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dokidokitsuna · 2 months
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RWBY: Next Steps
This is just a design collection (remember when I used to do those? 'Winter Mission', 'Summer Tour'?? Fun times~)...and it may be my last. Its only real purpose is to give me something fun to draw for the NeverFell Projects wrap-up series. The recent Adam and Cinder designs are technically part of this collection, too. ^^
These were much harder to do than those two, though...I've spent ~2 months chipping away at this set, trying and retrying to address several different RWBY design criticisms while still making the girls look good. ಥ_ಥ I've finally begun approaching success, though, so I wanted to talk a bit about these ideas.
Ruby The only one I managed to design in one try. ^^; This was my answer to the question I felt was posed by Ruby's Vol. 7 design: i.e. "how do we do a new Ruby design that feels more 'mature'??" Because I never liked how the V7 design attempted to do that. :/
Between the new hairstyle and the new 'generic adventurer' clothes, it felt less like they were trying to evolve Ruby Rose and more like they didn't like her original design and wanted to get as far away from it as possible. V1-Ruby was such an iconic look (and STILL IS), and yet there's no trace of it in V7-Ruby. None of the goth-lolita style or playful edge that even V4-Ruby managed to preserve...instead they just scrubbed everything out to start from scratch, with a new design that's honestly 'meh' at best.
So what I did was stick closely to V1-Ruby, while adding just a few big changes to make the look distinct. You say a 'combat skirt' is too childish for an older Ruby? Well then we'll make it shorts...but shorts that are just as frilly and cute as the original skirt, with a similar overall shape. You say her original hairstyle is too boring and 'safe'? Well, then we'll change it...by simply shaving half of it off. It's a much edgier look that simultaneously preserves the original shape of her hair: from every angle except front and back, her silhouette will remain the same.
You say you want to give her new shoes, but don't want the fandom to make fun of you for covering them in dozens of belts again? Here's a wild idea: cowboy boots. ^^ A totally unexpected, unique item that still fits in with the antique-ish vibe of her goth clothes.
Basically, I just wanted to prove that you can do something dramatically different with Ruby without completely abandoning her fashion sense.
Criticisms: The details are still lacking; I think I should work some red accents into her corset and boots. Also, I originally designed this outfit with a white shirt, and I kinda want it back (she had the team colors! R, W, B, and Y! ;_;)...the problem is that it clashes with the sheer thigh-highs. One must go...I'm sure I'll figure it out
Weiss The toughest of the bunch: I did three different Weiss designs before landing on this one. ^^;;; The big epiphany came when I realized that Weiss looks her best when she mirrors Ruby. The girls' original design concepts share a lot of features; I feel like the characters were designed to look like they belong together, and figured I might as well honor that.
ALSO-- and this was the biggest priority for Weiss' design-- I firmly believe that she should not look like a princess anymore. From a character designers' perspective, it is ludicrous that they gave her the giant Disney ballgown in the same volume where they put classism at the center of the plot and have her send her bourgeoisie father to jail. That right there is the definition of mixed messages...
I thought the whole point of Weiss' character arc was to distance herself from the uber-rich parasites of her family and fellow 'Atlas elites'. I thought we cemented that when she officially lost her "heiress" title in V4. o_O I expected her next look to ditch the crown and visually show that she's past the point of 'rebelling'-- there's no more authority in her life for her to rebel against; she's free now! But alas...
So as usual, I had to do it myself. This Weiss outfit is definitely still fancy, with the coattailed vest and ruffled sleeves, but there's a lot less 'decoration'; fewer jewels, fewer details. The construction is straightforward and simple. And of course, no more tiara. Instead I decided to give her a li'l snow pea flower and ribbon, which ended up inspiring her new periwinkle purple-y color scheme. Like her original design, it's actually fairly colorful, but does its job and puts the emphasis on the white elements.
Criticisms: ...Not many, this came out pretty good. ^^ I might reconsider the black coattails, but if I do I'll probably just switch it out with the indigo inner vest. I like the idea of her outfit construction mirroring Ruby's, but her color scheme mirroring Blake's, since they have a closer bond in NeverFell.
Blake Blake designs are notoriously difficult; if you wanna hear some great reasons why, I suggest you check out this old Twiins iink RWBY design ranking video, which always helps guide me when I do redesigns for the main 4. Anyway, this phenomenon makes it hard to describe what I did...I guess you could say I tried to combine all the best elements of all her outfits, while clinging to the 'fancy action girl' vibe of her original design.
I'm most proud of her new hairstyle-- I dunno why, I just enjoyed working on it and making those decisions. ^^ It's hard to tell, but it IS shorter; now shoulder-length instead of back-length. We make up for this with additional volume, emphasizing the waves in her hair texture by pushing them outward. And most notably: she keeps the ribbon. She just wears it differently, using it to accentuate her ears instead of hiding them. This way, we keep the point of interest on her head while still showing her character growth.
Criticisms: Infinite, countless. This is a good look, but something is definitely still off. ^^;;; I think some additional detail in certain places (not sure where yet...) might help 'finish' it, so to speak. Maybe some extra yellow accents...? Also, the bow obviously gets lost in her hair this way. I've tried several color changes and don't like any of them; I think I may just have to texture it differently in the final product. Fingers crossed...
Yang Another tough one...I only made 2 design drawings, but the colors took several rounds of trial and error. I think my excitement over finally arriving at a good color scheme TODAY was what spurred me to make this post. ^^;
Anyway...there is a specific piece of Yang design criticism I hear fairly often that drives me up the wall: people commonly complain that she doesn't wear enough yellow; that she doesn't represent her character color well because all she wears is a yellow shirt. And the character designer in me wants to rip my teeth out whenever I hear this, because it blindly ignores the giant fairy-tale-inspired mass of yellow that is her hair, and the purposely attention-grabbing pops of yellow that make up Ember Celica. They're not "clothes", technically, but they're still part of the design! It's like saying a character with green skin can't represent the color green if all their clothes are black...without realizing that maybe their clothes are black BECAUSE they have green skin, in order to draw your attention to it...!! (╬▔皿▔)╯I just jifjkdsnfksahujknsjnfufh
...Anyway, anyway...the point is, it's difficult to take a character design with so much natural yellow in it and add yellow clothes and still have it read well. But because I like a challenge, I decided to take it on. I think the difference between the mustard leather and neon yellow hair is large enough to make it work, while still feeling casual enough for everyday wear. The champagne off-white she wears in her 'Hunter' outfit (which heavily inspired this) looks great, but it feels too 'classy' to me; like something specifically meant to dazzle the audience with her beauty for one special adventure, not for her to wear often.
On that note, my secondary mission with this design was just to make Yang look cute again, by following the structure of her V1 look, and even adding a little skirt on top of her battle shorts, which looks surprisingly natural considering she almost never wears one.
I don't know what happened in the canon to make the character designer forget the 'Yellow Beauty' part of her character concept; tbh even if her gender presentation gets more masculine she can still look pretty. Designs like Ozma, V7 Qrow and V4 Ren show that they understand this, but choose to cover Yang up in flavorless sheets of beige anyway. :T Making sure she always has a boob window isn't enough; the clothes themselves need to say something too.
Criticisms: ...Honestly, none? I think this might be solid. :> We'll see what happens when I draw it properly. I hope the white socks work out, because then she'll successfully be wearing the RWBY color scheme, which fits her (former, implied...) role as the glue holding the team together.
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blubushie · 26 days
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What are the things you Like and Dislike about Sniper? (Valve's Sniper and the fans' interpretation of Sniper)
I've got no issue with canon Sniper and love canon Sniper. I'm so sorry anon, you've woken the dog. Ignore me as I proceed to bark angrily for the next half-hour, because I have many issues with fanon Sniper.
But first I'll start with what I like about fanon Sniper. I love how everyone has their own little twist to him, even if most I don't agree with. I love how I can see how authors and artists have interacted with people and the scope of experiences they've heard about off how they write Sniper. I like that I can make judgements on people off how they treat his character (not in a "they make bad things happen to him" kinda way, but in a "how does this person handle Sniper's being adopted" kinda way). I like that I can use Sniper as a looking glass into the author/artist. I'm sure this applies to other characters too, but looking through Sniper just comes easier to me because I suppose I can put myself in his shoes? Iunno.
Now that that's over with, please allow your actual resident bushman and professional sniper to get on his soapbox, thank you.
List of shit I hate about fanon Sniper:
Fandom constantly referring to him as a Kiwi, completely ignoring his entire character arc in the comics where he realises that he is in fact Australian and that the two people who raised him all his life are in fact his "real" parents. The fandom needs to re-assess how they view adoptees/migrants and their relationship to their adopted culture, especially when they show no interest in assimilating into their birth culture and have no knowledge/experience of it. This is such an issue to me that I, someone who emigrated to Australia when I was two years old and grew up Australian despite being born in another country, will just outright block people who call Sniper a Kiwi cuz I already know how you're going to see and view me before we even get to talking.
I don't like how half the fandom twinkifies him. There I said it. On the other hand, I don't like the other half of the fandom often makes him very muscular. Do you not know what lean muscle looks like?
I don't like how the fandom calls him "stinky" or says he's unhygienic. None of the fandom understands how well animals can smell and how much of a successful hunt depends on animals not being able to smell you. You know what makes animals flee fastest? The smell of smoke and the smell of human body odour. If you're upwind of your target they are going to smell you and flee. Sniper, professional hunter for yonks, would not fucken stink considering it'd make him a completely useless hunter. He'd shower daily, wear scent cover (NOT deodorant--Sniper would not smell good, he just would not have a scent at all). Also none of the fandom understands how important hygiene is in the bush. Sniper is not walking around covered in dirt and such. He would be very clean and practise good hygiene because if you don't stay clean you end up smelly (ruining his chances of a successful hunt) and/or end up sick--especially with skin problems.
I don't like how the fandom has generally accepted out-of-characters traits as canon. For example, Sniper being "shy". Reclusive DOES NOT EQUAL SHY. He's a fucken assassin, does the fandom not understand how that works? Shy people do not get hired. No one is going to hire a hitman who's quaking in his boots because a client looked at him a little too long or applied a little too much social pressure. Sniper would be more than capable of blending into his surroundings when needed, such as a crowd, if it means making his hit or getting where he needs to go to make said hit. Sniper would be capable of lying to cover his arse on the spot and making it believable. Sniper would be able to manage being flirted with in public and play it off cooly--though privately is a different matter, so go wild with that all you like. There is a major difference between someone not caring for the company of other people and someone who gets shy or nervous around them. Professionals have standards, and Sniper would keep his shit together for the sake of getting his mark.
