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penaltyboxboxbox · 4 months

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whats stopping you from posting your omegaverse headcanons my king……do it

truly what is stopping me....ok my omegaverse assignments under the damn cut and honestly thank you to @wewentcarracing my fellow scholar who's own research has DEFINITELY influenced my own

Charles: this bitch is an omega. everyone is in love with him and he smells so good and is distracting to everyone in the damn room. we're going to question his abilities because of it too he will face anti-omega media bias despite the achievements of other omega drivers all of charles mishaps are blamed on the fact hes an omega

Carlos: alpha idc what you contradictory parties wanna say hes a big hairy alpha and hes proud of it. but hes like pretty well managed and likes to act like hes a lot more...idk wild during his ruts and stuff but like in all reality he keeps it together very well but just uses being an alpha as an excuse to hoe around.............is not mated to charles but like wants to be soooooo badly and like the way charles plays around it constantly makes him insanely whipped . as he fucking said it himself he wants to bite charles and has to control himself. ok.

Pierre: i cant decide honestly like sometimes i want him to be an alpha who has no self control and sometimes i want him to be a very ashamed omega. depends on the day and also what i'm assigning for esteban....

Esteban: He is either a beta or a really lame alpha..............i like him being an alpha making him super protective of lance but like THEY DONT LIKE EACH OTHER THAT WAY but like. maybe a little a esteban just too polite to lance to say anything. teehee. omega pierre x beta esteban is goated also. just saying.

Lance: OMEGA.............uses this as an excuse to always be laying down and being sweet and asking people to do things for him :) and they always do. also he has the most sweaty disheveled unwell heats ever and just generally reeks of maple syrup and pancakes

Fernando: alpha and he wont let you forget it. he stank. hes freaky. yeah. talks about it TOO openly. everyones had a taste too like can you blame them. guy who is also like slobbering all over lances neck in public theyre gross about it

George: I loooove George as an alpha who really dislikes the loss of control aspect of alphadom. As the wise sadie one said, george thinks being an alpha is terribly gauche. at the same time has his own cockiness about the fact he IS an alpha like he has his moments there......using his alpha privilege when it suits him but hating it when its not something he can use to his advantage or that might make him act a fool

Lewis: Beta who lets people believe he's an Alpha whos just so mentally in the zone and turbo vegan that he is able to remain in complete control of his urges and emotions. Gets testy when questioned about it its NONE of their business. Definitely does in fact really really want to be an alpha. (nico an omega btw just add this to my brocedes narrative)

Yuki: Alpha and proud of it. He's like writing alpha specific instagram captions.

Daniel: This man is THE beta ok. used to be self deprecating about it but now just embraces it. hes the beta they brought into the enclosure to keep max from becoming insane.

Max: an omega but like. weirdly ravenous one. he is breaking down omega stereotypes but like he's not even trying he's just a weirdo.

Checo: also an omega but hes like a tragically lame one when in heat. like this man is the king of the pathetic heat he wants to be led around by the hand and makes everyone around him feel bad for him. smells like orchids and carnations.

Valtteri: beta who is literally just chilling

Guanyu: reverse lewis, alpha who everyone thinks is a beta and he just lets them, doesn't want people prying into that part of his life. does not have a complex about being an alpha though and being around val keeps him w a cool head yk

Alex: Alpha.......knows he's a good one too like too aware that he'll get the job done and WELL definitely more than a little cocky about it and thinks he generally like. deals with himself well doesn't THINK he lets it get to his head as much as it does. HUGE flirt w like any omega.

Logan: Omega like what do you want me to say he spends every moment wiggling and whimpering and blushing like......hes an omega. he smells like he smells like fresh cut citrus and seawater 🫶😔

Lando: he's an omega but he smells offputting he smells like burnt sugar and monster energy. was like convinced mind body and soul he and carlos were a THING until the chussy lured carlos away and now lando is stuck being a little weird about it for all time he cant quite click w someone else and hes a weird mean little tease because of it

Oscar: Alpha who is soooooooooo incredibly chill about it. You wanna hop on my dick? ah. ok i guess. have at it. like this guy is not pressed about any of this shit

KMag: alpha but i have no strong opinion here i just think hes normal

Nico: alpha who smells terrible to every omega ever and can never find a rut partner and yearns for the hole but he just cant win

bonus seb cause i can: seb is an alpha..obvs w charles duh but ALSO was a freakish little alpha in his younger days who got off on being gross and contradictory + wonderful truly paired with beta mark with his absolutely massive complex about being a beta and snaps at anyone who tries to bring it up in regards to his behavior etc etc etc hotheaded beta and evil twink alpha who goads him about oh fuck me all you want youll never be MEEEEE oh i need it actually. anyways

THANKS FOR READING 🫶

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pomplalamoose · 6 months

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give me more Luke headcanons I am begging you, could be anything but give moooore (pretty please 🥺)

Of course, anon!!! Here are more Luke headcanons just for you, I hope you like them🩵

(if you scroll far enough you'll find something slightly nsfw at the end)

• for some reason I'm convinced that Luke can't dance

• or at least not in a way that is considered presentable to the public

• (the dorky way in which he moves to music in private is unlike anything you've ever seen. It's adorable)

• while he has a good sense of rhythm and great control over his body, he turns surprisingly clumsy as soon as he's told to do, for example, a waltz

• suddenly his graceful demeanor and the elegant way in which he carries himself simply vanishes into thin air

• the only thing left will be gangly limbs everywhere, sheepish smiles and murmured apologies

• take care of your feet because he will step on them

• I wouldn't be surprised if he'd somehow manage to trip over his own or slip on the train of his partner's dress/cloak/flowy garment

• could he possibly learn how to dance? Absolutely, he's a well trained fighter

• does he want to? No.

• (he might make an exception if Leia forces him to)

• is there an equivalent to the Roman Empire in the galaxy far, far away?

• is it the old Jedi order?

• (it could be but everyone feel free to make up alternatives)

• either way Luke is a nerd because I say so and thus thinks about the Roman Empire's equivalent a lot

• he'll be able to give you a weirdly specific answer about how often he does so too

• he'll smile at you then and you can't help but wonder whether he's messing with you or telling the truth

• if you share a room or a bed with him, no matter if it's in a platonic or romantic way, he's definitely one to come up with the strangest of questions

• especially when you are already halfway gone and THIS close to sleep

• he'd ask if you'd still date him if he was a worm

• yes, he'd still date you if you were a worm

• OF COURSE he would

• he'd built a little worm house just for you

• what do you mean you want him to shut up and finally go to sleep?

• the memory of experiencing his first rain fall is very dear to him

• since he grew up on a planet without water, everything about it fascinates him a great deal

• he's always delighted when there is a stream or a puddle nearby

• he likes to observe big rivers and the sea and often meditates at the shore of whatever lake he might find

• because of this I like to think he'd be really into fish

• or water creatures in general

• he'd totally keep some of them in his rooms

• (only in a way appropriate to their species of course!)

• as a fish/crab/shell/??? you won't ever find a better place to live than in Luke Skywalker's aquarium

• he'd take such good care of them

additonal posts for this topic here and here

• in one of my other posts I said that Luke likes to go shopping with you

• but not only because he enjoys spending time with the people he loves

• secretly (or maybe not so secretly) that man is just as invested in getting you new clothes, if not more so, than you are

• (everyone who knew his mother isn't surprised; they have so much in common after all)

• he has an amazing sense for fashion

• while he himself is more than content with his elegant and sleek black look, he flourishes when others seek him out for advice on how to dress

• he has a good eye for all the different body types and what suits each individual person best

• he loves make over scenes in movies

• he keeps up to date with the latest trends

• he'd totally judge celebrities' and/or politician's outfits with you

• while we are at it I also have to talk about his favorite pieces on you

• he absolutely adores seeing you in shirts with a low neckline

• those that maybe tend to expose more of your skin when you move, sliding that way or another

• the more he can see of your neck, shoulders and collarbones the better

• he loves when you go without a bra and he is able to see your nipples peeking through the fabric

• thus he is especially happy during summer when you are wearing thin and lacey tops

• while he always enjoys unwrapping you like a present during winter, there's just something so tantalizing about easy access

• this applies to your panties as well (or maybe especially?)

