robinonadderall

Hi all, I sure had one hell of a week last week, and I get the impression I'm not the only one. So! Meme!

As once ordained by

not_every_mage and expanded upon by

witchoftheflesh...

Ping your character in and people will offer up a pairing with that character, which is used to answer the meme questions. Feel free to answer with single words, though explanations and examples are always fun. Then other people can chime in with how they see that pairing work. Any pairing goes: friends, NPCs, canon love, canon hate, canon indifference, roommates/housemates, and if-Hell-froze-over-and-these-two-characters-got-together, go crazy! Don't forget to check back in throughout the day and see who else has pinged in!

For example:

Who uses all the hot water in the morning? Warren. He's got a LOT more to wash than Karla and when she is in the mood to spend a long time in the tub, she takes a bath with a glass of wine and a book. Also, Warren is the one who leaves the bathroom a wreck because soggy wings leave water everywhere.

( Questions beneath the cut )

But because these things always change and evolve, now there's a whole new set of questions we can ask for details about! Behold ( Domesticity Meme Part 2! )

Have fun!

solo_sword posting in

fandom_radio

Good morning, people of Fandom. This is Jaina, coming to you from a house with 100% fewer animals than yesterday, unless eight-year-olds count.

Not much in the way of notes: Rey's coyote got Starbucks treats while she worked, and Don and Thor had coffee and figured this would be over by today. Good call, guys.

And that's all. See you next week.

joan_of_bark posting in

fandomtownies

("Look who sounds confident."

"Well, if the hottest flower in the hothouse likes me, how bad can things be? They're not always perfect..."

"And neither am I, squeaky.")

After a solid month-and-a-half, things had finally settled at home. Harley had fixed whatever multiversal issues she'd been having, the fungus zombies had been laying low, and Pam's stinging side had been gentle on her for several days in a row now. She was going to take that as a good sign - though it had also meant she hadn't exactly been back to Fandom much over the past three days.

She felt guilty about that. The work continued, after all.

Maybe she shouldn't have wasted a weekend celebrating. Maybe Harley made it too easy to pull her away from-- No. She wasn't going to think that way. Harley was important, too.

And so it was with a strange sense of dread that she returned to Pick Your Poison early on Monday morning. Opening the door, sweeping the floors. Vanishing upstairs into the laboratory for long stretches of time.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou posting in

fandomtownies

You know, Jesse hadn't appreciated how comparatively quiet some months could be. Whenever the island acted up, paperwork wound up on her desk. And right now, sitting in her office chair, she was staring at a lot of paperwork.

"Why do we even need this?" she asked, holding up the 'registration of temporary soul-animal form'. "For every single one of them? Does anyone expect me to send these out to people? They're already gone."

Nina shrugged, from where she was organizing stacks of paperwork in the corner. "Mayor Sum--"

"--mers thought it was a good idea," Jesse finished. "Why is that always the answer?"

"It isn't," Nina pointed out. "Sometimes the answer is 'mayor Swanson had us throw out the form that goes in between the first form and the last form and now none of it makes sense anymore'."

Why was Jesse always stuck cleaning up the messes of her predecessors, no matter the universe? Sigh.

[[ open! ]]

imafuturist posting in

fandom_radio

Ifa, please don't eat the squirrels!

Hi, sorry. It's been a long weekend, full of new animals. As many of you might know. How should we begin... Okay, Raiden had his new friend, Effie, in at Over Easy, looking for bacon. Stark showed up for brunch with his new friend, Virginia.. Jaina and Sula were relaxing at the park with her kids when Anakin came by to share how their households were holding up to everything on his way to get coffee. Marc and a hawk were on the beach behind the boarding house, which scared off the squirrels beyond letting us know that he and Watts compared animals and if they fit each other and Steven or not.

But, on that note, I'll be heading back to keep Steve from being completely overwhelmed with dogs and eagle. Have a good one!

ifwebeworthy posting in

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Don really wasn't sure what to make of all this.

On the one hand, he could understand it. Animal representations of people's souls were appearing. Humans were animals, if higher-order ones. He was intrinsically linked to Thor's soul, and Thor was a higher-order being than a human. Don even had his own daemon, currently crawling on the sugar packets and decrying artificial sweeteners, so it wasn't as if the universe was treating him as less.

