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mumbledramblings · 4 months

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if you were 19 and and you were just reconnecting with your estranged mother who chose to go off and be a hero over raising you only to fail and return home and not even think to try to contact you or check in in general and you hated her for it but she seems to genuinely want to try again and you let her because you want your mother back and then you watch her die and you spend the next few years trying to learn how to cope with grieving not only the person but the relationship you never got to have and everyone tells you that you're ungrateful for lashing out at the friend who who knew your own mother way better than you and who is already moving on with their life when you're still struggling to come to terms with the fact that you never got the chance to know either of your parents and then you're 22 and you're completely alienated from all but one of your friends until you're forced back together and you have to save one of your friends who's like a little sister to you and she almost dies and you're so angry because you're so scared because your family almost got even smaller than you knew it could and you lash out again but this time you and your friend who always seems to be at the center of the problems in the world reconcile because you think you're both gonna die and truthfully you miss them and they miss you but you both survive and then you relearn how to work together over the next few months until you run into the actual ghost of your mother who talks about the coming end of the world and you want to talk to her to try and get at least some closure but she doesn't spare you more than a few words that basically sum up to "get over it" would that fuck you up in the head or what

#gw2 #braham eirsson #i'm not an eir hater but man she is a terrible mother #did i skip a lot of events? yes #sorry i just remembered how much i love him #and then i remembered that a lot of people really don't like him #and then i blacked out #i will defend his right to be the ugliest griever in the world #but also season 4 braham my beloved #he goes through so many emotions in such a short frame of time #like braham. my guy #do you want a nap? do you wanna lay down for a bit? just take 10 and vegetate for a hot minute?#you talk about the missed opportunities with your mom and i talk about that one time i died? we work through our problems together?#i have a lot of emotions about this guy

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planetpiastri · 1 month

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pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader [no faceclaim] summary: you're a meme rapper with a cult following on youtube, and oscar is always in your comments, but it isn't until you release your first single that everyone puts two and two together. notes: this is one of the very first requests i ever received, and finally FINALLY it is done!! we are so back

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ynusername guys if i wrote a song about dino nuggets would you unfollow me be honest

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username1 yeah

ynusername 😔

oscarpiastri no

ynusername 😁

username2 maybe

ynusername i'm getting mixed signals

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Oscar goes outside: Japan edition

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username3 you're not even outside in any of these pictures oscar what

landonorris who are we getting dinner with, young man? 🤨

oscarpiastri My mum 😊 landonorris yeah right

username4 omg any yn fans in the comments?? mother liked the post 👀

username5 yeah they follow each other lol i don't think they've ever met though username6 they've definitely interacted, but yeah i think they're just like online acquaintances haha

ynusername nice berries mate

oscarpiastri Thanks, I've heard that before

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mclaren Happy Birthday Oscar! 🥳

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username7 guys why's oscar kinda...

username8 WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN??

oscarpiastri 😁😁😁

ynusername happy birthday. oscarpiastri Ok that's a lot of negative energy please step back username9 help these interactions are always so random??

username10 oscar's waist looking SNATCHED omg

username11 guys is this a safe space for me to confess something?

landonorris no, keep it to yourself

ynusername

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ynusername finally releasing a single woohoo!! 'bark bark' coming out april 19th on spotify and apple music ^-^

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username12 OMG YESSSS

username13 WHAT YN THIS IS SO EXCITING!!!! CONGRATS!!!!!

oscarpiastri What's it about

ynusername you have to stream the song and find out silly oscarpiastri Is it about me ynusername oh my god

ynusername

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ynusername the type of face you'd go to war for (look past the camera, he's shy)

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landonorris shucks, i'm blushing

ynusername i am so obviously not talking about you

username14 NEW MUSIC WHEN??

ynusername the single JUST came out CHILL!

username15 the last slide??

username16 new music hint? ynusername no that's just me talking about oscar and lando landonorris ....which one am i? ynusername i literally called you a slut nine times in suzuka username17 so oscar is lust???? oscarpiastri Thank you Barbie!!

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oscarpiastri Busy busy week, but glad the secret's out. My girlfriend is cooler and funnier than yours, by the way.

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ynusername you're so hot i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

ynusername the hair?? the smile?? the grabbable waist?? WOW!!

ynusername gonna write another song about you

ynusername if i saw you in the street i'd catcall you

ynusername i want you.

oscarpiastri I love you too

username18 FKSDHJGLKHDJG IM SO HAPPY YN CAN BE UNHINGED AND CRAZY NOW GOOD FOR HER GOOD FOR THEM!!

request: hiiii babe! i love ur account! i was wondering if u could do an oscar piastri x meme rapper gf with an @addy_kate fc. like shes actually really funny and her music is oddly good (like tmg).

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#oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #f1 #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 x reader #instagram au #f1 imagine #oscar piastri imagine #f1 instagram au #social media au #oscar piastri au #saturn writes

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chiprewington · 14 days

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Out of curiosity, is there an interaction between Perry and Chip that you think about constantly?

Like just.. A favorite interaction of theirs that randomly pops into your head on occasion over and over again for no apparent reason other than you just enjoy the mental (or physical, if you'd drawn it before!) image?

Oh cog, there's a lot to choose from- but honestly, there's one that specifically comes out to mind and is something I really would like to illustrate at some point.

As a warning, I'm not a writer! A lot of this is probably gonna be very. Rambly. Part of this is also genuine headcanons, while another part is silly nonsense between Perry and Chip.

To start off with background context, Suits have the ability to sort of "link up" with one another, establishing some kind of wired connection (probably a specific cable located in the chest indicator) between two individuals that allows them to transfer memories and emotions. It's an immensely reassuring thing for individuals who may struggle with reflecting their emotions or struggle with understanding emotions from others. This cable probably is also used for receiving firmware updates and installing necessary software as a fallback if wireless connection isn't feasible.

For Chip, this meant everything. He fits that bill on both ends and used this connection to be able to better understand that his friends do genuinely give a damn about him.

Come the Override, however... this isn't possible. Or at least not fully. He is still capable of receiving information from someone else linked up to him, he can still receive firmware updates and what have you. What he can't do is give information about himself. The moment someone tries to connect to him, they would be immediately overwhelmed by a sheer amount of garbage noise that would make it incredibly hard to focus on the information exchange. Theoretically, this does mean that Chip can still be told he's loved by a dear friend as an undeniable truth, but it just doesn't seem worth if when it's impossible to convey that you feel the same. Despite it being therapeutic for him in the past, it's yet another thing that was ripped away from him by the Override.

That's when Perry comes into play, far into their bond with one another. After taking eir time researching into Suit structure and building to better understand how to conduct repairs on Chip, ey would eventually come upon the whole wired connection deal and be curious. Of course, a Toon doesn't really have cables or need to be plugged into anything. However, ey definitely had an idea on how to make it work (with telling Chip in advance, of course. He was a bit skeptical of the idea- but was convinced to give the connection a try again after all this time).

Cue Perry waltzing into the back room with a TENS machine, prompting immediate confusion from Chip. Ey have an idea. Ey don't know if it'll work, but ey sure have an idea. In place of one of the cables, Chip instead plugs himself into the machine while one of the electrodes is slapped onto Perry forehead. Ey look a bit silly with it. Turn the machine on, and...

Perry heavily winces. It works! ...But all Perry hears and feels is garbage noise. It makes em scattered, of course leading Chip to becoming concerned, leaning towards wanting to call this off, but this toon is a stubborn one. Ey still pull through, able to send information to Chip about how much ey love him, truly. Allow him to peer into careful choices of memories, able to feel what ey felt in the moment, even if certain ones were oddly... incomprehensible, for some reason. Still though, the moment wasn't as good as it could be, knowing that he couldn't reciprocate the gesture.

