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i find it so cute that leela’s maternal line consistently has Some Wrist Thing going on for most of their lives as another way to connect them all visually
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joslincox · 6 months
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Here's a 🥂 to my real friends (Poppy, Branch, and Joslin), They don't care about that he said, she said. And here's to my baby 💖 (Philip J. Fry), he's isn't 📖 but he called me lately ⏰️. And here's to my momma (Munda), and here's to you (Chris Kirkpatrick) 🤩, 'cause forgiveness is a nice thing to do 🥰
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losergendered · 9 months
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ID: a set of 60 images in 30 pairs. each has one image of the listed character from futurama with a white outline in front of their corresponding flags, and a second image which is a blank flag splice. END ID
Philip J. Fry from Futurama is a bipan nonbinary man with autism, ADHD, and PTSD that uses he/they!
His girlfriend is Leela, a transgender, intersex, aceflux woman that uses she/her and xe/xem! She has autism, ADHD, anxiety and PTSD!
Philip's nephew, Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth, is a bisexual man with synthesia who is neurodivergent! Philip is his 30-times great uncle!
Philip's best friend is Bender, a bisexual robot with autism, NPD, HPD, and depression that is okay with being addressed with he/him!
Amy Wong is a straight demigirl who is autistic, has an eating disorder, and is hypersexual! She goes by zi/her!
Her boyfriend is Kif, a genderfae, paraboy, aliengender, asexual, bi straight, ply straight alien with anxiety, PTSD, and autism! Kif goes by any neutral-based masculine pronouns!
Hermes Conrad is an omni straight, omniflux man with OCD and anxiety!
He is married to LaBarbara, an intersex, nonbinary woman who is a straight sex-favorable asexual! She is also polyamorous!
Their son is Dwight Conrad, who is a trans boy that is gay and questioning his romantic orientation!
He is best friends with Hubert's son, Cubert, who is a pansexual boy!
Hubert is close friends with John F. Zoidberg, an abrosexual, omnipan, straight, AMAB, transmasc decapodian that is autistic and has OCD, depression and ADHD!
Calculon is a heteroflexible, quoiflux, bifluid manbot that is neurodivergent!
Linda van Schoonhoven is a butch-femme, trans lesboy that uses she/xi/he, is autistic and has depression!
Xi is friends with Morbo, an aroace, bi turian, aplatonic alien with bipolar disorder!
Randy Munchnik is a femme, trans gay man with autism!
Hubert's rival, Professor Ogden Wernstrom, is a polysexual man with synthesia!
Hurbert ex-lover, Carol Miller, who also goes by "Mom," is a frayromantic, asexual woman with NPD and bipolar disorder!
Her eldest son, Walt, is trans and gay!
Walt's young brother, Larry, is agender and uranic!
Their younger maternal half-brother, Igner, is xenogender and marsic!
All three brothers are autistic!
Leela's parents, Turanga Morris and Munda, are both intersex, genderless, T4T mutants!
Yivo is an agender, genderless, abrosexual, polyamorous being! Shklee's sexuality is fluid between omnipan, omnisexual, pansexual, omniflux, panflux, pan gaybian, omni gaybian, mesque, and violenatian! Yivo's pronouns are shklee/shkler!
Roberto is a demiboy, masculine, demisexual, trans manbot who is gay and uses he/it! Roberto has psychosis, is schizospec, has PTSD, is autistic and has ADHD!
The Donbot is a mafiacoric, libramasculine straight manbot! The
Donbot's wife, Fanny, is a sex-ambivalent, high femme, asexual heteroromantic fembot!
Their daughter, Bella, is a nonbinary, femme, dyke, straightbian, lesboy who uses feminine and neutral pronouns!
Joey Mousepad is a demisexual, genderqueer, fag, gay manbot who is dyslexic, has ADHD and uses he/xe/they!
His colleague/friend is Francis X. "Clamps" Clampazzo, who is nonbinary, an azurenby, butch, masculine, toric, and gay! He is auDHD, dyslexic, bipolar, has PTSD, and uses they/he/xe/she pronouns!
The Robot Devil is a transmascfem, trans/FTM, transsexual, GNC, genderfluid, aroacespec, frayromantic, greyromantic, nebaeromantic, demisexual, demiT4T, ambiamorous, femme, masculine, turigirl, gay man! He is pronounfluid depending on what his gender is and goes by the name "Bee" which is short for Beelzebot! He uses he/him for when masc presenting, she/her for fem presenting, they/them for neutral presenting, no pronouns for no gender presenting, they/he for masc/neu presenting, they/she for fem/neu presenting, he/she for masc/fem presenting, and all pronouns for masc/fem/neu/non-gender presentation! He has autism, BPD, anxiety, PTSD and hypersexuality!
For @transsexual-jackskellington !