He wouldn't smoke cannabis. Whether it's because he just doesn't care for the high, whether it's because it doesn't do much for him, whether it's because THC in particular makes him anxious (you know that man is paranoid, all hitmen are)--the bottom line is that the smoke of cannabis clings to your clothes like nothing else, it takes forever to get the smell out, and yeah sure you can mask it with other smells but the issue is that Sniper, as a hunter, cannot be smelt by anything he's hunting. And you know what scent cover DOESN'T conceal? Cannabis. (Sauce: I have tried.) I could defo see him doing edibles though. But why do you think he's doing shrooms, ay? Because shrooms don't leave a smell.
None of the fandom knows how sniping actually works. Just. At all. I've seen horrendous fucking takes. He is not "feeling it." He is not cracking off a shot at 1200yd a second after taking aim. That's not how this works, that's not how any of this works. DO ANY OF YOU KNOW WHAT ELEVATION OR WINDAGE IS?
Sniper would not be bothered by the cold. A camper has SO LITTLE INSULATION (I live in one!!) and the outback gets BELOW FREEZING AT NIGHT IN WINTER. Sniper would be well-adjusted to handling extreme temperatures at BOTH ENDS of the temperature range. He might be a little more susceptible to cold because he's experienced less of it, but he would not be shivering at fucking 15c/60f. It's also fucken cold during the day in winter because it's the outback and there's no trees to trap the heat in. Temperatures fluctuate wildly, and bushmen need to be highly adaptable or you die.
Not Sniper-specific but the fandom also doesn't understand jack shit about weapons. You clean them after you use them. That's not a clip, it's a MAGAZINE--yes there is a difference. YOU ARE NOT PUTTING A DIRTY SWORD INTO ITS SCABBARD. That's not how revolvers work. No, that either. That's a double-action, you don't have to cock the hammer to fire it. That's a single-action, you do need to cock the hammer to fire it. Bolt-action rifles don't have hammers. You don't rack a bolt, you cycle it, you rack a slide on a semiautomatic pistol or a pump-action shotgun. I'm hitting you with my old man bitching cane.
Continuing from the above point: people who draw Sniper with his finger on the trigger of his rifle/any firearm when he should not have finger on the trigger of a firearm. YOU ONLY PUT YOUR FINGER ON THE TRIGGER WHEN YOU ARE READY TO SHOOT. TRIGGER DISCIPLINE, PEOPLE. IT SAVES LIVES.
Most of the fandom has no idea what the fuck they're talking about or doing with this bloke (or his job, or lifestyle, or where he comes from) and it shows. There, I said it.
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trashlama · 1 year
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FUTURE RISE!LEO X READER
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Heyyyy-oooo it's me your guys favorite friendly pervy neighborhood consumer! Back with some more fics!
Yeaahh
Oh yeah I can totally sense your guys' excitement.
So this idea wasn't mine. I was lurking through the ROTTMNT fandom since recently I was too busy being dragged down the Record of Ragnarok fandom pit. It's like Hetalia all over again.
Anyways— I was lurking and came across one of my favorite creators ( @yanteetle ) that got a request for a fic. And like the idea was too good not to write a one-shot for it.
Like there was already a fic for it out there but, I thought I'd try my hand.
I really enjoyed writing this, I'll probably do another part except with the second idea with young Leo being little brother blocked by Casey Jr. cause Casey knows how Leo is with his future relationship with (y/n).
And maybe another one that has a different take on the first idea. But with a ✨ Age Gap✨. Cause man do I love myself a DILF.
Like brah there is no way you can't tell me future Leo isn't a DILF.
Anyways—
Enjoy the fic!
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PICTURE NOT MINE! FOUND IT ON PINTEREST AND FELT LIKE IT WAS PERFECT-O
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Rushing water flooded the ancient channels that you were trudging through. The bottoms of your cargo pants were drenched despite being tucked into the openings of your pleather boots. Frigid rosey digits clung to the insides of the pockets to your cobalt colored coat. A shiver shot down your spine. Not from the chill of the down pour above you but rather, the ghost that didn't seem to want to leave you alone. Even now you were quite sure. Somewhere amongst the ruins of New York's sewer system, he was lurking. Never too far behind but, still too close for comfort.
You've been here for two years and five months in a few days according to the calendar that hung in your shared quarters. However you weren't planning on staying for the anniversary.
A brown satchel that hung from your shoulders carried all that you had for the perceived future until you could wrangle up some more scraps of rations from orphaned establishments on the road.
You weren't going back to the base. You refuse.
Onwards you marched. According to the directions Casey had given you it was just a little further until you reached a small opening that you would need to crawl through to get to the connecting manhole that would lead you straight out of the safe haven of the sewers and into the fry-pan of NYC city boundries. The teen even went as far as described an outpost just a couple miles Northwest towards New Jersey. Having scrambliled together a poorly drawn map of the terrain to gift you on your journey.
You and Casey both knew of the dangers there were trying to escape this place. Mutant or not. Though it didn't mean it was going to stop them from at least trying to free you from your gilded cage.
You had thanked the boy who had felt like a kid brother during your encampment at the base. Both shedding a tear for one another as you departed ways. Wishing the other luck as the world slowly continues to crumble around them. Unsure of the others fate.
The flashback helped to revitalize your will, spurring the need to flee as your pace began to pick up. Heart beat and foot falls mirroring another.
You didn't know how much longer you had before he caught up with you....
Speaking of the Devil.
A random splash not too far off sent you rocketing forward. Feet pounded through the stream of water lapping at your ankles. Unrelenting like the hunter that was behind you.
You didn't even want to look back. You feared if you did your knees would buckle at the very sight of his domineering form lunging for you.
Tokyo Drifting the corner, you spun to the left, a skirt of water splashing your legs once again, in further indirect efforts of creating a swimming pool in your boots.
He was fucking with you. You could tell.
If Leo was really being serious he would've captured you in his hold the moment he originally found you. Most likely had woken up due to the lack of your warm presence next to him in the cot you shared.
If you knew the red eared slider, which you felt at this point you did.
You knew he had been on your tail since the minute you left. Stepping foot outside the main body of the base.
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"(Y/n)....? Honey...." Leo groaned half awake. It was the middle of the night and his body had suddenly woken him from the bliss of his dreams.
Tired olive hands searched the sheets for your figure...only to find the lack of it.
Dark eyes flew open.
You. Weren't. Here.
Out of the bed he sprung, eyes stabbed through the dark. Only to find the lack of you and your belongings that had been here when the two of you had gone to bed.
His mind flew into chaos at the realization however, unlike his adolescent self he was able to control his panic. He calmed his ragging breath remembering his father's sage advice to not let his feelings get the better of him. That it was unbecoming for a ninja and a leader.
Honestly Leo should've seen it coming.
He wasn't any genuis-boy Donnie by any means but, didn't mean Leo was a fool.
He had saw the signs for a while now.
Eagerly you'd volunteer for any job if it meant being at odd schedules with him. It didn't matter if it was patrol or scavenging, if it got you away from him, even for a little while, you did it.
When approached about it, you simply claimed that you wanted to be useful for The Resistance. Reassuring Leo that your desire for work came from your feelings of being needed rather than the lumbering turtle's overbearing presence being the cause behind your disappearing acts.
Leo being ever so observant would notice how your close comrades and Casey Jr. would also actively participate in these same runs with you.
Everytime.
Tigers gnawed at his stomach lining and baboons pounded in his chest when he thought about what they could be discussing. What they could be doing.
In the beginning you and Leo had been soooo close.
Since teenagers. He had known you even before you knew him.
He had saved you.
Him.
He was seventeen and feeling free. The Krrang hadn't attacked yet, he still had his arm, and Ralph wasn't dead.
You had been just another girl he came upon on a nightly patrol.
Beforehand he and Raph had gotten into another disagreement. Something stupid about him not being a team player and not listening to his comrades.
Whatever. Leo didn't care.
Leo was his own one-man show— he liked to believe. Although when the going got tough, he knew he had his brothers to fall back on. They relied on one another even if they didn't like to admit it all the time. They were children after all.
Squeaky sneakers and labored breaths filled the illuminated basketball court. Within the fenced primiters was a single girl shooting hoops. And not too badly for the self-proclaimed professional's standards if he did say so himself.
She kept herself grounded but, still agile. Launching the basketball from all the points lines, even the ones that have long since been faded by eroding weather and age. (h/l) (h/c) hair pulled back into a high poney tail that whipped around with her movements.
She was like a basketball ballerina dancing a Lebron James Swan Lake. It was ethereal.
Time passed like rain droplets down car windows. Before he knew it the similarly aged female was packing up getting ready to go. Obvious signs being the (2f/c)towel around her neck and the (f/c) sports jacket she threw on over her fitted tank top.
Alas Leo didn't have the right mojo to go pursue her. Nor the right disguise.
For the next few weeks(at least how long he felt it had been emotionally. He wasn't keeping track.) Leo would return to that same basketball court, eager to see the basketball ballerina again.
Sometimes she was there, sometimes not. When she was it typically was late, at least for human standards. And always alone. Leo felt for her but, didn't particularly mind since that meant there was no one to disturb the skilled performance.
The (y/c) haired girl would show up. Shoot some hoops for a while before walking away into the night.
Her (e/c) eyes always looked absent when she shot her baskets. Emotions didn't voice themselves on her neutral complexion. The only real thing that was direct about her was that she was focused with the task at hand. Which was shooting hoops.
Leo wasn't a hundred percent sure what led her to the rundown court almost every night but, he was grateful for the occurrence.
Until one night he wasn't.
Like the last few nights, the red eared slider teen came to the court to spectate his favorite four pointer dancer. Only to find a lack of her usual performance. Instead sat the empty eroding court.
It was two in the morning and his brothers would start wondering where he is soon.(Not that they weren't already curious where their blue bandana brother was going.) A light sprinkle had started to pick up overhead that pushed the olive turtle to call it night.
Standing up from the ledge the turtle was about to leap from his position but, only froze upon hearing laughter. Down below underneath the iridescent fluorescent lamps was you.
The obvious lack of your usual athletic attire suggested you weren't here to play basketball. Instead of a tank top with a pair of shorts; dark jeans hugged your hips complimented by a (2f/c) Lou Jitsu t-shirt and (f/c) sport jacket.
With said jacket you shielded yourself from the drizzle. The lighting made you look like you were glowing, the uncharacteristic smile on your face added to the image.