The constant having to actively Not think about The Grey however, but with the barrage of awful static filling eir ears, Perry would start to feel a disconnect in that moment, and that disconnect would surprisingly play the cards in both their favor.

For just a moment, everything was suddenly clear. Perry had the wind knocked out of eir lungs. Ey could feel eir eyes immediately start to water. Ey couldn't speak. Ey could only reach up and hold him by his face.

And then the garbage noise was back.

This session ended shortly after that. Perry kept holding onto Chip for the rest of the hour until he had to return to work.

It was nice. But it was so, so awful at the same time. ...This is yet another routine these two would incorporate into their schedules.

#ask #toontown #corporateclash #corporate clash #ttcc #toontown corporate clash #toontowncorporateclash #chip revvington #chainsaw consultant #perry winkles #headcanons #long post #part headcanons part me rambling #i'm not a writer at all i just think about things excessively

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drabmakyo · 1 year

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Did you know that I write a lot about memory, skunks, uploading consciousness, political maneuvering, skunks, aliens, skunks, queerness, identity, emotions, and skunks? It's true! I'm very proud of them. You can read books best described as

Given the chance to live forever in a world not built for death, what do you do?

Given the inability to forget—all your joys and sorrows, all your foundational memories and traumas—how do you cope?

Given the ability to create a full copy of yourself—down to every single one of those memories—to do as they will, to individuate and live out their own forever lives, or merge back down and meld their memories with your own, what paths do you take?

and

If I had a nickel for every time I accidentally wrote something with heavy plural undertones that I hadn't intended but nonetheless made me doubt my identity, I'd have two nickels! Which isn't a lot, but it is weird that it happened twice.

The Post-Self Cycle is a tetralogy of meta-furry¹, gender-weird sci-fi books. From the very beginning of the consensual dream of the System, the members of the Ode clade, all forks from the same core personality, have dealt with fear each in their own way. Do they search for greater ways to control their lives? Do they hunt for yet deeper emotional connection? Do they hone their art to the finest point?

From roots in political turmoil to the building of a new society, the story is there to be found, and the Bălan clade is there to tell it.

Digital versions come with illustrations from five artists — Iris Jay, Jade Laclede, Floe, CadmiumTea, and johnny a.

Available as paperbacks, ebooks, and free to read in the browser. Omnibus ebook and illustrated hardcovers coming soon!

Book I — Qoheleth

"All artists search. I search for stories, in this post-self age. What happens when you can no longer call yourself an individual, when you have split your sense of self among several instances? How do you react? Do you withdraw into yourself, become a hermit? Do you expand until you lose all sense of identity? Do you fragment? Do you go about it deliberately, or do you let nature and chance take their course?"

With immersive technology at its peak, it's all too easy to get lost. When RJ loses emself in that virtual world, not only must ey find eir way out, but find all the answers ey can along the way.

And, nearly a century on, society still struggles with the ramifications of those answers.

Features the bonus novella Gallery Exhibition: A Love Story.

Madison finds a way to address not only the joys and terrors of integrated simulation technology, but also tackles questions of gender and identity while telling a pretty gripping mystery story in the process.

— Nenekiri Bookwyrm

Book II — Toledot

"I am saying that you trust me — really trust me — and that life in the System is more subtle than I think you know. You let me into your dreams, my dear, and your dreams influence this place as much as, if not more than, your waking mind."

No longer bound to the physical, what lengths should one go to in a virtual world to ensure the continuity of one's existence?

Secession. Launch. Two separations from two societies, two hundred years apart. And through it all, so many parallels run on so many levels that it can be dizzying just keeping up. The more Ioan and Codrin Bălan learn, the more it calls into question the motivations of even those they hold most dear.

Madison Scott-Clary . . . trusts her readers to be able to understand a completely different culture and existence than our own, and makes it compelling to do so.

— Payson R. Harris

Book III — Nevi'im

"Do you know how old I am, Dr. Brahe? I am 222 years old, a fork of an individual who is...who would be 259 years old. I am no longer the True Name of 2124. Even remembering her feels like remembering an old friend. I remember her perfectly, and yet I do not remember how to be earnest. I do not know how to simply be."

The cracks are showing.

Someone picked up on the broadcast from the Dreamer Module and as the powers that be rush to organize a meeting between races, Dr. Tycho Brahe is caught up in a whirlwind of activity. And as always, when the drama goes down, there is Codrin Bălan to witness it.

When faced with eternity in a new kind of digital world, however, old traumas come to roost, and those who were once powerful are brought to their knees

Growth is colliding with memory, and the cracks are showing.

These characters are so well realized, so fleshed out, that I can’t help but to gush about how their interactions with each other inform the central plot of the book.

— Nenekiri Bookwyrm

Book IV — Mitzvot

"To be built to love is to be built to dissolve. It is to be built to unbecome. It is to have the sole purpose of falling apart all in the name of someone else."

Even the grandest of stories can feel small and immediate when it's just one person's life.

One of the most well-known names from one of the most well-known clades on the System, the avatar of political machinations and cool confidence, has been brought low. With help coming only from Ioan Bălan and the most grudging of support from her cocladists, all True Name has left to save herself is the ability to change.

Features the bonus novella Selected Letters.

Mitzvot drills down deeper into the lives of its characters and shows us that between the world-shattering projects that change the very understanding of the System, they’re just people trying to live their lives with love and purpose.

— Nenekiri Bookwyrm

Keep an eye out for Clade, an anthology of short stories from nine authors set in the universe, coming later this year.

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¹ That is, about members of the furry subculture rather than just furry characters.

#post-self #sci-fi #meta-furry #books and reading

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khaire-traveler · 1 month

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Hey! I'm really sorry to bother but do you know any greek or norse gods that are linked to like medicine or healing or something along those lines?

I'll be honest, I tend to ask you a lot considering I like knowing that there are other people out there who believe in what I believe in but if you'd prefer I ask someone else or go to google I really won't take offense, that's totally okay ^^

Hey, friend! Absolutely no worries! I love answering questions. c:

Apollo is a god of healing. He is often referred to as the Physician of the Gods. Whenever I'm struggling a lot with something health-related, I pray to him, and he often helps quickly. I would definitely recommend reaching out to him.

The next one is Asklepios (Asclepius). He is actually the son of Apollo and is a god of medicine and healing specifically. He specializes in health and is perfect to seek help from for anything health-related. From what I've heard, he's really good at things relating to medications - remembering to take meds, finding meds that work for you, etc. - but he can help with anything relating to one's health.

For the Norse pantheon, the only health deity I know of is the goddess Eir. She has impeccable medical skill, and I know of many people who seek her help when ill or at risk for illness. I've been told she's very compassionate and gentle with her healing. I don't have personal experience with her, however. She's a great goddess to go to for health.

I hope some of these are helpful to you! I hope you (or your loved ones) start feeling better soon. Take care, and have a good day/night. 🧡

#asks #answered asks

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casp1an-sea · 2 months

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MAY 4th EVENT

Hi I really like sharks!!!! MY name is Caspian Re (Re pronounced Rey) You can call me either of my first names or alternate! Calling me Caspian Sea is also fine. I also go by Cas for short or if your name is Xen, Luc, or Levi, Casserole is fine 😒

(I love silly nicknames even if they make no sense or calling me the name of a character you associate me with. I also sometimes go by Armie online)

I primarily post about Twisted Wonderland, Star Wars, Marvel, and 2000s kids shows like Octonauts

Age: 18

Birthday: 10/13

Gender: Trans masculine/Demi Male but I may just shorten it to Trans (pls only masc terms)

Pronouns: He/Him, Ey/Em/Eir/Eirs/Emself on most days I have no preference but if it’s a day I do I’ll let you know

Sexuality: Bisexual or maybe just straight up Gay (idk I had an existential crisis about men today)

Zodiac: Libra Star, Pieces Moon, Aquarius Rising

Personality type: ENFJ

If you send me an ask or msg pls feel free to mention your pronouns

WE SUPPORT PALESTINE HERE 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

Hotlines to call Incase of emergency

Master List:

I have a dating sim rp blog that is kinda popular :P

Pls check out my OCs, as well as my AUs, and my fics located in my writing post :)

commissions: Closed

requests: open!

