#i came up with this in the shower

[justarandombrit]

Actually, there are three genders

#i don't know #i came up with this in the shower #mosquito brothers you'll always be famous to me #starship #starship musical #starship starkid #starkid starship #starkid #team starkid #starkid productions #the mosquito brothers #veeto mosquito #neato mosquito #sweetheart mosquito

[the-alexel-lucas]

Looks like it’s AoB essay time, might as well join in. I want to focus on the conflict of the story as well as Myne’s noble persona. This will be getting into end of series stuff so if you don’t like that…don’t look.

So, what is the conflict? Well the easy answer is that it varies, P1 is Myne’s devouring and her struggle to survive, P2 is her struggles in the temple and the inevitability of being adopted, P3 is her adjusting to being a noble and trying to gather the ingredients for her jureve, P4 is struggles of Ahrensbach affecting Ehrenfest, and P5 is the Lanzenave invasion and potential collapse of the country. But that’s looking at the story in it’s individual parts, not as a whole. What I believe to be the true conflict of the story is Myne trying to make her way back to her family.

It is often said that P1 and 2 are the prologue (sometimes this is extended to P3 and occasionally even P4) and this is what I am basing my argument off of. In P1 we are introduced to Myne’s family, Gunther a hard working well meaning father, Effa a caring but stern mother, and Tuuli a supportive and gentle older sister. Initially Myne has little to no interest in them outside of survival but over time she grows more and more close to them, to the point that she would choose death over leaving them even if it could mean having books. This is reiterated and doubled down on in P2 where we and Myne see how poorly she treated her mother as Urano and while she understands that she has to leave them for everyone’s safety she wants to drag that out as long as physically possible, and then that time is cut short. Now bound by magic contract they cannot interact as a family and as time goes on more and more connections to that life are taken from her and it hurts Myne deeply. She is forced to wear a mask at all times, she must be the noble Rozemyne for everyone everywhere, that image cannot slip. However when she is in absolute private with those in the know who are not her family she can drop the act, but her engagement means she cannot use the hidden room where she could be Myne with Lutz, Benno, and Mark, Ferdinand’s engagement takes from Ehrenfest entirely and takes not only her mentor but the only noble who truly knows her. And then once again she must prepare to leave everyone she knows and loves, even if it is just momentarily, to protect them.

Her love for her family runs so deep that when Mestionora takes over her body she must block those memories to keep her occupied. At this point she is no longer Myne, she has become the mask and is fully Rozemyne. When Ferdinand restores her memories he offers to fake her death so she can return to her family and live her happy life but at this point she is much more aware of who she is and what options are available to her, but a concession can be made. And that is where the story ends, with the resolution of the conflict, with Myne returning to her commoner family and putting her hair up like she did in P1V1, because while Rozemyne is 14 Myne has come of age. And is home.

#ascendance of a bookworm #honzuki no gekokujou #I came up with this in the shower

[indecisive-v]

sword art online side story about an excessively worried parent buying a nervegear and jumping into sao to directly protect their child who got trapped in the game

#writing prompt #writing prompts #i came up with this in the shower #sword art online #if this exists already why the FUCK haven't i heard of it yet

[silverfox419]

ur new name is the first letter of your favorite animal, the last letter of your favorite color, the middle letter(s) of the last song you listened to, and the latter half of this randomly generated name

ex: fox + silver + the search + gaufrid = frerid

#me when im silly #i came up with this in the shower #if u dont have a favorite or dont know the last song u listened to then just pick one u like #con says

[anentireloafofbread]

I’m going to choose to believe that the evil queen in Snow White asking for “the fairest in all the land” basically just translates to “hey magic mirror, show hot ladies near me”

#Snow white #Evil queen #I came up with this in the shower #Y e s

[jiajiathedragon]

are you the prefix to my suffix?

