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morgysfics · 9 months

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Kenneth Sean Carson x afab reader

Better than ice cream.

(Part II)

One shot smut.

After rumours spread online about Barbieland, you, a curious human, were hellbent on finding a way there, only for you to befriend Ken… and he has curiosities about the real outside world himself.

You glance over at the fireplace that was still barely lit under the plasma TV that hung above the mantel. The short yet fake flames brought some comfort to you; like this place had a warmth you couldn't put into words. A warmth you hadn't felt in your own world of reality in a long while.

"What're you thinkin' about, Y/N?" Ken asked, noticing your silence.

"This place… I know you know it has its differences to the outside world but…" you seemed to trail off a little, like you were trying to understand what you wanted to say. Your brows furrowed softly before you turned to Ken. He was looking at you, his bright blonde head tilted a little as if to try to read your facial expressions clearer – you did think it was cute every time he did that. Like a puppy.

"Well, I'm sure I don't know all the differences," Ken replied, his brows raising a little. "I mean– Okay, I may have got some stuff from your place a little mixed up, but that's cool now. We're good. This place, Barbieland, if I can't find my place here, then…"

"You're Ken," you spoke up again, your eyes dancing between his blue ones. "You can find your place wherever you want to. If you ever want to come back to the outside world, try one more time, I'd be glad to try to show you how it really is."

"You'd… You'd do that? Seriously? Thank you, Y/N," he seemed to cough a little, trying to man himself up somewhat. "Thanks."

You offered him a smile and a small laugh before going to turn away, Ken's voice perked your ears again.

"D'you think… maybe, you could tell me some now? If I ever decide I wanna go, I can," his blue eyes shifted away for a moment before he moved a little closer to you, his head doing that tilt thing again, "get it a bit more. I won't be so lost."

"Oh, wow," you muttered softly. "Right now? I… I dunno where to start."

"Do people still fall in love the same way they do here?"

You blink in surprise at his question. His first question. You knew you shouldn't have been shocked, it's Ken. He's gonna wanna know how to get a girl if he truly wanted to. But you knew that he didn't need that. …Even if you were feeling something towards him recently.

"There's a million ways to fall in love, Ken," you replied, your smile pulled back slightly. "Everyone here feels like it's an obligation a little, though. You don't have to fall in love to still feel something. To feel connected to another person."

"I can make friends real easily," Ken explained confidently, fixing the navy bandana on his head. "Obligation… So, it's kinda true then, you don't have to fall in love?"

"It's your life anywhere, Ken." You hummed softly before speaking up again, "Like I said, in the human world, we have… so many ways to feel and express." You pause for a moment, your brows raising when you realise where this conversation might lead. "You have your plastic… and we have– we have more than plastic."

Ken was quiet when you finished speaking, like he was trying to put your words together like puzzle pieces in his brain. When he glanced to his own hands, his brows furrowed before turning back to you. "Well, you humans have, like, blood and stuff."

You let out a small giggle, your hand covering your mouth when you did. Oh, he was charming. "Well, that is true! What I'm trying to say is… uh… Actually, I don't know." You brush off your words, trying to find something else but your mind was a little in the gutter. You shake your head, like you were trying to mop away the dirt.

"Ah, you don't know?! Come oooon, I was so listenin' to all that." Ken groaned a little, throwing his hand out in frustration slightly. "So, if you don't gotta fall in love, then, like… The feelin', those feelings you get when you do, how do you…"

"Replace them?"

Ken nodded.

"Hm," you hummed a little, bringing your hand to your chin as you leaned forward slightly, your elbow on your knees against your chest. "Lots of ways to fulfil that joyment. A career. Family… A hobby. Sex. Friends. Eating good food."

"That's a lot," Ken mumbled, his deep voice soft a little as he spoke. "So, all of that we can do here, besides the food thing and the… Wait, what was the other thing?"

Oh no.

"Uh," you mutter a little before clearing your throat. "Sex?"

"I heard that word a lot back in the outside world," Ken spoke up again. "Always kinda… thrown about everywhere so I couldn't get, like, a definition for it, y'know?"

"Yeah, well, uh…" you fumble your words a little, feeling your cheeks flush a small shade of pink as you try to find something to reply with. "It's how babies are made."

"Oh. …Wait, so, how?"

"I– I don't think I'm the right person for this conversation," you replied quickly, turning away from him as he looked to you.

"You're actin' real weird," Ken chuckled a little, his brows raising on his forehead. "What ya actin' all weird for?"

"K… Ken," you mustered up enough confidence to turn back to him, though, Ken's brows seemed to raise that little more when he realised the expression on your face. "You know the physical differences between people in Barbieland and people in my land, right?"

"Oh, like…" Ken chuckled before shaking his head. "I'm not like the other Kens if that's what you're talkin' about. I have all the bits."

You stare at him for a moment, confused but you feel your face flush even more, your eyes widening in surprise. Before you even could notice, your hands slapped on your face and turned away from him again. "That's not what I…!"

"That's what you meant, right? Y/N?" he asked, somehow his voice seemed somewhat naïve to what just came out of his mouth before. "What's that gotta do with the sex thing?"

Your hands then slowly dragged down your face a little, exposing your eyes as you looked from the fireplace to Ken. "You… don't know?"

Ken shook his head before giving you a "well, then tell me" look.

"Kenneth!" you groaned before shoving him a little. "You did not just say you have all the bits and not even know what that suggests!"

"Woah, woah, handsy! What's with the shovin'?!" Ken groaned before he noticed you were laughing to yourself, his lips stayed apart slightly after he stopped speaking; admiring your smile for a moment.