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belabellissima · 4 months
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Every time my mom asks for a book recommendation I always start to say Fireborne by Rosaria Munda and then have to stop and ask “do you mean a happy book?” And every time I have to find something else bc the answer is always yes and fireborne is. Beautiful. But not what I would call happy toward the end. Anyway I’m once again thinking about Lee and Pallor and Annie and Aela and Power and Duck and Griff and Delo and
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falconcoast · 2 years
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genshin characters as things i vividly remember
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a/n: IM WRITING THIS ON THE BUS TO OUR FIELD TRIP AT THE ART MUSEUM
masterlist
characters; diluc, kaeya, jean,zhongli, yoimiya, childe, kazuha, ayato, thoma, xiao, gorou, albedo
warnings; none !
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diluc;
sitting alone at a campfire when everyone else has gone into their tents for the night. classical music played live. running around the grass barefoot. a shade of red that i only wear in the wintertime. pricking my finger on my mom’s rosebush. the clink of glasses when trying to find a cup in the cabinet. the scent after setting a marshmallow on fire, with nothing but embers left to smolder.
kaeya;
the hustle and bustle of the city. the first fall of snow. icicles hanging on the roof, so sharp it could cut you. the color the night sky gets in the summer, not pitch black or gray, but indigo blue. the camaraderie of friends. late night drives where you can see constellations. soft, unplaceable laughter. frost covering the first blooms of spring. ghost-like touches.
jean;
ink bleeding into paper. romance novels, tucked where no one will find them. lush grass. reserved smiles. going to bed after a long day. looking to the clouds to find shapes and figures. gently brushing at someone else’s hair. using a very specific pen to write. when you kiss someone on the forehead after they’ve been in the sun.
zhongli;
grandfather clocks. the shine of a gem. being very specific about how you make tea. the sound that coins make when clicking together. stretching after sleeping. the feeling of satin. ichor. the golden colors that the clouds get right before sunset. tattered books with yellowed pages. talking about yourself, but with friends. silent art museums. old movies. a total solar eclipse.
childe;
the rambunctious laughter of a relative. sweeping up you younger sibling and twirling them around. the long, aching silence of the night. fresh rain in the spring. aquarium field trips. when you’re underwater and can’t feel anything. crisp, blue skied mornings. comets in the winter sky. getting out of school early. counting freckles on a friend’s face. the exhilaration and exhaustion after running in the morning.
yoimiya;
the hyperactivity after eating a lot of sugar. the bang of fireworks. long summer nights. humidity. block parties. the feeling of your cheeks hurting because you smiled so much. taking pictures with friends through a Polaroid camera. catching fireflies and setting them free. bug bites, but you tell everyone it was so worth it.
ayato;
tea that helps you go to sleep. the stillness of a lake before skipping a rock on it. the first rumble of thunder before a storm. the baby blue color of bluebells. the wick of a candle flickering in the dark. the predictable crash of waves. adjusting a bow tie before a big event. silk clothes. when a car stretches and purrs when you scratch its head. the scent of hydrangea blooms.
thoma;
soup on a cold day. a hug after a lot of crying. sunshine. the turn of winter into spring. knitted sweaters. sweet, happy laughter. sunflower fields. golden retrievers. watching the sun rise with your best friends. baked goods. lavender. comparing hand sizes. matching aprons. kissing the back of your beloved’s hand.
xiao;
cold snaps. the feeling of standing at the top of a hill and letting the wind whip your hair. climbing trees. scraped knees. water after forgetting to drink it all day. the comfort of being alone. picking up fallen leaves. a permanently neutral expression. blasting music with both earbuds in. altitude headaches.
kazuha;
ducks sleeping on a sunny rock by the lakeshore. mountains in the summertime. someone putting a bandage on a paper cut for you. making a playlist for your friends. windy days in the countryside. orange lilies. gardening in overalls. waking up from a nap with the sun in your eyes. reading late into the night.
gorou;
puppies that lick your hand as a greeting. pure silence. looking fondly at your love while they do something mundane. whistling while walking. a hot meal after a long day. stretching before dawn. writing down goals. coffee and creamer.
albedo;
the sterile scent of a lab. writing on a whiteboard with a fresh marker. getting a math problem right. staring at the sky with absolutely no thoughts. fresh snow, glittering and wisping all across the road. cotton blankets. chemistry labs with friends. dipping a paintbrush in water and watching the colors collide.
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I saw that u made a post asking for prompts/just to talk about fandoms. I was meaning to send an ask when I saw it but I forgot 😭😭 heres something different for you: I'm so happy to see that you like futurama as well, that show has such a special place in my heart 😭😭 and the lack of fics (especially freela fics) is actually maddening 😤😤😤 if you want to, could you throw us some freela relationship headcanons?😳😳💖
The original girlboss and malewife! 👏👏
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Fry and Leela were probably the first fictional couple I shipped, before I even knew what shipping was. I just knew I really wanted them to end up together
(The lack of fanfic is a travesty, justice for my disaster couple)
Headcanon time!
