#but Nanna was a kid once
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Snail Fic
varadeva, crackfic based on server convos
Kid Deva is afraid of snails.
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1981
Deva runs over to his father, dutifully presenting the bundle of documents Amma had sent with him.
Dhaara smiles down at him, ruffling his hair affectionately. “Look at my boy, so responsible.” Deva feels his chest puff with pride. “Six years old and already going on important missions for the tribe.” Dhaara pokes Deva’s cheek, and Deva giggles.
His father takes the documents, glancing down at them before setting them on the desk, and then returns his attention to Deva. “Well? Didn’t your mother tell you to come back home once you’re done here?”
Deva doesn’t move, but his lips drop down into a pout. Dhaara chuckles. “Alright, alright, I did promise you last week that I would take you into the Shouryanga forges,” he says, and Deva bounces on his toes, giddy over the fact that he’d get to see where his father worked most of the week, when he wasn’t at home or in political meetings with the rest of the tribe council. “Follow me.”
Dhaara reaches towards the documents on the desk, then stops. “Not again,” he sighs. “We’ll have to get new ones, chinna.”
Deva walks over to the desk, leaning on his tippy-toes to see the papers. He gasps when he sees that they look.. wet? He quickly scans the rest of the surface. The cup of coffee is on the far side, and there’s no way it would’ve spilled all the way over here. However, there seems to be a trail of wetness across a corner of the desk, the one that the papers were close to. “What happened?” he asks.
“Snail,” Dhaara says. “Now come on,” he gestures towards the door, but Deva stays put.
“What’s a snail?”
“It’s an animal,” Dhaara explains. “It’s tiny and when it moves it leaves behind a trail of mucus.”
Deva glares at the wetness. Mucus, Dhaara had called it. How dare this snail ruin Nanna’s papers! he thinks. He turns back to Dhaara, shaking his head. “There’s a snail in here,” he says, and as always Dhaara understands his son perfectly.
He chuckles at the little boy. “What, you’re gonna stay here until you catch it?”
Deva nods, imagining himself as one of the superheroes in the comic books Varadha had stolen from Rudra.
“And then what? You’ll kill it?”
Deva immediately deflates. He hadn’t gotten that far in his imagination. How hard would it be to kill a snail?
“Chinna,” Dhaara tries to reason with him, but Deva’s already turning his back on him, pushing a chubby finger through the mucus on the desk.
Determined little wolf, Dhaara thinks affectionately. He’s going to be a great leader. Chuckling, he makes his way out of the office room. Dhaara’s halfway outside the door when he hears an ear splitting scream, and immediately races back inside, heart pounding. That had been his son.
Expecting Mannarsi soldiers, Ghaniyar spies, or a ferocious beast of an animal, Dhaara runs into the office to see Deva sitting on the floor, staring agape at the desk, clutching his left hand to his chest.
“Deva?!”
Deva turns to look at him, still shocked, and wails, “SNAIL!”
Dhaara has to fight to not immediately burst out laughing at the mental image of what must have happened. Oh my God, he thinks, he’s terrified of snails. His brave little wolf cub, who wasn’t afraid of the dark, snakes, spiders, Raja Mannar’s scowling face, or anything a typical child might be afraid of, was terrified of snails. He gently approaches his son, trying his best to keep a straight face. “Did you touch it?”
Deva nods, and a tear slips down his face. “It was so sticky,” he whispers.
Dhaara scoops Deva up into his arms, and Deva doesn’t protest, only curling around him and resting his head on Dhaara’s neck. “It’s okay, chinna. Let’s just go home.” He only hopes Deva doesn’t feel the way he’s shaking from keeping the laughter in.
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1985
“-and those wisps up there, they’re called cirrus clouds,” Varadha explains, pointing to said clouds. Deva nods, listening raptly. His Varadha was so smart.
They’re enjoying a leisurely day in the meadow, both of them not having any clan-related duties for the time being. Deva had brought a blanket for them to sit on, and Varadha had brought some biscuits to snack on. They spent most of the morning chasing each other in the grass, until they got tired and laid down, Deva’s head resting on Varadha’s chest, as he talked Deva’s ear off about what he learned that week from his science tutor. Not that Deva had any complaints. It was cool information, and even cooler coming from his best friend.
“The water cycle-” Varadha cuts himself off, but Deva just closes his eyes, soaking in the sun, the cool ground underneath, and the feeling of Varadha so close to him. This was bliss.
“Oh hey, little one,” Varadha croons. He’s probably found another frog or something, Deva thinks. Varadha had a problem when it came to animals, always wanting to cuddle the ones he thought were cute even if it meant it might be dangerous. “You’re adorable. Rey, Deva, look at this!”
Deva feels something dropped onto his chest, and figures it's the frog. “What should I name him?” He opens his eyes, aiming to only briefly glance at the thing and offer a suitable name for Varadha, before going back to relaxing.
Deva’s met with an abomination of a creature, its white eyes staring Deva down from the V of its antennae. He immediately lets out a strangled scream, body jolting in terror.
Varadha immediately turns to him in confusion. “Deva? What’s wrong?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Deva can’t let Varadha know about his fear. No self respecting ten-year-old should be scared of snails. Besides, it was usually Varadha being scared about something and coming to Deva for reassurance (that Deva would gladly provide), not the other way around. Varadha wouldn’t think Deva was cool if he ever found out about the snail problem.
“Nothing, ra. Just thought I felt something.”
“Oh, ok,” Varadha says, although he still sounds suspicious. “You’re alright then?”
Deva forces himself to look away from the beast’s horrific body, crawling around right on his chest , and towards Varadha, still worried. He plasters on a fake grin. “Of course! Never better! Absolutely jolly.”
Varadha raises his eyebrow. “‘Absolutely jolly’? What the hell, ra?”
He’s gotta do something about this. Deva leaps to his feet, turning his back on Varadha, brushing away the snail as quickly as he can, shuddering at the wet sensation on his knuckles.
“I think I’m just tired, I’m gonna go home and sleep,” he tells his friend. Go home and cry, more like, Deva thinks to himself. It was so wet-
“You dropped him!” Deva whips around to see Varadha lunge towards the fucking snail between Deva’s legs, cradling it within his hands as if it were some angelic being. Varadha smiles down at the way it squirms, not noticing the way Deva’s body is doing the same thing in the presence of the snail. “I think I’ll call him Deva Jr.”
Deva bites back all the swears he knows, which are honestly not a lot. “Ok, have fun with your snail. I’ll see you tomorrow, ra,” Deva calls back as he starts to speedwalk his way out of the meadow, determinedly not looking back.
“Rey! Picchoda, you forgot your blanket!” Varadha calls out, and there was definitely suspicion in his voice.
“Bring it to me tomorrow!” Deva shouts back. As soon as he’s out of the field and within the trees he starts running.
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Snails. Hundreds of tiny ones. They were slowly gaining on Deva, mucus trailing behind them. Deva backs up into a wall, eyes wide as he realizes there’s no way out. The snails crawl up his body, up his face, in his-
“Rey, wake up, Amma is calling!”
Deva wakes up gasping. He stares at Varadha in his room, and Varadha stares back until he seems to realize he had something to say.
“Oh! I’m here to return this,” he explains, and shows Deva the blanket, putting it on the foot of the bed before he scampers back to Deva. “Don’t have time the rest of today, I’m helping Thatha with the Bharghat negotiations!” Varadha beams at Deva, clearly excited, and Deva can’t help but smile back. His Vara was too cute.
Something wet brushes his arm, and Deva yanks it out of the bedsheets. Both he and Varadha look at the white snail suctioned to Deva’s arm. He’s too tired to pretend he’s not scared out of his mind, he just woke up for God’s sake. Deva screams.
He wiggles his arm around in the air, trying to get the snail to fly off, but the snail is sticking to him with the mucus. Varadha watches, eyes wide. “So THAT’s why you left so early yesterday?”
Deva tries flicking the snail with his other hand, but that doesn’t do anything either.
“You’re afraid of SNAILS?”
“NO I’M NOT,” Deva yells back, resorting to slapping at the arm. The snail crawls forward during a brief pause of Deva’s hand swatting at it, and Deva screams once again.
“YES YOU ARE!” Varadha cackles.He gently grips the body of the snail and pulls it until the suction gives way. He grins at Deva, who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. “What were you even trying to do? You couldn’t have just told me?”