On the other hand...

Thor sat down across the table and slid Don's drink toward him.

"It won't last," Don told him. One of them would snap back to the void eventually.

"No," Thor agreed. "If the pattern holds, this may be the last day. Perhaps tomorrow. But that does not mean we cannot enjoy it while we can. Drink your coffee."

Don picked his coffee up and took a sip.

Apple.

He raised one eyebrow at Thor, and Thor just smiled at him.

(Open Perk is open!)

thatwaslucky posting in

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Even with Varlo tagging along with her, Rey had to go to work. It should be a chill day for both of them, it'd be fine. He didn't even spook the gremlins, who, realistically, had probably seen this before in some capacity.

And he got his own pup cup so he was having an A+ day.

[Brain. You know? Anyway, open!]

hasaknightjob posting in

fandomtownies

The advantage of having a beach behind your home was that if you had an African Wild Dog that might want to run around outside, you had a great location for it.

Which was why Marc was on the beach watching Ziv - because of course that was Steven's daemon's name - run along the sand and splash her feet in the waves as they lapped on the shore. Would they need to worry about tracking sand and the smell of wet dog into the house? Eh, whatever.

Selene - because of freaking course - sat on Marc's shoulder.

"You can fly around if you want," Marc told her.

"I'm aware," she said, with that accent that was exactly like Khonshu's (because of course).

Marc shrugged the shoulder she wasn't sitting on. No business of his if she wanted to hang. Considering the talons, it was surprisingly comfortable for her to be resting there.

Marc hooked his thumbs in his pants pockets and watched over everything. On his shoulder, Selene did the same.

Minus the part about the pants pockets, of course.

[open. Conversation with Harley NFB please]

solo_sword posting in

fandomtownies

The amount of times lately Jag had called and probably been very glad that he was not there...

Jaina's daemon, a lioness named Sula, ruled. Jaina loved her. It was a little weird for a lion to be in the house but they rolled with it.

Harder to roll with was the fact that in addition to Sula, they had the twins' daemons. One was an otter, fine, the other was a horse. Not even a pony, a horse. Horses did not belong indoors. Dax was sleeping in the living room because they weren't dealing with stairs.

So they were spending the afternoon at the park. Maybe the whole day. The boys got to run around, while Jaina and her badass lion were going to sit and watch.

[Open!]

carbsliftthespirit posting in

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Things were in a bit of a state at Over Easy, what with having to make sure they had options on hand for, oh, any random animal that might walk in the door with one of their humanoid patrons today, plus the staff all having their own animal companions to deal with. Raiden didn't know whose rhinoceros that was waiting outside the back door, and he was a little afraid to ask.

"Look, if the health department shows up just tell them to come back next week, all right? Well if something else is happening then we'll just deal with that next week--Effie! Effie, drop it!" His daemon gave him huge sad puppy eyes around several rashers of raw bacon. "It's better cooked!"

Efthumia spit the bacon out. "Oh, well, if you'll cook it for me..."

"Might as well." It wasn't like they could serve it to anyone else now.

Specials
Peanut Butter & Jelly Pancakes
Brunch Burger
Breakfast Grilled Cheese

Over Easy is open!

mustbeawitch posting in

fandom_radio

Lydia: Good morning, everyone! I am of course Miss Lydia Bennet, here to bring you the news of yesterday, and accompanied by, shall we say, a representative of yesterday's news, Mr. Septimus.

Septimus: Just Septimus, dearest.

Lydia: Apparently just Septimus. Let's get on with it, shall we? Beginning with the school, where Driver's Education opted to watch a film rather than find a conveyance everyone's, ah, daemons could fit into. That was perhaps prudent. Weather & Storms discussed the difficulties of changing the weather, and was observed by Dr. Blake. I had no idea he was interested in meteorology.

Septimus: I rather think he's more interested in Lord Thor.

