#‘STARRY ? LIKE COW ?’
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i am literally in love with your swap au and your art dude omfg. you capture their likeness SO well. literally every character is dead on.. you have unmatched talent brother
OMG THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!!
I really need to say that this ask and the tags you left made my ENTIRE day, you have no idea how much it motivates me to draw more of this AU (which I was already planning to for sure!) You thinking that I captured their likeness is the best compliment ever because it's my main goal, I redesign them so many times until the final picture haha
I really like drawing for this AU so I tried to find some new stuff to show that, again, I hope I haven't posted here bc I can't remember. But they're all Diane or Mr Peanutbutter related, I'm sorry
#ask tag#starry-cow#bojack swap au#bojack horseman#diane nguyen#mr peanutbutter#kinda related but in fact I like cat diane + human mr peanutbutter and human guy sm#that I even did a version of them that they're fully my ocs smdnsn#also fun fact mr peanutbutter's name in this AU is Patrick
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do Not let my terminally online ass into a grocery store i saw like 3 different things there that instantly reminded me of mutuals i have on here
#real things that i thought while @ safeway earlier::#‘STARRY ? LIKE COW ?’#‘TRULY ? LIKE YOURS ?’#‘BAKERY ? LIKE BALLPIT ?’#yeah . sorry#get grinkled boy
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girls when they have enough accessories to coordinate a theme with their outfit<333
#I'm going somewhere and I'm wearing a planets bracelet‚ a necklace with a pink saturn pendant#the ufo cow abduction earrings‚ a helix earring that also looks like a pink saturn‚ and constellation socks#I could probably take this further in the actual outfit I DO have a nasa sweatshirt#and a shirt with the deathstar on it in the starry night painting style that says “it's not a moon!”#but I'm just wearing my rina sawayama shirt lmao
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noooo not me thinking of a fairly ambitious hnk piece
#everytime i see a post that discusses phos's realization that he just simply wanted to be loved in ch99 and how the ch just. spans by so so#SO many years that im just like. [cow at the beach man top text#the actual artwork involves phos's memories in the background with a starry over lay (??idk how to explain this lol) and its her looking#into the sky like in the last panel of ch99 but at the same time hes looking at his memories#idk this shit kinda hit id love to look into more analysis about phos's entier character#hits** there were some things that hit a tad bit too close to home lolll
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Hhhhhhh this is gonna be embarrassing 4 me to write out shshjsjs but I LOVE your writing and I have a request
If your like up for it, could you write another yanfic? But cowboy x ‘showgirl’ (a dude cross dressing for fun) it’s sfw
Like the cowboy goes to one of the readers shows and is immediately obsessed with the performer who he assumes is just a really flat woman, but when the cowboy goes backstage to find the woman he’s met with a man who looks identical to the woman on stage and realizes that the woman of his dreams was actually a man and to the cowboy that’s even better
N they go on a date and it’s fluffy and shit cus i love fluff and cowboys, i really fucking love cowboys
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✶ ﹑ love at first performance ﹏
NOW STARRING : Soft cowboy (Cole Hudson) x show"girl" reader
「ㅤSFWㅤ」ㅤCole goes to watch one of reader's show and was captivated by the performance but he didn't know that reader wasn't really a showgirl.
✙ warnings — fluff, reader cross-dresses, addresses reader as woman in the first bit (he doesn't know yet) use of her once! I'm not very good at portraying a cowboy well...
notes ,, this got me doing my research ! not too sure if this is accurate for show girls (｡ŏ﹏ŏ) not proofread!
Dusty boots scraped on the floor as Cole navigated through the bustling crowd; his heart raced from how many people there were. As the cowboy wandered in the dimly lit venue, his gaze fixated on the stage where beautiful women dressed in flamboyant clothing that glittered and swayed with their movement, danced along with the rhythm of music blaring through speakers. One showgirl especially caught Cole's attention. The way your body moved like water was hypnotising and he coupling stop his heart from thumping against his ribcage.
At first, Cole wasn't interested in these loud events; always scarin' his poor cows and his horse, but this time his pal had really insisted for him to visit one. 'It would be fun,' he said, 'see lots of spectacular performances and maybe some cute girls,' he said. So, Cole rode his horse into the heart of town and here he was now, stuck between sweaty bodies and glaring lights in his eyes.
That one performer though, your radiance was brighter than the other showgirls. Cole was entranced by your dancing, oh how he wishes he was there with you, hand on your hips, slow dancing under the soft streetlights of his home town. He slid his hat off, placing it over his chest almost like he was trying to muffle the sound of his racing heart. The costumes were bright, dazzling, and flowed easily in the wind. They were also quite revealing, accentuating the girl's cleavage and showing off the performer's midriff. All but you.