(I’ll do short writings, picrews, and possibly art if I’m in the mood. I’ll totally do my doodle style of you or a character.)

Fandoms, Writing, Moots and Tags, OCs, Comfort Characters, Just a list of Monsters I associate with myself, Moot Trail Mix Recipe, ART, Gender Envy >:(

Side blogs: @hux-and-gay (mostly Kylux)

rp accounts: @robinbanks-accidentally (TWST), @spring-chicken (OC), @brooklynscamp (Newsies), @hollowsdill-manor (Vampire/Werewolf dating sim)

Likes: Star Wars, Marvel, Twisted Wonderland, the Life Series SMP, RPs, Random Generators (its an addiction), 2000s Kids shows, Doll customization, folklore, cats, singing, art, musicals, being in musicals, and weird sea creatures especially sharks :)

Dislikes: Sweets, Rey (if you are a Star Wars fan and you like her respectfully pls do not talk to me about her you will get your feeling hurt), Religion (pls do not talk to me about Christianity or Catholicism it makes me uncomfortable), gruesome animal facts they are triggering please keep them to yourself, Mean people that disrespect me or my friends, Racists, Homophobes, Transphobes, Ablests, Sexists, etc.

Fun Facts:

I am Left Handed

I am Hungarian and I love talking about my culture or my grandfather’s story if you want to ask

Romantically I am single but I do have a platonic partner, hi XEN 🫶🫶🫶🫶

I’m a Hufflepuff my Petronas is a field mouse and my wand is Willow wood with a Phoenix core

My favorite color is green

My favorite food is Pineapple Teriyaki Burgers or Chinese food

I am going to be a film major in the fall

I have two cats named Lilo and Stitch (both girls), and I also have multiple fish. My snail passed away :(

I REALLY WANT CRESTED GECKOS!

I was in my schools broadcasting class

I’ve performed in Willy Wonka, Newsies, Little Mermaid, Bye Bye Birdie, Christmas Carol, and Shrek, and played the roles of James (James and the giant peach cameo), Arista (Ariel’s sister), Young Fiona, and the bird that sings in that one song in Shrek . I’ve also had solos in Try Everything, American Tears, Fields of Gold, an Mo Town Medley

I Did competitive gymnastics for 13 years starting when I was 3, before I retired I was in XL level gold.

I played Violin in elementary school and during Covid in freshman year I played chimes cause that was the choir alternative

I watch lots of weird 1990s to early 2000s sci-fi shows typically from Australia, there’s suprisingly a lot of them

I play Minecraft but I am bad at it lol

I play DND

Where else to find me?

YouTube: @antosaurusrex3752

Pinterest:

My Change.Org petitions:

#intro post

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deritosmi · 5 months

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Do you have a spidersona? If so, wanna talk about them?

OH MY GOD I LITERALLY KICKED MY LEGS WHEN I SAW THIS!!!!!!

HEHE YES I HAVE A SPIDERSONA YES I WANNA TALK ABOUT THEM OMG

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!

HAHAHAHAH OKAY SO

his name is dolce (for now)

For like seventy million years I didn’t know that you could make a spider sona that wasn’t extremely similar to yourself so I might change a lot of stuff about him pls be patient:)

I have yet to design eir suit buuuuut I HAVE drawn their face (trying to mimic spiderverse style)

I’ll say I think it was pretty good for the first time but I think the lineart was a bit too thick and the eyes weren’t really faithful to the spiderverse style so I’m probably gonna redraw (and redesign a little bit)

BUT ANYWAYYYYY (tee hee)

here he is!!!

My spider-sona 👍👍

Earth-143

Preferred name: Dolce (pronounced Dol•che)

Surname: Patal

Nickname(s):

Dookie

he protested against this

Dolly

he protested against this

Cheche

he protested against this

Eight

only used by fellow heroes

Phanny

he absolutely hates this

Cryptid name(s):

Eight Eyes

Explanation for Eight Eyes

The back of Dolce’s suit has a design that resembles a set of eight eyes. The first person who ever saw him only saw his back, hence the name.

Hero name: Phantom-8 (or just Spider-Man)

Pronouns: He/They/E/It (spivak)

Background

Personality: INFP-T

Zodiac: I don’t know yet :)

He was bitten by an UNDEAD radioactive spider and now he fights against ghosts (in secret).

Rather than being seen as a hero, he’s seen as a cryptid(and his presence has caused more business and tourism in his little town.)

Living in a suburban neighbourhood in Atlanta (but don’t worry, he can roller-skate to get to crime scenes quickly.)

Powers and Skills

Skills

Skating

He can skate at 70mph.

Lying

he’s actually good at it

Only does it for his secret identity

Spider Related

Spider-sense

Tingling feeling in his brain that tells him something bad is coming (and what direction ‘something bad’ is coming from)

High pain tolerance

See: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MajorInjuryUnderreaction

Natural web fluid

spinnerets developed in his arms when he was bit

Shoot web fluid when they are pressed

Super strength

He can lift 10.5 tons

Ghost Related

Intangibility

allows him to phase through anything (except ghosts) at will

Allows him to touch ghosts

Invisibility

self explanatory

At will

Doesn’t work on ghosts

Relationships

Earth-143

Wade Wilson - librarian.

Dolce is apart of the teen advisory board of the public library.

Wade is like a weird uncle figure.

(I love deadpool!!!)

Dolce is super distant with pretty much everyone. He doesn’t hang out with anyone.

Spider-Society

He’s still really distant but he’s a little more willing to be open since everyone there is like him.

He doesn’t really like the idea of making sacrifices to maintain the canon but he doesn’t really have anywhere else to go after being outed to his parents as a trans boy.

Dolce’s Feelings Towards Certain People

Miguel O’Hara

avoids

Slightly dislikes

tries to be friendly

Lyla

Friendly

Neutral

Jessica Drew

Avoids

But treats nicer than Miguel

Neutral

Peter B. Parker

Does not avoid

Friendly

doesn’t want to talk much

Neutral

Pavitr Prabharker

friendly

doesn’t talk much

Good impression

Likes by association (Hobie)

Gwendolyn Stacy

friendly

doesn’t talk much

Good impression

Likes by association (Hobie)

Hobart Brown

very friendly

Talks a little bit more in comparison to other people

Likes

Margo Kess

don’t interact much

Neutral

Miles Morales

doesn’t know anything about him

Likes by association (Hobie)

Web slinger

Kinda Likes

Shy-ish

Likes the horse too

Spider Noir

Unsure

Never talks

Peni Parker

Likes

Talk about interests frequently

I JUST WANNA SAY TYSM FOR ASKING THIS THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU

you have NO idea how happy this makes me

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e-wills-afterhours · 1 year

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Heeey. I have a request, Hiccup having phantom pains and Astrid taking care of him? Thanks!

A/N: Sure thing, Nonny. I think I wrote this very oneshot years ago, but I cannot find it, for the life of me. Might as well do an updated version!

And who doesn't love a little Hiccstrid tenderness, amirite?

Our beloved OTP is 17 here. I also seem to be writing a lot of Hiccstrid from the 5-year gap between HTTYD 1 and 2 lately minus RTTE...

Aaaaaand, I'm kind of okay with that right now. I hope you are too.

Rating: T (all of my work pretty much is unless I rate it otherwise)

Just One of Many Things

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If Astrid was asked to list all of the things she appreciated about Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, it would be long. Perhaps, equal in length to all of the things that aggravated her about him. Some qualities even held spots in both categories. His stubbornness, for example, could be quite the asset when he was in the right; but just as much a headache when he got stuck on some new harebrained idea.

