#let me know if you need anythign changed

[more-than-a-princess]

@ultfan asked: ❛ You're not who I thought you were. ❜ (this is giving early post-tragedy vibes, but if you can think of another verse to set this in go for it!)

The Fall of the House of Usher starters - Still Accepting from Mutuals!

She wasn't sure what she detested more: the fact that she'd, with the hammer in her hands, managed to hit a hole in the drywall of the currently-convalescing Mahiru Koizumi's cabin wall, or the fact Nagito Komaeda had both witnessed it and found reason to comment upon it.

Dropping the hammer and offending nail (well, it offended her in the fact that she couldn't hit the head of it for the life of her) into the corresponding toolbox, Sonia sighed and wiped the sweat from her brow. He seemed so unsure of everything: what to do, how to regard the rest of them, and now he apparently was dissatisfied with her. Or so Sonia thought, not that it would be much different from the Future Foundation representatives who took up residence on Jabberwock Island. In her paint and dirt-stained jeans, sneakers, and button-down shirt, Queen Sonia of Novoselic was the most spectacular example of failure.

"That rather seems like the theme to every member of the former Class 77-B," Sonia replied, turning to face him. A stack of framed photos leaned against the recently-painted wall, photos that Hajime had entrusted her to hang to welcome Mahiru back to her cabin once she was released from hospital. It was one of the few things he, and the members of the Future Foundation, could think for Sonia Nevermind to do that was both a necessity and didn't involve a catastrophe. It had taken two weeks for the newly-awakened survivors to realize that the former Ultimate Princess was useless at best in the kitchen, an outbreak of food poisoning at worst. Cleaning was also an exercise in frustration: she mixed up the cleaning products, overloaded washing machines, and could never figure out how to iron anything without deep, black iron marks in the fabric. She could perform basic first aid and assist Mikan, once she was awakened, in some hospital duties but she wasn't a qualified medical professional. Or a cook, or a cleaner, or a builder, or a fixer, or anything else they truly needed on Jabberwock Island.

She knew formal etiquette, how to carry on proper conversation, the right way to sit and stand and pour a cup of tea. How to dance a waltz and exactly which fork and knife and spoon to start with in a proper dinner service. She knew how to give speeches to an already-captive audience and organize charities with a team who did all of the hard work. Sonia Nevermind knew how to do all of that.

And yet, in a world after The Tragedy, it didn't matter. None of it mattered. The only negotiation she ever did now was with the Future Foundation, to extend her stay on Jabberwock Island in order to avoid returning to a recovering Novoselic, alone, where half the citizens believed she was brainwashed by Junko Enoshima and half wanted to bestow upon her Marie Antoinette's fate. In any case, the volatile state of the kingdom meant she'd be confined to Novoselic Castle, presumably for the rest of her life with the hope that her eventual heir would continue a once-admirable legacy, one she managed to fuck up all on her own. With her own two hands.

It's what they were good for it seemed: making a mess of things. Her country, Mahiru Koizumi's cabin.

"It is almost impressive, really," She continued, forcing a tight-lipped smile onto her face as she tried to ignore the hole in the wall behind her. To Sonia, it felt like it stared at the back of her head, another reminder of her lack of place in the new world. "I am quite adept at shooting a gun and applying first aid in the midst of any potential battle, but I cannot even seem to be a proper interior decorator. And I just wanted to do something kind for Mahiru-san when she is able to move in here: they did not trust me with the likes of fixing the porch or the plumbing, you see."

Her smile didn't reach her eyes. It never did, not anymore: there were too many regrets, too many reconciliations that had yet to come, too many people she'd hurt. Sonia brushed some loose tendrils of blonde hair out of her eyes, strands that had escaped the loose braid they'd been confined in. Maybe he just wanted someone to talk to, a friend. She used to be good at listening, allowing others to confide in her and advise where she could. She could try it again.

"May I help you with something, Nagito-san? If you feel the same as I do, I imagine you might be feeling like this is all rather...strange, to be on this island where our friends died. But that was all a dream: the reality of it is far more depressing."

#more-than-a-princess answered #ultfan #post neo world program verse #(The Fall from the House of Usher starters) #(Thank you for the ask! I agree it gives good post-tragedy vibes) #(I hope this starter works for you: let me know if you need anythign changed)

[seidenbros]

Don't Panic, I'm a Mechanic - Part 1 Lover's Lake

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie x Shy!Plussize!Bookstore!Reader

Warnings: modern AU, female reader, allusions to smut, fluff, insecurities (body image), I tried not to include anythign about yn's looks uncluding skin colour, so if there's anything you find, anything I can make better, please let me know, cause I wanna try to make you all enjoy this, best friend Steve, very shy y/n, teasing and petnames (princess), mutual pining, eddie &reader are 29/28 (let me know what I misses)

Word Count: 2198

Author's note: here we are, I'm not gonna have chapters in themselves, like the next part won't start exactly where this one leaves off. There might be shorter blurbs or longer parts, I don't know yet, but they will (hopefully) appear in order.

Summary: You like Eddie, Eddie likes you, but you are too shy and cannot talk to him properly. Especially not when he keeps teasing you. Meanwhile Eddie thinks you don't like him like that and just get flustered beause he teases you. A day at Lover's Lake suddenly brings a little change when Eddie sees what book you read and you get closer than you've ever been before.

Part 2

The unmistakable sound of a motorcycle made your ear perk up. It wasn’t just any motorcycle, you knew exactly who it belonged to. Even the sound of his motorcycle made your skin tingle and your heart beat faster. What it was about Eddie Munson that made you behave the way you did, you couldn’t tell, but he’d gotten to you the moment you’d set eyes on him.

For some time now, you’d been part of the same group of friends, because Steve had pretty much adopted you when you’d moved to Hawkins, Nancy had become one of your closest friends as well, and when you’d been introduced to Eddie after some time, he’d taken your breath away, and he’d occupied your thoughts and fantasies. But you were never able to say anything. Well, it was hard for you to speak at all sometimes, when he was around. With everyone else, it wasn’t a problem at all. You were witty, made them love, showed how enthusiastic you could become about something you loved, but with Eddie? Your mouth betrayed you, and you weren’t able to form coherent sentences sometimes. Especially not when he called you princess. Rationally, you knew that he called a lot of people that, but when he used that petname for you and gave you that little smirk, you were close to a heart attack. He was only teasing you, you knew that, but it still got to you.

Today, you spent the time with the others at Lover’s Lake. You’d planned this day ahead, so Steve had brought pizza and beer along, and you’d helped him carry everything, cause he’d picked you up and taken you along with him. You’d gotten into a bit of a rush in the end, so you’d just grabbed two books from your table to bring them along. You never left the house without a book, no matter where you went, even if it was just to go grocery shopping. Ever since you were little, you’ve stuck your nose in a book, so it was probably not a big surprise that you were working at a bookstore now. Whenever someone needed a book recommendation, they could come to you and ask you about it. There was a good possibility that you knew just the right book for everyone.

You sank lower in the water when you watched Eddie approach. While he walked, he pulled the helmet off, shaking out his locks. When he found your spot, he put down his bag as well as the helmet and took off his leather jacket. You felt your whole body heat up when he lifted his hands to put his hair into a low bun, his shirt riding up to reveal just a little patch of his stomach, but enough for you to see that little happy trail.

“What’re you looking at?” Steve’s teasing voice was close to your ear, making you jump slightly, before you duck under water completely, nearly letting out a frustrated scream. Steve knew you too well. Way too well, and he always managed to tease you like that when it came to Eddie. But he’d promised never to breathe a word about your feelings. Nancy had found out all by herself, and she had also promised you not to say anything. She only tried to encourage you to say something to Eddie. Yeah, but that wasn’t possible if you always managed to stumble over your words when it came to him. With everyone else, it wasn’t a problem at all, but Eddie…

When you came back up for air, Steve was grinning at you. Goddamn, you should have known that Eddie would be here as well, that he’d come by when he’d finished work for the day, but you’d somehow forgotten about the time, because you were enjoying yourself with the others. Otherwise, you would have been out of the water, wrapped in a towel or dressed again already when he got here.

There were days when you felt really good in your own body, but then there were days when you just wanted to vanish, when all the insecurities bubbled up. Usually those days were rare, and your friends hyped you up so much that you felt comfortable in going for a swim with them, in putting on a bikini and joining them. But with Eddie around, you somehow felt more aware of the size of your body. Not that you thought that Eddie would judge you, he was one of the least judgemental people you knew when it came to something like that, but… still, something in your head switched and made you want to put on some more clothes, or go swimming with a shirt over the bikini.

“I should… get out of the water,” you let Steve know before you swam to the edge and got out of the water. Eddie’s eyes were on you the moment he spotted you getting out, and he didn’t take his eyes off you. That was only more reason for you to walk quicker to grab the towel to wrap around your body. You didn’t want to be rude and sit down somewhere alone, you were friends after all, so you hurried to your clothes and put on the flannel you’d brought with you that hit you about mid thigh, grabbed a book from your bag, and walked over to Eddie.

“Hey Eddie,” you managed to say, before you sat down on the landing stage, leaving a bit of space between the two of you, dipping your feet into the water.

“Hello princess, already enough swimming fun for today?” Eddie tilted his head to the side, eyes roaming over your body until they focused on your eyes. God he really couldn’t get enough of looking at you. Especially when he saw you talking with someone else about something you really loved. Books most of the time. He just wished that you would talk to him like that, but there was something holding you back. He was pretty sure you didn’t like him all that much, at least that was the feeling he got, but Steve had assured him that this wasn’t the case. Steve, who always managed to make you laugh. Steve, who even made you squeal when started tickling you to make you loosen up. Steve who was always there to save the day for you.

Honestly, Steve was Eddie’s friend, a good friend even, but when he saw you two together, he couldn’t shake that feeling of jealousy that crept up on him. Rationally, Eddie knew that there was nothing going on between the two of you, but his poor heart didn’t really listen to that all the time. Especially not when you were so open and always smiling with Steve, and with him… you always seemed to have nothing to say, when he knew for a fact that you told wonderful stories.

“Yeah… just… need a break I guess,” you managed to say, focusing your eyes on the water in front of you, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“Too bad, I thought I could join you, but maybe I can convince you to get in the water with me again.” He smiled at you, his eyes scanning over your thighs, then slowly up your torso to your face. To the way your teeth bore into your lips, the way your nose scrunched up slightly before you answered.

“Yeah… maybe.” That was as good as he was gonna get, he knew that. But he was determined to at least get you talking a little bit, so he asked about the one thing he knew you were passionate about.

“Whatcha reading there?” Eddie nodded towards the book in your hands. Since you had no idea which book you’d taken, you simply handed it to him.

“Haven’t started reading it yet,” you managed to say, looking over at Steve, who asked you without a sound, if you were alright. You weren’t really, but that was because of your heart beating for the metalhead next to you. The guy who made you so nervous that you had trouble speaking. But apart from that…? So you nodded.

“See Jane Score,” Eddie read the title, turning the book over to read the blurb on the backside. You tensed next to him, figuring that you had grabbed the one steamy romance novel from the table. There had been five books altogether, all of them different genres, and you had chosen that one blindly. Fucking perfect. It was the second book in a series you had just started, and the first one had already made you squirm in your seat when you’d read it. Maybe because it combined ice-hockey and the steamy romance aspect. But now that Eddie held it in his hands, you felt your whole body heat up again, your flannel suddenly feeling way too tight and warm for this day.