Cole noticed the lack of well— a larger chest like the other girls had, but he just assumed you were flat-chested. That didn't matter to him, besides, he prefered modesty anyways. After a few minutes, your performance was unfortunately coming to an end. The music faded out and the vibrant lights dimmed as he watched you all bow. The venue filled with deafening clapping but Cole couldn't help but stare starry-eyed at you as you walked off stage. He needed to meet you in person.
The next act slowly made their way to the stage but Cole couldn't care less about them; it was a horse show! He's pretty skilled with horses himself so there was no need to stay. Once again he pushed through the crowd of cheering people, weaving his way out of the venue. When he emerged out, Cole was hit with the crisp night air, a stark contrast of freshness compared to inside the venue. His eyes scanned the area, trying to find where the performers went after their show and he was able to spot a small tent that had light seeping out of the gaps. Cole walked over to said tent and grazed the fabric with his fingertips in hesitancy. He took a deep breath; his chest heaving before he shut his eyes and pushed the fabric aside, walking inside.
He opened his eyes as he walked in, a few showgirls turned around to look at him with confused faces and he just stood there dumbfounded. The words he wanted to speak were clogged by the lump in his throat. You walked up to him, waving your hand infront of his face, "Hey, are you okay?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. He blinked a few times before tilting his head down to meet your gaze. Christ you were beautiful, almost hauntingly similar to the showgirl he was infatuated with earlier. "U—um, I'm looking for a specific showgirl that performed tonight and I was wonderin' if I can... find her," He mumbled out, his eyes locked onto your features as if he was assessing your face. "Are you two, by any chance, relatives of some sort?" He questioned, his country accent shining through his voice.
The girls giggled while taking off their make-up and Cole shot them a confused glance. You sighed with a small chuckle and you looked down at your feet, "By any chance, would this 'showgirl' you're looking for, be me?" Once again, Cole stared at you with his jaw open. He felt his heart strangely flutter despite knowing that you were a guy. He swore he wasn't into guys but you were— different. Not like any man he's seen. He just couldn't shake off his attraction towards you.
"You're a fella?"
"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"
"Well I'll be damned, you are one beauty."
The mixture of his country accent and your more refined accent strikingly contrasted but for some reason complemented eachother. City boy meets country boy. It seemed like Cole had a staring problem because once again, he was blankly gazing into your eyes. It was charming though, how Cole always looked like he was admiring you. Pretty flattering to say the least. Out of nowhere he spoke up...
"How 'bout takin' a ride on my horse?"
How did you get here? Holding onto Cole's waist, you screamed pathetically. Your eyes were screwed shut and your cheek was pressed against his back, all you could hear were hooves thumping on the ground and Cole's warm laugh that echoed through the valley. You two were going so fast that you swore you'd fall off if you didn't hold on tight enough. "You enjoying the ride darlin'?" Cole chuckled, peering over his shoulder to see you clutching onto him like a koala, "Slow down, please!" He ignored your pleas to slow down, "C'mon sweetheart, open your eyes, the stars tonight are just somethin' else!" He yelled through the noise of the wind instead. When he saw that you didn't budge from your terrified position, he just let out a soft laugh and placed one hand over your ones that were clasped around his waist. The warmth of his calloused palm spread to your fingertips and you almost forgot how cold it was tonight. "We're almost there, don't worry," his voice was gentle and thick like honey as he reassured you.
You weren't used to this, not used to the serene silence of the nature, not used to the wind beating so hard against your body, not used to clinging onto a cute cowboy for your dear life as he rode his horse with such passion. You've grown used to the smoke filling the city, used to the loud noises of late night partiers and engines running, used to being by yourself in an apartment with only the warmth of your blanket to keep you company. When was the last time you felt so— free?
The wind died down and you two slowly halted to a stop; you didn't even realise. "You can let go now sugar," Cole giggled as he waited for you to look up from the comfort of his back. You raised your head, your eyes meeting the beautiful scenery of a small cliff with forests lining the background and a starry display of the night sky that seemed like the stars were winking at you. This was a sight you could never see in the city. Cole slides off his horse, planting his two feet on the floor before extending a hand up to you to help you get off too. Your hand reluctantly meets his, the warmth of his palm returning to your finger tips as he guides you down, catching you when you hopped off. The way he handled you was so gentle, as if he was a beast and you were a fragile butterfly.
