#<- guy who merged layers too early

[exagides]

take a look at this cute little wik I drew on my lunch

#🗡 — wikstrom #🛡 art #SLOWLY getting better at figuring him out #If you could see the mess of sketches on my tablet... #Don't mind the messy coloring on some bits I don't wanna go back and fix it #<- guy who merged layers too early

[neptune-midheaven]

💓 Astro Notes PT 3 ! 💓

+I’m definitelyy gonna do sign posts soon, like houses, planets, asteroids, and all, it’s all gonna have a theme to each topic yada yada yadaa, so look outtt+

>A bit of a long post here so have fun scrolling through it hehe :))

*All aries risings have sign/house synchronization because the house order doesn’t move or if it does move at all it hardly does, only shifting by a sign or two depending on how late the ascendant degree is, this is notorious of aries’ independence streak by wanting each sign to be in their native houses, to feel its house’s full power, aries rules 1st the house of identity so there’s the more symbolic way for this occurring. It’s pure energy here.

*Venus-saturn, especially conjunction, definitely carry a big daddy vibe. It’s more prominent if the two are placed in the angular houses.

*Taurus and libra are both rules by venus, but these energies are distributed between the two signs in different ways. A basic way to differ the two energy wise is taurus is the “masculine” side of venus, libra is far more “feminine”. Both are delicate but in different ways taurus is “heavier”, for it being an earth sign, contrasted with the airy and flighty libra.

*Libra sun is in fall in astrology, the fall meaning the behavior of the sign contradicts the traditional role of the planet, the role of the sun is to stand out from everyone else, its your radiance, what makes you special, it’s your ego and what you take pride in. But libra wants to be relatable to everyone, to NOT stand out, merge and meet and balance !! This is the opposite of aries, aries is independent, “what makes ME independent, me me me !!”, explaining its exaltation when the sun enters this sign, it’s not absolutely the same as leo sun or the suns energy overall but it’s a close fit, almost... perfect, that’s what the exaltation means represents here. Libra is focused on everyone else around them, everyone other than themselves, the people around them and how they can compromise to fit everyone’s needs. I mentioned before they don’t like to stand out, this is excluding fire placements in a libras chart which will create a person who relates well to others but still demands to stand out in whatever planet is in a fire sign.

*Whatever house leo is ruling is wherever your rising sign’s ego is being expressed in, ex: leo in 11th expresses their ego, creativity with friends, causes. This area of life is where you’ll likely take most pride in, excluding the suns placement in the chart.

*Neptune in 7th can attract a lot of partners in need of healing or help. This person is very healing and guiding in relationships, maybe they could even make a good guidance counselor, but I’m not so sure astrologically because I haven’t looked into it entirely, let me know if this is true.

*Neptune in 2nd is the type of person to browse a shop, find whatever they like but never end up buying it, they change their minds about it by putting it back right before they leave. They could’ve been talking about hooow much they want to get whatever they’re holding onto over and over again but never buy the thinggg.

*Aries mercury were always told to lower their voice or be quiet as kids I swear.

*Uranus in 12th feels they should hide their brilliance, these are veryy creative people they just keep it a secret.

*12th house feels like a never ending game of hide and seek, you find the planet sometimes but you’re always in a never ending loop, always searching for it.

*The moon in astrology, when looking into the mother, who’s ruled by the moon in astrology, describes your relationship with her, what she’s like, how she raised you etc...

*Ex: taurus moons, your mother gave you many gifts, she adored youu as taurus is ruled venus which rules gifts and appreciation, she was also very relaxed in your childhood, she still is now. This relationship is a very calm, steady one, moon is exalted in taurus meaning the role of the moon is comfortable in relaxed and comfy taurus.

*Ex: a moon in 8th, the house of intense and psychic scorpio, could have a psychic or even telepathic bond to the mother, this is a very strong connection overall and depending on its sign and aspects is where you’ll find the specifics of the relationship from, the details, how the relationship is flavored.

*Sun in 12th indicates an absent father figure. This placement is difficult, i’m so sorry if you have it because you can never feel like you can be yourself, it’s hidden from you. With any other placement in astrology, there’s a gorgeous, forgiving upside to it, you’re very healing and understanding of others, an empath or at least someone who sucks in the negative vibes out the environment, it can get quite exhausting !! so always need to seclude yourself now and then, you’re very loyal and caring of your loved ones, people love you for your sensitivity and empathy as this placement also makes you an old soul, someone overflowing with wisdom others rely on.

*5th house shows you what your child will be like, what traits they embody, what they will do and even how they act.

*Capricorn risings look elvish, they have high cheekbones a lot like a LOTR character and elvish, chiseled ears. It’s not OUT there but it’s subtle.

*Chiron in 9th has experienced religious trauma.

*A lot of 12th or 8th house placements carry a lot of karma.

*Mercury-pluto (especially negative) can become inconsiderate in arguments, they bring up a ton of shit to use against you, only as long as they can win.

*Scorpio suns are far more optimistic and light hearted than the moon sign.

*Mercury-ascendant aspects can make even an introverted rising sign more out-going, open, talkative (not that introverted risings can’t be talkative this is just what comes with this placement).

*You may be good at something without realizing it, take a peak at your 12th house or quintiles !! For quintiles, look up the trine form of whatever two planets are aspected for the general description since there’s not too much to find online sadly. 12th house is something you don’t really know or realize you’re good at, especially early in life, the secret talent pertaining to whichever sign or planet are ruling/in this house.

*Leo venus take pride in their loverss like damnnnn they literally treat their partners as royalty, king and queen, kissing the ground they walk on and everything, they’re so devoted in love, it’s adorable !! <33

*Pisces and leo moons, THE dreamiest, most romantic moon sign pairr, it’s well known pisces is the hopeless romantic of the zodiac, however to bring up the flamboyant, dramatic leo moon when describing a dreamy romantic you wonder, really ?? Yes this is extremely true ! Both signs, pisces and leo, are fairly alike, almost alike in fact, considering they both create a inconjunction in the natal chart, two signs who share some similarities while still contradicting one another in ways they express these similarities, both pisces and leo are creative, talented, have a love for the arts, film, music, loyal as friends and love to care for others, both are insanely idealistic. Leo rules the child remember !! so they’re a childlike sign with young idealism, an idealistic moon sign here. Both leo and pisces moons are children at heart, they’re so gooey and sweet.

*Sun in 10th can get any job they apply for, they could even be terrible at that job they want, the one they want to try out for, they would even have a breakdown over how terrible they were in an interview but still get the job like HOWW- WITCHCRAFTT.

*Aquarius mercuries were known as the smartest kid in class, the einstein’s of the class, everyone asked for their answers for the homework, they just carry this flair of intellectual superiority just like the sun sign haha.

*Your 12th house is what you unconsciously give off the vibe of, your ascendant and midheaven are noticeable layers, different types of layers of you !!but the subtle layers of the 12th house, sign or planet, can always be sensed unconsciously, 12th house energies are at a higher octave, a higher vibration than the other houses, even 11th, you can notice a person’s subtle 12th house energy but they’re still completely unaware of it as it’s ! hidden ! from them.

*Aquarius venus, and really all air venuses in general, are soo stereotyped UGHH, what I mean by stereotyped is the descriptions of each of these venus signs is literally like the same shit over and overrr again, they all get terrible reps in the astro community it seems almost close minded because it’s also such a hugee generalization. It’s only about how the air venus energy is used, manifested in the person, if its underdeveloped or not. If it’s underdeveloped it’s going to be chaotically afloat from material love affairs, which earth venuses don’ttt like, water too, fire can handle the floaty-ness but if the passion’s not there- BYE !! If you develop an air venus well enough, you can balance the material and intellectual realms in your relationships, this is kinda natural for earth heavy charts with one the air signs here, however fire or even more air could become a little tricky to ground yourself in relationships. Just let your partners know you deserve your space because you guys can really run out of mental power after a while, so it’s necessary for you to recharge !! just don’t ghost people completely when you do, it’s where this immortal stereotype comes from.

*Saturn dominant people are flawless beings.

*Saturn in 3rd, YOU GUYS ARE SOOOSOO SOOO SMART AHH. Their minds are always running at a fast pace like literal lightning, or they become too overwhelming (not in a bad sense ofcc, it’s just how it is) that the person’s speech rhythm is kinda forgotten about in a way, it feels like that their mouths aren’t always running in sync. The thought they’re going to express into words should come out but it’s so quick or even “heavy” it jumbles up a sentence or it causes the person to mix up a word or two. Their minds are fast fast fastt but they feel like their mouths are running in literal slow motion. There’s nothing wrong with this, this placement makes amazingly smart peoplee. Just relax, try letting yourself go in conversation, let all that big, brain energy freee !!

*Alsoo, as singers they would and definitely ALWAYSS get their notes right, they have actual PERFECT voices, they really should become writers or, like I said, singing would be perfect for them because they would never mess up lmaoo.

*Libra, computerized concern and sympathy...

*Pluto in 8th feel unbeatable, indestructible almost, they have above average regenerative abilities, they have the best survival tactics but they keep it a secret, it’s 8th house we’re talking about.

*Whatever saturn is in is the area where you’ll become flawless in, you’ll master that area throughout your life with time.

*There is a guiding planet in astrology, the planet that is closest behind the sun, it’s considered your “second” chart ruler, or basically has the energy of it because you can probably relate to it being one of the most prominent energies in your chart.

*Sagittarius//9th house mercury is soooo blunt, so blunt. Wait did I mention they’re SOOO SO BLUNT.

*Moon in 5th need to perform, they love to get out on stage and perform with their entire hearts, they’ll do amazing in the performing arts, theatre, and honestly they probably already aree. These people are so playful and generally so fun to be around, they’re natural hypemen as well !!

*Taurus venus love to be appreciated by their partners, the gifts, the kisses, the food and allll.

*Neptune in 3rd feel everything in their environment, they can sift through the energies and vibes, it’s second nature, no not second nature, FIRST nature, they’re one with everything around them. Their minds are like a hazy, cloudy ocean containing every drop, every thought of a place, a person.

*Moon in 11th, and 10th too, have a special ability to understand and sympathize with the public, they always know what the public wants and even how to give it to them. This can easily get them famous since they’re extremely understanding people, especially if moon is healthy in the chart.

*Someone with a lot of capricorn/10th house or aquarius/11th house energy is very extroverted, they enjoy socializing with others but suffer from social burn outs often, they often need to recharge.

*Scorpio risings have intense voices, like their tone radiates throughout your head and it can feel intense overall, even when they’re speaking casually. The specific flavor or tone doesn’t matter but how it sounds overall is piercing.

*In astrology, libra rising starts the house cusps with each houses sister signs ruling each cusps ex: pisces rules 6th house, the house of virgo in astrology. Symbolically, libra wants to balance out the houses by blending the energies with the sister signs together, by with what is (house number) and how it’s done (sign on each house cusp), for balanceee !!

*Moon conjunction uranus TRANSITSS can cause literal earthquakes on earth, shocking news or something shocking or groundbreaking will happen that day either around the world and in personal, daily life. Ex: this transit happened on halloween during the blue moon, so basically no one ever trick or treats in my neighborhood, like barely anyone comes out i mean, it’s always 5 houses apart where people typically hand out candy, some people are just hanging out, we always run out of houses to go to since it’s not very active, but this year EVERYONE was out trick or treating it was so crazy to see so many people out, it was quite literally shocking because that actually never happens also there’s a whole pandemic going on too lmaooo.

#astrologyobservations #astro notes #astrology

[immaculatetfs]

Hey! I have a story idea. What if a group of bros decide to go cow tipping on a farm and the farmer is a wizard. He stops them and attaches cow bells to their necks slowly transforming them into cows. Their utters produce muscle milk which he sells in stores.

Can do (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

                                                     Muscle milk

*Animal TF*

Jaques Caleb and Chad had been best friends since starting school together. All three had been quick to meet on the football field, their loud, immature humour making the trio thick as thieves, all the while making the rest of their classmates dismiss them as egg-headed and obnoxious, stereotypical jocks. This bond between these three only strengthened as they grew into their late teens.They spent most of their time together either working out, playing football or partying. There was a rumour that back in the 50’s there had been a tradition for highschool leavers to go cow tipping on their last day, a practice that had been outlawed after perpetrators had mysteriously disappeared. Perhaps it was this that gave Caleb the notion at the school ball afterparty.

“YOOOOO BROOOO We should go cow tipping Broo” he slured

“What? Nah bro well miss the party” replied Chad as he made out with his girlfriend

“WeRe gOnnA MIss ThE pArTY, nah man. It's gonna be a RIOT. Don't you wanna uphold the Greenfield tradition?” Mocked Caleb

“Nah man, come with us , it's gonna be HILARIOUS” Jaques chimed in

“Ugh you guys are such idiots. Seeya babe” Chad gave his girlfriend one last long kiss and the trio left the party’s smell of deodorant and booming music, their heads swimming  with fireball and beer and mouths chuckling as Caleb made ribald remarks of what they would do to the unsuspecting cows.