Deva looks down at his hands, frowning. “You’d think I was a coward.”
Quickly, Varadha darts in and gives Deva a hug. When he pulls back, Varadha gives him a soft smile. “Rey. You’re the bravest person I know. Even now.”
Deva perks up at that. “Really?”
Varadha nods. “Of course. And the snail thing,” he grins bashfully, “just makes you cuter.”
Deva feels his ears burning. Cuter. His Varadha’s voice calling him that is going to rattle around in his head forever.
“Rey Deva, wake up, how many times must I yell?” The voice of Deva’s mother seems to bring Varadha back to reality.
“Oh, I’m gonna be late. Bye, ra!” Varadha calls out as he runs out of the room. He peaks around from the door, shit-eating grin on his face. “Of course, you can visit Deva Jr. anytime you want in Kotagadi!”
“Yedava!” Deva yells, throwing a pillow at his friend, and Varadha easily dodges, laughing as he leaves the hallway. Deva can’t help but smile though.
Cuter.
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2. The Project
"Hey kid, what's up?"
Caroline shifts her gaze away from her laptop when she hears Victor's voice. He's hopping off the last step just as she turns to look, and once he realizes he's gotten her attention, he gives her an exaggerated wave. He can be such a goofball sometimes, and if he's this energetic at forty-seven, she can't help wondering what he must've been like at her age. She smiles. Nanna Grace must've had an interesting time of it while he was growing up. She probably had to figure out ways to keep him from literally bouncing off the walls.
Victor crosses the short distance from the foot of the stairs to where Caroline is sitting at the kitchen island and settles himself on the stool next to hers. Now that he's close enough, she notices how tousled he is. His silver hair is sticking out in every direction, and it's obvious he'd been sleeping in the rumpled t-shirt and sweatpants he's wearing.
Evidently, he just woke up and couldn't wait to greet her. She loves that about him. He's always happy to see her, even if they've only been apart for a handful of hours.
She has to confess she's happy to see him too. She loves both her parents, but Victor has always been her favourite. They bonded on the very first day they'd met, and Caroline can't imagine a life without him now.
"I'm making some notes," she tells him. "For my Media Studies project. How was work last night?"
"It was good. Surprisingly uneventful, but I'm definitely not complaining about a quiet night shift. How was school? And swim practice?"
"School was... school." She shrugs slightly. "Swim practice was awesome. Jack wants me to be on the relay team this season. He says I'm the fastest, so he wants me to be the last swimmer in the relay, but we still have to figure out the logistics 'cause I can't see when my teammate touches the wall."
"Maybe she can just yell 'go' or something as soon as she touches it," Victor suggests. "That's allowed, right?"
"I don't know," Caroline admits. "Jack and Matilda should know, though. I mean, knowing the rules is part of the coaches' job. I can ask tomorrow."
"Good idea. Did Grandpa Julian pick you up from practice?"
"Yup, and he told me to tell you that Nanna's still waiting for you to let her know when you can paint their kitchen."
"Oh crap!" Victor smacks his palm lightly against his forehead. "I was supposed to get back to her on that weeks ago. I was gonna see if I could recruit your uncle Leo to help me with it, but I totally forgot. I should've written it down."
Caroline laughs. "You know, you should probably write most things down."
"What can I say? Sometimes I'm easily distracted."
"Just sometimes?"
"Have I ever mentioned your sense of humour is just like Yuri's? Anyway, I remember the really important stuff without having to write it down. That should count for something, shouldn't it?"
"Do you remember it'll be Yuri's birthday in a couple weeks?"
It's Victor's turn to laugh. "I've been remembering Yuri's birthday since long before you came along. It's a super important day, and I'd be in big trouble if I forgot that."
"Isn't everybody's birthday a super important day?"
"Well, yeah," Victor agrees. "But when Yuri was born, the doctors all said he probably wouldn't live to see his first one, so it's not just a birthday to him. It's a celebration of being alive."
"Really?" Caroline is intrigued. She hadn't known that about Yuri. "Why would the doctors say that?"
"Because he came way too early and he was really sick. Babies who are born as early as he was don't always make it, even with the medical technology we have. Back then, their chances were even lower than they are these days."
"But he survived."
"He did, and that's absolutely worth celebrating," Victor says. "Incidentally, while we're on the subject of Yuri, have we heard from him since this morning?"
"Actually, he texted me just before you came downstairs. He's coming home early, and he wanted to know if we wanted him to pick up food on the way."
"And you said yes?"
"Yup. I said pizza. Is that okay?"
"Sounds great," Victor says. "Want to help me make a salad and some protein drinks to go with it? And while we're doing that, you can tell me all about your project. Didn't you mention something yesterday about a podcast?"
"Forest and Camellia are doing a podcast. I'm making a documentary."
"That sounds ambitious. What's your documentary going to be about?"
"About my life," she says. "I'm calling it Caroline and Company."
She slides off her stool at almost the same moment Victor gets down from his. While he goes to the fridge to take out some vegetables for their salad, she moves her laptop to the coffee table in the living room. It's not that there's any shortage of counter space, but she doesn't like leaving her computer unattended on something as tall as the kitchen island.
By the time she returns, Victor has lettuce, spinach, tomatoes, a yellow bell pepper, a cucumber and a red onion lined up on the counter. There's a small brick of cheese as well, and some eggs they'd boiled the day before. To Victor, salad isn't a sad bowl of lettuce; it's a culinary work of art, and she's certain he considers himself one of the masters of the fine art of the salad.
Caroline loves cooking with Victor, regardless of what they happen to be making. For as long as she can remember, he's encouraged her to help him in the kitchen. She recalls baking cake and cookies during her first Christmas with him and Yuri, when she had to stand on a step-stool to reach the counter and accidentally spilled milk everywhere. Victor hadn't scolded her for that. He hadn't even seemed particularly bothered. He'd just cleaned up the mess, and when their baking session was done, he'd hugged her tight and praised her for being "the best little baker ever."
Victor assigns her the tasks of shredding the lettuce and grating the cheese. He chops the other vegetables with a speed and precision that scares her a little. She considers herself to be fairly confident with knives, but she has to take her time and make sure she can see what she's cutting. If she did it the way Victor does, she thinks there's a real possibility she might lose the end of a finger.
While they work, she describes the details of her project to him, how she and her classmates have the whole school year to complete their big assignment, and how they're building a website to showcase their work.
"So, you're going to tell your life story in a series of videos," Victor says when she stops talking. "Here... pass me those eggs. Do you want to get started on the smoothies?"
"Sure." She slides the bowl of boiled eggs across the countertop toward him before wandering over to the fridge. "What kind of smoothies do we want? We've got bananas and peaches, and there are some strawberries left."
"You can pick," he says.
She chooses strawberries and a banana and takes them out of the fridge along with a container of yogurt. "It's going to be more than just me in the videos."
"Oh?"
"I want to interview Obā-chan in Kyoto and record our video chat," she elaborates. "I'd like to interview you and Yuri too, and maybe Jack and some of my friends. Also Laila and Dr. Reid-Mayfield, 'cause I feel like we wouldn't even be a family if it wasn't for them."
"I can't speak for anybody else, but you can definitely interview me," Victor says. "I'm sure Yuri will let you interview him too, and I'd be really surprised if Laila said no. Getting Dr. Reid-Mayfield into it might be a hard sell, but it never hurts to ask."
"Cool," Caroline says. "Another idea I had was to let people have the camera and make a video by themselves. You know, 'cause it might be too awkward for some people to talk about me right in front of me. Like, I don't think Forest would enjoy being interviewed on camera, but he might record something if he could just be alone in his room."
Victor pauses in the middle of peeling the shell off an egg and nods. "Yeah, it's definitely easier to get your thoughts out when you're in a room by yourself. I always found it better to make journal entries when there was nobody else around."
"Writing in a journal is different, though. You're not saying your thoughts aloud."
"I didn't say I was writing."
Caroline frowns, but quickly tries to smooth her expression when she remembers that it'll probably lead to her having a pronounced crease between her eyebrows some day, just like Obā-chan. Expression notwithstanding, she's still confused. She glances up from her half-peeled banana to meet her father's eyes. "But, you said you were journalling?"
"Yeah," Victor affirms. "We were. A long time ago, Yuri and I kept a video journal for over a year."
"Really? Did you do it for any special reason?"
