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14! Gn reader with Kenji, and Kyoka in Teyvat

If you were not alone

Part II

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Self-Aware! BSD AU x SAGAU Imposter crossover

Character: Self-Aware! Platonic! Kenji Miyazawa, Self-Aware! Platonic! Kyouka Izumi

Reader: 14! GN! Reader

Warning: English is my second language

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🐄🐰 One moment you, Kyouka and Kenji were going back home from school.

The second moment you three were in a middle of Chinju Forest.

Kenji took the sudden trip better, than Kyouka and you. The sun was shining, wind was blowing, and, according to your knowledge about the game, Teyvat's people are more or less friendly, and there are travelers from another world.

So, after getting some rest, you three will go to the nearest city and search for dimensional travelers. Everything will be alright.

Besides, local tanukis are so cute, and Ioroi was fun to talk to.

Kenji's optimism was contagious. He does have a point. You aren't looking for troubles. Besides, Traveler and Alice are friendly. They won't hurt you three.

With your spirit up, you started your journey to Grand Narukami Shrine. In Guide, Alice mentioned, that she knew Yae Miko. And Yae did publish said Guide. Maybe, kitsune knew, how to reach Alice.

During your walk, you looked up. And a chill run down your spine. Celestia was gone. A clod, sticky horror squeeze your heart. You knew from somewhere, that it was wrong.

Something terrible has happened.

You decide to think about it when you reached Shrine. You will have time.

🐄🐰 You were lucky. Yae Miko was here, in the shrine. Everything looked normal. Kenji, with big smile on his face, walked towards her, asking for help. But then Yae Miko looked at you. Disbelief, horror, worry. Before someone could react, Yae dragged you three inside the shrine's building.

When the door closed behind you, Yae grabbed your cheeks, looking at your face at every angle. You notice, how Demon Snow appeared behind Kyuoka, drawing its sword.

Yae's voice was trembling.

"Don't waste your power on me, child. Soon you will need it to protect yourselves."

🐄🐰 During Yae's explanation, you felt, how Kyuoka and Kenji sat closer to you. Like they were afraid, that you will be attacked any moment now. Because of orders of 'Creator'.

Yae explained, that just few hours ago, that Creator preformed some sort of ritual. A ritual of finding sinners… People, who looked similar to Creator. Who looked similar to you. And if someone sees you, they would attack. Would try to capture you.

Yae secretly get you away from Narukami Shrine. You weren't safe in Inazuma. Still, Yae asked you to stay here. Until she gets answer from Alice and her whereabouts.

"Run, children. Alice the adventurer might help you. If you managed to get to her, she might find a way to return you home."

When you left, she sent a letter to Alice. The only thing that was left is wait.

🐄🐰At the end of the week, you three were still in Inazuma. And you have a bunch of people on your tail.

And you were worried. Mostly, about Kenji and Kyuoka. They were your friends/adopted siblings. And they were protecting you. Kenji was starving himself, afraid of not being able to help during attack. Kyuoka was constantly using Demon Snow to search for dangers. And it looked like, using their abilities, tried them.

You tried to help as much as you can. You took cooking and keeping camp warm and clean on yourself. You insisted on guarding the camp at night, letting Kyuoka and Kenji sleep.

Despite two of you having abilities, you were just three teens. And you three missed home and the rest of BSD's Cast.

🐄🐰 Second week were better. Thanks to Kenji's kindness, you now were hiding in Yoimiya's house. Who could think, that playing with local kids will let you find help?

Now you were more or less protected.

Kyuoka, Kenji and you even met Itto and Arataki's Gang. They were a loud, but friendly bunch.

🐄🐰 One day, Kuki brought a letter from Yae. Alice will wait for you in Fontaine. She even found a way for you to get here.

After tearful goodbye from Yoimiya and her father, you three, under protection of Itto and his gang, reached Ritou's Island.

Where Chiori was waiting for you.

"So, Creator want to capture three teens? How low Teyvat will sink, I wonder? Okay, kids, let's do some dress up."

🐄🐰 For the next few days, you, Kenji and Kyuoka, dressed in Fontaine clothes, were pissing as Chiori's workers, who were helping to get silk from Inazuma to Fontaine.

Trip were doing fine.

You were so close to getting home.

You just need to find Alice.

🐄🐰In her letter Alice mentioned, that she attends all performances in Opera House. Chiori managed to get tickets for three of you on one of it.

You three celebrated by going to the wilderness and having a picnic.

Unfortunately, Lyney and Lynette saw you three. And Demon Snow, who helped you to cut food. They knew what they must do. Father will be proud.

🐄🐰It happened one week ago. One week ago, when during the preference, Lyney and Lynette blew your cover. One week of captivity. One week of being separated from Kenji and Kyuoka. One week of Alice trying to get you out of captivity. One week of Chiori being under arrest.

You, tortured and bloodied, were standing before Ivory Throne. Lyney and Lynette were standing near Creator's throne. Gold medals were shining on their chests. Creator, your exact double, were grinning. They finally got you.

You heard the sounds of chains. You barely managed to make out Kyuoka's and Kenji's silhouettes.

Creator wanted to break them. Show your broken body.

Big mistake.

You heard screams. Sounds of stones crumbling.

Kenji's growling.

"I must help [Y/N]!"

Kyuoka's hissing.

"Demon Snow, destroy everyone, who hurt [Y/N]!"

You wanted home so bad. It was so wrong, to see Kyouka killing again. To see Kenji angry.

You wished, you three would be home.

Portal opened under your feet.

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👘🗡️🌂 Fukuzawa Yukichi and Koyouou Ozaki weren't sleeping. They were discussing, what they should do next, trying to find your three.

👘🗡️🌂 Their train of thoughts was interrupted by a loud rumbling, coming from the barn. It was loud enough to woke everyone's up.

👘🗡️🌂 In the barn were you three, and two strange people. Kyouka was holding her knife above Lynette, while Kenji was trying to throw a bolder at Lyney.

And you were laying on the floor. Wounded, but alive.

👘🗡️🌂 It took Dazai's nullification, Fukuzawa 'turning off' Kyouka's and Kenji's abilities, Fukuchi's and Tetchou's strength to drag Kyouka and Kenji from Lyney and Lynette.

They will be dealt later. Now, you three are main priority.

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👘🗡️🌂🐄🐰You three still were dealing with aftermath of Teyvat's events. You were guarding Kenji's and Kyouka's rooms at night. Kenji refused to eat. Kyouka was using Demon Snow to patrol the house. You three were now under Kunikida's watch. He was making sure, that you three were eating and sleeping. Fukuzawa and Koyouou were staying near. To console you, to protect you. They will make sure, that you will never need to be afraid of loosing your lives.

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Tag list: @withered-blossoms , @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz @c4xcocoa @vvyeislazzy @whisperingwinters

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau #bungou stray dogs au #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #platonic #sagau impostor au #imposter sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau #imposter au #Self-Aware Kenji Miyazawa #Self-Aware Kyouka Izumi

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luminecent-sky · 1 year

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How my sagau team would interact: Hyperbloom

Ah yes the team with the man i spent money on.... this man i swear.

Alright. Al haitham is main dps, shinobu is healer with Traveller and Xingqiu being sub dps.

A/n: just check the Zeph national post for Xingqiu's part

Tw: Yandere, mention of animal sacrifices in Shinobu's part

》 Al Haitham

The 11th to be bestowed with a golden star

He gets along quite nicely with everyone, their like a well oiled machine. On downtimes he talks with Xingqiu about various books mostly about the creator and her ideals, discussing various topics with Shinobu and asking the Traveller about the creator and their traits.

This man made me spend so much money... and i still don't have his weapon, crying rn. But i love him, hes my husband(real)

》About the creator: Sage of the divine

What do i think of their grace? Well from the short while ive been with her she is quite the artist. Had i known that i would be blessed by her after becoming the acting grand sage, i would have searched up all the known records the academiya has. Maybe i should ask the Traveller and Lesser Lord Kusanali for more information.

》About the creator: Facination

What's on the table? Well it's all the records and information we have on her grace. Being the Acting Grand Sage has its perks after all, anyways do you have some time to help me sift through these things? I need any and every bit of information you have on her. So that when she decends, we will be equipped to cater to her every desire.

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》Kuki Shinobu

Blessed by the creator

Despite no longer being a shrine maiden she still remembers the rituals and ceremonies held for the creator, often prays for herself and the arataki gang. She gets along well with the others and shares the information about various ceremonies held in Inazuma for the creator.

She's really fun to play tbh, im still building her but ther heals and electro make Al Haitham so effective.

》About the creator: Prayers to the divine

O- oh hey what's up did Itto amd the others cause trouble? Just checking up on me, alright i just finished praying to her grace. She's helped me and the gang in our toughest times, so i always give her my thanks.

》 About the creator: Ceremony

Lady Guuji, called for me the other day looks like she wants me to be apart of this celebration for her grace. Apparently since I'm one of her blessed. Lady Ayaka will lead the sacrifice because she is the main vessel of her grace, they've already picked out a sacrifice, a white rabbit and a snake. I hope their grace is happy with this.

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》 Lumine - The Traveller

Vassal of The Creator

Held in high regard by all the blessed for her connection to the creator. Everyone always gives their offerings to her in hopes of it reaching her grace. Gets along well with everyone, ever since she arrived in the land of Sumeru her grace has blessed her with more items.

Oh my beloved lumine, ever since dendro came out I've been using her more and more. She even tears the spiral abyss despite being half built along with the others.

》About the creator: Guide of the divine

Lumine: Hey paimon... do you think that their grace would still stay with us when she decends?

Paimon: Of course she would! Paimon knows where all the best food spots are in Teyvat!

Lumine: Well, she has people like Ayaka and Master Diluc who would let her stay.

Paimon: Well it doesn't matter! Because you and Paimon is the best guides in all of Teyvat!

Lumine: Alright Paimon.

》About the creator: Original

Paimon: Hey how many vassals does the creator have?

Lumine: If i remember correctly... She has 38 vassals right now.

Paimon: Does that include you and me?

Lumine: Well it includes me but it would be 39 if you were too.

Paimon: Yeah! we're like the original worshippers of the creator.... well maybe if you don't count Zhongli and the rest of the seven.

Lumine: Mhm, no one else can say otherwise.

Tagging:

@meimeimeirin

#sagau #tw yandere #genshin x reader #self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #writings from the cosmos: genshin

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pinkpinkstarlet · 2 months

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guys I have an idea for how it would got if house of mouse came back

@orchestra-of-demonic-screeching @champmorado @x0stormie0x @anemoia42 @thisismisogynoir

Imagine the house of mouse starting off with Mickey announcing to the gang that he’s rebooting the show, this time inviting not only the new Disney characters in store, but also the Pixar characters!

There’s the Toy Story gang, the Bug’s Life gang, Monster’s Inc., Finding Nemo, The Incredibles, Cars, and everyone else in the Pixar studio is invited to join this new show in the House of Mouse. The new Disney characters such as those from Wish, Encanto, Frozen, Tangled, Moana, etc is also invited.

That includes…the villains.

But we’ll get to them later.

anyways, Mickey and the gang feel overwhelmed with how many more guests there are now, with Mickey especially feeling like he isn’t doing enough and isn’t being grand enough for the “much more advanced and futuristic characters”. But Minnie reassures him and over time this inner conflict is resolved with great payoff. This will also connect with the second conflict of this:

The Pixar and Disney heroes not getting along. They have their tensions during the opening episode, but there’s a moment in the climax of it where they start arguing with each other about everything due to a big moment enacted by the villains.

Oh by the way, let me bring up those villains again!