• he thinks you look breathtakingly beautiful in a pretty summer dress or a flowy skirt

• but even more so if he knows you aren't wearing anything underneath

• he'll innocently ask you to sit on his lap

• from afar nobody would assume that there is something else going on

• at least if you manage to keep your composure

• you never do

• he is not easy to take without any preparation and foreplay first

• so in case you don't happen to be aroused enough or if you're less practiced and not able to take him fully yet, he'll happily adapt and fuck your thighs instead

• they are just as nicely warm and so smooth

• he'd make you sit at just the right angle so you too get all the friction you need, gently guiding your hips into a rhythm

• eventually he'd loose his patience though, and, after making sure no one's around, he'd bend you over and take you properly

#ask #luke skywalker #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker smut #luke star wars #star wars #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #star wars headcanons #headcanons #star wars fanfiction

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 7 months

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Sort of Halloween ask go

What sort of mythical creature eg satyrs, selkies, would the mercs be?

What Mythical Creatures Would The TF2 Mercs Be?

Hell yeah! That's such a cool idea 😭 Some of these might not be very well known because I wanted to pull some from specific countries for the mercs that don't come from America:)

Also, apologies if I mess up any folklore!

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Demo would be a redcap, I don't know, guys. I can just picture this man hiding out in ruined castles, creating chaos and staining his little cap red with the blood of his victims because he's a silly like that. Now, Redcaps normally can't be reasoned with, but if you happen to be wandering through Scotland, keep a bottle of something good on you and you might just figure out a way to make friends with him.

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Engie would be Mothman, I mean, I already think mothman is a very wholesome protector of sorts, rather than the omen of bad luck everyone thinks he is. Mothman doesn't cause bad things to happen. He warns people that something bad will happen, and I think Engie would totally do that! Engie also just radiates moth energy to me for some reason, like I think he really likes bright lights.

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Heavy would be the leshy. I think he'd be such a good character to be assinged to rule over the forest. The leshy is seen as a malevolent being, but is actually rather kind depending on the humans that it encounters, the leshy protects children more or less abandoned by their families, bringing them to a part of an ethereal forest, so I honestly think it's a really good fit for him!

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Medic would be an Alp. So I feel like Medic already cause a people nightmares, so being a German version of a sleep paralysis demon is very fitting for him. Also, with manipulating dreams and creating nightmares being an Alps main power, I can't help but think of Medic while researching the folklore. Also, also, some people categorize them as demons, and let's be real, anything to do with demons fits with Medic.

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Scout would be the Goatman, I think he'd have so much fun haunting one bridge, scaring, or just chilling with local teens who come to visit him, but then scaring the piss out of anyone who's serious, or just hiding away when someone with a camera comes around to prove of his existence. He'd just be one of the best suited (next to Pyro) to be a cryptid.

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Sniper would be a Yara-ma-yha-who, a frog like vampire creature, that, and I quote, "waits for an unsuspecting traveler to rest under the tree. The creature then drops down and uses its suckers to drain the victim's blood. After that, it swallows the person, drinks some water, and then takes a nap. When the Yara-ma-yha-who awakens, it regurgitates the victim, leaving them shorter than before." I have no other explanation for why this fits Sniper than I think it's funny as hell and weirdly in character.

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Spy would be the Dames Blanches, uh fem Spy mention!? Kidding, half kidding? Anyways! The Dames Blanches tend to lurk in narrow places, like ravines, forests, and bridges. While not being a benevolent spirit, if you come across one, it might require you to dance with them or help them. I think Spy would definitely find himself lurking on a moonlit bridge, requiring a late night dance for you to pass

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Soldier would be the Jersey Devil purely because from what I know about them, they cause absolute chaos, and Soldier is insanely good at that. Also, the Jersey Devil is incredibly good at scaring humans and is known for its piercing scream, I wonder if we know anyone like that. No, but being real, he'd be a great fit for the Jersey Devil, but would probably become the first proven cryptid, to be honest, he'd just be to willing to get near people.

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Pyro would be a Fresno Nightcrawler, like??? Have you seen them?? Especially fan art of them? Pyro could be twins with them, from the gaunt stare to the vaugly shaped body, I think Pyro might just actually be a Fresno nighcrawler that wiggled its way into a gas mask and suit one night. It probably wouldn't be the first time a cryptid tried to join the other mercs.

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OUGH, THIS WAS SO FUN 😭 another short and sweet one! I love mythology and folklore, so getting to look into it super fun! Did you guys know that I wanted to study cryptozoolgy before I realized that ot would tank my entire science career 😮‍💨 oh well, at least i can always find a platform to talk about them on tumblr! I really hope you like this Anon! 💖

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #team fortress headcanons #tf2 hcs #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro

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hanasnx · 11 months

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Dude weirdly enough you got me thinking about charred vaders ‘cyberdick’ lmao

I cant exactly visualise it but I knowwww it would be cold… and that’s kinda hot

no bcos you’re right. like i can’t remember which ones but i’ve definitely talked about vader’s cyber dick in other posts

my thought process is, i get it’s unrealistic to think he has a fully functional dick after he crawled through hot coals but it’s also unrealistic he was almost burned alive and scraped off the pavement to be stuffed inside a suit and now he can just stay alive like that.. so i give and take.

like most of the things in his body, he’s had to improve them or replace them with mech anyway. bits of his throat, spine, chest. his limbs fully replaced. so it makes sense that during his time fine-tuning himself, he’d have access to repair all of him.

one thing i think about is that i don’t think he’d care about anything sexual after hearing about the death of padmé. so having a dick wouldn’t mean anything to him anymore, and i have yet to think of a reason why he would spend time repairing it.

but i can imagine what it looks like in my head so clearly. truly an impressive feat for even someone of his prowess in machinery. some of the metal is under the skin, and some is out and around and over to replace whatever skin he lost. he kept the insides intact, but i don’t imagine he’s capable of kids or even,, sperm. his cum is just empty. no tingle on the tongue when you blow him.

when it’s soft, you can feel the mech more clearly. rolling the flaccid member in your hand, he shifts uncomfortably because of what pinches together if you’re careless. when it hardens it’s less easy to feel the difference.

when he’s inside you, you recognize the scrape of the dull edges of metal, but it’s more pleasant than you imagined it to be. and of course with your feedback, he constantly upgrades it. he tries different materials as well to help assuage whatever discomfort may come with his inexperience in working with this specific body part as a project.

anon, you’re right. it would be cold. and pale. mixed with black pieces of whatever he stuck up in there to make sure he can fuck you within an inch of your life

#indy: headcanons #ch: vader #darth vader headcanons #dick headcanons #indy shoots the shit #anon #burnt!vader #thanks for the msg!!#dv #darth vader #darth vader x reader #x f!reader #darth vader smut #darth vader x reader smut #darth vader prompt #darth vader imagine

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ratstuckinamarble · 1 year

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Ok so the new Twyla music video??? Is so good??? I've watched it like seven times already, because it's stop motion! Not only my favourite type of animation, it's my favourite story telling medium.

And they did such a great job! I could just gush about everything, but one thing at a time.