"It was supposed to be a travel journal and it was only meant to be my journal originally," he says. "I had this wild plan to go on some big world adventure, and I wanted to capture all my experiences."
"But I guess you didn't actually have a world adventure?"
"I sort of had one. I was already living in Japan with Yuri, so there was that, and then I took a trip to Sulani on my own, but it didn't exactly turn out the way I expected."
"What happened?"
"Aside from nearly drowning during a thunderstorm, you mean?" He finishes shelling the third egg, and then deftly slices each one in half. "I found out how expensive recreational travel is. Plus, I missed Yuri so bad that I vowed I'd never go anywhere without him again. Oh, and while I was away, our landlord evicted us and we had less than a month to move."
"That's... a lot."
"It was overwhelming for both of us. Yuri started using my account around that time to record his own feelings about everything, and our journal kind of evolved from there."
"Do you still have it?" Caroline inquires. The fact that her parents kept a video journal once upon a time is a revelation to her. She never could've guessed they'd done that, and now she's beyond curious to know what they'd been through and how they'd felt and what they'd said.
Victor seems to think about it for a second, but finally says, "The account probably still exists, but even if it doesn't, I'm positive Yuri downloaded the whole thing onto a USB drive at some point."
"Could I... would it be okay if I watched it?"
This time, Victor's silence is longer before he responds. "Let me talk to Yuri about that, all right? You know we never hide anything from you, but that was a really dramatic year in our lives and we talked about some heavy stuff in those videos. I think you can handle it, but we're not going to show it to you unless we're both okay with the idea. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah, it does," she says. "I suppose it's kind of like asking somebody if you can read their diary."
"It's exactly like that," Victor says. "It's very personal. We recorded it like there was an audience, I guess because there was originally supposed to be one, but once we started posting about something deeper than mermaid lore and sailing lessons, we made it private. The only people who ever saw it after that were Yuri and me, and Yuri might not be comfortable with you seeing it now."
"I understand."
"I'll talk to him about it tonight, and I'll get back to you once we make a decision."
"Okay," Caroline agrees.
"There's something I want you to do in the meantime," he adds, and the tone of his voice has suddenly gone serious.
"What is it?"
"I need you to think carefully about whether you really, truly want to watch our video journal, if we do agree to let you."
"What do you mean?"
"It's like I said. I believe you're mature enough to grasp most of what happened, and I think you're responsible enough to come to us and talk about anything that upsets you or that you maybe don't quite get, but..." He lets the sentence fade, as if he's trying to work out how to say what he wants to say next. "If you watch it, you might learn some stuff about Yuri and me that you'll end up wishing you didn't know, or that you'll wish you'd waited longer to find out. It can be strange, discovering things about your parents. Confusing and unsettling and... weird."
She wants to ask him what she might find out that'd be so strange and upsetting, but she suddenly thinks better of it and closes her mouth around the barely-formed question. If she could learn it from the video journal and he was reluctant about giving her access to that, it's highly unlikely he's just going to tell her. And maybe he's right anyway, she thinks. Maybe she would be better off not knowing.
The older she gets, the more she accepts that her parents aren't superheroes. They're amazing, smart, strong and kind, and they're unquestionably her heroes, but they mess up sometimes and they're just as human as she is. As Grandpa Julian likes to say, 'they put their trousers on one leg at a time'.
But, even with that comprehension, she can't say she's one hundred percent ready to let her childhood perception of them go completely. Her curiosity is burning a hole through her willpower, but she knows she has to temper her curiosity and impulsiveness with reason. Victor taught her that, and his admonition to think before rushing into a situation has saved her from trouble loads of times. Advice that's always proved to be so good can't suddenly have gone bad.
"I'm sorry," she says. "I shouldn't have asked."
"Come here," Victor says. He moves toward her with his arms open, and she doesn't even hesitate for a heartbeat before stepping into his waiting embrace. She wraps her own arms around him and leans her head against his chest.
Inside Victor's hug is the safest place in the world, and it's consoling enough on its own, but that doesn't prevent him from offering her words of reassurance anyway. "It's all right, sweet Caroline. It's okay that you asked. I don't want you to feel bad for wanting to know. It's just... I also don't want you to jump into something you're not ready for."
"I know," she says. "I'll think about it, I promise."
"Good," he says. "You should give some thought to your school project too. I think it's awesome that you want to tell your story, but the process of learning about yourself isn't always easy either."
"Do you think I shouldn't do it? I could probably come up with a new project idea. Mr. Blanchet already has my proposal, but the real deadline isn't till this Friday. I could—"
"No," Victor stops her gently, mid-sentence. "I think you should. In fact, I'm super proud of you for tackling a project like this. It takes a lot of courage."
"But you said it wouldn't be easy."
"Yes, and that's why you're brave for wanting to," he says. "You already know, just because something isn't easy, that doesn't mean you shouldn't do it or that it won't be worth it. It just means you should be careful and you should be prepared."
"To... to find out stuff about myself that I might not like?" she asks cautiously
"Maybe."
"When you and Yuri were keeping your journal, did you learn things about yourself that you didn't like?"
He tightens his arms around her for a second or two, and she gets the sense that he's doing it involuntarily. "I did," he answers quietly, "And it was really hard. I was scared and angry and sad, sometimes all at once, and sometimes I felt like a total failure at... life, basically. It was a struggle to wrap my head around it and even more of a struggle to change, and I cried a lot."
"You still cry a lot, Victor."
Unexpectedly, he bursts out laughing, and this time when he squeezes her it's clearly deliberate. She feels the tension leave his body, and suddenly she relaxes too. She hadn't even been aware of how rigid she was.
Victor kisses the top of her head. "No such thing as a serious moment with you around, is there?"
"Sorry," she says, but she isn't. She hadn't intended to make him laugh, but the sound of his laughter is so much better than what she likes to call his 'grown-up voice', and she's relieved that he's not upset.
"Cheeky little mermaid," he says in fake exasperation, and she feels warm inside at hearing the childhood nickname her grandfather Kenji — her adorable old Ojī-chan — had given her. It's mostly only Yuri and Ojī-chan who call her that, so it somehow feels special when Victor uses it.
"I can be serious," she tells him. "And I really will consider everything you said."
"I know you will. You're smart and I trust you to make good choices," he says. "If you're ever unsure about anything, though, you can talk to me or Yuri about it."
"Thanks," she says.
After one more affectionate squeeze, he lowers his arms and steps back. They slip into a companionable silence after that, finishing up their dinner preparations before Yuri arrives home from his office.
Caroline has no clue what might be going on in Victor's mind, but hers is tangled with the threads of their conversation. Part of her is anxious over the possibility of uncovering some not-so-pleasant truth about herself, but another part is eager to reveal the pieces of her past that are still a mystery to her. It's exciting and terrifying at the same time, and she has the feeling that no matter what might happen. this project is going to mark a defining point in her life. Once she begins, she'll never be able to un-know all the things she'll discover, and she'll never be able to go back to being an innocent, ignorant child again.
But, it's okay, she tells herself. It's like Victor says; growing up is a journey. And if I don't step forward, how will I ever get there?
#ts4#sims 4#willow creek#willow creek haunted house#Caroline Okamoto-Nelson#Victor Nelson#carolineandco#stargazersims
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Oh, fuck.
Jack, just - just wait there. Postpone your invasion of LOWAS for however many minutes are displayed on Jade's Cruxtruder. Please?
Jack has tracked down the one warrior who could challenge him. Does he have a new plan this time?
Huh. I didn't peg Jack as the 'honorable warrior' type - although, come to think of it, this isn't the first time he's shown respect to his enemies.
I guess he was prototyped with a sword. Maybe it symbolizes chivalry, or fair combat, compelling Jack to seek out a duel.
If there's one thing that this demonstrates, it's that Becquerel couldn't end up in the kernel by accident - his reactions are much too fast. If he gets prototyped, it's because he wants to be prototyped.
GG: hmmmm i wonder what the significance of that number is
It's 413 + 612. It probably represents the kids and trolls 'coming together', and working as a team.
EB: hey, what do you think we should prototype this fussy little orb with? [...]
GG: there are so many possibilities [...]
EB: it's almost like your grandpa put all this crap here knowing we'd have to make that decision. [...]
GG: yes, it sure seems that way
It sure does.
I think the dolls, at least, are a red herring. We've done that twice before, and a Mummysprite just doesn't seem that interesting, especially compared to all the other options.