They chose a field that was about 20 minutes away from their school that just scraped the outskirts of town. They believed that nobody would be looking out as the last caught tipping was ages ago, but still wanted a quick escape. 

After climbing over the wire fence, the three made their way up a hill to the nearest heftier, a large cow with swollen udders and belly, likely late in the stages of pregnancy. 

“Nah guys we shouldn't do this, it's wrong” said Chad, having sobered up on his walk there, but both of his mates ignored him entirely as they usually did. The two snuck up to the side of the slumbering animal, creeping up until they had hands right against her hide. 

Caleb looked left to Jaques, who gave him a stupid grin.

“One……..”

Twooooooooooo”

“STOP” a deep, mature voice commanded. They  froze. Behind them a man had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere

“What are y’all doing on my property this time’a night” he said in a thick southern drawl

“You kids doin’ some cow tipping?”

They were unable to move, each standing like statues in the cold, night air.

“My bad, y'all can move now” he waved his hand

Suddenly they could breathe again

“Sir, We didn't do anything!” pleaded Jaques

“Yeah sir! Nothing!” Caleb paroted 

The stranger sighed. Well I ca……..

“Well do anything, just don't call the cops on us! I have a scholarship and iy that happens...!” Caleb cried out, interupting

For a moment there Caleb thought he saw a sinister sparkle in the strangers eye, but it  was gone as fast as it had appeared, if it was ever there at all

“Well i've been needing work done round here recently, how's that sound?”

The sobered younger men agreed, reasoning  it was better shovel some hay than get caught breaking the law.

“Great, Follow me” 

He led the group to a large shed, heavy with the pungent smell of animals. They could hear cows mooing

I’ll need y’all to stick these round yer necks” the farmer pointed to three huge, steel cowbells, attached to leather harnesses that laying together on the barn floor.

“What?” exclaimed Caleb

“Put it on or do I need to tell the cops what I saw tonight?” the man said darkly

Begrudgingly, the three men lifted up the heavy metal bells and clasped them around their necks, struggling with the weight. 

“Don't we need better fitting ones? This is almost down to my belly button, and it's so heavy as shit!” complained Jaques

“Oh that's gonna right itself now don't you worry kid” the man clicked his fingers and all three of the jocks began to feel queasy. “Now y’all will stay here now wont you? I need to go get some things.” The man walked out of the barn, followed by an *click* as the door was locked.

The three jocks looked at each other, a mixture of fear and confusion on each of their faces. 

Suddenly, Caleb moaned.

“Oh guys, I feel really fucking weird” he said. He felt his balls tight against the fabric of his underpants, and when he looked down he could swear his bulge was bigger

“Guys, what’s happening?” His bulge was definitely getting bigger

“I don't know, but it's happening to me as well!” Jaques stared in horror as his sack grew with exponential speed until became so large it was visible against his baggy workout shorts 

“Ohhhh” moaned Caleb as his jeans tore apart with a RIIIP and his engorged sack spilled out, exposing himself for all his bros to see. 

Bonus pic

“What the fuck is that!” he exclaimed “It looks like a, a …”

“An udder”

Behind them, the farmer had returned with two buckets in hand. He was grinning

“The fuck is happening? I thought we were just gonna shovel some shit and be done?” the panic was clear in Caleb’s voice

“Never said nothing ‘bout that, told y’all that I needed work done. I ain't had no new muscle milk cows for a while, bout time I got myself a breeding pair or two” he smirked at the terrified jocks

“Speaking of” he looked over at Chad, who was growing a bulge of an entirely different sort than Caleb and Jaques. While their balls swelled to inhuman size, his member was growing longer and longer while his balls dropped lower and lower. His dick’s tip thinned, losing its mushroom-shape and becoming slender and pointed. Chad stared at his new member in horror, “I'm becoming a Bull” 

“There's a smart kid! and what are thems bout to be?”

“C..Cows''

The stranger walked over to Caleb, grabbed his member and gave it a firm tug. Orgasmic pleasure rolled over Caleb as thick musky cum squirted out his erect cock from his full sack, causing him to moan

“Hear that? yer gonna be a cow. Looks like you two are coming along nicely, rest of yer new nipples should be coming bout now”

And so they did, pushing out of the two jocks swollen new udders emerged round fleshy nipples, each was a size and thickness that made indistinguishable from what had been their loved cocks.

With the udders fully formed, the farmer tugged the two shell shocked jocks over buckets, his skilled hands milking them simultaneously. At first, hot jets of thick white pungent cum squirted out of their udders, but as the rhythmic tugging and squeezing and massaging continued, the content of these spurts became thinner and turned pink until what they excreted was entirely warm, creamy, muscle milk. The farmer dipped his finger into the liquid for a taste. Satisfied,  he then took the entire bucket and chugged, with each gulp his already toned frame grew harder and harder, his muscles expanding. “ ahh always best fresh.” he exclaimed, wiping his mouth of the warm, rich, creamy substance. 

the already muscular jocks began to bulk as well, though not solely with muscle. Their stomachs, pecs and asses swelled bulbously with muscle that was then smothered with a thick layer of wobbling fat. This expansion left the clothes of the men as little more than rags. Their fingers merged together, nails thickening and darkening as their thumbs sunk into their hands, all the while the same was happening to their feet concealed by their worn sneakers. Soon in place of hands and feet, the jocks had hooves 

As his body bulked up further, Caleb’s centre of gravity began to change. For a precious few seconds he wobbled and flailed, until ungraceful falling onto all fours. Try as he might, he would never again stand up. Jaques had better luck, keeping balance until he felt a harsh shove on his thick muscle ass and he too fell on his new hooves, humiliated.

Chad’s bull cock had been hard and throbbing all the while watching this, pumping him to the brim with raging bull hormones. He was overcome by the tide of  testosterone, surrendering to base animal instinct. Nothing mattered save eating sleeping and fucking. Gone was all of his higher brain functions His body expanded thicker and thicker as he grew to a size that put his two  bros to shame. From his head he felt a splitting pain as horns flushed out through his skin. No longer capable of speech, he roared in pain, a sound that deepened as it went on, becoming entirely animal as his vocal chords rearranged. He fell onto all fours, his feet and hands having been replaced with hooves and raw muscle.

As all three stood on all fours, the transformation accelerated. They felt as their organs rearranged in their massive bellies, their stomach splitting into five chambers as to better digest huge amounts of food. They lost control of their bowles, leaving piles of filth behind the widened holes. The taints of Jaques and Caleb sucked into their bodies, changing into the fertile wombs of muscle milk cows. The pheromones that they released drove the new bull into a frenzy and he mounted Caleb, who had only moments before been his best bro.

“I’ll leave you three too it, see ya tomorrow bright an early for milking” the farmer left the barn, not even bothering to even close the door. 

The skin of the young men began changing, it hardened, thickening into a rough and thick hide as short, pink hair sprouted across it. The last thing to change was their heads, noses moistened, becoming wide flat across their faces, eyelashes grew and hair fell from their heads. The men’s ears elongated into cow ears, being covered with the same hair that was now thick across their bodies. Their mouths pushed out, becoming snouts as their screams of lust as they mated lowered to base, animalistic grunts, moans then finally moo’s. Finally, Jaques and Caleb began to lose their minds, Chad having already succumbed to his base animal lust. Memories of being human disappeared from them, lives at school and at home, their crushes, their best and worst games everything was replaced with memories of gorging on grass, being milked (or mounting) and restfully sleeping in the barn. 

Despite this, there is evidently still present a bond between the three .The two new cows are inseparable. The same might be said of our new bull, though his mind would treat anything with a hole as an intimate friend

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#animal tf #animal transformation #cow tf #feral tf

[bigskydreaming]

@hood-ex

Okay but re: the subject of wingfic.....picture this....His Dark Materials style AU where instead of kids having daemons who shapeshift until they settle, kids have wings that are constantly shifting and trying out new forms until they settle.

And maybe Dick’s generation is the first one to have this.....like, the DC multiverse is constantly having these universe-altering Crises, that are all metaphysical and unleash and reshape cosmic and universal creation energies....and early in Dick’s tenure as Robin, let’s say the DC multiverse undergoes a Crisis whose resolution has an unexpected side-effect.....at that point forward, teens begin manifesting their like, soul or whatever, in physical or metaphysical form, in the shape of wings.

They first pop up around when kids start entering puberty, and tend to settle around them kinda ‘finding themselves’ as adults....and we’re not talking just bird-type wings. Wings of any kind, any shape, any material. They’re described as ‘metanatomy’ not in the sense of metas having altered anatomy but more in the sense of how metaphysical relates to physical.....these wings don’t have to prescribe to any biological or anatomical rules because they’re not biological in nature. Kory’s people describe the wings as a child’s ‘over-soul’ - a manifestation of their fundamental, individualized essence that’s overlaid on top of their physical self.

So, many wings are bird-like in nature, physically capable of being touched, damaged, healed, etc....but just as many are batlike or dragon-like, they can be just wing-shaped and made of fire, they can be mechanical appearing or insectoid or pretty much anything. There was a period when Dick was around fourteen when his wings were just wispy wing-shaped stormclouds behind him, lightning constantly flickering up and down their lengths as though it were the wings’ veins.....another period where they were just giant sweeping shadows behind him that he could nevertheless fly with, and while he was Robin, they most consistently manifested as bright, gleaming swaths of luminescence that glowed as though they constantly had spotlights trained on them. 

(Which had Bruce paranoid it would just make Dick an easy target, until they realized that a ‘side-effect’ of Dick’s wings when they looked like this was instead of making it easier for the bad guys to train their weapons on him, even the most hardened villains would find themselves hesitating to pull the trigger. Some kind of pulsating, emotion-laced effect of those wings drawing their attention was it was more like moths drawn to a flame....they were so busy being momentarily entranced or hypnotized by the spectacle of them that they were usually a second too late in actually firing....by which time Dick was in a position to strike them first. Well, at least that’s how it went until the Joker managed a lucky shot anyway. But then, when isn’t that asshole an exception to the rules?)

Some wings had little quirks or fringe effects that went with them taking on a certain form or appearance....though those didn’t tend to stick around when the wings shifted to a different appearance, unless a person’s wings settled in the shape a particular fringe effect was associated with. Like when Roy hit adulthood, his wings settled in the appearance of bright red feathered wings with black accents......his wings are fairly small and not suited for long range flight, or even flight in general, as they tend to be more useful in helping him glide in short, quick spurts. But they also come with a perk unique to him....when Roy uses his own feathers to fletch his arrows, those arrows never ever miss. 

In adulthood, Donna’s wings settle as giant bird-like wings, all black feathers with silver specks of stars scattered all across them, same as her Troia costume. They’re like patches of night sky sliced straight out of the heavens, and when Donna’s in costume she’s impossible to see cutting through the dark. Her huge sweeping wings would cast an easily noticed shadow over the ground if not for the silver specks dotting her feathers, but thanks to those, by the time she’s close enough for you to make out her features, distinct from the night sky, its far too late to do anything but go oh fuck.

Wally’s wings are more of a presence than a visual. Hummingbird type things that match his speed but never manage his stillness. Beating at the air a furious several hundred wingflaps per second, so even when he’s standing still he’s far from motionless....the air around him thrumming with movement, humming with vibrations that make it look like he’s constantly surrounded by shimmering ribbons of heat baking off an asphalt pavement. And again, that’s when he’s just standing still. When he actually gets agitated, they hit the air like a thunderclap. Sparks shooting up from the points of contact as the friction of them is so fast and furious it ionizes the atmosphere around him all on its own.

Garth’s can be a bit unwieldy when on the surface, but in the water they make him glide faster and smoother than any Atlantean before him. Stretching out from torso to underarms like the wings of a manta ray, they’re black and gray and streaked with purple like his eyes and the tattoo around it, just inverted. The material of them thick and coarse enough that when he flings his arms out or wrapped around himself just so, the folds of his wings draped around him create a dense barrier capable of shrugging off any number of projectile impacts.

Vic’s are mechanical marvels, smooth and sleek metallic expanses that aren’t dissimilar to Marvel’s Archangel, but where Warren’s feathers are knife-like flechettes, Vic’s host a variety of sensory arrays and feed him all sorts of data. Gar’s never fully settle....they shift as often as he does, sometimes vast and feathered, sometimes batlike and leathery....always green though, and always there no matter what animal he shifts into. He’s never a snake so much as a feathered serpent, a pegasus instead of a horse, a manticore instead of a mere lion, and well, you haven’t lived until you’ve seen Beast Boy take to the streets of Manhattan as a T-Rex with giant pterodactyl wings. Why his wings never fully settle could be due to his shape-shifting or it could just be in his nature.....Gar’s the original Lost Boy who’ll never FULLY grow up.