"You're lucky you're so charming, it's actually ridiculous," you laugh again, covering your mouth a little. "You should watch what you say about that stuff around humans. You'll give off the wrong idea."

"And what idea would that be?" he asked, almost an annoyed tone lingered in his voice like he wanted you to just lay it all out for him. "Don't go all quiet on me now."

You shook your head, still laughing a little before you sighed. I guess someone had to tell him. Guess it was gonna be you. "O– Okay, I'll say this once." You felt your hand rub the nape of your neck a little before bringing it back to your lap." The parts people don't have in Barbieland… In the outside world, people… um, smush them together. To make babies or…" Your eyes drift away from him a little, an almost smirk laying on your lips. "To just have fun."

"You put your genitals together to make babies."

"And just for fun."

Ken's pretty much perfect lips stayed parted for a moment, like he was trying to understand what you were saying. "Why would you do that for fun? Sounds uncomfortable."

You tried to hide the ever growing playful expression on your face but it was proving to be difficult. "It's not. It's hard to explain but… it feels nice."

"It feels nice? I guess that's why there are so many humans about out there," Ken countered.

You shrugged a little before turning away from him again. "It's something I feel bad that you all miss out on here. Romance is one thing but… To me, it'd feel incomplete."

"It must feel real nice to compare it to everything else you listed."

When you looked to Ken, you noticed his blue eyes on you instantly. He didn't take them off of you, even for a moment, like he was a detective; trying to pull at your every word and expression.

"Y– Yeah, I guess so…"

"Show me."

Your eyes widened, still looking into his. He was giving you such an innocent yet sincere look – a serious expression laying so firmly on his face. "I–"

"I know, I don't… have… But just, tell me. Show me what else I'm missin'. If it feels so good and it doesn't exist here, maybe I'll feel just as good when I feel it outside. In the real world." Ken's voice was so raw; like every word that slipped his lips sounded genuine. He meant everything he ever said and in this moment, more than ever. Like you were the world he was missing at his fingertips.

You felt your heart race a little faster in your chest, you couldn't help but bring your knees to your chest slightly. "It feels like… like craving an ice cream on a hot day but the ice cream truck just gets pulled away every moment you get closer until… It suddenly stops. You get the ice cream and that first lick…"

"And?"

You smile to yourself, closing your eyes as your brows curled up a little. "It's wonderful, Ken."

You feel a small silence linger between the two of you which caused your eyes to shoot open again and you quickly looked away.

"I wanna feel it," Ken spoke out bluntly. He looked down at himself, like he knew what was missing but couldn't reach for any ice cream of his own. "What about… yours…?"

Yours. When that word left Ken's lips, you felt your face redden and your thighs seemed to clench together tighter. "M…ine?"

"It's touchin', right? That makes it feel good?"

You simply nodded to him, though you wanted to keep your attention off of his handsome face, so he wouldn't see how flustered yours was.

"Y/N," his voice fell a little, lower and almost into a whisper, "show me."

You felt your toes curl in your socks, your heart racing that little bit faster in your chest as you turned fully away from him now, looking behind you before slowly glancing back to him. "People will hear, Ken."

"No one can hear us, Y/N. It's just us."

You remained quiet, the feeling of your heart throb in your ears and between your thighs only grew faster and more intense as he spoke.

Before you could part your lips to finally speak, you watched Ken raise his hand and ghost it over the side of your face, his fingers barely in your hair. "Kiss me."

Your eyes flickered a few times before your lips parted, your own attention being drawn to his. You wanted to stay in the right headspace; to help Ken figure himself out but… with his offer, how could you say no?

You leaned forward and before you could even comprehend the situation you'd ended yourself up in, you felt the pressure of Ken's lips against yours, and my god, did it make you melt.

Your kiss only lasted for a moment before you both pulled away, your eyes flickered up to his blue hues looking down at you with a half lidded expression. "I didn't know you could…" you muttered, your lips still so close to his.

Ken smiled, almost smirking, down at you. "Kiss so good?" he cooed.

You nodded to him before pushing your skirt between your legs. You squirmed on the carpet the two of you were sitting on together, feeling your own non-barbie parts ache for something. Anything. Someone. Him. "I can show you… If you promise to not let anyone hear."

Those words alone were enough to cause Ken to chuckle a little. "I promise."

"A– And I'll promise if you think it… looks good enough, I'll…"

"I'd like that," he replied. "Promise kept, Y/N."

"Okay…" You sucked in your bottom lip a little, your teeth biting down on the flesh. You watched as Ken's eyes drifted to your hand between your thighs, pulling on the fabric of your little skirt. Your own attention was now there too; even if you had trouble building up the courage to move your hand. You wanted to show him. You really did. "T– This is embarrassing, y'know… S– So you owe me."

"Don't be embarrassed," Ken spoke softly, his body so close to yours now.

With your hand clenching at the hem of your skirt, you finally managed to pull it up a little, revealing your black panties with a pink ribbon at the lacy band.

"Woah," he muttered, his voice sinking a little, his eyes not leaving that pretty sight between your legs. "Okay…"

Your eyes glanced over to Ken beside you once more, his own eyes on your panties before you push your middle finger down the fabric that laid so tightly and beautifully over your clit – the pad of your finger pressed between the folds and your lips parted instantly; a small hum escaping from behind them when you quickly attempted to hide your moan.

Ken's attention was on your movements completely, watching as your finger circled your clit over your panties, your other hand still clenched so tightly on the hem of your skirt.