#this is such a silly joke #shitpost #I came up with this in the shower #belltalks

[maybemoltenlava]

I take a big bite of my Dole Pineapple soft serve and think "Insert Cash or Select Payment Type,". The tablet at the cash register pleads me to make a choice. I do not. I walk away from the counter of my local Dole Pineapple soft serve dealer. The attendant yells at and calls the police, but I am too quick. Nothing can keep me from my stolen Dole Pineapple soft serve.

#I came up with this in the shower

[pxwils]

stranger: you’re going to hell

me: god, I hope not. I’d sure hate to have to see you again.

#I came up with this in the shower #don’t ask me why or how #witty comebacks #happy pride 🌈 #use this whenever you need to

[random-letters-i-just-thought-of]

Random Codywan headcanon:

After many complains and some pressing by the Jedi for some more gear for the clones than only the bare essentials, every clone is reluctantly equipped with one sweatshirt-like black by the kaminoans. Officially for "colder temperatures", inofficially (intended by the Jedi) for comfort and to give the clones at least a tiny little opurtinity to custumize their outfits. (Let's just pretend they have time for that in the midde of a war)

And after the complains that the standard-blacks aren't distinctable enough to actually belong to one clone, because they get all mixed up after the next wash anyway, each of these sweatshirts comes with a embroidery reading "Property of insert Clone's number".

Of course the Clones are not having that. In the 212th, a small group of dedicated Clones make it their mission to redo every single one of these embroiderys and replace the number with the clone's name before the sweatshirts are delivered.

Anyway, Cody doesn't end up really wearing his. Not because he doen't like sweatshirts, but because it's just a little to tight to his taste. It does, however, perfectly fit Obi Wan, who's a bit leaner than Cody, so he ends up frequently stealing it. (It gets cold when they're doing paperwork together until late at night and he's not going to walk all the way back to his own room just to get one of his).

Cue, emergency council meeting on one of these evenings and Obi Wan's called to give a quick report, so he's standing there in the middle of the meeting, "Property of Cody" embrodied on his back and chest. Mace is just staring him down in true "Are you f*ing serious? I'm so f*ing done" fashion and the other masters can hardly hold back their giggling. Cody, who's standing in the background of the call, is embarrassed and blushing like crazy when he gets what's going on. Obi Wan is beaming. He thinks it's hilarious. He wears the sweatshirt to every single council meeting from now on.

#I don't know if this makes sense #welcome to todays round of 'I came up with nonsensical star wars scenarious in the shower' #Let's just pretend there are sweatshirts in Star Wars #codywan #star wars #the clone wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #clone wars #star wars the clone wars #clone troopers #jedi shenanigans #jedi

[anonymous-dentist]

It's a rainy Saturday evening, and Cellbit is alone in his apartment agonizing over his bills yet again (it's hard to pay rent when you're a convicted felon unable to hold a goddamn job.) His dinner is cold and uneaten in front of him, and the news is playing quietly on his phone on the other side of the room: another bank robbery, oh, wow, cool.

Cellbit, as usual, is completely alone. He's an orphan, he has no friends, his neighbors are all either dead or at work. No pets. No one.

He glances up from his bills when there's a light knocking at his door. With one last look at the bullshit in front of him, Cellbit pushes back from the kitchen table with a sigh. He cracks his neck, messes his hair up, grimaces and flattens it again, and then he goes to answer the door.

He opens the door to thin air.

And then he looks down and sees a young boy in an oversized yellow football jersey looking up at him through his hair, a smile on his face.

"Uh," says Cellbit. "Can I help you?"

The boy sticks a chubby hand out, rocking back onto his heels. "Hi, I'm Richarlyson!"

Cellbit only hesitates a little before crouching and sagely accepting the hand and shaking it. (He likes kids, so what?)

"Where are your parents, Richarlyson?" he asks.

Richarlyson's smile only widens in response. "Right here! You're my dad!"

Cellbit laughs, he can't help it. "Yeah, funny."

He stands and puts his hands in his pockets. He looks down the hallway and sees nobody, not even any of the usual rats.

"I'm being serious!" Richarlyson huffs. He stomps his little foot, cheeks puffing out in annoyance. "Here, I'll show you!"