I think the realistic choices here are Grandpa, Bec, Dream Jade and Typheus. I'd give a slight edge to Grandpa, because he's in the room with the Cruxtruder - but a lot can happen in ten minutes.
EB: he seems like he was an awesome guy, i would have liked to have the chance to talk to him. [...]
GG: maybe you will get that chance john [...]
GG: yes, as a matter of fact i am sure we will both get that chance!
GG: i once dreamt that we would [...]
EB: wait, are you saying we will prototype him?
EB: like i did with nanna, to bring her ghost back to life? [...]
GG: sure, why not!
Hmm.
See, reading between the lines here, it doesn't sound like Jade ever saw a Grandpasprite in Prospit's clouds. She saw herself and John talking to Grandpa - but if she saw him as a green ghost, she'd be a lot more conclusive about that being the correct option.
Instead, she says why not. It sounds right to her, but she's not sure. I think the fact that they're planning to prototype Grandpa is intentionally misleading.
EB: we shouldn't put your grandpa in yet, unless we want lots of imps and ogres and stuff that look like your grandpa.
GG: augh, nooooooooooooooo
They could just prototype nothing at all before entering. The game is already unwinnable, so they don't have anything to lose by cutting themselves off from 'ultimate success'. Plus, it'll stop Jack from getting any stronger.
EB: we could put in something really lame, to make all the monsters weaker!
Damn it, and John has a frog in his sylladex! That would have been a fantastic prototyping, if he could get it to her.
Does Jade have enough time to fetch a frog from the lilypad ruins? Probably not - I guess this will remain a missed opportunity. The kids would never think of it, either, because the comic has so far refused to elaborate on Frog Lore.
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Ghost Helpline part 3. Diana was shocked, hurt and elated all at once! “Your grandmother is Pandora?! I did not know that she even had a child! I am ecstatic to meet you Konstelacio. Oh my I call you cousin?” This was it! as far apart as the separation between Pandora and Themyscia may be Diana would take any family she could. The loneliness of childhood gnawed at her.
“Oh no! I’m not Pandoras Grandchild!” The girl crossed and uncrossed her arms into an X to show her dismissal, “She is a good mentor! And a wonderful family confidant! If anything she’s like my Nanny.”
Constantine began to sweat buckets.
Diana shouted, “Wait…is Pandora…” lips thinned.
“A ghost ? Yes”
- Tim stared at Konstelacio, she had begun to breathe deeply, averting her eyes from Wonder Woman, feet shuffling together. She was exhibiting shame. And Tim understood the feeling well, that you were too unworthy to even be held in comparison to someone else. Someone whose shoes you could never even dream of filling. “Do Demons have grandmas?” Uhhh speedsters.
“Yes”
“That’s so cool! Who’s yours?”
“I don’t know.”
Oh oh those golden eyes looked tired. As tired as Jason’s eyes had been after his first gala, Dick thought. They may have both been adopted but Jason was treated to so much contempt being from the streets, so much fake pity. /Oh poor kid doesn’t even know who his mom is./Dick knew Jason hated it all.
“I’m sorry!”
“It’s okay. It doesn’t matter.”
/It doesn’t matter Dick! Just drop it!/ the eldest robin frowned.
Damian tsked, “What about your parents? I would suppose even monsters need those? Also landing community service instead of some harsher punishment must mean you have some connection to authority in your ‘realm’ no?”
The little girl grinned, “Yes something like that.”
She has nearly everyone in the room duped, Constantine side eyed the Bats nearly. He knew that smile; a tad too wide eyes, a fraction to tight smile, the inexplicable about of understanding and kindness up until this point… this was the grin of a con artist.
- “I know quite a lot of important people! Why Pandora herself is my nanny! And my supervisor is my uncle.”
“Tsh- is that not a conflict of interest?”
“Doesn’t matter,” John wished he was allowed to smoke in space, “No more wasting time, now that we know you can help us what’s your price?”
“Hhhuuu what? Oh the price for the antidote will have to come later, after all you technically aren’t getting it from me. I’ll have to ask nanna and whoever else decides to help what the want. It’s only fair.”
“We see,” Batman’s low tone sounded. “And the dragon-“
Her hand stuck out shyly, “Tips are always welcomed tho…after all I am still providing a service.”
“We don’t …”
“It takes me a lot of energy and time to help you mortals so much. I’m so tired already.”
Batman’s mouth stilled, “We-“
A blur of red, “Oh are you hungry? Do you need anything? Let me get you a chair, snacks..”
“No no chair! Nothing is going threw that circle !” Constantine yelled, “Do you have any idea what could happen!”
“She’s a child!”
“She’s a demon!”
“Constantine is right.”
“Bats you can’t be serious, just look at her?”
“Flash we know your intentions are in the right place but we just can’t risk it! We also can’t risk not clearly defining what she considers a tip.” Zatanna signed how long have they been here, the girl looked harmless enough but something about her made her skin crawl.
“A favor would be nice! Especially from the red one!”
“See who knows what she could end up asking for.”
“Oh I see I’m sorry,” she looked down dejected, “ I do suppose no one carries favors for ladies around anymore hhhmmm and none of you have handkerchiefs? Awww”
“Why would you want something like that ?!?” Diana was horrified, her to be cousin was a child! No men, man, demon should be giving her favors to begin a courtship! “Flash!”
“Oh no no I wasn’t defending you to-“
“I know I know I just wanted one from you cuz you were nice to me.”
“That’s still doesn’t explain why you would ask for a favor as a tip?” Diana looked as the girl flushed in embarrassment. “I -I -I just want one to show my friends that’s all just to prove that I could get one that’s all! Uummmm cousin???” She hesitated regretful as soon as the word had come out.
“Oh I see are your friends giving you a hard time? Well I say the only one that would be appropriate to give you such a thing would be Robin… the youngest that is.”
The bats looked back at Damian oh dear lord sweat god don’t -
“Tch- here.”
Oh
Damian tossed a handkerchief towards the circle. “You just carry a handkerchief with you?” “Of course I do I’m not a heathen unlike you Drake.”
The toss was barely thrown in her direction when it disappeared entirely. “Where…”
“No worries I just put it in my inventory. Now then I’ll be on my way.”
“Wait!”
“Huh?” Big doe eyes blinked up at them all in confusion.
“The dragon! What about that thi- guy.” Hal scruffed out.
The girl brightened up, “Oh you don’t have to pay me anything for that! After all Aragon the one that broke his patrol. So I’m sure as soon as I send my report someone will come deal with it eventually.”
“Eventually?!” Hal’s hand hit the table, who was this kid?
“Well yes, tons of reports go in everyday! It is the INFINITE realms after all! Who knows when they’ll get to yours.” She shrugged as if it was all just a matter of convenience as if that very dragon haven’t terrorized and destroyed lives throwing its tantrum.
Superman chewed his lip, as this meeting contributed to drag on he had no doubt Aragon would continue to destroy everything in its path. “Wait what about your connection, surely you know someone that can help ? What about your supervisor uncle ?” Clark needed this to stop, he couldn’t even land a punch on this guy. Nothing worked and he was already weak to magic. This has to stop.
“Well I suppose I can but it’ll cost you.”
“Wait just a minute!”
“Do we even have anything you want?” Clark raked his mind over ideas in his head, for a tip all she had wanted was a handkerchief an old school way of showing off to her friends like any normal girl. “We don’t have much but I’m sure we could think of something???”
“It’s okay Mr. Superman.” Konstelacio lite up “I’ll just take something you mortals don’t really think about hhhmmm something small.”
Hal sighed as he leaned back, “You sure we can’t just give her a dog?”
“Ugh fuck this mate I need a light,” forget not being allowed to smoke up here all these idiot we’re getting on John’s last nerve, “Ugh drat! I could have sworn I had my lighter in my pocket.”
“Oh you mortals losing things in your own pocket. Oh that’s what I want in return!”
“A lighter? Smoking is -“
“I want your pockets.”
“What do you mean?”
The devil grinned, “Your pockets, empty them.”