Similar to ‘the House of Villains’, this time, The Evil Queen, Maleficent, Jafar, Chernabog along with Auto, Syndrome, Hopper, and Lotso lead the Disney and Pixar Villains into a total overthrowing of the house of mouse, getting all the protagonists kicked out while the antagonists and villains reign free in the house. We could have a little gag here where when the Disney villains are singing and they point to the Pixar villains, they just go “oh we don’t sing sorry lol” and they have an “ok whatever” moment and continue.

This makes the tensions between the Pixar and Disney characters that were previously established reach its peak. It starts off with one of the Disney characters saying that it was the Pixar characters’ fault for not stopping them since they’re so much more advanced than the Disney characters. It then blows off from there, and, at least for me, I’d wanna see a moment in this huge argument where someone shames mater for being just an idiot tow truck, with lightning defending his best friend by saying “oh so dopey and goofy are allowed to be silly but mater can’t? Give me a break!” Or maybe something where lightning or mater respond but this time making fun of the early disney princesses for just being damsels in distress who sing with animals, with the princesses gasping in shock and the sidekicks of snow, cinderella and aurora being like “how DARE you!” (Especially grumpy because. He’s Grumpy). You could only pick one to keep the consistency but both are funny ideas for this.

This argument ends abruptly with Mickey yelling “ENOUGH!” which leaves everyone silent. He starts talking about how all the fighting they’ve been having is not only pointless, but extremely damaging to any chances they have at taking back the house. He goes on saying that the Pixar and Disney villains were able to cooperate and they become stronger, and if the protagonists couldn’t do the same in time then they’d be letting the villains take over everyone’s worlds. The other Pixar characters such as (but not limited to) woody and buzz join in as well as other Disney characters talking about their stories and how they’ve had to grow to understand others to get to their goals and more importantly to not let evil prevail. There’s a little heart to heart before Carl from Up interrupts saying “well, how are we gonna defeat them together? We can’t just believe in the power of friendship to do this!” and then Mickey gets an idea. And the training montage starts.

Mickey and his gang along with Woody and his gang of friends are the leaders of the operation, and they decide to use the magic of Disney and the technology of Pixar and mix them together. Thinking of Antonio from encanto leading the bug’s life characters into battle, miguel and moana getting an epic team up with maui as they fight against tamatoa, and some other cool stuff with other characters but the thing that I’m thinking about the most (because I’m a die hard cars fan and since this probably won’t happen I don’t have to worry about the other characters) is the idea of LIGHTNING MCQUEEN MATER AND THE OTHER CARS CHARACTERS DRIVING WITH TINKERBELL’S PIXIE DUST. LIKE IMAGINE LIGHTNING ZOOMING BY AND ABSOLUTELY BESTING CHICK IN A RACE WHILE FLYING WITH TINK’S PIXIE DUST AND MATER BEATING UP THE LEMONS WHILE A BUNCH OF GLITTER IS EMITTING FROM HIM OMGGG

Also like tinker bell teaching them how to control themselves while flying with her little bell voice and them learning how to steer and stuff and lightning stumbling a bit in the beginning omggg

but the final act comes from sorcerer Mickey. There’s a moment where the villains are weakened where Maleficent decides to transforms into her dragon form as a way to finish the battle quickly. Mickey shows up in his wizard attire and they go in a final battle which ends with Mickey winning, and saying that the villains are allowed in the house of mouse, but ONLY if they don’t pull a stunt like that again, which they reluctantly agree to.

This ends the opening episode for the new house of mouse, and with the heroes from Pixar and Disney being closer now.

Now here’s some ideas for other episodes in this new house of mouse. Keep in mind this is all cars related because I am a massive fan of cars, and I’m not really thinking of the other franchises for this as it probably is not gonna happen. If you have any ideas for the other characters though, feel free to share them in the notes!

here’s the first idea:

Lightning and Mater enter the house of mouse, with lightning talking about how great Cruz has been in training and in her races, as well as both of them just being glad that they’ve found the time to be in the house of mouse again. But then, we focus our attention to the evil queen from Snow White, who has a new magic mirror after her old one quit to work as Walt Disney’s co-host (my headcanon btw LMAO). She asks her iconic question and it shows that MATER is the fairest now, due to his naturally optimistic and kind personality and how everyone enjoys his company. She then decides to try and kill mater, first using some poisoned gas to try and kill him. Lightning, who knows exactly what’s going on, kicks the can of gas away before mater can consume it. We get a whole montage of the evil queen in her hag form trying numerous ways to kill mater but failing as the episode progresses while the different cartoons are played, only with the hag having a breakdown after not being able to kill him. Mater asks what’s wrong and the queen replies saying that she just wanted to be the fairest in the land, which mater says he can help with, since “that’s what a tow truck does!” The episode ends off on a comedic note, kind of similar to that one 2013 Mickey Mouse cartoon short, where despite still being an ugly hag, the queen is much happier than she was before, and mater being proud of himself for helping someone out (while lightning is slightly uncomfortable but still happy for his best friend).

now here’s the second one:

Here we have lightning and mater in the house of mouse again, this time with lightning remarking that he hasn’t been spending much time with Sally, especially since he’s started training cruz. He goes to look for her with mater only to find her hanging out with…the Disney villains! She’s seen sitting at a table and laughing with all the female Disney villains, such as Maleficent, lady Tremaine, cruella, madame Medusa, the evil queen, and more. Lightning shows up to the table asking her why she’s hanging out with the villains of all people, with her replying that yeah sure they may be a bit eccentric, but they’re actually fun to hang around. The episode progresses with this conflict and Lightning realizes that because he has been neglecting time with Sally, she actually feels a little hurt because of it, even though she knows racing means a lot to him. Lightning convinces Sally to not hang with the villains and apologizes to her for not giving enough love to her, which Sally forgives him for. This one isn’t as strong in my head as the first one but if I think it through it can be decent.

hope yall liked this train wreck of a post though! I might add more who knows lol

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bronx-bomber87 · 11 months

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Mid Week Review. Was able to watch the ep last night and jot down my thoughts. After this one only have 5 left in S1. Wild. Off we go.

1x15 Manhunt

The cold open is too funny. The "commercial" is hilarious LOL Poor Lucy struggled the most in it with her lines. They all find out they were pranked and it wasn't real. Lucy looking back and getting that reaction from Tim. I am dying haha Lucy is so embarrassed and slightly mortified. Not Tim he’s having a good time with this haha

Once again enjoying himself far too much at her displeasure hehe Who is this man? Not the Tim she had in very beginning that's for sure. Making jokes, being a goober, and laughing with the other T.O.'s having a grand old time. She really did this to herself ha I love it so much. I mean look at this man and his beautiful smile. He is having a blast and it shows. Truly a wonder to behold I gotta say.

Ep kicks off strong. There is a prison escape from a transport bus so Tim and Lucy are on the hunt. They round up one guy right away. Make quite the entrance saying there is only 6 left. I love this shot for the height difference between them. Always loved their tall/small thing. Makes me happy. I can't really explain why other than it does.

Afterwards they are assigned inside the search grid canvassing neighborhoods and such. Telling people who are out to stay indoors for now. They run into a little neighborhood militia not long after. They say they’re defending their neighborhood. The body language they both give to these dopes LOL. It's too damn good. If they could eye roll any harder with how they react to them they would haha These idiots try and do a citizens arrest for a gardener. Tim and Lucy both lay into them like a tag team. Getting them to back off and beat it. So fun to watch honestly.

Tim ends it with telling them if they see them out again they’ll get arrested. Cracks me up Lucy calls him on what the codes he used to scare them. She just can't help herself. Tim making jokes and being a sassy pants with her I adore it. Her little smile at him when he says ‘They don’t know that.’ it’s a theme in this one for Lucy. Just looking at Tim with smiles/heart eyes. I’m here for it.

Feds are involved much to Tim's dismay. Using their tactics to locate the remaining escaped prisoners. Everyone splits off after their debrief with them. Lucy and Tim go back to station to meet up with an informant of Tim’s. Says he'll know about one of the escaped convicts. Used to be in the gang the 54 who this prisoner is currently affiliated with. As they're walking up to meet his informant Lucy is asking about predictive analytics. It was brought up earlier in their meeting and Tim disagreed with its method.

So of course Lucy is going to probe more about it. Tim explains how it’s not as good as hitting the streets. That Feds rather use a computer than scuff their loafers. He’s so passionate about what he does and how he does things in patrol. Just look at her face above while he’s explaining why his way better than the fed's computer. She knows it’s something he’ll fiercely defend. Something he takes seriously and a little personally.

It’s why when Lucy tries to play devils advocate on the subject he asks her who’s side she’s on? Clearly not pleased with her defending this computer vs what he considers real police work. Lucy has learned where to pick her battles with Tim. She knows when to push something and when not to. This was not one of them. Lucy is adorable and says she didn’t know there were sides...but she’s on his definitely his LOL damn they cute.

Lucy instantly likes Deacon because he’s apart of Tim’s past. Something she has very little insight into other than Isabel. So she’s all over it when Deacon tells her he knew Tim when he was a rookie. Tim isn't loving this conversation. Its like the sign at the zoo. 'Don't feed the animals.' How Tim is feeling with this interaction haha He's putting up a sign says 'Don't feed Lucy details.' haha Deacon tells Tim that he likes her. Tim rolls his eyes and says he’s ‘Thrilled.’ You know you are sir. He’s proud of Lucy and the fact she's his rookie. Don't lie Timothy. Deacon continues by saying every time he see's Tim it's like a time machine for him.

I do adore Tim’s reaction when Deacon says only thing that's changed is the lines on his face. He's slightly offended by this. I love the way he looks at Lucy. Like checking in she still thinks he’s a handsome man. It’s ok love, you very much are. Just look at the heart eyes she’s giving you. Case and point above and below.

Also Lucy, girl you are at work. Put those things away madam haha She’s as transparent as glass and makes my heart happy. If her goal is to hide her attraction/admiration she is failing pretty hard lmao Like an open book this one. I do think she is really enjoying this guy razzing him so much. Just like Tim at the beginning of the episode she is relishing in his discomfort. What a pair these two.

Tim has a small talk with Angela before they leave. Asking if he’s changed at all since she’s met him. He's clearly more shaken up from his convo with Deacon then he originally lead on. Angela makes a crack and says he’s gotten more annoying. Ha poor Tim. He asks her to be more serious. She replies the Isabel situation changed him. He asks her if its for the better or not? Breaks my heart he doesn’t see the changes in himself. But he is seeing/sensing he needs to change something up though. Angela's reply to this all is the best part. This line right here is my fav of the scene.

Since he met Lucy Chen, Angela. Ever since he met her. Does things he never did before. Like this introspection. Before he would've shrugged that convo off. Buried it deep inside like he did everything else before. Put it in a little box never to be opened again. With her influence in his life he takes that convo little more to heart. Tim has no idea the amount he’s changed just from knowing her. The small things that if you’re not paying attention you’d miss. S1 has been incredible growth for his character.

I do love Angela's last shot at him as Tim and Lucy are leaving. That sweet little smile he gives when he hears Angela’s reply. I’ve always loved their friendship. She truly is one of his best friends. This scene is a good display of that. Of them being close. Being serious when needed but mainly giving each other shit haha Lucy looks confused but not unhappy he’s happy.

Tim and Lucy arrive at the house of Tim's informant. He’s currently protecting the prisoner they talked about. Unfortunately the gang he’s pissed off is waiting for them upon arrival. Nolan’s situation with his fugitive has taken most of their resources. So it’s just them against a whole gang to protect his informant and the prisoner. Lucy starts to get nervous when the gang begins wrecking their shop. Tim makes a joke it'll be a lot of paperwork for her. Lucy doesn't bite at the joke. You can see how nervous she is. She asks if at some point they give the 54 what they want. Weighing one life against the lives of many. Do they need to make that hard call?