"Guess you could say we're on a date, huh?" Cole's smile punched your gut from how soft he looked, his hand never left yours. You scoff at his remark — but in a light-hearted way — as your eyes leave his instead, and returned to the scene presented infront of the both of you. It really did seem like a date, far more romantic than any fancy dinner in the big city. Oh and the way his eyes aren't even looking at the sky. He's looking at you. "Ain't it a sight for sore eyes?" He marvelled, and you know he's not talking about the scenery.
"Yeah, it really is," You breathed out quietly like your breath had just been taken away. Cole's eyes finally leave you and he stared at the soil beneath him before he spoke, his voice hushing to barely above a whisper, "You goin' back to the big city soon?" He doesn't want you to leave. Not now. Not yet. Before you could speak, his large hands bring yours together and he traps them between his. His eyes were wide and his brows were furrowed, "Please don't go," he blurted out, embarrassingly higher pitch than he wanted his voice to be.
Your eyes soften as you couldn't help the giggles that escaped your throat. Your eyes lingered on his hands over yours and you noticed the way his fingers trembled slightly but his strength in his grip never faltered. He wasn't allowing you to leave. You did have time before your next gig so, why not?
"Maybe I'll stay for a little longer."
Your heart ached when you saw Cole sigh in relief, his eyes darting everywhere but yours with dusted rose cheeks. He let go of your hands, clutching his own. "I reckon I'll take you out to the strawberry farm my buddy owns. You can't find nothin' sweeter than the fresh grown strawberries out here," He proposed, his fingers skimming over his own knuckles. He was somewhat afraid that you'd reject him. You were so sophisticated, so refined that he couldn't help but feel silly next to you, a big performer who traveled the country to entertain. You, on the other hand, almost instantly fell to your knees from his adorable invite. Strawberry farming? With this cute cowboy you just met? Hell yeah!
"Sounds like a deal, um—" You just realised, you never got his name, "Oh! It's Cole, Cole Hudson," He replied, tipping his hat at you. Jotting his name down in your mind, you glanced at the sky, and noticed that it was incredibly dark, your manager and the girls would be worried if you were nowhere to be found in an unfamiliar place, "Well, I guess it's time to let you be. Let me take you back to your place for tonight." A whistle breaks through the silence in the air as Cole called over his horse, her hooves tapped against the floor in a trot as he took your hand in his and hoisted you up onto the horse's back before hopping on himself, "Hold on, sweets," He smiled, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his waist, securing yourself to him. With a gentle nudge of his foot and the flick of the reins, he guided his horse forward.
You were a little braver this time, keeping your head up as you tried to look around you but it was practically useless now as everything was pitch-black. You wondered how Cole could navigate in such darkness, maybe it was because he travelled up this same path multiple times and knew it better than the back of his palm. As of now, you put your whole trust in him to escort you to your hotel safely.
The lights of the town in the distance inched closer as you two finally made it back. The town was eerily quiet as many people were presumably asleep at this hour — it was so different to the city. "Thanks for the ride, Cole, I really enjoyed it," You thanked him while fumbling to get off his horse; you were still getting used to it. Cole had a hand gently caressing the mahogany-coloured fur of his mare as he looked at you with those hazel eyes of his.
"See you here tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sure."
You found yourself rushing to meet up with Cole the next morning. Something in you just— felt at home with him. You met up with him, he took you on his horse, and after a few long conversations about seemingly anything that popped into your minds, you and Cole arrived to the strawberry farm. It was a surprisingly big farm with green rows of leaves with a pop of red peaking out from behind the leaves. Cole helped you put on your boots and strapped a hat to your head to shield you from the harsh sun of the countryside.
"I'll teach ya how to find the sweetest ones," Cole grinned, flicking his head to the side as he encouraged you to follow him. He trudged along the rows of strawberries with his sleeves rolled up above his elbows, showing his well-built forearms. He had given you a little basket and labelled you on 'basket duty,' but you didn't complain. You stared at his back while he proudly walked infront of you, it was now that you realised how big he was compared to you, both in height and muscle. Could you grow to his height in the future? Probably not.
You were snapped out of your trance when Cole squat down and reached a hand out to one particularly red strawberry, "Here, this is a good one," he hummed contently before plucking it off the stem before handing it to you, "Y'see, a bright red tells you its a sweet strawberry, and these green caps are also good," Cole explained. He placed the strawberry into the basket and turned back around, walking forward with peeled eyes. He wanted to find the best ones for you.