"Mmm…" another soft muffled moan purred behind your closed lips as you close your eyes, your finger not letting up on the pressure, the fabric of your panties causing friction on your clit. "K– Ken…"

The blonde man's eyes quickly drifted up from your hand to your face, his blue hues narrowing at the expressions you were making. He'd never seen someone look so… entranced. "Y/N…?"

"Want… you," you barely mouthed, your voice soft and meek. "Please…"

"To touch you?" Ken asked, like he wanted you to say it for yourself. He wasn't going to do anything without your consent at all.

"Mhm…" you hummed a yes to him, even though, in a less dazed state you'd know that wouldn't be enough for Ken Carson.

Ken's gaze searched your body like a pirate would a treasure map, almost like he was looking for the x. His eyes stopped on your face once again before slowly reaching his hand out to yours that was now flexing on Ken's shaggy carpet. "Y/N, use your words."

Your eyes flutter open just enough to look to him before nodding again, your other hand dancing along your clit not wavering at all. "Yes… Please. I want you to make me feel good."

With his attention flickering from your eyes to your lips, Ken brought his other hand to your jaw, his fingers in your hair as he brought you closer to him – your lips meeting each other one again, this time, though, you felt him deepen that kiss from before. His lips moved across yours in a way you wouldn't have guessed from him at all. Ken was full of surprises.

When his lips parted yours with a huff of hot breath escaping from the both of you, Ken whispered against your reddened lips, "Let's go somewhere more comfortable."

When you brought your body closer to him, you felt his hand wrap around yours, bringing you to your feet before pulling you across the room; you could barely make out a smirk spurred across his face through your almost half–dazed state.

He pulled you closer to him before his hands found your hips and lifted you up a little, pressing your body down onto the black silk sheets of his mattress. Your eyes glanced out of the window that looked out into Barbieland – Ken was right, it was quiet. You only assumed everyone else was at the beach. But not this Ken. You looked up at him, watching as he moved closer to you – you had more plans for this Ken right now than beach.

"It's not fair," you muttered as he was almost on top of you now.

"What?" he asked, his voice low and almost to a whisper.

"That you make me feel this way."

Ken chuckled, his brows raising slightly, "Good?"

"Good," you echoed his words before pulling him into another kiss, your tongue pushing into his mouth now. Maybe that surprised him but you weren't so sure, especially when he offered the same luxury. He seemed to be confident in what he was doing.

You pulled on his blue shirt to which he understood and practically ripped it off, discarding it elsewhere in the room.

"Fuck," your voice fluttered that word as it left your lips. You remembered he didn't have… what else you wanted but after this, I'm sure he'd like to have some experience of this ice cream himself.

"It's hot when you swear."

"It'd be hotter if you did."

Ken's brows shot up a little out of curiosity, that half smirk laying ever so confidentially on his face, "That fuckin' so?"

"Ken–!"

Before you could continue, you suddenly felt Ken's fingers slip under the lace of your panties which made you squirm under him instantly. You watched his eyes fall from yours to where his hand was, like he was trying to figure out what you were doing before over your panties. "It's wet here," he muttered. "What's all that about?"

You whimpered as his index and middle finger slipped over your clit before roaming further down, his digits lapping up everything he'd never felt before.

"Really wet," he whispered, his lips staying parted.

"Ken, that feels…!" You felt a moan pour from your lips now, your head falling into the pillow behind you. "S– So good…!"

"Yeah?" Ken's baby blues shifted back up to your face, watching your expression become one of pure bliss. "Shit, those faces ya makin'... It really feel that good?"

You felt Ken's middle finger circle your now swollen clit before pushing down along your slit, the wet noises from your cunt echoing in the room. "Y– Yes! Mmm! F– Fuck…!" you whimpered, clenching the sheets of the bed under you.

Before Ken could say anything else, he suddenly felt his middle finger slip inside you. When he opened his mouth to ask what just happened, instead a different kind of moan blessed his ears – one he hadn't heard yet. "Well, that must mean somethin' real good," he thought.

With that now in mind, he ran his index finger around your clit once more before slipping his middle into your slick pussy. The more he pushed further, the more you moaned and whimpered under him. "It's so wet and hot," he mumbled, his face falling a little closer to yours, feeling your body heat just that much warmer on him. "This feels awesome…"

"M– Move…" you whined, your hips jerking against him. "Pleaseplease…"

Something inside him made him want to egg you on more for some reason. Like, how far he could push you to beg even more. "Please what?" he asked, the tone in his voice was ever so teasing now. He was in for a fun game and he was gonna play hard ball.

You bit your bottom lip for a moment, turning your head to the side as you squeezed your eyes closed. "Ken… Ken, please." When his finger flicked around inside you, like he was testing you, another moan left your parted lips. "Want you~"

Ken's eyes drifted up your body, watching your squirm and wiggle under him. This was an ice cream flavour he definitely needed to try. "I'll give you all of me, baby." he pushed another finger inside you, his eyes on you as your head tilted back into the pillow. "All of me when we get outta this place too."

With those words, he pulled his fingers out of you before running your own slick up to your clit; oh, how he was enjoying watching you moan and whine much like a needy animal. If he knew whatever you were feeling felt this good, he'd left Barbieland with you much sooner.

He pushed his fingers into your cunt again, curling them around inside; like he wanted to feel every part of you. Be where you feel most euphoric. And, oh, how did you feel it. The way he slowly moved his digits in and out of you was making you see stars – especially when you were in those stars fantasising about how his cock would feel inside you too. New territory. Again. How fun.

"This what you wanted, Y/N?" he purred, his face ever so close to yours, his eyes dancing over your lewd expression. "Wanted this Ken to finger fuck you?"