Tim's reply is excellent. That strong sense of justice shining through in this moment. He can see Lucy isn't comfortable with their odds at all. Has to remind her like he did back in 1x11. That this is their job. What they signed up for. He's doing what he does best with her. Being her pillar while also injecting logic into the scenario they are currently in. He can sense her unease and is trying to alleviate it.

What I love most about this scene is Tim’s moral compass and bravery. It’s something Lucy most definitely likes as well. Also what she needs at this point in time. She's in awe of him when she says You’re willing to die for that guy? It’s in her inflection. She’s so impressed he would be willing to lay down his life for him. His reply to her cements this even further. The way he delivers his line. Phew lord. I think Lucy just fell a little more in love with him right here. She already been giving him heart eyes all day. This increased them ten fold. The way he stands up and lets Lucy see that confidence. How he refuses to let the 54 shake his resolve. He won’t let fear dictate what he knows is right.

The awe struck wonder in her eyes for him. My goodness. Earlier Angela brought up how Tim has grown since Isabel. This is further proof of that. He won’t ever allow fear to let him do something he would be ashamed of in the light of day. Amazing how much he's grown since that moment in 1x07. When his moral compass is on fire like it is right now, I think Lucy’s respect/admiration (and honestly her attraction) grows the most for Tim.

She’s getting a peak into Tim at his core. Who he is as a person. You can tell she very much likes what she sees. Nothing more attractive than a man with a plan and strong in his convictions IMO. Also who is confident in what he’s doing. Lucy needs to see that right now as she is rattled by the uneven numbers in their situation.

Deacon decides to go out and talk to them. They start to beat him up. Tim tells Lucy to stay inside. To protect their prisoner at all costs no matter what happens to him. Tim goes out to reason with the gang. To take the heat off Deacon and onto himself. Eventually the calvary shows up for them. Tim gets to look like a bad ass when they do. The way he says he’s never alone or out numbered. *fans self* always love me some confident Tim. I’ll take that all damn day.

This look between them speaks volumes. It shows the trust and bond that’s been built between them. She was worried and rightfully so but he kept her calm. He was steadfast for them both and she trusted in that. Leaned on him. She knew he would get them out of this situation and he did. That nod of his is Tim’s way of acknowledging all that. Thanking her for trusting him. That beautiful unspoken connection is on full display in this moment. Lucy is beaming from that nod. I love them so much. The ep ends for them there as far as scenes together go.

Tim's final scene is in Grey's office. That introspection Tim does leads him to decide to go for Sergeant. Says he's ready to take that next step. Grey asks what took him so long haha Lets him know it's going to require a lot of studying to prep. I LOVE this. We all know what moment this leads to. The impact Lucy has on his life is so immense. Lead him down this path. Makes me happy.

Always thank you all for your likes/comments/reblogs. These reviews are so fun for me to do. Even more so knowing others are enjoying it as well. See you all in 1x16 :)

#Caitlin rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #summer rewatch #waiting on s6 #s1 #1x15 Manhunt #the rookie #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #otp: doing my job #tim bradford x lucy chen

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gingerbreadmonsters · 3 months

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peckish

or: darling, we've got company for dinner.

gn!reader, MASSIVE warnings for gore and cannibalism, ooey-gooey domestic bliss meets serial killer heaven. apologies to everyone who's new around here - i have to keep the property prices low somehow, you know? much love to the discord gang, the real heroes of the nightmare suburbia that is this fic. the spaghetti scene from lady and the tramp but make it monstrous. warden bobbing for adam's apples in just over 4400 words.

one more time so i know you heard me: warnings for cannibalism, heavy blood and gore, extended discussion of serial killing and murder, death and dead bodies, and emetophobia.

this fic contains graphic content that may not be suitable or appropriate for readers under the age of 18. reader discretion is heavily advised. dead dove: do not eat. as always, i encourage you to stop reading at any point if you feel as though you may become uncomfortable or upset. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. thank you.

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Say what you will about Vega, he’s never fancied himself the type to settle down.

Settling down sounds boring, don't you think? It sounds like something dull and mundane, the rhythmic repetition of ordinary life. Wearing away at the facets of the mind, a stone washed and tumbled in the river, worn smooth and utterly featureless. Wasteful.

It’s not really the sort of thing he'd ever thought he'd want for himself, and besides, it's not really something demons do. Especially not when they're as old as him, and with such grand ambitions. You don't fracture universes and topple gods from a three-bed two-bath in the middle of nowhere.

Aria has no real equivalent, and the thought of a demon chaining themselves to the monotony of indefinite life in Elegy… it’s so awful that it doesn’t even bear thinking about.

A garage and a garden and a pool, a barbecue and a picket fence and two and a half kids. All these useless things that humans seem to obsess over - filling their lives with the inane clutter of their shallow world, lulled into the background of their own existence by the weight of their own avarice. Self-soothing. The closest he’s ever got to a gated community is a maximum-security prison, and neither are places that he’s particularly enthusiastic about seeing the inside of ever again.

The concept of suburbia is very, very human. Vega is not.

Oh, my.

Ah, well. Best laid plans and all that.

Having fun there, darling?

He laughs at your enthusiastic thumbs up, gaze lingering on the thick smear of blood that trails across your jaw, dripping down the side of your throat, threatening to soak into the collar of your shirt. It looks like you’re nodding as well, but from this angle it’s hard to tell - sort-of crouched but almost lying flat, sprawled across the living room carpet in front of him as he sits back in the chair.

He’s strangely reminded of a pet - maybe one of those little puppy dogs he’s seen humans walking around with, shaking its toy from side to side in its mouth. Cute.

You sit up with a gasp, lips glossy with spit and blood, delicate tendons snapping across your fangs as you tear yourself away. Fuck, you look good, eyes black with pleasure as your fangs flash in the soft sunlight, biting, chewing, ripping…

Did y-

Ah, ah. The tip of his tail flicks forwards to point accusingly at you in mocking disapproval. What have we said about talking with your mouth full?

That I’ll choke, you grumble, clumsily wiping blood from your cheeks and greedily licking it into your already-full mouth. Like you’ve ever been sad when I do that.

He shrugs, smirk pulling at his lips as you glare up at him. What can I say? It’s less fun when I’m not involved.

Chastened, if far from chaste - you scowl, even as your tail betrays you, swishing back and forth across the carpet behind you in gluttonous delight. The sound of your chewing fills the room, loud and delightfully sticky, and he watches all the lovely muscles in your throat flex as you swallow, again and again.

Sighing quietly in pleasure at the taste, licking your messy fingers and letting them go with a pop, shiny and clean. His little hedonist.

Mind if I…? When you’ve finished your mouthful, you gesture down in front of you with your tail. It’s really nice.

Asking for another go, like you need his permission. You really are sweet, aren’t you? He leans forward to hold your chin in one hand, carefully picking a stray piece of flesh from between your front teeth with the tips of his claws, before settling back into his chair and popping it in his mouth.

Of course, he replies, smiling indulgently as you eagerly bury your face back into the corpse’s throat for seconds. Eat up, my love.

The bright sound of tearing flesh fills the room again, sloppy and wet as you hungrily slurp blood into your mouth like a baby vampire, puncture marks littering the skin where your claws have dug too deep in your excitement. You’re just so adorable, curled over the body in the living room, elbow deep in gore and occasionally lifting your head to spit out a particularly sharp chunk of bone.

Munching away at your prize, shredded skin caught in your teeth. At this rate, you’ll have stripped the flesh entirely by dinnertime.

Drink?

You glance up at him inquisitively, still up to your nose in the human’s throat, and he knows that look. This should be fun. And anyway, it would be rude to refuse his pretty darling anything, wouldn’t it?

Oh, if you insist.

Gracefully, he slides out of the armchair and kneels on the opposite side of the corpse, mouth already watering in anticipation. You don’t seem to care much for grace at all, though - happily, you twist your fingers into his hair and pull him into a kiss, sharing your blissful mouthful of blood with a delighted sigh.

It’s dark and rich on his tongue, mixing with the familiar flavour of your kisses, and he laughs quietly in your mind as he feels you smile, the satisfaction of your full stomach mixing with the electric spark of his fangs digging into your lip.

It’s something of a double-edged sword, if he’s honest. Blood pours from your mouth as you grin, and he’s smiling too hard to really stop it, splattering all over your front, his hands, and the body on the floor between you. Your kisses get shallower and shallower, but no less hungry, until you’re practically licking at his face like an animal, desperate for the taste of the blood that coats his lips and his chin.

Obviously, he lets you. You’re having fun, and it’s very cute.

Definitely a puppy, he thinks.

Hmm? You’ve turned your attention back to your meal, scooping blood into your mouth with one hand as the other prepares to crack open the chest cavity. He prefers the softness of the stomach, the richness of the guts and the kidneys, but you do so love the challenge of the ribcage - the sweet lungs and heart and liver, waiting to be devoured. What did you say?

Oh, nothing, darling, he replies. Bones crunching, skin splitting, and Vega watches proudly as you crawl on top of the corpse, greedily burying your face in the split ribs and groaning in delight. Nothing at all.

The bloodstain on the cream-coloured carpet grows slowly but steadily around you as you feast, while he sits back up in the armchair and picks up the television remote. There’s a documentary programme this afternoon about one of his past experiments, and he’s curious to see what they make of it.

Long fingers pressing the little buttons, careful to keep his claws out of the way so as not to accidentally tear the rubber. The channels flick past, brief glimpses of other shows flashing on the screen before being replaced by another.

Learning how to use this stupid little controller had been very bizarre for him and you - it runs on electricity, with no magic at all, and manipulating the television with magic is really very difficult without making it catch fire. It’s not built to accommodate magical energy inside it, so you’d both had to just deal with the learning curve and figure out how to make it give you the programme you want.

According to you, it had been exactly the same when you had to learn to use a computer and a walkie-talkie at DUMP, so it had taken you a frustratingly short amount of time to figure it out. He’d been forced to ask you for help more than once, which had admittedly grated on him a little, but it hadn’t been all that bad. You’d been far too distracted by your reward to gloat, in any case.

(Demons might not need to sleep, per se, but he’d certainly tired you out, poor thing. Soundproof wards are such a wonderful thing.)

Finally, he finds the right channel, garish adverts splashed across the screen before the programme starts. A disembodied human voice twitters blithely about some product or other it's trying to sell - some sort of little rectangular pills? - but he’s not really paying attention.

Neither are you, to be fair. Drenched in blood from horns to tail, you’ve moved on to the trachea, chewing away at the meat and sucking the cartilage clean before arranging it in a little pile next to you. There’s about seven or eight of the little C-shaped rings so far, and he smiles as you spit another one into your palm and add it to the collection.

Quietly, he makes one of those thin cardboard boxes out of magic, the red-and-white striped ones you insist on having when you watch films, and scoops the dripping stack of cartilage inside with a touch of psychokinesis. If you’re allowed to have a mid-afternoon snack, then so is he.

Music starts playing from the television, and he settles back into the armchair as the documentary finally begins. Shaky, poorly lit videos of gore-spattered - and clearly fake, just look at that awful artificial blood - crime scenes play under dramatic readings of newspaper headlines, and it's all very melodramatic.

To be perfectly honest, they're exaggerating a little. Or perhaps it’s more that whatever unempowered police force was wheeled out to investigate was absolutely terrible at their job. He’d been proud of this particular protégé, but he hadn't been that good. The kills were enthusiastic but rather sloppy, so although Vega had eaten well at every crime scene, the whole affair had been considerably more risky than it needed to be.

