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percabeth4life · 2 years

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Saw your posts about the inaccuracies of the gods and I was wondering if you had any recs/If you wrote any that feature the Gods that are more like the myths ? Or not as silly, I get why Rick wrote them as such considering its demographic but I would like something showing they aren’t human or good people.

// hope this isn’t too long I did try to shorten it I swear 😭

*squints* well uh- I do have a few recs where the Gods are actually treated respectfully... But uh- if you're looking for stories that villainize them this ain't the place for it. They are good, they are wonderful, they aren't *people* they're *Gods* but they're most certainly *good*.

If you're wanting ones where the Gods are treated right tho-

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To Make a Legend Series- aka. ATLOP Verse by Me

Percy learned he wasn't a normal human on one ordinary day at the beach. First he thought he was a waterbender (like Master Katara), then he thought he was a demititan (why else would Triton be so worried about his parentage?), and then he was told he was a demigod. Now he's got to deal with the rising conflict and a war on the horizon while learning how to be a good prince of the sea.

This fic is a full fledged rewrite, including actual Hellenic practices, a pagan camp, lots of diversity, and properly treated Gods. I aim for accuracy as much as possible, and every chapter has quite a bit of research put into it. Latest chapter is very informative on funeral rites :)

Follows canon at the start, slowly snowballs away from canon.

Pray to the King, the Protector, the Murderer (Pray to Time) by Me

Kronos was a really interesting God, in Percy’s opinion. He was a Titan God who had killed his dad to take over, then ruled for a long time and created the Golden Age... before he ate his kids and they got revenge by cutting him up. Percy related to him though, not on the eating his kids part, but the part where Kronos murdered his own dad.

Percy very much wished he could murder Gabe. Kronos probably had loads of ideas for killing horrible (step)parents. And people prayed to Gods for help all the time, why not for help with murder?

Or: Percy starts worshipping Kronos as a kid, hoping for some advice on how to off Gabe. Kronos is happy to assist.

This one is more of a crack fic, but is also a love letter to Kronos (from me) lol. Percy worships Kronos, the Gods are mostly Rick verse but also not given much attention as the focus is on the dynamic between Percy and Kronos. Switching POV: Kronos and Percy.

Stories of the Futures Past by Me

The Fates have seen troubling times to come, and wish to correct wrongs before they are done. These wrongs are ancient though, and not even correcting the Gods could fix the crimes. Thus the Fates go back, to the times of the Titans. And with some hand-picked heroes, and a set of books, they hope to prevent the mistakes of the future from occurring again.

Titans read the books with the kids.

A read the books fic I desperately need to update. The readers end up in the Titans time, with no guarantee of returning home. Showcases as accurate as possible portrayals of the Titans and ancient practices (books are Rick canon and thus not proper to them but the Titans call it out).

You Will See Me Thrive by Me

Percy Jackson has struggled his whole life handling pain, having Rheumatoid Arthritis would do that to a person, but he's always had his mom there for him. Now he's been thrown into the world of the Gods, and his mom is gone.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse he got claimed by Poseidon, who's being accused of a theft. What a fun time proving him innocent will be.

While I will be sticking with a more canon esque portrayal of camp, Percy is a Pagan and worships the Gods and the Gods themselves will be portrayed properly. Showcasing a lot of the subtle ways the Gods act in ones life, and a disabled Percy struggled extra hard to deal with demigod life.

I may be a dumbass but I'm not stupid by @izzymrdb

Percy may be oblivious, but he eventually figures out that something up when the fish start talking.

And when the only available conclusion to all the evidence he's gathered is that he's the son of a god, what will he do?

Izzy is a classics major and while this fic is effectively on hiatus, it is one of my absolute favorites. Amazing portrayals of the Gods, further divergence from canon, exploration of Hellenic practices.

And I will swallow my pride (in hopes of a final goodbye) by IzzyMRDB

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep." ~Robert Frost

Rhea thought the fight was over when she handed Luke that blade. The war she fought for others was over. She was wrong.

Now a thousand miles and a thousand years from home, all alone with just the ghost of a curse to accompany her in her travels, she will only fight for the wars she chooses.

"I promise."

It tastes like a lie, but I know I’ll do my best to fulfill it. How am I to make the gods listen when they don’t even know who I am?

Fem!Percy time travel to the past AU. Fairly accurate to history and mythology in culture, with some liberties, very engaging and Rhea has a lot of interesting adventures. Perpollo, with misunderstandings abound (but in a very fun way).

Red Tide by @alicekumori

Red tide: A phenomenon caused by algal blooms during which algae become so numerous that they discolor coastal waters (hence the name "red tide"). The algal bloom may also deplete oxygen in the waters and/or release toxins that may cause illness in humans and other animals.

Olympians may be forbidden from interfering directly in their children's lives, but nothing is stopping them from dropping in on the rest. After losing to Percy Jackson on the beach in Los Angeles, Ares' reputation has suffered a downfall, so the War God figured that if rumors are going to spread, he was going to at least make sure they believed he lost to a mighty warrior.

Or an AU where Ares decides to train Percy Jackson into the warrior he was always meant to be because there is no way in Hades he's going to let people think he was taken down by such a scrawny twig.

A delightful fic all but dedicated to Ares which, while slow to update, is always a delight. Good portrayal of Ares, expected good portrayal of other Gods to come.

Here's some selections, most by me as I don't read a whole lot of PJO fics rn. I have a few others I like, but they aren't necessarily... True to the Gods. This is a nice variety of genres and styles of writing so you should find something to enjoy.

#socksandaslide #life answers #fic recs #izzy bizzy #wonderful alice #also the length is fine not at all too long #that's right about the sweet spot for ask length ngl #but yeah the Gods are good 💞#and I dont read stuff that villainzes them really so

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emilythecosmicbun · 3 years

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Creepypasta OCs.

Any updates information is on Wattpad WATTPAD: https://www.wattpad.com/story/255861941-creepypasta-ocs-emily-elliot-and-stedge

TW BLOOD, ABUSE MENTION

cottontailprincess is my Instagram and Emilythecosmiccat is my username on some art websites.

They/Them pronouns please

do not sexualise me, my characters or my boyfriend please he isn’t comfortable with that.

okay so these are my two vent ocs.

Emily/Elliot (Bunny.)

one of them, as you know, is my impure agere oc, representing all the sad and flashback parts of everything. I made them to help cope with my thoughts and feelings. They are based off of my appearance and my trauma. They age up with me.

BASIC INFO

Full Name: Emily/Elliot Bunzelle but prefers just Emily or Elliot.

Nickname(s): Bunny, Emmy, El, Em, Princess, Prince, Princette

Meaning of name: Emily (from Urban Dictionary.) An Emily is someone who is crazy inside and out. She knows who her friends are and try’s hard to look after them. She is very pretty but doesn’t always know that. She isn’t always the most popular, but to her that doesn’t matter. She has friends from all ages and they all adore her. She hides her feelings however upsetting they may be.

Meaning of name: Elliot (Urban Dictionary) Elliot is a true master at caring. He teaches how to love and be loved. A man of honour a man of steal. He's as handsome as a Greek God, as strong as diamond, as compassionate as a saint and is as gentle as a father's touch. Elliot possesses a magic within to create a vision in the eyes of all, leaving them stunned at how brilliant and perfect Elliot truly is. A leader, a spirit lifter, a lover, a giver, an Elliot'll leave you speechless with his being, his essence.

Gender: Non-Binary

Pronouns: They/Them

Age:

Currently 19, same as IRL me, though they physically and mentally regress to younger ages, so their age varies. Their main ages are variants of 1+

Date of Birth:

August 21st (Body born in 2001)

Race/Species: English and a Spirit or Entity.

Native language: English (as in England English.)

Orientation/Sexual Preference: Bisexual Personality: Silly, playful, honest, caring, childish, bratty, stubborn, sweet.

Are They Dead: No but they aren't alive either. Somewhere in between.

Any Mental Health Issues?

C-PTSD, due to multiple traumatic events. They frequently experience multiple flashbacks and nightmares, and is usually terrified of leaving their safe space unless it’s with Stedge, even then, they panic.

Triggers: Listed Here. Triggers page on my Carrd.

Powers/Special Abilities: Can float slightly off the ground, is able to phase through walls, spew blood at will, and look "alive" when speaking and comforting children, or just around those they trust.

APPEARANCE:

Looks:

Very young child: Short but very curly/wavy brown hair, a bit lighter than when they are in older looking forms. They wear a pink dress with a white shirt under, and black school shoes. However, they can also just wear a sonic shirt and leggings, or a skirt.

Child: They can vary but their usual look is long curly/wavy brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, blood on their mouth and nose area, tired-looking eyes, pink dress, sometimes a nightgown, depending on the look, they can wear socks, bunny slippers or even go barefoot! Sometimes they wear bunny ears! Sometimes they like to wear sonic gear.

Teen: Depending on the age as a teen, at the point it's "kawaii" inspired things, sometimes just a Melanie Martinez shirt and pants (or skirt), sometimes overalls! They also wore band merch, stuff like that. They have either long brown hair, black hair or multicoloured hair like Melanie Martinez (dyed in variants such as pink, red, blonde (more like light ginger.)

Adult: Band tops, but also ones with cute designs on such as bunnies or kittens, sometimes overalls or dresses, sometimes even onesies, since they can still have the traits of an agere headspace. Short Brown hair, is a lot chubbier than the rest, can be considered mid or plus size.

Height: Varies depending on form and age, but usually smol.

Weight: (UNKNOWN BUT IT VARIES.)

Hair color: Dark brown/Brown

Eye color: Brown

Scars and/or skin conditions: Has a few bruises and a few cuts in some places, but I prefer to not draw them.

Has a skin condition called psoriasis. (I have it IRL.)

Never Seen Without: White Bun, and their three Cream The Rabbit plushies.

Likes:

• Things with peaches (the fruit) on them. (Including peaches and peach ice tea.)

• Bunnies

• Their Caregiver, Stedge.

• Drawing, and colouring in.

• The colour pink.

• Sonic The Hedgehog.