#@starkcravingmad
#danny phantom#justice league#redeemed vlad#batman#billy batson#clones#dp x dc#@starkcravingmad#@mayoota-blog1#@roseisred#@akikoyuii#dc x dp#oc#vlads kids have issues#@busterkeel#Pandora#Shazam#Bruce is paranoid#Clark isn’t paranoid enough#damain wayne#robin#Helpline part 3#the Flash is just a sweet guy#bruce wayne#Ghost Helpline#batfam
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On the subject of trio units- what we REALLY need is one with Finn, Leif, and Nanna for the children’s day banner!! Please, I just want to see that poor man happy with his kids for once.
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#finn fire emblem#leif fire emblem#nanna fire emblem#fe#fire emblem#fe5#fire emblem thracia 776#feh#fire emblem heroes
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So we heard about the Lalondes, plenty about the Striders, but what about the Egberts? What are young and old Johns up to, along with Jane, Jade, and Grandma Jane and Jade?
BRO: Don't know that crowd too well, 'sides Nanna, that is. The lil' ones mostly avoid me, rather spend time with Mini me 'n keep me away from Dave.
BRO: . . . They're good kids. Very protective of the lil' man. I'm glad he's got people he can rely on . .
BRO: As for the others it's similar to Rose the elder. Don't know 'em well and they have no interest in me, why would they? Fine by me honestly, not interested in 'em either.
BRO: And Nanna . . used to know her, way back when. Liked her, too. I'll admit, I'm a coward, haven't spoken to her since the whole revival affair.
BRO: I'm glad to know the old hag is alive and kickin', off somewhere bakin' and pulling pranks. Lil' Jane has stopped by once or twice for Mini, she doesn't say much just . . watches me? Think she wants me to grow a pair 'n finally face her and her counterpart.
BRO: Dunno if I ever will, honestly.
#i canNOT think of a design for these guys rn so#sorry no drawing like with rose :')#bro is afraid of facing nanna after everything hes done#thinks shell hate him (she doesnt)#bro strider#dirk strider#idk if i should tag the others since they arent pictured......#homestuck ask blog#hom3stuck#homestuck#asks#hes yet to really process that nanna died#hed probably have a crisis if he lets that fact sink in even tho shes alive now
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Hangman Dating Plus Sized S/O Part 3/14-Headcanon
Summary: This is a headcanon of Hangman dating a plus sized reader. Most of it is vague and can be read as not plus sized. I went so overboard with this it’s crazy. I just kept typing and it ended up being a lot longer than I expected. Once again thank you @wkndwlff I don’t think I would have the courage to post this without you.
Pairing: Jake Seresin x afab/Reader
Warnings: Mentions of insecurity.
Wordcount: 657
Masterlist Series Masterlist
~You guys met at the grocery store in the produce section.
~He asked for your number and asked if he could take you on a date.
~You thought he was joking but still exchanged numbers with him.
~The day of the date you were at home when you got a call from him asking you where you were because he was at the restaurant and didn’t see you.
~You said you were at home and sounded really confused.
~He asked in a disappointed tone if you weren’t interested in him any more.
~You immediately denied that and told him you thought it was a joke because you’ve been set up like that before by guys that liked to mess with you for being plus sized.
~You of course didn’t see it but his fist clenched and his jaw got tight and he swore then and there he would never let someone mess with you for your size ever again.
~He assured you he wasn’t joking and that he was quite serious about taking you out.
~So he asked you to get ready and he’d swing by and pick you up.
~You ended up getting dressed up in your best outfit. Did a really quick hairstyle and a simple makeup look and threw on a few accessories.
~You were ready by the time he pulled up for you.
~When he did show up he came and knocked on the door and he had a bouquet of beautiful flowers in his hand.
~The look on his face when he saw you had your full face redder than the flowers in his hand. (That’s when he knew he would do anything to see you blush like that everyday)
~He started that night by complimenting you consistently throughout the date.
~He was dressed in a pair of nice black pants with a blue and white short sleeved top. (Inspiration pic at end found on google)
~When you complimented him he got all bashful and ran his hand through his hair and said thank you.
~He made sure to grab all the doors for you because in his words someone as gorgeous as you should never have to open a door again.
~(He also mumbled something about his nanna having his head if he didn’t open the doors for a dame)
~Jake ended up taking you to a small little pizza shop he and Coyote would go to after a rough day at work.
~You guys enjoyed a pizza and ice cream afterwards and took a walk down the beach together.
~At the end of the night he took you back home and walked you to your door and asked very politely if he could kiss you with a slight southern drawl.
~You said yes and the rest is history.
~That kiss made you feel like you were drowning in the best way possible.
~All you heard was the relaxing noise of the waves from when you guys were walking on the beach together.
~Your body suddenly felt like you were floating and your stomach was like a tsunami.
~Before he left he made sure to tell you how he had an amazing time and that he was looking forward to taking you out again soon hopefully.
~He looked so hopeful like a little kid asking his parents to stay up 10 more minutes.
~You couldn’t deny him and told him in the sweetest little voice that you would love to go out with him again.
~His face almost split in half with the grin that came onto his face at that answer.
~He gave you a kiss on the cheek and made sure you got inside before he walked back to his truck where he fist bumped the air.
~(Which you saw through your front window and definitely mentioned it on your second date)
~He texted you as soon as he got home to set up that second date as well.
A/N: Part 4 will be gym specific and then part 5 will be NSFW/18+! Thank you all for reading this!
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Hi,
My names Skye, I’m Craig’s daughter in law and mum to his grandson Karter.
Im setting this go fund me up to support Craig, Rachel and the kids during his difficult time during his 2nd relapse of leukaemia.
Craig was first diagnosed with leukaemia back in 2020, with lots of rounds of chemotherapy, relapsing and being given the gift of a bone marrow transplant from his amazing brother that saved his life. The past 2 years Rachel and Craig started to rebuild their life following the amazing results from the transplant and financially started to rebuild on their finances with Craig being able to return to work with the focus on building more memories for the future. Craig has grown within himself as a man, made amazing memories with his wife Rachel, the kids and lots of family and friends and really made the most of his life as you can never take life for granted. Rachel and Craig then experienced a special gift of their 1st grandchild, and they really are most amazing grandad and nanna to Karter.
Unfortunately yesterday Craig got the news he has relapsed for a 2nd time, however this time the cancer is know as leukaemia sarcoma a very rare tumour in his head. Dr’s have informed us that it is a very aggressive large tumour that is rapidly spreading to his brain. We are all completely devastated with this news and know this will have a massive impact on finances for the 2nd time. Today Craig will start intensive chemotherapy and has got a long fight ahead of him.
Words from his wife Rachel:
Craig sheehan, Is one incredible man who fought this disease once before and beat it. Time to stand up and fight again it’s going to be a very difficult and uncomfortable battle but I know Craig will give it everything he’s got he’s a warrior.
Everyone who knows Rachel and Craig know how amazing they are, they would be the first to go out of there way to help other people. They now need our HELP and support during this difficult time. Rachel is doing an amazing job looking after Craig, the kids and holding the family together. Things financially are going to be very difficult for them especially with Christmas fast approaching. Please if you’re able to help in any way it would be really appreciated, no matter how small. Let’s get behind this amazing family and show them all how much we love and care for them.
Love to you all remember to enjoy the small stuff as you will know in time they are the most important!❤️
#donations#gofundme#fundraising#nonprofit#donate#philanthropy#crowdfunding#charities#planned parenthood#volunteering
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birds in the same cage
A little girl looks at you with quivering lilac eyes, tears gathering at her lower lashes. Her dress is slightly shabby and the knees that peek out beneath her skirts are scraped. A maid's daughter, then? She doesn't look like any of the maids that had served your house, but that isn't surprising. The servants that had been executed for their loyalty to your father had been quietly replaced and those that hadn't never came over to your section of the castle.
"U-um...! I'm looking for Mother, but I..." she fidgets, tugging at her pigtails nervously. "I think... I might be lost."
"...Here." You extend your hand out to her with a sigh. "I'll walk you. I know my way around the castle."
It was supposed to be yours, after all.
The girl shyly takes your hand. After Prince Leif and Princess Nanna had left, there weren't really any other kids around. She must have become accustomed to only speaking to adults, just as you had, because no conversation flows between the two of you as she trails just slightly behind you. It hurts a little bit to keep your arm pulling behind you, but every time you try to urge her to just walk next to you, the other girl jolts and furiously shakes her head.
Her hand is cold and clammy. Or maybe it's your hand that's cold and clammy. It's been a long time since you've held hands with someone your age.
Your march down the hallways to the servants quarters is interrupted by a tall man dressed in all black. He looks surprised to see the two of you together, much less holding hands. He raises an eyebrow.