"How 'bout you try, darlin'?" Cole asked, glancing over his shoulder before reaching out his arm to encircle around your waist, drawing you closer and leading you forward. "Alright," You hesitated on agreeing but why not give it a try? You couldn't get this experience anywhere in the city. Your eyes caught on specific strawberry that fit the 'Sweet Strawberry' criteria that Cole suggested to you. Vibrant color? Check. Green cap? Check. You picked it off the stem and showed Cole for approval. He placed a hand on his chin as he looked like he was lost in analysing the strawberry. A smile plastered on his face and his dimples appeared, "You'll ain't gonna know 'till you try it."
Bringing the strawberry to your lips, you sunk your teeth into it, the refreshing sweetness meeting your tongue. Your gaze was casted off into space as you took some time to process how to describe the taste until you suddenly felt warm fingers tilt your chin up. Before you could question it, Cole leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, savouring the taste of the strawberry that was lingering on your lips. It was only a small peck before he pulled away. You swear you were just swept off your feet and— was it getting really hot or was it just you? You stood there, frozen, unsure of how to act after that kiss. That was enough to send your heart running laps.
"It's real sweet, you sure did a good job pickin' that one sweetheart."
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notes ,, I loved writing this so much! Thank you nonnie ♡♡ I wasn't planning on writing this much but I just had to ,, anyways! If you wanna see more Cole please request scenarios/date ideas/etc etc, also, thank you for 400+ followers ♡ my read more thing keeps breaking so don't mind if its kinda weird!
#servicpop — fics/drabbles#oc x male reader#male x reader#mlm#male x male#sub male reader#male reader#cowboy oc#x male reader#m!reader#oc x reader#bottom male reader#x bottom male reader#fluff
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oh to be alhaitham and kaveh's third roommate. less of a stray, more of a tax-paying citizen of sumeru city who mellows the two of them out. mediates by your nature.
you listen to kaveh's rants and ravings, let him show you his blueprints and new inspirations, and inspire him in kind with casual beauties you bring him. a padisarah in full bloom you found by the market. a seashell, found on the shores of yazahada pool, carried in from the ocean by the rivers current.
you sit quiet with alhaitham. you pet his hair after long days, lean against his side during the kinder ones. he likes when you read over his shoulder or have your nose in your own book. you start keeping a book of crossword puzzles on the coffee table, topped with a black ink pen, and you'll ask alhaitham to do one with you when the mood strikes.
(nsfw)
you cow them both into being a bit more... reasonable with one and other. they're oil and water, sun and moon, sky and sea. you remind alhaitham that antagonizing kaveh with staunch logic isn't the best way to resolve a conflict. you remind kaveh that not everything he feels is a personal slight is intended to be taken in such a way.
you are the jar that hold the oil and water. the star bed that carries the sun and moon. solid earth that keeps the sky tethered and the sea close.
alhaitham takes your recommendation for books seriously-- dives into fiction at your request. his assistant at the akademiya catches him reading what could only be called a "smut novel" between meetings. kaveh drags you into the study and kisses you breathless on the comfy chaise lounge in the corner, pushing you into the cushions and telling you sweetly-- "stay just like that." sketches you. paints you. memorizes the contours and curves of you.
when you tumble into bed, it's a dance.
kaveh maps out the curves of you with soft, long-fingered hands. leaves scratches and opened-mouthed kisses in his wake. kaveh wants to feel you. the rush of heat that comes when he sucks a bruise into your neck. the breath that rushes from your lungs when you let out a pretty keen.
alhaitham wants to know you. wants to learn you in the most intimate way. he wants to know the best angles to crook his finger inside you, the positions that make your eyes roll back in your skull. there's something about rendering you-- someone so horribly intentional, kind, present-- into a puddle, at his hand, that alhaitham quietly adores. shows you, more than tells you. you never leave bed without a limp, or a drooling web of slick and spunk stickying your thighs.
you drag them close. glut yourself on them. watch starry eyes when they kiss, whimper at the way they both go weak for teasing. you spit in your palms and tug at them both, watch with a split smile when kaveh has to duck his head into alhaitham's neck. overcome with just a little touch.
it's all reciprocal. you trade teeth marks (and in alhaitham's case, chomps) and have a schedule for who cooks dinner each night. you link arms with kaveh on the way to the market and steal sips of alhaithams tea before bed. you all attempt to steal the duvet during the night, so you propose to invest in another to keep folded at the end of your shared mattress.
you're grateful, to have fallen into step with them
#lore writes#alhaitham x reader#kaveh x reader#alhaitham x reader x kaveh#drabbles#i love these two#their dynamic#oh to be squished between them#lovely and domestic :'^)
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I have an idea for a tag game, so here we go!