“Sounds interesting,” he said, looking at you with a twinkle in his eye, when he handed the book back to you. “Should maybe give it a read myself.”

You took the book back from him, his fingers lingering on yours a moment too long, but you tried your best to ignore it, putting the book beside you.

“It’s not… it’s completely different from what you read most of the time, so… I-I don’t know…” You sighed, shaking your head.

“If I’ll like it? Gotta have to try to find that out. Besides, I wonder what makes you tick, what you enjoy.” He winked, before he slowly got up, rising to his full height, before he whipped his shirt over his head.

“W-What are you doing?” you asked, eyes wide with surprise, because you hadn’t expected this at all. For a moment, your eyes were glued to his stomach, before you were able to shake your head and rip your eyes from him and stop your mind from wandering. What he did to you with his mere presence was simply not fair.

“Getting in the water, what does it look like?” There it was again, that smirk that made your knees weak. “You gonna join me?” The soft smile on his lips, the pleading look in his eyes… you weren’t able to say no. Gone were your insecurities for the moment when you started unbuttoning your flannel again, while Eddie dropped his pants and pushed them aside.

“Lemme help you,” he offered, holding out his hand for you. Without thinking about it, you took his hand, expecting him to just help you up, but instead, he pulled you flush against his chest as soon as you were up. Your boobs were squished against his chest, your eyes set on his lips, slowly moving up to look into his deep brown eyes. God, you were sure, he could feel your heart beating, could probably even hear it.

“Hold your breath,” Eddie mumbled before he jumped into the water with you. You managed to do as you were told, but once beneath the cold water, Eddie let go of you, even pushed you slightly towards the surface, because he didn’t want you to swallow any water or lose your breath. He stayed below the surface a moment longer. When you came up, you gasped for air. The water managed to cool your body down a bit after everything Eddie had done to it, to you with his presence and the closeness just now.

Every single one of your senses was on high alert, your skin tingling, your heart racing, your thighs clenching together just because of Eddie. Eddie who was gone a moment longer before he popped up again a bit away from you, pushing the loose strands of hair from his face to look at you.

“You alright? Didn’t wanna tackle you like that.” A look of concern crossed Eddie’s face, but it was quickly gone when he saw the pretty smile on your lips.

“‘M alright… Was getting a bit hot anyway.” But that was not exactly due to the weather.

“Yeah… Yeah me too,” Eddie admitted, but he was quickly called over by Dustin and diverted his attention to his friend. He needed that, needed the distraction from you. because he’d pushed you away from himself beneath the water for a reason. A reason that was very prominent in his boxers right now, so he really had to cool and calm down, and definitely stop himself from thinking about your soft body beneath his, his hands all over you while he was buried deep inside you. Needless to say, you’d had the same thoughts being flush against him, but neither of you did anything about it, and instead, you’d be spending your evening in bed, writing up another scenario for your readers on tumblr with your original characters Wallace “Ace” and Heather… Steve was the only one who knew about that, and he was your biggest fan. He just had to blend out that you had modeled Ace after Eddie.

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Tagged a few of the people who asked about it and who I thought might be interested 💚 let me know if you want to be added or taken from this list 💚

#eddie munson #yes eddie munson drives a motorcycle in this #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x you #staffi writes #don't panic I'm a mechanic

[withacapitalp]

for the characters ask thing, bc ik you've been in your jonathan feels lately... jonthan! 💕

MACK YOU K N O W THAT I COULD TALK ABOTU JONATHAN FOR HOURS RIGH TNOW DO NOT DO THIS TOO ME MY MOST BELOVED BOY

favorite thing about them

JONATHAN! IS! SUCH! A! PROTECTOR! But seriously like the way he tries to shield Will and keep him believing in good when he has just been so thoroughly beaten by life???? Season one Jonathan deserved an award fr.....Jonathan really just puts everyone in his life first the best he can while not compromising who he is and that's really interesting to me

least favorite thing about them

Whatever the fuck they were doing to him in s4???? Jonathan being avoidant??? Jonathan??/ Jonathan who calls Nancy out left and right because ehe can and throws down with his mom in the middle of town??? THATS JONATHAN?? Nah it was weird

favorite line

"I love you. And there is Nothing in this world, okay? Absolutely Nothing. That will ever change that."

THIS IS JONATHAN so much of s4 made him really unrecognizable, but like Jonathan being this person for Will and not making him say anythign but still loving him as much as a person can love their brother??? yeah I am dead I love him sm

brOTP

Will and Jonathan obvi and Stonathan like I said for Steve!! But I also really love el and Jonathan's relationship? Like he always calls her his sister, and the hug when they reunite in s4? Yeah I think they have a really interesting dynamic as the two quiet ones

OTP

JARGYLE Give Jonathan a boy who loves him and doesn't need him to be the one in charge!! Jonathan lets Argyle take care of him?? and it's like really refreshing to get to see Jonathan not have to be the one who knows what to do always

Stoncy!!!!!! Okay like Each of them has their reasons for being the best part of Stoncy, but Jonathan and his quiet devotion and his strength??? yeah so so good

nOTP

Jancy? Ough I just think that Jonathan, who is so outwardly focused, and Nancy, who is so inwardly focused, really never worked together. Plus his crush on her borders on weird obsession and I don't like that she didn't care about getting him fired. Overall they're super dysfunctional

random headcanon

Jonathan doesn't like Hopper. It's not anything Hopper did, it's that Jonathan has really really bad relationships with men who are outwardly angry, and Hopper already had the deck stacked against him (am I writing a fic about this no no no I am not.....I am)

unpopular opinion

OUGH Okay so I think that this might be more of a Joyce unpopular opinion, but I think that Joyce and Jonathan have a really unhealthy relationship? At least a really flawed one. Especially in s1. like they pull back on it a lot after that season, but Jonathan parents her. I think its' that their relationship reminds me a lot of me and my mom, and it just makes me uncomfortable LMAO Like they have so much love but she puts so much on him, and then gets mad when he doesn't rely on her?? Like if she wanted him to rely on her, maybe don't treat him like your husband instead of your son.

song i associate with them

Should I Stay or Should I Go. Everyone says this is Will's Vecna song, but I think it's Jonathans LMAO Also House of the Rising Sun that is such a Jonathan anthem

favorite picture of them

NEVER GONNA BE OVER THIS SCENE

#MACK YOU KNOW HES MY BABY RN #lmaooooo #Mack 💖💍 #asks #answered #character ask game #Jonathan Byers #AKA THE MOST SLEPT ON CHARACTER #Liam speaks up #Writing(withacapitalW)

[hibiscera]

i have no inkling of anythign about where mr mind comes from, so if there isnt many canon facts about his planet, do you have your own thoughts and ideas about it?

Mela I need you to know I almost deleted this ask by accident and if I did I would have cried.

I have a LOOOOOT of thoughts about it!! In canon we know like... the bare minimum. In the original stories, he was just described as being from another nondescript planet.

But once they changed up the Captain Marvel character's stories when properly introducing them into the DC canon, they changed it so that Mr. Mind is from Venus! Which, I love, personally.

Somehow, even though he ended up the last of his kind in canon, and Venus is treated as a counterpart to Mars, I'm surprised they never did anything with him and J'onn... it's so obvious.

From what I've read, Venus doesn't get touched on a ton outside of Mr. Mind's introductory story in Power of Shazam, so. Time to talk about my personal interpretation. (:

Venus is just. A fucked up evil planet. It's like 800 degrees there. You can't walk 2 feet without tripping over a volcano. It rains sulfuric acid in the atmosphere. Venusians have fucked up and evil anatomy to make up for it, but like, in cute caterpillar form.

I think it's funny, because Mr. Mind would get to Earth and immediately be taken aback by how COLD it is. And when he sees snow for the first time... horrors.

I've talked a little about my ideas for Venusian society before, but let me see what I can think of.

Venusians generally don't trigger their metamorphosis unless they plan on breeding. The moths are huge in comparison to the general Venusian, so it would be inconvenient to have them all be moths when they have such tiny buildings they live in.

Fucked up and evil alien plants they can eat that have also adapted to the evil conditions of the planet.

Venusians were basically obsessed with collecting information from all across the universe, and had huge libraries of it. Since Earth is their direct neighbor, they had a particularly large library of Earth media, which basically ended up raising Mr. Mind after he hatched as the last of his kind.

Venusians have poisonous spines. Because I think it's cool. That has nothing to do with the planet itself I just wanted to mention it.

There's more, but. This would be very long. But it's always fun for me to ramble about... Worm...

#mir answers #dc hc tag #venusian tag #teacupchainchomp #THAKN YOU FOR ASKING WAAAAUGH

[adampascalfan]

Ok @djeterg19 and @tonyspep it' STORY TIME!

Ok so to start you need to understand that GH Soap Twitter has been at war with Michael Easton's very existence for years now. First it was that he came over from OLTL....then it was because they kept changing his character...then they liked Finn but then they turned on him when his character dumped Anna Devane for basically making it possible for Peter August to almost kill his younger brother Chase. And when the show killed off the character of Franco...but kept Roger Howarth and cast him as the BORING Austin Gatlin-Holt...somehow they decided that Michael Easton was behind that. (When Roger himself has said an exec at ABC HATED the character of Franco and basically forced GH to kill off the character.) and they are convinced that Beckyy Herbst hates him and their on screen pairing when she's never said anythign of the sort and he does nothing but praise her.

Background complete.

So yesterday in the run up to Steve Burton's return...a tweet crossed my dash that was "Say what you want about Steve but he has fans FIGHTING over which female should be paired with him unlike some other so called leading men" which a totaly dig at Michael which they think they are sooo clever with. (They also call his character Finn "Red Flag" constantly for the unforgivable sin of being concerned that Liz was having a mental health breakdown and contacted her SISTER about this.) So I quote tweeted it and said "It's because they get air time." (Which you know true)

So my friend Mala responded to me that she bet if/when Liz's story becomes ALL about Jason and she gets no POV they won't be calling Red Flag all day and they'll be totally cool with it. I posted the Kermit sipping tea gif to show agreement and went on my day.

Last night Mala tweets that she responded to ONE GH tweet today (Mine...she didn't name but it was me) and stan twitter had been dive bombing her mentions all day. And I pointed out that I....the person she was responding to...who made an equally snarky point about the whole thing...had gotten NOTHING all day...which means by the laws of Twitter...they had to be taking ME off the mention to just tweet her. So I pointed out that they KNEW they were wrong for that.

Well not two minutes after I pointed that out SUDDENLY I start getting responses to a tweet I had sent over 10 hours before...and SUDDENLY in the screenshots they were using to try to rile the masses MY orignial tweet she was responding to was there....

So let me expose you as dumbasses and make you mad for pointing out that you are being SELECTIVE at who you target...(And if you don't know Mala is a queer person of color who consistantly points out the lack of that voice in soaps and I'm me...white girl...and who were they attacking????)

so in conclusion...I got to do this...

to my least favorite part of Soap Twitter.

(It's all the same group that threw a collective shit fit that Amanda Settong and Josh Swickward have together decided they don't want to do full on love scenes..they're fine with fade to black, suggestive dialogue and implied stuff but they dont' want to do that and decided that Amanda is to blame for it and have been trying to get her fired so yeah I've been gunning for them for MONTHS now)

[alwaysdreamer-u]

What if i let the introusive thoughts win?

