What a fun opening. The mention of AOL keywords was gold. Ah, the early days of the internet.
We have finally gotten to the part of the show that I re-listen to a lot. This episode is one of my favorites. So many great jokes come out of this one.
The riddles are great, the truth or dare is fun. We get the lore drop about Morgan being dead. Glenn is being so upset about being a DJ is very funny in hindsight.
And the whole episode ends with an absolutely crazy plan that goes to shit because of bad rolls. Just a fun time all around.
And next time... The start of the 2nd pyramid arc, which is one of my favorite things.
All of your titles sound so interesting! But for the WIP Tag game...
Echoes in Cosmos, The Ritual, and Somewhere in the Forest :)
Hi @everthewip thanks for the ask! I am looking forward for your WIP!
So... where do I start?
Echoes in Cosmos was previously named Lost in Space, but I changed it. It is a sci-fi romance, heavily focussed on character dynamics. it is a enemy-to friends-to lovers with a dark twist and a bit of trauma (I have the help of a psychologist to profile the main OCs). I will do a WIP introduction hopefully soon. Main themes: trauma and healing, some +18 scenes, second chances and found love. It is my favorite WIP so far.
The Ritual is about a healer (Renewa), who is chosen for an arranged marriage with a man from another tribe whose man are known for their brutality. She is forced to do this wedding ritual against her will and she is prepared to fight for her life. Main themes: family, racism, discrimination, reflection on female condition.
Somewhere in the Forest is a fanfic. I am a bit embarrassed by this one. I had a dream about a famous actor and I put into a story. In my dream he is held captive by a group of people in the forest. It is basically a love story, but I slightly touched on some serious themes such drug abuse and teen pregnancy, so it is +18. Dreams are such inspiration!
What's it like opening your asks and seeing all the horniness towards you? XD
A lot of them are basic and some are rlly cute like making the girlies go teehee mode and sometimes there will be kink talk for kinks I don't have and it's just like whiplash
Love that while online fandom in general is having a weird meltdown about the morality of enjoying anything darker than sanitized fluff in fiction, the Danny Phantom fandom is still sitting in the corner 16 years after the show ended with a blankie and cocoa and their 10,000th deep-fanon supertorture cannibalism vivisection psychological horror fic
probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.