Raven’s are purple and black on the outside but bone-white on the inside.....like her empathy, they cut both ways. When she pulls her wings tight around her and someone else like a protective shroud, they can shield her and those in her care from prying eyes and scrying magic....when she throws them wide and strikes out with them at enemies on either side, the touch of her feathers is like feeling the cold of the grave. Kory’s are a deeper, royal purple juxtaposed beside Raven’s shadowed inky violets.....but rather than feathered, Kory’s are tall and draconian, imperious and imposing canvases adorned with swirls of red and green like nebulas painted across a cosmic backdrop. Curling emerald flames lick around the edges of them just like her starfire sometimes dances through her hair.....even when ‘ablaze’ her wings are cool to the touch if she invites you to touch them, but touch them uninvited and you’re going to get burned. Badly.

Lilith’s are four enormous feathered wings of green and gold and black spread behind her like the many layered wings of a seraph. They’re decorated in various places with dark concentric circles like those found on peacock feathers....until those circles flare and open wide and you realize you’re staring at dozens of eyes that are all looking back at you.....each a window to your own soul, freezing you in place with a glimpse of your own darkest secrets or possible destiny.

Joey’s are many-hued mosaics, like wings made of stained-glass windows. Hazy and indistinct shafts of rainbow light slanting through his varied ‘feathers’ when he spreads his wings in the air behind him.....like viewing screens or windows they show glimpses, afterimages of everyone he’s ever joined his soul to when riding shotgun in their bodies.....making them forever a part of him, a link he can tap into at will and rendering his power less about possession and more about connection, a forever-door that lets him merge with one of his previously tethered-to teammates, no matter where they are in relation to him. But with the slight change that now what he makes up for in range, he loses in stealth, as his wings show up behind the body of his ‘host’ for as long as he remains merged with them.

And Dick’s wings finally settle in adulthood to sweeping feathered wings of blue and indigo banded with gold.....but where his presence is less attention-commanding than in his younger years, his impact is definitely felt. As his settled wings act as an epicenter for a kind of gravitational bubble around him that’s keyed to his mood.....when he’s lighthearted and in high spirits, everyone around him feels a little bit lighter, purely in a physical sense, gravity within his sphere of influence being a little less heavy, leaving his friends and teammates a little lighter on their feet, quicker in their reactions, etc, etc. When he’s feeling heavy though, his immediate environs feel it with him - though that’s not always the worst result when surrounded by enemies he’s better off having feel overburdened, weighed down, like they’re struggling to get to their feet and the air itself is sitting a little heavier in their lungs every time they take a breath.

[flock-of-feral-plague-doctors]

An Introduction

Hello, good evening and all those lovely other greetings. We are the Flock of Stardust. We are a hybrid OSDD-1b system with 100+ active members.

We're a mixed origin [adaptive/spiritual] system who supports endogenic systems. If you're hostile towards endos, this blog isn't for you and you will be blocked.

Do not call us alters.

Current system hosts listed below.

Cecil [He/They/Void]: Hosts the moon layer of Radio Static, currently considered the primary system host. Spooky guy extraordinaire. Permanently frontstuck.

Kevin [He/It/Eld]: Hosts the sun layer of Radio Static, as well as being a secondary system host and protector. Several guys in a trench coat. Made up of three known fragments that call themselves the Triptych.

Jack [Any pronouns except she]: Core of the Fractal Engine subsystem. Made the mistake of trying to separate from source after a fandom controversy and accidentally subsystemed themself. Probably part Phoenix. If you know his source character, don't give him shit about it.

Clef [He/It]: Host of the A Major Chord. Protector/Caretaker. The only one in the system immune to our collective nonsense. Usually fronts with Ukulele or Tenor.

Posts tagged with "[member name] stardust" are either posts that member made or reblogs we associate with that member.

Anything else important will be under the cut, including a couple notes from specific birbs. At some point, we're planning on moving most of this info to a Carrd.

Sideblogs

@voiceless-host Fictive blog run by Cecil. Carlos and Steve post occasionally post there too.

@itsalwayssunnyindesertbluffs Fictive blog run by Kevin and Kasper. Please heed the trigger warnings in the blog bio.

@amemorylongthoughtforgotten Angelcore blog run by our resident flight of angels.

@the-eternity-garden Pokemon blog run by our sidesystem, the Eternity Garden. It's mostly Eos and Giratina that post there.

@echoes-of-stardust - Space blog run by Eclipse, Rigel and Solace

@two-and-a-half-anomalies - SCP fictive blog. We reblog stuff for all of our SCP fictives, but it's mostly Solaire, Jack and Clef running the show.

@evergreen-cryptids - Blog for cryptid and foresty aesthetics run by Cedar and Frank

We're a monoconscious system with a sentient collective consciousness. It used to go by Stardust, but its status is a little more nebulous since it merged with Erika.

My early posts are signed with the name Raphael, as I changed my name at some point -Xariphail

If anyone likes the Pokemon sprite recolors I've done and would like to request one, our ask box is always open. Most of the sprites I use are from gen 5, but I do have sprites from earlier generations if anyone is into that, and I can do Pokemon from gen 6 and later as well. Most of the current sprite edits are tagged with smearglesplatter -Aiden

We have worldbuilding about the universe that our inner world is based on. Link to the masterpost can be found here

#intro #pokemon #pokemon sprite #system #introject #fictive #plural #plurality

[b0rista]

— ❝︎ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍! 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐔. ·˚ ༘

♡︎ : the atmosphere i'm going for is frustratingly difficult to describe djjfjg the word "somber" doesn't really do it for me, but it's pretty much these emojis 🌑🌨🎞💸🚬⛓🔭

lowkey just wanted to put this trio & y/n (aka the loml) in a really dark, gloomy, modern metropolis type of place full of cold weather, inner monologues, and cigarettes JFKGK

ALSO my insp was the reiner + annie fanart in the center of the divider i made!! i really wish i knew the artist, but i couldn't find them :(( definitely NOT taking credit, it isn't my art whatsoever. but LOOK AT THEM UGH THE AESTHETIC

to balance things out, i wrote the reader as female! && characters are aged up to their early twenties.

the bunch of you met through your college courses— of course, the three of them had known one another since childhood, but you managed to weasel your way into their close-knit friend group. ever since then, you all share the melancholy city life.

during your guys' campus days, reiner worked for his master's in kinesiology. it isn't that big of a shocker that he aimed for something that pertained to his bulkier build,, mans grows up to be an absolute unit, lmao. wanting to maintain an above average salary, he used his education to earn himself a place in the certified training department. currently, he's a personal trainer of many clients, all of which he does his best to maintain.

bertholdt majored in philosophy, and worked toward his master's degree. with his intelligence, he got it. while all three of you (reiner especially), urged him to pursue non-profit professionalism, praising his skill and all around ability to do so, he lacked the confidence to push for it, and ended up going down another path. currently, he's sticking to the safe road, aiming to become a professor in the very course he excelled in. he's yet to get there, though— right now, he's a professor's assistant. it's less tiring, at least. still, he was capable of becoming something better.

as for annie, she majored in political science. unlike the other two, she worked to obtain a bachelor's degree. with that being said, she attended college for a little longer. eventually, she got her degree, and while she was a little lost after graduation, she made her way into the policy analyst game. she had the writing skills, sOmewhat of the drive, and while she's the youngest worker in her office, she's also the brightest. they're all also terrified of her, she speaks .6 words a day.

of course, what you did is entirely up to you! if you took two or three years to get your degree, you likely graduated alongside the boys. if it took longer, no worries, annie's degree took quite a bit.

now, the four of you are living in the same city, and you're all experiencing that said city's constant mournful, dingy atmosphere. the aesthetic is calming, actually; the weather is never nice, it's a rarity that you ever get an actual glimpse of the sun. no matter the season, so long as it isn't summertime, layers are a must. rainfall is a weekly occurrence, as well as the occasional thunderstorm. the merged stench of coffee grounds and burnt oil linger within the streets of the city, simply adding to the melancholy. basically, the general scenery is dark, cold, wet, and quiet. it's a gloomy place,, definitely comparable to forks, washington, but more of a metropolis than a town.

even with all of that being said, you and your friends have a good time. honestly, if you didn't all have eachother, you'd all probably go mental.

while reiner and bertholdt have their own seperate apartments, you and annie share a place. the rent was cheap, especially once split between two homeowners. two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a single kitchen & living area. it was too good of a deal to pass up. fortunately, you and her are compatible roomates.

with that being said, of course, it's often that the four lounge around at your guys' apartment. bertholdt always makes sure to check in before visiting, while reiner has the sour habit of showing up unannounced. you've both had to deny him a key, despite his pleading. you love him, but not that much.

sometimes, the two of them crash in your living room. typically, it's reiner on the couch while bertholdt takes up the floor, waking up the next morning in whatever flamboyant position he'd folded himself into during the night. every now and then, you and annie forget to head back to your rooms, and you crash right there with them. before you all fall asleep, you're typically all huddled up near the glass doored balcony, allowing the rainfall to serenade the four of you into a deep slumber whilst sitting within the crisp remnants of cigarette smoke and freshly opened liquor.

in a way, it's funny, because you all have a tendency to do that on a work night. just the four of you, sitting in your living room, drinking your alcohol, coating your furniture in the brisk stench of pure, solicited nicotine, watching your very own city drown within the darkening sky's tears as little to zero words are even spoken. when it comes to you and your friends, that's something that can never be contradicted; the quiet. these were how you spent your evenings together, especially after a rough day— silence, smoking, and the most peaceful sorrow imaginable.

of course, when you aren't wallowing in your own self pity, you're known to get drinks together. there's this certain booth in a local pub, it had burnt burgundy seats made out of leather. it's your guys' booth, and whenever you go out for a drink or two, that's where you sit. it's way back in the corner, where none of you can be bothered. one time, a couple of rascals had stolen it, and they refused to move. without a second thought, annie slammed one of those motherfucker's faces into the table. in suite, reiner took care of the other one, yanking him from the collar and kicking him to the floor. you and bertholdt only watched,, you were laughing, poor bert simply dragGed his palm down his face.

hey, at least you got your seats back! absentmindedly, you etched your initials into the bottom of the table with your pen. without a thought, the other three did the same, marking the corner as their own. don't fuck with that table, you'll be slaughtered.

when winter hits, it hits mercilessly. it's insanely aesthetic, seeing your group standing on the side of the busy street, all absolutely layered up in buttoned up winter coats and thickly knitted scarves. because they're both unnecessarily large, you depend on them for warmth every now and then. the amount of times you've buried your face within reiner's side while sitting on the subway during the midst of wintertime is stupid. as for bertholdt, he occasionally takes off his very own coat, draping it over you or annie's shoulders whenever either of you are seen shivering. he doesn't mind getting a cold, so long as you're warm.

speaking of the subway, your city has one. it's a pretty average way to travel, and due to none of you actually owning your own vehicles, it's where you go whenever walking or taking the bus isn't an option. the only one who isn't allowed to ride the subway alone is you. there was instance where on your way home from work, you had a run-in with an unpleasant bystander with the means to hurt you. ever since then, a code has been set where if you want to travel underground, you do it with one of them.

^ one time, you didn't listen, and you went by yourself anyway— unfortunately for you, reiner was boarding the exact same stop as you, and gave you quite the scolding. however, it's only because you're special to him. to all of them.

you and annie are actually closer than you'd imagine. being one of the only female friends she's ever been able to keep, you've grown to be an important figure in her life. of course, she'd never admit that to you, but you know. some nights, the two of you lean against one another on the sofa while black & white reruns play on the television, ultimately sending you both to sleep.

once a week, you have lunch with bertholdt at the university he assists at. you know just how glum the work makes him, and fortunately, you showing up every single sunday with coffee and sandwiches never fails to brighten his day. sometimes, you're the only one that can get him through the week.

bert's crush on annie is still very much a thing, even in this universe. of course, he's older, and for the most part, he's grown out of it. still, he stares. not as much as he once did, but he does. you and reiner only watch from afar, quietly sullen that he'd never quite gotten the guts to act on it.

bertholdt is also the group's umbrella holder. it's constantly raining, and due to his height, he's the one holding the bigass umbrella over the four of your guys' heads. when there isn't an umbrella, you just sort of seek refuse underneath his arms, which he gladly gives you. reiner and annie don't really mind, they get wet. it is a thing where you're all rushing to get out of the rain, the two men shielding the women's hair from the storm with their jackets as they run for shelter.

you all smoke. well, actually, whether or not you smoke cigarettes in this scenario is entirely up to you. if you'd like, ignore this part. anyway, cigarette sharing is a given. while reiner's preferred brand of darts is far more lucrative and more likely to kill him (he's dead inside, it fits), he won't hesitate to snatch a cigarette from in between the tips of your lips, bringing them to his own. it's something all of you do, even bertholdt. sharing is caring, you all say. you tend to do the same thing with wine glasses, or beer bottles.

it's practically gotham city, you're all dead inside grownups, god isn't real.

irllydidn'tlikehowthisturnedout-

#attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot headcanons #aot au #aot scenarios #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #annie leonhart #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #modern aot

[cannibalism-lab-rat]

Day 2: Hunted (Frill)

@floofs-for-the-win bc you wanted to see. It isn't totally Frill related but he's the only important one

The reason the blood's fucked up is because I merged layers too early.