"Tine? You know you aren't supposed to be in this part of the castle."
"U-uncle?!"
The girl—Tine—trembles and dips her head low. Her tiny hands bunch up her skirts and tears threaten to spill over once more. If you were a nicer person, like your mother and father had been, you might have stood in front of her, tried to comfort her.
You aren't a nice person, though.
You drop her hand like a hot iron. You should have known as soon as you saw her hair color, that detestable hue of silver. She looks crestfallen, but the betrayal is too great for you to spare sympathy for a parasite. She is not the daughter of a maidservant as you had thought (as you had hoped), but a Friege.
She asked you to lead her to her mother, as if it hadn't been her family that had taken your mother away from you...!
"...Princess Miranda," Bloom greets you curtly. You don't greet him back. The cuckoo looks down at you with mild disinterest. "Were you taking care of my niece for me? I treasure her like I do my own daughter."
What are you, a hostage, doing with my niece?
He doesn't say it, but you already know your freedom is about to be restricted again.
Shifting his attention away from you, Bloom shouts, "Come, Tine! You're bothering the princess. I'll take you back to your mother myself. She's beside herself looking for you, you know."
Uncle and niece leave together. Tine turns around one last time to look at you standing alone in the hallway. You had thought that she looked small, but she probably thinks the same thing when she sees your childish figure framed against the sprawling hallways of Ulster Castle.
Tine returns to her mother and you return to an empty room.
You've met someone that you shouldn't have.
#👑 drabbles#//we dont have a tine rn which is why i feel okay posting this HFDKJHDFKJFD#//sorry for my tine voice also i dont think i make for a very convincing tine :moyai: or bloom for that matter#//sorry also if you saw the tags first and that spoiled you on who it was lol#//this is also all the drabbles i had saved up im done now
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Pgs. 385 - 445
TG: skepticism is the crutch of cinematic troglodytes
TG: like hey mom dad theres a dinosaur or a ghost or whatever in my room. "yeah right junior go back to bed"
TG: fuck you mom and dad how many times are we going to watch this trope unfold it wasnt goddamn funny the first time i saw it
TG: just once id like to see dad crap his pants when a kid says theres a vampire in his closet
TG: "OH SHIT EVERYONE IN THE MINIVAN"
TG: be fuckin dad of the year right there
so fucking true Dave, keep spitting.
EB: that's fine, you are entitled to your opinion, i am just saying that being a white guy who is a rapper with a ventriloquist doll is not cool by any stretch of the imagination or by any definition of word cool, ironic or otherwise. that's all i'm saying.
ULTIMATE WHITE BOY BRO STRIDER.
oh hey it’s the page I used to showcase Hussie’s affinity for slurs.
uh
still bad.
me when I fucking sTAB MY MOTHER.
I’m having rough flashbacks to HS^2 and I don’t like it.
also I just gotta say that Mom is the coolest looking person in this entire comic I mean just look at this fucking POSE.
it just screams “hello daughter you are going to get fuckin served.”
yes. the pony. beloved Maplehoof.
I’ve always seen this idea that the process of creating Earth, and by extension Universe B, involved taking the attributes and interests of the 12 trolls and morphing them into brand new instances and ideas, like how Gamzee’s Juggalo religion manifested as ICP on Earth.
I like to think that the entirety of the For Assholes book series exists through a recycling of Karkat’s personality.
also that fucking Asshole Note is comedy gold.
aw yeah time to fucking beat the shit out of an imp let’s
shit.
W magnet.
alright for real this time let’s kick the shit out of this imp.
goddammit.
also another White John can be found in this flash, collect all 7 to turn Super White.
also the Egbert Centipede I guess.
Tip: I am so fucking mad.
OK 1 MORE TIME.
he did it. he destroyed the fucker. John man.
YES.
DO THE THING.
YEEEAAAAAAH.
yeah.
fuck you cat I am about to revive.
IT’S HER, CLOWN GRANDMA.
HI NANNA.
TG: i mean dont get me wrong i think its cool and all
TG: the semi-ironic puppet thing or whatever
TG: or semi-semi ironic
TG: man i dont even know
TG: im just starting to think some of this shit is going a little far and its kind of fucked up
TT: I've seen his websites.
TT: I like them.
what did she mean by this.
what did she mean by this?
what did she mean by this?!
TG: oh man i wish lil cal wouldnt look at me like that
TG: with those dead eyes jesus
TG: sometimes i dream that hes real and hes talking to me and i wake up in a cold sweat and basically flip the fuck out
not saying it.
Page 422, titled “[S] GO ON. ==>” completely underrated flash, just listen to this fuckin song.
youtube
it captures the feeling of a big expository RPG cutscene so damn well I love it, it’s like I’m a kid again.
this is also just one of my favorite Sburb mechanics, I love the concept of basically deciding the abilities and aesthetics of the NPCs via prototyping, it’s such a cool little thing and opens up a lot of possibility for any fan-sessions.
JOHN: ok, i think i get it now!
JOHN: so i guess the battle against good and evil is sort of irrelevant? well, i don't know, that all sounds kind of weird, but in any case, we build the house to get to these gates, and then i can save my dad!
NANNASPRITE: Yes, John!
JOHN: and then after that, we solve this ultimate riddle thing and save earth from destruction!!!
NANNASPRITE: Oh no, I'm afraid not!
NANNASPRITE: Your planet is done for, dear! There is nothing you can do about that!
JOHN: oh...
I fucking love this sequence because John activates the Cheery Protagonist Mode ready to assemble a team of teens with attitude in order to save the world from Dark Chess and whatever only to hear that the entire world will end and his response is just
“aw..... :(”
I went on this entire shpeel about the potential of writing an isolationist John based off of willy nilly prose narration at the beginning but MAN do the early versions of the kids not give a SHIT about what’s going on.
“John Egbert, the Earth is doomed, it is going to explode, all life will die, you and your friends will be the last living things remaining.”
“:(”
AND THEN HE JUST MOVES ON.
this is a very weird moment that sticks out when looking at the comic as a whole because the weight of literally all life dying at once is nonexistent, but at the same time, this is fucking hilarious.
it makes think about a lot of rewrites I’ve seen where they try, emphasis on try, to give the fact that world ends more emotional relevance, and they basically kinda force this by introducing random background characters who are obviously going to die immediately.
like “oh hi my name is Huma Nfriend I’ve been besties with John Egbert since childhood we’re very close and cool and we’re gonna play a game called Sburb!!!” and then they just
I understand y’all want to make the characters actually feel something in regards to the entire home blowing the fuck up but there’s gotta be better ways than inventing some characters just to fridge.
also John does this.
uh, yeah. I don’t know.
he’s having a moment.
just give him some space.
ok now that’s just rude.
god Rose’s house during the winter is so pretty.
holy shit a Jade and Rose conversation, I hope we get plenty of these! (we do not.)
Jade knows about Sburb??? and it could bring Jaspers back to life???? what could it me- ok this joke already fucking sucks.
ah yeah it’s time to beat the shit out of the local whiteboy.
this shit is so fucking cool oh my god.
also there are literally meteors falling as Dave looks out and I guess he does give a shit.
#homestuck liveblog#hs liveblog#hs reread#liveblog#reread#live read#liveread#homestuck#hs1#hs#home22tuck#Act 2#flash#john egbert#june egbert#Beta Kids
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“Larcei, how are you?” She traces the railing, before resting a hand by the side of Larcei’s arm. “You and I are in for a long journey back home, aren’t we?”
“…If you ever need me, for any reason, please do call. I’ll watch for you.” She always did. Having been tasked to watch for as long as she could remember, she knew Larcei would meld with her sword art. Drinking in the stars that coursed through her blood. They were comrades that could match toe-to-toe on the ballroom, and back-to-back on the battlefield. “…” She means to degrade herself next. Saying she’ll try to keep up. Instead, a reassured exhale huffs from her nose.
“…I’ll keep up.” A smile bloomed. “Let’s protect them together."
Nanna's initial question rarely has a straightforward answer. Larcei's instinct is to let cowardice take root. The enemy she faces has beaten her once before. She feels like the same helpless girl she was all those years ago, plunging headfirst into an unknown destiny. A comet crashing against the tides, barreling after something none have confirmed with their own two eyes, looks back to examine its own trail. Is it straying its course? Are its directives perhaps folly, being led into some trap or another?