• Porcelain Dolls

• Stuffed Animals

Dislikes:

• Abusers (including physical, mental and sexual abusers.)

• Those who take advantage of vulnerable people.

• People who don’t take them seriously.

• Drama.

• Being abandoned or left alone.

Relationships:

Stedge - Partner in crime, best friend, caregiver and lover. (Depending on age of course.)

Cream.exe (Sally.exe game) - practically twinning, bunny loves to hang out with cream.exe. (my highest kin, apart from cream herself.)

Family Members - Depending on which member, they do have a good bond or a negative one. Bunny loves them on different levels, some of them, they hate. This does not reflect on how (I myself) feel about said family members.

(If you want your creepypasta oc to be friends with Bunny, just ask!)

OTHER INFO:

• They age up with my current age since they aren't dead and they are based off of me.

• I decided to make them some sort of entity since I couldn’t make them a ghost and still be alive lol they age up with me.

•Their “trauma” is the same as mine, which is why I won’t write it in detail here but they are a victim of abuse.

• They are all bloody because its how I feel about my trauma.

• They physically and mentally regressed to the age they are supposed to be, if they are in their child forms, they are an actual child. (Direct reference to my age regression I use to help me cope with my trauma) They prefer to be in this form so they can protect and befriend children. They don't harm children or other victims of abuse. The children usually call them “bunny.”

• When they're in their adult form, they have a partner called Stephen. Someone who they have known since they were 17 years old. When they are a “child” he takes care of them and protects them to make sure they don't ever get hurt again.

• Their sense of justice is what caused them to want to help other children. They never want to see another child go through what they went through.

Any Other Info is on the Picture.

Stedge

Well, I also made a creepypasta oc to represent my boyfriend, someone who I love and trust to help me during those horrible times. He’s like my partner in crime. lmao also his age isn’t rly there because he ages up with his real life counterpart, which will get updated.

REMINDER TO NOT SEXUALISE HIM AS MY BOYFRIEND IS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT.

BASIC INFO:

Name: Stephen

Nickname(s): Stedge, Mr. Bubbles (by Emily/Elliot.)

Meaning of name: Stephen The most beautiful boy in existence. Has stunning eyes, that make your heart fall through the floor when they crinkle with his perfect smile. Is deep, unlike most boys, and extremely intelligent. Has a big heart, and he doesn't realize when he's being taken for granted. Even though he would never admit it, he sometime's can't see what's right in front of him. An over-analyzer, and very stubborn, but he will admit defeat when he has to. Likes to drive girls crazy, apparently. Easy to fall in love with. Hard to figure out.

Gender: Male

Age: Ages up with IRL person. Currently: 19.

Date of Birth:

9th April

Race/Species: English, Human.

Native language: UK English.

Orientation/Sexual Preference: Straight

Are They Dead: No

Any Mental Health Issues? No, None that we know of.

Triggers: None that we know of.

Powers/Special Abilities:

He doesn't have many powers but he athletic and can run quick and has a good amount of strength. He uses a bat and other various stuff.

APPEARANCE:

Looks:

Short brown hair, brown eyes, a bit of facial hair, variants of a black or dark grey shirt, but obviously not only those, sometimes they’re ripped.

Hair color: Dark brown, brown.

Eye color: Brown.

Scars: None.

Personality: He is quite intelligent and mature, behaves childishly in front of Emily/Elliot, cold and serious, is kind, polite, protective.

Hobbies and Likes: • playing the guitar

• skate (skateboarding)

• listening to tunes

• spending time with Emily/Elliot.

Dislikes:

• Abusers, people who take advantage of vulnerable people.

• People who are cruel to Emily/Elliot.

Relationships: Bunny - Best friend, soulmate, would do anything to make bunny smile, frequently gets them stuffed toys and food.

EXTRA INFO:

He is a few months older than me in IRL, his age is 19 right now, along with mine but will be updated.

Stephen is a human, and helps take care of Emily (in their child forms.) since they are a child and very vulnerable in that state due to their trauma, when they’re adult they are romantic towards each other.

They work together as a team when bashing and killing abusers. While he uses physical means, Emily uses mental.

Any Other Info is on the Picture.

WATTPAD: https://www.wattpad.com/story/255861941-creepypasta-ocs-emily-elliot-and-stedge

#my art #agere #sfw agere #creepypasta oc #creepypasta #impure regression #creepypasta child #child oc #bunny #sally.exe #sally exe #sonic exe

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romeulusroy · 4 years

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Wicked Pt. Two (Thomas Shelby Oneshot)

Character/s: Thomas

Word Count: 1,077

Inspired By: Cake by Lily Allen

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @lotsoffandomimagines

A/N: Excuse how bad it might be lol, I wrote it in just under fifty minutes and this is my first ever part two to a fic :) Though I don't think this is the best, nor am I as proud of it as I am with the first part, I think it's kind of exciting to make a part two! I don't normally do this, preferring to leave the end a bit of a cliff hanger, but I think it might be cool to start doing parts/series? Yes? No? Ya gurl is incredibly nervous to post this cuse I've never done this!!! I hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

~ PART ONE ~

Part of you fell in love with him that day. The rings burned into your skin, the vows sitting shallow between your teeth, the gun still hot by your side. The body bleeding, dying, but warm, their skin growing colder by the second, the red pool beneath them seeping, staining the floors deeper. That very moment, the way he looked at you, awestruck, stunned, it was what you'd wanted all along. For someone to look at you in that way, those piercing blue eyes wide, glassy, in a daze, searching your own face for the right reaction. Underneath that, though, was fear. Fearing he had no idea who this person was, someone he'd share his bed, his home, and his life with. A scare that he was merely looking at a reflection of himself. Silly boy, you would have laughed. Naive comparing himself to you. If you were really were as similar as he believed he would have been smart enough to see you were a poison in disguise, dolled up just for him.

That was years ago, now. A wedding to remember. It wasn't often the dead had an invite to these kinds of things. A honeymoon passed without complication. A trip far, far away. Slept with your weapon of choice, toying with his trust, his loyalty. No use in having him all to yourself if you weren't going to use him as you pleased. There was a distance between you though, a crack in the ground splitting right down the middle. Thomas lacked affection, emotion, the other half of the conversation. His silences became suffocating. Smoking, quiet, lost in the cloud of his own thoughts. If you were going to follow through, give up your name for a man of so few words, you were going to strip him down layer by layer until you could touch his core, figure out what truly made him tick, what would make his whole world come crashing down. Meticulous, never maniacal. You could justify the care.

Worthy enough to sit in on meetings, be a part of these sacred moments. You'd proved yourself more than capable, even over qualified. Your input was scarce, but heavy. Held back, bit your tongue to all the words you could have said. You knew better than him, thinking five steps ahead instead of four, but he didn't have to know that. Think he was the smartest in the room. You could be pretty or smart, but not both. And boy, was he handsome. Brothers, sisters, associated by blood or by name had a place. Nestled between desks, between bodies and walls, there was always a job for someone. He valued blind compliance, and you obliged for the time being. Worked your way up. From filing his paperwork to being out there, beside his brothers. The drunk, the toddler, and the hothead. Loose lipped, more willing to share, to joke, to slip on their own secrets. One wanting to prove himself, the other drowning in his own uncontrollable emotions. You made notes of strengths, weaknesses, which to kill first, then second, who'd cause the most damage if they were to survive.

In those years, there was no talk of babies. Not a word. That big house would carry two, and that was all, though your parents continuously questioned. Even they bought the act, forgetting all that your new family had done in the past, the crimes they committed, the pain they inflicted. You'd hold his hand, passing the topic off with a sleepy comment. There were more than enough children in the family to pass on the bloodline, a litter of nieces and nephews were enough already, practically your own. The both of them took this wish to their graves, wanting the last of their own to have a piece of themselves. But you couldn't. In another life, with someone else, maybe, but not with a Shelby. You wouldn't stoop that low, sink under the shallow waters. Not yet, anyways.

Over time, that gap grew smaller, closing altogether. Blinded by trickery, by love, it was all the same anyways. His hand on your back, your waist, resting lazily on your thigh. Anything to show you belonged to him. Some parts of you did. In those brief moments, dancing with him at lavish parties, holding him under the sheets, watching him read the paper, you could see the appeal, the reason so many still tripped over themselves for him to look in their direction. Others scrubbed your skin raw of his touch, repulsed by your own twitching smile, restless, wanting to crawl out from beneath his grip. Thomas fell hard for you, confident he could read your mind, understand what you were thinking by the look on your face. Little did he know, all he was looking at was a goddamn mask.

You were the last of your kind, the sole representative for your family. Distant relatives, second cousins, great uncles a plenty, but your parents, your siblings, all gone. No one whose opinion mattered left. Without them, you were free to make your own decisions, starting with what to do with him. Years of learning his every move, the different laughs he laughed, the way he held his pen, all the things that disturbed his sleep, all for this decision. Gaining the trust of his loved ones. His aunt fawning over you, his sister going to you for advice, brothers of every sort following your orders, even the little ones making you pictures, tugging at your hand to play with them. You wouldn't hurt them, too young, too innocent, you were only after the ones who deserved it. You knew where they'd all be in the day to day routine, who came home when, even which footsteps belonged to which member.

Loading your gun, you felt sorry for them. Wrapped up in this idea, this dream state that they were the most powerful family in all of Birmingham, in all of London, and yet they'd be outsmarted by one anonymous soul. Sad, really. And disappointing. Promising so much wealth and safety to those around them, working for them, they'd be entirely lost without their Peaky Blinders. That was a sacrifice you were willing to make. For years you'd given up who you were, what you wanted, the values your family had been built on. Bending, breaking to fit this mold. Never again would you bow your head to any Thomas Shelby ever again.