(Quotation marks are colored to indicate who's speaking)

"Hey guys, It's Anne and let's just say I broke into that old park, Tealerland."

"I can't believe you dragged me into this just because you wanted to see the dragons again."

"Hey, Lighten up Mary! It's not like these things are alive, right?"

"You've heard the rumors, right? The missing persons cases on TV? All coming from here!"

"Calm down and help me pry this trap door open."

"Anne, you are going to get us killed."

...

"Hey Mary? You were right. This doesn't seem like a good idea anymore."

"I swear, we have a single disagreement and suddenly you aren't talking to me."

"Well ok, be like that. Not like our parents will find out."

"Hmm? Vents must be acting up. Sounds like Metal on Metal though."

"What's that noise?"

"Do you know Mary?"

"Mary?"

"No Guests are allowed."

"Who said that?"

"Hello?"

#zizzy doodles #goretober #gore tw #cannibalism tw #death tw #Frill #Tealerland

[polkscastle]

New Pokemon News-Drop Today (My Thoughts

Pokemon is back at it again with more info on the upcoming Gen 5 remakes, as well as, Arceus: Legends. These were my thoughts on what we were shown: - Unite, Cafe ReMix, Masters, and GO: There's not much I have to say about these updates on Pokemon's running titles, mostly because (besides Pokemon GO) I don't play any of these. Unite holds no interest for me, with the option to dress up your pokemon as the only reason I'm slightly tempted to look at it. I played the original Cafe Mix for a week: thought it was cute but, disliked the puzzle gameplay. And, I just never looked into Masters. Maybe if I find some friends who really, really love these titles and want me to play with them, I'll consider playing these. But for now, let's get into why I woke up early just to see these announcements live... ----- - Brilliant Diamond and Shining Pearl: YES! YES!! YYEEESSSS!!!! I am SO HAPPY!! Maybe the choice of visual design threw people off at first but, these look so good. The style remains perfectly cute and charming. Plus, they are indeed changing things up and adding new elements to the remakes. My biggest concern when I saw the first announcement for these games was that (especially with another company in charge of development) they would stick too close to the design of the originals. It may only a few little touches that we know of so far, but I'm excited to see if there's more to come. My thoughts on each individual element: - Your Pokemon Follow You: You heard here, folks. The Pokemon Company is once again giving us partner Pokemon that follow you around in the overworld. You'd think such a detail wouldn't be that important but, it really does add to the experience of a Pokemon game. Done well, it helps you see your own Pokemmon as living partners rather than pawns in combat - Ball Capsules and Stickers are Back: WooHoo! It honestly isn't a surprise to see them here, but I'm still happy to see these back again. I don't remember fiddling with the ball capsules too much as a kid playing the Gen 5 games, yet I was still sad to see them go in later games. I thought it was such a cool idea to be able to personally edit the entrance effects of your Pokemon. - Updated Contests: Contests were not a big interest to me when I was playing the originals as a kid. However, I was hoping that they would update them in these remakes. So far, I like what I see. The dance and battle showcase portions of the original games seem to have been merged into a new rhythm mini-game, which is fine by me. I do hope to see the dress up accessories come back into play, especially if these can be worn by your Pokemon outside of the contests. I don't know, I think it'd be fun ^^ - Trainer Styles: Not the full avatar customization of the later generations, but still a nice addition. Good on you, Pokemon - Expanded Underground: Now, this is interesting. I was excited to be able to travel the Sinnoh Underground again, and now they've made it even better. The Pokemon Hide-aways look like a fun addition. And, (from what I've seen so far) these could be another solution to the whole Fire-type issue that Sinnoh was so infamous for. In summation, I was already set to get Brilliant Diamond and Shining Pearl, and these announcements only have me more stoked to see what they have in store. (Side note: My currant status on withholding myself from buying that new Switch Lite when I have a functioning Pokemon-themed Lite and am saving up for the full OLED model is... ...failing miserably. IT LOOKS SO COOL, YOU GUYS!!! T-T ) ----- - Legends Arceus: The perfect little cherry on top to this buffet of news. SWEET MERCY! This game is looking so GOOD! I want it so badly! Everything we saw in the initial announcement is so much more polished and breathtaking here. I can't wait for it to come out. And to put this out there, I love the addition of Action Order battle mechanics. I don't play many action rpg's but, I am excited to try this one out. The idea of using different styles really does seem to add a whole new layer of strategy to Pokemon's base battle mechanics, especially if I can set up combos without taking a hit in-between moves. Maybe if it does well, they'll try incorporating that into the main series games ^^. New Hisui Pokemon: - Wyrdeer: *Flashbacks to Princess Mononoke* Stantler may be a favorite of mine, but I do adore him getting more love and attention like. Wyrdeer just looks like a boss! - Basculegion: Again, not a favorite Pokemon of mine, actually something of a personal ire for me, now given a really boss looking evolution. But, that backstory ... O-O - Hisuian Braviary: Not much to say, he just looks cool - Hisuian Growlithe: *GAAASSSPPP!!* PUPPY!! LOOK AT THE PUPPER!! GIVE ME THE FIRE-ROCK PUPPER!! I'LL TAKE TWENTY!!! New Human Characters: - Prof Laventon: Don't know what to think of you just yet so, we'll just wait and see how things go down with you. - Captain Cyllene: (first reation: "Wait... that's a woman? Well, don't I have egg on my face right now ;P) That said, I am intrigued by this character. Her design reminds me heavily of Tilda Swinton (just saying). Though, with her being this game's parallel/possible ancestor for Cyrus, it seems a bit too obvious to make her the big bad of our adventure. Perhaps they'll do something more interesting with her story but, we'll have to wait and see - Commander Kamado: Oh, my... W-well, it seems we have our Prof. Rowan parrallel/possible ancestor. And he looks very tough, and s-strong, and commanding... ...and handsome, and... O///O ...w-w-will, you excuse me for a sec. ----- TL;DR - I may not care for the running events of the current present, but I am more than excited to see the treasures and legends of generations past

#pokemon #pokemon brilliant diamond #pokemon shining pearl #gen 4 remakes #pokemon legends arceus

[flowerspecial]

You Give Them An Item Of Your Clothing

Chan

Oh god now this is the type of gesture that makes Chan’s heart practically stop. Don’t get him wrong, he loves it when he gives you pieces of his clothing, but there is something so much more special when he is wearing one of your sweatshirts. It makes him feel so much closer to you, like you are with him at all times. Chan is definitely the type of boyfriend who would wear your sweatshirt to sleep when you are away from him, or if he is having a bad day. Just be warned though, you might notice more and more of your clothing magically disappearing and ending up in Chan’s bedroom.

Minho

Minho would like to act all tough and be so passive about you giving him your sweatshirt, but this boy isn't slick and you know that. At first Minho might try and refuse it, “but surely it should be me as the boyfriend who gives you the clothes!” “oh shut up Minho and just take it.” It would probably sit in his room for the first few days, he has absolutely no idea why he can't bring himself to wear it but he can't. However, there will be a day when he just wants some comfort and it's like his mind picks it out subconsciously. It also happens to be one of the days that he is meeting you, “hey baby, nice sweatshirt ;)”

Changbin

Changbin was the idiot who decided to go out without a coat because he didn't think that the cold would affect him so much. Here you were, with about three layers on and nice and toasty. But Changbin would never try to let on that he's cold, instead he'd rather just shiver in silence. As his partner though, you can't just stand there and watch him be cold so you shrug off your coat and hand it to him. “Seriously Binnie just take the damn coat, if you get a cold because of the weather then you know Chan is going to shout at both of us!” The sheepish smile that leaves his lips would let you know that he is grateful.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin has absolutely no problem with wearing your clothes, or you wearing his. In fact it was pretty early on in the relationship when you guys practically merged wardrobes together. What's mine is yours and all that. Hyunjin still gets excited though when you give him something of yours, and it does make his heart flutter ever so softly. The boys would always be able to know when Hyunjin is wearing an item of clothing that is yours, because he wears it so confidently. But the special hint is that Hyunjin always has his hands on it, whether it be stroking the material or pulling at the sleeves. That's how they know the clothing belongs to you.

Jisung

Jisung is another one who would be quite bashful when you give him something of yours. It is a very obvious declaration that you guys are together, for the whole world to see. Jisung would definitely be the type to read into it, his mind would go straight to the whole ‘oh my god they must really like me if they are giving me something of theirs to wear, wait, am I doing enough? Have I given them anything to wear?!’. After his little panic, Jisung is practically dragging you to his wardrobe and telling you to pick whatever you like. “Please take something, I want people to know that you are mine.”

Felix

Felix has been eyeing up a top of yours since you bought it. Why he didn't just buy one for himself you'll never know. Every time you wore the top Felix would compliment it. “Felix why don't you just buy your own, I’m sure they are still in stock!” “Why should I buy my own when I can just wear yours?” “Excuse me?” “And besides, I’m sure yours smells so much better than the ones on the rack.” Well how can you say no after that? Felix would be so confident/cocky when he gets to wear your top, and he is showing everyone. “Damn it Felix, why do you look better in that than I do?!”

Seungmin

Oh god my heart melts at the thought of this. Seungmin had seen it somewhere that giving each other a piece of their clothing is like a public display of their relationship, without being too obvious. Now, that was all Seungmin could think about. He had invited you round so you could watch movies together, and he kept looking at your sweatshirt. “Seungmin sweetie what are you looking at?” “I was just thinking, maybe we could do an exchange.” “Huh?” “So, you give me that sweatshirt and I give you one of mine.” “And why would we do that?” “To show everyone that we are together?” Well, you don't have to be asked twice.

I.N

You were allowed to go watch them at a practice, and to say you were impressed was an understatement. You knew that Jeongin was talented, but is it really this fair for him to be THAT talented? Anyway, Jeongin asked if you wanted to go and get food during his break, but he tried to leave the building in only a shirt. “Baby it's cold outside, grab a sweatshirt!” “I’ll be fine, let's go!” You knew that he would be regretting those words, so you carried your sweatshirt which you had taken off during rehearsals just in case. One step outside, and you knew Jeongin was cold. “Here, take this!” “Thanks baby, maybe I should listen to you…”

#stray kids #stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids blurbs

[stonerbughead]

Maria watches friday night lights (#36)

5x13, the series finale i have heard nothing but good things about - I made it y’all! *wipes tear* this is a show i will definitely rewatch! It definitely feels like the kind of show that’s so layered that every time you go back you’ll pick up something new. I love shows like that.

i haven’t been on tumblr on my computer in a long time but im gonna go through and add “read more”s to all of these recaps! 

(thanks to anyone who read these nonsense recaps! if you enjoyed these...in addition to my currently-on-hiatus riverdale podcast @bodysuitsforbughead, I have another teen drama-centered podcast in the works, follow @LeftyTeenDrama on Twitter and @leftistteendrama on Instagram to get updates when it launches! I’m taking a break on working on it till i move but it’s gonna be a big part of my 2021 projects. I’ve already recorded one episode with two of my favorite people in the world and it’s gonna be amazing. It will be about a variety of teen dramas, but FNL will definitely be included.)

and without further ado, my final FNL ramblings under the cut:

And we open with one last montage of shots around Dillon from a car, with a “Christmas in Texas” song playing. Amazing. 

Oh wow, I love the “FIVE DAYS TILL THE CHAMPIONSHIP” vibe. The build-up is already here. A shot of Julie in the stands watching practice! 

It’s super uncomfortable that people are talking to Vince about his “future teammates” on the Panthers before the post-season is even over.  “I don’t really wanan talk about that. I want to talk about how the East Dillon Lions are gonna win State.” “Is that a promise?” These Texas sports journalists are WILD. this is a teenage boy whose school’s funding just got cut right before the biggest game of his life! Can we have some sympathy?!

“I hear they’re taking the cream of the crop for the Superteam so I’m gonna be honest with you, what are you gonna do?” EXCUSE ME SIR? I repeat, TEENAGE BOY. Tinker’s response of “you’re an asshole” and storming away was more than appropriate!!!