And then he pushes his way into the apartment, ducking past Cellbit and running to hop onto Cellbit's couch. He pulls his backpack off and starts filtering through it without a care.

Oh, God, no.

Cellbit follows Richarlyson in and closes the door behind him, reaching for his phone on the table and closing the news. He can-not have some random runaway kid in his apartment, that's basically a jail sentence already.

"See, once upon a time there were all these fairy tales, right?" Richarlyson asks. He pulls a hoodie- blue, oversized- from his backpack and tosses it aside. "But then they all disappeared!"

"Fairy tales," Cellbit politely says. "Right."

"But I know what happened to them! The Evil King made them all lose their memories, including-"

"Don't you mean the Evil Queen?"

Richarlyson frowns. "Don't be sexist."

Cellbit blinks, mildly taken aback. His finger hovers over the phone app, ready to call the police. When Richarlyson isn't looking at him.

"Anyway," Richarlyson continues, turning back to his backpack, "as I was saying, the Evil King cast a spell and made everybody forget who they were, including you."

...So maybe Cellbit should call an ambulance instead.

But, before Cellbit can try anything, Richarlyson makes a triumphant noise and pulls a big, heavy-looking storybook out of his backpack. He hops off the couch and runs to Cellbit, holding the book out for him to take.

Cellbit looks at the book, and then he looks at the kid, and then he looks at his phone and starts calling the police.

Richarlyson shouts and slaps the phone out of his hand. "No! Listen to me!"

Cellbit scowls and bends down to pick his phone up. "I'm calling your parents."

"Are you deaf?" Richarlyson demands. He smacks Cellbit hard upside the back of his head with his book. "I just said you're my dad!"

Cellbit yelps and clutches the back of his head, still crouched. He glares at the kid.

"I don't even know you," he says.

"Yeah, because the Evil King made you not know me. He made everybody forget, and now everybody is in danger! You need to come help everybody before it's too late!"

"I'm not a hero," Cellbit tells him. He snatches his phone up again, finally. "Which of your parents can I call? It's either them or the police, and I do not want to deal with them tonight."

(Especially not after they caught him trying to feed the stray cats outside of the bus station earlier that evening, ouch, he's going to be sore in the morning...)

Richarlyson's eyes light up. "You're a criminal? Cool!"

"Not cool. Crime is not cool."

(It is.)

"You're supposed to be a hero, though," Richarlyson muses. He frowns again, thoughtful. He drops to the ground, cross-legged, and he opens his book and starts flipping through it. "I remember reading that."

Okay, no phone number from the kid himself. That's fine. Cellbit likes to fancy himself a bit of an amateur detective (he's played enough Ace Attorney for it, anyway.) He can find the number himself.

While Richarlyson reads, Cellbit sneaks around him and tiptoes to the couch. Picking up the kid's abandoned backpack, Cellbit starts silently going through it looking for any kind of identification- a bus pass, a school I.D., anything.

"What's your last name?" he asks.

"Dunno," Richarlyson responds, nose deep in his book. "None of my dads really have one. Unless you do?"

He looks up, wide-eyed and hopeful.

Cellbit carefully hides the backpack from view.

"Legally, no," he answers. "But you should know that if you're really my son."

Richarlyson glowers. "It's not my fault the Evil King sent you all the way over here instead of letting you stay with us!"

'Us', okay, that implies a family. That's a good start.

Cellbit relaxes against the back of the couch. "With you, you and your mom?"

"Nope, me and Pai Forever and Pai Felps and Pais Tazer e Craft and Mãe Bagi."

Cellbit blinks. "So I'm not your father."

"No, you are. Now shush, I'm researching."

Richarlyson puts his finger to his lips; Cellbit acquiesces, miming pulling a zipper across his lips.

Speaking of researching...

Cellbit starts rummaging through the backpack again. Now that he has some names to work with, it'll be easier to find some kind of identification, right?

His hand brushes against a hard piece of plastic tucked into the backpack's front-most pocket. Bingo.