When Fry and Leela are officially engaged (y'know, without time being frozen in the process) Bender gives a rather dramatic monologue about how he can't believe Leela didn't ask his blessing. Fry's protests that he proposed go unheard. Bender demands (somewhat jokingly but mostly seriously) that Leela asks for his blessing
No, Bender does not tear up when Leela goes along with it and asks, shut up
No one's sure who cried more at the wedding: Leela's parents, or Zoidberg
They get a dog, damn it! 👏👏
They have two kids: a girl and a boy
Fry remembers how much Yancy hated his name, so while he doesn't name his son Yancy, he returns the favour and uses it as a middle name
Their daughter's middle name is Munda, after Leela's mom
The entire Planet Express crew absolutely adores these kids. Everyone has babysat and they all have very different ways of handling the kids
One time, Leela and Fry came to collect the kids to find them doing paperwork with Hermes. They actually seemed to be enjoying it
Cubert just thinks it's low-key weird that the babies whose diapers he's changing are actually his aunt and uncle
Fry tries to imagine his parents babysitting his kids and shudders in horror. He misses them and wishes every day that his parents could have met them, but letting his parents look after them could only have resulted in utter chaos
One time, someone hits on Fry in front of Leela, despite the obvious wedding rings. Everyone expects Leela to lose it and start a fight. Her usual "I'm gonna kick her ass" attitude. Instead, she surprises them all: she grabs Fry and straight up dips him in a kiss instead
Fry loves it
Fry has also surprised everyone (and horrified Hermes) by starting a fight when some drunken idiot wouldn't shut up about how "weird" Leela's eye is
Fry, drunk: "That's my girlfriend!" Kif: "Fry, that's your wife." Fry: "My wife!? Even better!"
Leela: "I wasn't that drunk last night." Amy: "You hit on Fry." Leela: "So? That's not weird, he's my husband." Amy: "You asked if he was single." Leela: "..." Amy: "You kicked over a table when he said he wasn't."
It takes Brannigan a solid year to realise Leela and Fry are married. Kif has tried to tell him, but Zapp never listened and just never noticed the rings. He nearly crashes his ship when he finally notices
What follows is a long, dramatic sob-fest about how he can't believe he wasn't invited to the wedding
He was. He just never read the invitation and tossed it
Overall, Fry and Leela are just an adorable couple. They're not all over each other in public, but they're always seen holding hands or sitting together. The amount of inside jokes they have is ridiculous. They always smile when they see each other
They are going to live a long and happy life together, so help me god
This got way longer than I anticipated, but that's what happens when you have headcanons for years 😁
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futuramashowdown · 10 months
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Welcome to….
Futurama Showdown!
The Showdown will consist of 72 of Futurama’s characters. Due to the nature of the show, I wasn’t able to include all the characters I wanted to, but I tried to make sure that popular or often discussed characters were included, but I am biased and included a few characters that I just really wanted to see (this is for you, Pazuzu).
Most of the characters will be fighting it out alone, but some of the couples/groups in the show are placed together for simplicity’s sake. Yell at me in my asks if you so desire.
The bracket was almost entirely randomized. I put characters on a wheel and spun it, and then randomized the order or the lineups.
The Bracket:
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Rounds listed under the cut.
Preliminary Round
Poll 1: Pazuzu vs. Mr. Peppy
Poll 2: Guenter vs. Petunia
Poll 3: Mayor Poopenmeyer vs. Hanukkah Zombie
Poll 4: Hattie McDoogal vs. Walt, Larry, & Igner
Poll 5: Elzar vs. the Brain Slugs
Poll 6: Nine vs. The Waterfall family
Poll 7: Officer Smitty vs. Kwanzaabot
Poll 8: Marianne vs. the Crushinator
Round One
Left Bracket:
Poll 1: Preacherbot vs. Pazuzu
Poll 2: Yivo vs. Michelle
Poll 3: Melllvar vs. Randy Munchnik
Poll 4: Yancy Fry Sr. vs. Mom
Right Bracket:
Poll 1: The Globetrotters vs. Elzar
Poll 2: Scruffy vs. Linda van Schoonhoven
Poll 3: Hypnotoad vs. Richard Nixon
Poll 4: Yancy Fry Jr. vs Seymour Asses
Round 2
Left Bracket:
Poll 1: Leo & Inez Wong vs. Guenter
Poll 2: Dr. John Zoidberg vs. Barbados Slim
Poll 3: Hedonismbot vs. Dwight Conrad
Poll 4: Mr. Panucci vs. The Donbot
Right Bracket:
Poll 1: Fanny vs. Nine
Poll 2: Lord Nibbler vs. Lrrr, Ruler of the Planet Omicron Persei 8
Poll 3: Captain Zapp Brannigan vs. Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth
Poll 4: Hyper-Chicken Lawyer vs. Joey Mousepad
Round 3
Left Bracket:
Poll 1: Officer URL vs. Hanukkah Zombie
Poll 2: Kif Kroker vs. Hermes Conrad
Poll 3: Grand Midwife vs. Ben Vending Rodriguez
Poll 4: Francis “Clamps” X. Clampazzo vs. Roberto
Right Bracket:
Poll 1: Tinny Tim vs. Kwanzaabot
Poll 2: Turanga Morris & Munda vs. Turanga Leela
Poll 3: Amy Wong vs. Lars Fillmore
Poll 4: LaBarbara Conrad vs. Sherri Fry
Round 4
Left Bracket:
Poll 1: Colleen O’Hallahan vs. Mom’s Sons
Poll 2: Ned & Velma Farnsworth vs. The Headless Body of Spiro Agnew
Poll 3: Robot Devil vs. Morbo
Poll 4: Ndnd vs. Sal
Right Bracket:
Poll 1: Robot Santa vs. Marianne
Poll 2: Philip J. Fry vs. Doctor Ogden Wernstrom
Poll 3: Bender Bending Rodriguez vs. Flexo
Poll 4: Calculon vs. Cubert Farnsworth
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daffyjjk · 7 months
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he sings bollywood songs and makes curry.......As as indian, my mom would loooove him , my sanskari desi munda frr
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weirdthoughtsandideas · 7 months
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(This was written several hours ago, as I fell back asleep after writing it)
Holy shit my soy luna dream last night??