You gasped, throwing your hands over your face; looking through your fingers up at the blonde doll in front of you. How he seemed to be all about your needs in that moment, the way the movements of his fingers curling in and out of you didn't waver. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were in deep trouble with this. "Mhm…" you mumbled, soft moans still escaping your peachy lips. "I'm… I'm gonna…"

You saw Ken's brows raise a little, his head tilted further down slightly to bring himself closer to you. "Gonna what? Tell me…"

"Ken–" you felt your hand quickly wrap around his forearm, your other to the bedsheets when his fingers begin moving faster against your tight cunt; feeling yourself getting wetter and closer to climaxing. "Ice-cream…!"

Ken's blue eyes flickered a little as his attention stayed on your face. "...Sounds tasty." He brought his thumb to your clit with his fingers still pumping inside you; grazing your sensitive nub with the pad of his thumb as he watched you twirl your hips more and more as you drew closer.

"F– Fuck! Ken…!"

That hot tied knot that ached in your core finally lifted, feeling yourself let go as you came around Ken's fingers. "Ah!" you gasped and whined as Ken pulled his fingers out with a wet pop sound, your pussy fluttering and twitching around nothing as you jolted your thighs up into him.

Ken was quiet for a moment, looming over you as he watched your breathing fasten in your chest, your hips trying to push down onto him. "You look so pretty like this, Y/N," he almost growled those words as he looked down at you. He reached his hand out and grabbed your chin, pulling your face down to look him in the eyes. "I don't wanna forget the look on your face right now."

"K…en…" you mumbled through sharp breaths.

"Tonight, you n' me… We do this the whole way, right?" he asked, his eyes glued to yours. "I still wanna touch you like this." He brought his hand back to your pussy, his index and middle fingers stroking up and along your wet slick which only caused you to whimper again, your brows curling up in delight. "There it is. My pretty girl.

Let's get that ice cream together."

#mfic.txt #chara: kenneth sean carson #genre: smut #media: barbie #ryan gosling!ken

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tanalorrs-heartthrob · 10 months

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I have thoughts about Cal's trust issues and I'm going to make it everyone's problem

(with special thanks to @cal-with-a-kesett-tape and @weadapt's problem cause they started this blubbering mess)

It hit me like a brick earlier.

Cal knew the Mantis crew loved him.

Love wasn't enough to make them stay.

Cal has never had the chance to really sit down and think about what attachments really were and how they feel. Hear me out.

This started about Cal's trust issues. I started thinking yeah, the way his Mantis crew family left all of a sudden really shook them and he kind of replaced them subconsciously with a new crew, a new family. A couple of quick notes:

- Lost his master

- Loses all his friends on Bracca (it's implied in Jedi Survivor post-game dialogue that he had other friends besides Prauf that he left behind)

- Prauf

- Crew he grew to love left him jarring his whole world

- Lost his "new" crew suddenly and all he has left of that memory is Bode so he kind of clings to Bode unknowingly

- Bode betrayal shatters him

- Clings to the idea that he and Dagan could work together - for a split second you can see in his eyes he sees it all. He and Dagan, hair flowing in the wind, swinging lightsabers, fighting the empire together, rebuilding the order together, it's romantic really. That lasts all of 2 seconds and he's so confused.

- He loses Cordova, a man he had a pseudo-connection through BD-1 with for so long

- Loses Cere, his second master

- Has to literally kill Bode and live with that

That said, I started thinking yeah he probably doesn't really realize that how deep that all goes within him or how much it actually comes down to his lack of really knowing what attachments are. This is going to cause so many trust issues and him closing himself off because he can't handle the reality of losing more people, especially after Bode shattered his inner-most circle. How's he going to let people in again?

Then it hit me like a brick.

There's a big reason why he sees so much of himself in Dagan. Dagan's attachments turned sour - it went the Vader route of being possessive. His obsession with Sentari's project and Tanalorr was a product of not being able to let his attachments go. That's pretty clear in the game, and mirrored in how Cal has allowed "The Fight" to become his attachment.

Jaro's last words are, "Hold the line" right? We know how he now has this deep engrained need to be needed. He has to fight for something. Yes, it's all he knows, but it's deeper than that, it's the last thread he has to his master. What would happen if he let that go? Cal hasn't really sat and thought about that yet.

Not only that, Cal has internalized his loyalty to this cause as like. A familial thread. The fight was his thing and the Mantis crew became his family, filling a void. The fight is their thing. And for the first time in his life Cal feels safe again. He's finally got some solidly dedicated efforts and people he can depend on. So in them leaving the Fight behind (for good reasons!!) Cal can't reconcile that leaving that isn't leaving him too, (or as @cal-with-a-kesett-tape puts it, abandoning him) it's like denouncing loyalty to him too. He just can't separate that connection and his own attachment. Maybe that's reaching and obviously there's more to it, but I dunno guys, I dunno!!

YOU CAN LOVE EVERYONE SO MUCH AND YOU HAVE TO COME TO TERMS WITH THE FACT THAT PEOPLE CAN AND WILL LEAVE OF THEIR OWN VOLITION!!

AND HE CAN'T DEAL WITH THAT BECAUSE HE DOESN'T REALLY UNDERSTAND HOW THAT LOVE GETS POURED OUT IN HIS LIFE. CAL'S LOVE LANGUAGE IS LITERALLY LOYALTY AND QUALITY TIME AND THE FIGHT.

Again, there's a part of Cal that just never got to stand beside his master like the Padawans of the Republic Era got to and ask all their questions or be scolded like the way Ahsoka did about being too attached to her Master. She had to dig deep and understand what that meant, how to acknowledge it, and how to let it go. Cal has Cere but maybe she just assumed? Who knows. Cal obviously struggled with it more than anyone realized. No discredit to Cere, I just don't think it ever really crossed her mind. Or, you know, Cal's stupid stubborn especially with Cere. Maybe he just ignored her in classic Cal fashion.