The backgrounds are awesome. It's a really nice mixture between official products and stuff that was made specifically for this (and some digital backdrops). It honestly looks like this would have been super fun to work on. Did you see Twylas bed? That's clearly a playset, which is exiting. Also they just used a Coffin Bean chair for her desk XD

This gramophone is my favourite set piece. It has teeth, and the needle is a hand with long nails. How cool is that? Parts of it look factory made, but not the teeth, unfortunately. I'm not sure about the hand. It's a shame, I wish this would get included in a playset someday. Whoever made that did a great job though.

Look at the trees. The way they're stylised is really appealing, and so is the pink lighting. And you can see the Coffin Bean! So cute.

But more importantly, the school. It looks so good! My best bet is that it's made out of paper, and weirdly, the roof shingles especially stand out to me. I also really like the teeth right underneath them and the wonky towers. Really makes it seem alive, and I'm a sucker for living buildings.

Honorable mentions: Twylas door sign. It's really cute. The font is cool, the wispy smoke in the l fits nicely, and I like how her name was underlined.

But the best part is the animation. It's so smooth, and their movement feels so natural. It also shows how versatile the articulation is for posing. Here are some of my favourite parts:

This walking animation. It's just adorable.

Draculaura putting her hands together here. Looks like she's plotting something.

Twyla playing with her wristband to calm down. It's just a really nice detail. She was also shown to be really sensitive to noise. Careful there girl, you're getting too relatable.

Her shoulder swivel here. Love how they utilised the chest joint, it allows for so much more personality in the movements.

The dancing in this scene specifically. She's twirling to everyone, meeting their hand with hers, and then they do do a short curtsey. Its surprisingly elegant, and I think it fits well with the song. I also quite like how Twyla and Clawdeen blink in unison right when they separate.

Speaking of the song, it's surprisingly nice. I'm happy that they went with a more unique sound, it suits Twyla well. Also, from what we can gather here, I think I'm going to like her g3 version a lot.

I was surprised to see another music video, I was afraid they wouldn't make more. Hopefully, they make all of them stop motion, because it turned out so, so nice. I don't even mind that the video is shorter if it means we get stuff that's this great.

#monster high #monster high g3 #frankie stein #draculaura #clawdeen wolf #twyla boogieman #stop motion #rätposting

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darkestprompts · 8 months

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What kind of enemies do the heroes like fighting the most?

Sorry for the delay, I've been having the life sucked out of me

Hellion: any big hulking beast or brute. She likes to measure raw strength against a worthy opponent. Lots to chop, lots to bleed.

Houndmaster: cultists. He loathes them for what he did to that girl and to the gendarmerie as an institution. Feels right, feels like justice.

Vestal: undead. Her power works well against them and she feels like she's helping cleanse the land and put their tormented souls to rest.

Bounty Hunter: brigands. Great opportunity to collect bounties and track names on his list, all while he gets paid by the Heir. Plus, it's always easier to hunt quarry that can be scared shitless.

Jester: remember when I said Sarmenti is afraid of bloodsuckers because of his aristocracy trauma? He also finds killing them incredibly satisfying. He's very normal.

Plague Doctor: she's very curious about the fungal abominations. Her mask ensures she doesn't have to deal with spores inside her lungs, so she doesn't understand why people don't help her get samples already.

Occultist: Alhazred is one of the few who want to match power against power when it comes to eldritch forces of the cosmic kind. He can understand them and seeks them out for similar reasons to why Boudica likes to measure herself against powerful beasts.

Shieldbreaker: she likes hunting the hardier creatures of the Cove. Her spear is well-suited to penetrate their defenses and she can kind of abstract it as a form of fishing. Much less traumatic than most types of battle. Escargot, anyone?

Flagellant: it's not about what it is, it's about how bad it can make Damian hurt. The little freak.

Arbalest: Missandei is pragmatic. If she can find a vital target and not a blob of indistinguishable flesh, she's happy. But she'll admit there were few things as satisfying as shutting Wilbur's squealing mouth with a bolt.

Runaway: the question isn't the type of creature, but how flammable it is. She has a field day in the Tangle, even with Barristan screaming that she'll burn down the forest with all of them inside.

Man-at-Arms: the pelagics are intelligent enough for Barristan to stretch his tactical muscles and inhuman enough for him not to be disturbed by killing them.

Highwayman: I feel like Dismas's spiteful side likes killing Gentry, even though they are absolutely gross and creepy. He spent most of his life ruining the days of rich people and that simply doesn't go away.

Crusader: It switches between the cultists and the undead. Both make him feel like he's doing righteous work, but there are times his brain will associate them with the fallen allies and/or enemies he had in the Crusades. Like Sarmenti, he's very normal about it.

Leper: Baldwin would erase the Fanatics from existence if he could. They stand against everything he believes about faith and civilization.

Musketeer: likes testing her aim against the smaller, faster, skittering beasts. They aren't extremely dangerous, but removing their annoyance is still satisfying.

Abomination: Bigby's beastly side finds the pigmen delicious. Human Bigby had to get used to it.

Grave Robber: gargoyles. It's weirdly specific, but her pickaxe is just perfect to chip away at stonework.

Antiquarian: is sane and doesn't actually like any of the fighting.

#darkest dungeon #asks #dd lists #dd ensemble

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random-doctor-on-the-internet · 2 months

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@hoarder-of-dragons , you asked for this, you get this.

@weirdly-specific-but-ok tagging you, because you apparently like hearing about my humiliations. If you say one thing about the good omens references, I'll be sad and do something stupid.

Buckle your seatbelt and get some handkerchiefs, time for

The Watermelon Story

The sunglasses are back.

So, it all starts, as it will end, with a bowling contest. It's not the first. All the previous bowling contests have been nice so far (and by nice, I mean degenerating into a gun fight), and all my family, their friends, and some associates are assembled in a lovely room that we arranged to suit the occasion, with a bunch of interior plants. We may be a slightly criminal organisation, but we're also civilised people.

The tournament works in pairs, chosen by the referee, who is just here to get a free Martini and has no impact on the following story. So, I got paired with my best friend (wahoo), and we start...uh... bowling? (What do you do at a bowling contest? Do you bowl? Do you throw? No fucking idea, but we do that. )

At some advanced point in the competition, we're against my uncle and one of his sidekicks. They're winning. The sidekick throws the ball and somehow manages to get it stuck in a palm tree. Because, of course, there's a bloody palm tree in the bowling room. My cousin (too young to play) tries to climb the tree to get it back. It's hilarious. Well, it was hilarious until he fell and broke some bones. (We got him to the hospital, he's ok now).

So, we have only one ball-throwing turn left, we're clearly losing, and we don't have any bowling balls left. That's the moment when Beez decides to take a watermelon who's been lying around (why? Love. Well, Ukrainian unconditional love for watermelons.). They throw it. They strike. We won.

Global cheering? No. Most people look at us, mouth agap, seemingly lost. Some of them yell that we cheated. My uncle asks the referee.

The referee doesn't know shit about bowling and is 5 Martini glasses deep. He said there's nothing against our watermelon methods. We're finalists.

My uncle becomes the personification of wrath. He yells at everyone. When he realises that he can't do anything against the referee's will, he shoots the watermelon. The watermelon explodes and knocks one plant pot off. The bullets (three, because my uncle does not simply burst into rage against the whole vegetal kind) respectively destroy the cursed palm tree (the bowling ball is still stuck there), a spider plant (sorry) and a bromelia (not sorry, it was ugly).

My uncle's boyfriend tries to stop him. It doesn't work. My other relatives do the same. At some point, he stops, leaving a devastated bowling room. The final competition is cancelled, all finalists (hey, that's me! ) are declared winners.

We leave the place (after paying the owner for the damage done) and go celebrating elsewhere. My uncle is still raging.

