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hi!
i saw some folks doing these, and figured i should give it a go!
you can call me floss. i'm in my early twenties, and i made a tumblr account because it seems like people make cool shit on here and i want to be involved. i enjoy creative writing, indie animation, and folk music. i also really like jim henson's muppets as you could guess from the profile picture.
i grew up as a witch (and still am one), and i enjoy reading psychology and different myths from around the world! i'm very hippie and superstitious as well (hence the nickname). the witchcraft i practiced as a teen was very traditional, so i'm excited to learn some more on here. it seems there's lots of things i'm new too, which is exciting!
if anyone wants to be friends, please let me know!!
i also write fanfiction! i used to be atripandahalf a while back, and i'll be resharing some of my old stuff here too!
masterlist
hazbin hotel
are you mad at me yet? | poly!vees (tumblr) (ao3)
i also am in the process or rewriting hazbin hotel over on my other blog, aptly named @rewritinghazbinhotel
repo
it's my party (and i'll cry if i want to) (tumblr) (ao3)
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i will say playing detroit become human for the first time as someone with like, strong ethical principles is pretty funny.
(spoilers ahead)
i am decently through the game, and it feels like every chapter the game is like "murder is an option!" "you can murder" "have you thought about killing this inconvenient guy?"
i'm sure it's the game wanting to do like an ethical dilemma but it's undercut by the fact that it keeps happening and it happens in situations where irl there would just be like ten other options before murder.
like the scene with todd where you can kill him is a really good ethical conundrum. it's interesting, and a really punchy way to open the game. but it also is a similar decision to the one for daniel in connor's first chapter, which feels a little tacky to have it be very similar ethical conundrums (both surrounding little kids too), and undercuts the power of the decision about todd.
but like, the android in zlatko's house that can rat you out that you can kill. i feel like you could just cover it's mouth or like, idk, put something in its mouth, or turn its volume down? or literally anything else? (or shut it down, which i think you can do when you see it a second time). you can also just, not kill any of the androids markus wants for spare parts, and there are no consequences for not killing them.
you can either kill or spare simon too, in the tower mission. and the androids in the eden club. and the security guard at the cyberlife facility. and the human guards at the facility.
i'm sure there will be more as i play more of the game, but so far it just feels very contrived and overused. especially as there's no way to do a complete pacifist run (as in the characters will sometimes just be violent without the player's input - kara threatens the bathtub android, kara inadvertently kills zlatko (or at least doesn't stop it (definitely more that aren't just kara but i'm blanking rn).
it isn't that any of these decisions are bad by themselves, and i think if you're more of a moral particularist they're even more interesting (rather than someone who just automatically presses the spare button, like me), and that having so many of these decisions make them lose weight. especially because, i feel, once you've made the decision to kill once, you're probably just going to be more likely to press the kill button.
finally watching percy jackson, and thought i'd take to AO3, excited for the excess amounts of fanfiction about the very obvious romantic chemistry between the main three characters, only to be absolutely baffled by the lack of works.
why are there no percy/annabeth/grover fanfics guys. why are there only 92 percy/grover fanfics. are you all blind.
finally watching percy jackson, and thought i'd take to AO3, excited for the excess amounts of fanfiction about the very obvious romantic chemistry between the main three characters, only to be absolutely baffled by the lack of works.
why are there no percy/annabeth/grover fanfics guys. why are there only 92 percy/grover fanfics. are you all blind.
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they’re huddled around one of the campfires in the museum. there’s far too many of them for one room, their bodies twisting and pressed up against the ceiling, in the case of the loom and the shadow child, or on their tiptoes in case of the smaller monsters.
monsters. that’s what they were, the headman thinks. he floats towards the back of the room, his head far too big for the tight space. his teeth chatter nervously as he watches the little boy get close to the fire, balloon in hand.
the trudge is sat next to him. the clown is holding up her head from where it usually lies limply on her shoulder, allowing her to see upright for once. she’s worse for wear, tied with reaper, both of their hands mangled. although, perhaps the huntsman has it the worst. trigger-happy and skittish, his ability to once shoot a target dead on now warped into some kind of divine punishment. he’s the closest to human, too, and yet he can’t see himself. or any of them, for that matter. the headman wonders if he could see them, if he’d choose to run.
it was hard to keep track of time in the liminal space, the winding corridors of their different homes, for lack of a better word. his home was the biggest, and the most elaborate. and cozy - almost normal if you squinted. they could pretend for a bit there. but it was cramped too, and the loom always had to crane their head down to get through the doors. and there was no central fire. not like this.
the boy’s chatting away with the reaper, cuddling elsa in his arms as she snuggles underneath his chin. time was hard to follow here, so they threw a party whenever it felt right for him. when they could feel the young boy getting antsy and irritable, and when they needed to remember that they were once human, long ago - or at least part of them were.