She loved him, regardless.

Growing up amid dragon raids, she did not understand the old adage "opposites attract." It seemed counterintuitive. What held two people together who could not see eye-to-eye on anything? In those days, there was no one more unsuited for each other's company than she and Hiccup.

But then the fog of war lifted, and she finally saw him for who he was. She came to realize that they had more in common than she dared to imagine. They wanted the same things, from the world and each other; albeit their approaches were drastically different. Therein lied their beautiful counterbalance. Everything she needed was within his capacity to give.

He was patient and kind, slow to anger, and remarkably intelligent--almost frighteningly so. Generous with his resources and abilities, she seldom had to ask him for anything he hadn't already thought to provide. He was the calm to her storm.

But true to form, some of his other admirable qualities irked her as much as they endeared him to her--and in that moment, his fierce independence was the bane of her existence. He had a pesky habit of refusing to ask for help, even if he needed it.

The more she pressed him for the truth, the more he denied the extent of the problem.

"Just because you can suffer in silence, doesn't mean you have to," she huffed, arms folded. "You're not winning any prizes."

"I'm fine," he insisted, through gritted teeth as he limped toward the hearth, all but dragging his prosthetic along.

His gait was always the slightest bit uneven, ever since the Red Death took his left leg. One needed a keen eye to notice it; he had adapted so quickly. It made his exaggerated lurches all the more pronounced and worrisome as he braced himself against the mantle.

"You're in pain," she said, frowning deeply.

"It's just a little burning," he replied with a feeble smile, the faintest edge in his voice.

Astrid could make out the beads of sweat glistening on his brow and upper lip from across the room. The crackling fire illuminated them clearly.

"Hiccup, there's nothing there to burn," she retorted, pointing to his metal appendage.

He let out a dry laugh. "Really? I hadn't noticed."

Astrid clicked her tongue. Unlike him, she was prone to impatience. She strode across the room and grabbed him by the shoulders. With a sweep of a well-placed boot to the ankle, she kicked his good and steady leg out from underneath him. Looping one arm beneath his, she guided his fall and avoided further injury as he crumpled to the floor.

"Frigg og Eir!" Astrid, he hissed when he landed. "You don't have to kick my leg out from underneath me! I only have just the one!"

She crouched down in front of him, her expression flat. "At least your sense of humor's still intact."

"Are you going to be kicking that out from me next?" he asked, indignant.

She sighed and sat back on her knees. Her face softened when she considered his labored breathing and clenched fists. His mouth was a tight, thin line as he tried to force the pain down where she wouldn't see. But the suffering was plain in his eyes.

"Please, let me help you," she murmured, placing a hand on his knee. "I want to do this. Just...tell me how."

He paused for a beat, then said, "You really don't have to--"

"Hiccup...," and his name was a soft plea on her lips; one he never could resist.

A drop of sweat trickled down from his temple. He stared at her. There was obvious tension in his neck and shoulders. His left leg jutted out stiffly in front of him while he leaned back. It was as if he thought distance from his metal leg my improve things.

He finally relented with a shuddering exhale.

"Okay." He sat up a little straighter and repeated with more conviction, "Okay."

Astrid gently unfastened his prosthetic and set it aside. Not too long ago, he would have never allowed such a thing--to spare her from his indignity, or some such nonsense. But she never cared, and he had come to accept that. A quarter or more of the adults on Berk had some sort of fake extremity: battle scares of a bygone era. Nothing about Hiccup could ever repulse her. After all, she had grown up alongside Snotlout and the twins; and nothing was sacred anymore.

"When was the last time this happened?" she asked as she rolled his pantleg up over his knee.

"Months ago," he replied, teeth clenched. He breathed through the pain, nostrils flaring. "I don't remember. It's been that long."

"What now?" she asked, holding what remained of his lower leg in her hands.

He betrayed himself with a small whimper, then gestured vaguely at the kitchen. "There's a cloth or a rag. Boiled water on the pot on the table. Should just be warm now."

Astrid filled in the blanks, which wasn't difficult. She got up at once to fetch the rag and took it over to the pot of water that had more than likely been boiled for tea, or some other herbal concoction. With caution, she tested the temperature of the water with the knuckle of her pinky finger. Deciding it was no longer scalding, as Hiccup had said, she dunked the rag in. The excess water, she wrung back into the pot.

"Do I lay it on, or do I wrap it?" she asked, returning to where her boyfriend sat on the floor.

"Wrap it," he replied. Then, with a weak grin, he added, "Please."

Astrid nodded and wrapped the warm rag around the stump of his leg with great care, covering as much of the residual calf muscle as possible. She gave his leg the tenderest squeeze.

He let out a groan, head falling back as he supported his weight on his hands.

"No good?" Astrid asked in alarm. "Is it too hot?"

"It hurts, but it's perfect."

She wrinkled her nose. "What?"

"Do...that again," he said, making a kneading motion in the air with his hands.

"Massage?"

"Yes. But it sounds better when you say it."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "You're such a dork. I mean, truly-- the smartest dumbass I've ever known."

He flashed her a genuine smile then laid all the way back on the floor. She settled in a crossed-legged position and massaged the length of his lower leg, up to the knee, over the warm rag.

They stayed in comfortable silence apart from the occasional pop and hiss from the fire. Hiccup, lying down with his eyes closed, and Astrid, tending to the stump in her lap. It was peaceful and uniquely intimate. She'd keep at it all night to take his pain away, if he only asked, but she knew he never would. So, she did what she could for him in that late hour, running her thumbs to the bend of his knee with steady pressure. Followed by long, kneading strokes back down to the end of his limb, where thick ribbons of scar tissue and mangled remnants of flesh all came together, long stitched off. She wondered how much of her touch he could still feel. He had never told her.

She wondered vaguely if her parents were expecting her home. Time was of little consequence whenever they were alone together. The minutes either crawled or flew by; it didn't really matter either way. All Astrid cared about was easing some of the burden he carried. To help, to do something for him, was all she ever wanted.

Hiccup's breathing eventually evened out. His skin was no longer adorned with sweat, and all the tension had left his body. If she didn't know better, she'd think he was asleep.

"Hiccup?" she asked, cutting through silence, and it was almost jarring.

"Hm?" he replied, opening his eyes to meet her gaze.

"Does the pain always feel the same? Like your leg's on fire, I mean."

He thought for a moment, staring at the ceiling, then answered, "Yes. It happens far less often now than it did in the beginning. But the feeling is always the same. Maybe slightly less intense, but I can't recall."

Astrid shook her head. To imagine a sudden and unexpected sensation of one's own flesh burning was horrific.

"Well, that's awful," she muttered.

He shrugged. "Gobber told me this 'phantom pain' happens more often in the first few years. I might get to a point where it doesn't happen anymore. Or it could happen randomly and infrequently for the rest of my life. Who knows."

"I just...hate that it has to be you."

A silence fell over them again, much heavier than the last. He studied her all the while, his eyes appearing impossibly warmer in the firelight.

He sat up slowly. "I'm alright now. You can stop." When she shot him a skeptical look, he insisted, "Honestly, it's passed. These episodes don't last forever."

She sighed and handed him his metal leg, which he took after rolling his pantleg back down. The speed and finesse with which he reattached was always interesting--but what was more remarkable was that he never complained. Not once, that she had ever heard. Yet, he had brought peace to their island, and he saved the people that had chided him for years--but no one else lost limbs in that fight. Just one boy and his dragon, against an ancient monster, risking everything to stop the cycle of fire and death that plagued their people for centuries. The exchange seemed one-sided; that he should still experience echos of pain from that day, was a terrible injustice in her eyes.

"Do you ever regret it?" she asked.

He glanced up, brow furrowed, as if the question itself was confusing.