All that stemmed from this:

The romance aspect.

He knows taking a romantic step forward is a risk in general. And yes there's all that subconscious hesitation because he's a Jedi. But there's a bigger problem at play with Merrin.

I have to wonder if he did in fact know how she felt about him before she left. And if he did, it's just so much worse.

To him, all this buildup of love and trust. Down the refresher the day she left. So I wonder, maybe a lot of his hesitation isn't about him accepting his feelings. Maybe he gets it. He just struggles with letting someone in again who, in his mind, so easily let him go. He now has to come to terms that he wants to ask her to stay. He has to acknowledge in his mind that he wants her enough to be ok with letting her back in, knowing she's her own person and there's a chance she has to go do her thing someday and he might just have to let her, and that would be ok.

Romance aside, he has to go through that the whole game. Letting the Mantis crew in again. Working things out with everyone, hearing them out, seeing them in their element and finally being at peace with the split - knowing they all made the right decision even if it hurt.

So all the parallels worry me, because yes, he may be more self aware. He might've learned a few lessons, might be more at peace with a few decisions, but the way he just stands in shock at the funeral pyres is just worrisome because you know he's internalizing things. Right when he feels like he's making a step forward, he's taking steps back. The darkness is there now too, and he's going to struggle, because he has more to protect.

This whole experience in survivor was such a crucial point in it but at the same time we know, it's also simultaneously reinforcing his fear of further abandonment and more trust issues, and also his fears of the dark side so I'm kind of nervous to see. Where is all of this culminates to in the next game because he's learned for sure but I also feel like some other things maybe got reinforce that shouldn't have.

Right when he was learning to move on from his attachment to the Fight, he has a new thing, rebuilding Cere's legacy and keeping Tanalorr safe. It's almost like he's doubled up on all of it. Maybe he'll learn to be at peace and let things go but for now, sweet baby boy's trust issues are off the charts!!!!

Anyway maybe none of that made sense and you don't have to agree these are just thoughts after all! Take care!

#cal kestis #sw meta #star wars meta #jedi survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #cere junda #greez dritus #merrin #merrical #madi talks

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deadbeatbirdmom · 6 months

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Personally I don’t expect team rwby to solve all bigotry, but I’d like to see them make any sort of attempt to at least begin to change something? Even relatively small scale?

The SDC seemed like the perfect opportunity but nope,

And maybe don’t kill,of characters like sienna and have characters like Robyn hill who are actively trying to combat class inequality get competed into fighting Salem instead

Movies like nimona manage it I don’t see why rwby can’t

This is the last time I'll be answering an ask to do with these issues in RWBY. I don't feel that there's a satisfactory answer, and certainly not one that I can provide. I've mentioned something along those lines before, but I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt that you're not the same anon and didn't see my posted answer.

I recently reblogged a post about these issues, but that doesn't mean my answer has changed. That post basically said there is no simple fix, and that means it isn't possible to do in RWBY, unless it was a fictional fix that wouldn't work in reality, which would be disrespectful.

I'm not sure what you expect four teenagers to be able to do, even small scale. They're good at fighting Grimm, but that doesn't mean anyone's going to pay attention to them about anything else.

Ruby's lucky at least some people listened to her broadcast about Salem, but that's connected with Grimm.

Weiss was the SDC heiress but ended up having that taken away before she could do anything good with it, and actually doing anything would have had to wait until her father was no longer in control.

Blake persuaded Menagerie's faunus to form a militia and help save Haven from Adam's corrupted White Fang, but that took a serendipitous attack on her parents and their house partly burning down. She can't command that militia to do anything else.

Yang would struggle to persuade anyone to do anything. The last time Remnant at large saw her was during the Vytal tournament broadcast, apparently breaking Mercury's leg unprovoked. The CCT is still down, so chances are most people have no idea she was set up. I dunno, maybe she could intimidate some sense into people?

I'm not sure when team RWBY would have had time to do anything while in Atlas. Ironwood kept them busy. Were they supposed to take down or reform the SDC with the one night off they had? If they'd tried they might well have found themselves arrested, the SDC and its Dust is rather important to the Atlas military. And then where would they be with their goal of getting the second Relic from the Atlas vault?

As for after things fell apart with Ironwood... As important as these issues are, avoiding arrest and doing their part to help get word out about Salem, or helping Mantle and then rescuing Oscar had priority.

It's not the reason they've done it, they just happened to fall in love, but I guess it could be argued that Blake and Yang's romance is some sort of proof that faunus and humans are equal.

After Salem is eventually somehow defeated, I can imagine at least Blake working with or even leading the reformed White Fang and campaigning for faunus rights. I'm sure the rest of her team would help her if there's anything they can do.

But survival against Salem has to come first. So a huntress like Robyn Hill doesn't really have any choice. There won't be any world to improve if Salem isn't stopped.

As for Sienna, take that up with Adam. I'd much rather she hadn't been killed off too, but there was no other way that was going to end between them.

That's the best I can do, anon. I'm well aware it's not a great answer. I can't provide one. I don't think there is one.

I haven't seen Nimona, I don't have a Netflix subscription. Maybe I'll watch it the next time I want to rewatch She-Ra. I've read the Nimona graphic novel years ago, but I don't remember bigotry being solved in there. Unless you meant an attempt being made? I need to reread it.

Edit: this got long and I forgot about a read more cut until now. Apologies!