What broke the breath-taking view was by whom he assumed were your friends. The two of them ran after you into the court with their own grins plastered on their complexions.
The scene of the trio caused the red eared slider's stomach to bumble with jealousy. He wanted to be down there with you. The sound of your guys' conjoined laughter would make together would simply be the best. Leo didn't have a doubt about it.
If only.
For the next two hours the three humans ran through the city streets. Asphalt turned into water slides as they slid and skid. None of them aware of the mutant turtle following them from the rooftops.
By four, the other two humans who he learned names were Jonathan and Melissa(I know so unique) departed for the night.
(Y/n), as he overheard from your comrades, left to go your own way home.
Leo knew he shouldn't continue being out this late by himself. Especially without telling his brothers where. But, Leo couldn't pass up the chance to see where you lived.
By the time you got back to your apartment complex it was pushing five in the morning. Leo could make out from his spot hidden in the fire escape that you were an only child.
Apparent by the lack of anything in the unit. The only things that pointed towards any form of life were the pictures that hung on the plain beige walls.
Inside the cramped dingy apartment you procured yourself some top ramen before sitting on the old futon in the main room to watch some TV. Switching to a channel that played older movies.
Zapped onto the screen was an old Lou Jitsu film. The sight of the movie excited the red eared slider, hopeful thoughts of having similar interests made the monkey in his rib cage pound harder.
Before Leo knew it you were passed out with the remote in hand with the sun peeking out over the Manhattan bay.
Giving one last look towards you before retreating back into the sewers.
The following weeks passed by and Leo grew to like you more. Even if it's from a distance. Always excited when you appear whether it's on the court or in his dreams.
His heart was always so elated when he watched you perform. And the one time he's late of course some dumb delinquents want to mess up his usual date.
Upon arrival he could tell something was wrong right away. Your (f/c) bag sat on alone on the bench left halfway unzipped and abandoned. The ball you brought with you every time you came to the court was flattened and punctured.
Something was very wrong.
"Back off Creeps!"
It was your voice.
Leo not giving a moment's thought to the possibility of being seen by the public eye. Leapt from his perch down to the court.
Hidden off in the alleyway was you and a pair of petty thieves. One a mutant rooster the other just a normal ass-hat both dressed in stereotypical black attire.
"Shadap! If you'd just given us yer stupid wallet and phone from the start then we would've been gone already!" The rooster barked. His beak set in a displeased frown that matched his human accomplice's equally displeased sner.
Both were armed.
The human with a baseball bat, and the rooster with a small pocket knife.
Observing the scene, Leo quickly determined this would be a rather easy take down as long as he did it right.
"Stop the stallin' and give us yer cash!"
The rooster's feathers acting like fingers reached out for you. Instantly the rooster's right wing received a sudden shave.
"WTF!?" The avian mutant screeched using his left wing to clutch his clipped one to his chest.
Quick to defend from the unforeseen attack the human whipped around to swing his bat; .... only to find an empty space.
"What in the name of..."
"Aaghkk!" Straight in the face you had punched the rooster.
Leo swore his chest grew warmer at the action.
While Leo was temporarily distracted by your fists of fury, the ass-hat had swung at the olive-green turtle. Quickly the red eared slider dodged the attack to only return with his own. Easily slicing the bat into small unusable chunks.
Whilst Leo dealt with the ass-hat you fought the retaliating mutant chicken.
It was a somewhat fair fight considering the difference in DNA and physical capabilities.
You would've won too, had you not underestimated how strong a mutant chicken's punches were.
Next thing you knew you were K.O.ed. Your (H/c) head in a tizzy from bouncing your brain around in your cranium.
The blue bandana wearing turtle was not pleased by this.
The rooster gulped at the obvious displeasure emanating off the red eared slider. Not even having a chance to escape Leo swiftly knocked the chicken out before tying him up with his accomplice.
"Oh (Y/n).... I'm sorry I was late for the performance.." Leo apologized under his tired breath. Adoration gleamed in dark pools as he stared down at the object that plauged his dreams for last month.
Even with three digits per hand the sturdy turtle held you against his plastron securely as he returned you to your apartment.
The cold air whipped around the two of you as he sprinted across rooftops of Manhattan.
He was the happiest turtle alive having you in his arms. He never wanted to let you go.
But he did.
And how Leo missed you so dearly for the years that followed.
Not until he was pushing forty did he find you again.
New recruits weren't too much of an uncommon occurrence. However as leader it was his job to familiarize himself with his team to the best of his ability.
And when it came time to welcome in the greenhorns, there you were.
Despite the years that have added on your complexion you were still that beautiful basketball ballerina he found all those years ago.
His heart swelled.
Leo did his best to protect you better this time.
Even if, it meant keeping you here with him against your wishes.
Very quickly it was known amongst The Resistance how much you meant to the Commander.
Within six months he had you transferred under his supervision despite your skills aligning with General April's or even General Donnie's precincts.
It didn't matter.
Leo wanted you. And that was that.
There was no room to argue when it came to the leader's order.
Within the year, you were sharing quarters with the adult red eared slider and in the following months, his cot.
The few freedoms you found away from Leo were doing patrols or hanging with deceased General Cassandra's son.
Even then the interactions were limited.
It's hard to say no when the world around you is dying and you have no other choice in survival.
Which brings us back to the current present.
Racing like a bat out of hell you fleed your pursuer who was hot on your trail.
The basketball bunny runing from the hunter with a shell.
Oh God please! Please let me make this!
It was right in front of you.
Approximately two turns up ahead laid a small tunnel. It was a tight squeeze even for your stature but, if you could crawl far enough into there before Leo reached you. You'd make it.
You threw yourself into the stone wall. The rough texture scraped your palms but you didn't care. You kept running.
"(Y/n) please come back!" Leo hollered.
His voice was not far behind. He had to be literally on your tail.
This would be a miracle if you made this.
"(Y/n) wait! You can't leave!" Anger could be heard in his deep voice. The same tone he used when displeased with your behavior when socializing amongst your fellow comrades.
There it was!
Right there!
Not even thinking about it—
You dove for the small tunnel. Knees instantly bowed to the floor as you began crawling into the opening. The hole was disgusting but, you didn't mind that as you shuffled your body forwards.
" NO! " Leo growled.
A yelp escaped your throat. Clawing hands clasping around your ankle before attempting pull you back. Despite scraping at the edges of the rusted entrance. All it took was a single tug from the adult red eared slider to dragged you out of the small hideaway. Sadness and anger quick to take over his desperate senses.
"Why!? Why did you try to leave me!?" The mutant demanded.
You didn't know what to do. You were frozen. He caught you. You didn't plan for this. You hadn't really thought—
You really had hoped—
"(Y/n)! Answer me!"
"Is everything I do for you and your kind not enough? Why can't I have you?" Leo cried.
His aged but charming features stared you down with so much hurt. He loves you so much. Too much. So why would you go?
"I've always been there for you (Y/n)... my basketball ballerina...don't I...deserve you?" Leo reasoned. His voice displayed the hurt he felt as he reasoned with you.
Well more like manipulated.
"I love you so much.... I just can't lose you again."
Muscular arms pressed you against his plastron. Underneath it you could hear the bird fluttering in his ribs.
Your mind was running a mile a minute, terrified, flustered, unsure what comes next.
" I love you (y/n)...". Was the last thing your brain registered before feeling a pinch to the bundle of nerves in your neck. Falling limp like a ragdoll in the Commander's arms.
Releasing a sigh the tired adult red eared slider held you in the one-sided embrace for just a little longer. Relishing in the warmth from your body that wasn't accompanied by the small trembles from you.
The hug didn't last long before the mutant readjusted his hold on you so that you laid in his arms. Leo didn't mind doing this every once in awhile when the anniversary of your arrival came up. As long as you don't do it again for another year.
He would have to disperse that support group of yours....
Once back in the safe confinements of Resistance HQ; Leo made a B-line to your guys shared room. There he stripped you of your drenched coat and boots before tucking you back into the shared bed. In your spot next to him.
The blue bandana wearing turtle let out a tired yawn as he closed the door before crawling inside the sheets to lay besides you.
Leo was aware he was being selfish but, he just couldn't live without you. Not again. And certainly not in this cruel world that just wants to take away everything he holds dear.
Dark pools stared down at your resting face. His prosthetic hand lovingly caressed the soft skin of your face. Soothing both you and himself in the process.
Slipping away into the land of rest. Even while dreaming the Resistance Commander held on dearly to you.
Not allowing you the same chance to escape his embrace twice.
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Thank you for reading!
If you liked this part please enjoy part 2!
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theycallmebecca · 8 months
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Drabble: Sunrise Skinny Dipping
Here's a fun, silly little drabble for the July event at @the-slumberparty. The prompts I used in a round about way are cabin getaway, sitting by the fireplace and cuddling for warmth.
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Title: Sunrise Skinny Dipping
Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 
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You let out a breath as you watched the sun come up from behind the mountains across the lake from where you and your boyfriend, Ari, stood.
He'd convinced you to get up early this morning to watch the sunrise, promising to make you breakfast afterwards.
"It's beautiful," you said in awe.
"Told you it was worth it," he teased. "Time to undress."
"What do you mean, undress?" you asked in shock. Turning, you found him sitting on a large rock, pulling off his boots. "Ari, what are you doing?"
"Undressing," he stated as he shoved his socks into his shoes. "We're going for a swim."
"No we are not," you retorted. "The water is fucking freezing in the afternoon! I am not going in there now!"
"It's better than coffee," he said as he stood up and pulled off his sweatshirt. "It's invigorating."
"It's insane," you countered as he continued to strip his clothes off.
"Where's your sense of adventure?" he teased as he dropped his shirt on top of the rock.
"Back home in bed," you said, stubbornly.
"If you come with me now, I won't make you go fishing with me later," he said, standing in front of you in just his jeans. "You can stay inside where it's cool or hang out in the hammock all afternoon. I'll fish by myself, clean it and cook it. You won't have to lift a finger until dinner time."
"And if I don't swim with you?" you asked, afraid of the answer.
"You'll learn how to bait your own hook, take the fish off, clean it and gut it," he replied with a sly grin.
You shuddered at just the thought of the worms and glared at him. "Fine, I'll swim with you, but you're making me breakfast in bed tomorrow with fresh orange juice," you told him.
Ari held out his hand and you shook it.
"Time to get naked!" he declared as he undid his jeans with a flourish.
"Shh!" you hissed, looking around.
"No one else is out here," he stated before he dropped his jeans and boxers and threw them onto the rock.