#writing #thomas shelby #thomas shelby drabble #thomas shelby oneshot #peaky blinders #peaky blinders drabble #peaky blinders oneshot #thomas shelby x reader #thomas x reader #x reader #drabble #oneshot #tommy shelby #tommy shelby drabble #tommy shelby oneshot #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #gender neutral x reader

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murasaki-murasame · 5 years

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Thoughts on Sarazanmai Episode 7: “I Want To Connect, But I Want To Betray”

I was getting a little suspicious of how seemingly perfect things seemed to be with our main trio for most of this episode, but then the final scene happened and oh boy do I love dying and being dead :)

I feel like a bit of a broken record by saying this at this point, but this episode was So Much, all at once.

Anyway, thoughts under the cut.

Oh boy, where do I even start with this one. My precious traumatized gay cop dads Reo and Mabu, or my Disaster Gay son Enta? Ikuhara’s really spoiling me with all these options for emotional pain :))))

There’s definitely at least a few people watching the show who really hate Enta, and I guess this episode probably isn’t gonna change their minds, lol. I had a feeling something like this was gonna happen, though, since it seemed obvious to me that his whole character arc hadn’t been resolved yet. I could tell that his feelings for Kazuki would end up becoming an even bigger deal later. I didn’t expect it to happen right at the start of the anime’s second half, though.

I definitely wasn’t expecting it to play out with Enta messing up his own beloved practice spot and stealing Keppi’s dishes to try and sabotage Toi’s place as their new friend. I guess it was all a bit too perfect to be true.

In a lot of ways, I think this was a really necessary bit of conflict to bring up and put in the forefront, so I’m glad it’s happening. The idea of Kazuki trying to bring Toi into his and Enta’s friend group now that he’s in a better emotional place, and Enta internally freaking out and deciding to sabotage it all to keep Kazuki to himself, was a bit of an inevitability after the last episode, in hindsight. It’s really tragic that, as a direct consequence of Kazuki and Toi getting closer and happier as individuals, Enta’s repressed issues with obsession and jealousy are getting set off. It was pretty obvious after the first few episodes that Enta was going to get more and more jealous of Toi for getting close to Kazuki, and now it’s all coming to a head.

I only just thought of it now, but I guess it makes sense that this week’s kappa zombie was angrily jealous of balls because he wanted to be the one getting kicked. Enta wants to be the only object of Kazuki’s affection and attention, no matter what he has to do to get it, even if he ends up getting strung along and indirectly hurt by Kazuki in the process.

Also this week’s kappa zombie had a soccer ball for a head, was wearing a ball gag, and fantasized about getting kicked in the balls, so I’m just gonna leave that whole pile of puns on the table for us to appreciate.

Anyway, I feel bad for everyone in the main trio at this point, and it’s hard to imagine this ending with none of them being hurt. It’s really becoming apparent now that their desires are in conflict, and that they need to work through their shit before they can actually all be mutual friends.

In particular I feel really bad for Toi now, since he seemed genuinely happy about being able to become real friends and play soccer with Kazuki and Enta [I see you laying out hints for Toi having known the two of them through soccer as children, Ikuhara, don’t think I can’t see you being sneaky], and then he had to deal with the stress of finding out that his brother got betrayed and might end up having to go on the run, which would force Toi to commit to immersing himself into a solitary life of crime for good. And then even after Kazuki brings up the idea of using the dishes of hope to fix what’s going on with Toi’s brother so they don’t have to go into hiding, we find out that Enta stole the dishes.

At the very least, the fact that Enta stole them in the first place probably means it won’t be hard to get them back from him. But I have a feeling that Enta still might not want them to use the dishes for Toi’s sake. Considering that this episode cuts off right at the end of Enta’s secret-leaking sequence, I think there’s gonna be a lot of subsequent conflict between them about it in the next episode.

I think that sooner or later the fact that Enta has a possessive crush on Kazuki is going to have to come out and get addressed by all of them, and this seems like it’s probably the best time to get that out the way once and for all. I wouldn’t be surprised if Toi ends up being the one to really force everyone to acknowledge it, since Kazuki and Enta would probably just fall back into this pattern of willful ignorance and silence if nobody else forces the issue.

At this point I don’t exactly expect Kazuki to return Enta’s feelings, but I think that Enta needs SOME sort of closure so that he can move on with his life and let both him and Kazuki make new friends.

I’d been thinking for a while that both Enta and Toi still need to have their own character arcs resolved, especially now that Kazuki’s has basically been resolved, and surprisingly enough it looks like both of their arcs might get focused on at more or less the same time now, considering that there’s pressing issues going on with both of their lives, and their desired individuals. If it means that things with both of them might more or less get wrapped up soon, that’d probably be good for the sake of narrative speed, since we only have four episodes left.

I still feel a bit suspicious about how Kazuki’s whole peppy attitude and willingness to connect with everyone feels a bit TOO perfect to be happening just halfway into the show, but there’s not really even that much time left for there to be too much more to happen with his character. But we’ll see.

In general this episode is really making me curious about how exactly the pacing of the last four episodes will go, and what stuff will get focused on in them. But before I get into Reo and Mabu and all of their emotional pain and Otter Empire worldbuilding, I wanna just comment on the complete out of left field reveal that Sara and Keppi are apparently a couple and they’ve just casually reunited off-screen.

I know that Sara’s TV show was subtly setting up this background plot of her ‘looking for her prince’, but I wasn’t expecting it to come up and apparently get resolved so quickly, lol. I’m somehow even more confused about what Sara’s whole deal is, and where her character is going. To begin with, I still REALLY hope the anime delves into her history with Reo and Mabu, since that still seems way too important not to bring up.

Ikuhara’s always bad a bit of a fascination with the concept of ‘princes’, which as far as I can tell is something he’s revisited time and time again [although other than Sarazanmai I’ve still only watched Utena], so it’s kinda interesting in a lot of ways to see how he’s handling Keppi as this silly, comedic little dude who just randomly reunites with his beloved princess off-screen. It actually reminds me a bit of stuff from the Utena movie.

Anyway, I guess I can’t skirt around the elephant in the room, or should I say the otter in the room, any longer. Reo and Mabu fucked me up this episode, not gonna lie. I just want them to be happy in the end.

I honestly wasn’t expecting their scenes in this episode to be so . . . blunt and straightforward in the worldbuilding they delved into. It’s still confusing in it’s own way, but now we know that the Otter Empire weren’t able to properly heal Mabu’s injuries, and had to give him a mechanical heart to keep him alive, which has clearly stunted his emotions. At this point their whole story together is reminding me of real-world cases where a relationship starts fracturing at the seams when one person gets into an accident that ends up changing their personality, and that sudden shift causes all sorts of complicated feelings for the both of them. Which, ironically enough, I have a bit of indirect personal history with, since my father ended up breaking up with his girlfriend after she got into a cycling accident that gave her mild brain damage.

Though it also really comes across like Mabu is on magical metaphorical life support, and Reo is living with this constant awareness that Mabu is suffering in this state of half-life that he can choose to end if he wants to. But of course, it’s clear that Reo is violently opposed to the idea of killing Mabu, no matter what he says about refusing to accept the way he is now. I hope that one way or another they can get a happy ending together, even if they can’t return to exactly how they used to be.

This episode also seems to pretty blatantly confirm my suspicions that Mabu’s maintenance is at least metaphorically sexual in nature, if not literally. It also looks like he specifically gets his maintenance from someone in the Otter Empire, which is interesting, but I guess it makes sense. It also looked like he was being taught how to make food again, which makes it seem like he’s being slowly taught how to live a normal life again, which has it’s own real-world medical parallels.

I’m also wondering now if this is actually still Mabu with just his brain and emotions affected by his injuries, or if he’s more like a manufactured AI implanted into Mabu’s body that’s being trained how to mimic him. Either could be true, I guess. Mabu’s line about ‘wanting to be the one that’s desired’ was really sad, though, and it makes me think that one way or another he genuinely wants to be the version of himself that Reo loves, even if that might be impossible now.

It’s also still kinda unclear to me whether or not Reo and Mabu are actually meant to be otters, or if they’re humans working for the Otter Empire, or what. They definitely seem to be working for them, but every time we see anyone else from the Empire, they’re very obviously a different type of creature to Reo and Mabu, who just look like regular people.

We also found out right at the end that they’ve apparently locked up Keppi’s dark desire in the water tank thing that they dump people’s corpses into in order to create kappa zombies, which is certainly interesting. I’m not quite sure what to make of it yet, though.

On the whole topic of what these final four episodes will focus on, I still wonder when and how Reo and Mabu will come into direct contact with the main trio, since thus far they’ve been kinda going down parallel lines in the story without ever directly crossing paths. But obviously they’re gonna have to clash at some point before this is all over. With how this episode went, it’s possible that the series will focus on wrapping things up with Enta and Toi before the big climactic confrontations, though. Plus there’s the whole detail of if/when we’ll dive into Reo and Mabu’s history with Sara.

At the very least, it’s spelled out even more clearly here that Reo’s main motive seems to be getting the dishes in order to save Mabu. Which I could actually see quickly leading to a big conflict between him and the main trio, considering that most of this episode lead up to the whole plot point of Kazuki deciding that he wants to use the dishes to save Toi’s brother. So it seems like that whole conflict of motives might be where the two teams finally clash. I said before that the whole thing with Enta stealing the dishes could easily get fixed if he just gives them back, but I think it’s very likely that Reo might swoop in and steal them for himself, which would lead to a situation where both teams need to steal the dishes the other has in order to make a full set so they can make their wish. I think that the main trio should have one from the kappa zombie they just defeated, and if Reo steals the ones that Enta took, he’d have four, so they’d both need what the other has to get a complete set of five.

I’d been wondering whether or not this first gold plate they’re working toward would be the big climax of the story, or if there’d be time for them to get a second gold plate afterward, but at this point I think it’ll definitely just come down to this one wish.

On the one hand, I know I’ve said before that I think Reo deserves it most because his issue isn’t something he can solve otherwise, but at this point I think it’s possible for him to just accept Mabu’s situation and love him for who he currently is, and on the other hand, the situation with Toi’s brother is probably too big for the main trio to solve without the help of a wish, so I’m shifting over toward thinking that Toi deserves it more. But of course that leads back to the issue of Enta clearly not wanting that to be how this ends, lol.