#Ask #Anonymous #RWBY #team RWBY #RWBY speculation #Bumbleby #mentioned Bumbleby anyway #faunus rights #ensemble RWBY

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I genuinely don't know how I would have been able to pursue becoming a priest without transitioning first. Not just because transitioning has made me into a much more confident person with a closer relationship to God, my community, and myself, but also because the life experience has been so weirdly similar.

Telling people that you want to become a priest? Weirdly like coming out as trans. Some people are happy for you, many are confused or surprised, some are pretty uncomfortable with it, but no matter how they feel, the vast majority of people don't know how to talk to you about it. You're not just telling them what you want to do with yourself in the future, you're hinting that you've had this big, very personal change about how you think of yourself and your place in the world, but no one knows how to talk about deep gender feelings or religious feelings in polite company so we have to stick to surface chat while knowing that there's something much deeper lurking underneath.

Going to seminar? Weirdly like early transition. You're connecting with new people and cultures, you're learning a ton of stuff that makes you reevaluate your entire worldview, you're seeing the world in totally new ways. You have breakdowns constantly but when you recover, your strength to go forward is even stronger than it was. You learn to translate this deep yearning of your soul into reality, and that's fucking scary and overwhelming but every time you move forward, you realize it's worth it. Also, it's way too expensive.

Applying to become a postulant? Whooo boy, I definitely needed the practice of all the paperwork, appointments, and evaluations from transitioning to even make me a fraction of the way ready to do the same to become a priest. There are so many goddamn steps and meetings.

Anyways I'm once again grateful I'm trans. Dunno how cis people do it.

#and this isn't even starting on how realizing that I'm nonbinary was fundamentally entangled in feeling called #so much that they're not parallel experiences #they're part of the same experience #christianity #about me

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Hello! I dunno if I'm gonna word this right so bear wit me please. But I'm curious.

I heard from a lot of systems that when there's a fictive they're WAAAYYY different than they were in the source.

What's that feel like? I mean... how do I explain? Like, you're suddenly... alive? Sorry if that's offensive, I unno a good word for what happens. Manifest?

And then you're seeing all this stuff about you but they're also kinna NOT about you personally?

Is that super overwhelming? How do you deal with that?

I hope that makes sense. I'm so bad at explaining and wording stuff.

Great question. Not offended, glad you asked. Just the way you’re asking gives me the impression that you get it.

It’s incredibly overwhelming! That’s a big reason I made this blog. Before the blog, I kind of walked into the Motel (the innerworld) with no sense of where I fit into it, let alone the world-at-large. But here, answering questions and stuff, it gives me direction, a purpose. A way to connect to my source, and all the people who love that source. And I want to contribute to that, because I feel like a part of it.

I am sort of suddenly alive. I suddenly exist. And the rules are different. Reality is different. I still have all of my memories from the game. That was all I knew before I “walked in.” Hell, I have memories that aren’t even in the game, but they’re blurry and hard to define until I explore them - kind of like that ask about if I’d ever want a pet.

More under cut….

I don’t want to say that I’m “WAYYY” different than my source. I’m kind of like an alternate reality version of that Andrew, I guess. Like, yeah… I fucking killed people and even ate them and also I didn’t do that because that happened in a game.

Would I kill someone now? Well, no, my circumstances are completely different for one thing. Also I don’t want to perpetuate a stereotype of an “evil alter” that can switch in and commit acts of violence. But when I put myself back in the headspace of my source and the exaggerated experience of fiction, I can still feel it. And when it comes to the play of an ask blog, why not do a little murder? Or whatever. Who’s it hurting?

When it comes to seeing people talking about a me that is not me, there’s definitely cognitive dissonance there. I just have to try to separate their experience and interpretation of the me that is a publicly-consumable character versus the me that is me.

For example, a lot of people are really into transgender/“genderbent”/femdrew/Andrea—whatever you want to call her. Seeing those interpretations give me some gender dysphoria, probably because the host of my system is trans masculine. But none of those interpretations are about me. So it’s simple, I just keep scrolling. I move along. Trans Andrew is just as valid as I am. And I know every version of me is important to the person that version is stemming from, and it says more about them than it does about me.

As for suddenly being in a system full of people I don’t know. It kind of sucks! Everyone here can read my mind?! I’m not used to that kind of lack of privacy, and I used to live with Ashley so that’s saying something! And I’m not the only fictive here, either. (There are fucking Teen Titans here? Lmfao??) And that’s difficult because, you know, we don’t all get along.

Anyway that was a LOT longer than I meant it to be. Kind of a whole vent post! Hope you don’t mind, Anon.

If you see this, feel free to shoot me a DM? I’m happy to talk more about this in detail (though I guess I already have…). Hope to hear from you.

Thanks so much.

#fictive #plural system #plurality #introject #osdd system #osdd #answered asks #anon

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skarnaes · 1 year

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Non-euclidean geometry in media is one of the most fascinating things to me. I remember playing games like Antichamber and The Stanley Parable when I was younger and I only now realize how much of an impact they had on my younger, sponge-like brain. There's a feeling akin to a fourth wall break when reality itself breaks before you, you cannot rely on the comfort of knowing not only what will happen, but can happen next. It oddly resembles the feeling of listening to music outside of 12-tone equal temperament, especially if you're like me, and has spent years listening and studying to music inside this one system. Using a medium to its full potential, to the point where you feasibly cannot recreate said art in any other way. Books like House of Leaves are a perfect example of 'media that cannot be recreated in any other form'. It is a popular form of ergodic literature; a book whereas effort is required to traverse through pages to get the full picture of the story. There are pages where the text will suddenly be backwards, form shapes, etc. The format of the text will physically bend to act as a metaphor for what the characters in the book are feeling/what is happening to them. Without explaining the whole plot of the book to ya; there is a part in the book where someone is stuck in an endless labyrinth, and just for curiosities sake decides to punch through a wall. As a direct result of this, the next few pages in the book quite literally have a hole in them, showing the text that was there a few pages earlier. It's even mirrored on the other side of the page.