You sucked in a breath as you let your eyes linger over his chiseled body. He wasn't quite Greek God status, but it was close.
"Need some help over there?" he teased as he pulled his shoulder length hair up into a bun.
"I've got it," you assured him.
Stepping over to his rock, you took off your shoes and socks. Then you took off your clothes and set them next to his.
"Let's get this over with," you said, your teeth chattering.
He held out his hand and you grabbed it, cuddling against his arm for warmth.
"It's not that cold," he teased. "The water will be much worse."
"That's not reassuring!" you exclaimed.
"It wasn't supposed to be," he said with a grin. "Can you walk in or do I need to carry you?"
"I don't trust you not to throw me in," you stated.
"It's the fastest way to get used to it," he pointed out. "But fine, we'll walk in together, ok?"
"Ok," you muttered.
He let out an excited 'yip' and then all but pulled you into the cold water as he ran.
The cold water was a shock to your senses as you found yourself first running into it and then diving under as it hit your thighs.
"HOLY FUCK!" you shouted after you came up for air a second later.
Ari came up a second later, looking shocked. "I didn't think it would be this fucking cold!"
"I fucking hate you," you told him as the two of you made your way to shore.
"That makes two of us," he replied, his teeth chattering.
The two of you dressed as quickly as possible and all but ran back to the cabin you were staying in for the week.
"I'll start a fire," Ari said, gesturing to the fireplace. "You get out of those wet clothes. We need to warm up a bit before we take showers."
Ten minutes later, the two of you were cuddled up on the couch under a heavy blanket.
"Well that was fun," Ari said and you rolled your eyes.
"You have a sick sense of fun," you told him.
"But that's why you love me," he replied with a grin.
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roo-bastmoon · 9 months
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Going on rest...
Puppykitties, I have some pretty serious health stuff going on. Lots of test and scans and playing around with treatments coming up in the following weeks, all while trying to make sure the sarcoma doesn't come back, etc. etc.
Now, nobody worry too much for me; I'm not in immediate danger. It could just be I need to go off some meds that I cannot tolerate and then slowly experiment with trying other meds that may help resolve some frankly quite crappy symptoms. Or, a bigger battle could be coming up; I don't know yet. I'm only entertaining thoughts of getting completely healthy either way!
Things probably won't look any different on my blog, except I may take longer to respond to folks. I have a few fun things lined up for you guys in the queue, so it won't be dead quiet here. But I may post and comment a bit less...
And I definitely need to take myself out of any fandom dramas, only because I really, truly do not have the energy. This is TMI, but I'm struggling to even do basic daily living activities like shower or go get my mail, half the time. I can't add any stress or heartache on top of what are shaping up to be already exhausting days.
ARMY fandom is where I go to experience joy and gratitude and community. I thank you for giving me that gift.
I want to rest up, get stronger, come back energized and so I can help out with the other solo albums we have coming up before military service.
But if you see a bit less of me, nobody assume the worst or anything! I still love philosophical debates and fan projects and celebrating our boys so I'll pop round when I can!!
I just have to step away from online life for a bit to stabilize real life, is all.
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I give you my word I won't just disappear on you; and when I am around, I will always try to give you the best of me. I say this now because I didn't want anyone to worry later, when it may be harder to boot up and interact.
I'm gonna beat this, whatever this is! In the meantime, everyone stay wonderful and be good to each other. Don't miss me too much. ;-)
Lots and lots of love,
Roo
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whatiwillsay · 11 months
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Tea Time Anon
note: in this post i refer to tumblr user Spade-Riddles as "ttb" the whole time (her suspected old blog's nickname was ttb). wherever you see me say "ttb" i mean tumblr user Spade-Riddles.
alright, guys, i got the ok from the original tea time anon who found me and told me about how they tricked ttb into thinking they were an insider.
i'm sharing now because the damage she's done to queer people in this community is insurmountable and the idea that little baby kaylors are thinking about missing out on the show of a lifetime because they want to skip eras tour because they're sad about karlie having another baby with josh is just breaking my heart. ttb has been leading people to believe that kaylor is still together and saying her "insiders" have proved it to her and every time karlie does anything with josh all those people get upset. it's not fair for this woman to mislead people and ruin their taylor/gaylor experience by getting their hopes up that karlie and taylor are just around the corner from coming out when obviously that couldn't be further from the truth. i mean it's insanely obvious to me that karlie and taylor have long gone their separate ways and are no longer involved at all but i digress.
i held back on sharing this for a while because while ttb is kind of humorous to watch she IS dangerous and i just didn't want the heat from her. her (or her followers) have harassed, stalked, and outed multiple gaylors in retaliation for speaking out against her:
but i think it's time i get over that. i don't think they'll find my identity and even if they do whatever i'll be alright.
so long story short- someone reached out to me to tell me they were tea time anon and that they did it to see if they could get ttb to believe them as an insider source. i got the code they used to verify themselves to her and to prove to myself they weren't pulling my leg sent in a message about the coney island bridge because cara's birthday was coming up and the bridge says "happy birthday". i capitalized ISLA in the word because cara likes that name. it was a bit of a laugh but mostly i just had to send something to prove they weren't just pretending to be tea time anon.
here's some of our convo (make note of the dates):
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so those are all from april 6th and as you can see here's the anon i sent in posing as tea time anon that was posted on april 7th:
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and here's a message from the next day- tea time's reaction to it and me mentioning why i capitalized isla:
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and at some point, one of us (idk who) went back and told them yes the baby is named isla:
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so yeah... if you're reading this and you've ever thought ttb had legitimate info from her myriad of insiders from Spade to Tea Time Anon to that flag person who's sending in stuff these days now you know... she just doesn't. it's people making stuff up or fanfic-ing or trolling.
let me just say i do think all of this is childish and i don't encourage this kind of thing but sometimes childish stuff is gonna go down in fandom spaces. it's just the name of the game. i've had my childish moments and i'm not exactly proud of that, but ttb misleads and harms so many innocent people, especially so many innocent young queer people it's time someone shined the light on just how misinformed she is and provided hard proof that yes coincidences happen. just because a fake insider mentions "isla" and taylor wore isla boots or an isla ring 3 years before that doesn't mean they are legit.
i encourage everyone reading this to try and learn how to enjoy gaylor without plummeting into complete conspiracy theories. there are a lot of healthier and more realistic ways to appreciate taylor's music from a queer perspective than what they get up to over on spade-riddles.
and another reminder that ttb is dangerous. she (or her minions) harasses and outs people who disagree with her. if you're a fan of hers, please be careful. never share your identity or personal details about your life with her or her henchmen.
AND FOR GOD'S SAKE IF YOU HAVE ERAS TOUR TICKETS GO AND ENJOY IT DO NOT SKIP THE SHOW OF A LIFETIME JUST BECAUSE KARLIE KLOSS IS OUT HERE LIVING HER BEST LIFE! YOU WILL FOREVER REGRET NOT GOING.
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greenvlvetcouch · 4 months
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greenie, there should be a way to separate wolfstar jeggy and rosekiller from marauders fandom 😔 like there are them. and there’s deranged marauders fandom that starts crying from reading words like cock, cunt and twink……for some reason.
i wish i was lying, but accidentally subjected myself to someone’s breakdown over twink barty. something about him being a psycho and making him a twink homosexual goes against his character. the twinkophobia is insane…….only good christian characters now are allowed to be twinks 😔 he can’t be gay either 😔 now he will have to stop saying ‘no homo’ after eating evan out 😔 cause it’s actually no homo for him 😔 only silent pussy eating in a bro way 😔
ONLY SILENT PUSSY EATING IN A BRO WAY please this made my life can i use this for a tag in the rosekiller? i am cackling holy shit, no. see, I'll make evan call him a twink in this chapter too, they argue and i think actually that might fit really well. lmao, i hate it. preaching to the choir, I'm so over it. everyone sees every character in a different way, that's whats fun. there's something for everyone and like just let people be.
i'll tell you a secret, i was petrified. like, shaking in my god damn boots the first time i posted trans evan, that cockwarming fic i think it was. like, scared fucking shitless to get shit for the way i went about it. at the time i was very unsure of myself though, and try as hard as i might to write it the way i wanted, the entire time i just thought 'oh my god they're going to fucking crucify me' but then on the other hand i was like, am i valid? this is valid right? because like, I'm writing this from my pov. like me, it was a bit self-insert in that way, it was therapeutic, and i try to avoid that but it helped me a lot i think. but i was so afraid, and then it was this spiral of doubting myself from the way i've seen people in fandom react to trans characters but authors choosing to use AFAB terms. i was a right mess---anyway, all of that to say. i haven't gotten any shit for it, and now I'm writing ya know, 80k of my evan, so.
there's something for everyone, its frustrating to know there's pockets of what we all deem 'what we like and what we gravitate towards/can stand' but the entire fandom isn't like that. or more chill about that. and it's frustrating that there's people out there that make others doubt their writing, the way they want to present characters to the world.
like barty being a twink would stop him from being a psycho, please lmao. condemned to the no homo closet for his entire life, a shame, truly.
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fandomscompilation · 9 months
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The story of two broken souls (Kaz Brekker x Reader) Part 13
Fandom: Six of Crows
Pairing: eventual Kaz Brekker x Reader
Warnings: talks about menagerie, guns, knives, threats, talks about murder, mentions of a dark past
A/N: Welcome, welcome! Here's another part that I had prepared. I'm starting on the next chapters, but I need to get Netflix cause I can't have it at my bf and mine. So there's that 👍🏻 But enjoy this one and let me know what you think!
Taglist: @d34drapunzel @coldheartedmar @igakc
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Gif is not mine!
Kaz dragged me out with him to find Jesper on the streets of Ketterdam. We found him fairly quickly, but I noticed him looking around for something, or someone.
"Jesper, new job!" Kaz shouted nearing our friend. "Come along."
I watched Jesper smile to himself before he jogged behind us. We went throught the back streets while he got distracted with everything every few minutes.
"I mean it. We need a demo man." Jesper said after walking beside a stall with some explosives.
"You're still on that?" Kaz shook his head not stopping.
"Yeah, I babysit enough with you. Not to mention a guy with a knack for blowing things up." I grunted while another woman tried to show me some jewelry, probably fake either way.
"I just brought it up tonight." He argued looking around at people.
"Jesper, you ask for an explosives expert on every job." Kaz points out and I nod along. He even talks about it after getting few drinks.
"Because I don't want to be the one you point to and say, "Explode something for us." That is not a Jesper talent. I shoot things with style. And I look good." He says pointing at Kaz making me huff.