Then you'll be left in the VOID

↬Commissions || KO-FI ↫

So I saw someone post a thing on twitter where if you saw it you had to draw yourself as a villain, or show how you'll look.

And bum.

I had the idea of giving it a proper design, it's supposed to be a very bad and negative creature that takes control of the users mind and deteriorates it till the user is no more.

This idea came to me cause Dreamer is in all ways, shapes and form link to my mental health, to me she is the representation of my creativity, inspiration and all the good things i need to create art and stories.

And yes, she has negative emotions and thoughts every now and then, but if they get to extrem or to intrusive then she changes completly.

She becomes VOID. There is nothing and anythign that enters its territory just desapears.

So yeah, might develope it further, no idea... just know it exists and its something we can fight, since VOID id an entity anyone could be fighting against.

Also if you feel like it, draw yourself as a villain

#dreamer's oc #always dreamer art #oc

[poltergeist-coffee]

Hey, it's me again, I living in ask box now btw

I've already asked about your favela six headcanons, but how about the others? There somes you really like and wanted to share?

Like, I'ike the idea of the eggs getting traits of their parents. Which gets a bit chaotic with eggs like Pomme and Richarlyson, because they have a lot of parents

I could write abou them but it would be too long and probably a bit boring to read

Also, WHERE THOSE PHOTOS WITH THE EGGS ITEMS ARR COMING FROM??? School won't let me watch the streams:(

I'm confused because the eggs didn't left their items when they disappeared?(or they disappeared after some time I don't quite remember)

I miss Richas so much

WHERE IS THAT LITTLE DEMON???:(

Also I've just noticed because I saw someone talking about how Bagi says that the eggs might be something the federation did to keep the people on the island and such, but she talks a lot about them

Like, just yesterday she was talking about how would be to have Richas helping her build, yeah, he's already her son

- 🍽️

the richas photo bagi found last night!! i dont know where they're all coming from but its very suspicious

I NEED RICHAS TO COME BACK NOW TO MEET BAGI!! SHE HASNT MET HIM BEFORE BUT SHE ALREADY CALLS HERSELF HIS MOM AND TALKS ABOUT HOW IT SOUNDS FUN TO DO QUESTS WITH HIM IM So :(((

some of my egg hcs under the cut because its loooong ajnvjkasd

YEAAAH I AGREE one of my fav egg headcanons ever is that they can shapeshift

it's unconscious mostly/they don't realize, like the longer they hang out with certain people they'll take on traits of that person :))

so after like the first few days of getting the eggs they started to take on the appearances of their parents!!

for eggs like richas and pomme since they have so many different parents it's slightly different!

for me, richas looks the way he does because he was inspired by a bedtime story cellbit told him :)) one of the characters cellbit was describing richas loved a lot that he shapeshifted to look like that character!! his hair tho he kept to be a similar-ish texture to felps!!

so richas mimics his parents more though his personality, less with how he actually looks (his prosthetic leg tho was made by tazercraft)

for pomme i think it would be similar being inspired by a character in a bedtime story one of her parents told her. i think her hair would be blond when she first joined because she was closest with baghera but then it became split (like half blond hald brunette/brown) because she was getting close with aypierre and wanted to reflect that since he has a different hair color!!

she has star freckles like etoiles and her tail has a star on the end as well (at least in my design because i like to draw them human w/ dragon-ish features)

uhm some other hcs... i like to think that tubbo is a shapeshifter as well :)) i love shapeshifters sorry i love them subconsciously changing how they look to reflect they people they hang around a lot/love

his 'default' like appearance is to be part goat but he can also shapeshift to look like a dragon, a bee, and a bunch of creatures!!

philza being an avian is an obvious one <33 i love it sooo much he can't be anythign else to me

very briefly i thought it would be cool if qmike was like a triton from dnd (fish man) because cc!mike has a sleeve of super cool sea animal tattoos!!!!

speaking of dnd, i got this idea from somoene on twitter but qniki is a Tressym because she can get cat ears (like her skin) and wings (like her mascot? on her streams)

i like her as a tressym specifically because of the line in the dnd wiki that says "Tressym were carnivorous, like cats, usually hunting birds, rodents, and insects. However, they did not prey on baby birds or eggs." and qniki saying she would protect the eggs with her whole heart like right after meeting them <33

okay this is where i stop because this is too much KJNVJKANDA i have too many thoughts

#✉️ asks or whatever #🍽️ anon

[empire-at-war]

new year drabbles 7/7

this is probably the last of the bunch because i want to write other things for february, thank you so much everybody who volunteered their characters. :)