A few days later, we learned that the bowling hall "mysteriously" burned. Nothing left but ashes now.

And that's how, children, I learned that we should never anger that uncle. You should remember it.

#bedtime stories for little mafiosi

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llau-ren-ti-a · 11 months

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The Bad Batch Ask Game

created by @wreckers-wife

@nahoney22

First of all thanks for the message and thank you for bringing this to my attention, my asks are open now 😁

So let's get right to it!

21. Which Batcher is the best cook?

I'd love to say Hunter, but with his senses it could get difficult (hell, I consider myself a decent cook and can't prepare meat half of the time bc I can't stand the smell) so I'm going with Echo and Cross!

Echo because he actually values food that isn't 'standard rations' and has a thing for proper nutrition and Crosshair because he's a control freak in the kitchen - he won't let you lift a finger and only serves whatever meets his expectations.

38. What color do you associate with each Batcher?

That's a tough one, but I'll try my best!

Wrecker

Wrecker was the easiest to come up with, and I know, yellow is a happy colour and that's why I associate him with it bla bla bla - his scar reminds me of the sun, a star bursting across his face. He's warm summer days spent in the sun, elderflower lemonade and daisies.

When I was in school we used to play "Yellow Car", whenever you spotted a yellow car you could hit one of the fellow players, and I think he'd be weirdly competitive about that.

Omega

Omega was a close second, and my colour is turquoise! Do you know this specific shade of turquoise that every other girl's rooms had back in the 2010s? Either you knew someone who had a room like that or you were that person. I can remember that so vividly and she instantly reminded me of her so much. She'd totally be one of those girls with turquoise walls.

I'm also so sure adores the ocean and sky, aside from the storm grey she was surrounded with on Kamino.

Tech

A little conflicted about our dear Tech - he reminds me of vaporwave and 80s computers; to me he is the embodiment of 80s and 90s synthwave (aesthetic), black and neon pinks and blues and purples and oranges - it was really a tie between the latter but I went with purple, it's still quite a nice colour and I think he'd center his whole being around this colour like many purple people do. (Orange people are actually exactly the same, but they are less vocal about it haha)

Echo

Sad beige clothes for sad beige children.

Look me straight into my bright blue eyes and tell me Echo would not absolutely THRIVE in a clean, cozy minimalistic apartment. I would pay an ungodly amount of money to wrap him up in a beige silk/mohair blend cable knit sweater and watch him drink a black tea with milk and sugar while he's sitting on clean white bed sheets. Need I say more?

Hunter

(Sidenote: I am having an absolute field day imagining Hunter in one of those Park Ranger Uniform shorts)

I think the consensus is that a lot of people associate him with red (because he is the leader of the squad and their colours are black and red...)

And I get it, red and brown suit him well in my opinion, but he really is green to me. Not really sage green or dark forest green, more the yellowish chartreuse kind of swampy green.

Crosshair

I get it. I absolutely do. The angry, dangerous, even lustful dark reds and blacks that so many people pair him with.

My soul tells me he is green. Not that friendly, lively kind of green that Hunter has, but this dark and forgotten shade of ancient woods that block out the sun once you've walked a few steps into them. Kind of Twilight-esque pacific northwedt vibes, but scarier and less blue filter.

I know he would kill me if he heard me compare him to Hunter like that, but I really think they are quite alike.

The difference lies here:

Hunter invites you in, whereas Crosshair is warning you to stay away.

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I hope that made some sense haha!

That was fun, thanks for the message! <3

#the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch headcanons #tbb headcanons #star wars the bad batch #bad batch #star wars #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb tech

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nevarroes · 2 months

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I don't really know anything about these characters and I'm new here, so I'm sorry if this has been explained somewhere before !

But I wondered how did this weight gain thing come about? Specifically for you, I mean. What sparked this idea for them?

Love your art 💕

thank you💗

I suppose it came about because I am into it of course and in my opinion the kink itself has many interesting dynamics to explore in fiction but I’m not someone that applies it very freely. like I need wg to actually suit a ship or a character nd also make sense tbh

so with that being said the reason why it works well for them is because Cas is a character that is very vain and that values his looks a bit too much. He doesn’t really have a lot of things that are a taboo to him, like he’s been involved in about every horrendous act of violence or fetish you could imagine due to his incubus past so there’s not a lot of things he would even see as wrong besides well… anything regarding his appearance, that’s the one thing he’d never allow himself to “indulge” in. The opposite of that however is Gortash, who, to me, just honestly does not give a fuck about his appearance because he controls the public opinion of himself anyways, so Cas lives out this personal taboo through Gortash while staying perfect as he wants to. On top of that you have Cas, who is a devil tainted by the abyss which is why he has a much more destructive nature than usual. He very much naturally craves ruining people and bringing torture and pain, so this started as a thing to just kinda fuck Gortash up without major damage but it turned into more than that since Cas, as he slowly got attached to him, also wanted a lot of control over him due to jealousy nd possessiveness so he just kept making him gain weight as a way to kinda…. leave a mark on him nd make him more dependent on him and also less desirable to anyone else😖

though I suppose to very plainly and stupidly answer what sparked the idea 4 me in the first place.... Cas was always written as a very jealous and overly possessesive character that wants to be above everyone so I just kinda went "you know what. he WOULD fatten up Gortash just to keep him to himself and to feel superior but then also be weirdly into it. and Gortash would let it happen because he doesn't really care about the repercussions and as a way to show his devotion". I suppose it just kinda happened along the lines the more I fleshed them out🙏 (I did talk about this part of their whole dynamic often here on my side blog in more detail though if u wanna know anything else that I might have explained better back then)

#blakemail #gortcas lore

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medics-secret-shipfic-folder · 11 months

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Out of every single TF2 character, Soldier and Scout are the hardest for me to write for because they have parody baked into their characters.

Soldier is a red-blooded communist hating american meant to satirize the aggressively jingoistic attitudes of Cold War-era America, and Scout is a loud-mouthed Bostonian hooligan who thinks he's gods gift to humanity.

Both of these characters would be the most ear-grating things imaginable in any other piece of media, but they work in tf2 because they're walking parodies. It also helps that both characters are shown to be...less than intelligent and other, more reasonable characters are Sick Of Their Shit tm.

Soldier would be an unlikable douchebag in, say, Call of Duty, but because the comics make it clear that he's a lead-poisoned idiot and more sane characters are either annoyed, frustrated, or confused by his presence makes his antics hilarious rather than annoying. His relationship with Zhanna would also be extremely questionable, but because Zhanna's been stuck in the mountains most of her life, her social skills are...less than stellar, so it makes sense she'd fall for the first man who jumped into bed with her.

Scout works the same way, but to a much less severe extent.

And me, being someone who's really bad at writing parody, can't actually write for either of these characters for obvious reasons. Outside of small bit roles and jokes, I genuinely cannot figure out what the hell I'm supposed to do with Scout or Soldier in fanworks.

Compare this to characters like Heavy or Medic, who I am very good at writing (at least, I think so). Heavy is shown to have a great deal of depth as a character and his past is so dark that it can't really be joked about or parodied despite his otherwise funny persona. He's serious and reasonable, which makes him perfect for my writing style, which focuses more on slapstick and dry wit for comedy than tf2's over the top satirization.

Medic on the other hand is just as nutty as Soldier, but because he's not really a parody (I don't think, anyways), he's much easier to write. He's also part of a character archetype I'm incredibly familiar with (the mad doctor), so that helps. Medic is also an extremely static character and this means that he can take a central or supporting role at any time and it work out perfectly. His brand of comedy is eccentric and crazy, but there's just enough depth there to explore.