Shuffle your playlist 5 times, list the first word of each song, and tag however many moots you’d like! (free tags are also great!) you don’t have to say the name of the song or anything, but you can if you’d like.
I
I’m
Toss
You
The
(sorry mine are kinda boring lol)
tag: if I don’t tag you, then free tag! @labratgurlz , @starry-cow , @scgrimbly , @creapysummer , @nothingbetterthanrevenge , @nobody33333333 , @sophieswundergarten , @myfairkatiecat , @emily3clipse1 , @redesignsyourlogo , @theoneunidentifiedbody , @iwanttokmsbutimtoosilly , @astralesha , @https-journal , @bookscorpion73
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In all honesty, the funniest thing about this trio (lili/dogen/raz) is the context— like Lili is the daughter of the HEAD of the psychonauts, a prestigious line dating back to the founders, known for their capabilities with fern and then you have dogen who’s the son of another line of prestigious psychics concerning both ACTUAL MURDER and animal telepathy
And then you have like
Some fucking circus dude
Like Raz is a fucking prodigy in itself but from the outside view he is really just “some dude— oh wait, oh shit.” These bitches go to parties and take smug satisfaction in introducing local circus man who also saved the world
yeah, pretty much
(BUT ALSO joking aside this is kind of one of the reasons i think they thematically work so well as a trio! mini-essay under cut)
because that’s exactly it, right – Lili and Dogen both grew up immersed in this world. they’re part of it, part of the community, their families are intimately linked with the founding of the Psychonauts. Lili’s dad is the Grand Head, the boss of this organisation that Raz, meanwhile, is so desperate to join. because Raz is the outsider to all of this – he so badly wants to be a part of the action, the heroism, the community. (and also, sure, we find out in PN2 he technically has that family connection too – but he also has, uh, really good reasons not to make that public knowledge lol)
so many of Lili and Raz’s interactions in PN1 turn on the fact that Lili finds camp so routine as to be entirely boring, whereas Raz is so unashamedly passionate about everything. he’s so completely starry-eyed to get a glimpse into this world, and meet the heroes from his comic books – and his enthusiasm ends up being infectious! it’s what Lili needs to break out of her own apathy, and they start conspiring and arranging midnight rendezvous and going on this whole adventure together… and the rest is history.
i just really like how that setup – Lili and Dogen having grown up with the Psychonauts, Raz being an outsider – manifests in a unique dynamic for each of the pairs, y’know? i write Lili and Dogen as childhood friends. they’ve known each other the longest of the three, they have so many shared experiences, and i think on some level they understand each other the best because of how they’ve come from such similar places. Lili and Raz have this incredible shared passion, they hype each other up and feed each others’ senses of wonder and enthusiasm. and for Dogen and Raz – Raz is one of the only people who treats Dogen as just a person, first and foremost. he’s not cowed by his family’s reputation at all, he doesn’t have any of the baggage that so many people do when they hear the name “Boole”... it’s so unexpected and refreshing for Dogen that he can’t help getting attached!
(and not to get too deep, but it’s especially compelling to me when you consider how the game’s narrative around psychic powers is one that parallels neurodivergence, mental illness, trauma, and broad themes of “otherness”... it’s a thread i like to tease at sometimes around how communities can form, and things can bring people together and individuals can find each other and be seen in their shared experiences. it’s funny but it’s also sweet! it’s really sweet to me.)