Humans simply suffer from a tremendous belief in their own immunity to wickedness - contrary to popular belief, it doesn’t take much to turn a human into a serial killer, especially not when you have as much practice as he does. To make a good serial killer is a little harder, but not impossible.

They need an affinity for death, obviously, and a fascination with their own mortality is always helpful. Manual dexterity is useful but can be cultivated, and depending on the method of killing, physical strength can be a bonus as well. Cleverness is appreciated, as is a propensity for lying.

But most of all, they need to love killing, the thrill of the hunt - their god must become murder, their worship becomes the unique pleasures of the kill. And make no mistake, pleasures is absolutely correct. You’d told him about some human saying or other - love your job, and you’ll never work a day in your life, and he really couldn’t agree more.

If you’re not having fun, you’re doing it wrong. The word spree sounds so joyful, don’t you think?

Now they’re playing a video of some armchair psychologist, ruminating about childhood factors and underlying conditions, and it’s almost ridiculous how wrong they are. Which, to be fair, is probably not their fault. If these unempowered humans had jumped to the conclusion that the man’s motivation for killing was an invisible demon secretly talking in his brain and persuading him to commit murders, in order to create the sadistic energy that the demon needed to eat to survive, it would probably speak more to their own conspiratorial leanings than his own breaking of covert.

Humans love to try and explain things they don’t understand. Trauma? Hardly. Neglect? Please. Illness? Well, now you’re just making him laugh. A child could figure out that there hadn’t been anything wrong with the man. He’d been perfectly sane before Vega got involved.

The screen shifts to a woman walking around in a street he vaguely recognises, talking about the life of the first victim - well, the one she thinks was the first, anyway - and he watches in amusement at the stilted story these ‘investigators’ have sewn together. Some things are right, but most things aren’t, and it’s admittedly quite funny to see how badly they’ve put everything together. Can’t anyone tell the difference between a carving knife and a chef’s knife anymore?

Idly, he curls the spade of his tail around into his snack box, picks up a loop of cartilage, and pops it into his mouth. Yum. Chewy.

After a little while, the programme cuts away to an advertisement break, and he sighs in disappointment as the narration about entry and exit wounds is interrupted by an advert for furniture sets. He takes a minute to sit up and stretch, noting the progress you’ve made on your little meal with pride.

The chest cavity is almost entirely empty of its organs, only the shredded remains of the diaphragm left in the space where the lungs used to sit, bitemarks in the muscle that’s been almost entirely torn away. Chunks of half-chewed fat have been spat out onto the carpet, but he’s pleased to see that you’ve eaten most of the alveoli - you can’t stand the taste of cigarettes, so he’d been careful to get you one that wasn’t a smoker.

Speaking of your eating habits, your initial frenzy seems to have worn off a little. The ends of most of the ribs have been shattered, clear dents in the bone where you’ve had to chew a little harder to get at the delicious marrow inside, others ripped out of the body entirely in your enthusiasm.

You must have got overexcited and tired yourself out, though - now you’re lying on the carpet next to the body, gnawing slowly at the wrist and slurping out the blood that’s still left in the muscle tissue. How unusual. Normally, you’d finish off a few more of the major organs before switching to one of the limbs.

Full up already, dear?

He’s expecting you to laugh, or at least bare your teeth at him, but instead you just groan weakly in response, squeezing your eyes shut. A painful stab of worry blooms in his aura, first like a needle, then like a knife - in a second, he’s leaning forward out of his chair, examining your body for injuries.

What’s wrong? What is it? You’ve been right here in front of him the whole time - fuck, what did he miss? The ward around the house pulses as he checks it, but it’s just as strong as ever. Magic builds in his core, power cracking and sparking beneath his simulated skin in an instant, needing to shield you, hold you, protect you-

Tummy ache. Hurts.

Belatedly, he notices your free hand rubbing little circles over your stomach, tail flicking in agitation as the balance of magic in the room tilts and sways around you. Oh.

Again? Relieved, he relaxes slightly, although it’s surprisingly difficult to let the magic go that easily. Darling, I told you last time, you ca-

I was hungry!

And you’ll be sick, if you’re not careful!

Will not, you huff, through a big gulp of blood. Got rid of it.

He has to fight not to smile at your adorable petulant expression, fangs buried in the forearm of a corpse. You’re so precious. Got rid of what, hm?

Gag reflex, you reply proudly. Finally found out what it was.

So that’s why… he muses, head tipping to the side as he looks down at you. I see.

Of course! That’s why you’d felt so awful last time he’d brought you a corpse. How could he have missed it?

You’d eaten so fast that you’d made yourself sick, looking up at him in alarm as your body revolted against you, before turning to the side and vomiting all over the kitchen floor. Neither of you had known what was going on - you’d both seen it happen to humans before, but never to demons.

Poor thing, you’d been petrified, sobbing and wailing in his arms as your body convulsed against your will. He’d been afraid as well - reflexively, he’d poured a panicked wave of magic into you, searching for the problem, but hadn’t found anything. If it wasn’t something magical, what could it have been - what could possibly have hurt you?

His body doesn’t have a gag reflex, but yours does - well, did. Most demons give themselves lungs and vocal cords, at the very least, when they come to Elegy. It makes it easier to fake breathing, and it’s more convenient than manually using magic every time if you need to speak aloud to humans - you’d got into the habit when you were at the Department, and you’d grown used to the weight of having organs inside you. Apparently, it’s comforting.

Vega?

He rarely bothers with having any physical internal systems, seeing as he only ever uses telepathy. If he ever needs to eat anything, he just lets it dissolve into magic inside him straight away - but you’ve told him that you like the feeling of having a pleasantly full stomach after a meal, so you wait until then to let it be broken down by the magic that fills your form. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you might have accidentally given yourself a gag reflex without realising.

Hold on. If you’ve had that sitting in the back of your throat the whole time, how come he’s never accidentally triggered it when y-

Vega!

Startled out of his thoughts, he looks down to see you pointing the tip of your tail towards the television. Your programme’s on again.

Oh - oh, yes. Thank you.

He sits back in the chair again, but his mind is elsewhere, one eye on the documentary and one eye on you. The amateur crime scene analysis doesn't interest him as much as you do, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and frowning when you realise that you’re only making it worse - your entire upper body is covered in blood and viscera, slightly tacky as it dries, and all you’re doing is rearranging it slightly.

Absentmindedly, he swallows. Oh, he’s going to enjoy cleaning you up.

It looks like you’re feeling a little more settled, or at least you’ve stopped caring if your stomach hurts. The voice on the television explains something about declassified documents as you grab the body by the shoulders and start shuffling backwards across the carpet, dragging it closer to the chair he’s sitting in.

Going somewhere?

You don’t reply, dumping your prize on the floor between his feet, before leaning your weight against his legs and flopping down across his lap. Luckily, long experience with your little habit kicks in - he leans back just in time to avoid your horns stabbing him in the stomach, lifting his hands out of his lap so they’re not in your way, replacing them lightly on top of your head.

Is this about the really old one, again?

He strokes one of your horns with one hand as you wriggle around on the floor, getting comfortable as you turn your face to the screen. There’s a quiet burst of magic as you think about reaching for the beanbag over by the coffee table, but at the last minute you go for the blanket lying over the back of the sofa instead, floating it over so you’ve got something a bit more comfortable to sit on.

No, that was last week’s programme, he replies. This one was only a few decades ago.

Your eyes narrow, gazing at the replica weapons onscreen. Really? That stuff looks pretty old.

No, no. It can’t have been more than fifty or sixty years…

Has it really been that long? It feels like only yesterday he’d been standing over the man as he stared down at his very first victim on the floor, shuddering with murderous ecstasy, laughing to himself as Vega drank in the delicious bitterness of his cruelty. How hungry they’d both been for him to draw blood - quite literally, in Vega’s case. How thrilling it had been when all that careful planning finally bore fruit, blossoming and blooming with each stroke of the knife, sweet and tart on his astral tongue.

Ah, time flies when you’re having fun. Upon reflection, maybe it’s been longer than he thought.

Hm. Perhaps you’re right. But only a century at most, I’m certain.

Apparently satisfied with that, you settle down against him to watch properly, draped against his legs all warm and happy. He relaxes too, absentmindedly stroking his claws over your shoulders and the back of your neck. It’s nice. Soothing, and he can feel that you like it too.

The documentary keeps going. After a few minutes, he hears something sticky from the floor next to you, like something soft and wet being pulled free. Then it happens again, and he feels your cheek start to move where it’s pressed against his leg.

Mm, thank you.

He takes the offered eyeball with a smile, plucking it out of your hand and putting it in his mouth. It bursts satisfyingly between his teeth, the sensation of it splitting making something thrum in pleasure deep in his mind as he savours the light flavour of the clear juice. Both of you like the eyes, refreshing and succulent, so you always make sure to share.

In return, he tips the box of cartilage towards you, but you turn your nose away with a huff. Not in the mood, it seems. Very well.

There’s about three-quarters of an hour left of the programme, and it passes in companionable silence, broken only by his quiet chewing and the slow swish of your tail over the bloodied carpet. Naturally, the humans who made this particular documentary don’t come to any new conclusions, but their outlandish theorising is amusing enough. If he’s honest, it’s starting to make him miss the whole routine - if there’s time over the next few months, he really ought to start getting back into serial killers. They’re the best kind of pet, once you’ve trained them well enough.

(Well, other than you, of course. But that’s a different matter entirely.)

It’s just getting to the end, credits music already beginning to play, when he feels it. Your claw digging into his side, the beginnings of a whine echoing faintly in his mind. He looks down to see you looking pitifully down at the body next to you, tail half-heartedly digging into one of the empty eye sockets. A pleading flash of an image rushes through his head - bone crunching and cracking, a spray of juice splattered across the carpet, the mouthwatering insides revealed.

Already? he laughs, even though he’s already moving to balance his foot on top of the corpse. Whatever happened to your tummy ache, darling?

You stick your tongue out lazily at him, delightfully long in comparison to your relatively human proportions. Hungry. Open it.

Oh, he really has to fight back the swell of affection that blooms in his aura - it’s so precious, when you try to boss him around. Like a little cat, climbing all over him like he’s a toy, sitting by your empty dish and yowling for your dinner like he’s not the one that fed you twenty minutes ago.

Alright, alright. Whatever you say, dear.

Well, it’s not exactly how he’d imagined spending his Saturday afternoons, all those years ago. If past-him could only see the blandly-decorated living room he’s settled in, the neatly-manicured garden outside the window, the mindless television filling the room with noise. Oh, he’d be furious - seething with rage at the adoring gaze future-him gives his demonic darling, form blurring with hatred at the sight of the ring sitting on his future finger. Everything he thought he’d hate forever, imprisoned in the trappings of this pseudo-human life.

He presses down a little bit harder, then harder still - until there’s a sharp crunch, and his foot meets the floor.

Ah, ah, he says as you lean eagerly forward, catching the collar of your shirt with one hand to pull you back, and then your horn with the other when you try to phase through the shirt. What do we say?

Huffily, you roll your eyes at him, but he can feel that you don’t really mean it. Hmph.

He pretends to look thoughtful, tapping his chin with the spade of his tail, and generously not mentioning that yes, he can see the gesture your hand is making at him from here. No, that wasn’t it…

Your bloodsoaked face, adorably grumpy as you try to squirm free of his grip. Magic fizzles between you, sparking off his skin, but he’s too strong - his hand keeps you upright even as you slump in defeat, baring your fangs up at him momentarily before thinking better of it.

Thanks, you mutter, like his demonic hearing won’t catch it. Sweet victory.