“No comment”ing his way out of there like a champ.

Ah, the age-old tradition of decorating a Christmas tree while arguing about a five-year football coach contract in Dillon or a dean of admissions job offer at a prestigious Philadelphia college. Julie’s just sitting there with Gracie like ooooh boy 

“Here is where we put our tree, not Philadelphia! It’s a Texas tree.” OMG STOP IT. Lol Julie putting her hands over her ears.

YAY MATT SARACEN IS AT THE DOOOOORRRRR im so excited

Wow I did not expect this proposal to come that quickly into the episode! Like i knew it was coming in this episode but aw. They’re so soft! Just like, oh i’ve been thinking about you nonstop since our perfect Chicago tryst and oh look here’s grandma’s ring let me casually get down on one knee in the town where we fell in love. And after she was just talking about how much she misses Matt to Tyra the episode before? That “yes” she gave feels so certain because of it. Aw.

The grandma’s ring really fucks me up because you know how close Julie and Grandma Saracen have gotten over the years. My heart!

“Oh my God, your dad must’ve flipped.” “...What do you mean?” OH NO Eric Taylor is totally the type to care. “...When you asked him to marry me.” Oh I knew this proposal was too early in the episode, im dying!

“You need to go man to man.” Ugh Julie i liked Matt’s plan of just going and telling them much better. His look of fear when he repeats “man to man.” dead. 

Wow no theme song??? That’s how you know it’s gonna be a long series finale!

Andddd here we are, a bickering Riggins “I may or may not be going to Alaska.” “Is it because you raw dogged Tyra last night?” i literally gasped.

LMAO Mindy trying to say Tim and Tyra are incest now that Mindy and Billy are married and then Tim and Billy immediately being like “nope, no blood lines, that’s not how incest works.” Someone should send that memo to all those anti bughead stans about bughead and falice

“What do you think about me taking Stevie for the day?” “I’m fine with that. There’s no going back, I’m going to get the bag.” LOL Mindy spoken like a true parent also YES to Tim and Stevie spending time together.

Poor Jess not realizing that asking Eric if she can follow him to the Panthers is a much bigger question than she thinks se’s asking.

AWW Tim and Stevie at Grandma Collette’s. How cute. 

“Seven’s back in town?” “Yeah, he and Julie got engaged!” 

Tim/Tyra and Matt/Julie double date?? Aw I love that Tyra knows that Matt and Julie got engaged. I really love Tyra and Julie’s friendship. 

I’m laughing really hard at Matt’s speech to Eric trying to ask permission. This is so funny. 

Eric’s like, “is this kid serious rn?” 

Not to be that northern bitch but don’t kids get married at 18/19 all the fucking time in Texas?? I feel like it’s more common in even more rural parts of like...any state.

“The answer to your question is gonna be no today, it’s gonna be no tomorrow, and it’s gonna be no until the sun burns out.” LMAO wow i didn’t see this coming

“This was really just a courtesy, we were hoping for your blessing.” YES MATT.

OH BOY Eric did not just try to speak FOR his daughter, im not about it. “My daughter’s answer to you is ‘no.’” That’s some patriarchal shit right there.

“We’ll never know if we’re East Coast people if we don’t try it!” “We have a MUCH BIGGER problem.” Dude, it’s Matt Saracen, the softest boy who has loved your daughter for years, i actually think the fundamental decision of where you and Tami continue your future might be slightly more pressing. 

“I don’t know why you’re yelling at me! I think we agree on this!” IM SCREAMINGGGG 

Aw, Tami getting teary-eyed at Grandma Saracen’s ring. “It’s just, y’all are so young.” I know but this is a TV show universe so we let teen marriage slide for the right couples, ok. 

Tami and Eric wanna take Matt and Julie to A CONVERSATION DINNER??? This is gonna be so funny. 

Aw, Vince got his dad a ticket to state? “I want you to be there.” if this fucker doesn’t just come and shut his mouth

Oh wow Becky’s mom is finally coming back? And yay Becky’s finally over her Tim crush. “So friends?” “I say family.” AWWW MY HEART.

“You guys were our age when you got married.” ARE YOU SERIOUS? “It was a different time.” Y’all have no leg to stand on here.

“Marriage requires maturity.” Says the man who won’t let his wife take a huge job offer. What, who said that? (Okay the way Tami’s watching Eric give this speech about compromise, thinking she’s thinking the same thing.)

“You guys got married when you were my age, and how many times did you move? How many different things you’ve gone through and look how you’ve made it work. You guys are my inspiration.” AW. I wish my parents had a stable enough marriage to be able to say that LOL but nope.

OH NO poor Tami getting up from the table because she’s emotional! Because she’s clearly always thought of her marriage that way too but maybe not lately AH

Eric, babe, that’s your cue to follow. 

Oh shit, Jess’s family is moving to Dallas? Well, damn.

Eric saw Vince not take a ticket for his dad and came to his watering hole to hand deliver it? “Young man gets a chance like that maybe once in a lifetime.” and mic drop, walk away.

Luke casuaklly meeting Becky’s mom for the first time while coming by to try to win Becky back. “I love you. I’m so sorry.” AWWW. growth!

YES cheers to Matt and Julie! “Here’s to Mr. and Mrs. Saracen.”

“Always thought you’d be the first person to say that.” AW

Yes halfway through college, go Tyra!

Awwww, Matt being like “let’s dance” and pulling Julie up. So cute. Yes, Tim asking Tyra to dance. 

“I got plans.” “I don’t.” OMG is Tim saying he’ll just follow Tyra? Damn.

Why tf is Buddy calling Eric first thing in the morning to tell him about Buddy Jr.’s cast and “staying here el permanente” and GETTING HIM TO SIGN A CONTRACT BEFORE THE GAME? Y’all are shady as fuck!

I love that seeing the Braemore papers made him stop, tell Buddy off, and not make a decision in that moment. What’s gonna happen???

“I won’t be a part of your Superteam after all.” Hopefully Eric won’t be either! Aw Jess thanking him “for the greatest experience of his life.” “I think it’s been mine too.” AW.

Eric’s gonna give a coach in Dallas a good word for Jess? So beautiful. Yesss!

AW Julie and Matt decorating the Saracen Christmas tree, and Grandma trying to get Julie to wear her old wedding dress!

Emotional at this hug between Julie and Mrs. Saracen. “I love you.” “I love you too.”

Awww Vince finally being glad that Jess is part of the team...at the moment when it’s about to end.

Yess Tyra and Tim picnicking on the land? 

And YES to Tyra going into politics, I could see it! “Along the lines of Mrs. T. Except bigger.” YES GURL.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was five years old.” AWWW that is so precious. 

“I’m gonna build a house exactly where we’re sitting. I’m gonna get a job. And I’m never gonna do anything illegal for the rest of my life.” Oh, Tim. my heart!!!

“Maybe one day, our dreams can merge together.” THAT’S SO BEAUTIFUL. What more does one really want? Oh, these beautiful life-filled shots of them drinking beer on the land where Tim wants to build a house. Art!

Oh shit, Eric’s racing to get to Santa in time to be there with Tami and Gracie?! “You scared me half to death. What’s going on?” 

“I turned the contract down. It’s your turn. I want to go to Philadelphia. Will you take me to Philadelphia with you, please?” YESSSSSSSSSSSSS what they deserve! What Tami deserves!!!! My heart!!!!

Ugh, the imagery as they get to State is amazing. The boys taking in the field, the players suited up praying and getting in the zone beforehand. The screaming in the stands waiting for them.

“You may never know how proud I am of you.” “You changed my life, coach.” AW.

Eric’s pre-game prayer overlaying the image of the Lions bursting out onto the field! Yes yes yes!

The way they slowed everything down with just music, and focused in on the faces of so many characters - Vince’s dad showing up, Eric and Tami saluting one another from stand to sideline, Becky cheering in the stands excitedly for Luke, Matt and Julie holding each other, Buddy on the sidelines screaming, Vince’s mom jumping up and down - just absolute perfection. 

And we’re back in, with actual in-scene sound at 26-21 with 3 seconds left on the clock??? Jesus!

AH and every single character watching the football fly in the air, WOW the DRAMA.

Holy shit, they fast-forwarded to one of Eric’s players in Philly catching a football eight months later in Philly??? THIS SHOW IS SO GOOD. WOW.

Tami looks like such a badass strutting around campus!

YES Tinker is on the Panthers! Take that, bullying reporter! 

Aw, the East Dillon Lions sign coming down. :( feels.

Nooo Luke don’t go to the military! Noooo I hate that. Poor Becky. They’re the exact type of couple who gets caught up in that really sad cycle - too poor to really have many other options, so the whole “free college when i get out!” thing starts to look really attractive. smh.

But i love how they used the championship ring he gave Becky as a way to signal that the East Dillon Lions did, indeed, win the state championship eight months earlier...and that Jess is wearing the ring on the sidelines of a new field where she’s working with the coaches! amazing!

Yay Matt and Julie live in Matt’s beautiful Chicago apartment? Perfection. They really look so good in that city together. 

New beginnings in a new city together for both Tami and Eric AND Matt and Julie? I’m living! It’s what they deserve!

Tim and Billy building Tim’s house and drinking beers! “Texas forever.” “Texas forever.” MY HEART.

“Clear eyes, full hearts.” SILENCE. “Ah, we’ll deal with that later.” LOL

Yesss Tami coming out to meet Eric on the field!!!

“Ready to go home?” “Yeah, let’s go.”

And the lights go off on the field. End show. AMAZING. Truly, an epic series finale! An epic show! I will definitely rewatch and i am so glad i finally did! Thanks to anyone who gave a shit about my ramblings.

#maria watches friday night lights #friday night lights 5x13 #mine

[otterknowbynow]

Altean Home Economics (11/?)

Goo is great, but Hunk sure would feel better if they had kitchen access.

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The castle is nearly still when Hunk gets out of bed in the wee hours of the next morning. It’s a full four hours or so -- three vargas and something, he tells himself -- before the others would normally be up and about, except maybe Shiro. But, he thinks, yawning and pulling on some slippers before he leaves his quarters, even Shiro probably isn’t up quite this early. He wouldn’t be either, but he has no idea how long space yeast takes to settle in, and it seems better to check on things more often than less. 

When he gets to the kitchen, at first nothing seems amiss. The staple querlay is still humming away -- they didn’t shut it back down fully last night, he notes -- and apart from the mugs he and Coran left on the counter, it’s neat and clean. The pantry itself is another story. At first, he’s not sure what he’s looking at. The surface of the island is lost under layers of blue and purple and gray...something. It looks goopy, but when he pokes it with an experimental finger, it’s almost solid, and doesn’t leave a trace of itself on his skin. Hunk frowns, studying it for a moment, until he thinks to follow the flow of it back around the island, down across the floor, up to the back counter, and to the row of bowls he left there last night.

It looks like the -- whatever it is, he’ll figure that out later -- must have come from the starters he threw together. Two of them have burst through the sheets of covering he and Keith put over the bowls, and where they’ve merged they’ve formed this…

“-- lung rot?” Hunk nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of the voice from behind him, whirling around faster than he thought was possible. 

“What the quiznak, Allura? What are you doing sneaking up on a guy like that?” His heart is hammering, and he takes a breath to recover, taking in her slumped shoulders and tiny sheepish smile. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else would be up and about just after third varga.” She sounds exhausted, and Hunk realizes with a rush that she may well not have slept at all. 

“It’s okay,” he says quickly, and it is, really. He can feel his heart rate already going back to normal, and he can’t say he blames her for having a bit of insomnia, given the stress of everything they’ve been dealing with lately -- the Blade of Marmora just another concern to add to the list, really. “I’m sorry -- didn’t mean to snap at you...I’ve just been trying to figure out what the deal is with whatever different space yeast we can find -- gotta keep the brain occupied with everything going on, figure out how best to get some comfort food going -- and I thought I was the only one awake, and then you just -- Anyway, you get it.” He’s rambling, he realizes; it’s too early for filters. 

“I do get it,” she says, her smile more genuine now. “Thank you.” 

“For what?” 

“For forgiving me, I suppose,” she says. “And for this welcome distraction.” She gestures broadly at the weird mess he’s apparently made of their formerly pristine pantry. Hunk grimaces. 

“You said -- sorry, did you call this stuff lung rot?” He must have heard wrong, he thinks, because the alternative is too gross to think about. Not to mention he’s not sure how he would have made something like that outside of a body -- oh, but now he’s thinking about it inside a body, and that he definitely doesn’t need either. 