And there is also the issue of the war Larcei must wage. Not the battle--those she fights fine--but ruthless, bloody war. Supplies will be a concern, as will time and travel, and the support of the citizenry and weather--all manner of variables are involved. Normally she wouldn't be the type to consider them, having something of a one-track mind designed for combat, but since Nanna has asked, Larcei entertains the thought.
She grows silent, slouching against the rail the other clings to. Things would stay that way, too, were it not for Nanna's optimism. 'I'll keep up' is reassuring. 'I'll keep up' saves Larcei the trouble of having to tell her to herself, and for that she begins to smirk. She knows Nanna will; she's seen it happen before.
"I wasn't sure, before you came here..." she answers, rather honestly, "There's a lot to think about when you really break it down. Not just for us, but the people too. Those kids..."
Her eyes briefly shut. When they pry back open again, there is fire behind the smoke. There is determination where trepidation once grew.
"Together." The echo falls from her mouth freely, as though the word had been stolen from her by the blonde. Larcei takes the hand Nanna had left for her on the railing and holds it with both of hers, fiercely nodding in show of the vow she swears: "When we hit land, we won't let a single one of 'em come to harm. Me 'n you, Nanna... We'll keep everyone safe!"
#IC#ASKBOX#HOSANNAN#toasabbamvitatham2023#//incredibly cheesed by the brief nod to the ball#//i love annienanna so MUCHHH
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You have the power of the gods (and anime) by your side, so:
Fix one thing of Agustria, and destroy another thing
Inflict one (1) calamity over Grannvale
Enthrone who in the Thracian peninsula and/or Manster District, and dethrone who
Kill a primogeniture crusader, in exchange of a very busted holy weapon (which?)
Bestow major crusader blood to a Gen-II kid, but take away a major blood out of another (eg. make Nanna a Hezul major, but Faval loses Jungby major)
Give a whole wardrobe and haircut makeover to which knight, in exchange of another knight losing their wardrobe and going bald
Breakup one relationship to establish another (eg. breakup Quan and Ethlyn's marriage, and marry Ethlyn off to Travant)
Have fun, dear Seal >;)
Fix Agustria by making the major blooded heirs the royalty and then break it by offing Macbeth 😔
Inflict the calamity of a swarm of frogs upon them. May their culture forever be tainted by those amphibious menaces.
Enthrone Fergus as the king of Thracia (he has the holy blood to prove it) and dethrone Quan.
Kill Ced to not only gain Forseti but also to end the debates once and for all.
Give Patty major Od blood but have Febail lose his Major Yngvi.
Give new drip to Oifey while removing Alec’s head wrap and hair
Break up Julius and Ishtar to make Julius x Brian a thing. House Dozel will finally be plot relevant again.
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Asks Compilation 16/6
The best thing about categories like Sburb Titles is that once you have a big enough sample size of Person/Category mappings, you can extrapolate their traits to any character you like.
Example: I got an ask a while back asking whether I have any Titles for my own OCs, and to be totally honest I can’t stop thinking about it
Oh, that is awesome. I’m bookmarking that for reference, when I’ve finished the comic. Biology is not my strongest suit, but I do find it fascinating, and speculative biology is my jam.
It’s a balancing act, trying to make a quirk both unique and readable. i thought about a capitalization quirk WHERE i only capitalize common programmINg keywORds, but it looks kind of funky, and I wasn’t sure how to define what keywords to include.
@capribornio submitted: Part 1! Terrible memes to help you cope with what just happened.
Part 2! (Dunno why tumblr wouldn't let me submit you the two images at once, but.)
jettison to the moon
drop it on those stupid pawns
bye bye kids, you're gonna die
now your session's dead and gone
That was made by abysswarlock! Their blog is linked below the main links in my bio.
It’s great, isn’t it? Really makes the Land come to life.
Man, I’m really mad I missed the Club Penguin craze, because if I’d played it, I would absolutely have answered this ask with penguin designs for each of the kids.
Classic Tumblr. When you edit you blog description in the appearance editor, it actually scrubs all the HTML you added, and replaces it with plaintext. To update your description properly, you need to do it in the theme editor.
I fixed the blog description on desktop, but I don’t think it ever worked on mobile, since tags generally don’t work properly on the app. I think it should work if you access the blog through say, Firefox, rather than the app itself?
So do I!!!
That’s one of my favorite anime tropes, and it’s vary Homestuck-friendly, considering how many characters are bespectacled. I’m glad that my ‘sona is continuing this proud tradition.
Thank you!
I think a big part of it is just that Homestuck happens to deal with stuff I’m really into. I love time travel and alt-self/identity shenanigans, so I was already looking at the Paradox Clone system from every angle even before the Veil. Once that cursor targeted Nanna, a lot of things immediately clicked into place.
I didn’t see the paired tubes coming, though. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that moment.
Maid! That was the first class I chose for myself, because I liked the connotations around ‘organizing’.
I’m planning on doing a bunch of Title tests over the weekend. The Official Sally Classpect will be an open question for a long time, but I am interested in how much the various tests will agree.
We’ve already talked a bit about it on the blog, but Homestuck is a kind of meta story on a lot of levels.
We saw it with the reader suggestions at first, but there are other things too, like Hussie’s narration interacting with WV. Is that ‘canon’, per se? Much to think about...
[ sent on the 12th! - Cat ]
Happy belated birthday Carcino ‘Cancer’ Geneticist! May this year bless you with Grist, Boondollars and a successfully salvaged Sburb session!
Honestly!!!
Hussie is very good at turning on the waterworks. It doesn’t happen much in Homestuck, but when it does, it hits hard.
True, true. But that was just John’s opinion - now Hussie’s narration is saying she sucks!
These guys really have been great recently. It’s like Hussie has spent a while giving them improvised character traits based on reader commands, and now that their personalities are fully established, they’re actually getting full arcs with awesome moments of development.
I honestly can’t wait to see what the Windswept Questant’s real plan is. She’s abdicated to PM, and seems to be putting a team together. Did she know WV had the Ring all along? What’s up next?
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sometimes i think about the fact that there were genuinely careers i wanted as a kid - writer, teacher, artist, all things where i wanted to contribute a positive addition to the world, that i then got completely shunned from by older relatives (specifically my nanna and my dad) bc there "isn't enough money in it" and bc i was "too smart to waste my abilities" in those careers. i should be a doctor so i can look after them when they get old, nevermind how squeamish i get, or a lawyer just like my grandfather and uncle. lot of money to be made as a doctor or lawyer
my mother on the other hand was wholly supportive of my creative interests (just so long as its not drama!!!! no viable careers there!!!) and still encourages me to try to turn all of my art into monetary gain, and also spent the entirety of my primary school years complaining about how the creative pursuits she once loved had become a slog for her and she no longer enjoyed them to any extent, just for working in a tangentially related field.
and sometimes i think about how when i was in high school i was in a perpetual state of anxiety about what to do with my life and what i'd do when i graduated because i couldnt think of anything i wanted to do or anything that could be considered a viable career path, and the impacts that it had on my study and grades. i barely graduated high school because i couldnt bring myself to write any of my assignments because what if its not perfect and i cant get into university to study [modem dial up noises] and wont be able to start a lucrative career in [faint buzzing gets louder and louder]
sometimes i wonder where i would be at if i had received the encouragement to pursue being a teacher, where i could support other young lil weird neurodivergent kids who want to impress people and don't understand why they can't get anything done
or what i would be doing had i not been exposed to the exploitation my mother faced at the hands of a capitalistic enterprise, taking away the ownership and joy she felt for her crafts
im quite content just working a job i have no interest in, and keeping my hobbies separate, but sometimes i wonder what life would be like if we lived in a world where we were allowed to work for the sake of feeling productive and making a positive impact on the world, and not for the sake of feeding money into corporate greed
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Doc McStuffins
"Quick, come in." Altena grabs Nanna by the wrist and pulls her into her dorm room, shutting the door quickly behind her and locking it. "I really appreciate you agreeing to help me. I've been worried all day and I really need your help. But Nanna," their eyes meet and Altena's gaze is deadly serious. This is a matter of life and death. She can't imagine what she would do if Nanna couldn't help her. "You cannot tell anyone, okay? Not even my brother. I…trust you." It's weird to say but, after everything they've been through together, she's been realizing it's true. Nanna is someone who is trustworthy.