It’s tempting to feign deafness and make you say it again, but it’s fine. Truth be told, the sight on the floor by his feet is making his mouth water as well. And anyway, he’s more than happy to make you pay for your little bout of insolence later. He’ll get his revenge before long - you’re always more than glad to give it to him, again and again and again…

You’re very welcome, my love, he murmurs fondly, but doesn’t let go of your horn. Confused, you peer up at him as he tips your head back, his tail sneaking around your waist, his free hand reaching down to dig his claws into the mess between his feet.

An ordinary life is the bane of a demon’s existence. It’s the refusal of the call, trading the mythical powers and unlimited secrets of the universe for a playroom and a picket fence. There’s so much more to eternity than a 9 to 5 and two weeks’ holiday every year, and it doesn’t make sense. How could anyone willingly numb their mind like this, give up everything that makes existence worth having in exchange for something so - so boring?

Vega grins, lifting his hand to your lips, and your gaze fixes on the shiny, dripping mess of brains and blood that fills his palm. Gore trickles down his wrist, dripping onto what used to be a cream-coloured carpet, and he licks his fangs as he catches sight of the teardrop-shaped diamond on your finger, tacky with blood.

Nothing, nothing, a head full of dust. Human life is everything a demon should despise.

Oh, well.

Open wide, darling, he sings, and your black eyes sparkle with delight.

Maybe suburbia isn’t that bad, after all.

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bonefall · 8 months

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You've single handedly dragged me back into the warriors fandom with your warriors overhaul and as a consequence I've been dragged back to my ocs, so I decided to give clanmew names a whirl for the biggest one I've got, sheepstrike!

During a particularly hard leafbare, the prey in the moors wasn't enough to sustain windclan, leading to a starvation event similar to the great hunger seen in goosefeathers curse. With many of the weaker cats already having died, the clan was growing desperate, and a then generically named curlyfur (fofwarrlfaf, curled fur, named for a curly fur genetic mutation) stepped up with a risky plan: sneak into the twoleg farm and steal one of the sheep once they were let out in the fields. While the clan cats would normally not do something to potentially provoke the twolegs, at this point they were desperate enough to try, which lead to an eventually successful raid. While the raid was a group effort, the windclan cats attributed their survival to the cat who came up with the daring plan. Curlyfur was then given the honor title Sheepstrike, which I've translated as baabakorren, baa meaning sheep and bakorren meaning to use/make use of. While her original name focused more on the actual acquisition of the sheep, her clanmew translation ended up focusing more on the use of the body, as the sheep not only fed the clan but also kept them warm with the use of its wool, and gave them materials to make future tools with the use of its bones.

Her name would have been easier to translate, but I took it a step further and decided to try and keep the alliteration as a fun little challenge. Maybe it's a fun little naming quirk of the windclan leader? Who knows? All I know is I made things needlessly difficult shuffling through the clanmew lexicon finding any verb that started with the letter b and shoving it against baa to see if it fit.

(I also gave naming her littermate Cornflower a whirl and ended up with Mooheqmwaron, mooheq meaning corn and mwaron meaning bloomed. As a young kit and apprentice cornpaw was rather skittish, but after a bit of socializing she grew into quite the social butterfly, becoming a popular figure at gatherings. The prefix corn was used because of her yellow coat color and her clans close location to a farm, and the suffix flower/bloomed was used in reference to the fact that she grew into herself and metaphorically became a bright and beautiful flower. Her original name is also a bit of a fun jab at cornflour, since I picture her having a grand old time with kitchen duty, specifically the baking of tunnelbuns)

If people keep sharing cool OCs that draw inspiration from BB, I'm going to have to find some way to boost them. Some people understand the assignment and absolutely knock it out of the park!

Speaking of sheep-killing... I am actually planning a minor subplot in BB!DOTC relating to sheep. I think I may have mentioned it in passing at some point, but in a nutshell, there's a point after the formation of ThunderClan where Thunder Storm and the Gang are negotiating with the River Kingdom, Shadow's Clan, and the Wind Coalition.

To stay on their good side, the Wind Coalition employs them for a while to teach them the secret of killing sheep, something that Tribe cats know how to do. But they quickly find out that the reason the Wind's Runner sent them to do this isn't because they're better at killing sheep, but because there is a vicious collie and she wants to see what they do with a sudden challenge.

As a result of what happens here, sheep become much more closely managed and killing them becomes too hard to do casually for future generations. WindClan also carries an important cultural memory from the event; that stealing from humans means more dogs on the moor.

(Also the border collie's name is Hamish, for no particular reason. I just think it's a cute name.)

But anyway! Onto some new words for you!

The word "mooheq" is actually made during the Sundrown Patrol! Corn was only 'discovered' and named after the Clan cats settled at the lake, because of passing through so many farms to find Sanctuary Lake. Before then, all of the strange, unnatural-looking plants grown by humans are called Yoshepe.

It's why they don't have words for most farm animals (chickens, goats) or any other common crop, like tomatoes, potatoes, or lettuce. Only particularly noteworthy human products are given names, like the unsettlingly red domestic rose or medically valuable catmint.

So for Cornflower, if she's from a time before the Lake before they invented Mooheq, I've gone and gotten three plants for you. Two to keep a "direct" translation and one to hopefully keep the "vibe"

Cornflower (Centaurea cyanus) AKA Bachelor's Button = Kerrma This plant (and the next one) are actually named for a very interesting reason; they're 'parasites' of cereal-crop fields. Before industrialization, they carved out a little niche as grain impostors, and humans would unwittingly sew them along with the crop. Kerrma is blue and fluffy, valued for its beauty.

Corn Cockle (Agrostemma githago) = Mwirrma While Kerrma is pretty, safe, and a bit more 'delicate,' Mwirrma is an unkillable weed. Poisonous and seen in cornfields, roadsides, and disturbed areas, this pink flower is seen as a reminder to "be careful" when doing something as risky as visiting a human grain field.

Sunflower (Helianthus annuus) = Awlpon I was actually ready to rule against having a word for Sunflower in base Clanmew, then I learned that sunflowers can naturalize themselves in this area, in addition to being a very common crop. So this is one of the few human crops that Clan cats have a name for. It's yellow, it's grown by farms, it's bright and cheerful and faces the sun. If none of the other two tickle your fancy, here's one for Cornflower's vibes!

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So, given you are interested in DC, or at least aspects of it and RWBY I am curious what your thoughts were on the recent crossover? I assume positive given the art, which s amazing by the by. Also low key curious if you have any "born in DC" headcanon for superhero RWBY. No pressure though.

THE MOVIE YOU MEAN??? well first off thank you hahahah

& for #2 i don't really have any headcanons like that ... somehow i struggle with conceptualizing rwby crossovers w my other interests in general. (maybe it's because rwby's language is so specific to me i struggle to translate in or out of it????)

i do think however we should rank dc characters on how competently they could solve the salem situation /j*

the movies... i watched them back to back in the same night of course, so it was very funny to like, go directly from v7 to post-v9. they were like Guys you will not believe the shit that happened to us since last time we spoke

of course it's crossover spinoff material and not that important to me in the grand scheme of things. so my mode of interaction with it is mostly Enjoying A Light Snack. i can't say i have many capital t Thoughts that are worth posting about individually bc of that. but i DID enjoy the post-v9 aspect of movie2 bc like--altho obviously they can't dig into this shit in a crossover spinoff film--it still gives somewhat of an inclination towards what the writing room is thinking about. ruby especially i had a great time with. how's figuring out the summer rose shit going for you girl (BADLY) (LOL)

oh and omg invoking raven's name ... RAVEN MENTIONED... (to yang no less. heh)

a lot of salem namedrops in movie2 as well which i did chuckle about every time. speaking of, salem not going to vacuo Bolstered... hee hee hoo hoo... pleaaase give me evil gang meetup at beacon pleaaase

movie1 was a special treat for me because i loved all the "this doesn't make any sense this doesnt add up" Memory/Continuity/Spatial fuckery. i could've genuinely watched two full movies about rwby characters going "wait, that doesn't make any sense" at each other. i REALLY enjoyed that. very good show. pyrrha moment very fun also

i think zatanna shouldve showed up in movie2. for me.

i thought i was gonna miss bat ears brucie baby from the RWBYxJL comic more than i did. i think of him so fondly. but wings were kinda fun .... 🦇

movie1 had a little too much diana characterization disease for me to enjoy her. but that's so common its barely worth leveraging as Specific To This Movie. and i feel like she barely talked in movie2 so jury's still out on that. but of course there's a fair bit of wriggle room for the dc characters (in movie1 especially) as well given the "its a random ass crossover so the meta stakes have never been lower + they all got Genuine Teenager Brain for the whole first movie anyway"

movie2 had some pretty cool animation moments that i really noticed. movie1 wasnt like Awful but movie2 was the one where i perked up like "oh, that animation looked cool", you know? also i really liked the models they made for team rwby. the stylization felt nicely balanced to me?...if that makes sense. i hope we can see more models like them in the future just for me. idc who uses them but its my christmas wish RT please

final evaluation: better than DC/RWBY the comic. here is my favorite screenshot

so true girls<3

*wonder woman could fix everything i know this about her

#this is just a Loose Collection of Thoughts I Had. none of this is insightful. but since u asked HDBHJFD #tl;dr “yeah”

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it being a bad-at-words day means that i am not exactly up for presenting my thoughts in any kind of cohesive or organised order atm, so you'll have to forgive this stream-of-consciousness, fresh off hitting both endings summary of my thoughts on hw2, but here goes:

this game is up with totk for the most reluctant positive reviews i've ever given, and it's for much the same reason -- that totk feels largely disconnected from its predecessor, focused almost entirely on its gameplay while pretending that it has any story worth the effort at all. unlike totk, hw2 is not a ground-breaking flex of how far a dev team can push the limitations of the medium (and the game itself), nor is it trying to be. it is an indie horror vr game, taking its cues from earlier titles like job simulator with its arcade-like, pick-up-and-play approach to level design and the scenarios found within. it is also an incoherent mess.

okay, that's being a bit hyperbolic, but like -- stop for a second, and think about the climactic moments of this game, the big things you're gonna be discussing over social media for the next couple of months. what are they? well, they're glitchtrap, the mimic, vanny, moon, cassie -- they're the conclusions to sb's (and much more specifically, ruin's) story, an add-on to those that adds a little flavour to those existing works. okay, now think about how this game was marketed. who is on the cover? who was in the initial teaser? where is the game's hub set? well, it's pizzasim and sl, of course -- funtime freddy in the centre of the box art, a warning menu that explicitly references the pizza place and a hub world set within it. there's a split down the middle in every single aspect of the game, with ruin on one side and the other shit on the other, and i mean in every aspect of the game.

you have pizzaplex collectibles sat next to the grimy, cartoonish abominations of pizzasim, you have the vanny mask put next to helpy, a fazerblaster with the trash gang -- the neon lights of the pizzaplex next to the dark underbelly of circus baby's rentals, the glowing daycare positioned in parallel to the halloween-y fun of the carousel; it's a lesson in dissonance, a game where you can draw a line down the middle of its level select and split it into two halves with wildly different directions. you can argue that this was intentional, that the juxtaposition is the point; that it is intentional that funfred is at the centre of the box art with absolutely zero new lines, that you're comparing the old and the new in equal measure. this is a wasted argument, considering the secret ending of the game literally has you step into the circus baby's elevator only to twist-reveal that you're actually in the pizzaplex.

that's not to say that i think this was something done out of malice; i'm not in the business of projecting my feelings onto game devs, and most grand conspiracies have far, far simpler explanations. no, the simple answer for what happened here is that they are two different games stitched together. it explains the strange vibe of the early pizzaplex levels, the way any vague plot threads feel half-shaped and empty -- like you're only looking at the edges of a puzzle, the bones of a meal without its meaty centre. and by bones, i mean bones, because to say this game has a plot is to, well, lie -- it very much does not, right up until you complete everything and it goes "oh shit, uh, have a crumb?" and then vanishes into the night. it's confusing the way that sb is, except this time it's polished enough to be intentional, which is, i'm gonna be honest, really not the lesson to be taking from sb.