featuring @kiraia's Al'ethien and my Shavi,

aka two drunk guys with a blaster

~~~

"Wanna bet?" Al'ethien grinned and played with the credit chip, throwing it in the air and catching it in his hand. On his third throw, he missed the chip and it landed on their table where it spun around until Shavi snatched it.

Shavi held the chip between two fingers and inspected it, buying himself some time to think. He really, really couldn't afford to lose any more credits tonight, but there was no way the bounty hunter could actually hit the target at this distance. The guy had downed at least half a dozen of the strongest drinks served in this cantina. He shouldn't even be able to stand up straight with that much alcohol in his bloodstream.

“I'm in,” Shavi finally said with a wide grin of his own, casually ignoring the fact that he was probably too drunk to make any important decisions either. “100 credits. And try not to shoot the bartender.”

The bounty hunter stood, relatively steady, drawing his blaster. There were some gasps from the tables around them, but Shavi stayed calm, still convinced that this was a safe bet. The shot wasn't impossible, but the target was really small. There was no way the hunter would actually be able to...

Al'ethien fired his blaster and hit the ugly Hutt in the holo add straight right between the eyes.

“Somebody owes me 100 credits.”

Well, fuck.

Shavi grimaced. He was starting to realize that Al'ethien probably wasn't as drunk as he pretended to be and that he had probably just let himself be conned. He buried his head in his hands and groaned.

“Come on, I didn't expect you to be a sore looser.” The bounty hunter joked. “What about.... you give it a try? I bet another 100 credits on you making an ass of yourself.”

This time there was no internal debate. One look at the guy's smug smile and the matter was decided for Shavi.

He stood on wobbly feet, moving maybe a bit too fast as he felt the cantina around him slant and turn. He eyed the distance between the chair and the mirror and the hutt's ugly neon head above the bar and he wished he hadn't just downed that last glass of Corellian brandy. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...

“Watch me,” he exclaimed, words leaving his mouth before he could follow that thought to its inevitable conclusion. He raised his blaster, positioned himself and ignored the warning screech of the bartender in the background.

#kiraia #swtor ocs #new year drabbles #shavi #al'ethien #thank you so much for letting my use your hunter #I hope I did him justice #let me know if you need anythign changed #shavi omg #and this is why you should never drink and shoot

[akajustjessicajones]

@agentagent-coulson

No. 

That was all she could think. No. No, not here. No, not now. No, not again. But it was happening again, and that was a truth she could only deny for so long. With her chest constricting, hands trembling like she hadn’t a drink in three days, and her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would leave bruises -- there was no denying it.

Panic attack. Flashback. “Main Street,” she gasped out, but there wasn’t enough air to say the other street names. They didn’t work as well anymore, anyway, not since -- no. No, she wasn’t thinking about then. Not when the sound of a minor car crash, the squeal of tires, the smell of burning rubber, the screams and shouts, all took her back to that night. She was standing there, watching the two unharmed drivers scream at each other, and all she saw was blood.

Blood on her hands. Reva’s blood. His voice, telling her to come back, and then -- then the bus. Tires squealing. Wet pavement and blurry streetlamps. Screaming. 

Jessica closed her eyes tightly, arms wrapped around her stomach. She repeated street names desperately in her mind, but she couldn’t find the present this time. Not until she felt the hand on her back. She snapped up, slapped the hand away, and stumbled back. “Don’t touch me,” she snarled at the stranger. “What -- who even are you?” 

#coulson #coulson: flashback #[let me know if you need anythign changed!] #closed starter #tw: ptsd #tw: blood #tw: murder mentions

[youmustbestrongernow]

Hi, I am sorry I just saw one of your answers to that one ask and I have something to say to that. I really hope I am not intruding, rude or anything. I just don't know with whom I can talk about it. And you always seem pretty nice.

The thing is I grew up in a pretty heternormative world. So I always assumed that I am straight. There just was not another option. But since a few years I started guessing. Guessing that I might be bi? But that just doesn't really seem to fit. And I know one doesn't need to label themselves (I don't know if you have a label for your sexuality? It kinda sounded like pan but I am apologizing if I got that wrong. English is not my mothertongue, so mayhaps I misread!).

Because I don't think that gender plays a role in my attraction. I do think I just fall in love with a person (I do also think that I am demi).

And I don't know the point of my ask. But I needed to let it out.

Do you label yourself? Because I think that would give myself security, if I do know. But I also know a lot of people who say that pan is rude and the same as bi and unnecessary.

ah am i nice? i like to think i am, and you’re not intruding. seriously ,like i think just the awareness that it might be an intrusive question always softens it somewhat, because it clarifies the intent, you’re just asking a question, not demanding and that’s fine.

but also didn’t we all, well i did at least, i would say i was surrounded by a heteronormative world until i got to sixth form (16), i knew i wasn’t straight or anything, and i knew there were other options, although what i knew then was limited. like i didn’t have a lot of access to resources to educate myself otherwise. and still being surrounded by everyone else who was, didn’t have me shouting it from the rooftops or anythign. being different in school is never what you want so i get that.

still it’s good to guess and figure yourself out and you can change that label as much as you want as you learn about yourself, but you’re right i am pan, for me it’s always about the person, regardless of their gender. like i said last night there’s things i sometimes like in different genders, but that doesn’t change the way i fall in love. i am also very very demi, and that one i figured out a bit later, the pan thing was just like yeah that’s me, but the demi thing was like woah, a proper moment where it all clicked.

but there doesn’t need to be a point to your asks, just let it out, it’s so good to kind of talk yourself through it, that’s what my answers always are, like well done for understanding what i was getting at last night in my rambly way, especially if english isn’t your first language, because i know i was barely making sense (i was weirdly tired and wide awake)

but i do label myself pan, when the opportunity arises (like i have a little pan planet sticker on my laptop right now that i can see) but yes if i was describing myself that would be one of my labels. i feel like i have a lot of things that i am and sometimes i worry that it’s too much, but to be honest i’m at a stage in my life where i don’t care, i can be who i want, who i am you know? so i think if it gives you security you should use it, you clearly want to. i’m lucky that i don’t know anyone like that, or if i do they’ve never had a go at me. but if people are rude about who you are they’re the bad guys, you’re not wrong you know? even if you don’t feel strong enough to argue with them, it doesn’t take away who you are, i believe you when you say you’re pan

#like seriously you (or anyone) can come talk to me about this shit #whenever you want #like i'm not particularly wise or anything #but i like to think i'm super supportive #and will always cheerlead you on your journey's of discovery #or just listen as you figure yourselves out #i dunno it's kinda cool that you came to me #Anonymous #ask theo

[guusana]

Ive been thinking some messy thoughts about Rex’s mindset at the beggining af season 7, when Echo’s arc comes up and Rex is absolutely adamant on going on a wild hunt on some hunch he had, which is a bit uncharacteristic of him. Rex, as the rest of the 501st and their general, is prone on going on difficult suicidal missions and coming up with reckless ideas that eventually work out, but he is arguably pretty level headed and by-the-book. He believes in the GAR, he believes in the chain of command, and he is often wary to challenge it. Most importantly he believes in Anakin and that trust is reciprocated, so he has really no reason to go against this mindset.

He talks about this to Cut Lawquane in season 2, and later on with Fives on the Umbara arc on season 4. Rex believes in the system, not because he’s been engineered to believe in it, but because it means something to him.

By season 7 however... the system has failed Rex one too many times.

(this got super long and rambly so im putting it under a cut) 

  He saw Pong Krell decimate his men for no reason, while he could only grit his teeth and impart orders he knew were wrong. He went along with Krell because he felt it was his duty and because so far, the system had worked. He was constantly challenged by Fives, and then almost loses him and Jesse because of this (and yes, he did try to get punished on their behalf, but only after directly telling them that if they were caught he would be powerless to help them), they lost Hardcase, and then he tragically lost his brothers and had his men kill Waxer's men because Rex went against his instincts and followed orders instead. He was forced into a mutiny, and even at the very end when he has to execute Krell, he is unable to do it. (Even three seasons later, when Order 66 forces his to turn against Ahsoka, Rex' hands physically shake when they are being pointed against someone he feels he needs to be loyal to.) We see a glimpse of Rex's struggles a the very end of the Umbara arc, but it's never really brought up again.

On season 5, when Ahsoka is framed for murder and tried, we see Rex constantly telling Fox that she would never do the things she is blamed for, but ultimately he still follows Anakin to try and retrieve her, and while he knows Anakin trusts Ahsoka, Rex never really does anythign to actively help her. I know the narrative only focuses on Anakin at this point, but by season 5 Rex and Ahsoka's bond has been firmly established and we know that being ordered to chase his friend must have been as painful to Rex as it was to Anakin.

And then season 6 happens. Fives is also framed for attempted murder, against the Chancellor of all people. I can imagine how that conversation with Anakin went, after Kix told Rex about his encounter with Fives at 79s, and it musn't have been easy. Anakin was Palpatine's close friend after all, and I figure Rex must have had to practically beg Anakin to let Fives make his case before they brought him to the Chancellor. And Anakin tried but he's not level headed and he's not nice to those who threaten his friends, and Rex had to stand, powerless, and watch how Fives was killed for it. Fives dies in Rex's hands, telling him how he was only trying to do his duty, and Rex knows. He knows because he knows Fives like he knows himself, and again he chose to follow orders, and he saw yet another friend fall through the cracks. But, what changes here, and we don't get to see this until season 7, is that Rex still files a grievance report, even tho he knows it will fall on deaf ears. At this point, I think, Rex's autonomy starts to really take off and is what ultimately allows him to fight Order 66's command long enough to tell Ahsoka about it. He is expecting something to happen because his trust on the system has been broken.

Which brings me to season 7. Rex is sure he's going to find Echo, despite everyone's doubts, including Cody's. I think he struggles with this certainty, for he is very used to do as he's told, but choses to go with it, and is rewarded when he turns to be right. Rex is unwavering in his faith for Echo when they finally do find him. He has learned what true loyalty means: not the system, but the people. And it really breaks my heart that Echo chooses to stay with the Bad Batch at the end, but I think at this point Rex understands better than ever the importance of making choices based on your instincts and what you feel, rather than on an imparted sense of duty.

Furthermore, what I loved about the mandalorian arc of season 7 is that Rex follows Ahsoka not because she is her commander, because at that poinst she isn't, but because he trusts her and he is loyal to her out of his own volition. Rex is there, waiting for Ahsoka when she comes back, with their men and their painted helmets, and he looks so fondly at her when showing her them. Ahsoka is Rex's friend outside of any form of hierarchy or military order. He chooses to be loyal to her, he chooses to follow her even after she disables his chip, when it would have been much easier to just turn Ahsoka in instead of fighting an entire garrison of his brothers to get her out, because at that point Rex has seen too many friends fall to understand that blindly following orders and real loyalty are two very different things.

My point is that Rex's arc was one of self liberation and breaking out of a mandatory mindset and finding the courage to trust his feelings, and we see it play so beautifully through the seasons.

#star wars #the clone wars #captan rex #tcw #tcw meta #sw meta #me rambling about rex basically #i love him and i just want him to be happy #pls dont expect any good grammar cause youll be disappointed

[kirishwima]

Can I have all with then helping you take care of curly hair ?

yes!!! im a fellow curly-haired person and my dude......it’s a StruggleTM

I didn’t add Saeran, but if you’d like me to write for him too let me know! :)

YOOSUNG:

* Honestly, as a kid he loved to try and braid his sister’s hair, even if he always ended up tugging at her locks until she got mad at him lol

* So when he heard MC’s groan of furstration from the half-open bedroom door, he gingerly peeked his head into the room, smiling at the sight; his beloved, sitting on the bed cross legged in their bath robe, a hairbrush stuck in their slowly-drying wet curls. 

* MC looked at him, exasperated as they pointed to the brush still stuck in their hair, defying gravity at all costs. 

* “Do you see what I have to deal with? I swear, I should just shave my head and get this whole mess over with” they groaned, and Yoosung laughed as he walked to sit besides them, leaning to kiss them on the corner of their lips.

* “Can I try brushing it for you? I don’t know if I’ll be any good but-I want to help!”

* Hesitantly, MC nodded; they knew that it was probably a bad idea, that even if Yoosung meant well he might end up tangling their thick curls more than they already were, but his hopeful look, the small shy smile he gave them-how could anyone say no to that face?!

* So Yoosung sat on his knees on the bed behind MC, gently pulling curls away from the hairbrush to try and tug it off of MC’s head. Surprisingly...it didnt’ hurt all that much. Sure, when he finally tried to pull the brush off of the remaining strands of hair MC could feel the pull, but Yoosung’s movements were so slow and light, MC sighed a sigh of relief. 