"And a big ego." I tease making Jesper wink at me.
"Alina Starkov will be kept at the Little Palace. Entering that building requires us to be quiet." Kaz explained to Jesper while I looked to the building ahead of us. "Blowing something up, we've likely failed."
"Then we should take Inej." Jesper said like it was second nature. "She's a good investment. More quiet than I'll ever be. She can't stay here, you know that." Jesper caught Kaz's elbow stopping him. He glared at the hand like it burned him and Jesper pulled himself away. "Whoa. Hang on, aren't we on Pekka's turf now?"
"I go to Heleen now and ask for her buyout, she know I need Inej and sets a price I can't pay." Kaz explains quickly and Jesper frowns.
"That's evil. Well, how do you know that?" He asks looking to Kaz confused.
"It's what I would do." I shake my head knowing he probably did it. "Besides, Inej refuses to kill. Would you trust her in a matter of life and death?"
"Well, I've trusted her so far and I'm still alive, so, yeah." He says while I voice my agreement too. Inej might have her own rules, but I didn't doubt her for one second. "Now, you want to tell me why we're scoping out a rival club?"
"To have a talk with an old business partner." Kaz said looking to the building with displeasure.
"The bouncer will know you on sight." Jesper said making Brekker look back to him.
"That's why I brought you. Make sure they don't see me." He said before walking away from us. We looked to each other before sighting tiredly.
We walked up to the doors and Jesper shoot at the boot sign on the wall. In a second all of them ran down the stairs and pointed their guns at us. Jesper raised his one arm up, while the other was draped around my waist. I hugged myself close to his chest in an act of fear, but also to make sure his chest was hidden by my face.
"You heard that, too?" Jesper asked pointing to the side.
"Was that you?" The bouncer asked with the guns still pointed at us.
"No, I'm, uh... I'm bouncing for the Clipper. And had a small break to see my lady." He squizzed my waist while Kaz was sneaking behind the man.
"Haven't seen you before? Where's Tombar?" The man asked but they guns were lowered now, making me straighten up lightly. They started to turn around while Kaz was still in the doorway, his eyes set on us for a moment.
"Hey, hey. Was that sign damaged before?" Jesper asked and when they looked up he shot the sign. I covered again hiding his chest. "Saints. Where was that?" He asked with his arm still raised. They looked at each other confused before one of them told us to stay put. The other one started to walk around the street looking for anything out of the ordinary.
When I finally noticed Kaz safely walk out I whimpered hugging Jesper tightly.
"Can we go now please?" I all but whined and the men huffed letting us go.
We hurried to catch up with Kaz, who looked like he was on a mission.
"What did you learn?" I asked falling in step with him.
"I've got an address. Go ahead and make sure nothing happens." He said giving me a piece of paper and I hurried to the rooftops.
I ran along the tiles and kept an eye out for Kaz and Jesper. I circled the whole building noticing everything was locked. I jumped down in front of the doors where they stopped.
"It's locked." Kaz sighted crouching down to pick the lock. "Keep a lookout." Jesper nodded while I walked in before Kaz.
"Better stay behind me." Kaz said trying to sidestep me, but I blocked his way.
"Do not forget who I am, Brekker." I send him a glare and we followed the noise. When we neared the doorway I recognized Inej's voice.
"Ask the Saints for me." She said when we finally stepped into the room. I noticed the man and Kaz was the first one to react.
"Don't!" He shouted making Inej throw her dagger at us and I redirected it with my own blades. It flew past us to emb itself into the doorway next to Kaz's head. "He's our way to Alina Starkov." He said still quiet shaken from the attack while I stepped up to the pair.
"Him?" Inej asked with her knife still on his throat. I placed my hand over hers.
"Heleen knew it. She was using you to sabotage our mission." His words made Inej frown in confusion and she shook her head.
"She and I made a deal." Her hand began trembling and I pulled it back lightly.
"It isn't worth more than what we get with him alive." Brekker stepped closer trying to stop her too.
"You choose him over my freedom?" She asks turning to face him while I make sure her hand doesn't slip with the turmoil of emotion she felt right now.
"You assume it's one or the other." He says and Inej stills for a moment before stepping back. "Conductor. I have a job for you." Kaz stands over him and I groan getting the man into a sitting position.
After Kaz's talk with the Conductor we all made our way back to the Slat where he immediately went to his office and the three of us stayed downstairs. Inej was obviously still a bit shaken about almost killing the man, while Jesper kept on glancing at both of us.
"You asked Jesper to do it. Before we got to him." I stated leaning back in my chair and they both looked at me. "Why didn't you come to me?"
"Because I knew you would do it without question." Inej admitted looking down at the table. I sighted reaching for her hand.
"I'd kill more than just one man if it meant your conscience was untouched Inej." I said in a soft voice making her smile lightly.
"I know. And I think that was the reason why I didn't come to you." She admitted and I could see her pain.
"It's in the past now. You didn't do it." I squizzed her hand before letting her go.
"What if I wanted to?" Inej asked looking to both Jesper and me.
"We're human, Inej. We're the worst type of predators. And sometimes that animalistic part wins." I shrugged looking at the few Dregs laughing around.
When Kaz finally walked down we were informed to pack lightly and head for Novokribirsk. I was the only one that went to my room and didn't come out in seconds. But I still wasn't a Crow, I still didn't want to cross the Fold.
"Why are you not packed?" Kaz all but barked getting into my room without knocking. Minutes after they were supposed to leave.
"Because I'm not going." I huffed turning to face him.
"You're on this job as much as the others." He said stepping closer with an air of authority.
"I don't remember when I agreed to this." I snapped back and took a step closer too. He looked down at me with a clenched jaw, but I wasn't giving up that easily.
"You're either going to pack or I'll drag you out." He threatened making me laugh. I shook my head in irritation.
"I came here on a job, yes. But not this one. I didn't sign up to cross the Fold again or to go back to that Saints forsaken place!" I shouted letting my anger speak. It took only a second for my words to register in my brain. I straightened up while Brekker watched me carefully.
"You've crossed the Fold?" His eyes squinted dangerously.
"Who do you think brought that woman into your Club, huh? Who do you think gave you a way through that pitch black hole?" I asked stepping away to lean my hands on the dresser. "I am not going back there, Kaz. Do not ask me."
"If you know the way around the Little Palace that means we need you more than ever." I could hear him step closer and I felt his presence hover behind me. He was close, but it felt like he was already on the other side of the Fold.
"You have no idea about my past. And going back means living through it again. I am not ready to do that." I shook my head to get rid of the memories that flooded my mind.
"You are not the same as you were. You survived Ketterdam, you balanced between gangs and you took lives. You became the Void Blade. And if you coming means bringing her back to life then so be it." Kaz said and I knew it took a lot to allow my other identity to come back to life. It would mess with our plan and bring attention to both me and Dirtyhands.
"Fine." I spat out grabbing few of my hiddens weapons that were only assimilated to the Blade. "But if it goes wrong.."
"It won't." He said keeping his gaze on me. "Now let's go."
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endtown · 3 months
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the amazing bear and nadine fic. chapter 1. 1,268 words.
hello all. it is kc. i was thinking earlier today about how much i miss writing the stupidest fanfic of all time without any kind of thought or planning like i did when i was 13. and i don't really involve myself in fandom spaces, so i decided.... why. not just do that for my ocs?
i'll update this post (or the next) with an actual summary when i come up with one, but i'm sort of just going with the flow for now. for the time being, i'll try to update this weekly or biweekly, and i have no idea where it will lead. so uh, feel free to leave suggestions and stuff if that's what ppl do.
anyways, enjoy!
It was normal for Bear to struggle with sleep. It was something that he usually didn’t mind, but the past few days, he had actually been resting well. So as he watched the clock on the wall, it all felt a lot more defeating than usual. Whenever he got more than one night of good sleep, there was always this small hope that maybe this meant things would just be better.
A naive thought, sure, but he couldn’t help it.
There was a typical routine that he went through when this kind of thing happened. Lay in bed for a while, hope to sleep, decide that wasn’t going to happen, and head into the little makeshift kitchen they’d set up in the library attic. There, he could listen to the radio and eat. Or read whatever book he was interested in that week. Or maybe, if he was feeling especially brave, even write in a journal. But typically, by this point, he’d given up. The goal was no longer to sleep, but instead, to pass the time before work.
After a bowl of cereal without milk, and some time spent listening to a man on the radio talk about the science of stars, Bear decided he was done waiting. It was a quick drive over to the only gas station in the town of Palmyra, leaving him 30 minutes early to open up but... Well, Bert wouldn't mind. If anything, Bert would go on some long rant about how Bear was one of the few in his generation with actual work effort, and whatever else older guys who were kind of balding liked to talk about.
(It was always something about "I wish my kids were this motivated." And Bear never said it out loud, but he wished sometimes that he wasn't.)
It was just him at this hour, Bert wouldn't show up for a few more. He had never minded opening the shop early, though. There was a sort of peace that came with the soft flicker of the lights as they turned on, the sound of a mop against the floor as he cleaned up, and the radio playing softly in the background.
Jean jacket always stays on at first, while he waits for the heat, but it's taken off and thrown over his chair behind the counter after a while. By the time the door is unlocked, he is stood in one of the aisles with a box of chips to unpack, dressed in simple jeans and a shirt. His boots were work boots, plain and simple. Only worn because they were borrowed.
It was early, meaning that aside from the occasional bell, there really wasn't much noise. At a certain point, Bear even decided to sit behind the counter for a bit with one of the books he was working through. This one, Lenny had promised, was a classic. The Outsiders. Just the right size book for a day like this one.
And while he can read through quite a bit, he certainly cannot read through the loud, obnoxious arguing that comes with a couple pushing in the doors at six, loudly insisting on including everyone in their debate. Well, everyone meant Bear, because who the fuck else was there to talk to?
(Passing cars? The only thing near the gas station was trees and the highway.)
The argument was over dinner plans, or something. He didn't care enough to try and work it all out, and instead focused on trying to finish the page he was on. But, mid thought, one half of the couple comes right up to the front desk.
"Can I get the bathroom key?"
Their hair is bright pink, matching nails and makeup. The outfit that they've got on is not only bright for a small town like this, but far nicer (and more revealing) than what Bear was used to seeing in town. It was funny, considering whoever they were with was dressed a lot closer to Bear. Except this guy's shirt had some kind of sports branding, while Bear's was basic.