Uh so. It’s 6:42 AM when I write this. Posting it later today. But just woke up from a Soy Luna dream.
It was like a special, like Bia un munda al revéz except this was not an alternative reality but instead like… still their reality. But it was supposed to be this ”special episode” of SL. Anyway.
Right now I feel like I am forgetting more and more, the dream is about to slip away from me so I need to be fast.
It mainly took place at a mix of Jam and Roller and this restaurant where everyone sat at a giant long table. I was there as myself, I think, but I didn’t interact with anyone. I was just like ”The Camera” or just a witness to it all, but I walked around like myself.
So ok… there was this girl there who looked like Daniela. But she wasn’t Daniela, she was a method actress who constantly switched who she was pretending to be. But she went around pretending to be different characters.
So much happened, there was a lot of kinda funny conversations… however I just right now only have fragments of it because my brain is starting to delete the dream :( But I recall Ámbar, Delfi and Jazmin standing around the order disk at J&R talking to the method actress who was mimicking some character. Then we all sat at the long restaurant table, I sat next to Jim and Yam and they also had some conversation with the actress.
Then it’s cut to this ?? Museum? It’s a long corridor with a bunch of paintings and stuff. Luna and Nina stand in front of everyone else talking. They are wearing their school uniforms and Nina says ”right. No smiling in here.”
We then cut back to Jam and Roller when the method actor starts to mimick I think Simón? But then it’s cut to a bench where she sits with Simón and pretends to be Nina. At the same time Nina and Luna sit on another bench, inside this museum, and Nina says the exact things to Luna as the method actress says to Simón. What she says I have absolutely no memory of but the point is that the actress is good at pretending to be Nina, and Simón is like ”wow you are really good! You’re gonna nail this audition!”
While this happens, Ámbar stands with black headphones in the museum. It’s unclear if she is eavesdropping or spying on them or what. Suddenly a mom with her son bumps into Ámbar, and then she excuses herself. Ámbar gets teary eyed watching them walk away because she gets reminded of her own mother :(
Then it’s suddenly in a street in the city I live in. Ámbar walks up to Antonio from Violetta and she says ”So, good news: We can have the wedding there. But we are not allowed to smile”
Which begs the question: The scene with Nina and Luna where Nina says they can’t smile, was that a random fragment of the wedding in the future? Who is getting married? Luna and Nina in their school uniforms???
I have no idea who was marrying who but I got the feeling it was Luna who was marrying someone. The dream’s final scene was everyone sitting down at the long restaurant table again and they all start to sing happy birthday. Except it wasn’t ”happy birthday” they sang, they instead sang ”happy delusion to you”. Who they sang it to, is again unclear. Might I add they sang this song in english and they spoke presumably spanish in the rest of the dream and I could understand it.
Then I woke up. So. Yeah, happy delusion to everyone.
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spoiler1001 · 2 years
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Theory? feel free to reblog with counterarguments.
I'm not saying that it was Just Grue's death that sent Dante into a spiral, but Imagine if the dmc1 novel takes place after dmc3, which I think it does, considering the last page is just the opening to dmc1.
Dante would have gone as Tony from the DMC3 manga to DMC1, explaining both him telling Enzo to shut the fuck up when the guy called him 'Dante' and the look and way his voice drops when Arkham called him 'Dante'. It would also explain his transition from the usual jobs to strictly supernatural jobs. the other mercenaries simply can't do it, excluding those in the know.
Seeing as Vergil opened the gate to hell, I could see a whole 'monster hunting' business booming, building the town around them. You have to remember, Nero's generation is the first one after the last big battle between the human world and the demon world. DMC is could have very easily been post-apocalyptic, but I'll argue that's why some of the older forms of technology stayed around, durable, and full of redundancies, if one form of communication gives out, there are others. That's not to mention the ease of repair. That's probably why Nico's van is like that.