like, hw1 has a plot. more than that, it has a goal that -- while separated from the primary, player-driven one of 'complete all levels' -- is one that begins from the very first scene, and heavily incentivizes exploration and replaying; the tapes are a physical, tangible goal that you know how to get more of -- it's just the process of getting to that that might take some extra help. tapes are hidden in levels, go find them, flip the switch to go into hard mode, have fun! it's very, very simple, and it works; you are very, very likely to find a tape at some point during a blind playthrough, and from there pull and pull on that plot thread until you fish up your reward. and that reward is, yes, a plot -- the story of the indie game studio being caught in a trap is, however simple it is, a narrative with progression and stakes and characters. there is an antagonist! can you believe! hell, there's even a little twist in the form of tape girl's instructions not working as intended.

by contrast, the fazforce figures and fazwrench are at no point explained and the player is given zero information for how the fuck you're meant to get further with those. helpy doesn't go "here's your reward for doing so well! :)" or update your clearance or anything -- you just... get given it when the game decides you do, which also has the fun byproduct of blocking your access to hard mode content until you hit whatever invisible trigger the game sets for you. no more can you just clear out the levels you're actually interested in playing; now you have to do everything, blindly tackling as much as you can until the game sees fit to throw you a bone -- and then the steps for getting to hard mode are 1) ruin themed 2) a single poster that says to take off your mask. and, like... what fucking mask, dude? maybe i'm just stupid, but i spent way too long squinting at the screen trying to figure out if this was about to pull a ds-era gimmick on me and make me take off my headset. instead you have to physically reach up and take on and off the mask every single time, which doesn't sound that bad until you're smacking the giant computer strapped to your face to go between levels... and if the hard mode hub wasn't so fucking dull. it's sb's wrecked pizza place, big whoop (oh hey, look, it's that "using the other games to do a surprise ruin reveal" thing again. sure hope that's not common!) -- you ever actually sat in blacklight mode? that shit feels like a fever dream. unmasked mode feels like proving you're enough of a big boy to handle the actual game now, please.

and i'm getting off-topic, but what i'm getting at is that good fucking god does hw2 make understanding what it wants from you as hard as possible while also giving you absolutely nothing in return. collect the voltron reference to get the ending! why? uhhhh, fuck you, collect the memory plushies of the og missing kids to get the secret ending! why? uhhhh, fuck, wait, how does this tie back into ruin again?

and if you think this is just a me-problem, or that this is just some unclear progression -- you are wrong. the entire game is like this. in a classic steel wool studios moment, the tutorial cards are utter dogshit and do nothing to explain how anything actually works. it is Bad. (and i've mentioned it before, but while the idea of the memory plushies is really, really cool, their execution is another symptom of that 'oh fuck we have to make more game now' problem)

and speaking of unclear direction -- god, does it show in the aesthetics of this one. say what you will about hw1 (and i will, and probably have), but god does it know exactly what it is, what it is doing and how it is going to do it. hw1 is a masterclass in good environmental design, with its absolutely massive hub set against the cramped, claustrophobic quarters the entire game takes place in -- it's achingly empty, with dust particles swirling through the air and the gentle crackle of the anomaly peering through the only sound. no, seriously, hw1's hub is silent -- you can tell when glitchtrap is behind you because his audio cue has a bit of distortion at the start, which absolutely slices through the quiet when you get too used to it. from the title screen to the hub to the gameplay itself, it is a game that teases you with its own limitations, sitting by your shoulder with a giggle and a made you look; the threat is always, always there, be it in the looming figures or the space itself. everything about it is dark and grimy and aged, its bulky monitors and massive cables putting you in a retro mindset before ripping it out under you with the reminder that you are in vr -- and even then, the way it talks about it is strange, its sci-fi ideas coached in aged terms; "using proprietary technology developed by Fazbear Entertainment, our VR development teams were able to use vintage control board, almost like plug and play, digitally recreating performances and personalities from the past in an instant," the handunit says.

"help wanted is sooo good at making you feel unsafe in The Fucking Menu," i wrote way back in 2022, barely through the first quarter of the game; its use of atmosphere to build horror was something i immediately picked up on, and pops back up every time i think about the game. it's central to its identity, and best exemplified in the presence of foxy in title screen -- a looming figure who just... stands there, behind you. a threat never followed through. they supply the scare; you're the one who jumps.

"I remember watching markiplier play it for the first time and I was convinced something was going to jumpscare you in the main menu," my beloved bestie mikhail said. i agreed. so does the majority of gameplay footage out there.

in hw2, every single time you boot the title screen, you are greeted by a forced jumpscare of circus baby appearing behind you.

every single bit of hw1 is oozing with style, from foxy being hidden behind you on the title screen to the death messages to the occasional interjections from the handunit to the prize room to the pre-level room (which is on the stage!) to whatever the fuck this is to the absolute fever dream that is blacklight levels.

while hw2... does not have that. one of the little details from hw1 that i've mentioned before is just... the clock on the monitor. in hw1, you start the game at 11:44pm, with every tape you collect progressing forward a minute until you hit the merge ending, setting it to 00:00 (midnight). the level select screen in hw2 features a similar clock, which was what prompted me to make the post i'm referencing here in the first place. i expected them to do something equally cute with it. they did not. it's just a clock set to 12:00am, because it's a computer and those do that. and that is, i think, the best summary i can give of the difference in environmental design philosophy between these two entries. that they never expected you to look at all.

in terms of actual gameplay? it's probably the most polished a steel wool game has ever been, which is great! i only had one level actually truly bug out on me (fazerblast fnaf2), which is a marked improvement from... well, let's just leave it at that. the game design itself is also very good, with gameplay loops that feel fun and intuitive (most of the time) -- significantly less steel wool shit this time around, which is nice. the job simulator focus, however, means that this is a horror game that's very light on the horror, with very few levels that actually have that creeping tension hw1 was so good at. some of the sb levels manage it (with the staffbots and djmm leaning in so close, or glamfreddy snapping out at you, or... anything with moon) -- but most of them don't, which sucks. notably, these are all the front-loaded levels, with all the real spooky shit shoved into the right side of the monitor... where all the pizzasim and sl stuff is, and we've hit that "these are two different games" thing again.

the first level you are presented with in hw1 is a recreation of fnaf1's first night. the first level you are presented with in hw2 is arts and crafts with sun. (and i'm counting it as the first level because native english speakers will automatically look to the top-left of an image/page/screen, and they're not only the primary target audience but the majority of the dev team as well.)

and i've been typing for two hours and my brain is starting to form a vanny-shaped puddle on my bedroom floor, but what all of this builds up to is what is ultimately wrong with ruin, and the tales from the pizzaplex, and security breach as a whole: the idea that the solution to a problem is to throw more ideas at it, focusing on always moving forward over filling all your holes and tying off your threads. the response to the catastrophic release of sb was not to finish what they started, but to build something completely different next to the gaping hole that was sb's plot, and that's not good... anything, but storytelling most of all, and it's how you hit the situation that we're in now: where there are no stakes, no antagonist, nowhere to go and nothing to look forward to. just an empty shell waiting for your money to fill it. and yeah, that's kinda standard for fnaf, except not really? like, guys, fnaf1 had a narrative arc. fnaf4 onwards has had actual characters, with personalities and motives and ideas, and the two most narrative-heavy fnaf games are the ones front-and-centre of this one!

except... in the secret ending of hw2, after you get bait-and-switched from sl to the pizzaplex, you're dumped inside a claw machine and watch as a giant vanny takes glitchtrap in her hands and crushes him into dust. the primary antagonist of hw1, the villainous face of that soft reboot -- taken out back and replaced by the new antagonist. the one we were introduced to in the same game, who keeps having her lines cut and her role shrunk down into nothing and the focus shifted away from until it's time for a new stinger. why did she do this? why is this happening? what does this mean, going forward? no, seriously, who the fuck is the mimic? -- none of that matters, because that isn't actually the point. the game looks you in the camera of the giant computer strapped to your face and says, that era is dead. we're starting a new one.

but really, it says nothing at all.

#speaking!#hw2 spoilers #long post #discourse #ohhhhh my hands hurt #my brain is mush #hopefully this makes sense

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ramshackledtrickster · 2 years

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Hear me out

Assassins Creed college l AU

-Connor lives off campus with his mother and “landlord” Achilles (when in actuality his mother hasn’t paid rent to Achilles in ten years and Connors yet to realize that)

-Alexios and Jacob are what they call “bang bros” (fuck buddies but more manly according to them) who switch majors every other week

-Haythem is a professor and is by far the most hated, he’s been the target of the most amount of pranks from the school since year one of his teaching. He’s also had the most complaints about him to HR about his shitty politics and playing favorites in his students (yes his favorites happen to Hickey and Lee when they have the worst grades in the whole class)

-Shao is a transfer student who crotchets and paints in her free time. She’s primarily known as the lady who out drank party animal Bayek

-Bayek has a baby mama and visits his kids on all weekends and holidays. He’s known as one of the best students on campus. Who turns into an absolute party animal when drunk/high but deletes all evidence of it afterwards

- Everyone knows Edward’s password to his phone, cause he spends so much of his time drunk he either straight up tells people the password. Or they need it in order to call his buddies to pick him up

!!! I do have a college au I have a list of info of with my friend but I love these ideas and some of what we have is kind of similar !! I hope you don’t mind if some of these aren’t canon

-I still love your ‘landlord’ idea don’t worry it lives in my head rent free and it’s sitting in my ask box for when I could make a drawing with it

-Jacob and Alexios share dorms with Arno and Henry (I think I gotta check again). I can absolutely see Jacob changing his major a lot!! This kinda ties in w how I feel like he’s very indecisive and he’s intelligent in a lot of fields but he feels it’s hard to find a learning style that actually suits him so academics sucks like that (plus he has a poor history of constantly being compared to evie in school and having a bad rep in class with the teachers growing up). But he gets to explore and figure out what works best for him because everyone learns differently.

-Haytham isn’t a prof and the rest of his entourage is middle aged like him, however, William Johnson is one of the professors and I had a couple old doodles of him being at the receiving end of some pranks pulled by Connor’s friends :)) Haytham got Connor into this current college but he’s trying to get him to transfer to a “better” one (more private, one of those super elitist types, somewhere Maria Thorpe transferred out of because it sucked so much for her mental and social health). Connor’s friends hate Haytham and he 100% doesn’t live with Ziio (the request I’ve done with ziio and Haytham sending Connor off is unfortunately not canon in the au :(()

-I LOVE SHAOJUN CROCHETING AND PAINTINH,,, she’s maybe very secretive about her stuff but she loves making quick doodles of people around her in a tiny sketch book and has some really nice brush pens. I don’t know much about Bayek but my interest is piqued. It’s fair to note Shaojun is one of Ezio’s students when he eventually becomes a prof in my au! Along with Yusuf.

-LMAOO FUN I really really don’t know anything about Bayek but that fun side i honestly don’t see much in fan art so I’m curious ?? I always imagined him being the main gang’s philosophy professor and they love him.

-POOR ED LMAOSBKEV I love that I love Ed. Its super fun to hear other takes on Ed in modern au especially in relation to the other kenways bc I always pictured him in the au as an actual grand dad— graying hair, sick Hawaiian shirts collection, probably stole a yacht, tries and fails to regain a connection with Haytham and absolutely loves Connor and sees him as 100% part of the family

Please don’t take any of this the wrong way I love your ideas !! I thought it’d be fun to share and compare and contrast what I have in my head vs your ideas bc modern aus can be taken in so many different directions even in a college setting <:))

Thank you again though I love your thoughts !!