And though he fumbles for a moment, that could easily be blamed on the time of day. Key is produced from under the counter, handed off, and pinky is gone. Bear doesn't have to look up to know that the guy, (a boyfriend? protective friend? general creep? he couldn't tell), had been watching the whole thing. With his partner gone, though, the stranger takes to finally looking throughout the place for something.
He comes up after a bit with some chips and a couple of energy drinks. The same brand Bear had at the beginning of his shift. The process of scanning them in is typical, reading out the total of around seven dollars to the guy, and waiting. Because the guy could just pay, and they could not deal with each other anymore. But of course not.
He pats his pockets, before groaning. "Fuck. I left Nadine with my fucking wallet." He mutters, and without saying much else, wanders off. There is another ring as the front door closes behind him, and Bear wonders for a moment if that will just be it. But the banging on the bathroom door and the yelling that follows is loud enough to be heard through the walls. So when the guy comes back in, Bear is not shocked to see how angry he seems.
"Have you got like. A fuckin'.... Extra key, or some shit? They won't answer the fucking door." And he wonders for a moment if the guy is worried about his potential ...whatever they were. But no, this is just pure anger. Bear doesn't get a second to even think before the guy is waving a hand in his face to make sure he's following along. So with a quiet nod, Bear produces the backup key. Of course.
It is an awkward walk out to the little bathroom they have set up, and Bear gives a gentle knock just to make sure he isn't going to open the door on anyone. But once again, nothing. The entire time, whatever this guy's name is, is muttering to himself about how much of a bitch Nadine was, and whatever else. It was less muttering, and more... whisper-yelling? Once again, making it hard to focus.
But Bear does get the door open. And inside? Yeah, absolutely nothing. Not even the original bathroom key had been left behind.
"THAT FUCKING BITCH STOLE MY WALLET!" Comes from behind him, making Bear jump just a bit, but it doesn't matter. It seems that interest has been entirely lost in the gas station worker, as the guy runs back to his shitty excuse for a sports car. Whatever he was doing, he was doing it without explanation and quickly. Well, as quickly as he could. There is two, three, four attempts to start the car before it goes. And then a few moments adjusting mirrors and settings before he finally drives off.
Bear is left with silence, again, as he watches the car disappear out of sight. Expression does not change, because not even an energy drink could perk him up to deal with shit like this. No, there is not a reaction from him until he hears a voice behind him.
"God. What a fuckin' loser."
And to his shock (dismay? he really didn't want to be in the middle of anything), he turns to see the pink haired stranger standing behind him, and in the middle of the tiny excuse for a bathroom.
Fuck this. He should've stayed in bed.
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digitalagepulao · 9 months
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Pardal/Sparrow or Digital, whichever is your fancy sie/hir/they/them - adult (+21)
welcome to my JttW and chinese animations and mythology sideblog! my focus on it comes and goes so i'll let you know when turning on notifications to know when i'm posting again might be a good idea.
while this blog is mainly focused on JttW, I'll bring up other stories and legends, like Investiture of the Gods (Fengshen Yanyi) or Lotus Lantern (Bao Lian Deng). this is also for Chinese animations and series as I find and explore them, and i'll occasionally do livereads of books, especially academic ones.
follow me over at my main @sparrow-in-boots if you'd like my more assorted interests <3
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THIS BLOG IS +21 and will contain: fantasy and realistic violence, gore, body horror, discussion of mental illness and suicide, sexual themes, and other sensitive subjects. They will be tagged appropriately as cw but please be advised and proceed with caution.
PLEASE DO NOT TAG MY AUs AND CONTENT AS LMK unless i do so! LMK content is tagged with #not a lmk blog (head on over to my LMK sideblog @digitaldoeslmk if you want my art and aus)
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AU info and tags below!
#Expedition to the West au
my take on JttW if it was (more or less) rooted in the real world and the historical Xuanjang's journey. follows mostly the plot beats as outlined by @journeytothewestresearch's article, so giving it a read will help contextualize where I diverge or fill in empty spaces with my own takes and ideas. full props to OP, their research has been an immense help and inspiration!!
#Sun clan au
[CHARACTER DIRECTORY] started as my own version of giving Wukong a mother figure, now it's me fleshing out the monkey population of Huaguoshan with ocs to explore Wukong's bonds and filial piety, as well as the repercussions of his actions. expect a lot of family fluff AND angst!
note that both AUs are somewhat connected but I'll tag them separately as needed.
#Havoc in Midgard au
God of War/JttW crossover AU. Linked to my Fimbulvintr Blues AU where Atreus and Mimir are kicked back into the far past of Kratos' Spartan General days, and have to catch up to his current time the long way. I'm focusing mostly on his trips across the continents and pantheons as he retrieves the giants hidden there by Týr and slowly but surely acquires a veritable arsenal of magical artifacts, special powers and baffling alliances. And of course, his short but chaotic stint in the Three Kingdoms during the time of both Wukong's youth and the entirety of the Investiture of the Gods.
#bell dragon art
my art tag regardless of AU or fandom
ASSORTED TAGS
jttw liveread: quotes and tidbits from the novels i felt like sharing
fsyy liveread: same as above, but for the Investiture of the Gods (Fengsheng Yanyi)
oedipal god liveread: comments and quotes of the book "Oedipal God: The Chinese Nezha and his Indian Origins" by Meir Shahar
jttw book club: chapter reviews and comments by myself and others who have joined the reading group over at @/journeythroughjourneytothewest
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dreadfutures · 6 months
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wip wednesday
tagged by @shivunin | @ndostairlyrium | @effelants and some others I think, and coming in under the wire to tag some people:
@exalted-dawn | @warpedlegacy | @wickedsnack | @neontteeth | @oxygenforthewicked | @knightdawn | @queenaeducan | @fensyl | @victoriousscarf
Share any wip or recently completed thing of any fandom or medium!
and then to share myself: a conversation between Dorian and Ixchel Lavellan in my next chapter.
Outside the window a gentle rain fell, silent through the thick walls and thick glass, but Ixchel could already imagine the heavy droplets in her hair. Mahariel had been right: the weather would turn on them soon.
The moody, spitting sky reminded her of Hal, of course, for it was the same color of his cold eyes. She tore her gaze away from the window and cast it down at Dorian's shoes, for her head felt heavy with guilt. Unfortunately, she immediately noticed the new scuffs on his boot from where he must have been dragging his injured leg as he acclimated to using a cane.
It was an odd thing, she thought bitterly, to not be the worse off of the two. With that, her heart dropped into her roiling stomach. She knew how she would feel were she the one to be left behind due to a debilitating injury--she knew how she had coped with it after the Exalted Council, with the intoxicating depths of her bed to wallow in, and the bitter cut of isolation reinforced by her own moping. She had never liked wine as much as Dorian, but she could understand, perhaps, how life might seem just a little more bearable through the alcohol-softened eyes. How being alone might not feel like such a sharp wound at the bottom of a bottle.
She sighed and leaned over in her chair, propping her cheek up on her palm--the very same she would one day lose. She found him seated similarly, watching her with a look more critical than she thought she deserved.
"So am I to understand we are on the eve of your great departure?" he asked, and it was not the question she knew was on his mind.
"Seems so," she murmured. "I hope you'll see me off with the rest of my adoring followers."
"Mm, I do so love watching you leave," he drawled, and she smiled a little despite herself. "If only it didn't mean I would be left in your chilly old castle built in what was certainly the armpit of Elvhenan--"
"Aren't armpits usually hot and smelly?" Ixchel scoffed. "I would call Minrathous more of an armpit than here."
"Today, perhaps! You can't pretend to know what climates were like in the old magical days of yore." He waved his other hand at her without laughing, but even he had started to smirk again. "It will certainly stink much more once the Iron Bull returns, which I'm told will be soon. A sorry substitute for my best student, I will say."
Ixchel's eyebrows shot up, and her heart shot to her throat at the praise. Perhaps it was silly to be so injected with joy every time he acknowledged her more scholarly interests, but she couldn't help how comfortable it felt--how much like an olive branch, or an extended hand, it seemed.
"Yes, yes, I must begrudgingly admit I will miss the sorry old man," Dorian said in his most petulant tone. "I will have to settle for Miss Davri and Dagna for intellectual stimulation in Solas' absence. It's just not the same. A little conflict whets the intellect, you know?"
Ixchel reached for the nearest object to throw at him, but she never released her grip on it, amused that he didn't even flinch at her feint. As she settled the book back on her lap she took a glance at the cover; it turned out to be a heavy memoir from some Tevinter Dreamer from a long-past century.
"Of course, I'll miss you too, I suppose," Dorian said, and then whatever impish gleam might have been in his eye faded entirely. Entirely sober, he said, "Don't have too grand an adventure without me, Ixchel. I've had my own taste of debilitating injuries now, and I wouldn't recommend hurrying to get more of your own."
Ixchel sighed and flexed her fist. "I will do my best," she said, words heavy with the promise. "But you have to promise me you'll not go too feral left to your own devices here, Dor. I've spent enough time trapped in these walls, too."
She tried to hold his gaze to impart her deeper meaning, but she found she had to look away sooner than she wanted. It hurt, aching in the same parts of her that were left raw from telling Vivienne the truth of her life and death, and her conversation with Cassandra.
It wasn't just that it hurt to remind them both of how literally being left behind in Skyhold had killed her. Cassandra and Vivienne had both confronted her with a question she still did not have an answer to: did things need to be the same as they once were? Were her friends still fundamentally the same people they had turned out to be by the end her life?
Was she right to worry for Dorian, or would he steer away from the dangers she knew might befall him?
Dorian leaned forward a little in a half-hearted attempt to catch her gaze again. "I'll be here when you return, mula," he said. "Just make sure to come back in one piece, alright?"
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dingle-dee · 8 months
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Fucking drabbled vent since I have no clue where to tell anyone without sounding insane af or weird af
I don't know why but lately idk..
First I wanna preface I have had negative experiences with a lot of things, I was shunned from a lot of Fandoms and communities for a lot of reasons which now I'm really sensitive towards.
Mostly my age, the things I like doing and the fact I am UBER uncomfortable with any shipping. I don't care if people do it, honestly I enjoy that people enjoy it! Please enjoy yourself but any shipping, romantic, platonic, poly anything. Makes me just... idk I don't like it..
Doesn't matter what teh ship is either, LGBT or straight or anything makes me uncomfortable, the entire thing anywhere, anything
Unless it's Canonical I don't care for it and me makes me uncomfy *and it ranges too. Any mention of anything remotely kissy or sexual makes me want to leave in a not mad but uncomfy way. Like when your alone at a party, that feeling.