There is just A Lot going on at this point in terms of conflicts and motives and what everyone wants and how everything will turn out, and the main two groups of characters haven’t even directly come into contact with each other yet!

Even though we just have four episodes left, if we’re already moving into the big endgame conflicts now that there’s five silver dishes in play and two major wishes that want to be granted, I think that’s enough time to make it all work out nicely, in terms of pacing.

#murasaki rambles #sarazanmai #this got a big long but honestly these always do lol

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gingernastyy · 5 years

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Hi, I’m the person from that last matchup with Arthur? and I’d like to request a female matchup if that’s alright? Also thank you! ☺️

(I hope this is the right one! I’ve done so many matchups lately lol)

I pair you with-

Mary-beth Gaskill!

She feels like she is the queen with escapism. She’s almost always daydreaming, it’s when she comes up with the most of her ideas for her stories.

She’d love to bounce ideas off of you knowing that you like to get out of your head.

She gets really excited when she thinks the idea she came up with is really good but then brush it off by saying it’s silly once she says it out loud.

She loves to read too! She’s quite the bookworm and she’s such a sucker for romance novels. She knows the ones that are worth your time to read and the others that you shouldn’t.

She’s curious about what kind of books you like to read. She knows that Hosea loves crime novels and is sure he’d let you borrow them if you would want to.

When she sees you drawing she practically clings to you. It’s really cute on how much she wants to see what you are working on. She says that Arthur never lets her see what he’s drawing and she wants to see the artwork you do. She loves art she just doesn’t think she’s much of an artist.

She’ll ask if she can join you if you are alone for a very long time. She’s very compassionate and likes to give you company

If she thinks that you are mad or sad she’ll ask if you want to talk about. She gets flustered when you tell her that you aren’t upset or angry and apologizes for thinking you were.

She has tougher skin than how she presents herself so you being blunt doesn’t get to her as much as it might others. However there are a few times depending on what you say that upsets her. As long as you come talk to her about it she’s very forgiving.

#rdr2 matchups #rdr2 #mary-beth gaskill #matchups #matchups are still open! send me some?

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haikyuu-imagines-and-others · 6 years

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aaaaaah!!!!!!! Haikyuu AND dbh?! FUCK YES ill send you a lots of request!!!!! (Sorry if is too much just choose the ones you like

As soon as I read this request - my mind IMMEDIATELY went to comparing Ushijima with RK900 and just the idea of them being similar tickled my interest lol Thanks for requesting, love! And to anyone reading - DBH AU requests are ALWAYS open bc I have no self control and I’m a glutton for punishment ;D -Admin Satori

Android!Ushijima Wakatoshi - DBH AU

“So this is the new model for the department, huh?”

“Yes, its processors tend to run much faster and its software is less likely to be susceptible-“

“Jeezuz, Tooru, just use regular words, will you?”

“The SJ Model that I am has been upgraded to the SZ Model. It has less of a chance of becoming Deviant.”

You jumped back as the Android before you, looming over your much smaller frame, opened its eyes and met your surprised stare evenly, “Holy shit, dude! Don’t fuckin scare me like that!” You huffed, cheeks feeling warm with embarrassment - Though neither android noticed. A frown quickly took over your face as you glanced at Oikawa, “So then…. You’re obsolete?”

His light brown eyes glanced at you before looking back at the newer android who hadn’t moved since opening his eyes. “Yes. My model will soon be recalled for parts and software to be repurposed into other newer models.”

Fear shot through your body at the thought - losing your partner, your friend, only because he’d been upgraded? Never seeing Oikawa’s goofy smile, or hear his silly greetings/chastising of your actions ever again? Your frown deepened, and you rested your hand on his shoulder, catching his attention away from his successor, “I won’t let them take you, alright? So you don’t have to worry.”

He blinked back at you, eyebrows furrowing as he took in your promise - simple data running through his processors before he tilted his head, “I am an Android, Detective _______… I do not feel worry or fear for my inevitable disassembly. Perhaps you’ve grown attached to mechanical parts due to my seamless integration into your species, no?” A smug smirk had you pursing your lips and huffing in irritation. It was a programmed response, you knew - nothing out of the ordinary there. He hadn’t done or noted anything about being deviant, so why would it suddenly change with the arrival of his replacement?

Though that fear still plagued you as you stared up at the replacement. He stared right back. He seemed much more clean cut than Oikawa - not a hair out of place, every blink timed for every few seconds, not a muscle moved as the last of his updates completed their rounds. You had to forget about the fear, about losing your friend - there wasn’t any news about returning Oikawa, so you’d save that worry and panic for when they requested it. Now, it was time to bring in the new recruit.

“SZ100 - What’s your name?” He blinked back at you, uncomprehending your order until your realized your mistake. Another blush on your cheeks, you gave a sheepish smile at Oikawa’s side eye before looking back at the new android. “Sorry, Register your name, please.”

Olive eyes stared down at you, and for only a second did you feel intimidated before he spoke, “SZ100 Registering Name… My name is Ushijima. Ushijima Wakatoshi.” You frowned and the android furrowed its brow, “Is this name sufficient for my purpose?”

Crossing your arms, you sighed and tilted your head, “I mean, yeah - sure, it’ll do… But it’s a really long name… So I’m going to call you Waka.” A deeper furrowed brow appeared on Ushijima’s face, but you didn’t have time to ponder what it meant before your radio was reporting a possible burglary in place down the street. “No! Not my Chinese Takeout! Goddamit!”

Before Oikawa, or Ushijima, could do anything to stop you, to put a plan in motion, you were taking off towards the reported crime. Oikawa was right after you, deciding he better keep a close eye on you in case you ran headlong into danger. But Ushijima was the one to take longer to break into a run, his processors calculating the best possible solutions and how to attain them. Once the plan was in motion did he then start to move in the same direction as you and Oikawa.

By the time he arrived at the shop, you and Oikawa were crouched outside the front door, guns out and ready, you were whispering the plan of action to Oikawa just before the glass above you was shattered as the gunman spotted Ushijima come to a slow halt from his jog. You squeaked, Ushijima dodged easily before taking his place beside you, “Are you trying to get yourself killed on your first day, rookie?” You hissed at Ushijima, rolling your eyes before sending him a quick glare, “Now he knows we’re out here!”

“To be completely fair, Detective _______, I did not say the newer models would be mentally capable of such easy tasks.”

“Now is not the time for your ego trip, Oikawa.”

More shooting from inside the shop, and your heart leapt into your throat thinking maybe the gunman had harmed any of the patrons trapped inside. “He is currently armed, 5 bullets left in the clip, and facing this entrance of the shop. I suggest we retreat and return with a negotiator to retrieve the shooter in the most practical way possible. Less damage, less-“ But Ushijima didn’t have a chance to finish his analysis.

Nor did Oikawa have a chance to mock Ushijima’s poor policeman action skills.

For you’d already moved. Fast. You had already been crouched, so it was an easy muscle spasm of your legs to push you into the store faster than anyone had thought possible. You’d have to thank your adrenaline later for that one. The shooter hadn’t been expecting you to charge him - he hadn’t been ready for you to suddenly be in his space, blocking his knee-jerk reaction of aiming at you with your forearm while your right went for a gut punch. He bent over in surprise with your hit, but his hand reached out and roughly grabbed your wrist and yanked your gun from your hold over the counter, then again tried to aim his gun at you, pulling the trigger twice. The ringing in your ears was barely heard over the rush of adrenaline pushing you to grab his arm and slam his hand down onto the front counter, hard, a couple of times before he yelled out in pain and dropped the gun. Then it was a simple fist fight between two humans.

But you were at a disadvantage - he’d completely blown out your hearing, and you didn’t know if he had any more weapons on him. So while you did disarm his primary weapon, he was able to get two harsh punches to your stomach and jaw before you’d roughly pushed him away.

It was like everything slowed down after that. You stood before him, he before you, both guns forgotten over the counter behind you. Your body ached, ribs felt like shards of glass poking you from the inside. Your face contorted in pain, but you refused to show much more than that in means of weakness.

Then his hand started moving to the front of his pants, and your eyes widened - knowing you didn’t have enough time before he’d open fire on you with his hidden gun. You’d be killed in action.

Shots rang throughout the shop, but you weren’t hit with anything other than a large body pushing you behind the very same counter you’d paid for your lunch countless times. You opened your eyes, not remembering when you’d closed them in anticipation for the shooting pain of being hit - and were surprised at the face you were but a few inches from.

He was talking. His brow furrowed angrily. Upset at you for your reckless actions. But you couldn’t hear him - those two shots had really done a number to your hearing. Looking down, you felt in a daze as you saw yours and the burglars forgotten guns, and a brilliance filled your face to rival the sun. You quickly grabbed the androids face and pressed a hurried kiss to his lips before grabbing your gun, popping your head over the counter and shooting the secondary weapon out of the gunmans hand.

You’d kissed him.

Ushijima stayed in his crouched position. Frozen. All systems failing in his search for what the fuck had just happened. One second he’d been telling you to pull back, then you were in a fight for your life with an unpredictable assailant. Another you were about to be shot right before his eyes, then you were kissing him before taking your shot.

The events all added up, sure, but he didn’t know what to make of them as they stared him in the face.

Software Instability ^^^

This wasn’t something he’d ever experienced before in his test trials back at CyberLife. He’d never had to see that urgent message scroll across his vision as he stared ahead of him - at the space he’d pulled you in for safety. And yet there it was - mocking him. Mocking his assumed perfection.

Your face took up his vision as the text faded away, a wide smile on your lips - though it faltered for a second as you held your ribs in place with your arm, “Hey there, Partner, you doing okay? I didn’t hear the Windows shutdown music, so I’m hoping you just froze.” You patted his face with a quiet laugh, “Come on, we gotta make sure everyone is okay.”

Back in action, all systems checking out to be fine, processors running at optimal capacity - Ushijima felt as if he’d booted back up. As if he actually had frozen. As if all of his internal servers had just all caught on fire before being doused in ice cold water.