#he's just gotta keep trying to get his brand out there... you'll get there some day buddy#you're so right in that they hype him up SO much at fancy parties and stuff#psychonauts#future superstar agents au#fsau raz#fsau lili#fsau dogen#comic
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Wedding Guest List*
*Just drop us a line if you would like to be on the guest list, too …
@2apples-tall
@70snasagay
@acupwithdirtinside
@amagnificentobsession +1 Lucian (vampire)
@actual-changeling
@andiv3r
@angel-and-the-serpent
@archangelcrowliel
@archangelscorner
@ares-is-not-a-god
@angelsmothwings
@ar1mas
@aroaceblackhole
@aziraphalalala
@bagelofchaos
@bi-squirrel + @starry-cow
@brinnybee
@captainblou
@carbonarak
@catkato
@celticseawych
@charleychimney
@charlie-the-egg
@crazypigeonenjoyer
@dream-of-pain
@ex-supreme-archangel-gabriel (pending Apology Dance)
@fellshish
@fishyfiles (pending grooms' approval and Apology Dance)
@former-prince-of-hell (pending Apology Dance)
@fuckyouheresyourcoffee
@god-in-the-basement
@greenthena
@grinningtincan
@gudenoodle
@historian-crown
@i-dream-of-sheeny (+1 of @docdust)
@i-dont-love-thebeatles-actually
@i-likefrogs
@immortal-rice
@ineffabledeathtoallmetatrons
@ineffablegays13
@ineffable-suffering
@internm0thb0y
@justmori + @lokibaby6
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round 5: bracket 7 vs bracket 8 champion
Noc gwiaździsta (Starry night) by Józef Chełmoński, 1888:
no propaganda has been submitted
Orka na Ukrainie (Ploughing in Ukraine) by Leon Wyczółkowski, 1892:
propaganda: coming to you from the author of the beutiful beets painting from the first tournament: cows in the prettiest hues of the colour blue you’ve ever seen
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You love Magical Girls... You love Stars... Are there any like... Star Magical Girls in Magia Record? Like... based off a star or something similar?
Himena is based off of Tanabata legend, with her being Orihime-- aka the star Vega! Her boyfriend (Hiko) is based off of Hikoboshi, aka Altair. That said, I can't really say either of them are very "starry"? At least, they don't really scratch the star itch for me. They might fit the legend but not the aesthetic
Yachiyo has the most star-aesthetic design in the game imo, and she even gets two alts that more directly connect her to star stuff. Like, look at this:
Now THIS is a fucking star aesthetic.
Interestingly enough, Yachiyo gets linked to Vega via her Tanabata alt. And by association, that means Tsuyu Mizuna is also linked to Vega, and therefor Chizuru gets linked to Altair. Since Tsuruno and Sana are the magpies that help bring the two together, maybe we can pretend that they're Deneb...?
I dunno what it is with the game and its obsession with Vega, but it's a really cool star! In the future it will replace Polaris as the northern polestar. Another really cool thing is that Vega is a very important star for modern astronomers and is used as a reference when measuring other stars. It's not uncommon to hear it called the "second most important star in the sky," and it's the second star to ever be photographed (after the Sun of course)!
It's not a star, but Mifuyu gets linked to the moon. Curiously enough, Masara also gets linked to the moon in her doppel.
Chisato Shion has a doppel called "Spica" which is also the name of a star! (Pronounced SPY-kuh or SPEE-kuh). Spica is a really cool star from Virgo-- which yes is the "maiden" constellation but also the holder of the the scales/Libra, aka a constellation of justice. Kind of suits her. I wouldn't say that she has much other starry comparisons though.
Rabi is obsessed with stars, though her aesthetic is... regrettable. But I think it's interesting that she hangs around Nayuta (cow) and Mikage (bird, based off her doppel). In some ways she also has Altair elements, particularly the feathers (Altair is an eagle, a vulture, a falcon...). Altair is the cow-herding star in some places, and Mikage brings back to mind the idea of Deneb. Ashes wrote a piece comparing Hiko and Rabi (before we knew definitively that Hiko was a real dude), though regrettably the link seems to be broken.
Touka compares Iroha and her sister to two different stars at one point, but I can't remember what they were. I think it might have been in the Pegasus constellation...? I thought that was odd because I wasn't sure why those stars in particular, but I could 100% be wrong on my memory here.
Yeah! A surprising amount of star stuff in the game, but only a few of them really fit my aesthetic requirements.
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hotch being smitten over reader when they have a case back in their hometown :( looking at them with starry eyes as they tell the team about how they used to sneak out with their friends to hang out in the park until sunrise. maybe he’ll notice she’s gone from the hotel the night before they leave, and he finds her there so they sit on the swings together <//3
fuck i want hotch to push me on the swings when i'm telling him about my adventures in my hometown
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He knows where to find you, he just wishes he didn't look so silly joining you.
You look right perched on a ride-on horse toy, the thick spring beneath the animal's body swaying gently as you do. As he steps up beside you, footsteps crunching in the woodchips below him, your head jerks to face him.
You relax when you realize it's not the killer you're looking for, and though he came out with the intention of chiding you for being so careless, he can't bring himself to. He lowers himself onto the tiny seat of the duck that's vacant next to you, the spring creaking beneath him.
"I should take a picture," You giggle wistfully into the starry night above you, "No one's ever gonna believe I got the great, grumpy Aaron Hotchner to sit on a springy duck toy."