* As he seperated their hair into small sections, brushing through their hair so slow the ministrations felt almost like a massage, MC felt their eyes flutter shut. Was there such a thing as being a pro in hair brushing? If so, Yoosung should win all awards for that-MC would see to that, no matter what.

* Once Yoosung was done with the back and moved to the final strands framing MC’s face, he noticed how slump their body became, how as he shifter they lolled onto him, their head on his chest as they slowly fell asleep. He smiled, setting down the brush to tug MC closer to him, letting them rest on his chest. He’d be sure to ask them to brush their hair every day from now on.

ZEN:

* You’d think he’s a pro at hair brushing considering his long rat tail-ehm, ponytail. 

* (I have a personal vendetta against that ridiculous ‘pony tail’ im sORRY-)

* Whilst he always has hair ties and hair beauty products laying around, he’s actually the WORST person MC could ask to help them style their thick curly hair-his was so silky soft and straight, he literally barely had a used for hairbrushes. Instead, MC was left to suffer, lathering product after product on their hair to keep their curls prim and proper, preforming a whole ritual when it came to brushing their hair after a shower.

* Zen, bless his sweet loving soul, he tried to be helpful-he’d bring MC shampoos specific for curly hair, would look online for hairstyles they could do, but when it came to actually helping MC tame their curly head-that’s where he became a clumsy mess.

* He was so afraid of accidentantly tugging on MC’s hair, that he nearly refused to touch their head at all. If he saw MC struggling to tie their hair in a pony tail, loose strands falling out of their grip, he’d simply point it out to them, refusing to actually touch their girls-what if he pulled on it and MC squealed in pain? He’d never forgive himself for that.

* However, late at night, when MC would be asleep-he’d gingerly run his fingers along their soft curls, smile to himself as they shuffled closer to his hand at the sensation; it’s something he didnt’ allow himself in the morning light, but here, with MC asleep, and with his hands moving ever so gently, he knew it’d be impossible to hurt them-not if the way they nuzzled into his hand was any indication.

* Seriously though, Zen, PLEASE just help poor MC next time you see them struggling to braid their hair. It’s just hair for God’s sake just-help them out! They won’t bite!!

JAEHEE:

* As a girl with very short hair, she actually has a hair-care routine that rivals any lazy man’s; she uses an all-in-one shampoo-conditioner, much to MC’s horror, and just simply dries her hair with a towel then lets them be. No hair care oils, no special shampoos, nothing. She just....lets them be.

* Well, not under MC’s watch she won’t-MC is actually the reason why Jaehee eventually let her hair grow out into the gorgeous wavy locks she now has-she saw the special care MC took with their curls, how they even used specific satin pillow cases so their hair wouldn’t frizz up, and Jaehee looked to her own hair, tugging at a strand with a soft frown.

* Eventually, she shyly asked MC for advice-her cheeks went bright red as MC smiled and took a hold of Jaehee’s hand, taking her to their favorite beauty store to look at products that could match Jaehee’s hair.

* Once Jaehee’s hair started growing longer, they actually set up a small daily ritual together-they’d help each other brush their hair after a shower (”Never brush dry hair!” MC would chastise Jaehee, and she’d simply nod, never really asking why-not until one day, she saw MC purposly combing through their dry curls for a 70s’ themed party, lol), they had their favorite hair oils and dry conditioners on the bathroom coutner, ready at all times-Jaehee considered these times an intimate quiet moment between the two, happy to have someone she loves to build a routine with.

* At some point the two decided to dye their hair together-they worked at their own coffee shop, they were their own boss, so there was no one around to tell them not to go crazy with their hair, right?

* So Jaehee chose a gorgeous ombre for her hair, starting as her natural colour on the roots, ending into a deep purple on the ends; and MC chose a vibrant blue, ‘to match their bright personality’ as Jaehee put it. 

* Seeing kids stop and look at their hair in awe always brought a smile to Jaehee’s lips; and seeing MC smile as bright as they did, their blue curls framing their face, she felt her heart swell with love.

JUMIN:

* Honestly...he has every good intention, but MC should never, EVER let him near their hair.

* He’d love to run his hands through MC’s curls, yet everytime he tries to, his fingers end up stuck inbetween locks, eliciting a soft hiss of pain from MC-he always apologizes, and MC never chastisies him for it, but damn did it hurt! 

* Sometimes he’d see the strenuous process MC went through to comb their hair after a shower, how they’d yell curses at the brush when it got stuck in their hair-he frowned at that, wondering what he could do to help MC with their struggle.

* “Darling”, he decided, “I’ll hire a personal hair stylist for you. You’ll never have to yell insults at a brush ever again.” 

* Jumin...no. MC explained there was no need for that, their hair was just naturally the way it was and there’s little to be done about it. 

* “Then I can find the best hair stylist to make your hair permanently straight. Would that help?”

* “No!” MC looked to him; they explained how they appreciated the sentiment, but even if it was a pain in the butt sometime, they loved their natural hair-there’s so many people paying to have curls like they do, and they have the privilege of having them naturally-it’s something they got from their parents, something that links them to their family, and they’d never want to alter it permanently in such a way. 

* Jumin hummed, but nodded, and instead decided to be the best um, hair...hair-supporter he could be. He’d buy the best products for curly hair he could find, not-so-discreetly putting them in MC’s stuff, buying anti-frizz hair brushes, and even changing all their pillows into specific, satin ones so that MC would never have to wake up with a frizzy head ever again.

* Honestly, 10/10, this man just wants his beloved to be happy and he’ll do his best to do that, give him some credit

SEVEN:

* He’s the type of person that CONSTANTLY gets bored with his look, and the easiest thing to change is your hair, so...

* ...So he’ll have a different hair colour every other month. From neon pink to darker than the night sky, this boy has tried every hair style and colour under the sun.

* He has never, ever dealt with curls as pretty as MC’s before. He’ll compliment their hair constantly, and will often try and tug at their curls to see them recoil like a bouncy spring-MC would simply look at him with distaste, but soon smile as they see the fascination in his big bright eyes. 

* He wants to match MC’s pretty hair too!!

* Of course he’ll let his hair grow out a little longer so he can curl them, burnign his hand on the curl iron more than once-eventually he’d ask for MC’s help with a defeated tone as yet another faield curl frizzes and goes limp on his head, unable to stay as thick and curly as he’d like it to be.

* So rather than him helping MC take care of their hair....MC would be the one to style his hair and curl it, dousing it with hairspray to keep the curls in place-and boy, the excited look on Saeyoung’s face is so, so worth it.

* “Baby look! We match now!” he screams, hugging MC as he hides his face in their curls and yeah-he’s a big idiot alright, but he’s their idiot.

V/JIHYUN:

* He’ll constantly compliment MC’s curls, smilign whenever he sees how they bounce as they turn their head this way and that-it’d frequently become a muse for his drawings, which let’s face it, would feature MC 90% of the time.

* He’d never personally suggest he help MC brush or style their hair-he doesn’t know anythign about curls, and would hate to do anything to hurt or ruin MC’s hair.

* If MC asks though, he’ll be there in an instant-he’s so gentle and if MC asks him to help brush their hair, he’ll hold them form high up near the roor and brush them with his wrist behind the locks for support, instinctually knowing how to brush them without hurting MC.

* Don’t ever ask him to braid hair though-while he’d love nothing more than to do beautiful intricate braids on MC’s head, he finds it impossible to seperate their curls enough to form sections to braid-MC would instead probably end up with a sad excuse of a pigtail...but well, A for effort, right?

* This poor bean is trying his best though, so cut him some slack. He’ll even go online and look at tutorials so he’ll be prepared for the next time MC asks for help! 

* Might jokingly ask if MC would like to dye their hair to match his-if they do, he’ll be so shocked but also happy because hey-they match!!!

-send me a mystic messenger headcanon/scenario for characters reactions!-

#curly hair gang uniteee #although mine's been tamer now that ive bleached and cut them lol #mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger prompts #mysme prompts. mystic messenger headcanons #mysme headcanons #write-for-your-life2

[bxstiae]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; mun & muse - meme.

tagged by: i took it from @wildshero tagging: anybody who wants to i guess.... um... @lupihero / @hyaciiintho / @origcmibird / @dansiere / @drakslay / @fellcarnate / @gerudofury / @aerialarcher​ / there i added people. 

fill out & repost ♥ this meme definitely favors canons more, but i hope oc’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. multi-muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is:   canon / oc / au ( dependent on verse ) / canon-divergent / fandomless

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO / MAYBE

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO / MAYBE

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. ( it honestly depends who you ask, and when in the story it is. )

How strictly do you follow canon?  — I follow enough canon to not change the plot, but its very VERY lore heavy. and it diverges post game as well. Not to mention there are some discrepancies with my Link as well. namely his eye colour. his personality is BIT more jaded than canon. but then again, he is a character that is ( in theory ) YOU. so its how YOU play the game. 

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  — i mean. idk im not really a sellout in general....?? he’s... extremely interesting in the fact that you have a tired man(tm) who’s just about done with the world at such a young age. he’s the hero of hyrule, and has done many feats. he has interesting stories to tell. and he’s not at all a boring person. he’s a bit quirky, has a fan-base, and overall, who WOULDN’T want to interact with link? i mean its LINK. after all... not to mention that he’s not really PREDICTABLE for the most part. I mean he is kind of but also not at all. I just??? i think a lot of people find him interesting? he’s also very attentive at times. you literally have to throw a rock and he will look your direction. 

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  — he is a selective mute. he WILL not talk. he will not approach you. you HAVE to approach him.... while he tends to be ‘OP’ he really isn’t. he’s still very much a human, and will react as such. its very hard to approach cause he has that ‘intimidating feel’ and lets not forget that he really does straight up ignore people if hey dont say anything to him. in that aspect it’s hard to interact with him. because its not like he ‘tunnel visions’ but he just wont pay attention to you if there is nothing to pay attention to. 

What inspired you to rp your muse?  — he’s been a muse for me since 2012. just always put on the backburner for a reason. but really? link was the ONE character that I could relate to. he was my go to guy. really. in high school, i struggled with friends and a lot of other things. but i pushed through. and honestly. link was ALWAYS a character that i turned to for that. it happened with Skyward Sword as well. when BOTW came out it was the same way. BOTW was my go to game in college because of link. so when i finally gt the wiiu version and started playing TP again, i was like. YEP im making him again. cause yes. the themes in TP are all themes that are right up my alley too. so of course i am going to find inspiration there. I ALSO found inspiration when i found some celtic music as well. I listen to msic when i write my replies. and when i was writing a reply on another blog. i found some celtic music and i just had THAT MOOD. 

What keeps your inspiration going? — the game. celtic music. honestly art. vines. anythign that reminds me of TP Link keeps me going. some of the interactions i have keep me going. the PLOTS i have keep me going.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO. 

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO. ( lol yea. )

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO. ( i mean i love to write drabbles tbh. I don’t think i have on link, but I would always LOVE to. though if you look at some of my asks, they can be considered drabbles. lololol i love to write. )

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO ( link is the ONE muse i never EVER lose confidence in. which is why he is such a strong character for me. link is me. straight up. and i think somebody asked me that too. he’s NOT a self insert but. i can relate SO much to him in so many ways. but i love the way i portray him cause he is very unique. i just hope that my confidence doesn’t SCARE duplicates and other people cause i would never want people to be intimidated by THIS fact that i am confident. )

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. ( lol yea. honestly i love to write. though my style always changed and sometimes i worry about that. cause sometimes i have prose and sometimes i dont. but im an adaptable writer which i always loved about myself. )

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. ( yea. both. i am both. im sensitive ooc but want to say shit about my portrayal. i don’t really care. say shit about me, and then i get upset and sad. )

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  — depends n the criticism. I say this all the time. theres constructive criticism. and then theres. just plain hate. I accept anything thats constructive. I want to know what i need to work on or what people would want to see. link is an ever-changing muse. i learn and grow and i will take anything thats told to me nicely without the hate.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  — PLEASE. jsut send them my way i LOVE all the questions and character development. you dont even have to be a mutual for that.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  — yes and no. i mean its my HC. you are allowed to disagree with my HC. hoenstly. thats the beauty of INTERPRETATIONS. i dont expect every TP link out there to agree with all of my HCs. so long as we can all be mature adults about it and talk normally with one another. we gucci. like we are allowed to have different HCs. and honestly. I would want to know because i would want to know what YOU think about the ‘canon.’ cause it’s different. i like those differences.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  — idk why they would? its link? its the protag. and in a way its supposed to be different for each person anyway??? its like taking Robin or Corrin from FE. like people are allwoed to disagree with the portrayal i GUESS? but i don’t understand why anybody would like stragiht up HATE the portrayal. its just different? idk. 