Pulling it out, Cellbit looks it over until he finds a 'Forever' and an address, but no phone number.

Quesadilla City, hmm. That's unfamiliar.

"Found you!" Richarlyson announces.

He runs to Cellbit's side, book clutched to his chest. He hops onto the couch and sits next to him, legs swinging as he places his book in his lap.

Cellbit has always been a painfully curious man, so he can't help but look down and see what fairy tale Richarlyson has decided he is.

His face falls.

Puss-in-Boots.

"Yeah, no," Cellbit scowls. He stands and drops Richarlyson's backpack onto the floor, heading to the kitchen to grab his jacket off of the back of a chair and his keys from off of the counter. "You're going home. Get your stuff."

"So you're gonna help?" Richarlyson asks. He does, at least, start packing his bag up again.

"No, I'm taking you home, and then I'm coming back here to my home so my landlord can kill me when I don't pay my rent this month."

"What, you're broke?"

"I'm not discussing my financial situation with a child."

"Even though I'm your son?"

Richarlyson scurries to the door, waiting for Cellbit to open it before rushing out into the hallway.

"You aren't my son," Cellbit sighs. He shuts and locks the door behind the two of them, already grimacing at how much he'll have to pay for gas trying to get Richarlyson to wherever Quesadilla City is. "I've never even had a partner."

"Not here, you haven't."

Cellbit trips over his own shoelace, bristling at Richarlyson's giggle.

"Come on, let's go! You've got a world to save!"

Cellbit yelps as Richarlyson grabs him by the arm and starts pulling him out of the building and towards the parking lot.

Fairy tales, yeah, right. Cellbit's lived long enough to know better than to believe in happily-ever-afters, let alone evil kings or fantasy curses. Happy endings aren't real. Especially not for him.

-

Or, the Once Upon a Time AU

#lost fairy tale au #guys i came up with this au in the shower earlier and couldn't stop thinking about it #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.

[fandomdancie]

Rarer BG3 pairings* based on common narrative threads

* not (just) romantic pairings!

Astarion/Lae’zel: “you were made to be consumed”

Shadowheart/Wyll: duty vs. self

Wyll/Lae’zel: a warrior’s hands, a poet’s heart

Gale/Karlach: when loving someone brings you to the brink of destruction

Karlach/Lae’zel: set apart from my kin/a stranger even among family

#i’m sure there’s more #but this is what came up while I was in the shower #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #wyll ravengard #astarion #shadowheart #lae'zel #karlach cliffgate #literal shower thoughts

[luzisahomosexual]

The foxes just won another game. Neil waddles over to Andrew to celebrate using his racket cos he’s so exhausted. When he gets there, he smiles at him before falling to the floor. Without a word, Andrew sits down in front of him. They both sit there silently, staring into each others eyes with their foreheads pressed together.

And that’s how the press and fans started speculating about their relationship😋

#I can’t write for shit but they have been taking up 99% of my thoughts for the past 2 weeks and #I keep imagining lil scenarios like this so thought I’d post one if idk #this is probably rlly cringe but wtva💀 #HELP THEY HAVE CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY #I CANT GO 10 MINUTES WITHOUT THINKING OF THEM #AND THE BOOKS IN GENERAL #I GET HYPERFIXATIONS ALL THE TIME BUT THEY ARE RARELY AS INTENSE AS THIS😭 #the last time it was this bad was when young royals s1 first came out and #I felt physically sick if I wasn’t watching the show #like literally #I had a shower and after it I was literally rolling round on the floor cos I felt so sick #love that #yey autism #woop woop #andreil #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil have taken over my life

[watcheraurora]

Tango, Etho, and Doc should build a stage and auditorium and give a presentation on redstone. Call it a TEDtalk

#TangoTek #ethoslab #docm77 #Hermitcraft #Tango Tek #Etho #get it? #T(ango)E(tho)D(oc)talk??? #thank you for coming to my TEDtalk #feel free to boo me off the stage now #I came up with this in the shower at near midnight cut me some slack #also the presentation needs to be IN Tango’s redstone shop

