and mourn and be held and comforted? Why does she always, always have to be the strong one? When does she get to put that burden down? Why is her canonical moral ambiguity never given space, when Jiang Cheng's is always portrayed as an obstacle between them? Why do her canonical wrongdoings never require forgiveness or atonement? Why doesn't she ever get portrayed as feeling guilty for the atrocities she stood by and let happen— that she outright enabled? Why does she never get to be a person?
tl;dr: every single time the male character gets to be a skrunkly meowmeow, his female love interest should also get the same treatment, dammit.
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i wasn't done. okay so you know how in that one conversation with zerxus, asmodeus is like. we need all of these bad things so that the good things can thrive. so i took on the job of doing the bad things. and now the other gods look down on me for doing the work that needed to be done 😔😔😔
consider: how much zerxus fucking hates his job. that they told him someone had to do it, and that someone had to be him, and now he's the villain (his son won't write to him and he knows it's his fault) and he doesn't even like this fucking city and now he's one of the only people in the city who actually work and the fancy ass mages who talked him into this are out there partying it up
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I’ve been thinking about the Price Soulmate AU for a while. What if she gets diagnosed with a terminal disease? And since she doesn’t want to be a burden for him she hides it. I mean just think about how tragic it would be ;-; He can feel her pain, but he doesn’t know why, and she’s not giving him an explanation, and by the time he learns the truth it’s already too late... (Whenever I think about it I get so sad...)
I think she has good intentions. Like you said, because he can feel her pain, which means he can vaguely feel the havoc that the disease is wrecking on her body. He probably calls her up, wants to know if there’s anything wrong but already got a late diagnosis and was told that her odds aren’t so good. She probably maxes out on pain killers every day so that he doesn’t feel it too, doesn’t want him to get distracted or to worry about her – he would, he’d drop everything and come back to her if he found out.
But based on her knowing how important his job is, she doesn’t tell him (and I don’t know if that makes her selfless or selfish for keeping it to herself).
Someone in the tags of the original post asked what would happen if his soulmate died. Considering that he didn’t realize he had a soulmate until the London Attack, her death would teach him what it really means to not have one.
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Spotify prompt! Knuckles and tails, an 19 :)
Oh hoho! You managed to land FightSong by EVE (<- YouTube link), a song that by all rights shoulda been #2 (<- I refuse to pay Spotify money).
Hmm…. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything with Super Sonic Speed, but I always did intend to write follow-ups…
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The city is unbelievably loud. They’re in what Sonic had called a shopping district, and it’s apparently very popular. Knuckles would kind of like to go home, a lot, actually, but Tails is flirting from one shop to another and he doesn’t have it in him to shut the kid down. Sonic is somewhere on the periphery of their little group— he and Tails had bonded, thick as thieves, and Knuckles— well, he tolerated the guy.
Tails gasps like he’s seeing the sun rise for the first time, excited enough that he’s lifting off the ground. Knuckles ambles over, grabs him by the ankle, and pulls him back down. He’s looking at some sort of… thing. Knuckles can’t make heads or tails of it, but it’s definitely saying something to Tails.
Hmm. He is, at least, familiar with the idea of shops. Chao liked to set them up, sometimes, selling fruit or handmade crafts for rings, but Knuckles has no idea if their idea of currency and everyone else’s aligns. Would the shopkeep accept a fruit? Most chao did. It isn’t like rings are a problem, so…
Knuckles turns, seeking out Sonic in the crowd. There he is— stiff as anything, glancing frantically back and forth between Knuckles and some other hedgehog, a pink one. One of his friends, maybe? They look irritated, maybe not. Knuckles steps away from Tails, invites himself into their conversation.
“and you just RAN OFF—“ the hedgehog is shouting. Sonic cracks his mouth open, a faint wheeze escaping.
“Hey,” Knuckles says.
“—do you have ANY IDEA how WORRIED I was—“
This looks like a battle Sonic is better off fighting on his own. Still, Knuckles needs his question answered. “Hey,” he repeats, slightly louder.
“—I mean, I knew you were alright because my cards said so, but—“
“Hey Knuckles,” Sonic manages to crack out, “this is Amy.”
Amy tilts her head at him, and then gives him a sharp, discerning once-over. “Are you one of his other friends?” She asks.
“Yeah, sure,” Knuckles says, and then “do rings work as currency down here?”
She blinks at him, as if this is a weird thing to ask. “Yes?” She says.
“Okay,” Knuckles says, nodding, “try not to scare him too bad.”
Any lingering confusion evaporates, and she whirls around to find Sonic trying to sneak away. “AGAIN!” she shouts, full of conviction, and Knuckles makes his way back to where he left Tails. He isn’t pressed up against the glass anymore, so Knuckles steps into the store. Yeah, there he is. Hovering— literally— over the same display.
Knuckles takes a moment to properly observe, rooting around for the terms Tails would use, in an attempt to ensure he gets the right thing. There’s a looping track, and a few other gadgets on the sides. A switch, one of them looks like, and some barricade, and a few blinking lights. On the track itself is a… sideways cylinder, set on wheels, connected to a few boxes, puffing out smoke— or steam, maybe. Tails is absorbed enough in watching it chug along that he doesn’t even realize Knuckles is standing right next to him. Knuckles’ll just have to make sure he comes up for air, occasionally.
He casts about the rest of the store, vaguely lost. There are a lot of displays, and a lot of colourful boxes. Knuckles picks up one, flips it over, and realizes swiftly he is out of his depth. He brings the box over to Tails, handing it to him. Tails holds onto it for a full few seconds, watching with bated breath as the cylinder switches tracks, before he looks down. His fur all along his spine puffs up, and he turns to look at Knuckles so fast he has to wonder if Sonic hasn’t started to rub off on him in more ways than one. That’s the right box, for sure.
“Really?” Tails asks, voice breathy with excitement, and Knuckles ruffles his fur instinctually.
“‘Course.”
Maybe the shopping district isn’t that bad.
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so magical that yakuza 1 and shadow the hedgehog came out the same year........ 2005 the best year for sega honestly.....
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i’m leaning towards steve with powers for the final kinktober but i’ll probably run a poll later tonight! i’m just thinking like. meeting him and being really charmed by him, thinking he’s cute and confident and whatnot. and he takes you home and has you on his bed before gently explaining that he can either make you feel the most pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life… or the most intense pain you’ve ever felt in your life… and he can choose what he wants you to feel. the door’s right there and he’s happy to take you home and never speak to you again. but he’s rather sure you’re incredibly turned on by this. so you’d better be good for him and do exactly what he asks 🫶🏻
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i’ve put this project on hold (because i’m going to design them all first) but i figured i might as well post another teaser
arti and hunter are nearly done (they need eyeshading and line color, and i need to shade hunter’s rot blobs) and everyone else has very basic shading (so i can remember what i planned)
unfortunately i’m probably going to redraw some / edit most of them since i’m actually making designs (it is a bad idea to wing designs for something like this). arti might get some pattern/color change but she and hunter won’t change that much
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