I am also used to being loved like a shelter dog. Being brought in under the illusion of people liking me or maybe they find me interesting, then once my ugliness shows or I start talking more people start losing interest and I get shunned again. Usually because of my age or a difference in what I like. Either way I'm used to being booted and gated into groups that eventually I'm put out of
That'd mostly why I left tumblr, cause for 4 years I was just loved like a shelter dog and got sick of it and just went into hiding, only talking to 2 people.
But now even though I think it's not gonna happen again, I'm scared I'm gonna get sent back to the "shelter" cause I don't like any PT shipping other than noise and noisette. I'm really out of my comfort and I don't wanna sound like an ass when i say I'm uncomfy.
It's not like I'm aroace either I love a good spice, I have a partner myself but doing it to characters always makes me want to go.
The fact I have trouble with angst, all these terms make my head spin. I don't know how to grasp them.
And sometimes all these things ik worried people will get bored of me, or find someone better than me
Im always just worried that I'll be loved like a shelter dog
And that I'll be sent back again one reason or another.,,
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brandnewhuman · 1 year
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KAMSKI'S
DEVIANCY
STORY
∆ headcanons ∆
STARRING:
- my new favourite traumatised gen Z man -
(honorary mention to Gavin Reed and his aggressive gremlin vibe)
CONTENT:
Tw: childhood trauma, talks of abusive parents and implied nasty accidents, drug abuse, angst so much angst and no fucking comfort.
Summary: just me and my nasty little thoughts on how our brosky grow up
A/N: OFC I COME BACK WITH A POST AND THE FIRST THING I DO IS ANGST. I got too carried away with this stuff and i ended up deciding on maybe doing a part two if anyone would be interested. And yes, I didn't wait for the poll to be over cause I can already see this was everyone's favourite choice. IM ACTUALLY KIND OF NERVOUS CAUSE ITS BEEN SOME TIME SINCE I'VE POSTED SO HAVE FUCKING MERCY BROS anyway enjoy
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This man as well as Gavin has a really big trauma baggage going on
I genuinely think that the Elijah we see in the game, while not entirely good with high morals like Connor, is not as bad as everyone is making him to be
He is the definition of fake it till you make it when it comes to confidence
I'm like 109% sure Elijah's family used to struggle with money or they never had to worry about it
there's no in between
I base that on the reason he "left" (mf was booted out of his own fucking company lol) cyberlife
Which btw, leading a whole fucking company when you're still a teenager wasn't fun, 0/10, he would not recommend
He has been taken advantage of in the most horrid way possible and I think that's why he is now that type of person who never does something for nothing
He has never shown an interest on making his creations for the sole purpose of profiting from them as much as he can
He has always wanted to do much more even at cost of not getting any financial benefit from it
That says two possible things
He has seen the effect money has on people and hates the idea of turning out to be money hungry like his parents, sacrificing something much more important and dear to him just for the sake of money
Which can come from either his parents pushing him so much just because they knew he was their only chance to get a the life they wanted and the sort of money they struggled to make
Or because he has seen how his family has ruined lives or relationships for the sake of keeping their high quality life and how they have pushed that idea onto Gavin and him too which ended up in Gavin not being looked after most of time since he was not fitting their standards of heartless high achiever from whom they could get something too
I would probably tend to believe more the poor background because of how Elijah presents himself
He's very laid back even tho he has the means to be more fancy
The few things ones see of his house during the game makes me believe that he's not very much into opulence but more in indulging himself with stuff he gets joy from rather than spend money on things that show off his wealth
And because I want to, like as a treat to myself
MOVING ON
I've already said it but I'll mention it again for context purpose
Gavin and Elijah are siblings. I know many in the fandom say they might be cousins but I like the siblings idea more
or it could be full siblings but because Gavin resents Elijah he just changed his last name so he wouldn't have to be associated to him or his family
Either way they don't get along anymore because how their parents treated them which is why they grow apart
They were not the type of parents who physically abuse but they did emotional abuse their kids
Gavin and Elijah were put against each quite a lot and they never got the chance to fucked up or do what they really wanted cause they parents made it very clear that their love and affection depended on how much the kids met their standards
And even between each other they weren't the best example as either adults, a couple or parents
Which ended up making Elijah's social interactions and relationships very difficult
I can see Elijah being one of those really delicate and surprisingly sensitive kids growing up
Like I feel like he had struggled a great deal with regulating how much and how often he showed emotions and because of that he got bullied a lot
LIKE HE WAS THE TYPE OF KID TO ALWAYS BE SO EXCITED WHEN TALKING ABOUT STUFF HE LIKED OR ALWAYS READY TO GIVE HUGS TO ANYONE
Which ended up in either getting his feelings crushed by people telling him he was annoying or not even listening to him at all
The only person who always had the patience and the willingness to match his energy when it came to certain things was Gavin
They absolutely defended each other at school even tho Elijah almost always ended up eating shit because he wasn't as strong as he thought himself to be
Bro got his physical demonstration of affection bullied out of him cause kids are cruel, adults are shit and my man here didn't stood a fucking chance
IN FACT i bet he got to a point where it genuinely weirded out when his parents tried to hug him or touch him in general cause he already learn that wasn't "their thing"
I truly believe he didn't always give a single flying fuck about androids and being a scientist in general
I bet he wanted to do something more artistic as a kid and he was very good at it but his parents always told him that being an artist is not a real job and it's a useless hobby because it doesn't gives you anything to live of from
So he just like kind of made being extremely good at school his whole personality
Like he altogether stopped having any type of hobbies ecc and if he did he just forced himself to not indulge in them
Which ended up in isolating him even more from other kids
He was basically already an adult when he was supposed to just be a kid and have fun
And obviously,besides Gavin, no one really understood him
He was too emotionally stunted for kids to relate or interact with him and adults were just overall condescending with him
The only time teachers or other adults noticed him was because of his academic results
It was Gavin who accidentally planted in him the idea of creating his own friends
Gavin loved to read classics and that's a hill I'm willing to die on
He stopped because when he started working he didn't had time
Elijah's enjoyed reading too which, again, was Gavin's doing
His favourite book was obviously Frankenstein
Which btw the Frankestein shirt he wears in the game? That's 100% Gavin's gift and he wears it as some sort of lucky charm
That was the one he used to borrow more frequently from Gavin
The thing went more or less like this
They both were arguing about whether or not the doctor went too far with certain things and, most importantly, if the creature did really deserve to live or not
Obviously Elijah took the side of the monster and Gavin said that of course he was siding with the creature since he did too acted always like he has been alive for like two days instead of 13
Which lead to Gavin making a reference to bicentennial man
Which he didn't understand cause he has never saw that movie before
One thing lead to another and Gavin made Elijah watch the movie which was what sparked the idea of androids in Elijah
YES, HE WAS INSPIRED BY THAT MOVIE AND NOT I ROBOT. THAT MOVIE WAS ABSOLUTELY HEARTBREAKING AND IT'S WAY BETTER ROBOT REPRESENTATION THAN I ROBOT
At that point Elijah was already like a fucking genius and was way ahead his grade even tho he didn't think until then what career he wanted to pursue
The problems between him and Gavin were already starting cause their parents started to notice how smart was Elijah compared to Gavin
At first he thought it was unfair to him because they didn't let him have fun or go out like Gavin
They pushed him to his limit and there have been a couple of incidents where, if it wasn't for Gavin that cared for his well being despite what was going on, elijah would've ended up really bad
then he started to notice how it was unfair to Gavin as well
because they were actually just not giving a flying fuck about what he did since it wasn't important anymore
It made him sick with guilt to see how their parents were visibly struggling to even do the bare minimum as parents when it came to gavin
And Elijah was already starting to have other type of troubles
being that young and skip grades where you ended up in a class full of older people wasn't the best and he did start to take very poor decisions just to make himself liked
It was some sort of silent rebellion too
He started taking drugs which initially were meant to just help him show his classmates he was "mature" enough
And then he just started to need them to power through everything he needed to do
He was so hellbent on his idea of creating a sentient being that could emulate humans if not perfectly even better that he didn't even care what he had to do in order to achieve it
And at that point both Gavin and Elijah hated their parents so he had no problems in using their "help" to get what he needed
I personally believe, like I said in the other post, that something really fucked up happened between Gavin and Elijah which resulted in a major fallout between them
Maybe it's because lately I've been thinking about hereditary (idk why since I have never seen the movie but whatever man) and the fact that I've seen the parents go batshit crazy because the son accidentally killed her sister (?)
BUT I'M UNFORTUNATELY HAVING THE WORST IDEA EVER
Elijah's parents are overprotective with him not out of love but out of interest cause exploiting your kid is always a great family bonding activity to choose
And they try to keep him and Gavin as apart as possible cause they think Gavin would "ruin" him and his future with his influence
So I feel like Elijah was pestering Gavin to sneak out together and do some cool teenager stuff he didn't get to do before as an attempt to bond with his bro again
Elijah was high as kite and that mixed with stupid teenager ideas and reckless rebellious teenage behaviour doesn't mix well
Long story short Elijah and Gavin got into a pretty bad accident and Gavin (fortunately or unfortunately depending on the point of view) got out of it without much harm
But Elijah did got pretty fucked up bro NGL
I can see how that, the fact that Elijah was not there to testify the fact that Gavin didn't do anything wrong and that it wasn't his fault, and the doctors finding traces of drugs in Elijah system obviously didn't ended up well
You can imagine their parents reaction
That was the point where I think Gavin broke off contact with his family completely and just got the fuck out of there
Like I said I can imagine Elijah carrying the guilt for the rest of his life and has never actually had the courage to try and contact Gavin after that
THERE'S SO MUCH MORE I WANT TO SAY BUT I FEEL I MADE THIS TOO LONG SO YEAH
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exp123mon · 7 months
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Gonna chronicle my thoughts watching Digimon Frontier. Never watched it before. will tag these as "frontier watching" in case you DGAF about what I think and wanna block the tag lol. The only things I know before going in are:
there are trains the kids BECOME the Digimon somehow (Spirits or something???) it's regarded as the worse series by most of the Digimon fandom lol (which really just means my expectations are at ZERO so there's like a 99% chance I'll enjoy it; everybody seemed to despise Tri too and I enjoyed that but we'll see!!)