Satisfied that her deep, dark secret will remain safe with her sister in law, she takes a deep breath and produces the cause of this dire emergency from behind her pillow. It's a stuffed wyvern. Once, it had been green and fluffy and soft but years and years of love have matted its fur, defluffed its stuffing, and dulled its color.
Holding it with the utmost care, Altena presents the toy to Nanna. One of its wings has fallen off and, what little bit of stuffing remains, threatens to spill out of the resulting hole.
"I could probably put it back on myself but you're so much better at this kind of thing than I am. Look, his leg fell off when I was a kid and father sewed it back on all wonky. I don't want him to have a wonky wing too! How will he fly? I mean…" Altena's face burns red. Not only is it bad enough that she's admitting she has a stuffie she cares deeply about but now she's talking about it like it's real. What will Nanna think!? "I just want it to look nice, okay!"
@hosannan
#not ball!#annie reply to this whenever you want i jusr needed it out of my head#hosannan#| thread | doc mcstuffins
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Ok, unironialy, could you explain/resume to me the basics of homestuck??? I have NO CLUE what is it even about or even WHAT IT IS and I feel like I should know
Also much love ur like one of my favorite people on tumblr <3 🥺💕💕💗
Dnfnnfs yeah ofc! I’ll try to summarise it as best I can!
And thank you so much!! 🥺 dude I wanna hug you rn much love to you too <3 your presence on my dash is always a delight honestly! <3!!
The short and sweet official summary of it is: A tale of a boy and his friends and a game they play together
But if you would like a more detailed, but still summarised, explanation then look under the cut. But beware for it for it is long.
I haven’t read this webcomic in over a year so bear with me lol (I actually went and read a recap of it and. wow)
! Major Story Spoilers Ahead !
Okay so in as simplest terms I can manage is that four kids play a game that ends their world, but them and their homes are transported inside due to certain conditions that were met. They each get planets and if they die on a certain spot on these planets they become gods (aka ascending to god tier). There’s another race that played this game called trolls that also destroyed their world in order to enter, however only one of them became god tier. The trolls playing the game created the kids’ world (they didn’t do it right tho and that lead to one of the ‘npcs’ doing their own thing and.. ruining the course of the game.)
I forget where it happens but there’s an intermission that is super important. (Although it doesn’t appear to be lol it introduces the big bad and all his associates and whatnot)
A lot of shenanigans. We learn about the trolls, about the game and time shenanigans!! Some of the trolls help the kids, most of the trolls die bc they kill each other (and can’t resurrect bc they aren’t god tier). Key part of the killing is that one of the trolls, Vriska (the one god tier troll), is killed due to almost committing a timeline altering act. She doesn’t resurrect as her death was deemed Just. The only ways you can die permanently when god tier is when it’s deemed either Just (justified) or Heroic (being a hero).
(I’m missing a lot but it’s okay lol)
Anyway as the game is nearing its “end” and due to the trolls fucking up the kids’ session they’re forced to do a hard reset. Using their new god given powers they force this reset and the kids split up to escape their session, one group of two going with the trolls and the other two go off on their own together. This split lasts three years, by the way!
In the mean time due to this reset (or scratch as it’s named) the kids’ universe resets itself and basically…. Is reversed. So, instead of the kids we have their ancestors that are now… kids. Oh yeah, forgot to mention, during the shenanigans earlier one of our kids, John, basically made both him and his friends and his nanna and his friends’ guardians in a lab using shenanigans and sent them back in time so that everything can happen. Yeah. So, in this new session we have a new set of kids which I’ll refer to as the Alpha Kids, whereas our set of kids are the Beta Kids. So, we have the alphas now and we see their journey into the game. It’s to note that these kids can’t become god tier traditionally because of their Dream Selves dying beforehand (a needed self in order to become god tier).
So the alphas enter and are met with a dead game, basically. You could say their game is ‘infertile’ as it doesn’t have the means to create a new universe once it’s done. So it’s unwinnable. There’s nothing the alphas can do but wait. There’s some back and forth, we’re met with a new ‘troll’ and get to know her and her ruthless brother who wants to kill everyone his sister loves and stuff. Fun!
We get to know the betas more on their journey and wow one of them is depressed okay back to the alphas who. are high on sugar. Okay. Through their sugar high they get to their Quest Beds (ones that can grant them godhood without having a dream self but it’s buried deep within their planets (iirc)). So. They die on them and become god tier!
Oh yeah and during this we get to know one of the trolls’ dead ancestors called Meenah who works to build an army of the dead to tackle the big bad (Lord English) in the dream bubbles where those who die (either in this timeline or another) go to as a sort of afterlife.
The three years are up (only 6 months for our alphas) and everyone’s now in the alphas’ game. Jade (one of the betas) brings over everything from the Beta’s game so now the Alpha’s game is fertilised! Yippee! John sleeps and dreams and finds a treasure whilst everyone else uh. Suffers, basically. Once the betas arrived two of the kids (one alpha one beta) get possessed by Betty Crocker (one of the alphas’ mother but she’s an evil troll who can mind control). Jade (beta) and Jane (alpha) are now possessed.
A lot of stuff happens here. Best way I can explain it is that there’s a lot of glitches, death, and bad drawings. John also gains the power to rewrite canon (retcon), if you can believe it. The evil brother plays his game, kills his sis and gains way too much power for his own good. (Remember I might be getting things wrong here). Now, remember Meenah? Well from her group of trolls we have Aranea and she ruins everything. She brings herself back to life using what’s called the life ring and brings everyone to the same planet (except John who’s running from Jade). So. She fucks everything up, gets a lot of people killed (some people dying Justly and Heroically) and basically creates a GAME OVER timeline. Did I mention that when the betas came to the alphas they also brought along their own game’s bad guys? Yeah. Whilst GAME OVER was happening John was out there battling a kid version of the big bad. He teleports back into canon when everything’s already over.
So, now we’re in game over where basically everyone save for some are dead. Terezi, one of the trolls, tells John to fix it bc of his retcon ability. She gives him a list of what to do because of her own game given powers (she’s a Mind player but. yeah I won’t explain that sorry) and John goes and does it, using the keywords she gave him to find those specific points in time to change and fix. This leads to Vriska not dying when she was supposed to. A lot of shenanigans after this, basically everyone who was dead before is okay in this new timeline bc Vriska is here now. Yay? Anyway, they all go through their dramas and stuff, betas mingling with the alphas yada yada they all talk about defeating the bad guys.
Then there’s this whole animation about it!
Anyway that’s Homestuck as best as I can describe it without going into BIG detail. There’s a LOT of stuff I missed, but it’s very overwhelming lol.
TLDR; Kids play game. Time shenanigans. Death and destruction. Godhood. Vriska. Kids play game. Kids play game. Death. Big fight. They create a new universe where they can all live together and whatever have you. :)
I hope that clears SOME things up and if you have any more questions feel free to ask! Or you can read the webcomic but. I wouldn’t read it from the source bc it’s broken. I’ll tell you what to do if you Do want to read it but with over 9000 pages and god knows how many words….. it’s quite the task. But there is games you can play in it! And cool animations!! But some of it.. didn’t age well, let’s say. Anyway if you’re still reading then colour me impressed! I tried to summarise it as best I can but with limited memory and with so much plot it was difficult lol, ik you said the basics but also. Homestuck ain’t basic nfngnrksmnd sorry
#ask it like you mean it#nonoiswearidraw21#homestuck#ask to tag#if anyone wants to correct what I said feel free I most likely got a lot of it wrong or misplaced or what have you#knowing homestuck and what it’s about probably makes it worse imo#I mean. there’s so much#I need to reread it honestly it’s been so long and it’d be cool to revisit#like. I remember when I was still reading it and I had spare time in college so I read it there lol#it’s one of those interests that get people looking at you weirdly? I think? idk lol#but yeah this took me a while to write so thank you for being patient!! :D#you’re honestly one of my favourite mutuals!! so it’s cool to explain homestuck to you!! (it was a huge fixation of mine until. the horrors)#and if you have any more questions I’m here to answer! :D thank you for the ask and the nice words!! <3#I finally did the meme#there’s a homestuck meme where it’s like ‘let me tell you about homestuck’ but it’s like. you don’t just tell someone ab hs. you Explain it#it’s a whole thing!#anyway this was fun! :D hehe
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