"Well believe it or not I've done it for Jack a time or two," You can hear the smile in his voice, and it's as good as a laugh in your book, "He used to be afraid of them so he'd make me do it first."
"Oh my god, please tell me you were in a suit then, too." You gush, glancing over at him and finding he hadn't changed for the night. He does chuckle this time, and it warms you through the chilly night air.
"No, probably jeans and a t-shirt," He watches the overdramatic slump of your shoulders, but his eyes fall to the hand you have on the horse's plastic tail.
"You said that one was your favorite." He remembers the conversation you had with Morgan and Prentiss earlier, regaling them with stories of your youth in this very town.
Your hand tightens around the pony's tail, "Yeah. I named him Rolo."
"Rolo.. any reason?"
"I liked the candy." You dismiss with a reminiscent giggle, "I was four, Hotch, cut me some slack."
He lets out an amused, 'Ah,' and runs a finger over dried mud that's caked onto the duck's face. It crumbles off beneath his massive hand and he brushes it off with his clean one, "Do the other ones have names?"
"No," You giggle, "I was the only one who ever named mine. That one, the one you're sitting on was my friend Lacy's. And that one," You point to a dog across the park, "That was Charlie's, and the cow over there was Lea's."
Aaron tunes the world out for a moment, letting your voice and nothing but it fill his senses. He doesn't hear cars driving by, he doesn't think about the case you're working, all he knows is you and your rambling. Your eyes shine like the stars above you and he admires your ability to become what you've always known, how you'd become the stars you'd spent so many nights staring at. He has a sudden urge to become one himself, if only to twinkle bright enough to shine a similar light on you as you do for him.
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Any case that ends with a hostage recovered is a good one. Well, they're never good, but your spirits aren't as crushed this time as they would have been had you not gotten the victim out. You're doodling away on a scrap of paper when Aaron sits down across from you, but you look up as a familiar gold-and-brown tube slides into your vision.
"Rolos," You breathe, eyes twinkling with the light of the universe once more, "Thanks, Hotch!"
He pulls a snickers bar out of his jacket pocket and sends you a soft smile, "Mine is named Snickers, by the way. I didn't want to leave him without a name."
"Snickers the duck," You conclude, popping a Rolo into your mouth and letting the caramel ooze onto your tongue, 'I like it."
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Babes top 5 babygirl moments
Top 5 Babe? Or Tharn?? I'm going to do Tharn.
Top 5 Babygirl Tharn Moments from The Sign.
Tharn's reaction to exchanging numbers with Phaya. He was clearly over the moon about it. I would even say giddy about it, especially when Phaya took a candid pic of him for his contact icon and looked Tharn right in the eyes and said he liked it.
"I promise to be good" Telling lies with those big brown cow eyes. No wonder Yai and Phaya believed him. How could they not? Look at him.
Tharn snuggling up to Phaya while Phaya spills the tea about their past lives. Tharn is just so holdable and I'm glad Phaya takes advantage of that because you just gotta hold.
Tharn wearing Phaya's clothes. Not only are the sleeves eating up his entire arms but also look at how much fabric is bunching around his ankles. And I just KNOW the shirt smells like Phaya's expensive cologne so it's like one big hug for Tharn and he looks perfectly pocket-sized.
Tharn looking up at Phaya with hearts and starry eyes after Phaya apologized to him. He's just so happy that Phaya cherishes him and wants him around even tho he's afraid to be around him.
I'm cheating and adding 6 because we gotta include sad babygirl Tharn crying and hugging Phaya's jacket in his apartment. I know he crying but look at him he looks so...
TOP 5 ANYTHING FROM THE SIGN
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" Woah... where am I? "
ᨒ↟ ⋆｡° . welcome to the FOREST, ↟.
° , ○ i hope you're ready. . . ⋆ .˚⭒ ⋆. ˚
˚➶ ｡ ┊ HOW TO JOIN THE GAME
╰⪼ type in the comments below and wait for an anon ask . . .
╰⪼ when you recieve the ask, answer it and you will be transported to the forest . . .
╰⪼ good luck . . .
GAME ENTRIES ARE CURRENTLY OPEN, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE A COMMENT OR SEND ME A DM AND YOU WILL BE ADDED!
⫘⫘⫘⫘ about the game ⫘⫘⫘⫘
this section is currently in progress... things might be incomplete or missing!
you enter the forest, being placed somewhere on the map below.
you do not know where you are, having nothing to base this on besides which tree type you are surrounded by and whether or not you have a water source nearby.
the game begins with an animal interaction, where you may start off with either a positive, negative or neutral impact on your animal points score (something which will become relevant as you progress).
as you continue, you will traverse in a path along the forest. you cannot control which direction you walk in, because each direction is the same to you. north, south, east and west are concepts you have no grasp of in this land. only forward.
it is possible that eventually you will come across another player.