“Yes,” says Allura, frowning now, and Hunk tries to lock onto her words instead of letting his mind continue down that particularly unpleasant rabbit hole. “It used to grow out in the fields during the floods back -- back home.” She goes quiet, and Hunk gets the feeling that any value this had as a distraction is somehow canceled out. Although, it’s certainly distracting him now; any thought of potential bread recipes with alien ingredients can’t make it through the visceral horror he’s still feeling thinking about what this stuff might do to a pair of lungs. He tries to think of how to phrase his next question to poke as little as possible at what’s clearly still a tender wound for Allura. Your whole home planet gone is kind of a big deal, he thinks, even if it had things like lung rot.

“Is it, uh...dangerous?” he asks finally. He has to know how to handle it, even if it does mean pushing Allura into painful memory territory. It would kind of stress folks out, he’s pretty sure, if he accidentally made some kind of toxic substance in the kitchen of all places and they had a repeat of the mass food poisoning incident on top of everything else going on. And he can’t imagine anything called ‘lung rot’ -- even in Altean -- could be good. 

“I mean, it’s not usually desirable,” Allura says, though she sounds less sure of herself. “The growers used to clear it before planting, at least. I think you can handle it without any, ah...adverse effects, though.” 

“You can handle it, you mean,” says Hunk pointedly. “I’m not sure that we can count on humans and Alteans having the same reaction.” Allura’s eyes widen at this. 

“Right, I hadn’t thought of that,” she says, then looks down, shame creeping into her features. “Just like I didn’t think of it with the roast shellhorn.” 

“Eh, it happens! Can’t blame yourself and all that.” Hunk shrugs, trying to catch her eye with an encouraging look. She hasn’t stopped studying the floor, though. “Technically, I already touched it, anyway,” he continues, and looks down at the finger he used to prod at the mysterious substance earlier. It looks the same as all the others, as far as he can tell. “And it doesn’t seem to have done anything to me for now.” 

“Well, that’s good,” she says, finally looking up. Her brows knit into a frown before she goes on. “But you’re right that you probably shouldn’t risk it any more, just in case.” Any more of her plan is interrupted by an announcement from the roomwide comms, which, Hunk realizes, are clearly as present in the pantry as they are throughout the rest of the ship. 

“Ah, attention, folks! Paladins, Allura, miscellaneous space critters I didn’t know we had on board until recently,” Coran’s voice is pitched like a game show announcer over the speakers, and Hunk suspects he hasn’t slept either. “Just wanted to let you all know that we are on the approach to Entuk, and if you’d like to see it fly by as we get near, well, now’s the time to make your way to the bridge. If you, like me, would rather be in a state of slumber right now, by all means, be my guest! That goes doubly for the space critters, none of whom I need startling me at this early hour.” 

“Well, the lung rot can wait; it’s not going to do anything on its own, I don’t think,” says Allura, who seems to have perked up with a bit of hope at Coran’s announcement. Hunk is not at all sure that they can trust it not to do anything more than it already has, but he’d rather not push her back into the quiet sad place she seemed to be in when she first got here, so he shrugs. 

“To the bridge, then?”

#vld #vld fic #allura (voltron) #hunk garrett #hunk (voltron) #voltron #idk what tags people use we're calling that good #scribbles

[txtdiaries]

Dear No One - One Shot

SUMMARY | All your life, it always felt like something was missing. Every single day, in every action you did and in every place you went, it just always felt off. But maybe, just maybe, you aren’t the only one feeling this way...

PAIRING | Soobin X Reader

CATEGORY | soulmate au, distance, sadness, loneliness.

WORD COUNT | 2.6k

WARNINGS | none

SONG REC | Dear No One - Tori Kelly

I like being independent Not so much of an investment No one to tell me what to do

From a young age, you had always been on your own. From childhood to adulthood, it had always been that way. It wasn’t all bad, though, it was just something you got used to over time. It aided your independence, made you work hard and focus on things you needed to work on, and made you stronger. It was easy to get things done without distractions, and while all the other kids on the playground played tag with their crushes, or sat in the grass sharing secret pecks with eachother, you were inside, nosed buried in a book.

Being on your own was simple. No one controlling you, or annoying you with their demands. It was easy.

It was lonely sometimes, of course it was, but it was easy to push the feeling aside when you got older. When the longing feeling started getting easier to recognize, when it got easier to dismiss it.

It got easy to ignore it, but it was never easy to forget it.

I like being by myself Don't gotta entertain anybody else No one to answer to

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Your best friend asks you from the doorway a final time, watching you cross-legged on your bed, texbooks sprawled out in front of you.

“I’m sure.” You say, still highlighting a passage from your literature book.

“But... it’s the winter dance. And I heard Mark’s gonna be there!” She squeals, fixing her shiny lip gloss in her tiny phone screen reflection. It was just a middle school dance, and you could see right through it’s false appeal.

You just shake your head. You knew the feeling all too well. The guilt, the feeling of rejecting boys because as much as you tried, as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t be with them. Because, at the end of the day, it never felt right. They weren’t it. Nothing more to say about it.

“I hope you have a nice time,” You give your friend a small smile, “Slow dance with Mark for me.”

Your best friend gives you a sad look and then she’s off, brightly colored outfit flashing through the doorway. Your gaze lingers on where she just was, and then it drops back down to your work, your heart shattering noiselessly in your chest simultaneously. 

But sometimes, I just want somebody to hold Someone to give me the jacket when its cold Got that young love even when we're old

“What are we doing to celebrate passing the calculus test?” Your best friend of countless years asks you, turning left down her street a bit harshly. She had barely passed her drivers test and was still learning that you were supposed to break before turning. It was a work in progress. The ache in your shoulder from being thrown against the inside of the car door countless times reminded you of that.

“Dunno, we can do whatever,” You answered honestly, “Maybe a movie night-”

“Oh my god, why is Mark in my driveway?” She shrieks excitedly, braking extremely hard before throwing the car in park, stumbling out of the car before you’re even able to catch your breath.

You watch from inside of the car, that familiar feeling growing inside of you all at once. Just when you think it may be gone - it returns - unwelcome and frothing at the mouth.

Their words are muffled, but you don’t need to hear them in order to know what is going on. 

They’re happy. 

They’re all wide smiles and entangled limbs as they pull eachother closer, and for a second you wonder if it’s supposed to be like that. Like loving someone so much you can’t physically stand to be apart from them that much. Like it’d kill to even be an inch apart. You wonder if that’s what it would be like for you.

You watch them kiss from inside the car, and you can physically feel the difference in atmosphere. You watch quietly as your best friend kisses her boyfriend, the one she’s able to confidently call hers after liking since the early age of twelve, before pushing the feeling down relentlessly. 

Without another word you step out of the car and walk past them, muttering a, “I’ll see you at school.” Before you’re gone.

But the thing is - you’ve already been miles away. Even when you were in the car with your best friend, and even when you’re right next to her. Because that’s always what you are. Far far away.

Yeah sometimes, I want someone to grab my hand Pick me up, pull me close, be my man I will love you till the end

“You aren’t going to find a boyfriend by sitting inside and reading romance novels all day,” Your best friend comments, putting the finishing touches on her mascara before fixing her hair in your bedroom mirror, “Just saying.”

You bite back the urge to roll your eyes, and instead lock your gaze on the passage you’re reading.

“You already know how I feel about relationships.” You say quielty, not looking up.

She slings her jacket over her shoulders. Black leather, color matching the short, tight dress she adorns over her thin figure.

“If I’m going to get Mark to take me back, he needs to see that I’m happy without him,” She explains, even though you didn’t ask, “Then he’ll realize what he’s missing.”

“Have you tried talking to him?” You ask, eyes still scanning the lines of the book in your hands.

“Are you seriously trying to give me relationship advice like that, especially when you’ve never even-” You cut her words off.

“I’m just trying to help.” You say, finally snapping your book shut.

Your friend shakes her head at you before grabbing her purse.

“Well, I know what I’m doing. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She says before exiting the room quickly. You hear her car roar to life and pull out of the drive way after a little bit, and the pounding of her music grows more and more muffled as she gets farther away, the sound finally dissappearing after she pulls away from the street.

You take a look at the book in your hands, and the dread claws its’ way up your throat.

Before you know it, you’re using all of the force you can muster to throw the book across the room, feeling your heart snap in two.

Without a second thought, you turn your lamp off and bury yourself under your piles of blankets, shutting your eyes tightly.

Because that’s how it goes. This feeling you’ve grown to resent. What was once an aid in helping you achieve things you needed to, now latched onto you, like an annoying scar or weights attached at the ankles. This was your burden to carry, and no one could help you. Not even yourself. It was your life sentence - a life without love. A life of longing. It was yours, and nobody else’s. You could wish that it didn’t have to be this way, that maybe timing was just wrong, but you knew better. You always knew better. So instead, you did nothing. 

Nothing but lay there, tears streaking down your face silently, as despair resonates in the pit of your stomach, sending you down a dark, spiraling hole, causing you to wonder if you’ll ever be able to surface again. 

So if you're out there I swear to be good to you But I'm done lookin', for my future someone

“College is the time for new beginnings!” Your mother cheers as she watches you pile your belongings into your small, old car on your own. 

You nod at her gently, giving her a gentle smile, “I’ll make sure to call every other day.”

She wipes at her eyes and pulls you in for a tight hug, “Just update me when you can. And don’t live in your dorm room either, make some friends!”

I have friends, you wanted to say, but singular does not count as plural, so you choose to nod at her instead, agreeing to empty promises before her very eyes. 

In a whirlwind of emotion, and a lot of tears, you’re on the road, merging onto the freeway.

The radio plays softly, and the lyrics resonate deeply within your chest. You let out a long sigh and sing along to the lyrics, trying to ignore just how empty the passenger seat next to you looks and feels, almost mocking you silently.

Because what else could you do? All you really had was yourself in these moments, you knew that by now.

You sing along, a single tear falling down your cheek.

“Cause when the time is right You'll be here, but for now Dear no one, this is your love song.”

I don't really like big crowds I tend to shut people out I like my space, yeah

“It’s one party,” Your roommate of two weeks explains, looking down at you pleadingly, “It could be fun?”

You run a hand through your hair and yawn tiredly, “Thank you for the offer but parties and me? We don’t mix.” 

She gives you a sad smile and nods understandingly.

“I have my key so don’t worry about waiting up. Have a good night.”

And then she’s gone. Leaving you alone, with the softness of your music flowing through the small dorm room. 

College will be different, you tell yourself, as if it hasn’t already started yet.

It will be different. It has to be. Or else, what are you going to do?

But I'd love to have a soul mate And God will give him to me someday And I know it'll be worth the wait

Of course you got asked out at first, everyone did. Everyone you talked to did. And some people took up the offers, your roommate especially. She was classified as a social butterfly, and it showed. 

Spending nights in was your thing, and spending nights out was hers. And that was fine. It was fine. Neither of you minded the other, and you had a stable friendship. You just had different habits.

“So who’s your date tonight?” You ask curiously, furiously typing on your laptop to complete the essay that was due the next time you had your literature class. You spot her in the mirror, applying a thick layer of eyeliner, before your eyes find your screen again.

“Some guy who got set up by his friend, “ She chuckles, “It’s a blind date. His friend told me that he needed to see someone or else he’d go crazy. His words, not the date’s.”

You nod at her words, barely listening as you focus on your word structure for the essay. You did think it was nice that the friend was trying to set his friend up at least. You hoped your roommate had fun. After a few more minutes of the two of you exchanging small talk, she slipped her coat on and gave herself one last look in the mirror.

“What’s his name?” You ask, finally saving your essay as you look over at her.

“Huh?”

“The blind date. Don’t you have to know his name to know who he is?”

“Oh right,” She shakes her head, “Soobin. His name’s Soobin.”

So if you're out there I swear to be good to you But I'm done lookin', for my future someone Cause when the time is right

You'll be here, but for now Dear no one, this is your love song

“Worst date of my life.” Your roommate groans into her coffee cup, causing a library worker to glare her way. You grin at her before tilting your head. 

“That bad?”

“No, he wasn’t bad,” She explains, “We were just so different. Which is sad because he was cute. Like, cute, cute.”

You shrug at her, “Oh well, you’ll find a cuter guy who you actually relate too and it’ll be fine.”

She smiles at you and then catches sight of something in the distance. You furrow your brows.

“What, who is it-”

“No one.” She hisses, grabbing your arm to get you to look at her again before she hides her face.

You pull your hand back and try to hide your laughter. Your roommate was very over the top, and she had no problem showing it.

“I need to go look for a book for my lit class, I’ll be back.” You announce, your laughter finally dying down.

“Hurry please, I wanna get outta here.” She answers back, slipping her phone out of her pocket. You nod and dissappear down one of the aisles quickly. 

The shelves are piled high with hundreds of books, and the quietness that engulfs you is calming. 

It is moments like this that you appreciate. No miserable feeling - no lonely feeling. If anything it feels lighter in this moment than you can ever remember it feeling, which is new, but you don’t dare question it.