Spy is another character I'm comfortable writing for. He's a Cold War-era parody of France through an American lens; a not-so-manly backstabber who doesn't fight fair. But, just like Heavy, the comics gave him enough depth that I can spin a story about him relatively easily without worrying too much if I'm writing him out of character.

Weirdly enough, despite my love of tf2's comedic style, I can't actually replicate it all that well. If a character can take on a serious/reasonable role (Heavy, Spy, Engineer, Pauling, etc) I can write a story pretty easily. But if a character is wholly dependent on tf2's specific brand of comedy (Soldier, Scout, Saxton Hale, etc), then I'm shit outta luck.

Again, my style of comedy is all about dry wit, slapstick, and dumb non-sequiturs. Think Gravity Falls, but with more swearing and blood. Parody is not my strong suit, so the characters in tf2 that rely most on parody and satire just end up falling flat in my works because I literally don't know what to do with them.

It's a similar situation to Pinkie Pie from MLP (hold on I'm going somewhere with this)

Pinkie Pie is interesting because, despite being a main character, she's at her weakest when an episode focuses on her. Because she's built to be the comedic relief, she's at her best when playing off other characters because those other characters are allowed to be the straight arrow to her bullshit.

Pinkie Pie is absolutely hilarious in episodes like the Cutie Map and the Gift of the Maud Pie because her antics are being contrasted against more reasonable characters like Rarity and Twilight. Their reactions are what make Pinkie Pie's jokes land. But she fails in episodes that center entirely around her like Yakkity Sax and and Pinkie Pride. And that is entirely because she just doesn't have the depth necessary to take on a protagonist role. She's trying to be the comedy relief when she's the main central character, and it just flat out doesn't work. She comes across as a complete bitch in these episodes because the framework that made her funny in the first place just isn't there anymore.

Soldier and Scout work the same way. These characters are relatively shallow when compared to the rest of TF2's cast and because they are so heavily reliant on being parodies, it's damn near impossible to write anything with them unless you are VERY familiar with tf2's brand of comedy. Soldier and Scout work best in comedic situations where the writer understands that these two are dumbasses that annoy the shit out of more respected characters. But put them in a central role and suddenly everything falls apart because the framework needed to make them likable isn't there anymore.

I can only theorize that this is the reason Miss Pauling is the real main character of the comics. She's morally dubious and certainly mean, but she has her head on straight when compared to the mercs, so when Soldier does something stupid or says something xenophobic, her annoyed reactions are enough to let the audience know that yes, this is one massive parody. Laugh at the satirical red-blooded American, dammit!

Anyways uh. This post went in a lot of different directions. But I read someone's analysis of tf2's parody and satire-centric comedic style and how almost everything was created through an American Cold War-era lens and it got me thinking about why certain characters in tf2 are so difficult to write while others aren't, and most of it comes down to "Are you, as a fanfic writer, good at writing parody? If not, good luck!"

Basically, if a tf2 character can hold a competent conversation, I can handle them. I like to think I can write in-character fairly well, just with some added extrapolation if I want to explore specific motives/how they view the world/beliefs, or just good old-fashioned deconstruction.

I tend to write some of the tf2 characters as relatively progressive as a primary means of doing that and Heavy, Engineer, Medic, and Spy are clearly educated, so they would be the most likely to be liberal-minded. Assholes? Yes. Selfish? Yes. But they don't strike me as dyed-in-the-wool bigots. They might be more preoccupied with other shit but not actively malicious.

Also it's just funny to write Medic absolutely tearing a fascist a new one.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #critical analysis #analyzing satire

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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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karlnapity noms, you want a weirdly specific oneshot idea, you’ll get it:

Sapnap’s a pred, Quackity’s a tiny avian or something, and Karl is just a human.

Sapnap noms Quackity a lot, but Karl can’t nom him and is starting to get a bit jealous of the time the two of them spend together without him.

Sapnap and Q feel really bad about this, so they come up with a plan to help Karl feel more included!

Whether this is, like, Karl shrinking and getting nommed with Quackity, or Karl somehow safely nomming Q for the first time, or something else entirely, is up to you! I’m just a sucker for karlnapity noms lol

mmm hello! this is four months old but let's just move past that! :D

i guess i probably should've included quackity just a tiny bit more and treated him less as a side-character with early-days personality,, BUT STILL!

we will abide

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cw: vore (sfw, nsx), brief jealousy (but i wouldn't count that as a cw tbh,,,)

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Karl watched. He laid across the couch with his arms folded under him, holding his head up on the couch arm. He studies how his soon-to-be-husbands embrace their drastic size difference. It’s adorable, Karl admits, though he can’t stop jealousy from flaring in his gut. He frowns at how gentle Sapnap is with Quackity, and how Quackity leaned into Sapnap’s limbs that fit him nearly perfectly. Karl fell between the two’s sizes, and sometimes it felt like he was too large or too small. Karl was of course grateful for how Sapnap did try and satisfy Karl by attempting the same things he tried with Quackity, though more often than not it would end up uncomfortable for the both of them.

It had been passable for a while, until Sapnap had grown instincts. Quackity was small enough to be stored, and Karl was decidedly not.

Karl, after seeing Sapnap’s, had also developed instincts. Not so much over Sapnap, instead for Quackity. But, with Quackity up to his shin, it didn’t really work out the same way. And plus, a human like him didn’t have the interior to suit a tiny.

They still loved Karl in other ways, but it was deflating to see them have such a natural relationship with each other and not have to overthink it all.

“Karl,” Sapnap said, eyes on him. Karl looked up with half-lidded eyes and yawned. Quackity was curled up in the crease of Sapnap’s neck, sound asleep. Karl’s eyes softened at the sight, and his gut churned and protested.

“Hm?” Karl hummed, shuffling so he was sitting up. Tire lulled at him, but jealousy was prominent.

“Are you okay?” Sapnap adds swiftly. The mini-giant shuffles up, his head kept at an awkward angle to avoid disturbing the sleeping avian. Karl’s heart flutters and he grips the crack between the couch cushions.

“Yeah, I think.”

Sapnap carefully stood up and walked around the coffee table to sit down on the mini-giant accessible side of the couch. His struggle to keep Quackity secure lightened Karl’s mood slightly, though his slowly-growing grin fell as he heard Quackity faintly groan into Sapnap’s skin and tighten the ball he curled himself into. Sapnap props his arm on the higher couch cushions that were specifically for Karl’s human size and Karl strides there, only losing his balance a few times to the unstable surface. “I guess you don’t look well,” Sapnap remarks. Karl shrugs and tugs on the maroon sleeve of Sapnap’s hoodie before using it to ascend to his shoulder, where Quackity is.

“I was just–woah–you guys were being romantic,” Karl says, steadying himself. Sapnap stays still and watches Karl from the corner of his eye, just in case.

“You’re saying you’re jealous?” Sapnap asks, and Karl shrugs.

“Yeah.” Karl stops moving and looks at Sapnap, who in return has turned his head and is looking at the soft brunet with gentle eyes. Karl nearly lets go at the sight. “I’m telling you though, I’m fine.”

Sapnap’s hand appears behind him and forcefully pushes him the rest of the way to his shoulder. Karl gets situated, then gently slides Quackity—who looks positively awake and asleep at the same time—onto his lap. His wings flutter slightly and Karl stays wary of them while he leans into Quackity’s body and Sapnap’s neck at the same time. His legs fall over each side of Sapnap and he closes his eyes. Something about this is okay, but Karl knows that this would never compete with storing Quackity.

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The following morning, Karl can’t recall falling asleep. But, he wakes up in Sapnap’s bed, cradled against the mini-giant’s chest. He can’t feel Quackity in his arms anywhere. He’s been stored, his mind urges towards him painfully. He shivers at the thought. There is jealousy boiling inside of him and soon it will overflow.