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  — see above tbh. but honestly. depends. do you hate him for the portrayal. or do you hate him cause of his character personality. like you’re allowed to interact with ‘bad’ characters. not that i think anybody would HATE link? but you know i could be wrong??? idk how to answer this cause what do you mean by hate? you can hate a character. but still interact with them??? idk how to compute this question???

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  — yes and no. honestly. i know i make mistakes. but i don’t want grammar nazi’s. i write to relax. the only time i would want people to tell me is if they were trying to figure out what i meant. does that make sense. like if they are confused on something. then its okay to tell me. otherwise if its something that is just a small mistake that you can ignore. then its no big deal. its also how you approach me too. like approach with caution. i am a delicate flower. so don’t attack me for making a mistake.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  i am VERY VERY easygoing!!! I want to say im VERY kind. i am very accepting and EXTREMELY FORGIVING. no joke. I want to be the kindest person out there. I dont want people to be intimidated by me. I don’t want people to be scared of hurt by me. hoenstly. I am a very nice person. I may have different opinions but i am VERY respectful to everybody even those i do not agree with. Nobody should ever feel weird about me like ever okay? please don’t. I never want bad blood. so if something ever happens between us. you are always ALWAYS more than welcome to come talk to me when emotions have fizzled out. I am very apologetic too. so like?? idk??? who would???? consider me??? and asshole??? im tired. and i shut my door fast but its mainly cause... i am tired. nothing else has to do with it. i am very excitable and happy for people who talk to me. i consider ANYBODY who talks to me a friend. im jsut??? no really. i know people are shy. but im over her a big tired ball of fluff. i only want love and happiness for people. anybody who’s talked to me can testify to this. ♥♥

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[anabe23bookwormstuff]

Who is Ben Solo? P.II

The crowd pushed Ben closer and closer to Finn again and Poe tried to make everyone stop.

"I'm not going to hurt anyone, and I'll take what any of you have to say about me. You think you are smart or strong for trying to provoque me? The strongest thing you could do is proving me wrong by actually helping with anything" Ben calmly spoke, not reacting to the screams or pushes he received.

"It's fine" he told Poe so he'll stop trying to reason with the angry mob.

"I think you should go for now. Let everyone calm down" Poe said to him in a serious tone.

"If they're mad now, they'll be mad tomorrow, and everytime they want to be mad. There's no use on pushing something that either way it's coming." He reasured him and encouraged people once again to tell them their opinions about him.

"This idiot is going to get himself killed" Maz whispered watching the conflict from afar.

Chewie argued beside her.

"You've heard the boy though, if you want to go and fight him or whatever, he is taking it." Maz said to him.

"He's just trying to show and figure out who he is Chewie, he's going to take it and resist just like Han woul've done it" she shook her head.

Back in Keetar Rey and Jannah had walked with the king arond the palace and the surrounding villages and the unease only seemed to grow inside Rey.

Of course, everything was pretty and she was glad that most people were doing fine, but why did it seem like they had no real urgency for her being there? Why was everyone so calm? Every time she tried bringing up their presence there the king would only elaborate on something else great about Keetar.

"Don't you think this is weird?" Rey asked Jannah as they had dinner. In Keetar people ate sitting on the floor and the was places on a very low, long table, there were at least fourthy people between the king and them, so Rey figured it would be okay for them to talk.

"What?" Jannah said swallowing her food.

"This. The walk, their calm...?" Rey gestured to the palace and the people around them, Jannah roller her eyes.

"So they are going slower, what's your problem? Did you not like the food or something?" she joked.

Rey shook her head and sinked a little, she sighed and pushed around her food trying to feel hungry.

After much more talk and being told by the king that tomorrow he'll show them the troopers camp they were sent to bed.

Rey changed and plopped on the big bed of her bedroom. This was the biggest and nicest room she'd ever seen, and it all felt so... foreign. It was weird, she missed the small four walls of her bedroom back at the base and her low matress, the desk filled with parts and things fro her to build with, D.O running around and the sound of boots going here and there every now and then.

She took a deep breath closing her eyes, trying to release her stress.

"You had a rough day?" A deep voice filled the silence and Rey covered her eyes with her arm.

"Rough would be a lie" she uncovered her eyes and rolled a little to the side to see Ben.

What? He had some bruises and she could sense his exahustion just by seing him.

"And where did you go? How did that happen?" she leaned on her arm and reached out to touch a particularly bad bruise on his chin.

He snickered a little.

"Why are you laughing?!" she slapped his arm, which only made him smile and rub the place she had hit, then he sat down, or that's what she supposed.

"Let's just say I may...  made some people mad, and at the same time I think some people like me a little more" he bit his lips trying no to smile and leaned back.

"Ben..." Rey shook her head not sure if she wanted to ask all the details.

"I'm fine Rey, this will go away and... the didn't kill me" he gestured triumphantly.

"I don't know what you did... but I think I shouldn't ask either. Do you think you can survive tomorrow without ending up like this?" she teased.

"Yeah. Everything's cool" she rolled her eyes and then laid back on her bed.

"You know... this place has the most ridiculous, gigantic bed... and a huge window, and there are candles everywhere... and this dumb color on the walls" she heard Ben laugh and turned to see him.

"What is a dumb color?" he asked and she laughed.

"I don't know, it's just too much." she said looking around the room.

"What did you do today?" Ben asked taking her hand.

"Nothing"

"Come on"

"Seriously, if you think visiting every river on Keetar helped with something, or the fact that I had three meals today the equivalent of what I eat in two days... then, I did a lot" she said interlacing her hand with his.

"Didn't they said they had some trooper camp or something?" he questioned burrowing his brows.

"Yep. And I haven't seen anythign at all, we're suposedly going tomorrow"

"Well, then I guess... it's a little weird, but nothing harmful"

"Are you in bed?" Rey asked making him laugh.

"Yeah and I assume you too because if not then you sit in a very weird position ,Rey" She shook her head and gently punched his arm.

"I supossed you had a rough day, because I was feeling tired... even though I did nothing" Rey admited.

"It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst. I'll survive" he shrugged.

"I wish we could be back in Naboo... at least for one night" Rey whispered.

"When you come back we could make a run for it" he whispered too. And she smiled, suddenly feeling a little sleepy. They were just a boy and a girl planning to go out for a moment, and not a girl having to restore a galaxy and a boy tryying to find and prove himself.

"I hope" she whispered closing her eyes.

"Night" Ben whispered and Rey dissapeared. In front of him was only the other wall of his room, but he felt more at peace to finally sleep too.

The next morning Ben protested when he felt his sore face and arm and gently rubber them taking a deep breath.

"Ugh, guess I still have to try my best" he yawned and got out of bed.

He showered, had breakfast and wrote down more of his ideas to later look for Kaydel. On his way there he found Chewie, he was going to get breakfast and instead of pushing him aside as always he sighed when he saw him.

At least it's something, Ben thought.

The truth was that Chewie's anger towards the boy lessened after he saw how he allowed everyone to step over him, he felt bad for him, but not enough to say hi. Not yet.

"Kaydel?"

"I'm here" the girl with the braided buns came out of a pile of old ship parts.

"Hey"

"Hi, Ben. Do you need something?"

"Well you are now in charge of... building, and parts and stuff right?"

"Mainly foucsing on repairing ships and guns, yeah." she slowly smiled and inched towards him.

"You have an idea... yes you want to do something" she teased.

"I think they're probably going to be angainst it, because I'll be the one to suggest it but, I was wondering if you could let me... build it. Use some of the parts and stuff liek that."

"It was pretty bad yesterday. Good job standing there and letting them all go after you that way and you not punching them back" Kaydel rested her weight on one leg and crossed her arms, suddenly not as cheerful as always.

"I diserved it, and it's nothing compared to what some of them might have suffered" he shrugged.

"Rey is going to have a headache when she finds out" she sighed, to the mention of Rey, Ben straightened up a little and his eyes seemed to spark.

"She kind of already knows" he laughed.

"Well then she's going to kick your ass too for being suicidal when she's back. Follow me Benny boy, we're fixing this think and then you can take what you want" Kaydel motioned to the pile she was at before.

"I think we should go alone, if they see your guards with us they might get hostile" Rey proposed.

"I can agree on that, besides, we'll be fine." Jannah said.

"If you are sure then, we'll give you the instructions and then you may leave" The king said.

Rey didn't miss the moment to tell the king about the agreement that the troopers had been able to obtain in Naboo and encouraged the king to think about it in case the troopers were opened to the idea.

When she talked about the trials she could feel Jannahs eyes on her back, all the time, like she was shooting lasers.

"What do you think they did with the troopers that didn't pass the trial?" Jannah said as they walked through the yellow snow and left purple footprints behind them.

"I don't know"

"Probably killed them"

"Hmm"

"Do you really not care at all?!" Jannah pressed, then Rey sighed and stopped walking, tired but ready for another argument like yesterday.

"I'm not the queen of Naboo, I don't make the rules and I don't live in Naboo, I only know that the people are happy and well, so yeah, I didn't ask what they were going to do with them."

"Don't act like that?"

"Like what Jannah? Seriously, are we going to fight all the time? We haven't even had a chance to get each other well."

"This situations just bothers me too much to let it slide" Jannah crossed her arms.

"Okay look, if you were the queen, and after everything that has happened and you know, YOU knnow, that some troopers, the majority of them had done horrible things would you just let them enter your society? Go around with all the other people?"

"Well they may've changed" she protested.

"Yes they may, but some of them haven't. Jannah, not everyone is always good, and I don't mean that they don't deserve a second chance... it's just that some people don't even want it." she kept her palms open and her posture relaxed while talking to her.

"And how are you so sure... of who's changed and who's not?... how do you know they're not lying?" she said a little defeated and realizing what Rey  was saying.

"Sometimes you can tell... like with Finn, or you, I suppose and sometimes... you have to trust" She thought about Ben, she could tell and she trusted him that he had changed... and realized that for everyone else... they'll just have to trust him.

"I gues... it makes some sense" Jannah didn't apologize but relaxed and didn't talk about it again. Instead taking the chance for them to talk about other things to know each other.

"Are you sure Poe is not gonna be mad if I take this?" Ben asked Kaydel as he filled a box with old hologram projectors and some wires.

"No, he's more of a radio guy and anyways, there's no war anymore. Whatever you are doing with it it's probably going to be more helpful them sitting here"

"Okay..."

"Can I ask for some advice?" she suddenly said, distracting himf rom his search for the welding machine.

"Sure" he figured it would be about flying, or droids, or the first order... or anything like that but not what came out of her mouth.

"How can I get a boy to like me?" he slightly blused and hugged the box closer to him.

"I... I really don't know much about this stuff. I'm sorry... but... I think you should talk to him, you know."

"I already know him, you could say we are friends"

"Well then... maybe let him know how you feel? I'm sorry I just really, really don't have much experience." He put the box down and went to sit next to her when she slid down the wall to the ground.

"It's fine" she patted his hand, remembering how he told her that someone pushed him yesterday and he had hit his arm with the edge of a table.

"I think he would be stupid not to like you Kaydel" he smiled briefly to her.

"He's already kind of stupid... guess that's my type" she jocked and they laughed. Ben actually laghed with someone who wasn't Rey. " He's Axel, the pilot you know... the other day he was at out table" she confesed.

"I think he might be interested in you" he said remembering how every now and then that guy would interrupt what other were saying to tell Kaydel some joke or give his opinion but always keeping an eye on her reaction.

"You can tell? Is that another one of your Jedi power thingy's?" she cheered.

"No, huh, it's just what I think. But then... you should really tell him how you think. In my opinion" he shrugged.

"You're not such a bad pal Ben Solo" she rested her head back with a side smile.

"Why have you been kind to me?" he wondered.

"Why not?"

"You know... the crowd's opinion is I don't diserve it for once, I've only brought pain and suffering and bla bla bla to the universe" he said.

"Well... you did hurt me, and some of my friends. Some are gone, and Leia... we all loved her a lot and since she felt Han dying, then Luke going and so on and so on... things were hard" Ben exhaled letting all his dissapointment out. "Hey but, I like to think of second chances and I know Leia always wanted you back... and you know, since I've actually known YOU Ben, you've been nothing but kind so. Why not be kind back?"