In this logic and timeline Dante's life would be like this:
Mom, Dad, Vergil-> Mom, Vergil-> Mom, Dad, Vergil gone-> change name-> Grow up with Enzo, Nell, and Morrison protecting him -> Get shop, home-> Vergil back-> Vergil gone again-> meet Grue-> Have family again-> lose family again-> change name back-> be unable to kill the thing that keeps killing family, can only lock it away-> make friends-> friends in and out of life-> get nephew? get nephew-> Vergil's back again
This poor man.
and from "Lose family again" onwards he is essentially paying child support for Grue's surviving kids. Making sure they were not left behind like Vergil was. Eventually, Morrison got them jobs that allowed them to buy the Bar that their father loved, mirroring Dante in a way. By now I'm assuming about 15 years passed since their father and sister, Jessica, died, yet they were protected with the truth that demons and monsters are why their family broke up.
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These girls would be about 21-25, filling the age gap between Patty and Nero, so still being part of that new generation. Morrison still plans to keep it that way, given that look he gives V. In Morrison's defense, V was giving off Gilver vibes from the first goddamn trailer and he's not gonna let family history repeat himself.
It should be noted that the youngest of Grue's daughters, Nesty, is probably too young to remember when Tony was part of their family and doesn't get that Tony loved them and blames Dante for everything, while the middle oldest daughter, Tiki, does remember Tony and knows he didn't break the family.
So Dante/Tony has a lot of people going in and out of his life, usually very bloodily. This man live 3 lifetimes in the span of 45 years. So while I do not think that the deaths of Grue and Jessica are what solely broke Dante, If you add Mundas 'killing' his brother and Trish again, I'd say that did, especially if we include the fact that Dante could not kill Mundus at the time and he could break free at a moment's notice, which could play into why Dante jumped into hell because "I've lost my family 3 goddamn times I've reached my goddamn limit."
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fryandleelasbigfling · 7 months
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if there is any reason for fry and leela to have yet another wedding (besides the usual reason of them being soulmates), it's that morris and munda deserve to be above ground and consciously see their daughter get married. ideally they can even both walk her down the aisle. they all deserve that.
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mrgammakay · 1 year
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Remember when memes used to be questionnaires instead of gifs??? I AM ANCIENTTTTTT. @imindhowwelayinjune​ has placed a curse upon my house and now I’m honor-bound to dispel it.
Last song: Burn by 2WEI & Edda Hayes
Last show: The English was the last show I watched all the way through. I’m here for a good western and gotta use that accidental Amazon Prime 30 day free trial while it’s there.
Last Movie: I honestly can’t remember. Last time I was on a plane with in-flight entertainment, I watched Jurassic World: Dominion. It was terrible. But, hey, there were dinosaurs eating people.
Currently watching: I’m making my way through Rise of Empires: Ottoman Season 2. Work is holding me back but I WILL watch ancient political corruption, thanks. If all documentaries were shot like historical dramas, they would be my dragon hoard and I’d roll in a pile of them like a cat in catnip.
Currently reading: I’ve been trying to finish Women of Troy for over a month now, but I got distracted by a strong desire for magic ninja content. I also have A River Enchanted and Babel queued up in the reading roster.
Current obsession: I will never be able to escape my preoccupation with Uchihas. At this point, they’ve haunted me for over two decades and will haunt me for decades to come. I’ve been rereading the manga since Christmas. My DnD group has listened to 45 minutes of dissertations on power scaling problems in Naruto canon. Kishimoto continues to drag me to emotional narrative peaks joined together, not by sensible plot arcs or logical character motivations, but decimated, wasteland valleys of absolute plot fuckery.
Anyway. Sasuke’s a bitch, Itachi’s a god, and Shisui is a pure tragedy. I’ll be in this hell for the rest of my life.
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Five books I’ve enjoyed since September
Okay, I basically didn’t read in October or November but I sprinted through about 10 books in December to try to reach my reading goal for the year (unsuccessful).
She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan. New favorite book of all time. It’s got all my kinks: war, ancient history, swords, horses, deep-seated loathing (self and otherwise), vague mythological magic systems, khans. Never in my life have I connected with a character in a more visceral, unwanted way. My existential crisis was full-blown. I didn’t want to identify with a eunuch on a profound level, but here we are.
Greywaren by Maggie Steifvater. I reread the whole series before going into the final book, so I can’t remember if Greywaren was my favorite. But I’ve never read a magical world similar to the nonsense that goes on in the Dreamer Trilogy. It’s real good. Ronan is also a peak character. Aggressive goth Gryffindor farmboy representation matters.
Rogues: True Stories of Grifters, Killers, Rebels and Crooks by Patrick Radden Keefe. Like true crime but don’t like gory details? I don’t understand you, but this is the book you’re looking for.
Furysong by Rosaria Munda. I found the character arc resolutions a little unsatisfying in the end but overall, this is probably my top young adult fantasy series. Dragons. There’s so many dragons.