The doorbell rings.

Karl’s attention turns to the cat flap they’d installed for Karl and Quackity to have easy access into the raven’s bedroom. He moves, limbs skidding against the sleek bed sheets. He wriggles from underneath Sapnap’s arm and finds his footing at the edge of the bed, staring down at the wooden floor. He sits on the edge and slides off, landing roughly on the ground. His socked feet slid along the floor but he didn’t fall, just kept his balance nicely and started across the bedroom.

Karl looked over his shoulder at Sapnap, who’s chest rose and fell rhythmically, and he narrowed in on Quackity. The hybrid was draped across Sapnap’s head and his wings were neatly folded. He smiled sadly and turned back around, ducking under the flap that was just an inch too short for him. The clear material rose above him and fell as he left the room and entered the body of the house.

The air is cooler than the bedroom, but Karl is guessing that it's really because of the absence of the mini-giant. He always emitted heat, it was a given with his size and his fire-born origin. Karl shivers and draws his fingers along his opposing arms. Maybe it's not just because of the cold that he's hugging himself. The only thing on his mind is Quackity, looking so tiny against Sapnap’s so large body. They’re perfect.

He reached the front door and the melodramatic ideas of being excluded silenced. He pushed through the cat flap in the door and stepped onto the rough welcome mat that pierced through his socks. He winced and kept his footsteps soft and quick. He held eyes on a small package that rested half-on-half-off the mat. He curled his fingers around it and peered over the top curiously, hoisting himself awkwardly over the top of the cardboard. He steadied and walked, crouching by the white tag settled in the middle.

Karl Jacobs, he sees above the shipping information.

The door makes a noise and Karl looks up as it opens. Sapnap is looking down with tired eyes with underlying excitement, but it's nothing new, Sapnap always looks like that.

Quackity is perched on the raven’s shoulder like a bird. He can’t exactly fly well with his wings, but he definitely acts like he can. Karl finds it adorable and a little pathetic. “What is this?” Karl asks immediately.

Quackity looks to Sapnap, who looks to the avian with a small nod, then Quackity urges, “Open it!”

Yellow wings obscure his vision for a moment as Quackity finds his way beside him. Sapnap kneels and places both his hands on either side of the box and lifts it. He maneuvers the door with his foot and shuts it when he’s inside. “I was thinking about last night—well, actually, I guess we both had the idea that you were jealous,” Sapnap starts and sets the package down on the counter. With his now-free hands, the raven searches drawers for a pair of scissors. Karl looks at Quackity, who’s staring up at Sapnap.

“I told you not to worry about it!” the brunet frets.

“I don't care,” Sapnap hums. Karl stands out of the way as Sapnap pulls a pair—a mini-giant pair—of scissors out of a drawer and draws it to the tape sealing the box. He slices it with a satisfying noise, and Karl’s heart thumps. It’s warmed by thoughts of them caring enough about his own terrible, warped, jumble of emotions, and he can honestly say that whatever is in the box he will adore. Sapnap gets the other sides loose, and Karl moves around the top of the box to avoid getting cut. The mini-giant steps back and lets Karl unravel his gift, but the brunet can feel the fire-born’s scarlet eyes plastered on him, and he can feel a set of smaller, dark maroon eyes on him too. He situates himself and pushes open a flap on the box. He slips inside after Sapnap cuts in to hold it open for him.

He messes with the mounds of bubble wrap and then focuses on the thing placed in the middle of the box. It’s small, he’s not sure why it came in a package like that. It was human-sized, definitely. He squints at it and scrambles for a better look at what it is. It’s a small glass bottle, with the words DRINK ME wrapping the frontmost of it. Karl stares blankly at it and breaks into a grin, giggling at it. Quackity clambers into the box and falls onto the wrap with a yelp. Karl doesn’t notice it, really. He’s wondering if the bottle does what his mind tells him it does. Quackity reappears, standing upright.

There are tears picking at the fold in his eyes.

“Sapnap,” he begins, looking up with garbled eyes.

“Yeah?” Sapnap says, slightly smirking and leaning over the two of them.

“Is this what I’m thinking it is?” Karl asks coolly.

“It is, man! I bought it, and—” Quackity cuts in, and is promptly cut off.

“Shut up, Quackity,” Sapnap hisses. Karl laughs and chokes on tears. The avian appears behind him and wraps his arms around his leg, squeezing like he does to Sapnap’s finger. Sapnap dips his hand into the box and pulls the two up carefully, Quackity making the effort infinitely harder.

“Can I actually shrink with it?” Karl asks finally, the weighing question delivered to the right person. Sapnap nods,

“We wouldn’t buy that for you as a joke, Karl. Actually, we totally would. But this is real, one-hundred percent-ly genuine.”

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The rest of the day carried on. Something in Karl lightened a bit. Sapnap said there was no deadline for using it and theoretically he could keep it for the most special occasion he could think of, and he’d agreed in the moment. But now, the three of them are curled up on the couch, with Karl in Sapnap’s lap and Quackity in Karl’s hair, and he can’t stop eyeing the kitchen. DRINK ME replays in his mind tenfold, taunting him before he’s fed up with the compelling urge and fesses up.

“Hey,” he says, catching Sapnap’s attention. He looks up at the man just so, and continues, “I’m just gonna say this, I think we should do it now.”

Quackity gasps in a breath of air like he’s been half-asleep.

“Okay, sure,” Sapnap says easily. Karl shifts up and finds a seat on the human-designed portion of the couch again. Quackity drifts down tiredly and sits beside Karl, still looking like he has a foot out in dreamland.

Sapnap leaves, then returns with his hand outstretched. Karl holds his hands out and the fire-born rolls the vial carefully into his ready hands. Quackity’s eyes widen, and Karl’s heart twists in a way he can’t pinpoint. He unscrews the lid off of the bottle and draws it to his lips. His hands shake for a moment, his eyes hazy with uncertainty, but it’s a good kind. Karl takes a sip, and one more for good measure.

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Karl can’t have been out for long, because everyone is exactly where they were before he’d taken a sip of the shrinkage potion. His surroundings have shifted drastically, and for the first time in a long while, Karl can comfortably say that it feels familiar. He looks to his left as he stirs, and Quackity is nearing the same height as him. Karl notices immediately that he seems just a bit taller than him right now. Perspective might be playing with him, but he really hopes he’s right. On his left, Karl sees through slightly-blurred vision—product of side-effects—Sapnap. He seems feet taller than when they’d last spoken. His heart warms, it feels like summer even when the flowers are still recovering from the cold season. He shuffles up when the room stops spinning. He can see Sapnap mouth “hello” to him, and Karl returns it with a soft “hi”.

Sapnap stares at him. “Can I touch you yet?” he asks. Karl nods eagerly, and in a smooth blink, he’s being pried from the couch, which now felt just as the mini-giant side often did, and pushed into Sapnap’s hands. He feels warmth he’s never felt before and sinks into skin he’d never been able to sit in. It’s a parallel of moments he’s seen with Quackity, and finally his mind isn’t waxed in jealousy.

As he stares at the now-giant, there is one thing on Karl’s mind, but he’s too anxious to ask.

But, being a tiny among a tiny must come with some intergalactic telekinetic ability, because Quackity is making a noise like he’s come up with a bright idea. Quackity’s small body, but now pleasantly equal in size to him, is struggling up the side of Sapnap’s hand after using what little wing strength he has. “Dude, you should store him! And me too, man!” Quackity bursts. Something in Sapnap’s eyes shifts, and he’s looking down at Karl. Karl returns the awkward gaze, but really he does want to feel what it’s like to be swallowed and stored, he’s craved it for months now.