Lydia: Oooh, do you think so? I mean--there aren't any notes from the dormitory, yes, yes, the porg is sad, we all know how this goes, but there are from the town, where Dr. Quinn was fashioning a display of candelabras at Needful Things. Oh! I should stop by; you never know when you will need a good candelabra--and I see that Captain Flint and his--caracara friend...Ti--Tidreles? My apologies if I have mispronounced that, sir--well, they stopped by and purchased a candelabra. At the Trooper Station, Detective Watts was visited by Mr. Grant and his daemons--apparently he's got more than one. Well, who understands the island's little oddities? At her warehouse, Miss Skywalker had some difficulties convincing the local woodchucks her coyote daemon did not plan to eat them, although they may not have been reassured when Mr. Skywalker showed up with a lion. At Stark Tower, Lord Thor and Dr. Blake woke up in--well! I'm not reporting on that! Ah, let us say that they had the situation explained to them by Dr. Blake's daemon, and move along to elsewhere in the tower, where Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers awoke to--will you squirrels please stop spying on people's bedrooms!

Septimus: If people won't close their curtains, those of us who can see in their windows aren't responsible for what we see.

Lydia: I'm not sure I agree with that.

Septimus: I get the best gossip that way.

Lydia: ...like what? No, no, don't tell me until I've finished these notes. Let's see what I can say. Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers discovered the daemons situation, and discussed how their daemons are different from when this happened previously, and also building armor for the daemons. I hope they shan't have need of it. Miss Gale was at the park with her daemon, and was joined by Miss Williams and hers. Whilst Captain Flint and Tid--Tidreles? Tidreles were not out shopping, they were at The Ink Spot, of course, whilst Mr. Grant stopped by the Perk, where he was joined by Mr. Sims, who was wearing epaulettes.

Septimus: No, darling, I'm afraid you've read that wrong.

Lydia: Oh! His daemon's name is Epaulette. And here I was hoping the squirrels had finally started taking notice of fashion. Mr. James Stark was also present, and he and Mr. Grant discussed the whole situation with the daemons. It was quite the only topic of conversation yesterday, and I do expect that to continue. The last note I have--dearest, would you like to read this one?

Septimus: I'd love to! Mr. Sims and Epaulette visited the beach. How's that?

Lydia: Splendid.

Septimus: You could have given me a more scandalous one.

Lydia: They can't all be who woke up in whose bed, you know. Now, let's go find some brunch, shall we? I'm sure Mr. Raiden has some nuts and berries.

intheeyeofthebeholding posting in

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Epaulette might not be a real bat, but her eyes still worked best at night, and after lying on his shoulder for most of the day, Jon imagined she'd want to fly.

So he was sitting on the sand as the sun went down, watching this odd other part of his soul, however that worked, dart around the surface of the water and catch insects.

It was oddly soothing.

[Open beach!]

hasaknightjob posting in

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Steven decided to get a treat of a drink and some snacks to go with the strange day. He worried about going into the Perk with an African Wild Dog and a falcon following him. But then it turned out the people working there had their own collection of animals so rules about such things were relaxed at the moment.

Made for an interesting topic of conversation, though, so took a while for Steven to get an order together. Moreso than any usual distractions he might have.

[open like a Perk post]

fears_no_one posting in

fandomtownies

Flint was in the bookshop today, reading about predatory birds of Central and South America. The crested caracara perched on his slightly dusty cash register probably had something to do with the choice of reading material.

"What sort of name is Tidreles, anyway?" Flint finally commented.

"What sort of name is James?" Tidreles retorted, pecking at a piece of paper.

The book store was open! Maybe you also need research material?

heroic_jawline posting in

fandom_radio

Hello and welcome to Friday. I'm Captain Steve Rogers, and if you were keeping track of how many normal days we've had, well, it's time to reset that clock. The daemons--am I pronouncing that right?--are back.

*soft mutterings, followed by eagle screeching and terrified squirrel noises*

Scout says I'm close enough, so we're moving on to classes. Tony and I supervised bread baking in our class, and we're looking forward to trying a braided loaf for next week! Raiden took his class to explore the amazing food of Rome, and zombie class had a movie day, and it was cold in the library.

In town, Liz was at her usual shift, Watts and Steven had their usual lunch, and Thor mixed it up with pumpkin spice latte brown ale.

*long pause*

Yeah, I'm gonna agree with Eric and pass on that one. And finally, the Supper Club went to Cafe Fina. Rey and Lydia talked about how Lydia has to learn to braid bread before next week, Flint and Lydia talked about their dates last Saturday night, and Flint expressed his suspicions of sentient dishware, a concern Henry shared. He was also still shaking off being a pony, so maybe I'll check on Henry while the daemons are around.