#assassins creed #modern au

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Asheiji fanfic recs pt. 3

Pt. 1 and 2 , 4

you keep me without chains by ADreamingSongbird(10k)

They say time heals all wounds. If that's what it takes, Ash is just about ready to throw himself into a fucking hourglass.

I Met My Soulmate at Starbucks by scarletvisionforever(4k)

��Why the hell do you want a drink like this?” Ash asked before he could stop himself. Blanca would’ve slapped him upside the head for being so rude. However, Ash believed that given the circumstances, the question was completely called for. Because who the hell wanted this much crap in their drink?

or an au where ash works at starbucks and eiji is an innocent customer who comes in and orders the most ridiculous drink ever

won't even wish for snow by ADreamingSongbird(2k)

It's the stupidest hat Ash has ever seen. Who would even buy something that tacky? It's ugly and ridiculous and so, so dumb. What a waste of money.

...but Eiji would love it.

God dammit.

the half life of what we become by StarSailorDen(14k)

Ash just wanted Eiji Okumura’s attention.

He couldn’t justify it, couldn’t unravel the logic of why he always craved the older boy’s dark eyes on him. Ash had spent most of his life being the centre of the show; the disgusting old men in Golzine’s club, the patchwork of gang members who followed his every move like he was a messiah. Even simple passerby seemed to watch him like they were cataloging something glamorous, something other worldly.

He always hated the attention he drew, and yet—he would do anything for Eiji to look at him, to focus on him, to stay with him just a little bit longer.

[Ash's need and Eiji's unconditional love, in four snapshots.]

cinnamon and spice by kybelles(6k)

Helping Yut-Lung and Sing as they organize the 15th year anniversary party of Max Glenreed and Jessica Randy could be fun for Eiji.

If only he didn't sleep with the famous couple's adopted son Ash a week ago.

Hours later, as they’re lazily cuddling on the bed after a shared hot shower, Ash speaks against Eiji’s heart. “I have a confession to make.”

Eiji’s fingers still on Ash’s hair for a moment and Ash curses himself. Without a doubt, hearing something like this from the person you’ve just slept with must be a little concerning. But Eiji just continues petting his hair. “Yes?”

“…I wasn’t planning on having dinner at the hotel restaurant tonight,” Ash says apologetically. “But you caught my eyes just as I was leaving and I… I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to talk to you.”

a tall tale get it? haha wait eiji don't leave- by equinoctial(2k)

“We don't say the H-word in this household.”

“Heck? Hell? Hfuc-”

“No that's not it,” Ash spared a quick glance to his husband innocently cooking up some noodles, huffing and puffing as he tiptoed to get the spices from the top cupboard, even though the stepping stool was right there--

cool cool cool cool no doubt no doubt by equinoctial(2k)

Oh. Oh. That did it. Ash had absolutely zero tolerance for insults involving his beloved husband. Let it be known that he was highly allergic to Eiji-related bullshit.

Surprisingly, the next scathing comment wasn't from Ash.

He blinked owlishly at the girl in the oversized jacket as she engaged in verbal combat-- with the old grumpy neighbour two times her height no less. It was like a little round baby penguin squawking at a ruffled flamingo. Needless to say, Ash was really impressed with the newcomer.

mom said its my turn to use the brain cell by equinoctial(1k)

"For someone who had the same smarts as Einstein and the reflexes of a professional hitman, Ash Lynx could be a real dumbass."

– Eiji Callenreese-Okumura, driving his husband to the hospital at speeds that made Grand Theft Auto look like church

love, ristretto and other midnight miracles by immaturesoybean(27k)

Precocious college sophomore Aslan 'just Ash' Callenreese has a problem, several, actually. His best friend won't stop shoving his newly invented pastries down Ash's throat, his partner for the dumb journalism project is an insufferable jock, and he is seriously finding it hard to prove to his adoptive parents that he does, in fact, want to live.

Meanwhile, athletic failure but infectious optimist Eiji Okumura is starting over, he's snagged a great part-time job as a barista, he finally has time to focus on his course and life is looking up! At least, it should. He just has to get through this year and everything will click into place. It should. It has to.

Or: A quaint café, a ridiculous coincidence, and a whole lot of coffee.

sanguine prospects by ihavenomorals(1k)

“I look…” Ash frowns. “Odd.”

There’s a small strand of hair that’s fallen from behind Ash’s ear, like spun gold in the sunlight. Eiji reaches out, slowly - but not hesitating, not any more - and tucks it back into place. His knuckle brushes Ash’s temple, a quiet hollow of worship.

“You look beautiful.” Eiji sits back. “You always do.” Ethereal would also be an apt word.

Ash smirks. “Eiji, are you flirting with me?”

“I would hope you know that.” Eiji steals back his camera. “Considering how long we’ve been together.”

“Is that what this is?” Ash looks aghast. “And here I thought we were only very good friends-”

1986 by bathandbodyworks(15k)

It’s 1986.

It’s hot, vaguely humid, and New York seems less full of life than ever, especially as Dino continues to control Ash’s every move.

But there’s a new boy, staying at the same hotel as him, with a funny accent and wide, brown eyes, and Ash is starting to think he might be a little cute.

or,

in which Ash think it’s too hot, Eiji thinks Americans are weird, and two boys fall in love.

who needs stars? we've got a roof by selfetish(17k)

Ash closes his eyes. Years of waiting culminate in weightless dust, soon to be swept away by the living. This earthen smell will fade. It will be overtaken by home-cooked meals and citron peels. Silence will forsake to Sunday radio static and the slow turnings of a page. Behind curtains, it’ll be the push and pull of their noses as they love each other sore, cutting into the pristine sheet of white starlight.

Slowly, they’ll imprint this house until it has become theirs. Ash waits for that day.

Or, the steps to remedy a fragile soul.

come be lonely with me by StarSailorDen(10k)

“Oh,” a soft voice to his right startled. Ash drew in a sharp breath as he turned to catch the silhouette of a man at the end of the aisle, backlit by the window and washed in the same radiant auburn of the setting sun that cast the stacks so warmly. “Sorry.”

|| Ash Lynx meets Eiji Okumura on the fifth floor of the university library on a Saturday evening. It's a disaster. ||

miso soup for the soul by selfetish(7k)

Ash Lynx was the sort of cool that oozed Schlitz and lemon-lime seltzers. Was the sort of rad that left Tootsie wrappers and denim under the soles of his Converse wherever he stepped. He was as smart as an apple in the way that he was both street and pillow fluent, and that he didn’t need to rely on his trigger fingers to rip and tear. Was cruel, calculating. Always on target. Always one shot, one kill. He was Ashie on the weekends, Aslan Jade behind closed doors. He was as bitter as sumatra beans, sweet as molasses once you got to know him physically, emotionally, spiritually.

To many, Ash Lynx was a conniving bastard. Tortured genius. Stone cold fox.

To Eiji, boyish.

Stories from Apartment 705 on 59th Street.

August by suffragettecity(2k)

“I love it when you look at me like that.”

The sun warms Ash’s back. “Like what?”

Eiji cards through his hair, knuckle deep in fields of blonde. “Like that,” he whispers, tucking the bangs behind his ears. “Like you are seventeen again.”

Ash and Eiji talk about marriage.

[Part of a series]

Darlings by suffragettecity(56k)

Crunching leaves, cashmere sweaters, rich mens' sons and uniform ties. The autumn the valedictorian fell in love with the athletic scholar, and poetry was carved out of circumstance.

[Read the tags before reading the fics<3]

#banana fish fanfiction #banana fish fanfic rec #banana fish fandom #banana fish #banana fish fic #ash lynx #eiji okumura #asheiji fanfic #asheiji #they are happyyyy #and in love #fic rec

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utterlyinevitable · 1 year

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So I'm sending asks around for Valentine's Day - they are asks that I think would be amazing for the couples and I have some for you. But as I'm writing this, I started cracking up remembering that "What if they dated a porn star," OMG, how I'd love to revisit that. lol That was so much fun. But I digress (it's the ADHD)

Do not feel any obligation, but if you have the time and are inspired by one or both of these, I'd love to see what you come up with.

Ethan x Becca: Intern year. Becca is a little down and Bryce presents her with a big heart filled with chocolates to cheer her up. Ethan witnesses this. How does he react? Does Becca know he saw? If so, how does she react?

Ethan x Ode: Ethan's away on Valentine's day this year. While they don't make a big deal out of Valentine's day, he still feels bad. So before he goes, he stashes little notes all over for Ode to find. How does that work out?

Again - NO OBLIGATION. :) 💘

thank you so much elsa! <33

Ethan x Becca

Bryce Lahela is the GOAT. He bought all his friends the little heart chocolate boxes you get at CVS or some other equivalent store because he loves and cherishes them. But Becca... he got Becca the biggest frilliest one he could find - she's his best friend and has been down in the dumps for a few weeks, and if anyone was going to be his casual valentine it'd be her.

She's the last one on Bryce's gift list and he gives it to her in the hospital cafeteria. Grand spectacle and all that has nurses and other hospital-goers that don't know the gang looking on with hearts in their eyes. He's embarrassing and adorable and he's do it all just so he can see his bestie smile.

When she does - even gives her a giggle - he hands her the chocolates with a gallant kiss on the cheek.

And Bryce Lahela doesn't feel the hot blue flame filled eyes glaring hard enough to burn the scene to the ground.

But Becca catches his eye, just as the grumpy attending turns on his heels and promptly exits the room.

She pretends she didn't see it, just as she's sure he's going to wipe this from his memory as well.

Ethan x Ode

It's hard to balance two very demanding careers that're based on opposite sides of the country.

But Ethan and Odette make do. There's certain occasions they must make time for one another, and unfortunately Odette's favorite holiday fell through the cracks.

Well, no. That's not the whole truth. Ethan did come to visit three days before Valentine's Day, just couldn't be with her on the actual most romantic day of the year. They went out on the town and to the most exclusive and stunning eateries he could find, took her everywhere swoon-worthy in Tempe. It was everything and more than Ode could have imagined. Romance isn't dead.

The morning after he left for the redeye back to Boston, Ode found little notes of love around her apartment. Some on the fridge, in the fridge, on her vanity and her bathroom door, and on the hanger of the dress she wore on their first date. Even though Ethan wasn't here, she felt loved and cherished. Even took photos of her with the post its as she found them to text him.

Romance is most definitely more than just one day a year.

now lets revisit tabitha the ex porn star 👀👀👀

#ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #choices open heart #askboxed

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theuniversitychallengereview · 1 year

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Ep 5 - Cranfield vs Royal Holloway

Right, gang - I got distracted watching skits about contact tracing on Twitter so I now only have thirteen minutes to write this intro rather than the thirty I had initially planned for (its remarkably easy to fall down a ‘skits about contact tracing’ rabbit hole, and it's a surprisingly deep rabbit hole), but we’re going to give this a go anyway...

Something football fans will idly do if there aren’t any matches on, or if the only match thats on is something like Burnley vs Watford (mid-October, not mid-March in the depths of a relegation battle), is idly speculate about what the ideal lineup of Premier League teams would be. Unlike American sports in which there is no promotion and relegation, the football pyramid is a constantly shifting chimaera, meaning that you can never have all of the most “noble and historic” teams in the top division at the same time.

Indeed, they did try and engineer a version of this for teams across the European continent in the form of the European Super League, but this was shouted down for being one of the most soulless and corporate ideas ever to come out of soulless and corporate modern sport. But it's something fun to think about, anyway.