"The Red Death is gone. The dragons are free. Berk is safer for our people and our dragons. You're safer." He took her hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze. With the utmost assuredness, he answered, "No. I don't regret it. Not for a moment."

She closed her eyes and leaned forward until their foreheads touched.

"You're unbelievable, Hiccup Haddock," she said. "Completely unbelievable."

"I thought that's what you love about me."

"Just one of many things," she murmured against his lips, and he smiled.

#hiccstrid #hiccstrid fic #i rewrote this like 3 times #here you go i guess?#*jazz hands*

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One Hundred Thousand Wisdoms for Dealings With the Fae [an ACOTAR reimagining]

Three sisters, three journeys, and three fickle fae lords share one fate. (Read it here.)

The Wicklighter girls count three: gentle Aislin, brave Eire, and cunning Niamh. Like other mortals - ever since the ancient war that sent faekind into hiding and cleft the land in two - the sisters have always dreaded and hated the Fair Folk, whom mortal legend calls both fearsome and deadly. When Eire kills a fae wearing the guise of a bloodthirsty wolf, Niamh gives herself up to the Folk as a bride, hoping that they then might not take her sister’s life in revenge. Spirited away, Niamh meets with an unexpectedly alluring face of the beastly fae. So do her two sisters, who each cross the fae through their own struggles to mend what’s left of the Wicklighter family. Having learned new truths about the nature of the struggle between faeries and mortaldom, they must ask themselves: Can they trust age-old enemies of mankind whom they’ve come to love - and risk the safety of kingdoms for their sake - or do these wild, strange roses conceal only a bounty of thorns?

“Is this an ACOTAR fanfic?” Yes and no. It’s a ground-up rewrite that ended up deviating quite a bit from the source. You’ll find obvious analogs to the Archeron sisters (Feyre, Elain, and Nesta are reimagined as Eire, Aislin, and Niamh respectively; Feyre’s now the middle sister, Elain the youngest), and some broad plot points and narrative thrusts are maintained (the story still begins with Eire felling a wolf who is really a fae in disguise, for whose death the fae demand the exchange of a mortal life in turn; there is a magic wall that keeps mortal and fae lands apart following a now-ancient war between the two; there are fae courts ruled by lords of great and wild power, though the particular courts and lords differ greatly from those in the source). If you loved ACOTAR as is, you may or may not like this story. If you liked the broad aesthetics of ACOTAR (fae, wild magic, and romance between plucky mortal women and powerful, melancholy faerie guys) but were disappointed with the specifics of its execution, you might like this more.

“How long is this going to be?” Honestly, I don’t know. Long, probably. I have a lot planned.

“Is this a romance? Will there be sex scenes? Is this OK for younger readers?” Yes (though it’s not only romance); yes (eventually - we have a lot of plot to cover before that happens); probably not, but I’m not your mother.

“What makes this different from ACOTAR?” Well, aside from like, everything, I’m consciously trying to make this a much more diverse story (e.g., ⅔ of the non-female romantic leads are planned to be unambiguously non-White - one has extremely dark skin with vitiligo, the other is East Asian-coded; one non-female romantic lead is planned to be genderfluid, and another is bisexual, both with on-page representation of this). I’m also trying to walk more of a line where dynamics and behaviors may not always be healthy but, in cases where they are not, they are acknowledged as such and the narrative appropriately and satisfyingly shows development away from those dynamics and behaviors (or does not present characters perpetrating them as “good” or broadly admirable characters if they do not develop out of said dynamics and behaviors). You can find a longer (non-exhaustive) list of stuff I’m trying to achieve with this fic here.

“Why?” Well, because I like doing this. It’s fun.

“Where’s the credit for your cover art?” That’d be me. I mocked this up from scratch in Krita at like 1 AM with my own puny mortal hands (no AI, promise - I do not trust the robots). I am not a professional artist, so you get what you get.

“Who are you?” Here’s the answer.

Enjoy! (Or don’t. Again, I’m not your mom.)

#acotar rewrite #1htw #original fic #anti sjm #sjm critical

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twinkle-art · 11 months

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now that you're done endwalker, could you talk a little bit more about andromeda? im curious about what she got up to/how she grew in all that time

YES I’D LOVE TO endwalker was BRUTAL to her. and yet she still pulled through with the indomitable human spirit

Previously On Final Fantasy XIV (Andromeda Elo Version) style recap:

as you can imagine, her obsessive belief that killing zenos would instantly reinstate her as a perfect hero circa. stormblood went… poorly. the brief period when people thought she killed him and not that he killed himself in front of her did make her feel a little crazy

and then she went to the first and that kind of put things in perspective. or more accurately, gave her a fresh new slate for her hero image and an excuse to ignore her previous flop era

there was her whole thing with emet-selch. anyways

on that note, the only real canon deviation i made to shb was that when she’s dying of light poisoning she does, in fact, run off to the tempest by herself with the intention of killing them both. this doesn’t pan out and instead she spends about a week hallucinating in emet-selch’s torment nexus until some very upset scions come get her. i’ve drawn a lot about this. i will likely continue to draw a lot about this

due to a cocktail of deep rooted mental issues and also the fact that he was truly just so miserable, andromeda doesn’t feel… great about putting emet-selch down. but instead of articulating this, because she’s convinced it’s not the “right” reaction, she bottles it up for about 3 patches

…until elidibus plays on her guilt and she receives azem’s crystal as a 1-2 punch. when y’shtola asks the wol after the fact if they’re okay i decided that she immediately bursts into tears

so now we arrive at the end times

there’s really no delicate way to say it but the garlemald arc was probably the worst thing she ever experienced. which is impressive, given her spring break amaurot excursion just happened.

(i loved it though it might genuinely have my favorite writing in this whole game)

as i’m sure i don’t have to spell out, being treated as a foreign invader in the place she grew up was kind of a lot. she’s incredibly sentimental about her homeland- for as much as she hates it for how it rejected her (and the atrocities) and as much as she never for a second regretted her defection, her feelings towards garlemald are not dissimilar from the way someone might crave the recognition of a family that has only treated them poorly.

in fact, her traitor’s title of viator was never actually official- zenos referred to her as such, but never made his knowledge of her garlean citizenship public because he dgaf. and yet, despite continuing to exclusively go by elo and hide her origins, she privately referred to herself as viator caecus without much thought, in an act of blinding self-unawareness. (but as her god i know the reason, and it’s that on some level she likes that being branded a Significant Traitor still means being recognized by her former home as Significant)

anyways, speaking of her family: they sure did live in the capital! andromeda is trying really, really hard to be brave and pragmatically carry out her duty as Eorzea’s Champion but like…her mommy lives here :(

in the first of many acts that mean the jig of her supposed eorzean origins is pretty much up, she starts asking everyone they encounter if they’re aware of the whereabouts of a woman named lucretia eir caecus (for ilsabard contingent business, obviously. not because she’s terrified her mom is dead.) without much luck. the twins simply do not have the heart to tell her that this is a hell of a long shot.

(ONE person doesn’t know where she could be, but they do know of her and muse that the rumors must be true then- that this minor city bureaucrat really did have populares sympathies, if she’s a contact for the eorzeans. this comes as total news to andromeda.)