⫘⫘⫘⫘ animal points ⫘⫘⫘⫘
this section is currently in progress... things might be incomplete or missing!
animal points represent a morality score more than a currency within this game, though you are able to exchange animal points in certain ways like a currency.
in functionality, your animal points determine whether certain actions - ones involving the forest's wildlife - are successful or unsuccessful.
you begin with an animal point count of 0, and depending on the choices you make, your count can either go up (into the positives), down (into the negatives), or stay at 0. the result of your first animal interaction begins this, but you can always turn back later and have your points progress in a different direction.
⫘⫘⫘⫘ current players ⫘⫘⫘⫘
residents of the forest are...
- @iceeericeee start
aka CINNAMON
- @agoodpairofsocks start
- @selkieconcha start
- @daisy-has-too-many-wives start
- @starry-cow start
- @bagelofchaos start
- @typophobia-hijinks start
- @demitheshine start
- @helphowdoiusethis
- @punkgeorgewashington start
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hello hello beautiful people of the internet, i’m feeling Some Sort of Way tonight and would like to wax poetic about my views on Dionysos’ appearance:
i think of Him only as a Him because it subverts the image of the god i used to worship. gone is the He/Him who thinks of me as a disgrace, as something to be changed, as something to be hated. in its stead is the He/Him who takes my hands and truly claims me as His own, just as i am.
also He’s a He/Him as in He has top surgery and phalloplasty scars in gold, and a He/Him like a butch lesbian in the 1950s using those pronouns so His femme wife Ariadne can have a semblance of a “normal” life, and a He/Him like some super feminine gay guy, and a He/Him like you’d call a particularly friendly cow/cat/snake/other wild creature.
He’s got long, dark hair that falls down His back, and always seems to have just come undone. His skin is dark, and seems to change colors as though He were perpetually sitting under a sunlit tree - lighter to darker, darker to lighter. He smells of frankincense, but somehow it’s not the kind you get in churches. His body is soft, and seems to pose no threat - appearances are nothing when you have power. He is painted with red paints depicting fearsome animals, but also vineyard scenes.
Dionysos is constantly wearing crowns of something. He’s wearing crowns of ivy, or of vibrant flowers and foliage that Ariadne makes for Him. two bull horns sprout from His head; they are decked out in brilliant golden rings and chains - there is irony in this, and He knows it.
He wears clothing (sometimes), but what that clothing is is never certain. it is soft and warm, but smooth and cool at the same time. it is something that is fitting of a King, but can be worn to run wild in the woods. usually it’s a dress, sometimes it’s simply a fawnskin draped over His shoulders.
His voice is something loud and chaotic, but only a few are blessed enough to ever truly hear it. it strikes fear into the heart, but is followed by intense peace. He never speaks alone - the retinue that follows Him does plenty of speaking as well.
And, finally, He brings with Him a beautiful joy. it’s a joy that is felt in a gently weighted hand while praying, it’s that joy that comes from fruits given by strangers, it’s that first rush of tipsiness in a bottle of wine, it’s the feeling of wildflowers and grasses brushing against your ankles, it’s the first breath of warm air in the spring and the first breath of cool air in the fall. sunny days and starry nights are celebrated equally joyfully under Him, and He holds His followers through every day.
#was i drunk writing this?#yes#is it still true?#ya#also guess the stuff that i’ve actually experienced#vs the stuff that’s just me vibe-checking Dionysos#dionysian#dionysos#dionysus#dionysos deity#dionysus deity
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the ask you got about hockeys flushing easily got me thinking:
what do you think would make andrei flustered? like what’s The Thing that makes him blush and then turn into the biggest simp in the world?
i just feel like this man is in a constant state of blush
everything you do has him flustered, but especially when you give him any sort of compliment about himself or give him your undivided attention. he just seems like he hates focusing on and talking about himself. something so simple as you verbally saying how he looks so cute or hot right now, or saying something like how you love his tiny little ears as you play with them or having your hand on his face and tracing the little scars on his chin or playfully poking his dimple making him smile as you tell him you love the little tooth gap he got playing the sport he loves. he would absolutely not be able to look you in your eyes and get so beet red knowing you love all his little imperfections but then he looks at you with those baby brown cow eyes all starry eyed and in love and oh god
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