He meditated her words.

"I think I killed my mother from sadness..." he said.

"Well... it was not really like that, you see..."

Kaydel told him about Leia's force decreasing every time she had to make an extra effort to save the resistance, to train Rey, to try and reach him... and some happier stories too. Because there is always something good to tell.

"Really? I can't believe-" he suddenly got off the floor and looked around, he felt like he was somewhere else and his instinct told him to be alert.

Rey, his voice reververated on his head and only came as a whisper to her.

For a moment he was able to sense her, not like always but like he was right beside her or somehow looking through her eyes.

"Rey, watch out!" he extended his palm just in time to stop the laser of a blaster from hitting Rey on the back.

"Ben?" Rey saw him come and go on a  second and then ran to seek for a place to hide, followed by Jannah.

"Why are they firing on us?!" Jannah asked getting her blaster out.

"I don't know, but we have to try and disarm them, then, if they actually want to... we'll talk" Rey struggled with her stupid snow jacket trying to find her saber.

"At the count of three" she said looking at Jannah.

"What was that?" Kaydel rose to her feet in a rush, looking at the blaster shot that was now on the wall.

"The troopers are attacking them" Ben thought about how to help Rey without distracting her. If he used their bond then she'll get distracted for a second and she could get hurt.

"We should tell Poe and let him communicate with the king or something. Come on" Kaydel took Ben's arm and they started running looking for him.

"Jannah, you'll have to do better than that!" Rey shouted exasperated as she struggled with a trooper and another one aimed at her.

"Stop! calm down or I'll shoot to kill you!" Jannah shouted at them. Like they were planning on listening at all.

Rey kicked the troopers leg and used his body to knock down the one that was aiming at her. With a rock she pinned another to the ground and saved Jannah from getting shot.

"I'm sorry Jannah, there's no other way" Rey said tucking to avoid the fire.

"Damn it!"

They kept running and trying to take down as many as they could, soon being persecuted to a cave, Rey knew it would be the worst idea to get in so instead she climbed it. She helped Jannah up but in the last minute she slipped and they got her.

"Let her go!" she held back the trooper holding Jannah with a knife so he wouldn't hurt.

"Come down Rey! we need to talk" The trooper that was in charge said.

She held her saber harder and jumped down, keeping a safe distance from them.

"You're ruined everything! But it's okay, because you're coming with us" the trooper said making Rey wonder what he was talking about.

"Don't you act all stupid. We are not the only one's going for you Rey. The first order... a few of us who miss how things were and want our rightful leader back, we're going to destroy you" he said managing to get the knife closer to Jannah's throat.

"The first order no longer exists, and you have no leader! Now, surrender. We were coming here to talk to you, to offer you a chance to get a life... and leave behind your past" Rey said.

"That's where you are wrong. Kylo Ren! he lives and he would never let the first order go down like this. No! We're not looking for second chances Rey. We're looking for you, so you can get out of the way" he roared.

"Let her go"

"I'll let her go. If you come with us." she could feel like he was smiling under the helmet.

"Fine"

"Rey! what are you doing?! Didn't you hear him?!" Jannah tried pushing the trooper away, what Rey was doing was suicidal. They were surrounded by them, at least twenty four.

"Just try to reach Poe, I got this" The trooper pushed Jannah aside and instead took Rey, holding her hands so hard behind her back that she knew it'll leave a mark. The rest of them walked pointing at her with their guns.

Jannah ran as fast as she could to get to the stupid palace, they've made the mistake to leave evrything there.

"And how are you so sure?" Poe asked again as Ben and Kaydel insisted on him doing something. Fortunately Ben saw that Finn was coming and hurried to tell him what was going on, if there was someone who would try and protect Rey with no more questions it would be him.

"It was a trap, Rey's in trouble" Ben said.

"What? How do you know? What happened?" They hurried back to Poe who was trying to contact the king while Kaydel was still talking about how Ben stopped a shot.

"It'll be faster if we go ourselves and do something!" Ben complained.

"You're not letting me hear!" Poe exclaimed adjusting his headphones while Finn tried to contact Jannah.

"I don't have a good feeling about any of this" he muttered under his breath, eying the millenium falcon from afar.

"Didn't you say you were going to kill me?" Rey pressed taking in everything around her. They had brought her back to their camp, some of the troopers guard outside while other still pointed at her, and the one making threaths earlier was writing something down.

"Deliver it, immediately" he ordered to someone, giving him a letter and then standng in front of Rey.

"I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about this Rey. Who managed to push back a little the new empire" he walker around her.

"Kylo Ren is dead" she said. She knew she was probably making things worst for her but this man had to get out of his stupidity.

"That's what you think. We won't rest until the first order gets back... and I won't tell you about the best part"

Rey rolled her eyes.

"Who is that letter for?" He laughed.

"You really think I'm telling you anything?"

"Well, you're going to kill me so why not?"

"We were happy when we heard knews that you were coming alone, like we requested. Of course you friend was a little stone in our way, but... she's no threat." He squeezed Rey's face turning her to one side and the other, making the troopers laugh.

"Take your hands off me" Rey spat at him.

"It's decided then. We're killing you slowly. Tie her up" he took her saber from her belt and they took her jacket off, tying her around a tall tree outside. The cold was slightly making Rey shiver but she resisted and made things as hard as she could for them.

A circle of troopers pointed at her.

He turned on her saber and then walked to her, holding it close to her face.

"If you so dare to move, or do one of those tricks of yours they're firing, and not to death, I must tell you. Your legs and hands will be in so much pain if you dare defy me..." Rey contemplated kicking him but decided to remain calm and think of a plan.

"I've never used one of this before, so I apologize if this hurts" the soldier said before lightly resting it on Rey's arm, burning her skin and enjoying Rey's cry.

Think faster, think faster! Rey slammed her head against the tree fighting the pain.

#reylo #starwars #ben solo #rey x ben #kylo ren #fanfic #fanfix #adam driver

[flos-timore]

Send me a  🥃 + a question for my muse to answer. If they refuse to answer, they have to take a shot // Still Accepting!

Anonymous asked : 🥃 Habit, here's a hypothetical question for you. If your Habitat started to go way downhill, but wasn't a lost cause yet, and you had to resort to more extreme and harmful measures to keep your Habiticians in line, what wouldn't you do?

At once, almost on instinct, Habit feels his breath hitch. Was it possible for air to get caught in somebody’s chest? Well, the question hadn’t even been fully processed before everything decided to lock up, on him. 

‘Why was that?’, he wondered briefly. Uselessly. In fact, he wasn’t even sure WHY he’d bothered to let himself pull the wool over his own eyes; if even for only a second. He KNEW exactly why his hands balled up into fists, exactly why dread was solidifying in his stomach. 

And yet... he had to glance away, towards the balcony. It was just natural, really, whenever anybody mentioned the Habiticians while he happened to be in his office. 

Or. Well. 

‘His’ Habiticians, as they had so eloquently put it. 

The thought made him laugh. He forced himself to hate that fact.

Keeping the smile held tightly on his face, out of a necessity that he hadn’t even realized WAS a necessity, he took a moment to steel himself before walking over to where his line of sight drew him. 

His heels clicked along the floor- an unwelcome change to the encompassing silence from just moments before.

--- “Hmmmmm.... You kno... That”s a “Good” question! Where 2 start with that...” 

Content warning: Brief suicidal ideation, blood, and mentions of murder/corpses under the cut.

Heights had never been a problem for him. He never even really considered them enough for them to BECOME any sort of issue. While he could understand where the fear came from, for some people, so long as he knew the ground he stood on was relatively sturdy, he could be as high as the clouds and not have any cares in the world. 

... Which is why he was confused when he came to a brief pause as he neared the balcony’s edge. Something about the location had begun to set him off, lately.. 

Perhaps it was the finality that such a fall would be responsible for. To say that he’d never considered jumping would be a lie, but- 

He was quick to shake his head- push those thoughts away. Those were for another life. Not this one. 

Habit “easily” (why couldn’t it be easy?) settled himself on the railing, eyes trailing down to the fairground below. 

--- “What WOULDN”T I do, u said..?” 

Maybe he’s stalling, maybe he’s not. You have no proof, as far as he’s concerned. 

--- “Well...” He leans down further, practically resting his head on the cold metal. Although his attention darts around as he observes the day’s activity, he registers next to none of it. 

--- “I suppose I wouldn’t wamnt them 2 think I”m trying two hard. Peeple tend to “Talk”, U see. Nothing like barb-ed wire or anythign sillie like That. The Habi-Tat is notn’t a Prison.” 

Isn’t it? 

--- “Perhapbs the “Curfew” wuld need to be much earlier..? I woould need to be patrolling more oftn than usual, that is 4 certain. Surve-a-lance would be “Upped”, also, of cuorse, but I thimnk I wouldn”t need to be TOO mean...” 

--- “Even if the Habiticians TRIED to eskape, th Carlas would handel everything!” 

Right. The machines he’d created to do his dirty work for him, because Heaven knows that if he had to be the one to subdue fleeing Habiticians, he wouldn’t stand much of a chance. 

And not because he worried that he wouldn’t be strong enough! Really, if THAT was the only concern, he needed to only let himself forget just where he was putting his hands, and, well- 

No. He disliked having to use brute force- especially when it wasn’t absolutely necessary. Call him what you’d like. He can guarantee that none of it would be too far off the mark. 

What the Carlas lacked in speed and intelligence, they made up for in numbers. The ones always actively present on the grounds were FAR from the only ones in The Habitat. 

Even though this situation was only hypothetical, Habit felt himself smirk, nonetheless; oddly proud of his own genius and security. Normally any talk of unrest among his “guests” sent him into a panic. He just simply would not have it! 

Not in HIS domain. HIS creation. If something isn’t working, then!!! He’ll FIX it, and move on!! 

But... ah... He had yet to really adequately answer the question at hand... Right..? 

--- “..... I”m...” 

Something felt- unfinished, here. Did he have more to truly SAY on the matter? 

The sounds of Martha were louder than he remembered. He rationalized the reason behind that being his close proximity to her, as anybody would. 

It just didn’t make them any less overwhelming, at the moment. 

--- “I... don’t think violence is.. nece-ssary.. to maintain the “Peace”, I mean. The way that Im running things right now is good. Yes??” 

Habit allows a brief lull to enter the “conversation”- just out of politeness. When no answer comes to his question, he can’t but to feel foolishly disheartened. 

Only a little bit, though. Just a teeny tiny bit. 

--- “I know this is only a “what if”- I get that. But the question is ridic-u-lous, 2 begin with!1!! Absurd!!!11! This groo-some scenariio will NEVER come two be!! So!!!! Why WORRIE about it!!!!” 

And that’s where he INTENDED to quit talking. Honestly, he did. With every second that passed, he could feel the dam begin to break. 

No, the topic itself didn’t bring him ANXIETY, per-say.... 

... but he WASN’T letting his thoughts lead to their obvious conclusion. That was the missing puzzle piece. That was the reason behind his sweaty palms and urge to be sick. 

Habit was good at blocking out all of the unpleasant things about life. Sure, they almost always inevitably resurfaced, anyway, but the goal was never to be rid of them for good. 

Merely to stall. Always to stall. 

But that’s NOT what he’s doing, right now! Because there IS nothing more to discuss!! Nothing! Nada! Zilch! 

--- “...” 

He hadn’t noticed how tight his grip on the railing had gotten- had barely registered the tension in his shoulders as he leaned further. Further... JUST so he could look down, better. That’s all. 

The daily lives of the Habiticians meant little to nothing to him. He was able to seamlessly gloss over Punching Girl as she pretended to, predictably, fight something. Or someone. He completely ignored Broccoli Child- nearly rolling his eyes at a less than pleasant memory regarding the trash he once tried to sell to him. 

Nearly.

He hurried to turn away, to head back inside. He knew that if he lingered for any longer that the incessant WHINING of a certain resident would start back up, again. Perhaps it already had and he’d merely gotten beyond used to it. 

Great. Cool. Love that.

--- “I THINK yuo are under-estimnating the work I”ve put into Thee Habitat. I know verie well how 2 control MY Habiticians, and if push comes two shove, I”m SURE I could-” 

--- “........ I... could........ .................. ah...” 

Something about his wording froze him in his tracks. He would’ve clamped his jaw shut if he had the gall to; would have bitten his tongue just to keep any more comments on the matter to himself. 

The smile from before never once left his face. He disliked how heavy it felt- disliked the fact that he apparently felt the need to keep falling back into the hole he was so DESPERATELY trying to clamber back out of. 

He’d said all he needed to say. He’d done his part! 

Habit lowers his head, back turned to the outside world. A chill seeping into the room reminded him that he’d forgotten to close the door. He normally wouldn’t care about such a minute detail, but- 

One quick glance towards the “operating room” is all he needs to change his mind. It’s bad ENOUGH that he’s allowing himself to become so overly fixated on everything that could go WRONG, and not go RIGHT!! Nobody else needs to accidentally overhear something they shouldn’t. 

Hand shaking (shaking??), he pulls it away from the glass; job done, and steps unsteady as he attempts to backtrack. Literally. 

Habit whirls back around, action abrupt as he gradually loses his initial train of thought. His breaths are a bit labored, like he’d just been running, somehow, and he wants to fix that. He wants, more than anything, to fix this entire situation. 