I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy. What a ride. I saw a lot of her interviews about this book before I read it, so I knew exactly what I was getting into. It’s powerful for someone to talk about their bullshit in a way that doesn’t sugar coat it. 
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I wrote almost nothing this year, but somehow this question caught me when I’ve just started working on a project again. The rust on this keyboard has been corroding since 2020.
“Still alive?” He asks. Irunae looks remarkably better than Énkava feels. He’s sitting up, for one. “So you’re not completely useless, then.”
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losergendered · 9 months
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Philip J. Fry from Futurama is a bipan, nonbinary man with autism and ADHD along with PTSD that uses he/they.
His girlfriend is Leela, a transgender, intersex, aceflux woman that uses she/her and xe/xem. She has autism, ADHD, anxiety and PTSD.
Philip's nephew, Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth, is a bisexual man with synthesia and is neurodivergent. Philip is his 30-times great uncle.
Philip's best friend is Bender, a bisexual robot with autism, NPD, HPD, and depression that is okay being addressed he/him.
Amy Wong is a straight demigirl who is autistic, has an eating disorder, and is hypersexual. She goes by zi/her.
Her boyfriend is Kif, a genderfae, paraboy, aliengender, asexual, bi straight, ply straight alien with anxiety, PTSD, and autism. Kif goes by any neutral-based masculine pronouns.
Hermes Conrad is an omni straight, omniflux man with OCD and anxiety. 
He is married to LaBarbara, an intersex, nonbinary woman who is straight and a sex-positive asexual. She is also polyamorous.
Their son is Dwight Conrad, who is a trans boy that is gay and questioning his romantic orientation. He is best friends with Hubert's son, Cubert, who is a pansexual boy.
Hubert is close friends with John F. Zoidberg, an abrosexual, omnipan, straight, AMAB, transmasc Decapodian that is autistic and has OCD, depression and ADHD. 
Calculon is a heteroflexible, quoiflux, bifluid manbot that is neurodivergent.
Linda van Schoonhoven is a butch-femme, trans lesboy that uses she/xi/he and is autistic with depression. Xi is friends with Morbo, an aroace, bi turian, aplatonic alien with bipolar disorder. 
Randy Munchnik is a femme, trans gay man with autism.
Hubert's rival, Professor Ogden Wernstrom, is a polysexual man with synthesia.
Hurbert ex-lover, Carol Miller who also goes by "Mom," is a frayromantic, asexual woman with NPD and bipolar disorder. Her eldest son, Walt, is trans and gay. Walt's young brother, Larry, is agender and uranic. And their younger maternal half-brother, Igner, is xenogender and marsic. All three brothers are autistic.
Leela's parents, Turanga Morris and Munda, are both intersex, genderless, t4t mutants. 
Yivo is an agender, genderless, abrosexual, polyamorous being. Shklee's sexuality is fluid between omnipan, omnisexual, pansexual, omniflux, panflux, pan gaybian, omni gaybian, mesque, and violenatian. Yivo's pronouns are shklee/shkler.
Roberto is a demiboy, masculine, demisexual, trans manbot who is gay and uses he/it. Roberto has psychosis, is schizospec, PTSD, autistic and has ADHD. 
The Donbot is a mafiacoric, libramasculine straight manbot. 
The Donbot's wife, Fanny, is a sex-ambivert, high femme, asexual heteroromantic fembot. 
Their daughter, Bella, is a nonbinary, femme, dyke, straightbian, lesboy who uses feminine and neutral pronouns.
Joey Mousepad is a demisexual, genderqueer, fag, gay manbot who is dyslexic and had ADHD and uses he/xe/they. His colleague/friend is Francis X. "Clamps" Clampazzo, who is nonbinary, an azurenby, butch, masculine, toric, and gay (blue/green), he is auDHD, bipolar and has PTSD who uses they/he/xe/she pronouns. 
The Robot Devil is a transmascfem, trans/ftm, transsexual, GNC, genderfluid, aroacespec, ambiamorous, femme, masculine, turigirl, gay man. He is pronounfluid depending on what his gender is and goes by the name "Bee" that is short for Beelzebot. He uses he/him for when masc presenting, she/her for fem presenting, they/them for neutral presenting, no pronouns for no gender presenting, they/he for masc/neu presenting, they/she for fem/nue presenting, he/she for masc/fem presenting, and all pronouns for masc/fem/neu/non-gender presentation. He has autism, BPD, anxiety, and PTSD. 
"hello! I forgot a few things for at LEAST two of the characters in my futurama request. Could you add frayromantic, greyromantic, nebaeromantic, and demisexual to robot devil after aroacespec and add hypersexual to him? Along with adding dyslexia to Francis after auDHD?"
"sorry, more addition to the futurama request, can you add demit4t to robot devil?"
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mannytoodope · 10 months
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Leela: Mom! Dad! Oh, I'm so sorry I got you kidnapped by a crazy madman who tried to feed you to piranhas.