The brunet gives the raven a look that lets him know that what their boyfriend is suggesting is not out of his comfort zone and the reality is that he’d prefer that be his use of this opportunity, and that the “special occasion” has just presented itself to them.

“Okay,” he says, still unsure. Karl grins, and so does the pushy avian. Sapnap nods to himself, then brings the hand housing the two closer to his mouth. Karl is entranced by how close Sapnap’s face is and how much detail he can detect. He’s washed with a warm gush of air, calming him in a way he didn’t know was possible. He’s felt relaxed breaths on the top of his head or his cheek before, but this coated his entire body.

Soon after, Sapnap’s lips and teeth part and Karl’s heart is racing, and he can’t help the smile creeping on his face and the eager-ness of his body. “Is this okay?” Sapnap asks, and Karl gives an instant reply. He pushes himself past Sapnap’s incisors and past his sharp, predatory teeth that don’t startle him in the slightest.

Quackity slides in too, just as quickly as he had. Impulsively, Karl is thinking in the future and is wondering what will happen when he is no longer tiny and is out of the remaining potion. Maybe he’ll grow jealousy that’s too strong to contain, but Quackity squeezing at his hand keeps his conscious in the frontmost of his brain and he doesn’t think too hard on the future, but instead embraces the dark, moist, humid, pleasant present. Sapnap’s tongue moves now that his mouth is shut. His heart flutters and his mind is satisfied.

The giant coats them gently—mainly to avoid harming Quackity’s wings and to not startle new-comer Karl—in a layer of saliva. The distasteful feeling doesn’t bother him in the slightest, he’s covered in Sapnap and he can fairly say that it’s better than anything his mind had ever tried to replicate.

And then gravity shifts and the two of them are brought to the back of Sapnap’s mouth and to the opening of his throat. Even in the dark, Karl can tell that Quackity wants to go down first, most likely because in reality, he’s just as eager for this as Karl is. But the avian squeezes his hand before he lets go, just in time for Sapnap to swallow. His heart pings and his stomach goes nearly to his heart at the quick fall, but it’s slowed as he’s pulled down the gullet. Time slows down. He can hear Sapnap’s entire body and it calms him so much that the pulsing walls around him that quickly pull him down into Sapnap’s storage feel just as okay. The fire-borns' organs churn, and he can hear the fast heartbeat that is so loud but so appealing that it nearly puts him to sleep. But he’s pushed into the small, but comfortably spacious storage before he can get too settled. It’s nice, it’s so relieving to finally find out what happens and why both Quackity and Sapnap enjoy it so much.

He can feel a wall of the storage push in and he settles against it contently, not even bothering to wait for Quackity. It’s him and Sapnap right now, and right now there’s something in his mind that isn’t telling him it’ll go away, but telling him that he should enjoy it.

And he will, because Sapnap checking on him every now and again and having yellow wings that feel phantom because of the void he and his boyfriend are in wrap around his body as they both enjoy something that Quackity openly admits felt lonely without Karl is something that the future couldn’t destroy.

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trentcrimminallybeautiful · 10 months

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☔️? i really love your work! (your trent is so dorky he's absolutely perfect)

thank you sm!!! i just. i just love him being a dork <33 he's so. 💗💞💖💗💓💞💞💗💖💖💗💞💖💞💞💗💖

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

okay i swear im not copying off of @sighonaraa here (hey !! 😘) bc my initial inspiration was poirot (silly mustache buddies!) not benoit blanc, although benoit blanc and sherlock holmes did cross my mind after i had the initial idea, but i have a fic i've rotated in my brain about like. amateur sleuth/gentleman detective/gumshoe ted au, with a tedependent angle.

i actually have a lot of interest in like. both mystery stories in general (amateur sleuth/gentleman detective versus private eye/noir detective is a good one! i have a very vague noir au too--and trent as a homme fatale, perhaps? inch resting) and in like. certain archetypes (gentleman thief, amateur sleuth, magical nanny, noir private eye, etc) and it's fun to see how ted would fit into them (magical nanny is weirdly fitting, the whole mary poppins/nanny mcphee--oh my god, "when you do not want me but need me, i must stay--when you want me but no longer need me, i must go" this is literally how ted thinks of his role with the teams he coaches isn't it. jesus christ. hang on a second i'm going to make that a Post.)

so like i have a lot of vague aus centered around these concepts: ted as a poirot/benoit blanc/sherlock type character, and trent potentially as his watson/hastings/etc, or the other way around possibly but less likely, and so on.

with the sleuth thing in particular, though, i just have a lot of feelings about how a good gentleman sleuth has to be like. kind, intelligent, underestimated, and non-judgemental. particularly that last one, i think, is a very important trait--because they go digging around in the domestic private lives of their suspects, and often uncover truths that are irrelevant to the crime at hand, but nonetheless have deeper life-changing implications. (a hidden relationship, a secret, a past indiscretion, whatever--i could genuinely write an essay aobut this but im trying to hold back here so i won't give specific examples) and in order to be kind, an amateur sleuth must know when to let things lie (in fact, a good sleuth will sometimes, if rarely, let the murderer go entirely, if it is needed, which generally, a cop in a cop show can never do), or when to be earnestly non-judgemental about it, you know? and i think all that suits ted to a "t". being curious, not judgemental. being kind and empathetic. i think trent would make a great partner in this as well because he very much cares about the truth, but ted helps him see when it's better to keep silent, because despite trent's determination (especially if he still starts off as a journalist with a Reputation) he does have a kind heart, and he isn't necessarily interested in causing pain. and he's very intelligent in his own right (although that's another thing, is that usually the watson/hastings is, while intelligent in their own way, an entirely different type of intelligence, while i believe trent would actually be pretty good at detecting, considering his skillset? so. hm.)

anyway i just have a lot of messy thoughts about this.

also see: i wrote like, one page of a selkie!trent au bc a single scene sprung into my brain fully formed and nothing else will cooperate now.

#wip #askbox #ty for the ask!!!!!!

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eros-vigilante · 11 months

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octopath stories favorite to least favorite? !! including both 1 & 2 if u want!!!

hey. hi. hwat's up. i'm the #1 apologist/defender of the ot1 stories so it's more like tiers than ranking OK. this includes my biases.

mild spoilers for ot1

tier 1: cyrus & therion this one is obvious. biggest parts i like are how strongly cyrus' story indirectly characterizes him through how he makes very scary situations feel lower stakes bc he doesn't treat them very heavily (even if he should) / and how well written i think therion's thought process + Brain Problems are. specifically in the area where his healing is not linear. in fact with how he acts in cotc (summarized as: about as "friendly" as his early ch3 but not as much as ch4) it makes me think the events in ravus manor was a big push back for him and it wasn't only wellspring that gave him a kind of relapse or obstacle...

tier 2: primrose, h'aanit, alfyn. primrose is carried by her backstory imo. disclaimer i hate her visual (outfit) design but this is stories. and it's soo cool that the game does not dance (eheh.) around her being a sex worker nor does it imply she hates it or was forced into it. she chose to work in sunshade knowing what she was getting into because she decided it was her best chance at getting the information she needed. the job itself is neutral to her and its helgenish that's negative. i love h'aanit's story so much because it puts such a focus on her love for her adoptive father. she's super nonchalant about every incredible thing she does in her journey because "master has done jobs like these all the time." until she gets to the monster her father hasn't killed and even then she's like OK i need to go reunite with my fath- i mean mentor now. alfyn's is really good in theming & using foil characters to the fullest with vanessa, miguel, and ogen. really good at the nuance of the medical field and such.