Just as you were about to walk towards the scared patrons, the gunman being taken down by Oikawa and cuffed before anything else could be damaged, a strong hold grabbed your wrist. You whirled on the touch, your fist raised, about to bring hell to whatever had dared grabbed at you. But you stopped when you met the disapproving stare of Ushijima. Instead you lowered your fist and smiled, “Waka! Jeez, you’ve had a fun first day, huh? Got to save your new partner and set a good example for Tooru over there!”

“The examples provided to me by CyberLife and the Police Department are sufficient enough, Detective ________. Thank you.”

You laughed at Oikawa’s sour tone before looking up at Ushijima’s continued glowering expression, “What’s u-“

“You’re injured.” You opened your mouth to disagree, but he didn’t give you the chance. “EMS is on scene. Medical precautions are recommended for your predicament.” He pulled you behind him by your caught wrist, and for some reason you let him. Maybe it was because you like the way he held you tight but not too tight, or maybe because your ribs were really starting to hurt you.

As you took a seat on the gurney, you grabbed his CyberLife issued jacket collar to keep him from leaving - he turned, “Wait….” You quickly looked away as he regarded you seriously, a flush of pink blooming on your cheeks as you looked down at your legs, “What…. What were you saying when you pulled me to cover? I couldn’t hear you properly…”

Ushijima searched your expression for any chance at teasing or joking around. Only a couple of hours with you and he knew not to take you completely serious 100% of the time. But this was different - the downturning of your head, the slight pout to your lips, even the way you wouldn’t completely meet his eyes as you glanced up at him - you were showing signs of being sincere. Curious and Sincere about what he had to say. He was presented a few options.

He could lie - give you an answer that would solidify your relationship to him as a tool, a machine to be disposed of after its use was satisfied.

He could tell the truth - explain his bewilderment at your reckless abandon for your own safety, that you’d sacrifice yourself for nothing but a couple of strangers lives.

Or he could say nothing. And walk away.

Nervousness suddenly shot through you, and you smiled sheepishly before waving him away, “No.. You know? Never mind! It’s fine, you don’t have to tell me… I’ll… I’ll be alright. You just go let Tooru teach you how to document and analyze the crime scene, okay?”

Software Instability ^^^

Why had you suddenly changed your mind? He only allowed himself a few seconds to research reasons a human would do something so suddenly before he turned on his heel and walked back towards the crime scene. A direct order was a direct order, no matter how insincere it seemed from the one giving them.

“Waka!”

Ushijima stiffened, and came to a complete stop at your calling him. A nickname for a tool - he wondered would you do the same for a handsaw or an ice machine. Regardless, he barely turned his head to be able to meet your gaze over his shoulder.

Your heart caught in your throat at his stare, your plea for him to stay with you or to actually tell you what he’d been yelling at you about in the store dried on your tongue. But your impulse control was shot with the excitement of today, so you smirked, “Next time we kiss, you better put some goddamn effort into it!” He didn’t react immediately, but you laughed as if you’d just told the funniest joke, “No more of that fish lips bullshit!”

He didn’t even give you a seconds notice before he continued his path towards where Oikawa was currently going over details with the human police force that had arrived. A tight feeling rose in his throat, something he’d never experienced before - something he was sure wasn’t something he should be feeling.

All his scans came back normal. Optimal speeds. Exceptional care.

Quickly brushing off the frustration of not knowing, and what you’d called after him about, he turned his full attention on the crime scene - going forth with his intended purpose.

This didn’t exactly end like you requested - but I’m going to start doing sequels and continuations of pieces that I like, regardless if it’s requested or not :) So please expect a continuation of this in the future

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zenxenophilia · 6 years

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Merformer Swerve Fic

(This was originally going to be part of a request, however it quickly turned out to be much longer than I had originally planned so now it’s its own thing lol. XD I may or may not continue it as a mer Swerve/Reader series depending on how much time I have and if anyone is interested. Please let me know what you think.)

You knew you had made a huge mistake the second you laid eyes on the ramshackle cabin that looked as though any moment it could slide into the frigid, grey waters of the lake beside it. The wood was warped and weather beaten from what was possibly a hundred years worth of winter storms. The stonework chimney leaned precariously to one side and was bent at an odd angle, making it look like something out of a cartoon than any functional appliance. And the vintage wooden blinds hanging in nearly all of the windows appeared to have numerous missing slats, like a grinning mouth with missing teeth.

You grimaced as you set your travel worn suitcase inside and surveyed your surroundings. You were slightly surprised at how clean the place looked, (despite the hideously retro décor) having expected nothing short of a century’s worth of cobwebs, and possibly even the grinning remains of the last poor soul that had been fed the same spiel about the idyllic lakeside retreat from a crumpled travel brochure.

You wished now that you had decided to spend your winter break in Hawaii, or Fiji, or anyplace with sun really, rather than this dreary, rainy town in the middle of nowhere and its giant, mist covered lake that looked more at home in a Silent Hill game than out in the real world.

But the place had looked so inviting in the brochure that had been coincidentally slipped into your mailbox last week. It had promised cozy accommodations, friendly people, pristine lake water, and above all, peace and quiet. The last part had been your deciding factor. You refused to spend another precious break away from university surrounded by shrieking children, wall to wall traffic, and rude tourists. This time, you had promised yourself, you were going to treat yourself to a real vacation. Just you and the quiet beauty of your natural surroundings. Now however, gazing out over the misty waters that perfectly reflected the sunless, grey sky you felt a chill creep down your spine that had nothing to do with the dry, winter air. Gazing out of the kitchen windows, you found yourself transfixed by the mirror-like water. You couldn’t explain why, but you got the eerie, unexplained feeling that someone (or something) was watching you).

With a scoff you closed the blinds and began dragging your suitcase to the bedroom to unpack. You were just letting the townsfolk’s silly fairytales get to you you told yourself with a huff as you kicked off your muddy boots and tossed them into the tiny adjoining closet.

The residents of the secluded town of Caliban were what you’d call somewhat eccentric, you supposed, though you had a few other words in mind. Most of the two hundred or so people living there were at least fifth or six generation; a few of them even had ancestors that had founded the tiny fishing village. They were exactly the kind of people one would picture living in a cozy, secluded, lakeside town; warm, friendly, quiet, heavily steeped in tradition, and more than a little superstitious.

Chief among these local urban legends was the idea that there strange, mermaid like creatures that lived in the surrounding lake. These creatures, they claimed, were fond of humans and had been protecting the sleepy little village and its inhabitants from boating accidents and drowning for generations. The locals held nearly an obsessive amount of pride for their mysterious, underwater guardians. People would set out plates of food for them on the end of their docks as an offering, oohing and awing the next morning when the food would be eaten by what was probably nothing more supernatural than a nosy raccoon. And images of the odd, manatee-like beings decorated nearly every store front and sign in town like some sort of bizarre town mascot.

The local pub especially had an affinity for the ‘mers’ as the locals called them. Fishermen would gather in their aging leather booths and swap stories (over mer themed drink specials) about their encounters with their aquatic friends. Just about every person in town had a personal experience with these creatures, including the town sheriff.

Charlie Burns was warm, soft-spoken, practical man that had a rare gift for commanding the respect and attention of anyone in the room without ever really trying, and you were no exception when he had come over to give you a friendly introduction and welcome you to the town on your first day. You had listened with rapt attention when he had let you in on the town’s worst kept secret, regaling you with his own stories of the playful beings stealing a fish from his line or splashing him while enjoying a peaceful canoe ride.

“They’re a mischievous lot, but they don’t mean any harm,” he had said before reaching into his jacket pocket to produce a crisp white card, embellished with the official sheriff’s office logo. “This is a pretty quiet town, (y/n). Not much happens here in the way of crime, but if you ever find yourself in any trouble during your stay, you give me a call at the office, alright?”

A few uneventful days in the dreary little town however had pushed Sheriff Burns’ conversation out of your mind. In fact, the most eventful thing that had happened so far this week was going to the store to pick up some groceries for dinner. The grey clouds blocking the sun seemed to gather even more thickly, as if in response to your already bleak mood. You shifted the brown paper bag in your hands and pulled your jacket tighter around your chest, trying in vain to keep out the winter chill. Your worn walking boots crunched loudly on the gravel walkway up to your cabin on the far edge of town, breaking the eerie quiet of the surrounding woods.

Something out of the corner of your eye made you pause however before turning your key in the door. You squinted against the harsh, bright grey haze towards the broken down wooden steps leading down to the pebbled shore of the lake. As your eyes adjusted to the glare, you noticed that someone appeared to be sitting in the warped wooden deck chair nestled neatly at the very edge of the lake.

Your breath hitched in your throat as your mind raced with images of intruders and serial killers and every scary movie about secluded cabins in the woods ever made. After a few deep breaths however, you realized the most likely scenario was that one of the local kids had decided to sneak over to the normally empty cabin and enjoy a little winter sunbathing. Shaking your head in dismay at your own overactive imagination, you began crunching your way down the lake shore to shoo away your unwanted visitor.

However, as you reached the top of the rickety stairs, you noticed that the figure slumped in the deck chair had a distinctly inhuman outline. A thick, blubbery tail hung loosely over the edge of the chair and draped lazily over the dark sand. At first you thought that maybe some teenagers had played a sick joke on the new visitor by placing a dead manatee in your chair, until you notice the short, stubby, humanlike fingers curled over one of the armrests.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you approached for a closer look. It was about the size and shape of a manatee, but decidedly human (or at least semi-human) shaped from the middle up. Splotches of red covered the rubbery looking white body in abstract shapes, getting darker and more solid as they rounded the back of its head and along the tips of tiny clawed hands. It was lying so still, you would have thought it was dead if not for the faint rising and falling of its chest as it dozed peacefully in cloud covered sun. One hand lazily draped over the thing’s face in an attempt to block out the blindingly grey haze of the chilly winter morning.

For a brief, mind numbing moment your entire brain stopped working. All you could do was gape in shock at the creature sprawled out over the deck chair. Years of fantasy novels and fairytales came flooding back to you like a torrent while all the while one word circled through your brain on repeat, screeching its implausible truth with the force of a fog horn.

Mer.