I actually have a list of 22 teams for my dream Premier League on my phone, dated 5th January 2019 (just so you know I’m walking the walk as well as talking the talk here). I’d share, but the controversy would likely be too much for me (and you) to handle. The thought processes behind this decision making are very abstract and unknowable, but essentially, in most people’s cases, it probably boils down to two things: one - who used to be really good, ages ago?; and two - who was sort of okay when you were between the ages of five and thirteen. This is why my particular list contains Nottingham Forest and Portsmouth, despite neither of them having been in the top division (until Forest’s ascent this year) for quite a while.

You may also have noticed that my league has 22 participants, while the actual league only has 20. This is because of a third aspect of the decision making process - the idea of the golden age. Despite the fact that I was never alive when the Premier League had 22 teams, it feels to me like football must have been better, and more pure when it did.

Nothing can be as good now as it used to be.

This is a truism in more than just football. When we look at the past, we look at it with rose-tinted glasses.

I imagine you’re wondering what the heck this all has to do with University Challenge, and you’d have good reason to. Your wondering will likely not be abated by my explanation either, because the observation it is based on is far from universal.

When choosing my ideal 28 team lineup for University Challenge, I’d have all of the major players - your Yorks, and your Edinburghs, your Durhams and Warwicks and Imperials and St Andrewses. A sprinkling of the most successful Oxford and Cambridge Colleges, Trinity, Magdalene, Corpus Christi… The Open University. I’d also have one of tonight’s teams, despite them only having appeared four times in the Paxman Era.

However, in one of those four appearances, Cranfield made the final, so in the hours I have spent on the University Challenge Wikipedia page over the years, scrolling through the list of past finals, they must have seeped into my head as an absolutely classic UC team. They’ve not been on the show since they were beaten in the Grand Final by Birkbeck in 2003, but I’ve absorbed that name over the course of countless repeat visits to that one webpage, to the extent that I had written all of that stuff about the Premier League without even checking their overall record. Still, they make my roster regardless.

Unfortunately, Royal Holloway, with their pair of second round appearances, do not. But that’s quite enough nostalgia for one intro, lets get on with the show (this has taken me twenty one minutes, so I’m going to be watching on a delay, but that ain’t half bad for seven hundred words I don’t think)

The first starter goes to Brown of Royal Holloway, winning the race to Renee Zellwegger. They pass on a very guessable bonus- as in they should have at least given a guess, not necessarily that they would have got it right - which is not the most promising of signs, but they get the third at least. Brown then takes another starter, and they took two bonuses on the Copley medal.

Suri gets Cranfield off the mark with pop art, and they get two bonuses on the letter X, before Keenan takes the first picture round to bring them within five points. Two bonuses on proposed new states reversed the deficit.

Harvey gets a starter for Holloway, and I was about to chastise them for saying snapping turtle instead of snapper turtle on a bonus, and chastise Paxman for allowing the answer, but a quick Google has revealed that it was I who was in the wrong. How embarrassing. At least I didn’t publish that without checking, though.

Cranfield’s double act of Keenan and Suri take another ten points each to reclaim the lead for the Bedfordshire quartet, but Harvey swiftly pegs them back with a starter of his own, and Holloway are five clear going into the music round.

No one gets the starter, despite some accidental conferring from Holloway after Cranfield skipper Stephenson had buzzed in with a wrong answer. Abramovich hears two-toed on the next starter and buzzes in with sloth, as any good quizzer should. What other animal is defined by its having two toes?

On a bonus about The Haunting of Hill House, Cranfield’s Chivers comes so close to the correct answer that it's such a shame to hear him say End instead of Hill, but them's the breaks. Holloway follow this up by giving sea urchin instead of sea cucumber, but that only has two words in total so it's less sad.

The second picture starter goes to Brown, who recognised a still from the Danish show Borgen. They clean up on the bonuses, and Paxman takes his chance to patronise them for knowing stuff about TV shows. I know it's his last season and all, but it should be pointed out that he himself is literally on a TV show at the exact moment he makes this comment.

On the next starter, which also goes to Brown, you can sense him gearing up to correct her pronunciation of Karamazov before she’s even finished giving her answer. She won’t care though, because Holloway are more than fifty points clear with only a few minutes remaining.

A late rally from Cranfield brings them above one hundred points, but Holloway aren’t threatened, and win by a clear margin at the gong.

Final Score: Cranfield 110 - 155 Royal Holloway

So, Cranfield not doing much justice to my selection of them to the Hall of Fame lineup there, but congratulations to Royal Holloway, who advance to the second round for the third time in three appearances. Here’s hoping they can go one better this time.

See you next time for Glasgow vs Queen’s Belfast, and as always, thanks for reading. Subscribe if you never want to miss a post, it really would mean a lot to me.

#university challenge #bbc2 #cranfield #royal holloway #jeremy paxman #quizzy mondays

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omniversalobservations · 1 year

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Bloom County (April 2018)

For the entire stretch of the ‘80s, for many a penguin-loving comics-phile, the Sunday funny papers were the place to be, thanks to the illuminating work of Berkeley Breathed on his strip Bloom County. With a lovable host of wacky (and sometimes whacked out) characters, spewing subversive gold, Bloom County not only took digs at the capitalist regime, but it also sold a boatload of lovable penguins while doing so.

But just as Bloom County was starting to really stretch its funny bones, another comic came around in 1985, demanding shared space in the layout: Bill Watterson’s Calvin and Hobbes. Though not as overtly political as many of the characters in Bloom County, 6-year-old Calvin and his stuffed tiger Hobbes poked plenty of fun at plenty of establishments, and had a hilariously endearing time doing so.

Both strips ran for roughly 10 years of A-plus production, before both their creators took much needed breaks. Watterson never really returned from his, and has stayed mostly out of the public eye ever since. But Breathed brought the BC gang back together again and has been publishing his beloved strip over on Facebook (the decision may have been politically motivated), and ever since, on April 1st, he’s posted a comic featuring Calvin, and signed by Watterson. This year, that glorious tradition continued...

This grand April Fool’s Day tradition began with Breathed's declaration on April 1, 2016 that it was: "A big day for C&H fans: Bill Watterson and myself in Tuscany signing the franchise over to my 'administration.' Watterson's in great shape — he's out of the Arizona facility, continent and looking forward to some well-earned financial security. You rock, Bill."

And now, two years later, it’s the joke that keeps on giving. Granted, neither Watterson or Breathed have said boo about this mashup since, and perhaps Watterson didn’t so much as collaborate with Breathed as he did inspire him. But either way, if you’re a fan of both strips, this is good stuff — the classic Calvin setup, and then Opus the penguin knocking it down. The only thing missing is Hobbes the tiger and Bill the Cat, who we can only hope are busy preparing a 2020 presidential run.

Source: SyFy

(images via Twitter)

#comics #Bloom County #Calvin and Hobbes

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A few things! About the AUs as Pokemon!!! Both questions and ideas :v

- Is it primarily Out!Codes that are Legendaries and Mythicals, or are others, like Nightmare’s Gang and Blue, also in that category? On the one hand, you could have a pixie trio of the Stars… On the other, long suffering, regular trainer Blue who wants these random Legends to stop stealing his food, thank you very much!

- For Ink’s eyes- Maybe they could be two different colors, like his skeleton design, and when he goes all Mega Danger Noodle they turn like, a blinding white? Sort of like when he’s emotionally blank as a skeleton? As in! Maybe one is a golden star and the other is a blue one when he’s smol, but they turn into Actual Stars in his big form!!!

- Are Error, PJ, and Gradient based on Giratina, Dialga, and Palkia here, or something else? I think you mentioned they’re dragons, so that’s where my mind went, but! I could be wrong! Either way, do you have any design ideas for them?

- I thiiink you said something about Ink also being Necrozma, but! Consider!!! Nim as Necrozma, perhaps? So she’s still connected to her kids… Maybe her absorbing them is just, like, her body on autopilot while she isn’t doing too well, and she’s instinctively looking to absorb them either in a weird attempt to protect them or to just regain her power? I’m not sure, just a thought!

- Would Core also be a Legend? What do you think they’d be based on???

- Is Fresh Hoopa. He feels like a Hoopa.

Oh boy, I don't know if I'm gonna have answers to ALL of these questions. But I'll try and give answers to them! Last night, I actually started considering making non-Legendary/Mythical versions for characters like Ink and the Twins, because I do have! Ideas!!

It's primarily Outcodes, but not every Outcode qualifies, you know? The Balance Guardians are Legendaries (Ink might be Mythical, idk) because they preside over forces in the universe. Ink's literally usurping Arceus, and Life & Reaper are basically Xerneas and Yveltal. CORE gets to be a Mythical because of their unique thing with their omnipresence and stuff. Eris (Reapertale!Chara) and Bete Noire would also be in these special categories, but characters such as Blueberror would not

From now on we're referring to Ink's larger form as Mega Danger Noodle. I'm actually a bit torn on how his larger form works because, while I want it to be this grand thing where people can barely look at it, I don't want it to be this thing where it's so unfathomable that it causes death. Like, a little eldritch horror and the feeling that what's standing before you is NOT something you should ever be seeing, but the real danger lies in its strength and power, you know?

Yes! Error's based on Giratina, PJ's based on Dialga, and Gradient's based on Palkia. I always give PJ and Gradient powers involving time and space respectively, so this parallel is perfect. Ah, a bit off-topic here, but I actually thought of a God AU based on the whole sequence in Legends: Arceus where Volo's fighting us at the Temple. Just a fun thing to imagine, not too important, though I guess it could also work here? Only, instead of wanting to tear down Ink or being banished to the Distortion World, Error's just anti-social as hell and doesn't like being around people, and his staying in the Distortion World got twisted over the ages. But back to the question at hand, I imagine they're similar to Ink in the sense that they're very eldritch-inspired, you know? We have the God of Time, the God of Space, and... whatever Giratina has authority over (I've seen people say it's antimatter but I've also seen people say it's gravity, so idk), I feel like they deserve to be these horrific beasts. Similarly to Ink's Mega Danger Noodle form, they take on forms that people can just manage to wrap their heads around, but they have this overwhelming aura to their presence. A way of saying you're standing before one of the oldest gods of this universe, and if you're there on bad terms... well, what else is there to do but pray?

When I said Ink took some inspiration from Necrozma, aside from his Mega Danger Noodle form, I meant it more like Ink's the one who generates light. It makes sense, I think, being the universe's sort of Creator Deity and all. The whole "Let there be light" thing. I actually haven't decided what I want to do with the Tree Guardians- Nim, Lanny, and Quetzalcoatl- because I have two main ideas for them: The Lake Trio and the Tapu Guardians. Part of the reason I don't have Nim immediately associated with the Dreamtale Twins is because, unlike them, I don't really associate her with any celestial bodies? Like the Twins have a very obvious sun-moon motif, and then there's Nim lmao. So what if the Twins aren't from this world, whether they come from outer space or through an Ultra Wormhole, and Nim just... happens to be the one who finds them first?

I think CORE would be more likely to be a Mythical than a Legendary. As for what they're based on... I'm not gonna lie, I'm getting Celebi vibes. CORE needs to be something elusive and mysterious, something incredibly rare to spot, but also willing to lend aid when needed. And I feel like the lore bit where Celebi's Pokedex entries says it primarily stays in peaceful times works perfectly for CORE, being a pacifist and all

I do not think Fresh would be a Legendary or Mythical, but I can see the similarities with Hoopa. However, a few days ago I evolved a Pokemon of mine, and consider...

#anonymous asks #i turned undertale aus into pokemon #i love and hate this cheese stick man pokemon so much #it has a skateboard is that pure fresh energy

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