Munda: We're just happy to be involved in your life.
Leela: No, no. It's my fault for telling you I was a superhero.
Morris: That's true.
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serafimkrex · 11 months
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Snippet of my OC having a nightmare and going to Nazir for help. Featuring: Vaermina and Hermaeus Mora and some foreshadowing. #FestusDiesBeforeHeTurns13 #HeLosesMostThingsLmfao
Serafim woke up in a fright, still feelings the tentacles wrapped around his neck in his dream. Still feeling the horror of being choked… being pulled away from his mum, and his dad.
sweat dripped from his forehead and tears spilled from his eyes, he tried his best not to have a panic attack, trying to remember what Veezara said to do when he was anxious. Hyperventilating, Serafim brought himself to sit up on the bed, his heart pounding, and increasingly getting louder.
“C… I see… uh…” Serafim thought for a moment, looking around the dark room. “Cabinet. I see cabinet.” He said aloud, in a quiet whisper. “Breathe, I smell..I… sniff… burn. I smell burn.” Serafim said, inhaling once more. Burn. stir. Cooking. Cooking!
he tried to think, more tears falling from his eyes and he thought. Who cook? He shakily made his way out of his bed, walking to the ‘kitchen’ in the sanctuary.
Nazir. A small smile growing on his face, running to his older brother, Nazir. Hands wrapping around his waist as he cried, and looked up at Nazir with wet, droopy eyes.
“What is it, riekling?” Nazir asked, his voice deeper than usual, it was croaky. Though that may just be the fact he’s whispering, and it’s just a little after midnight. Nazir looked down, looking away from the pot, and seeing Serafim’s tears. “Oh.” He said, bringing a hand to ruffle Serafim’s hair.
“Vaermina haunts me again, brother.” Serafim managed to say, though his voice was shaky, delicate, felt as if he may go non-verbal. “Haunts me… haunts me, haunts me—“ He said, the world around him.. he felt it spin. Felt Mundas spin as he stayed still.
he thought he’d fall and slip into the void, if it got any faster.
Nazir thought for a moment… was he this unlucky that he would have to deal with Serafim’s nightmares? He considered going to wake up Astrid, or Babette.
he let out a sigh, wiping Serafim’s tears.
“don’t cry, ‘s’annoying.” Nazir said, patting Serafim’s back before grabbing him by the waist and lifting him up, Serafim wrapped his legs around Nazir’s torso as Nazir let out a huff. Serafim bit his lip and contained his wailing.
“what happened in your dream, elf?” Nazir asked, using one hand to carry Sera, and the other to stir the soup.
Serafim thought for a moment, trying to remember everything he could.
“Mom. Dad. Gone. They… they took… damn it!” Serafim said, wrapping his hand around his face to hide himself; he wished he wore robes to bed so he could just wear the hood. trying desperately to remember all the Tamrielic he was taught. He thought in Falmeris, and then Ta’agra. Slowly translating into Tamrielic, he associated words with certain things, and played the little pattern game he came up with.
“A monster stole ma away, he stole her from me, and another stole dad, and one stole me. I ran and ran back to them, but I got pa instead of dad and ma, and then monster tried to choke me.” Serafim said, with a huff. The voice spoke to him, saying it would give him knowledge, and Vaermina fought against the monster, it seemed as if they were in an argument about something.
“Just a lad! Just a lad. But they wanted me. Wanted to take me away from everyone— lost everyone. It choked me, hurt so bad, hurt so bad, I couldn’t breathe.” Serafim wailed, squeezing his hands together, he wanted to bite himself so bad. But he knew Nazir wouldn’t let him bite.
“Want to have stew with me? It’ll make you feel warm, and it was just a dream. You’re here, you’re breathing, we can’t get your ma back, but you have Astrid, our mistress.” Nazir said, trying to be soothing.
“Dad and Gabriella say that The Night Mother is our mistress.” Serafim said, calming down slightly. He stopped shaking, and his heartbeat was steady now.
“Well, we don’t have her, now do we?” Nazir said, with a slight groan.
“Don’t like the tentacles that stole everyone.” Serafim said, with a heavy sigh. “Do you think I’ll lose everyone in the sanctuary too?” Serafim asked.
“I promise you won’t, Festus will stay with you until your adult years, I promise you that.”
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Summary: To most Dungeons and Dragons was a game, Whether they thought it was just a good way to pass the time, an escape, or even a calling card for worshiping Satan, at the end of the day it was still just a game.
To Others, it was no game, the risks were real and the enemies fatal. Not that anyone would ever believe him.
That is of course until his old adventuring party arrives to rescue him from the demo bats.
Part 1
Part 2 (coming soon)
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He knew he was different.
Not different in a way he could really explain. It wasn’t like when someone said it and meant they were just a bit slow, or when it was clear the world was trying to pretend someone was straight when they weren’t.
No, He knew he was different from the memories and skills that made no sense to the rest of the world.
