Lup is my daughter

so we added those worm emojis to our discord server and i

i have… some thoughts about certain shows and certain pairs of twins

[Image description: a four-circle Venn diagram featuring characters from TAZ: Balance (Lup and Taako) and from Gravity Falls (Stan and Ford). more detailed description under cut]

Barry’s face is turning steadily redder and while being embarrased easily is a Signature Barry Bluejeans Trait, Taako can’t tell if it’s because he knows this is Taako dressed as his lovely wife Lup or if he’s having a stroke or a sudden realization that Taako is incredibly hot. “This isn’t the best time to have a bi crisis, Barold” rests fiery on the tip of his his tongue, and with a great effort (and disappointment) Taako swallows the quip. Lup doesn’t tease Barry like Taako would tease Kravitz because Barry is sensitive. Heart of gold, and all that. The Lover. A tsk rests heavy in his throat and he swallows that too, though it feels like nails going down. Gods, he hates that he can’t complain about shit anymore. Damn Lup and her positivity.

“Babe?” Barry is making a weird face now where he pulls his lips thin and tight and is also sweating. Taako raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow— thank GOD Lup at least does that, extensive glamours would have made fooling them a lot harder, powerful magic users as they are, it’s bad enough he had to change his face shape to be more feminine like his sister’s— and waits very patiently for his response, like a Good Lup would do. In fact, he even reaches out and caresses his face to make emphasize the fact that he is very much Lup. To his delight, Barry’s hand comes up to rest on his and he leans into the touch. And, in signature Lup fashion, he perfectly mimicks her concern, voice lilting up as he says, “Barry, honey, you’re burning up!”

“Lup?” Barry squeaks, and something like glee resonates in Taako’s chest. He’s got him hook, line, and sinker.

“Yes, that’s my name.” His lips quirk up in amusement. Lup would find this funny, right? Taako certainly does. “Don’t wear it out, hon.”

“Lup.” Barry says more certainly, fingers flexing where they rest on Taako’s.

This is a cruel joke, he thinks, watching Barry visibly relax, all the concern bleeding out of his body. But it would have been crueler when Lup was dead.

He looks so relieved, in fact, that he leans in and presses the gentlest of kisses to Taako’s forehead. “I get so nervous sometimes, when I— when I mistake you for Taako,” he says quietly. “or vice versa. Reminds me of… um, the time on the ship.” There’s a deep, unfiltered love in his eyes, and something squirms uncomfortably inside Taako’s chest.

Taako freezes. He freezes, and his heart shatters, and he’s pulled into a very unpleasant memory— of “Taako, I can’t remember her name—“ and “Who?” and that godforsaken line, he’s, he’s, it’s suddenly so hard to breathe, his chest— and is— Lup was— and shooting Barry off the deck, so frantic and confused, and watching him fall and fall and he was smiling when he died and somehow he just knew he was dead before he hit the ground and, the red of the umbrella and Lup and he lost Lup—

How could Taako possibly forget Lup?

He’s pulled into Barry’s arms. They’re soft and thick like all of him, radiating warmth and suddenly Taako understands why Lup likes to cuddle with him so much, he’s like a goddamn radiator. And Taako is crying, he thinks, and Barry seems to understand, because he’s saying, “I’m sorry, Taako. I—I thought if I told you that it would, um, make you stop— I didn’t, I didn’t see this. Happening. Um. I didn’t think it would make you so sad.”

Sad. No, Taako feels like clawing the inside of his chest out. This isn’t sad. He misses the way Barry says his name, long and low and slow and sad. He misses that Barry says it at all. “I— I didn’t know,” is what he blubbers; and Taako hates himself for this irrational fucking fear. Lup is upstairs. He knows Lup is upstairs. And Barry’s not dead.

“I know,” Barry says quietly.

“Not Lup,” he croaks.

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Be More Chill

Beetlejuice

HadesTown or any musical really

Critical Role

Percy Jackson

The Adventure Zone / anything w the mcelroys

Just D&D in general

Animal Crossing!!!

The human brain is very good at seeing snakes. Statistically, it is much less dangerous to think there is a snake where there is no snake, than to think there is no snake where there is a snake. One leads to a slight shock, the other to teeth in your leg. And having teeth in your leg is No Good.

Similarly, the Faerûnian mind is very good at seeing moons.

There are two moons, of course, there always have been. No one can remember a time when there weren’t, they must be as old as the planet itself, formed of the same matter. And yet… there are still some discrepancies.  Children’s tales, nursery rhymes, speak of the minotaur jumping over the moon, singular. Well, that makes sense, sure - after all, it’s a story for children, they can oversimplify. Jumping over two moons would be unnecessarily complicated.

Other factors are more confusing, but surely have simple explanations. Faerûn may not be a planet with space travel quite yet, but they do have a vested interest in the subject. As a result, they have decades upon centuries worth of equations, charts, diagrams mapping the movements of the stars and sky. They map the moon - singular. For not a single sheaf of paper documents the second, smaller moon.

But this must be an error, or must be incomplete. See, that smudge, there - that must be where they meant to add the moon, before they clearly ran out of time. And this equation, mapping the gravitational pull of Faerûn’s satellites - well, it’s old, it’s understandable that they would have made some errors. We’ll just fix that right up, correct their math to account for both moons. And well, okay, these new equations don’t quite work, but it’s early days yet. Rome wasn’t built in a day, after all - you can’t expect to completely discern the workings of the universe in an afternoon. Or ten. Or hundreds upon hundreds of afternoons of scrapped paper and snapped pencils and bafflement.

And then, of course, there’s the strangest and simplest emptiness. The larger moon, Selûne, is named for the goddess who holds the moon’s domain. For Faerûn is a world of magic, a place where myths hold real truths - there is a deity for everything, from the smallest grain of sand to the largest celestial body. There are thousands of stories about Selûne, hundreds of clerics and temples and shrines. She’s well loved, even by a deity’s standards. And she’s involved in life down on Faerûn, not restricted to her satellite home. She helps, she heals. She’s real.

And yet. The second moon, somehow, has no deity. It doesn’t even have a name. Nature abhors a vacuum, but this moon stays lonely and unclaimed anyway.

But Faerûnians ignore that, gloss over it, brush past. Of course there is a second moon. Of course it has always been there. Why fail to see a snake when one is staring at you, drifting just out of reach?

And so it goes, until one day there is music, and then memory. And children, storytellers, astronomers, clerics, and the gods themselves look up, faces lit with wonder, shock, the thrill of someone whose equations are finally snapping into place and the fury of someone who must now rewrite their entire thesis. It never was a moon, there never was a snake - just something that looked quite like one, miles and miles above.