tier 3: tressa, ophilia, olberic. to me no tier is that far below the above one i love them all so so much. so instead of rehashing the usual criticisms i'm gunna keep saying what i like about em. tressa's is well-suited to the coming-of-age theme while still keeping her in the context and stakes of the world. i think putting her in a port town was a great way to have her already be very well-versed in how to handle herself and conflict. ophilia's makes sense in her being 'bland' or her early chapters being too calm because like. that's kinda how she's been her entire life after joining the church. i think people just ignore lianna's part of the story beyond [major spoiler ahead] her being morally grey/temporarily antagonist because their dynamic is incredibly important to the story. lianna was always the one participating more directly in the church, delivering the sermons, and she was the one who was supposed to do the kindling. its their fathers illness that forces ophilia into that role that wasn't 'suited' to her because shes 'just' adopted, 'just' an orphan, 'just' a nice girl. also lianna's half of the story is about how people get coerced into joining cults so i dislike when she's reduced to a villain for being actively and intentionally manipulated (one of my friends didn't know, but mattias poisoned their father. he killed him, specifically to have power over his daugher/s. lianna wasn't decidedly turning to him for answers, he was pulling her along.) OK. i will be the first to admit that olberic's story is super weirdly paced but its a fun story. it escalates a little bit each chapter and ends with finality and closure. also ERHARDT ! !!!!!!! ERHARDT ERHARDT IS IN THIS ONE. we love that guy. i love that guy. olberic loves that guy.

#rhinoyo #nbox #octopath #meows

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cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal · 8 months

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Can I have 3 for Mateo, 13 for Rashad, 16 for Cassian, and 34 for Remus, for the Sidestep questions ask game? 👀

Mateo: 3) What is their villain name? Why did they choose it?

This is the funniest question because I've been struggling with this question for ages now. Within the FHR games, up until I do his final run, his villain name has always been Nexus. The connection between two seemingly random events. But I could never figure out what his armor design was. And Teo needs A Brand. It's important to him.

For a while, he was sharing a name with his mob. The Syndicate. Primarily because I needed a shorthand and I don't like the mobs not having a coherent name. But I still can't theme a suit around that for the life of me. So, for the time being (and hopefully permanently), his villain name is Mycotic.

He chose it because it implies being a part of a bigger thing, but not necessarily being the leader of it. He is a mouthpiece of the Syndicate and regularly the hand of them, as well, but to outsiders, it obfuscates that he calls the shots. And it references his resilience. Try to kill him, and he will simply keep coming back, and he will spread further each time.

Rashad: 13) Do they want to be well-known, or do they prefer to remain obscure?

This is a weirdly tricky question because the answer is "yes?". They want their message to remain. They want their actions to resound through time, for those who think of committing atrocities and grinding others under their heels in the names of profits to think twice, to remember that someone will come for them.

But, at the same time, Rashad doesn't want to be remembered as themself. They don't want the light to shine on them, as it were. They can stay behind the curtain. Let Sidestep be a symbol of hope to those who have known. Let Heartbreak be an omen to those who would consume anything in their greed. And let Rashad be simply someone who survived. Someone who lived and loved and died.

Cassian: 16) What is their best virtue?

Cassian's best virtue, like in all my characters, is the other side of the coin of his biggest flaw. It's his passion. His love. His ability to carve a home in his heart for others when the mood strikes. He does truly, deeply care about his mob. He cared so very deeply for the Rangers back when he was Sidestep. He loves Daniel with such a passion - despite the other things that complicate his emotions there. He would burn bridges and start wars for those he loves.

Remus: 34) Are they nostalgic for their sidestep days or eager to move on?

Oh, that's a tricky question, too. I'm gonna say no, though there are aspects of it that he wishes he had back. He wishes he had that wide eyed naivete that is fostered in ignorance. He wishes the world felt new and wide and wondrous again. He wishes he could have joy in the simple pleasures again.

But, also, he doesn't miss those days. He's having too much fun. He's not held back anymore. There are no pesky morals or social rules that can string him up anymore. Remus knows what he wants and, regardless of what's best for the city, he's going to take it. Sidestep was a young fool who sacrificed his own happiness for the ingratitude of others. Kingmaker will not make those same mistakes.

Ask Me Sidestep-Specific Questions

#thanks for the questions #mateo de la cruz #rashad basri #cassian barrett #remus ramirez

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wilderebellion · 11 months

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Rewatching Seeds of Conflict

NOTE: I had this in my drafts still while Episode 3 released and I'm bolding some stuff that's REALLY RELEVANT

Deli's greatest weakness and boldest strength is his open heart.

Ariana's making good use of that right now, likely stringing him along for political information about the clans, and guiding him towards unifying the Meat Lands.

Probably to assist Foccacia's political plans based on that insight check? I can't imagine Ariana actually cares about the people of the Meat Lands. One leader to target instead of three, maybe?

I wonder if the Katzens fall out of leadership because Deli realizes he was used, or if it has anything to do with the possible Bulbian agenda. We know Basha Myaso ends up leading and claims to be of the faith.

I know there was a whoopsy with Ariana and Angela, but now my confusion is this: who is the intended one that Matt wants to call "matronly"? Is the age difference why Deli and Ariana are secret, or is it possible conflict of interest because of their political positions?

Also, I can't imagine Amangeaux having been to the Ceresian Senate in Deli's youth is a coincidence. The only context we have around that event, though: it was before Deli's bread mama died, and shortly after Amangeaux's marriage. If the FDA designs events to happen.... I wonder if one or both of them fell under their purview.

The Packages

Colin's package: already in his room on the bed

Karna's: dropped nearby her (while still in disguise?) by someone who tripped, then seemingly ran away

Delissandro's: Left at his bedroom door

Amangeux's: Left at the foot of her bed within her large, queenly suite

Raphaniel's: package on the windowsill within his modest but Bulbian-adorned bedroom

Karna finds "a wrinkled four-inch carrot wrapped in a band of corn silk silver. Not a carrot on its own, for you now make out the knuckles that bend ever so slightly across this withered finger, the ring adorning it displaying a simple stylized kernel, the brand of Ja Cru Dites. The finger of Ja Cru Dites."

Delissandro: "a small box that contains a strange garment. A soft, verdant dress. A negligee of smooth wheat weave trimmed in lace. And as you unfold, a strong perfume fills the air like a sweet caramel and oats. Perfume you smelled not but earlier this afternoon. It has accompanied every letter that Ariana has sent you. It suffuses the pasta twists that fall from her head to her lower back, her teasing notes and promises of grand partnership, should you be a good, ambitious boy in your mind."

It's weirdly intimate that they nabbed some of Ariana's lingerie when she hasn't slept with Deli yet. So is she banging someone else on the side, or is she like, in on this whole thing? Did she recommend/recruit Deli specifically?

Karna observes the cloak has deep brown and gray patchwork texture to it, elements having almost a yellowish-tan coloration as well, like a calico. On the face, a reflective mask possibly made of some sort of odd vegetable iron that has been rusted to the point where there's kind of a deep brownish-red coloration to it.

5, 10, 15 figures in dark browns, also dull tans and golds and grays and blacks. These calico cloaks and robes, these strange shiny masks on their faces."

The Architects

Some of their spiel reminds me of that other group of Bulbians that were mentioned but I don't THIIINK we ever saw them on-screen in A Crown of Candy? Sanctis Putris?

"Shadow of destruction looms over all of the six kingdoms.."

"our forefathers united under a common cause"

"we deign the necessary conflicts that serve our cause and engineer their doing."

"As Architects, we seek no prestige. We seek no gilded praise, coin, or glory."

"Away from the true terrors and threats that most do but choose not to see, and build a bright, sustainable future."

Interesting... Deli described himself as an architect earlier to Ariana

#the ravening war #trw spoilers #dimension 20

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