Sometimes, when it’s not as heavy, you can almost tolerate it. The thought of being alone for the rest of your life. Granted, the distractions you need to keep the emotions down are endless, almost obsessive, but it’s better than the alternative. Being utterly and completely alone.

Because no one wants that. Not even you.

With your newfound peace, and a small grin on your face, you reach up to grab a book from one of the shelves, fingers barely grazing it.

“Oh!” A deep voice let’s out, and suddenly you’re losing your balance and falling to the right.

“I-”

“I’m sorry!” The deep voice apologizes quickly, grabbing your wrist to stable you.

Dear no one No need to be searching, no

“No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking.” You say suddenly - and then your words are stolen from your lips, forcefully pulled from your mind.

The boy, now directly in front of you, is still holding onto your wrist, and for a second you think that maybe he’s got something wrong with him or maybe something on him because he’s touching your skin and it is tingling under his touch. And that can’t be normal.

You look down to see nothing but long slender fingers holding onto you and then back up. The boy notices and retracts his hand, covering his face in embarrassment.

“I didn’t see you, I really am sorry.” He says quietly, round glasses reflecting the bright lights above the two of you as soon as he lets his hands drop from his face. His eyes are a dark brown behind the frames, and you look down for a moment.

Your heart is beating in your chest, against your ribcage agonizingly, and you don’t know what to say.

Because you don’t know what is happening.

You study the way the boy’s dark hair covers his forehead when you look back up, and his dimples curve into his cheek deeply as he bites his lip nervously. 

And in that moment, somehow, everything clicks.

This boy in front of you, the feeling of his touch still lingering on your skin.

It feels like he’s been like this, facing you for your whole life, and you don’t know how it’s ever been any different.

You blink multiple times in shock, and he’s staring at you like he knows what you both do, like he feels the exact same thing.

“I’m Soobin.” He says briskly, like it’s the only thing he needs to say in the moment, even though you didn’t ask for his name.

“Y/N.” You mutter, staring into his eyes.

He nods softly, knowingly, at your words.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says, and then horror flashes in his eyes as if he’s just heard his confession.

He knows. He definitely knows.

Because soulmates always know. And this isn’t any different.

“It is,” You say before he can overthink it too much, and because your heart is pounding so fast you feel like you need to say something before you combust.

“Finally.”

Dear no one This is your love song

#choi soobin #choi soobin imagine #choi soobin au #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together au #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together drabbles #kpop #kpop imagine #kpop drabbles

[imdoingthismspaintadventure]

In which the Wanderer finds a keyboard and I flip the fuck out

==>==>

Oh so it seems prompt guy is getting impatient now!

Double arrows, the hell is this?

So it seems Dad’s friends are alarmed by his sudden disapearance from Earth’s plane of existence and/or trying to survive the incoming meteors (that I suppose come for every single player who played the game)

One seems to have fallen near FedoraFreak’s house, who seems to like hats as much as our Dad loves pipes

Just one ==> command will suffice. Thanks. It looks like you're not the only one trying to locate your father after the disaster.

And the narrator and the prompt voice clash again!

But yeah, I suppose seeing persons dissapear from the earth while meteors rain down has everybody looking for the dissapeared people. I wonder if we are the only ones who succesfully “escaped”, or if there are more floating houses in the void out there...·

THESE BORING MEN ARE UNINTERESTING.

You don’t seem to consider any of this relevant huh.

I wonder if you are either

1) A parody of the readership and their imputs

2)Something weird the game is doing after entering

3)Something happening with John

4)Just for comedic effect

Guess we’ll have to see how that progresses

And now we are speaking with Rose! Let’s see what we should do next!

TT: John, are you ok? TT: You seem a bit tentative. EB: i'm fine i guess. EB: since i got here i feel compelled to do these weird things i don't really want to do. EB: by some kind of voice that i can't really even hear. i don't know, it is hard to explain. TT: Perhaps the early symptoms of an anxiety disorder, like post-traumatic stress? EB: yeah, maybe. who knows!

Huh, they are acknowlgedging the voice! So it could be a John problem! Or maybe Rose is just being overly analytical of John’s mental state

That is possible too.

TT: Well, if you can pull yourself together, there are a few more things we should try. TT: Like prototyping the Kernelsprite again, if possible. TT: We should hurry. My laptop battery won't last forever. EB: Ok. I will go back inside.

Oh yeah there was such a thing as a second prototyping!

I wonder what will happen if we do, would it merge the psysical characteristics of the first and second thing it absorbs? Hmm...

NO DON'T DO THAT. HOP OFF THIS LEDGE ON TO THAT CAR.

...These are starting to sound more and more like Stray Thoughts...

Yeaah I think that is a one-way trip to joining the Harlequin Statue in their fall into infinite oblivion, bud.

What? No! That sounds incredibly dangerous!

Even the narrator agrees!

==>==>==>==>==>

Holy shit arrow spam!

Why is the voice so insistent on doing it?

Poor John is having a mental crisis over here

Now you're just being a pest. Which turnip truck did you just tumble out of, anyway? Who are you? 

Aaand now we are back on track for the voice being an actual someone, a real force in the story itself

Years in the future, but not many...

OH SHIT WAIT...

OMG COULD THAT BE IT?

THE APOCALYPTIC WANDERER!!

HE FOUND THAT SBURB/SKAIANET/SPYROGRAPH SYMBOL LAST TIME

HAS HE ENTERED TOO? HAS HE BECOME THE VOICE IN SOME WAY?

BUT HOW, THAT SEEMS WAY MORE META THAN JUST ENTERING A SESSION

There is a passageway inside!

What is this whole compound??

Wiring and machinery everywhere....

Is this some sort of fallout shelter? Where these prepared in advance by Skaianet or whoever created the game?? (I’m assuming Skaianet given the “SKAIANET SYSTEMS INCORPORATED “ thing.)

!!! So you are here!! You weird thing!

You had like 4 pointy fingers and just most definitely don’t look human! It could be a highly mutated human but I don’t think so....

What are you looking at?

!!!!!!

A SORT OF WORLD TERMINAL FOR JOHN’S GAME!

AND THERE ARE ANOTHER  3 SCREENS, WILL THOSE BE FOR ANOTHER PLAYERS, IF THEY ARE SUCESSFUL?

THE WHOLE STRUCTURE HAS THE SBURB GAME LOGO SO IT MUST HAVE BEEN MADE BY THEM,

AND YES

HE IS THE PROMPT VOICE!

THE KEYBOARD EVEN HAS THE STANDARD ARROW FOR NEXT PAGE

I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THIS!

FIRST OFF WHAT THE FUCK

This compound seems to have been made apocalypse-resistant (which also implies that the whole Earth got fucked, by the way, by all the meteors and that there are possibly only these things left, or even worse, our guy here is the only one left) and house inside of them a terminal that allows NARRATIVE CONTROL OVER THE ACTIONS AND THOUGHTS OF THE PLAYER OF THE GAME WHO SURVIVED, AND EVEN SOME SORT OF META CONTROL OF THE WHOLE STORY ITSELF.

Was it made by Skaianet? Were they hoping to survive the apocalypse by not playing it and hiding in their bunkers so they could later exert control over the fates of the survivors? But why would that matter? If they are in another dimension, what difference does it make to the inhabitants of earth? They may as well be playing a normal videogame at that point

Also if that was their plan, it seems to have gone wrong, at least in this shelter, cause it doesn’t seem like nobody was inside. And how could the game summon meteors anyways? And modify the dimensions of John’s house. What kind of omnipotent warp bullshit is this.

And what is this creature that has gone inside and has been fighting for control with the narrator? Where did this thing come from? Are they the creators of all this?? Is that why they could make a game that alters reality? Or are they something unrelated.

Also FUCK I just remembered, there are another THREE SCREENS, does that mean that if Rose enters, she will be in one of those?? And I haven’t missed the fact that John has exactly two other friends who could easily be the other two screens!

But if that is so, then is everything predetermined?? DId they know that four kids were going to play and established this beforehand. What kind of Tzeentch level fate fixing are we talking about here??

Aaaaaaa

Okay I think I have calmed down.

Oh god we are already on the Problem Sleuth train of endless layers of interwoven rules inside this story aren’t we?

John I don’t know what the hell you have signed up for.

#Homestuck #homestuck liveblog #mspaintadventures #mspaintadventures liveblog

[dreamcatchersza]

My Chat with Katt: The Afro Punk

I remember my first encounter with Katt. I was having lunch with a few colleagues, most of them men, when I heard their indistinct chatter about someone they were seeing through the glass walls. My curiosity made me look up from the heavenly meal I was devouring and I saw her. This blue haired, mysterious lady who was now awkwardly waving at us, trying to demagnetize our fixed gazes.

 Almost a year later, after getting to know the person behind the garments, I get to feature this lady and her very interesting and beautiful relationship with fashion. This is My Chat with Katt:

 ·         How would you describe your style to those curious?

I do not think that I have a particular style per se̒, but the word EMOTIVE comes close enough.

There are days when I wear torn, over-sided jeans with hoodies that fall just above my knees and there are days when I rock a flowery frilly frock with a pink cardigan. Then there are days that I look like a horror villain that’s stirring a witch’s brew and then the next day I look like I was sneezed out of Tim Burton’s imagination. It depends on the story, it depends on the feeling. It also depends on the lie I want to tell.

  ·         One of the biggest statement pieces I’ve seen you wear, is your hair. What draws you to changing your hair colour(s)?

In High School I was constantly told to wear my hair a certain way and colour was forbidden so all that money and hours of sitting down while someone is pulling on your roots lasted for a weekend. Sigh. So I suppose this is vengeful expression. I can be whoever I want to be every single day. It’s fun. Colour is fun. And it’s hard to have a frown on your face when you have pink and purple hair.

 ·         What is the difference between fashion and style, to you?

What’s the difference between the roots of a tree and its flowers? One is not less important than the other. It is a beautiful symbiosis. Fashion offers options to one’s style but how you assemble the pieces together, is where style comes in. Though the leaves and flowers might fall over the year, the roots are still clutching onto the earth. This is how I see the two. Fashion is seasonal, how you wear that particular item of clothing, hair, accessory or shoe pertains to your identity, your roots, your style.

Fashion says, “This is cool”. Style says, “This is me”.

·         How has your experience been, navigating your way through society with your alternative style?

It was pretty difficult, especially given the fact that during my young adulthood, I was a township girl that wore full goth garb. It was weird. I have an awkward stance with social interactions so looking kinda weird, didn’t work in my favour. But I couldn’t help it. I had to navigate through the awkward stares and convince myself that I wasn’t doing anything particularly wrong. I made the right choice because I am expressively liberated today.

 ·         How have the African people, with their different layers and textures, influenced the way you view fashion?

I do not have Afrocentric pieces in my closet but what I have taken from Sechaba saka is how Aricans take such pride in who they are. When I look at our older generation and our younger pride, I see how they have taken ownership of their heritage.  It is inspiring to see how this generation is starting to wake up and engage in the history of their identity. I am most fascinated by those that are leaning towards Afro Punk. More and more of our generation are merging old African clothing with new age grunge. It’s beautiful. It’s Evolution.

 ·         Who is your style icon?

Where is a guillotine when you need one… LOL

This is a very difficult question because I do not really have one but I do “borrow” from everyone, even the IT guy. I have been inspired by @magavilhas, Billie Eilish (she reminds me of her at her age),  I can tell you who reminds me that it is ok to still be playful at this age; it is that bad badd that “has been stealing your man since 1928”, @baddiewinkle!

I literally watch the fashion channel as if I am watching the omnibus of a captivating series. This is perhaps my way of seeking new ideas that will inspire me to evolve my style. Can a mannequin be my style icon?

·         How has your style changed over the years?

In my pre-teens I adored Aaliyah so I copied her A LOT! Baggy, baggy, baggy. I wish I could say with hint of sexy but the word was not in my vocabulary at the time. At about 15, Rock music found me. I was scrolling through radio stations and I happened to land on 5FM. 5FM in 2002, the days of Barney Simon. I was hooked. Being a tomboy, black jeans, studded belts and chains, spikes and printed shirts with customized boots were like uniform. In my early varsity years, I explored more with goth pieces and took a darker aesthetic to my look. Plenty of leather.

At 22, I toned down the goth and started exploring with colors. LOTS of colours. LOTS of multi-coloured clothes. I even explored the skaterboi look, DC head to toe.

The skirts and dresses came in at 25. I was seduced by this feminine aesthetic when I discovered “Jessica Day”. It actually turned out to be a form of therapy (topic for another day). Looking and feeling lighter helped me discover my playful side. But I still kept my grungy boots.

Today I am mosaic of every piece of cloth that has ever touched my skin. It’s a mess, but it works. I think I am going through another transition. I am not quite sure where it’s going but man oh man, is this journey going to be fun!!!