the room is quiet with the murmurings of each of the residents talking to each other, in garbled voices. the fire is crackling, the music box in the corner on repeat. they don’t hear the noise of the truck arriving.
they don’t hear the sound of metal on cements, or the clink of glasses and ornaments being moved and placed down, or the scraping and grunting as someone lifts something heavy. it’s only when a bang sounds loud throughout the room, the little boy’s body jerking as he fades, the orb clattering on the ground do they react.
the rest of them freeze, turning inward. the headman’s teeth clack loudly, almost snarling as he darts after the robot, unable to stop himself. perhaps it’s some kind of possessiveness or care over the boy, or simply instinct that drives him to dive under a table after it. the robot is too far back, but he’s sure he can get it if he just tries. he knows nothing is permanent in this world, sure, but even now he isn’t desensitised to the sound of the guns or lasers or bombs. the robots desperate in their invasion , taking out anything in their way for their creator.
there’s another bang, then, and a flash of bright light as he feels himself ripping apart, a burning white hot agony. he blinks, and then the pain is gone. he’s back in the long winding halls of his manor, next to a fireplace. the layout is different, but the rooms are all the same. he swallows, eyes darting as he looks for the boy, and his eyes land on the shadowy figure.
she’s silent, in the corner, smiling at him, but her eyes of devoid of any emotion or memory. and then she’s gone, and he’s alone again. stuck, waiting until the robots return.
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thank you to my friends who egged me on into making what was originally supposed to be a crack fic (but i am a serious writer who take things seriously).
some bonus little headcanons
- the taxman has no reason for the money. he takes it and it just goes into the void. the semibots are convinced it's going to a good cause.
- the headman is the dad of the family, and is the most protective of the babies. he was the first experiment by the creator, and knows the most out of everyone.
- the shadow child is cursed with forgetting. she teleports randomly but has no idea what she wants or is searching for. when you see here as a semibot, she's reaching her arms out for you because she's scared.
- the trudge and the clown are the two queer cousins at a party.
- the robe and the loom aren't directly related, but the robe is actually the older one and the loom likes to trail awkwardly behind her like a lost puppy when there isn't a player to follow.
- elsa and the apex predator have a long standing rivalry, and regularly have trick competitions.
i have thoughts on the new sanders sides episode as someone who's eagerly waited for two years for an episode, and then bitterly gave up
spoilers below (this is a mixed review hence the critical tag but i've tried to be balanced and constructive)
look i was expecting nothing. i thought sanders sides was dead. this episode is better than nothing! so yay!
however, it was just okay. i think because it's been a long time since the last ep my expectations were insanely higher than normal, so it was disappointing in that sense. even if it had come out a few months after WTIT or SVS Redux I would have just thought it was a bit meh.
I just think it would have been better for Thomas to have done a regular single finale episode (maybe end with an orange side reveal or something, or logan ducking out), and then he took his break to bulk write the ideas he had for season three, or even just ended the season there instead of leaving it feeling unfinished so long if he felt unsure about continuing it.
i have no idea if, when the finales come, they will have been worth the four year wait (and the bar is pretty high for that considering what other shows on youtube do in a shorter amount of time). but i do think, especially based on how this episode is performing both on youtube and tumblr, the golden age of sanders sides has gone.
i've seen some folks say it didn't advance the plot and whilst i do disagree because there are very clearly moments meant to pull on those pre-existing threads, i do think that sentiment is expressing how much we were expecting more. it makes sense watching all the episodes back to back that we wouldn't see orange yet. there hasn't been enough in universe build up.
but out of universe we've had four plus years of theorising and sitting with these characters and so it just feels... underwhelming to not see the orange side.
all this to say whilst i do have issues with this episode (like i'm not in love with the younger versions of the sides, or with some of the characters choices) i think they're simply exacerbated by the out of show situation. it's fine and normal to not like every episode of a show, but when there's been this much build up it feels so much worse (especially with such a neurodivergent audience and a strong (and sometimes toxic) fandom).
guys btw if you haven't seen a man on the inside yet you absolutely have to.
it's got ted danson in it playing a "spy" in a retirement home, and it's so incredibly funny and heartwarming.
it deals with dementia, and grief, and love. all of the actors are phenomenal, and especially the older cast who are clearly enjoying the different material to work with. it's beautifully shot, too.
listen, i'm on pain meds bc i have the worst tooth pain ever, and i can't be arsed to beta read it rn. i'll fix it tomorrow - here's some staticmoth hurt/comfort
obligatory cw for valentino, and also not quite smut but strong discussions of their sex lives. also discussions of alastor in the canon cuck chair :/
might end up doing a part two with velvette, idk.