And that's everything! Have a good weekend.

wildgalegirl posting in

fandomtownies

Charlie was taking advantage of a really nice afternoon to sit on a bench in the park and play her guitar. Jaq was perched on her shoulder, fire lizard tail wrapped gently around her neck, bronze scales gleaming in the sun.* Occasionally he would chime in with a haunting harmony, which just tickled Charlie to no end.

"Let's try some Celtic stuff," she said. "Those have some kick-ass harmonies!"

Open park is open and Charlie is absolutely willing to be distracted!

[*I think I'm so funny. IYKYK]

ifwebeworthy posting in

fandomhigh

Thor was accompanied to class today by one Dr. Donald Blake, who they had discovered this morning could not be terribly far from Thor. It was an acceptable compromise: at least they both existed, now. If one were to look closely at Dr. Blake, where he sat in the corner of the classroom like he was merely observing for the fun of it, he was carrying an antique cane rather than his usual walking stick, and there was a leafcutter ant riding shotgun, as it were, upon his shoulder.

Thor did not have any animal companionship, but then, Thor wasn't human. Probably that was all.

"Last week," Thor told his students, "We discussed how small events can lead to larger ones: a rain shower to a hurricane, a bit of dust stopping that hurricane from ever happening. And one of you brought up charms, to change the weather, which is what has led us to today's class, which may sound strange coming from a god of storms: you must be very careful in attempting to change the weather. Humans have been attempting such for centuries, first through magic, and now through technology--although they have not gotten very far with that. It is most understandable. They wish to bring rain to end a drought. They wish to turn or disperse a hurricane, so that it does not bring devastation upon them. Someone like myself can do such things easily, but--what then? What further effects are there from the changes you have wrought? Do they lead to something yet worse for someone else, sometime in the future? Remember this above all things: everything is interconnected. Nothing happens in isolation. Not even a lightning strike.

"Now. Does anyone have any questions, or thoughts to share?" 'Where's your daemon?' would not be entertained.

thatwaslucky posting in

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Rey thought the daemon thing was pretty cool. You know who didn't? The woodchucks, who were hiding under a part of the obstacle course where they thought Varlo couldn't get at them.

"He's fine," Rey said, trying to coax them out mostly because she felt bad. "He's not going to hurt you."

"I could still get in there," Varlo said.

"Unhelpful," she told him.

It was really her fault for bringing a coyote in here.

[Open!]

needsacatchphrase posting in

fandomhigh

There were animals with your teachers today. That might have been why a movie was set up instead of any sort of practical driving practice. Because fitting a wolf into a car meant to go on the streets of Fandom was... less than likely.

"It's another one of those days," Jane said, letting out a little sigh as her owl ruffled his feathers on her shoulder in disapproval.

Cara did her best to ignore Vieno rolling on his back, legs in the air like an overgrown puppy begging for belly scritches. "Given the likelihood your... guests won't improve your driving skills, we've decided to go with a movie today."

"So, settle in for it," Jane suggested. "And hopefully things will be back to normal next week."

"Hopefully," Cara added dryly.

pocketpretzels posting in

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You would think that, being clones, the Troopers would all have identical daemons.

You would be incorrect.

The Trooper Station today was a veritable menagerie of animals Watts had for the most part never heard of before. Well, except for the porg, that was. Who apparently belonged to Calvin? Or Calvin belonged to her? Possibly both?

Look, it was complicated, and even though Jax had tried to explain it, it was a concept Watts was still trying to wrap his head around.

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Meme: DOMESTICITY

Fandom Radio- Monday, September 22

Pick Your Poison, Monday

Town Hall, Monday

Fandom Radio - Sunday (9/21)

The Perk, Sunday Morning

Stark Industries- Sunday

The Beach Behind Midnight Manor, Saturday Morning

The park- Saturday afternoon

Over Easy, Saturday

Fandom Radio, Saturday, September 20

The beach, Friday evening

The Perk, Friday Afternoon

The Ink Spot, Friday, September 19, 2025

Fandom Radio, Friday, September 19, 2025

Friday afternoon: The Park

Weather & Storms, Friday, Second Period

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

Driver's Ed: Drive Fast [Friday, Period One]

Trooper Station, Friday

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