(Pictured: House of Leaves, the page I just explained to you. The blue square in the middle is the "hole" in the text. Image from CloudCuckooCountry's video about ergodic literature, where he talks about this exact thing).

Of course, I cant talk about meta media without mentioning liminal spaces and The Backrooms... There isn't much to say other than that this sense of unease seem to be a universal feeling. Many of us growing up in the 2000s can faintly remember being, or atleast seeing a place like a park, a long hallway, a mall etc. Viewing these pictures—which to some degree remind us of our childhood—in a distorted manner not only tugs at our nostalgia but also feeds into our subconscious fear of the uncanny valley. Our new generation is obsessed with nostalgia, so it's no wonder this "meta-genre" of horror is so popular, with things like Gemini Home Entertainment, Mandela Catalogue and so on. Gen Z is widely considered an experimentational generation, with the global normalization of the internet and social media becoming much more prevalent in our daily lives. At a time where we are spoonfed all sorts of both real and fake news from all over the world at all times, it's no wonder most would rather go back to a time where you weren't always pressured to stay connected. Anyways.. dunno how my small ramble about non-euclidean geometry in media turned into me writing about gen z and nostalgia. I'm gonna go back to being inactive now.. (_ _ ") .. Zzzz

#honestly this topic aint that bad for like a essay i think .. might rewrite this in the future #i suck at tags #fourth wall #nostalgia #meta #ergodic literature #house of leaves #liminal spaces #FUCK i had to finish an assignment why do i always do this

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I’ll start from afar :D Back in the day, Destiny 1 came out with a Collector’s Edition that had a sort of ‘field journal’. It was made like a guns manual from The Last City with a few guardians notes inside of it, and it was great. Very immersive. Your art give me a similar feeling - as if I stumbled upon sketchbook/artbook of someone trying to catch a glimpse of world that’s around them. Dunno if I’m making any sense to you but I love how ‘real/raw’ it feels in terms of not trying to be over polished, at the same it’s very rich in detail which makes you wanna stare it and find some new cool details. Wish you enough time/inspiration/financial freedom to do what you want to do.

that is a very good comparison because i just feel this way! i have a deep connection with the world beyond reality and i draw what i see. my eyes find crevices that nobody looked upon before. it has to be documented in some way

#plasmanswers

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Being the calm, cool, and collected ten-year-old that Yuuri was, he pretty much knew he had life figured out. He didn’t realize it then, but he was experiencing awe for the first time. The experience of admiration and elevation in response to physical beauty, displays of exceptional ability, or deep emotional expression being put out for the world to see sirening a song into his very being. The awe-inspiring stimulus could only be experienced as vast and difficult to comprehend for his young mind. It challenged his worldview. His limited sense of island and onsen and town, surpassing the scope of his current frame of reference. Suddenly the world was large and round and waiting.

The realization started in the distance with the sound of an oboe, it's low mournful sound calling the start to an event. It drew in the dark eyes. Ten years on this earth. Five years learning, really learning how to glide and turn, twizzle and slide. Jumps were new, and while he wasn't so bad at it, he admitted he was still learning. And thrugh it all, he'd merely done it for fun. It was a joy, just a thing that could easily become a passing phase. Then he saw Victor Nikiforov make the ice his home. The ease, the grace, the way he seemed to tell stories - older than cold itself - called to him. He turned towards his family and smiled, pointing at the television. "I'm going to skate like him!"

"You'll have to practice hard to get to that level," Mari said, staring at the screen. "Gonna be a lot of work."

"I can do it! I'm going to skate on the same ice one day."

Mari grunted, smiling when Yuuri couldn't see. "Right. Well, if you want to do that, we'll have to figure out some things."

"But I can do it right?"

"I dunno. Can you?"