Pathetic. One simple hypothetical had sent him into such a state?? Disgusting. 

If he couldn’t handle the fire, then he shouldn’t have walked directly into the flames. He had what it took to run The Habitat. He took every precaution necessary. 

‘If your Habitat started to go way downhill, but wasn't a lost cause yet, and you had to resort to more extreme and harmful measures to keep your Habiticians in line, what wouldn't you do?’ 

‘What WOULDN’T he do?’ 

--- “. . . If. . . push comes to SHOVE. . .” 

He changes trajectory. Wandering around aimlessly certainly wouldn’t help anything, and suddenly, he feels very much so like cleaning something is in order. How often did he do that, anyway? 

Not often enough, he decided, eyeing the grotesque red splotches.... just about everywhere he thought to look. On the chair, some on the floor-

HOW did he manage to get blood on the walls??? 

Habit reaches forward to grab the nearby mirror on the tray, having already pulled a cloth from one of his pockets. Yes, a cleaning day was definitely in order. A dirty workplace leads to a dirty outlook on life. 

No wonder he’s so stressed. 

--- “... Well,” he shrugs, “who is 2 say that there will bee any Habiticians TO keep in line?” 

As soon as the words leave his mouth, he doesn’t find any relief in them, whatsoever. So he continues. 

--- “Let me elab-or-ate. CORPSES have teeth. Right?” 

He turns his head, then; absently searching for the spray bottle he swore he had sitting on the counter. 

--- “Who cares if “The Big Event” is SKIPPED, all-2-gether? I would not be above that. No “waitiing” and no “gettiing their hopes up” 4 something that was falsely advertized.” 

--- “So,” ah, there it is, “to answer you”r question:” 

--- “Nothing!11!!! There are absolootely NO lengths that I womn”t go in order 2 enshure that I gather More Teeth!!1!! So WHAT if I need to “take out thee trash” all at once?? So WHAT if I “accidentally” get the dosage wrong? They will bee happily and giggily, and then....” 

--- “......... they will not.”

“Sick” doesn’t even begin to cover how he feels, right about now. Does he sound casual while discussing this? How is he coming off as while he so flippantly talks about murder? 

Cowardly? Psychopathic? ... Terrifying? 

Is he terrifying? He must be. There’s no other explanation, in his mind. 

--- “No skin off MY back!! At leest CORPSES do not cry!!” 

Habit twirls back around to the counter where he’d grabbed the spray bottle, content smile betraying him as he gently sets it back where he found it. 

--- “At leest CORPSES do not struggle!! When they FIN-A-LLY stop moviing, they cann”t tell me: “Yuou womn”t get awaY with THis!!!1!”. They can’t skream and run- they can”t do any-thing At All!1!!!” 

And that’s the beauty of it. Or, at least, it SHOULD be. 

--- “Once they set “Foot” into The Habitat, it isn”t like theyre Going 2 bee LEAVINGG it, anyway!! I”mmn not beeing CRUEL!!! What I do- it’s BRILL-I-ANT!! So WHY should I feel BAD??!?!?!” 

Why, indeed?? Yes, WHY should he feel bad about cracking a few chickens to make a brand new healthy egg? What is the harm in it? 

Nonexistent, as far as HE can tell! 

--- “Thee answer is: I shouldn”t, annd I don’t! I hope thiss conversatioon was en-lit-ening 4 U! :-)” 

So... there. He’s done. It’s over. Rant over. He- He’s said his share. Had his fill. 

Of course, NOW he’s gone and gotten himself all riled up. Who knows how long it’ll take him to calm back down? Once he allows that little box in the back of his mind to open, this always happens. 

Why do you think he’s so keen on keeping it nice and SHUT? 

Autopilot becomes comforting after the hundredth time you shift into it. Habit continues about his business, cleaning the operating room while humming a jovial tune to himself. 

The fact that he stumbles in his steps every now and then is unimportant. His pounding heart barely matters. 

So long as he’s smiling, it’s IMPOSSIBLE to be upset! 

Maybe if he believes that hard enough, it’ll be true. 

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ooc: cats 2019 was hot garbage that doesn’t belong in the jellicle junkyard. Below are my thoughts and my review. I get pretty technical at points. So here you go. PERSONAL BLOGS DO NOT REBLOG! Liking and commenting and sending me asks about stuff is fine. But please do not reblog. I’m sure more thoughts will come out as I discuss things and such, but these are my first impressions.

positives ( will be above the cut ):

You could tell who the broadway singers were and they stood out.

Munk was good, but I have some thoughts but overall he was good. He was probably the only one that even remotely understood his character, but he still had a few off beats.

Jennifer killed it, no i wont take critiques. Memory was pretty good.

Mungo and Rumple made the debut version of their song likeable (cause I do not like the debut version of their song) yet i have thoughts.

Bustopher Jones (the song) was decent, out of all the reworked numbers it fit the best and didn’t seem to far from the reworked plot or the original, so it was a good middle ground. James did well, he’s no operatic singer, but he did well, best of the non-trained leads at least.

Gus was good but his song was a bit boring he needed someone more to play off of as that is what acting is partially

Skimble may just have been the best part of the whole damn thing. The inclusion of tap into his number was pretty smart. I do wish more of his accent shined through though.

The rundown theater worked it would have worked better if they kept it all there.

negatives ( below the cut ):

Dance was sacrificed for cinamtography which was a damn shame. this musical is one of the premier dance musicals

Munk’s voice at the beginning was far too high, and did not exude power. It got better.

Victoria being the stand in for the audience was stupid and pointless. Especially with the fact that Addressing of Cats was kept in and broke the fourth wall.

Victoria’s acceptance of Grizabella was pointless because the jellicles hadn’t accepted her, she wasn’t even considered a jellicle yet. Her agency in that number meant nothing. If she had been a jellicle it would have been better. A better audience stand in would be the fucking kittens cause its their first ball.

The lack of touching made the touching that was their awkward. It was like they were all afraid to touch and interact with each other. And the CGI didn’t help, like when Munk lifted Victoria off the car at the beginning which looked like he wasn’t grabbing her at all which we know isn’t true.

Tugger had no point in the musical because he sang his number and disappeared, and not by fucking Macavity. Jason could have done more with the character, he had the right voice, but its like he wasn’t trying.

Jenny-Any-Dots was ruined. She wasn’t a respectable cat, and the mice were stupid. Sorry, I mean the idea was cute in theory, I liked that, but the execution was stupid. And the zipping of her skin NO. It just works better with the cats acting it out like they act out skimble’s number or bustopher’s number. It didn’t add anythign to the cats sing the songs about themselves because that idea was dropped when Skimble and Bustopher even sang their songs. Like its a poor idea and poorly executed, especially since the original is like gossip the cats gossiping about who could be chosen.

Who will it be echoed only once? UGH. The chorus was fucking weak in the few moments they were given to stand out.

Speaking of clothing, the clothing choices made no sense, along with proportion of human clothing. If I put a watch around a cat’s neck it would fucking choke. Yet a ring can fit around a cat’s arm? Some of the clothing was too human like all of Misto’s costume (which why was he wearing it the full time? he looked better without it).

The replacement of coricopat and tantomile for the hip hop twins was utterly stupid and useless.

Some of the framing of songs and such especially at the beginning was bad. But that could also be because it takes you about 4 songs to get your eyeballs used to the damn CGI.

Mungo and Rumple were good, but Rumple would have been better if she kept the accent up like Mungo did. I loved seeing them do a burglary, but I prefer the musical version where the scare the cats away under the guise of macavity then have fun in the junkyard.

Growltiger had promise as a song but they only gave us a line followed by a joke so that was stupid. The whole barge shit was stupid. Their were no stakes and we never see the other cats get off the damn barge. Also griddlebone poor poor griddlebone.

The opening number was missing so many things like decent choreography. None of the choreography made them look feline, they looked like humans doing a mix of jazz and ballet. Just turning their hands over instead of open hands would have been a tremendous change. But like I said earlier what choreography there was was sacrificed for cinematography so you could see what you were supposed to see instead of letting the audience watch and see it on their own with some lighting suggestions to draw the eye away from the main dancing.

I think the concept of Skimble’s number was great, but I thought taking them out of the ballroom was stupid. But it was the strongest number and the one besides memory which had the most relation back to the original.

Why were their so many songs and verses cut? Naming of cats named only plain names, not the fun names which is where we get names of our characters from! Like half the cast is named in that number. It made the chorus seem distant and impersonal, along with the lack of touch.

Robbie should have gotten the same treatment as the girl playing victoria he had almost a bigger role than her, aside from her little grizabella moments which all of those important grizabella moments were done in seclusion. Half the reason they have agency in the stage show is because other cats can see her.

The lack of touch! enough said.

Tugger not singing Mistoffelees song upset me. Robbie did good, but he is not Tugger. Mistoffelees song was ruined by all the pausing and bullshit. There was not a climax to the song at all because it was always stopped and restarted. it felt like a dinky kids roller coaster that had no real payoff because Misto has no confidence so when Deuts appears it may not have been because of Misto at all just saying.

Old Deuts was... bad. Judi was pitchy at best (sing talking the lines just don’t work), and just not very convincing. Her presence wasn’t commanding or authoritative no matter how much Robbie tried.

Bomby was fucked three ways to hell. Taylor was okay, but the song Macavity was ruined with the catnip and all the bullshit with that. Macavity is a cautionary tale, and doesn’t fit in with the actual purpose the musical wanted it to be. Her song wasn’t as a good as normal, and it missed aspects that having it as a duet brought.

Beautiful ghosts was absolutely pointless, and quite petty of a song. Perhaps if we knew more about Victoria or she was a jellicle it would have made sense, but it just seemed very disconnected.

I am mourning the cut of Peeks and Pollicles. Because it explain its a dog, so when Bomby says it in Macavity you have a connection to the word. Here it just seemed like a nonsense word. Plus no rumpus cat. Cutting it means that Munk’s normal song was changed to skimble, and i guess misto. Also cutting it means you take a whole number away from the chorus, and thus you loose more personality of the chorus cats.

The chorus seemed absolutely pointless because you never could watch them and focus on them. They were just their not interacting with one another, not doing anything really. All of what makes the jellicles a tribe was taken away because these cats seem like strangers to one another. Not to mention taking away their solos at the beginning is a crime and again takes away from the personality of each individual chorus cat.

Jason should have sang misto’s song cause it would have given him a purpose besides a star to get butts in seats. he was their and i half wanted him to sing the end where victoria did because then he would have had a purpose but nope.

The cutting of so many verses from songs was just a shame. The musical inspires people to take up ballet, and jazz, and tap but all of it was cut for cinematography purposes and to make you look at the main actors in a different shot so their is no inspiration for the dance.

Skimble’s number had an awkward shot on the train bridge that was so far away you couldn’t even see the silhouettes any more.

I mentioned proportion earlier but like the train tracks were way off, i mean we’ve all seen Aristocats right?

Victoria not having her moment after naming of cats was sad. And whatever moment their was ruined by the assassination of misto’s character. Cause it was bad. He never questions himself as being good in the stage show just where his powers come from. But here he has no steadiness in if he is good or not, and he’s just badly characterized.

The kittens had no excitement for Tugger in his song. None of them did they seemed more happy about the milk rather than this hunk in front of them.

Macavity was shit. Seeing him throughout took away from him being mysterious and threatening. Seeing him fall at the end with Griz floating away was absolutely stupid and cartoonish and TS Eliot is rolling in his grave at that alone. Why he is not a zombie yet coming to kill Tom Hooper for fucking his poems up is beyond me. Also Macavity is a ginger cat... but he had no hint of red hair on him at all.

The jellicle ball dance sequence was bad. It wasn’t just that they weren’t cat like it was that what’s his face was trying to do a Sugar Plum Fairy and have them all dance to the quieter notes in the musical which made it seem disjointed. Sugar Plum Fairy works like that because its a light number she is supposed to make you listen for what she’s dancing too not just what you are hearing. This did not work.

The plot was stupid. The competition and stealing of cats was stupid. It was not needed. The had the element of putting on a show and talking about cats getting chosen they didn’t need macavity for more than that, or to make him want to be chosen. Him being a threat alone is good enough.

Munk did not get his fight. That was given to the damn cats on the barge. I am not happy with that.

I wish the named cats were more present in the bigger group. They blended into the background before their own songs, and then they disappeared because of the shitty capturing the cats plot device that was shitty and not needed. It took away from your familiarity with the cats who were present because we know nothing about those cats at all.

A moment of silence for all the chorus cats we don’t see or know, or were written off, and had no interpersonal relationships with each other. Literally the lack of touching between them makes it seem like all these cats are strangers to each other. Robbie tried.

Another moment of silence for Gillian Lynne’s choreography. The nuance she gave to it, that was all lost and gone.

Finally the CGI the hands were inconsistent, as was the face stuff. They had whiskers but they were hard to see, and because they had no nose or mouth (cat versions) defined it didn’t feel right, and we know it was possible to do both since the actors wore makeup.

#ooc: out of cats