(also eventually, inevitably this get back around to their intelligence and thancred pulls her aside and grills her until he realizes what’s going on and pivots to Oh My God it’s fine that you miss your mom?! you should have come to us helping you look for her is the least we can do after everything. this is the second time a scion makes her burst into tears.)

putting a pin in that for now. in from the cold was . a lot. i don’t have much to say other than that it felt especially cruel to make her drag herself through the ruins of the city she was raised in while wearing the body of the kind of person who made her life hell. also in general that zenos knew what he was doing when he razed her hometown to the ground to get her attention. fucked up duty btw. her desire to kill him with a rock is back.

after tower of babil/the moon/zodiark i deviate from canon a little bit again- she lets the scions do their mare lamentorum side thing while she goes back to garlemald to see what’s going on. not feeling great about maybe causing the final days.

and then she reunites with her mom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (<- part of her narrative that i had planned out as early as heavensward)

i want to draw this scene out in glorious detail but the long and short of it is that lucretia- who lest we forget, knows her way around a gunblade despite living as some military man’s obedient little wife for 25 years- had actually started trailing the ilsabard contingent from a distance once rumors spread that the wol was with them.

see, despite this not being officially public knowledge, she figured out that this “andromeda elo” was her daughter a long, long time ago, and it kind of snapped her out of the two-decade defeatist trance she put herself in for survival. (which is when she got involved in all manner of clandestine anti-state activities- she was rather dangerously close to getting in extremely serious trouble when civil war broke out and everyone kind of stopped caring)

so she followed them from a distance, falsely assuming that the daughter who ran away wouldn’t want to see her until finally getting caught and dragged in there

also she killed her husband in self-defense. allegedly. he was totally tempered i promise. he had it coming tho.

ANYWAYSSS that’s the chunk of edw i have the most detailed thoughts on. elpis was also incredibly harrowing due to um. her Whole Thing with emet-selch but tbh i haven’t fully digested the back half of the expansion yet because it is DENSE

(i do love it when two characters get one single transcendent moment when they're finally able to both understand each other though it makes me crazy)

two final beats that i think illustrate her mental state going into the finale:

when the final days descended, the number one thing that kept her from falling into despair was her reunion with her mother- while their relationship is far from magically fixed, the simple fact that she regained something she lost after realizing how precious it really was to her made her all the more ferocious about ensuring that she will never, ever give that up again

when zenos makes his final assertion that the two of them are the same, she rejects him- but this is because while it was once true, she has since outgrown that. she has outgrown him. and that’s why he loses.

...also she fucked drusilla at some point while learning reaper

#ffxiv #andromeda elo #THIS IS LONG. REALLY LONG but i added a bunch of pictures <3 #thank you for asking anon. i love my daughter i love to talk about her

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bespokeminutiae · 11 months

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Cassti is my protag and I love her so have some headcanons!!

Disclaimer: I have not finished the game. I've only played through the Cassti's chapter 2.

Please do not put spoilers on my post!!

Honestly I was not expecting to like her as much as I do but from the start she's been so damned compelling. I love her.

Very pragmatic

She's the epitome of "I'm a healer, but."

Like this is a deeply kind and compassionate woman but like. Do no harm take no shit. Some problems can best be solved with rest and fluids and an herbal tincture. Some problems can best be solved with a battle axe.

Extremely smart, like at the top of her field as an apothecary.

The second any of the other travelers realize how much medical knowledge she has they start pressuring her to write books or teach or found a medical school or something. Half of them even have ideas for how to fund it!

...She'll consider it if/when her joints start to go bad and she can't travel anymore.

So pre-amnesia Cassti was probably a lesbian (and in love with Malaya), but I feel like she's still reconstructing her sense of self post-amnesia and is more open than she would have been otherwise because there just. Isn't anything for her to go on.

She ends up poly and bi, in a polycule with Throné, Hikari, and Partitio.

Said polycule was originally just Throne, HIkari, and Cassti, and had not really progressed beyond a mutual acknowledgement of attraction and an understanding that maybe we'll do something about this sexual tension After The War TM, but Partitio is very free with physical affection and eventually broke down the walls between all four of them without meaning to.

For Partitio, Cassti is attracted to his optimism and charm and strong sense of right and wrong, as well as his determination to back up any of the ridiculous moves he made in the name of doing the right thing. He's not just bluster, he always puts in the work to back up his word and she likes that. He's also an easy mark to tease and that's fun.

Hikari was the first companion Cassti met on the road, and Cassti's first close companion post-amnesia. She's attracted to his grace and dignity, as well as his strong sense of duty and strong moral compass. They have similar worldviews and perspectives on a lot of things, despite coming from very different backgrounds.

Cassti's attracted to Throné because I'm a long-time thief/apothecary shipper and I'm not stopping now of Throne's sharp wit and sense of humor, as well as her grace and sense of fashion. She also admires Throné's determination to pursue her goals and is a little jealous of Throné's ability to be selfish, and really wants to see who Throné becomes once she's free of the collar.

...Every one of Cassti's partners made the first move. Cassti's very reserved and pragmatic and in the wake of the amnesia was really not looking for romance (let alone so much of it). She's not really sure how she ended up here, but she's happy.

She's always been somewhat reserved and a bit of a workaholic, but it's only gotten worse since she amnesia because her medical knowledge is all she has left.

Lost what few coping mechanisms she had in the war

Is a good patient as long as she's the only patient. Is a terrible patient the second someone else is also injured

Every time it is suggested that she get a hobby for relaxation purposes, she somehow manages to turn it back into work. Loves gardening! Only grows medicinal plants, etc.

She and Throné have chronic "No, let ME help YOU." at each other.

Gender-wise, Cassti is pretty solidly in the middle of the butch/femme spectrum. She'd probably be actually more butch, except her gender presentation is more about managing other people's expectations first and expressing her own preferences second.

Like seriously. She's designed her entire presentation around "Even if you only catch the hem of her skirt out of the corner of your eye, you know you've seen a member of Eir's apothecaries and can ask for help if you need it."

Like Temenos, she also feels that presenting as the gender she's chosen to present as is the one that grants her the most social benefits on the path she's chosen to walk.

She would not consider herself trans or nonbinary, but she's not at all attached to her femininity. The skirt uniform and long hair and she/her pronouns just contribute to the impression she wants to give off, which is "helpful apothecary."

People who had a hand in Cassti's dancer outfit: Agnea, Partitio, Throné

People who did not have a hand in Cassti's dancer outfit: Cassti

#octopath traveler 2 #octopath castti #castti florenz #octopath meta #meta #hahahaha i complained about temenos' being long and castti's is longer #she's my favorite your honor #I can't help it #this one has a ton of ship info though.#long post #also!!! feel free to talk to me about these headcanons if you want

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hi cube 🌎🌎🌎🫶⭐️i would love to know 🎯['what do they do best'] for olzhas. e is super epic and my favorite and has a lot of hobbies sjghd;gd so i've always wondered what e excels at most. or seeing 🧊['is their current design the first one'] would be cool to see for anyone!!!! i hope ur doing well!!!!!

OLZHASHEADS ROLL OUT LETS GO

🎯 -What do they do best?

honestly though e's known best for eir cooking and mixology know-how id say its a mostly opportunistic "best at". like e's nowhere near an expert but nobody on the train presently surpasses em lol. thats honestly true for a lot of eir hobbies where its mostly a case of like. oh nobody else here knows how to do this thing i should at least have a backing knowledge in case it's needed. i think something that betrays this tendency is eir skill with playing bass and chapman stick since that was wholly a personal venture e came to really like tossing a lot of time and effort into.... though to be fair chapman stick is ALSO an obscure ass instrument theres not much competition

behold old pics of instruments

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

euegeheghhhh while im talking about olzhas. heres the first few passes i ever did of eir design compared to eir current one it always makes me fucking laugh

trying to think of other design drafts that look interesting. difference between marjolaines is interesting. i dont know what on earth i was thinking with the weird shorts on the early design

OH early peixins are extremely removed from their current look it humors me

i have a whole folder full of early designs you can peruse it i love retaining stuff like this

#ccsimulacrum #ccs.text

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ratasum · 9 months

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Asura Appreciation Week - Day 4

Who's your favorite NPC asura? Why? @asura-appreciation-corner

It should probably come as no surprise to anyone who my favorite asura NPC is, either just from seeing me around the community or by knowing me.

As for why? She's really interesting if you do the story with her, and/or read what she went through during the events of Edge of Destiny on the wiki or in the book itself.