The thing in the chair let out a loud, snuffling snore, snapping you out of your chaotic reasonings. You stared in abject disbelief as it shifted slightly in its sleep like a dog dreaming of catching a rabbit. For some unexplainable reason, rather than fear, or awe, or any other million emotions that the fairytale books you had read as a kid would deem acceptable for this sort of situation, all you felt after the initial shock wore off was annoyance. Annoyance at the creature commandeering your backyard furniture like he had some sort of god given right to be there.

This was your cabin (if only for a few weeks). And no stranger, human or otherwise, was going to just sprawl themselves on your deck chair, particularly after you’ve had such a busy morning. You had earned that chair, darn it. Even if the thought of sitting outside after having to walk back from the store in the cold was the farthest thing from your mind two minutes ago, the fact that this creature was robbing you of the option irritated you to no end.

You gently, but firmly prodded one of the wooden legs of the chair with your boot, careful not to kick… whatever it was that was occupying it. You jumped back slightly, not knowing how the thing would react to being woken. The creature, rather than bolting upright like you had expected, slowly drew away the arm covering its startlingly blue eyes to peer at you with what you can only describe as lazy expectancy. As if it was waiting for you to say whatever it was that you needed to, so it could finish its nap in peace. For some reason this thought made you even angrier than before.

Before you could say or do anything however (not that you would have had the slightest idea of how to proceed) the creature’s gaze fell upon the brown paper bag grocery bag in your arms, the contents of your latest purchase sticking tantalizingly out of the top. Its eyes sparkled like a kid on Christmas morning and it turned to grin up at you in eagerness. You gasped and nearly dropped the bag, a few fresh apples spilling out and rolling over the rocky beach. The thing’s mouth was filled with small pointed teeth, similar to a dolphin’s, each one clamping against one another in the universal sign for hunger.

The sight is so startlingly unexpected that you momentarily forgot your anger. The thing (even now you hesitated to use the “m” word) reached down to retrieve one of the apples that had come to rest against the leg of the deck chair, its thick, purple tongue licking over the lipless mouth in glee. You stared transfixed as it turned the apple over in its webbed hands, almost reverently, before biting into it with that hellish mouth, the juice dripping from its jaws as devoured the fruit in a matter of seconds, core and all.

It licked the juice off its fingers, savoring every last drop. The thing then turned back to you with a toothy grin that nearly turned your stomach and held out one of its hands, making a childlike grabbing gesture towards the bag. You clutch your grocery bag to your chest on bolted back inside your cabin, with a potent combination of fear, confusion, wonder, and disbelief all bouncing around your brain, as if trying to figure out which to deal with first. You slammed the door and bolted it, pressing against it with your back and releasing the pent of breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

You clutched at your temples, trying desperately to reconcile the thing on your deck chair with years of schooling, common sense, and the laws of nature in general. You dared to sneak a peek through the thin wooden blinds along your kitchen window, not sure if it would be better or worse for that thing to still be there. It still was, to your mixture of relief and dismay. The proof of your unbelievable tale was still sunning itself on your deck chair for all to see, its chubby tail smacking the grainy sand as it strained to reach one of the fallen apples just beyond its reach, unable, or simply unwilling to leave the comfort of the warped, wooden recliner. You had to admit, were you not having to reevaluate your world view at the moment, you might have found the sight humorous.

Instead, you felt that earlier sense of annoyance creeping its way back in, tinged with a small amount of embarrassment. That thing had not only stolen your deck chair, but now it was actually eating your food. The food that you had personally gone out and bought with your own money for your own enjoyment. Not only that, but here you were (you hesitated to use the word cowering, but) cowering in your own vacation home, while that Abe Sapien wannabe was lounging about without a care in the world like he owned the bloody place. Gritting your teeth in aggravation, you reached for the archaic landline phone and called the only person you coul think of.

“Hello. Sherriff’s office,” the calm voice from the other line crackled through the receiver. You could hear the rustle of papers being filed on the other line.

Hello. Sherriff Burns?” you muttered, nervously twirling the now hopelessly wrinkled business card between your fingers. You never thought you would actually have a reason to use it before now. “This is (y/n). Remember? From the other day? I’m calling about a… I mean, there’s this… I don’t really know what you’d call it. I’m-“

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong? Are you in some kind of trouble?” Sherriff Burns asked with a slight hint of alarm in his voice.

“No. Not now, I’m not. I mean, I’m inside right now, but there’s this… thing on my deck chair outside. And I thought it was a manatee at first, only it wasn’t a manatee, it’s this weird red and white fish monster thing, and I tried to get it to move only it didn’t, and then it ate my groceries, and now it’s-“

Sherriff Burns’ chuckle sounded over the receiver. “That’s just Swerve,” he said, the relief evident in his voice. “You don’t need to worry about him. He’s a bit of a glutton, but he’d never hurt anybody.”

“Swerve? What’s a swerve? What is that?” you babble, the questions pouring out of you like a waterfall.

“Not what. Who,” Sherriff Burns corrected. “Swerve’s been a staple of our little town as long as I can remember. He’s the most personable of all the mers around here. Curious guy. Always poking his head out to see what people are up to.”

“Mers…” The word seems to stick in your mouth, incomprehensible and alien.

“I take it you’re not the type of person to listen to a bunch of local fisherman’s tales,” the sheriff said, not unkindly. “I don’t blame you. I didn’t believe in the mers until I saw one with my own eyes. You should count yourself lucky. Most strangers that come here never get to see a mer for themselves.”

“Okay, so, how do I get rid of it- him? Do I call animal control, or…?” you asked, taking another peep through the blinds. The creature – Swerve – had apparently successfully retrieved the fallen fruit and was munching on it happily in the sagging deck chair, his thick tail slapping happily against the beach. You scowled.

“Just leave him be. He’ll move on his own,” Sheriff Burns replied. “He probably thought that your cabin was vacant and saw an opportunity for a little sunbathing. He’ll probably leave you alone from now on now that he knows someone’s up there.”

“And if he doesn’t?” you prodded, watching as Swerve stretched his arms over his head in an exaggeratedly lazy yawn before settling back down for a nap.

“Sorry, (y/n), I’ve got another call coming in. I’ve got to go. Give me a call if you have any more trouble.”

“No wait-“ you cried, before hearing the click of the other line and the mocking drone of a dial tone. You cursed under your breath and glared out the window at the creature who had commandeered both your morning and your lawn furniture. It sprawled itself out against the aging wooden chair as if mocking your frustrations.

Your scowl deepened. You growled, slamming your now soggy bag of melting groceries on the counter and began throwing things in the rickety, single door refrigerator that looked like something out of the 70s. You made a concentrated effort not to look out the window as you struggled with the broken produce drawers, muttering darkly to yourself the whole time about stupid mermaids, and townsfolk, and appliances from hell.

When you finally gave into the urge to check out the window again, the thing was gone, leaving nothing in its wake but a heavy, dragging trail through the sand leading down into the water. You allowed yourself a small sigh of relief, but for some reason couldn’t shake the feeling that you hadn’t seen the last of the little apple thieving menace. You ran a hand through your hair, watching the muted, grey sunlight play gently over the deceptively still water. You were really starting to regret not spending the winter break in Hawaii instead.

#the big conversation #maccadam #supernatural robots #merformers #Swerve #my love of freaky monster boys is showing XD #I really love the idea of Swerve hogging the readers seat #I have a rough idea of where I'd want this story to go if I continue it #but it would be a very slow burn #I'll have to see how up I am to continuing haha! XD #but I do love a good merformers story

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worldsandcenturiesfunposting · 7 years

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Late to the party: Should Video Game Journalists be good at video games?

You might have seen that cuphead video where some video game journalist spent over a minute trying to get past the tutorial and then proceeded to get railed over and over in the first level. The video is a little less than 27 minutes long and he doesn’t get through the first level in those 27 minutes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=848Y1Uu5Htk Take note that the original title was Cuphead Demo at Gamescom: It Isn’t Easy

What you probably didn’t see was the description in the video. No one reads those but I think there’s a lot to pick apart and ramble about at 4:30 in the morning because I’m a lonely sack of shit with nothing better to do

But here’s the man himself writing to his defense: https://venturebeat.com/2017/09/08/the-deanbeat-our-cuphead-runneth-over/

My game crime: I was so bad at playing I was deemed unfit to be a game journalist. My Cuphead gameplay video from Gamescom blew up, inspired rage, and spurred discussions about the death of game journalism across Reddit, YouTube, and Twitter.

Don’t flatter yourself that much. People were talking about how game journalism was dead well before your video. Hell, you even mention GamerGate later in your article.

It was a failure to communicate.

In the description of the video, they mention that the guy playing the game isn’t good at platformers in general and the video was uploaded as a joke. I don’t know how true that last part is, but assuming it is, they’ve apparently put in 0 effort to make that clear. No tongue in cheek title like “Let’s Fail at Cuphead!” or giving context in the description. Only after shit hit the fan did they edit the description explaining why the guy sucked so bad.

I only wish my two books on the Xbox business generated as much attention as the Cuphead story. It is a humbling experience.

It would help if you books were available to buy at the store. I’ve been in plenty of book stores and haven’t found anything about Xbox business practices. There are ones partially written by Anita Sarkeesian though so I guess that’s close enough.

The more people looked at my poor gameplay, which I myself labeled shameful, the angrier they got. I played the tutorial so ineptly — failing to read the onscreen instructions to jump and dash simultaneously — and then went on, failing to conquer a single level. I said it was hard, and the fans saw my gameplay and decided I was a poor judge of difficulty. By a ratio of more than 12-to-1, the ratings on the YouTube video are negative. It wasn’t just the troglodytes of the internet who hated it. Most people hated it.

You failed an incredibly simple puzzle, one that literal children can figure out, and you want to throw out insults like “troglodytes” at people saying you were shit because they either didn’t see or don’t buy the “lol it’s just a prank bro” deflection.

Another game journalist (and some say “shitlord”

Including you or someone from your website in the description of the video itself: A shitlord on Twitter also linked to this video and claimed these are the same people doing reviews.