(LOL to myself: I was walking down the street wearing three different hats the other day and I thought to myself, Ï should do this more often”)

 ·         As a creative living in Jozi, what would you say has been the wildest thing you’ve ever witnessed when it comes to fashion?

 What is interesting nowadays is that a lot of people are trying so hard to be different that they start looking the same. A wild fashion statement for me comes from that creative misfit that does not succumb to “trends” or what’s cool out there. Nerds are my people; let them have their revenge. I don’t go out much so Instagram is my Jozi. After the AfroPunk festival, I discovered a duo called @adhiambondomba. Now they are an African version of Steam Punk! Their metallic pieces merge Science Fiction with Tribal Art. They are a little ahead of their time.

·         Being an up and coming director, how would you describe your directorial style?

I am still peeling the layers so I am exploring different mediums and different ways of storytelling. What I will not waver from is telling an honest narrative that relays the human condition. When I was in film school, the worst film I directed was when I was trying to be “too cool” and show off with the medium. Worst mistake and most imperative lesson learned. I like to keep it simple and tell a clear, concise story that translates the hidden truths of mankind. I especially love subject matters that nobody wants to touch. Breaking Bad and Shameless are the best examples when it comes to the human conditions that I would like to confront.

 ·         Which actor do you dream of working with and why?

Another guillotine moment…

Locally – Craig Palm. I have not seen him in a while. He played a character named Angel on a South African drama series called YIZO YIZO.

Even though she is based in England now, I would like to work with Sade Giliberti. She is a muse for most of the kind of females I would like to write for and about.

Internationally – Michael Fassbender, I have plans for his teeth. His many, many teeth.

Ben Whishaw – He had my heart at Perfume : The story of a murderer. There are so many nuances that have worked for the dexterity of his facial muscles. He understand the power of countenance.

·         If you could speak one thing into existence right now, what would it be?

My own house in a quiet place, with more garden than brick.

 @Katlego.Mojela on Instagram  

#KatlegoMojela #BaddieWinkle #Fashion #Icon #Style #Aaliyah #@adhiambondomba

[aces-to-apples]

DVD commentary meme! Whatever part of Family Before Honor you'd like to talk about, please!!

Alrighty, since there isn’t much of it posted and chapter two isn’t very long to start with, I’ll just do that then. Author’s commentary on chapter two of “Family Before Honor” beneath the cut:

Two Months

Domestic: 1) of or relating to the home, the household, household affairs, or the family. 2) no longer wild; tame.

I suppose the first thing to note is the pattern of the chapters and summaries—each chapter, and there’s only going to be three, is titled based on how long it’s been in the fic since Cut’s death and each summary is the theme on which the chapter is built. “Two Months” is more meant to bridge the gap between “Two Hours” and “Two Years” and is based around Rex making the transition from military life to civilian life. Settling into a rhythm with Suu and the kids that works for everyone.

Rebuilding the La’Cuane farm is an undertaking both larger and smaller than Rex had first estimated.

Ah, yes, “La’Cuane”. Because fuck Dave Filoni. Before I watched The Deserter, I was under the impression that Lawquane was most likely pronounced more like “lah-kayn” but, as is my custom, when I learned the “official” version I said “nah, fuck that” and came up with my own. So, “Lawquane” is a mistranslation as so many Basic Twi’lek names are. Because fuck you, Dave.

The first few days are an unending game of hurry-up-and-wait: for Republic forces to finish routing the Seps, for Jesse and the boys to come back to retrieve him when he didn’t answer their comms, for Suu to sniffle and stutter her way through the story they’d cooked up to explain his ‘death.’

I just don’t like “Seppies”, okay? I just don’t. “Covies” I’ll accept from Halo, because Marines, but “Seppies”, “tinnies”, and “shinies”? Mmm, how ‘bout the fuck not?

Then waiting for various scans of the remains to come up positive for Fett’s genetic material, for ‘his’ chip to come up too damaged to ping as more than simply present, for Kenobi—well, it turns out that Kenobi had a softer heart than Rex had ever thought. From what Rex spies, he looks damn near devastated for a few heartbeats after Suu tells him the news.

Departing from @norcumii’s version, “Dead Men Tell No Tales”, I decided that it’s too early in the war for Rex and Obi-Wan to have actually started a romantic relationship and kept it as more of a “what if” kind of thing for them to regret. More pining, that way ;)

Then the children march up to him and Jesse, carrying Rex’s armor in their undersized little arms, and Jek loudly proclaims that they want to keep Rex’s bucket. “He was like a, a superhero,” Jek says earnestly, and next to him Shaeeah nods vigorously. “He was so brave and he saved us from the monsters and we’ll take really good care of it.”

Listen, the La’Cuane kids are just insanely cute, okay? And according to Legends (I think?) they were aware enough that they had several million uncles out there in the universe that Shaeeah wrote a book about it, so they absolutely grew up with stars in their eyes about their extended family.

Suu makes a little scene of chastising them, calling it disrespectful, saying that his brothers should have his helmet, it was only right. Rex is dazed by the layers of manipulation they all go to just for him to keep his face; he’s even more dazed by how well it works.

Kenobi clearly melts at the display but looks to Jesse, Kix, and Hardcase for the final decision. Rex can read the silent conversation between them as clear as day. When Jesse crouches down to gaze intently into the visor of Rex’s helmet, he knows the children have won.

“I think that’s a good idea,” Jesse says decisively, and it’s settled. Quieter, he adds, “I think he’d like that…”

If Rex wasn’t so traumatized right now, he’d be absolutely indignant that Jess just blatantly lied like that. How dare you slander the good name of Captain Rex, good Lieutenant, by implying this small child whom he only knew for a few hours and “died” to protect should keep his face when Kenobi is standing over there trying not to cry. Come say that to his helmet, coward!

Rex doesn’t think about where Cut’s bucket had ended up.

I like throwing out lines that if you think about them for longer than it takes to read them then they might become incredibly depressing. What did happen to his helmet? What happened to his armor?

Jek clutches the helmet to his chest in victory and Shaeeah smiles sweetly and Suu has this fond, exasperated look on her face that Rex assumes comes standard with being eyn buir. The children magnanimously offer the rest of his armor to the men, stacked as neatly as they could manage. Rex stares as Kenobi helps pack it away with the supplies for safekeeping, subtly pocketing his left vambrace as he does.

I’m gonna be honest, at this point canon and fanon have merged so much for me that I don’t even know what’s true and what’s not. Just go with it.

Rex doesn’t think about maybes and what-ifs.

Then Kenobi turns back to Suu and his gaze goes past her to the ruined farmhouse and Rex gets the feeling that Kenobi’s about to do one of those terribly un-Jedi-like things he had never, ever admitted to sometimes doing. He pulls out a credit chip and Rex knows.

He has to turn away from the scene and take careful breaths. Kenobi wasn’t perfect—Cody has spent hours venting to Rex and Wolffe and whoever else managed to meet up at once about his hypocritical, sanctimonious Jedi—but just like Skywalker, just like Tano, just like Windu and Yoda and Secura and every other Jedi, he had his moments of breath-stealing goodness.

Listen, I love some Jedi characters to death, but I have—had, now that Tumblr filters out posts with words like “fuck” and “wank” in the tags when you search for them and pretends they don’t exist—a #fuck the jedi order tag for a reason. The narrative tends to frame both the Jedi Order and most Jedi characters as Righteous and Good, while also having them commit pretty heinous acts and tossing the audience horrific implications/pieces of information at the same time. I’ve said it somewhere before, but The Clone Wars wants to have its “deep, edgy, grimdark exploration of war” and eat its “fun, wacky space adventures” too and while we’ve all noticed the tonal whiplash that the show gives us, it plays hell with the narrative itself. Unspeakably bad shit happens in one arc, and nobody ever mentions it again. The Jedi control a slave army, and that’s Bad, but we’re told that they care about their troops and want to help them Later, which cancels out the Bad and keeps them Good Guys. In universe, it absolutely doesn’t work. We all know the Jedi pull some fuckshit every two weeks, so you bet your ass the clones know it too and routinely get sauced and rant about it to each other where no one can hear them. But they also can be extremely helpful and empathetic between three to five every other Thursday. Sorry, just mentioning #fuck the jedi order sends me off into a rant and I actually deleted a lot of other stuff from this part because Not Important.

Rex should’ve known his last act as a captain, and his first act as a free man, would be finally witnessing one of those moments.

And then Kenobi is gone, his brothers are gone, and the work begins.

- - -

It’s slow-going, and at times back-breaking, and it quickly becomes apparent that the nerve-damage Kix had warned about has set in good and proper. After the children have gone to bed, Rex and Suu go outside to have a rousing argument about what to do—the first of many on the horizon.

I know, I know, it’s common wisdom that disagreeing with your partner are normal but knockdown drag-out arguments Are Not and while I absolutely understand that, I come from a family with an absurdly large number of siblings that subscribe to the Taika Waititi School of Siblings and therefore it’s perfectly reasonable to shout yourself hoarse about some nonsense or other and get mad and stomp off and then two hours later throw a pillow at the other person’s head and say “hey dickhead come look at this funny post what’s for dinner later”. And as such that’s how every sibling relationship I ever write will function because I genuinely don’t understand siblings who don’t drag each other at every opportunity and then pop up around a corner like an awful gremlin to scare them at 2:30 in the morning just to fuck with them.

Suu demands they use part of Kenobi’s credits to pay for surgery to remove and replace the dead arm; Rex counters that he can function with only one arm, but none of them can function without a roof over their heads and walls to shield them from the elements. Suu says that they will contact a doctor she knows on the other side of the planet tomorrow and that’s final; Rex blinks, says understood, sir, and stands down.

The next morning, between frying eggs and waking the little ones, Suu apologizes for 'pulling rank’ on him. Rex can tell the words sit strangely in her civilian mouth. He accepts her apology and says nothing about how he hadn’t even noticed his own automatic reaction to her tone the night before, but. That was exactly how he’d reacted, wasn’t it?

When next they argue, about him ‘overdoing it’ and ‘exerting himself too much’, he’s ready for the gut-punching Commanding Officer Voice and shouts back when it’s his turn to talk. It works for them.

Listen, I don’t know about you, but when I hear certain tones of voice I automatically respond in certain ways. Like the vocal version of being full-named.

- - -

“White is death,” Rex explains once the final layer of base paint has settled on the plastoid. He runs his hand firmly down the prosthesis in its finalized form, from the ball of the synthetic shoulder to the tips of each finger. It’s as much to test that the molecules of paint bind properly as it is to get himself used to the difference. “White is the bones of those long gone. White is the snow that covers the fields in winter. It… stifles, and kills, but it’s also. Possibility, I suppose. White armor is shiny and new, but that just means it has yet to prove itself. You never know what you’re gonna get when you scratch beneath the surface.”

I had a lot more of @izzyovercoffee’s Mandalorian color theory stuff that I ended up cutting just because it didn’t really fit, but you should check them out because they’re suuuuuuper interesting. I love cultural worldbuiding shit like that.

Hanging on his every word, Jek and Shaeeah nod breathlessly. They watch as he picks up a foam brush and dips it into a small pot of 501st blue. He sets it to the very top of the arm and brings it down in a smooth, careful, practiced motion.

“Blue is reliability,” he continues. The unbroken line he draws down to the wrist is thinner than it was on his armor, but copying his armor isn’t the point; the point is to create something new out of its loss. “It’s faithfulness, and consistency. It’s the sky—the very air—and you can always in trust that.”

Listen, if you want subtlety, go read deadcat’s stuff. If you want to get bashed over the head with this shit, you’ve come to the right place.

Lastly, he picks up a fine detail brush and dips it into a second pot.

“This one is different,” he says eventually, gauging his little cadets’ avid expressions. “You use red to honor a parent and the word for ‘red’ in Mando’a is ge’tal—literally, ‘almost blood.’ It’s a complicated word, because to Mando’ade, your family isn’t always going to have the same blood as you. It might not be red at all—it might be green, or blue, or something else entirely. But with family, you’re always ready to spill others’ or your own in order to protect them; it’s about honor… and love.”

“Mom,” Shaeeah deduces, her voice quiet as a mouse as they all gaze at the sharp, cutting magenta that coats the brush.

Rex nods.

“Just so.” He twirls the brush around and offers it to them. “Now, what should we do with it?”

Listen, it’s very important to me that we cut that toxic masculinity shit out of Star Wars, stop linking pink to femininity, more important stop linking femininity to weakness, and ultimately I want to see more clones wearing pink. Pink flowers and curlicues mixed in with 501st blue on Rex’s sick robot arm? Sign me the fuck up.

—

Aaaaand that’s the Author’s Commentary on Chapter Two of Family Before Dishonor, hope you enjoyed!

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