Zojja is a sad, angry young woman who lost a lot and watched it happen. Watched her mentor's horrific death, cremated him with her own hands. Held on to bitterness and grief and anger for years afterwords, not knowing how to recover of even if she could because in her own words:

"Just don't let people think you're soft—Rata Sum will eat you alive if you show weakness."

And she never really had time to process what happened in Maguuma WITH anyone, or ever really make up with Eir or sort out her feelings regarding her.

Anyway she's a flawed and deeply troubled character with a good heart that I hope can find her way forward. And I LOVE her.

As you can probably guess, I'm vibrating over the expac rn.

If Zojja has million fans, then I'm one of them. If Zojja has one fan, then I'm THAT ONE. If Zojja has no fans, that means I'm dead.

#AsuraAppreciationWeek #zojja #gw2 zojja

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hey! i'm a gnc trans gay dude who uses she/her and recently ive been feeling kinda insecure about it like im faking or something 💔 also im tired of pretending fem she/her reader is about me. can i get hcs/scenarios of law, zoro, yamato, and one other character of your choice bragging about their gnc pronoun nonconforming boyfriend? only if you're comfortable ofc

dw pronoun anon we champion gnc transmasc solidarity in this house, fuck yeah expression doesn’t equal gender 🤝🤝 admittedly i've never used neos or interacted with anyone who does before so here's my preemptive apologies if i mess up ;0;

oh also i changed the limit of characters from 4 to 3 a while ago, just updating for anyone who isn't aware! :] love this all trans lineup tho 🤭

bragging about their boyfriend who doesn't use he/him pronouns (Law, Zoro, Yamato)

he/they law, trans zoro reader’s pronouns: they/them, she/her, it/it's, ey/em/eir, ve/vis word count: 0.6k

Law

Being a he/they bitch himself, there’s no way in hell that Law would ever question your pronoun usage and anyone who does is getting their head swapped with their ass

He’s hardly the braggy type though, mostly leaving that to the chorus of his crew to pick on if you ever needed some extra support - of course, not a single one of them would bat an eye at it, either

They do, however, make a concerted effort to use your chosen pronouns more when Law gets a hint that you’re feeling out of it

“Tell ey to bring these to my office later,”

“It’s their turn on dish duty today, don’t let them out of it,”

“This is eirs, right? Toss it in the wash,”

All just slightly within earshot and casual conversation - once the captain starts, the rest of the crew is sure to follow, too

They don’t mean to be obvious, but the moment the Heart Boys (genderless) are tipped off that you aren’t feeling too hot, you’ll also be accosted here and there throughout your slump to conveniently do all the things you loved or at least enjoyed in their company

Even your partner themself is a little bit more cuddly in private during that crummy self-doubt day or week, not that he’d ever mention it, but that’s neither here nor there

Zoro

Zoro’s a bit (a lot) confused as far as neo pronouns go, but he’s got the spirit

He’s as transmasc as the next feral swordsman you’d find on the Grand Line, but pronouns have never really been a thing that he’s had to put too much thought into (in Zoro’s mossy brain: he/him is typically used for guys, so he’ll use he/him because he’s a guy, easy)

Zoro knows that’s not the case for you, though, so he’ll make adjustments to his vernacular accordingly

He slips up every now and again grammar-wise, using the wrong subject and possessive forms here and there, but it’s nothing that a quick correction can’t fix - he’s always at least a little guiltily pouty too, so you can’t really stay mad at him, honestly

Bragging, though, is an artform that Zoro is clearly familiar with

“In your dreams, Swirly, I’m clearly going to win because ve has my back!” (”Oh? So it’s not your own power then, Mossy?” //insert loud queer squabbling)

“Hmph, its MY boyfriend and it could kick your asses any day!”

“Doesn’t matter, this is vis and cause we’re dating I get half a dibs, ve’s a lot cooler than you all anyway,” (”That’s really not how that works, Zoro”)

A lot of these brags have to do with your power, forgive him, Zoro’s a very simple man-

There’s a very minor learning curve that some of the other Strawhats have to adapt to, too, but again it’s no real issue after the first week or so

Yamato

Yams is your BIGGEST cheerleader, he’ll bulldoze ignorant assholes out of the way for you and howl about how great you are and how much he loves you from the highest rooftop without even asking

He’s 100% supportive of your decisions and won’t stand for anyone who doesn’t (if you don’t want to cause a scene you may have a little trouble holding him back or have to discuss it with him beforehand because Yamato absolutely will call someone out on their bullshit when he sees it)

Sometimes you even get a little flustered or overwhelmed with the intensity and vigor that he supports you (very much the ’guns blazing’ type) but it’s all with an endearing air and the knowledge that Yamato only wants your best interest at heart

“Have you met her? She’s my boyfriend!”

“My boyfriend’s so handsome today, isn’t she handsome everyone?? <3″

“I love my she/her boyfriend!!! She’s so fucking HOT!!” [yelled from the tallest building in the Flower Capital]

Yamato is so embarrassing and openly affectionate the Akazaya are sick and tired of him, someone PLEASE leash this puppy and take him home, preferably away from them

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bogkeep · 2 years

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hiya! hey! welcome to my bog! my name is

Theodore Haiz Heartsword-Thyme

but you can just call me Haiz, really! i'm the bogkeep around here, so let me know if you need anything!

🍄 twitter

🍄 toyhou.se (overview of my OCs)

🍄 Ao3

🍄 Ko-fi (tip jar)

🍄 linktree

🍄pronoun cards: EN | NO

🍄 reblog sideblog @longlostpath

About Me And This Blog Under The Cut:

🌿 BEFORE WE DO ANYTHING ELSE WHAT ARE YOUR PRONOUNS??????

in english i mainly use they/them and he/him, no particular preference!

i'm also vibing with ey/em/eir, it/its, and No Pronouns

my preferred norwegian pronouns are dem, han, and nøkk/nøkken/nøkkens

when it comes to gendered terms i prefer gender neutral + gently masculine terms, or terms used in a gender neutral manner. i don't like to be strongly gendered in either direction, and i don't want to think about my own gender more than neccessary!

the best way to describe my gender identity is Taurus II by Mike Oldfield hope this helps

🌿 WHAT THE HECK IS A BOGKEEP

it's like a barkeep but for bogs! this particular bogkeep seems to be a mix of nøkken, huldra, vodník, and possibly a changeling. maybe a cat? i wouldn't worry about it

🌿 WHO'S THE BOGKEEP?

hi i'm haiz nice to meet you. you can also call me theo or teddy if you'd like <3

i'm in my age 25+ era!

i'm norwegian and czech and currently live in, uhhhhh sweden?????

i've been many things, such as an art history student, a children's book illustrator, a volunteer for queer organizations, a hotel receptionist, And Many More. right now i am a watchmaker student. i hope to be even more things in the future!

i love to DRAW and sometimes WRITE and i have a lot of FEELINGS ABOUT THINGS

🌿 WHAT'S THIS BLOG FOR?

this is my personal blog where i post my art! i also post Thoughts and Feelings when the urge strikes me. you can't really get one without the other sorry

i post both Original Work and Fanart. the fandoms i dabble in tend to be a little obscure, but if you're reading this, chances are you've found me through one of them. thank you for enjoying my work <3

i also post photos sometimes

i've had this blog since 2011/2012! it's a bit of an archive. i don't mind if you root around in the old stuff, just keep in mind that it's old!

sometimes i reblog unicorns as they are a Personal Motif of mine, but pretty much all other reblogs go to my sideblog, @longlostpath

i have two other sideblogs - one for funky fashion and the intricacies of having a body @ishallwearcosmos

and a sky blog @whentheskydoesthething

🌿 WHAT ARE THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS?

this is my personal space and i decide what goes on here.

i block the following: people who engage in bad faith, people who disrespect my humanity or that of my peers, people acting awful on my posts.

i have no wish to publicly participate in the Discourses. do not mistake this for neutrality or a lack of principles - i feel very strongly about inclusion, compassion, boundaries, personal growth, the vast diversity of human experiences, and the inherent messiness of being a person. i enjoy good faith discussions, but i prefer to have them in private.

anonymous asks are turned off. if you send an ask you don't want me to publish, just let me know!

i do my best to tag common triggers but i cannot promise 100% consistency.

likewise, i do my best to write image descriptions for the art i post, but due to personal inacessibilities it's a little sporadic. i write them in the alt text when i do.