The guy they’re talking about is Ian Miles Cheong. Once a turbo feminist switched sides to a more pro-gamer stance during the whole GamerGate thing. Outside of that, I don’t know much about him and I don’t give enough of a shit about him to find out.

He clipped it to the 2.5 minutes of the most damning inept gameplay, and he posted it to his followers. He used me to condemn all game journalists

The guy is literally a video game journalist though so it wouldn’t be a condemnation of all video game journalist. Just pointing out that you (and presumably others) are awful at video games despite being paid to write about them. Which is true. Like if this was a video of some 4 year old failing the tutorial, there wouldn’t be this ire.

Raising the smoldering issues around Gamergate and its focus on game journalism ethics. His post was political propaganda for the disenfranchised gamers, the sort who went from Gamergate to the alt-right and elected Donald Trump as president.

At least you admit GamerGate was about ethics. The fact you then went on to then claim that its proponents went on to support the alt-right and got Trump elected is fucking horse shit for a few reasons.

1. GamerGate was comprised of various people of various different political backgrounds. Yes, some members were what we’d now call the alt-right, but a lot of its members were also incredibly left leaning. A few political compass tests were taken over the course of GamerGate and it seems a huge portion of its membership were what’s described as left libertarians.

2. Of all the reasons Trump was elected, gamers aren’t one of them. The shit system that is the electoral college. Mass propaganda efforts from Russia. A bunch of idiots who’d literally vote Republican even if Hitler rose from the dead and was the nominee simply because they’ll always vote Republican no matter what....but not a bunch of gamers upset over poor practices in video game journalism and attempts at shaming and censoring from SJWs.

Get fucking real, Dean. You’re out of your element.

Before he got to it, my video had maybe 10,000 views. Afterward, the Gamergaters, or hardline reactionaries — or whatever we would like to call them

How about people who know how to play video games. I wonder if there’s a name for that.

Crying conservative boogyman doesn’t help your own personal cause and it certainly doesn’t help your political side either.

— believed this narrative fit into their views about game journalists just fine

That’s because even before this clip, there was a general negative opinion of video game journalists and here you are proving that it’s pretty well founded. Not only are a lot of them unethical, but some of them fucking suck at their jobs objectively.

I despise how this was triggered by a viral post that represented the worst of fake news

Fake news is a Trump term. ALT RIGHTIST! ALT RIGHTIST! DEAN TAKAHASHI SUPPORTS DONALD TRUMP!

Hmmmm, maybe that’s a stupid line of reasoning. Tell you what. I won’t use it if you don’t either? Deal?

So he continues on whining about haters, giving his own life story, and he actually has the balls to say this: But during all of the time I have written about games, none of my bosses cared about exactly how good I was at playing. They required basic knowledge and competence, but not skill on an esports level.

He whines frequently about how mean people are for saying he shouldn’t be a games journalist if he sucks so bad at video games....and then goes on to say that the thing his bosses cared about was the very thing that people were pointing out he utterly lacks.

Not a skill on an e-sports level? Nigga, you were playing a tutorial! Stop acting like people are demanding the world of you and realize that people require you have basic knowledge and competence.

So blatantly dishonest.

Guess what? Unskillful gaming is authentic.

That’s literally the excuse DSP uses to justify being bad at video games and leaving in all of the footage of him bumbling around not knowing that he’s doing.

Here’s where my nonapology starts. Gamers need to stop being mean to those who aren’t skillful. They don’t need to put others down to elevate their own subculture. Games have gone viral. They’re more popular than ever, reaching 2 billion people around the world. They have become a $108 billion industry. It’s silly to look down on games.

No one’s looking down on games and no one’s looking down on people for no other reason than their lack of skill. For a lot of people if they’re having trouble, people will be more than willing to provide advice and pointers. Just ask any question about how to do something in a game on a game related subreddit and people will be perfectly fine to tell you how things are done without insulting you.

The fact that you’ve spent so much time playing and reviewing games, and it’s literally your job, is where it starts to cross the line. Games are 2 billion people and 100 billion dollar strong industry as you’ve said so clearly the ire thrown at games journalists who suck ass at their job isn’t a problem within the industry.

That industry will grow bigger, and gamers will get better games, if we embrace the new gamers.

You. Are. Not. A. New. Gamer.

Stop acting like you’re defending other people getting shit when it isn’t other people who are a problem. This deflection is as apparent as it is pathetic. No one’s going after Minecraftkid2003 because he couldn’t figure out redstone when he first came across it. They’re pointing out that Dean Takahashi, a video game journalist with 18 years worth of experience and has himself boasted he was playing video games since Pong isn’t able to figure out a simple problem solving exercise any faster than a goddamn pigeon.

We don’t need to dumb games down.

And then he says

We can have adjustable difficulty, so that the unskilled and skilled alike can play. We can make tutorials even easier than the one that I failed at so miserably.

Alright, dumbass. I’m sure everyone reading this has seen the video I linked. Here’s what the tutorial required. It required you to jump on a box....and then jump in the air...and then use a dash move to get over a pillar that’s too high to jump over from the ground.

There’s no losing conditions. Time is infinite. There’s no enemies. There’s no bottomless platforms of thing chasing you...it’s literally the easiest part of the game second to moving around map itself. How the fuck can it get easier? Does it need to outright say “Alright Dean, now comes the doozy. You need to press this button and then this button afterwords to solve the exact same problem. Here’s an animation of what it should look like. Can you follow it, Dean? I’ll play the animation over and over on the top of the screen so you can see what you’re supposed to do. If you do it, you get a gold star and Anita will give you the good boy award!”

No, I’m not blaming the developer for my own shortcomings. I respect the designers, even if I didn’t truly understand at first the games they’ve made. I would just like to make sure that they make their games for people who are new, or noobs, as well as hardcore fans.

Cuphead is specifically designed to be a challenging platformer for gamers who like more challenge. Designing it to be easier, especially a tutorial that has no losing condition, is counterproductive to what the devs want to achieve. It’s like asking Stephen King to tone down the horror in his books so that non-horror fans can enjoy them too without being too scared.

If you want an easy platformer designed with everyone in mind, there’s plenty of great games that will fill that roll. Not every game needs to be made for everyone.

As Nolan Bushnell, cofounder of Atari, said, games should be easy to learn and hard to master. (Yes, I know Cuphead’s tutorial isn’t that hard to learn).

Then what’s the fucking issue, ding dong?

No, I’m not celebrating mediocrity

You literally just did when you whined that Cuphead wasn’t designed for noobs in mind. Here’s one big thing though: You were’t even mediocre at it. Garfield is mediocre. You were just awful.

like the Antonio Salieri character in Amadeus. I’m arguing that all gamers, casual or hardcore, deserve recognition.

They do, but not in cuphead. And all gamers aren’t paid to write their opinions on video games.

We are not all going to be esports stars who rake in millions of dollars.

You’ve been at this for 18 years and got money for it. You got to play a demo that a lot of people much more skilled and much more deserving would have liked to play and you did poorly at it because you couldn’t figure out how to do 2 step logic.

But we’re going to be the masses of unskilled players who make the game companies, including the makers of Cuphead, as rich as they can possibly be.

If there’s one happy ending, it’s that Cuphead did do well on the market showing that contrary to what Dean believes, it isn’t a good idea for all games to be dumbed down to the point where even video game journalists are able to play.

The rest is more sob story and personal history.

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So what are my final thoughts? Well first of all, if you can’t solve a simple 2 step logic puzzle in part of a game with literally no losing conditions, you really are stupid. Pro or noob, there’s some point where you have to wonder how dumb the person with the controller is. There’s plenty of cases like the previously DarkSydePhil and also this blast from the past from IJustine: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkYxfjJ72k4 Like seriously: use your eyes and brain homie!

But what about being just generally bad at games or just not knowing how to play well? It doesn’t matter. Contrary to what Dean thinks, tons of people aren’t going to be major assholes to you just because you picked up a game for the first time, don’t know the ropes, but decide to record yourself playing and slowly learning them. Plenty of let’s players do blind runs where they go into a game with no prior knowledge of it and yeah, they make mistakes but people are generally cool about it.

However, there’s a point where making these silly mistakes over and over becomes...something of an issue. I’ve been driving for several years. If I legitimately couldn’t figure out which pedal is the break and which is the gas after all this time, it would be fair grounds to call me a dumbass or wonder if there’s something seriously wrong with my brain. As people do something more and more, it’s expected that they’re better at it than someone completely new. When someone does that thing for a job, it’s expected that they’re better at it than the average joe.

And that’s the big thing here that Dean never addresses: it’s his job. He writes more about the tech than he does actual gameplay, yes, but he still boasts in his own article that he’s been in the industry for 18 years and have been playing games since Pong.

It’s not even the rest of the video that was the issue but instead those 2.5 minutes (which he complained about Miles Ian Cheong trimming the video down to as a highlight) where he’s unable to solve that simple two step logic puzzle in a tutorial level. I drove cars for years because I have to get from point A to point B and it’s beyond walking distance and it would already be stupid if I couldn’t figure out the absolute basics of it. If I reviewed cars for a living and drove cars for longer than most car drivers have been alive for and I couldn’t figure out the basics of starting it, that would be beyond pathetic. I don’t think there’s a word in the English language that would be able to describe that amount of disconnect between the experience I should have and the amount I display.

He constantly hides behind the idea that we’re not all professional e-sport people and gamers come at all skill levels...but he’s not at all skill levels. He’s literally a professional. Playing and reviewing games is literally his profession just like writing code or cooking meals is a profession.

You know how on Kitchen Nightmares Gordon Ramsey gets so pissed off at people who don’t know the basics of cooking and how to handle a kitchen even though it’s their job and they should have learned that in training? It’s like that. We’re basically Gordon Ramsey here watching some guy call himself a chef and his output is microwave heated frozen mac and cheese that’s somehow still raw and yet also on fire. And he wonders why people are yelling at him over the internet.

Should video game journalists be good at video games? Yes! Just like food critics should understand how to cook a meal or reviewers of literature should know how to read! I don’t even know why video game journalists are trying to make this a contestable point. If you suck at your job, either get better....or don’t have you job! Get another one!