EP01 - The Legendary Warrior! Agnimon of Fire
-Voice acting's good but I've learned that's par for the course when it comes to Digimon -I like the intro, I don't know it well yet obviously but seems like it'll be catchy -Gotta admit they almost had me with Truck-kun like that -I like the mysterious atmosphere of how the kids get lured to the Digital World, gives me like fairytale or ghost story vibes; the fact that there are SO MANY kids and multple trains is curious -I like how much they've characterised Takuya already and I'm only halfway through episode 1 -Hotheaded Red Protag Boy versus Edgy Blue Loner Boy lol -Our other characters seem to be the Big Guy, the Little Guy and the Girl Guy. Don't really get much from them just yet but I've only had like one scene with them lol. -Okay so Spirits are confirmed basically immediately when the next part starts haha. It's an interesting spin and I'm maybe getting ahead of myself but this is probably why, partially at least, people don't like this series as much? The relationships between the kids and their Digimon are some of the best parts of the other series so the fact that this dynamic straight up cannot exist in this series probably takes from what a lot of people like about Digimon anime generally. But that's just baseless speculation on my part. -Trailmon (Worm) is terrifying haha I love that it's just like "hey get OFF" and boots the kids off though, I love when trains have personalities (what a specific and niche concept…) -Tomoki bursting into tears and wanting to go home like a normal actual human child would upon being isekai'd into a monster-riddled world makes me think he's gonna be a character people hate lol -The Digital World straight up having huge chunks missing is interesting. At first I thought maybe it's just the aesthetic for this series but Cerberumon eats part of the town's data, so I'm guessing it ties into that. -Speaking of which, CERBERUMON? they throw a Perfect out in the first ep. Not pulling any punches I see bahaha. Seems like we'll get Digimon searching for the Spirits for some reason (probably for power it's always for power with these anime bad guys) -Credits are nice. I like seeing the kids actually doing stuff in scenes/the Digital World rather than just like, abstract images like most other credits have. (WHO is that scarred, roughed-up looking Elecmon!? haha)
Overall this was a decent first ep. We get an idea of the overarching mission, some insights into the characters (mainly Takuya) and some world-building and mysteries. I'm gonna watch all the Digimon anime ANYWAY, but based solely on this opening ep I'm interested to see where it goes and would continue on from here either way.
Now Imma get some hot choccy for episode 2.
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roo-bastmoon · 1 year
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Qobuz & ARMY Conduct in Solo Era
We know we need to buy Like Crazy and Face more to help Jimin avoid free fall on the charts this week. Scroll down to learn how to buy on Qobuz if you haven't already.
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It's my understanding that sales count for Billboard charts if you use 1 credit card per digital purchase, 1 credit card for up to 4 physical purchases. Whether or not you can use the same email address is up to each site (BTS US store yes, iTunes no).
Speaking only for myself, for digital purchases, I've made 6 iTunes accounts and bought the singles and albums (and alterative versions) there; I've also purchased all digital versions on Amazon Music and WeVerse and bought Like Crazy off a Stationhead listening party. For physical copies, I have purchased both albums each from Amazon, Target, and Weverse. For all 24 hours of every day, I have 6 premium free trial accounts running playlists on Spotify, YouTube, Apple Music, and Amazon Music.
Puppykitties? I am tired. But it's Jimin, so...
I'm here to tell you about one more option, and then I have to call it a day and just keep streaming on my premium accounts, because I'm maxing out of money and energy.
Qobuz is a digital store that counts for BB100 and it was incredibly easy for me to sign up using my Facebook and purchase Face. I didn't sign up for a streaming service or agree to anything else; I literally just logged in via Facebook and bought the album for download.
Here's the link, have at it:
Remember you need to download each track by clicking on WMA button and letting it play for a few seconds on your device.
Here's what that looks like:
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I'm certain you're tired by now and ready to call it a day, but if you can afford another $7 purchase, please buy this digital album one more time on Qobuz if you haven't already. It's easy and a trusted site. If you cannot, please reach out to Jimin USA and Jimin Funds and make a new iTunes account and buy with their gift cards.
Jimin has been dragged up and down stan twitter this week (we knew it was gonna happen no matter what) and now the "ARMY" fans who did nothing to help Face are gearing up to help D-Day* instead, so we really need to do our best to purchase this week and then keep streaming like it's our full-time job.
*A note about Yoongi and D-Day--and how we need to conduct ourselves as ARMY.
I'm OT7. I will get behind every single one of their projects. I can't wait to cheer Yoongi on during his Newark concert. I understand that the boys are releasing content on top of each other because enlistment is coming up soon. I trust the Tannies have agreed to their promotion times and plans. So please do not bring any shade to any member to my blog--I'll boot you.
However, it's very clear to me that almost 40% of this fandom ships a pairing that demonizes Jimin and many simply feel neutral at best about him and do not put in much effort to defend him or support him. Just my observation; maybe lots of fans feel this way about their own bias. I'm simply noticing how big accounts have been damned near radio silent for Face and are already organizing streaming and buying parties for D-Day's prerelease this week.
Add to that how hard we've been working to stream for Jimin, and yet Spotify and YouTube (especially YouTube) are deleting millions of streams every day. I share your pain and frustration over this. I think it's normal to talk about it in the DMs. But let's keep a clean timeline.
For fans of Jimin, we should act in a way that would honor Jimin and make him proud. Please do not whine or dwell on any negativity; do not badmouth a member or those who bias another member or the company they all work for. Definitely do not waste any precious time or energy dogfighting antis online. Please support Yoongi and all the boys as much as you can.
Keep it classy, even if you wish Jimin had more individual promotion time or radio play or more music videos and playlisting or whatever you perceive should have been done differently. It is what it is, and we want our boys to feel supported, not judged.
Despite all the bullshittery, Jimin has done remarkably well and gifted us with an amazing album. Letter alone is enough to keep my heart lit up like a firecracker for a good long time. So please, remember to conduct yourself as a true ARMY, and any injustices you perceive, answer it with rage-buying and rage-streaming.
Meet them in the charts, not the streets.
Now, I have myself a nice little sinus infection blooming into a full grown migraine today, so I'm gonna take a wee break and rest up. But I am around, and usually more active on my TWITTER if you want to be friends there. And I'll be streaming nonstop, you can be assured.
Please do your best my puppykitties. Talk more with you soon.
Love, Roo
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give-soup-please · 10 months
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Oh-ho-ho It's me, May again, plopping myself down in your inbox like I own the place. Honestly I don't mind if you post them or not, it's ultimately up to you - perhaps you decide to post some, and keep others. Regardless, I'll keep bringing them to you like a crow bringing its favorite person shiny treasures. I am mildly interested to know who you think I am - though there's no need to be embarrassed if you were to get it wrong, I'm anonymous because I'm trying (kind of) to hide after all. Now, to actually get to the few things I've collected in my little notepad about what I wanted to talk about. (Yes, I have a notepad that I jot things down into so that I don't flood your inbox.) 1. I'm sure you already know this, you addressed it in your post, but I do feel like it's important to say it as well: It's okay to feel a bit panicked at first when confronted with a problem. I feel like it's only natural to feel that way, anyways. But the main thing is that it's rather impressive that you can take a step back and acknowledge that there are ways to help alleviate the problem even if you aren't able to solve it. This is something that I struggle with personally as well, and to see someone else who does, who also handles it in a beautiful way, is very motivating and reliving. It makes it feel like it isn't the end of the world even if I was panicking originally. You're doing a wonderful job at slowly pushing yourself towards making healthier choices for you, and I wanted to thank you for putting that out there for others to read, it brings inspiration even if you don't have a direction to go with it. I do wish life could have an immediate answer, though. It would be SO much easier... but of course, "It's not fun if it's easy" 2. Pomegranate honey sounds delicious, I love pomegranates, so I can only imagine pomegranate flavored honey would be amazing, and wildly superior to clove honey. 3. There's going to be more??!??!?!?!?!?!?!? I don't think I can put into words the excitement and joy that knowing that is a potential reality brings me. Perhaps you could imagine the excited sounds of a dog, amplified, mixed with various clapping noises and tapping from me stimming. But really, why in the world are you sorry?! Sorry for what? Coming back and gracing the TSP community with something as beautiful as your writing? Poppycock I say! I absolutely adore it, as you know, and honestly it's like thinking you ran out of your favorite thing and then realizing you have more of it. It brings joy! Another note: I've not been in this fandom nearly as long as you have, but I can agree with the "Welp, the Narrator has simply dragged me back into this thing and I will never escape again" cycle. I've enjoyed it, though, and I've met and discovered so so many lovely people (cough, you cough) so maybe that was his plan all along... the sneaky bastard... improving my mental health... [grumble grumble] 4. Fun fact, I was also the anon that submitted that question asking you if you thought the ocean was a soup, and I wholeheartedly agree: Soup needs to be warm. The only thing about gazpacho I like is saying the word like Puss says it in Puss in Boots. Oh, and I figured I would say, my favorite soup: It's this roasted garlic soup I made once, it was quite good. I can't recall what else was in it... other than roasted garlic... but obviously it was a soup.... Anywho, that's all I have for now. As always, please take care of yourself. Don't push yourself for something that isn't going to benefit you, and even if it has a benefit think of yourself in the long run first (is it really going to be worth it). Do something for you, and drink some water today if you haven't... and drink a little more if you have. ~ Your friend, May
hello again, may.
i'll start out small and see if i can start inching towards the truth over time. i believe you are someone i interact with in the discord DMs on a regular basis. that may not be the case, but you remind me of a good friend that i met under interesting circumstances.
i'm glad it helped. the path to better mental health is a hard one, one of the hardest paths to walk. but every small choice we make in the right direction is monumental.
2. yes, pomegranate honey is freaking delicious, but it is also hard to find. most grocery stores don't have it because it's copyrighted and is only made on one 5000 acre farm, according to the presentation i was at yesterday.
3. yes, there will be more. i'm working on a few pieces now. there will likely be a few more chapters of the human experience, and another... bonus story. which will hopefully be short and not another major undertaking dslkfjslkfjs (i realized at some point that the human experience project starts the narrator off as softer than his canon counterpart, and that i never really went into detail into how our relationship was established before he crossed over. nar will be a bit more mean in this one before he starts softening up, and closer to his canon self in terms of... pettiness. i'm aiming for that to be under ten chapters, because i just finished one 50k project and i don't think i can do it again so soon. as for my apologies, well, that's an interesting thing, isn't it? i want to move on from the narrator for complicated reasons that involve how i handle interpersonal relationships, but he keeps calling me back again and again. i'm still not done with him, and he's not letting me go despite my irritation about the whole thing.
interesting kind of soup there.
you take care of yourself too, ok? get uno reverse card(ed)
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