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valentino was good for sex.
that's all he can think about, in his own head as his upper hands untangle the mass of wires and ports at the back of vox's tv head. vox was making this static noise, the kind he does when he's stressed, when valentino denies him an orgasm, or when he doesn't hold him after bottoming, or-
"shit," he can hear vox muttering as he tugs on a blue cable, jamming into the port. he had no idea really what he was doing, but he knew how to press something into a tight hole. he blinks, remembering the last time he and vox slept together. vox had insisted on alastor being there, watching. it wasn't that valentino was uncomfortable with voyeurs - that would make his job quite difficult - but something about alastors blank expression was unnerving. that, and, well... somewhere along the line fucking vox had stopped being just about the sex. they'd talk afterwards and share a cigarette, when they were in a good mood and had time. it was nice. and it was hard to have that when alastor was sat there, and when vox was too busy watching the damn deer.
"feel bad about nearly killing yourself, yet?" valentino snaps, tugging on another of the wires. he really should be having a technician do this, but there weren't any left, having all up and left VoxTek after the goddamn CEO shooting a laser beam through the tower. valentino had no idea where velvette was, either - hopefully running damage control on their image, although satan knows how she was going to pull that off.
he lifts vox's head up, using his lower hands to steady vox's spare body, as he puts his head on, connecting up the wires, as vox's voice comes through staticky, "are you mad at me?"
vox's spare body is pretty much the same as the last one, the man not liking change much. and valentino was pleased. vox' body was comfortingly familiar, not that he'd ever admit that.
valentino sighs, his hands settling on vox's hips, "i probably should be."
vox's head turns, and to valentino's surprise he buries it in valentino's chest. valentino's upper hands cradle his head, one flicking his antenna gently. the words are unspoken between them, as valentino presses a kiss to the side of vox's screen, far too tender for either of them to acknowledge.
"you wanna go find velvette?" valentino murmurs gently after a moment, not pulling back from the embrace.
she’s curled up in an armchair, in their safehouse in wrath, legs tucked beneath her. her shoulder presses her phone to her ear, her hands typing away onto the laptop in front of. vox and valentino were… somewhere. she didn’t quiet know where the boys had gone after that shitshow of a battle, and she frankly didn’t care. she had a bigger issue - namely, the voxtek image.
they’d lost all the employees that weren’t soul bound to them, and even then the one’s that had to stay were pulling some malicious compliant bullshit that made her want to rip her fucking hair out.
she hangs up the phone, using it to scroll through the comments on their latest business sinstagram post. all the comments about how vox is a fascist, or how weak they were burned into her eyelids, making her chest ache with something akin to shame. she was the newest of the overlords, the youngest, and she had to prove to her two idiot business partners that she deserved to stay - even as they’re carefully crafted empire crumbled around them.
she’s so absorbed in her scrolling, she doesn’t hear the door open. she only notices the boys have returned when she feels valentino’s upper hands on her shoulders.
she’s expecting him to say something. to try and pull her into the bedroom with the way his hands are massaging the tense lines of her shoulders. but he doesn’t.
her head tilts back against the cushion of the armchair, looking at him and vox upside down. her gaze lingers on vox, and she can’t help the way her brow furrows. he’s got a new body, good.
“vox,” she says, intending for it to come our chastising, but her voice cracks. he steps forward, and before she knows it he’s there too, hands resting on the armchair cushion next to where valentino’s are.
“saps,” valentino snorts, and she can feel him move around to sit on the sofa. velvette can hear the sound of him lighting one of his cigarettes in the background, and that’s when she turns back to look at him, now sitting upright. she can still feel vox’s gaze on her.
“so…” she murmurs, setting her phone down for once, “what the fuck was that?”
“i’m going to bed,” vox mutters from behind her, and her head whips back around to watch him.
“no, the fuck you are not,” she growls, her standing to follow him as he moved to the bedroom, valentino following her slowly.
the room is littered with all their spare crap - the safehouse mostly being used as a storage space, and the three of them living at vee tower.
vox practically falls face first into the bed, not even bothering to take his clothes off or plug himself in. velvette can’t believe he has the audacity to pull this shit and then fucking sleep.
he looks exhausted, and she’s supposed to be mad but, satan she can’t remember the last time he crashed this bad. sure, he liked to work late until the evenings, and forget to eat, but they weren’t alive anymore - all that stuff was purely to keep them sane down here.
velvette huffs, turning to valentino as he whispers, “so… uh. this is new. vox?”
vox lets out a grunt, pressing further into the bed. valentino wiggles his eyebrows at velvette, and just like that he’s convinced her.
they clamber into bed, velvette pressed against vox’s back, and valentino’s larger frame curling around them. their limbs tangle together. velvette intertwines one of valentino’s hands with her, the other she can see plugging vox in. her lips are pressed against vox’s neck, her other arm pulling him close by the chest.