🌿 CAN I USE YOUR ART FOR -

headers/icons/digital decoration?

- yes! just please credit me somewhere. anything that's just fun personal use and not in any way profiting off of my work is a-ok! in fact i am flattered and honored

tattoos?

- please ask me first! a lot of my work is of OCs, commissioned, or otherwise very personal - so it's a case by case decision!

real life wall decoration?

- i do have a redbubble, but it's a little limited in scope - mostly because a lot of my work is fanart of other people's property. if there's something i've made you want to see on there, let me know and i'll see what i can do! as for fanart - i'm honestly okay with people printing their own prints for their personal blorbo shrines or whatever, as long as it's not for profit! if you contact me i can even share a hi-res version of the art with you ;3c

anything AI- or blockchain related?

- nope! any use of my work in this context is without my permission.

#art #digital art #meet the artist #the bogkeep #bogsona #new intro post <3 #image description in alt text

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Jane’s Pets Chapter 74: Alone

TWs in the tags

Masterlist

You feel safe when you’re alone.

You didn’t, for a while. It wasn’t a conscious thing, but if Puppy or Kitty weren’t around, they couldn’t protect you if Jane decided to hurt you. And you used to feel like if Diya or Ray weren’t nearby it would be easier for Barron to hurt you. But slowly, without you realizing, you’ve gotten more and more comfortable with being alone, and now it doesn’t scare you at all.

It’s not like you avoided being alone before. You even specifically asked Diya to let you go on walks alone. Though that was before you really trusted em…

Really, you didn’t feel safe alone or with other people, and now both feel safe. You don’t worry about people hurting you when you’re hanging out with them, and you don’t worry about being unprotected when you’re alone.

You worry that you’re wrong, sometimes. Because you thought you were safe with Jane and you were wrong. But… that’s not exactly how it happened, is it? You suspected something was off. That’s why you went into the basement in the first place. Really, the only reason you fell for it at all was because you wanted it to be true.

And you want this safety to be true, too. But you don’t let that keep you from being alert, and even as you’ve looked for evidence that you weren’t actually safe, you’ve found very little.

You’ve gotten a lot better at handling flashbacks and panic attacks and nightmares alone, too. It’s easier with help, of course, but you know that if you get triggered and no one’s around, you’ll be okay. You’re okay alone and you’re okay with people around and you’re just… okay. You’re alright. Everything’s alright.

Alone time is fairly rare in the cabin, and that’s fine too. Once you’ve saved Kitty and Puppy it’ll be even more crowded.

You guess that once Jane is dead, some of you will have to move out. You don’t think Barron or Diya or Ray would ever kick you out, but six people is a lot in a two bedroom one bathroom cabin, and it’s a lot of people for Barron to support on one income.

Ray said you could stay if you wanted, but maybe it’d be nice to have a place with your own room. You’re… not sure how you would achieve that, but it would be nice.

You really should start thinking about how things will be once Jane is dead…

But it’s a nice day. You think you’ll go for a walk and try to make a fancy meal for everyone for dinner. Yes, that sounds nice. Or maybe you could start getting into baking and try to make brownies or something.

You don’t have to worry too much. When the time comes to figure out real life things, you won’t have to figure it out alone.

Diya would prefer literally anything to being alone, ever.

It’s not the healthiest, but Ray, Barron, and now Liam are always there for em, so ey doesn’t have to learn to be okay alone. Ey doesn’t have to be alone at all if ey doesn’t want to.

Still, when they wake up in the middle of the night and find that Ray’s not by eir side, ey always panics, and Ray always is back within a few minutes to reassure them.

I was just going to the bathroom.

I was just getting a drink of water.

I just heard someone crying and went to help.

Where else would I even go? I’m always here

I love you, Diya

Ey knows it’s stupid, and ey can handle it when someone’s separated from em by a few walls during the day. But at night, when ey’s only half awake, it’s as terrifying as if ey woke up back in eir little cell in Irving’s home.

Having Liam around has helped. Now if Barron is at work and Ray wants some alone time, Diya doesn’t have to remind emself over and over and over again that Ray didn’t leave em, they’re just in the other room, it’s okay. Ey can just hang out with Liam! Liam’s great.

Ey knows ey should probably find some activity that ey only does alone, so ey has something to associate with being alone besides hours and hours in a little concrete cell with nothing to do, or with waiting outside doing nothing but watching for 7 hours because she said she’d come back and if ey goes anywhere else she might just assume ey’s forgotten her-

Diya knows being alone doesn’t have to mean being abandoned, but it still feels that way, and building new associations is hard.

Diya is fine with living a life where ey never has to confront being alone. Ey can have one unhealthy coping skill, right? Not even that, really, just one issue ey isn’t ready to work on yet. Ey can have that. Ey can have that because ey isn’t alone.

Master taking Kitty, and then Bunny, is the best thing that’s ever happened to Puppy. Which sucks, because it’s the worst thing that ever happened to either of them. They’d be better off dead.

This, Puppy has learned, is the price of her happiness. Every reward she’s given, every moment of mercy, comes at the cost of someone else. Master only feels merciful when she’s been unceasingly violent for hours before. Master only gives rewards to condition her and the others, and her conditioning has and will always lead to other people getting hurt.

When Bunny gets taken back, it will be the same way. Puppy will have someone else, someone who brings her joy, and every moment of that joy and gratitude will mean pain for him.

Kitty’s been more compliant lately. This makes Puppy happy, because she knows she won’t have to listen to Kitty keep getting punished over and over again, but she knows it’s bad for them. She holds them and tries to whistle through her muzzle while they come down from Master’s drugs, and they cry and cry and cry, asking who they are and where they are and why this is happening over and over and over again. It’s bad for them, but Puppy would rather see them cry than see them covered in blood.

The only thing Puppy has to hold onto are these little joys. Not being alone, seeing someone get hurt less, having someone to hug that won’t pull out a knife. This is how she comforts herself, because every life is hard and this is the one she has to live so she might as well find joy in it. But she can’t ignore that most of the time, when she has found something to be happy about, she is happy alone.

I can’t connect to people the way mortals can. That full, unrestrained love that comes when you can age together with someone, when you share in the risks mortality brings. I can’t have that.

I can’t connect with other immortals either. I don’t fully know why, but I can guess. Immortals in general are very stingy with affection, having watched loved ones die and rot more times than mortals can even imagine. So I can’t connect with mortals because they are nothing like me, and I can’t connect with immortals because they’re fucking cowards.

I don’t know why I’m doing this. Sitting and ‘resting’ for an hour like Peyton recommended, even after I proved to her it wouldn’t work. It just leads to thinking too much, which sometimes helps with things like realizing my pet never gave me that key back, but mostly just makes me even more miserable.

Connections are stupid anyway. Just another way to hurt people.

Maybe I’d feel better if I killed someone’s family in front of them, leaving them just as alone as me. It’s worth a shot.

…After I finish my hour of rest. I don’t know why I’m doing this.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else! Literally nothing happens in this chapter but if you preferred plot progression to meandering through a character’s thoughts you wouldn’t be on chapter 74 of Jane’s Pets lol

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @whump-in-the-closet @scp-1296 @fuzzybucketz

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #multiple whumpees #nonhuman whumper #pet whump #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #implied murder tw #2nd person pov #3rd person pov #1st person pov #jane’s pets

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