I’m aware that this whole thing is a bit of old hat and I’m rambling on more and more than this guy deserves, but it is indicative of a larger problem within the industry. Just like the Zoe Quinn thing or the doritos pope thing was indicative of issues in the larger industry. Video game journalism has an effect and if some of them aren’t able to beat a simple tutorial level and then without any hint of irony, whine that video games should be easier when people call him out on it....it’s just baffling.

It’s now 5:45 and I still have nothing better to do lol so I guess I guess it’s time for a few final words

I don’t think this event will lead to GamerGate 2. Hell, one article defending this guy had the title that GamerGate 1 never really ended. I don’t know how true it is but it seems over three years later since it started, the issues and arguments that were the foundation of GamerGate are still a bit relevant. But now there’s a new one: Some video game journalists are not only unethical....but they’re also utterly incapable!

Anyways, join me next time as I’m even more late to the party and write my epic response Martin Luther’s 95 Thesis followed by a point by point breakdown of Oag the Caveman’s declaration of “Fire bad!”

#video game journalism #cuphead #late to the party

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mollyhooperxxx · 7 years

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For the "ask me questions" post: all of them. I ask all 100 of them!

oh my goodness haha! here we go then!

1. What have you eaten today? scrambled eggs for breakfast, soup for lunch and pizza for dinner!2. Who was your last kiss with? Was it pleasant? Sherlock very pleasant ;)3. What color shoes did you last wear? light blue sandals!4. Who has made you laugh the hardest in the last week? Oh definitely Sherlock and Rosie! She’s so much like her mother because it’s like she can sense when he’s being irritable and ends up throwing things at him lol!5. What is your favorite scent? how can I possible choose just one!? cherry blossom, vanilla and roses.6. What is your favorite season? Why? Autumn. It’s so lovely with the leaves changing colors and the crisp air.7. Can you do a handstand or cartwheel? Not a handstand but a cartwheel? yes!8. What color are your nails? They were pink but it’s mostly chipped off.9. If you had to get a tattoo on your face to save your life, what would it be? haha no idea! a butterfly maybe 10. What is something you find romantic? when someone chooses to remember the little details about me. Sherlock says he has a room in his mind palace especially for me. It’s very sweet. I also find his handwritten love letters romantic 11. Are you happy? Very.12. Is there anything in particular making you happy or sad? A bit of both. For the most part, I am happy with the Baker Street family as I like to call us lol and the fact Sherlock and I will be married in September. As for sad, I still miss Mary of course, her absence is felt everyday.13. Dogs or Cats? I’m more of a cat person, though dogs are lovely as well :)15. Which do you prefer:a museum, a night club, the forest or a library? Gotta say either library or museum.15. What is your style? Not sure how to describe it lol. Practical and casual for the most part, though I do love to dress up for special occasions.16. If you could be doing anything you like right now, what would it be? Hmm, that’s a tough one! I’m not really sure!17. Are you in a relationship or single? Engaged to @thesherlockholmes221b 18. What makes you attracted to the person you like right now? His good heart, brilliance and sense of humor. I love his eyes especially.19. If you could replace your partner/best friend with a celebrity of your choice, would you? Who with? Oh no, I would never replace Sherlock. He’s a bit of a celebrity himself anyways :p20. Are you holding on to something you need to let go of? If so then what? I am. Sometimes I have this fear in the back of my mind that I know is silly to have but it manages to just stick.21. How did you celebrate last Halloween? I went to Meena’s Halloween party! I dressed up as Alice from Alice In Wonderland.22. Have you recently made any big decisions? Yes! Sherlock and I have discussed starting a family of our own. Ever since becoming Rosie’s godfather, he has really warmed up to the idea of having children of his own. He said and I quote, “Molly, there is nobody else I’d want to be the mother of my children.” 23. Were you ever in a school play? A few in Uni. There was A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Sense and Sensibility and Phantom of the Opera!24. What movie would you use to describe your life? Oh gosh, ummm…Pride and Prejudice probably lol25. Is there something you have dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it? Yes but I am on the road to achieving it :)

26. Complete this sentence, “I wish I had someone with whom I could share…” If you had asked me this last year, I would’ve said ‘someone with whom I could share my life with.’ I have that now though. 27. What are two things that irritate you about the same sex? though it’s not all women, cattiness and backhanded compliments. 28. What are two things that irritate you about the opposite sex? once again, this doesn’t apply to all men but sexism towards women and catcalling ugh.29. What is the best thing that has happened to you this week? Spending the day with Rosie and beating Sherlock at Cluedo…again haha30. What is something that makes you sad when you think about it? the fact that Rosie won’t ever get the chance to know her mother.31. How long was your longest relationship? about a year with Tom but then I ended things.32. Have you ever been in love? Yes 33. Are you currently in love? Mhm, I am unconditionally in love with my fiance. 34. Why did your last relationship end? I ended things with Tom because 1.) it wasn’t fair to him and 2.) I could no longer deny that I was still in love with Sherlock.35. What jewelry are you wearing right now, and where did you get it? an anatomical heart locket that Sherlock gave me for my birthday last month.36. When was the last time you cried and why? Earlier this week because of a fight I had with Sherlock. Everything is okay now.37. Name someone pretty. Rosie. Mary. You.38. What did you receive last Valentines Day? a day of crime solving lol it was fun39. Do you get jealous easily? I used to but nowhere near as jealous as Sherlock used to get when it came to me dating other people.40. Have you ever been cheated on? Yes41. Do you trust your partner/best friend? Sherlock is both my partner and best friend. I trust him with my life and with my heart.42. Ever had detention? IT WAS ONE TIME lol43. Would you rather live in the countryside or the city? Both are lovely but the city is more practical for my career.44. What do people call you? Molly, Molls. Rosie calls me MoMo45. What was the last book you read? Stalking Jack The Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco…it’s soooo good! I read it in 3 days!46. How big of a nerd/dork are you? the biggest nerd you will ever meet. 47. What kind of music do you listen to? all different kinds. I like a bit of variety. Ed Sheeran is my favourite artist.48. How tall are you? 5′3″49. Do you like kids? of course!

50. Favorite fruits? strawberries and watermelon51. Do you wear jeans or sweats more? jeans52. What’s your earliest memory? um, goodness probably an Easter when I was 3. My dad drew out a treasure map (kinda like a pirate’s) to help me find the eggs that were hidden in the yard.53. Ever had a poem or song written about you or to you? Sherlock composed a violin piece for me titled ‘Molly.’ It was so romantic.54. Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? either. I used to be more shy but I don’t mind having photos taken now.55. Do you have a collection of anything? aside from my book collection, there is a memory box beneath my bed containing mementos from various friendships and my relationship with Sherlock. It has photos, ticket stubs, takeaway menus, etc. 56. Do you save money or spend it? Save it. Sometimes I’ll treat myself but it’s very rarely.57. What would your dream house be like? I’ve always loved the idea of a pretty cottage.58. What top 5 things make you the angriest? liars, cheaters, abusers, bullies and of course anyone who dares to threaten my friends/family. 59. What top 5 things always brings a smile to your face? Rosie, Sherlock, chocolate, helping people and science puns!60. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? I couldn’t leave that poor dog. I’d get help to try and save it.61. You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? I would tell my closest friends (John, Mrs. Hudson, Meena, Greg and Sherlock) but I wouldn’t want them to constantly fret over me. I’d just spend them with my loved ones. I think I would be at first but I’d get braver.62. Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. Sherlock.63. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? hmm I think I’d enjoy Paris.64. Do you like the beach? sure!65. Ever sleep on the couch or a bed with someone special? of course. 66. Do you have a middle name? If so what is it! Elizabeth.67. Do you talk to yourself? yes haha!68. Describe your hair. um it’s long, straight and brown.69. What is the meaning of life. I’ve no idea but for me personally, just love. platonic, romantic, familial. Just caring and being compassionate and living life to the fullest because you only get one.70. What is your ideal partner like? tall, dark and brooding lol but also sweet and kindhearted.71. Do you want to get married? yes, I very much do.72. Do you want to have kids? definitely!73. Like or dislike your family? like though they are gone now. I love my little Baker Street family to pieces.74. Are you Chunky or Slim? average.

75. Would you consider yourself smart? yes.76. What would you change about your life? nothing.77. Religious or Not? a bit, yeah.78. You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? haha Meena but that was back in Uni lol! 79. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? not a problem at all. Sherlock needs to solve that case so I can snog him ;p80. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you? Sherlock.81. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now? The person I did wish to be with is currently with me. If he wasn’t on a case, I’d go over to his flat and probably spend some quality time together. And lots of other things ;)82. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in? of course! I miss him.83. Do you like when people play with your hair? yes, it feels lovely.84. Do you like bubble baths? every now and then.85. Have you ever been pulled over by a cop? nope. unless Lestrade counts as a April Fool’s joke.86. Have you ever danced in the rain? I have not too long ago. It was a warm night and the rain came out of nowhere while Sherlock and I were walking through the park. He waltzed with me.87. Do you trust anyone with your life? Sherlock.88. What was your first thought when you woke up this morning? I need coffee.89. If money wasn’t an issue, what top 10 places would you travel to? (You get to stay at each place for a week) Paris, Rome, Venice, Barcelona, New York, Hawaii, Greece. I don’t have 10 places lol90. How was your day today? just fine.91. Play an instrument? Piano. I dabbled in guitar.92. Describe the what you think of the ocean. Calming.93. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? I’m so getting made fun of for this but yes, both.94. Honestly, are things how you wanted them to be? aside from wishing Mary was still here with us, yes.95. Do you have a mean bitchy scary side? unfortunately but it rarely comes out.96. When are you vulnerable? when my friends and family are in danger.97. How much free time do you have? a good amount.98. Do you like to go hiking? I don’t mind it.99. Odd or Even Numbers? Even.100. Would you ever go sky diving, bungee jumping , cliff diving, wing suit gliding, parasailing, snorkeling, or other extreme activities? nothing with heights, oh gosh. the most extreme I get is helping Sherlock solve a crime.

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