“you’re an idiot, you know that?” she murmurs fondly to vox, and he grumbles something back, shifting to get comfortable.
“go to bed, cariño,” valentino hums, pressing a kiss to the top of vox’s head. velvette can feel her chest tightening with something, her mouth opening and closing, words she urges to stay being stuck in her throat. she settles for just squeezing valentino’s hand, pressing a kiss to vox’s neck, and holding both her boys tight.
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listen, i'm on pain meds bc i have the worst tooth pain ever, and i can't be arsed to beta read it rn. i'll fix it tomorrow - here's some staticmoth hurt/comfort
obligatory cw for valentino, and also not quite smut but strong discussions of their sex lives. also discussions of alastor in the canon cuck chair :/
might end up doing a part two with velvette, idk.
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valentino was good for sex.
that's all he can think about, in his own head as his upper hands untangle the mass of wires and ports at the back of vox's tv head. vox was making this static noise, the kind he does when he's stressed, when valentino denies him an orgasm, or when he doesn't hold him after bottoming, or-
"shit," he can hear vox muttering as he tugs on a blue cable, jamming into the port. he had no idea really what he was doing, but he knew how to press something into a tight hole. he blinks, remembering the last time he and vox slept together. vox had insisted on alastor being there, watching. it wasn't that valentino was uncomfortable with voyeurs - that would make his job quite difficult - but something about alastors blank expression was unnerving. that, and, well... somewhere along the line fucking vox had stopped being just about the sex. they'd talk afterwards and share a cigarette, when they were in a good mood and had time. it was nice. and it was hard to have that when alastor was sat there, and when vox was too busy watching the damn deer.
"feel bad about nearly killing yourself, yet?" valentino snaps, tugging on another of the wires. he really should be having a technician do this, but there weren't any left, having all up and left VoxTek after the goddamn CEO shooting a laser beam through the tower. valentino had no idea where velvette was, either - hopefully running damage control on their image, although satan knows how she was going to pull that off.
he lifts vox's head up, using his lower hands to steady vox's spare body, as he puts his head on, connecting up the wires, as vox's voice comes through staticky, "are you mad at me?"
vox's spare body is pretty much the same as the last one, the man not liking change much. and valentino was pleased. vox' body was comfortingly familiar, not that he'd ever admit that.
valentino sighs, his hands settling on vox's hips, "i probably should be."
vox's head turns, and to valentino's surprise he buries it in valentino's chest. valentino's upper hands cradle his head, one flicking his antenna gently. the words are unspoken between them, as valentino presses a kiss to the side of vox's screen, far too tender for either of them to acknowledge.
"you wanna go find velvette?" valentino murmurs gently after a moment, not pulling back from the embrace.
i was having a conversation with a friend a while back who really hates babies (which is fascinating to me, considering i think they're absolutely adorable), and we were trying to figure out what the reasons were for having such different feelings about them, and something she said stuck out to me.
she said, "i hate when they cry". as if that explained her hatred for the baby. and it sort of dawned on me as we had this discussion that a lot of what she was frustrated by with babies she thought was just a her frustration.
a baby's cry is supposed to make you annoyed and uncomfortable. in part so that gives you incentive to soothe it, in part because loud noises would have drawn attention to predators. children misbehaving is supposed to frustrate you, to give you incentive to teach them to be better. that is incredibly normal, and everyone around you is also deeply annoyed.
i think some of the conversation about people's opinions on kids is valid (especially the idea that our society is not kid-friendly, and discussions of trauma), but i feel like this might be something that people who dislike children are missing. a lot of kids behaviours are not supposed to be enjoyable. people who like kids just look past that immediate discomfort.
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Read your ts criticism post and thought I should add - he hasn’t written anything in years. There’s no script even near ready to film.
He’s stringing everyone along and using all monetary support to go clubbing every weekend.
He’s not working on anything else besides shorts and cheap quick content. Ever since the real writers left, he’s done nothing. That’s why nothing that he’s said he’s been working on ever got done. RSWR only got done because he wasn’t the writer, and from the looks of his recent post - he let that writer go.
He literally just wants to profit and party.
oh shit dude.....like fuck. we are fucked as a fandom huh?
like, I've seen his posts about comic con and stuff like that and the more you think about it the sadder it gets. I mean, had he actually written a whole script within six months when he made a post about starting filming?
i mean good God, we prolly aren't even getting this until the end of this year at the earliest (LIKE HE FUCKING PROMISED BTW), it's likely we aren't going to be getting any word of this until next year.