He remembered growing up in Tal’Dori, remembered the weight of the morningstar between his hands that his mother had given him, her smile as feral as he felt as he learned to use it. He remembered the people coming to take his mom away, whispers about where she had gotten the bones she used in her weapons bouncing around the town. He remembered crafting a persona to hide how much these accusations hurt, because he knew he helped her hunt every single animal used in the weapons, his mother would never hurt anyone, but no one would listen. He remembers throwing himself into fighting rings just to work through the rage coursing through him until the healer at the ring looked at him, through his mask of rage and assholery, and told him to do better.  
He remembered trying, trying so hard to do better, to be better, discovering new aspects around him, powers he never dreamed of, and somehow it ended up with him meeting and joining an oddball group of adventurers who he quickly found he cared way too much for, and suddenly he wasn’t throwing himself in danger anymore for the thrill of it but rather to keep their sorry asses alive which was a harder task than he ever imagined himself willingly taking on.
It was in one such battle that had led to him ending up like this, being trapped in a world so vastly different from his own, years younger than he had been adventuring, and the people around him all seeming to think he had always been there. The magic and creatures he was so used to seeing vanished, replaced by technology and a seeming safety that made his skin crawl.
He hated it. Hated how his hard-earned muscles and scars were gone, the stories that went along with them nothing but make-believe to the friends and family he supposedly had here. He hated being called stupid as he stared at words in a language he had never seen before, forced to teach himself how to read and write again in secret because no one would believe that his ‘scribbles’ were the language he was used to. He hated how quiet the house he could never actually bring himself to call home was, missing the cramped shared rooms after taverns that never got remotely quiet but it didn’t matter because the only alternative was camping, and fuck if he didn’t love the feel of even a lumpy ass mattress after more then a few days of sleeping on the ground. He hated easily the mask he had crafted in between fights at the hidden rings slipped back on his face once more.
And if he was being honest with himself, which he very rarely was, he hated how the hope of his friends, of his true family showing up to save him, dwindled each passing day as he grew from a child just shy of eight to a teen and then even older still.
He hadn’t really expected the return of monsters in his life to be so gut-wrenching. He had expected it to be exciting, his friends finally arriving to bring him back to his real life, the thrill of battle coursing through his veins as he saw how rusty he had gotten from lack of fighting. Instead, he got pure unadulterated fear and a wish that he could have been ignorant.  
He hadn’t expected to find that this world wasn’t as magicless and mundane as he had thought as he was met with infernal-looking monsters and a plane mirroring the one he had been sent to. He didn’t expect to fear the names of monsters he had heard horror stories about, seen scars given by them to other unlucky adventurers over pints of ale, and a kinship born only from those that understood the true nature of the magical planes. The appearances were nothing like what had been shared in the quietest voices possible in taverns, healthy respect given to these creatures that could tear through unprepared adventurers like his morning star through paper, but the pure reverence they brought was the same.
Which lead to now, trekking through the Upside Down, without a clue of what to do, and woefully unprepared to even survive the hellscape alongside three people that two years ago he never would have even considered calling friends, attempting to get back to Nancy's house so they could find weapons and maybe some shoes for Steve, cause yikes if his old party could see him now…
The group was quick to pause as a tree to their left started to spark and glow, cracking open slowly to reveal a swirling gate.
As quickly and as quietly as their panic-stricken motley crew could manage, they dived for cover, hands gripping their make-shift weapons as tightly as possible. They held their breath as they frantically glanced around at each other, trying to form a game plan as they saw that he hadn't moved.
"Steve?" Robin breathed, terror dripping off her barely there words as he simply stared, frozen in place.  
The gate opening up in front of Steve felt different. The energy around it was familiar to him like the comfort of a well-worn shirt when rediscovered, wrapping him in warmth and comfort. It seemed to grow into the Upside Down instead of tearing into the flesh of the plane like the usual orange Gates did. It spread wider and wider and through the almost cheery green light streaming from the portal Steve could see the clear silhouettes of people drawing nearer and nearer. Silhouettes that he would recognize anywhere, even after all these years
“Steve, what the hell?” Robin hissed louder, more anxious this time, as he stepped forward.
“Harrington,” Eddie whispered grabbing at him only to be shoved away, Steve’s eyes never leaving the gate, “You’re freaking me out!
“Stev-!” Nancy finally snapped as he rushed forward only the word to die in her throat as a woman collapsed through the portal, Steve just barely managing to catch her.
Steve didn’t need to look down at the woman in his arms to know exactly who had come through, didn’t need to let his eyes trace over her flaming red hair and freckled cheeks, over her kind brown eyes and pale pink lips pulling into an ecstatic but exhausted smile, but he did because it had been so very long since Steve had seen her face and he had truly thought he never was going to see it again.
“Hi Keyleth,” Steve greeted softly, tears almost making him choke on the words, “I’ve missed you.”
He’s pretty sure the weak laugh the druid lets out is the single most beautiful thing he has ever heard.
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