[puppyeared]

Forever and ever

#wip!! one direction fools gold came on while I was in the shower and listen… LISTEN #omg not me searching up anatomy references.. not me digging thru my unused anatomy ref folder 🫢🫢 #I tried to give macaque straighter posture here on purpose based on the flashback. he seems more serious than Swk so I wanted to convey that #thru body language. although I am torn between one being taller than the other but I like giving them their own features so they stand out #ANDDD .l think I finally figured out how I want to draw their sideburns now sort of!! fuck their hairlines though I’m never gonna learn how #to draw that shit 🗿. I also have another drawing of mk based on one specific frame during his fight with azure. like he’s sort of crouching #crouching on all fours and leaning away from the camera like the Akira bike slide but as a monkey. idk how to describe it but I wanna see #how far I can go with that one. idk if I’ll finish it thought but it looks SO COOL in my mind #my art #myart #doodles #shadowpeach #lego monkie kid #lmk #monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #lmk wukong #lmk swk #lmk six eared macaque #lmk macaque #idk if this counts as #lmk s4 spoilers #Lego monkie kid season 4

[tequiilasunriise]

In terms of Wenclair nicknames, I believe in ‘Enid using Willa’ supremacy and φεγγάρι μου (‘my moon’ in Greek) is especially beloved to me, but I also love little shit Enid who calls Wednesday any day of the week EXCEPT Wednesday (“Hey, Monday!” “What do you think about this Sabbath?” “Oh thank god you’re here Friday”) and it annoys her favorite murder goth to NO END but slowly said murder goth becomes endeared by her roomate’s antics as feelings start to tumble and bloom away. Besides ‘my moon’, I can also see her calling Wednesday ‘silly raven’ in Greek.

Meanwhile, Wednesday has this wholeass evolution from shit like “mutt” to way softer nicknames because Gomezifcation™️ is a powerful thing. She starts to pine and internally call Enid her Alectrona (a greek goddness of the Sun, known for sunrise or ‘waking from slumber’, a perfect combo of how Enid brings light to Wednesday as well as her inner wolf finally waking up), but slowly she starts using it out loud along with “mi sol” (‘my sun’, Spanish), “mon petit chiot” (‘my little pup’, French), and “la mia vita” (‘my life’, Italian). Enid melts everytime without fail and stutters in Greek and honestly? Who could blame her when Wednesday has that passionately lovestruck shine in her eyes as adoration drips from devout lips.

#ur honor love is stored in the nicknames both shitposty and softened #we love multilingualism in this household yes we do #tag more nicknames if u wanna!!! anything goes!! #greek enid strikes again #greek enid supremacy #gods the pre-release fandom was such a golden time i miss it fr fr #people didnt question where willa came from or why Enid is Greek like we were all in the know u know? #thats okay tho! we can still educate the masses nownwith silly silly headcanons #Wednesday becoming well versed in deep greek mythology to call Enid all of these references #compare her to different infamous events in olden lore and everything #saying shit like #‘Circe’s wrath holds not even the weariest of candles to the atrocities I would commit for you mi sol’ #Meanwhile Enid is over here tryna match Wednesday’s energy but her best bet on knowledge of greek mythology is her pjo fan roots #still makes Wednesday swoon regardless with how she never hesitates to shower Wednesday in affection #gods i am so ILL i am so so ill #its terminal ur honor i am BEDRIDDEN #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wenclair warriors rise up #wenclair #woewolf

[mementoasts]

[EXTENDED THOUGHTS OF BRUTAL PIPE MURDER]

#uhhh this uhhhhhh kinda got outta hand 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ these designs are very subject to change and likely will-- #--but wow they came to me quickly! anywhooo uhhhh toxic yuri #lena kelley #gwendolyn bouchard #the magnus protocol #tmagp #can someone tell me if this gets a ship name so i can tag it pls thnx xoxo #the void given form #i stayed up all night drawing this good loooord i needta go shower and then sleep