Light illuminated the the determination in Yuuri's awed smile. "I can do anything! I'm gonna do it! Watch me!"

~~~

He lay on the cheep cotton sheets, his silken hair spread like a fan behind him, damp from the shower, smelling of cold and hotel soap. He'd feasted. He'd dined. He'd savored every crumb. Flowers adorned the thin dresser, lay tossed about the bed, tangled in heaps on the table. These were a mere tokens of the crowed gratitude. Tomorrow was the free skate. Tomorrow he would gorge.

As the drops of water glistening against his winter flesh crackled and steamed, evaporating into mist, Victor smiled to himself. Something was fabulous about this new feeling. Something distant and full of wonder. Perhaps his connection to the Dream was growing, becoming more stable now that he wasn't starving.

He heard what the announcers said. He listened to the cries of shock and delight. He felt the pull of there gasps, sucking life out of the room, afraid to let air back in lest it be their last breath. He'd landed a set of daring combos, wanting - no. Needing to make himself known. The shadows in the ice could echo a summers warmth all they wanted. The shred of snow from its surface could succumb to the heat of artificial lights when ever it wanted. They would not move him from his goal. He'd come here for a reason. He was going to find Yuri. Then he would return to the Dream, where precious things were safe from mundane reality.

His eyes closed, cerulean orbs ready to reflect the day in memory. Breath came in long steady pulls. His skin tingled. He lay limp, a smile tugging his lips.

From the mirror hung uselessly on the wall, far from any purposeful placement, a flicker of something darker remained. It watched, waited, and when the Ice King was well and truly in somnic dreams, it flicked with a quiet presence into dark being, watching. Waiting. When no reaction came, the thin comforter pulled itself over the sleeping teen before shimmering thrugh the shadows into a near by chamber.

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"Tell me," Christophe said to the reflection of a very powerful being, "how is the plan proceeding?"

"If any harm comes to Yuri..."

"That's the mortal world, I'm afraid." Before the threat of manifestation became corporal, the spring fey held up a gentle hand. "You have to trust." The lack of response didn't change the weight in the air. It threatened to suffocate Christophe with a sulfuric caress. Gulping, he reached quickly for the dross he kept in the shape of breath mints, popping open the red and white tin. The stench of peppermint threatened to overwhelm. Despite knowing it would hurt, he crunched three quickly.

"He's here! I know he is! We'll complete him, and then he wont be so reckless. That's what you wanted isn't it? For Victor to stop putting lives at risk because he couldn't figure out what was missing?" For a precious moment he thought the shadow wouldn't listen, was to upset. Then the pressure lifted, leaving the smell of spice and warm autumn breezes. Gasping, Christophe swallowed hard. Clamoring to stand, he looked around. The shadows were merely shadows, the mirrors showing nothing more than they should. When he turned to sink into his bed, he cried out in alarm. He'd sat on a dried leaf, it's crinkling decay crunched under his weight.

He was lucky, he knew, to only receive a warning. The Hero didn't do half measures, no unseelie did. They really needed to find Yuri. And Victor's other half. He didn't know they could survive what would happen if they didn't.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26

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ooh i wanna hear ur opinions and problems with 17776, if you'd like to share them

So a lot of the novel (let's call it that for simplicity) is about metaphor; One of the major ones is "American Football is a very dangerous sport, it causes massive damage to people, it's fucked up we let kids do it given the lifelong CTE, the only way it can be considered ethical to play is if everyone is immortal and there are no kids to be hurt" But that leaves the object level kind of scant, you know, it feels like pieces are missing from the puzzle. Some of this, of course, is that I'm interpreting it one way and the author means it a different way. Still, I feel like the evidence is there for a much more horrifying interpretation that drops out later: I'm reading about there being no more children, and people playing the exact same game for centuries in the same canyon with no chance of escape, and there being 8 million people left, and it looks to me like there's Something Going On.

So when the end of the book comes, and the answers are "Uh, dunno what's up with the No Kids" and "Yeah, people expect to wring out every scrap of joy from every activity because they'll eventually be bored" and "Whoops, I made an out-of-universe typo and instead of correcting it, I just left it in." It feels incredibly unsatisfying.

The second one is the thing that breaks immersion for me. Human Psychology just Does Not Work That Way, people will not try and wring out every possible joy from a game before moving on, just because they expect to one day be bored. They will, in fact, get bored and do something else. I can take people wanting to live in the same '87 Ford because they want something kind of boring, it helps ground the story, I can accept the guy waiting in a cave for decades because I can imagine one Henry Darger type doing very weird shit. I cannot accept that everyone will just keep doing whatever they're doing just because the opportunity might not come up again.

Similarly, a lot of the window dressing is hard to stomach. Everyone is playing variations on weird games, but apparently after 10 millennia no one is interested in spending a century or so terraforming Mars, because that would get in the way of showing off Cool Football World. A lot of the story is rooted in Nostalgia, and I can respect that, especially since most of the population would've been born in the 60s and that never changes, but while "We keep moving around and living in the same apartment forever" starts to break immersion.

I just kind of wanted a story that either was more upfront about where it was breaking reality so it clearer what themes we're exploring, or which didn't literally feel like it ran out of time and did an infodump about how the futures really not that scary.

The characters are great, most of the imaginary football is great, the parts really trying to be existential and moving are great, but some of the connective tissue is missing and it's very obvious what wasn't filled in after the author structured the story he wanted to tell.

#17776 critical

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pebiejeebies · 5 months

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hey uh

dunno if this is a weird question but

you said stuff like ‘you should find your kins’, it made me curious xP

could you maybe elaborate how one would go about doing that? (and anything else youd like to mention about the topic?)

thanks if so! i wouldnt know where to begin to start researching this stuff haha

( praying that my info is accurate + that I used this right for myself )

Lemme make a list of steps for you to simplify everything! :D

1- Find out who you relate to the most: This is the best and quickest way to figure out your kin! You start with someone you think you connect to, then next

2- You reaserch THE HECK out of them: as much as possible, from their personalities, to their colors (I realized I had some sort of connection for white creatures/characters, so when I found out cabby used to be white, it just seemed like we were meant to be lmao), to their friends and foes, and a lot more, just genuinely study the character!

3- Now find the things you relate to about the character: Take what you learnt, and compare them to your life in your own way, (Ex: Let’s say cabby freaked out over a small fight, try to analyze why she did that, and how much of her reactions and thoughts are related to yours) you can swap the characters for your irl people that affected you in the same way (Ex: let’s say cabby and bot had a fight, if I see myself having the same reaction in the fight but I never really fought with a fictional character, just replace “Bot” with anyone that treated or reacted to you the same way, as accurate as possible is the best option!) and see how much of their personality relates to you, or how they act, or how they think, the more you relate with them in more than just one of these things, the more you are connected!

4- Now imagine: Imagine what you would do in their place, put yourself in similar situations and see how much you react and think like the character! (Ex: Let’s say there’s a scenario that you have to interact in, act in character as much as you can, if it doesn’t seem right or doesn’t fit? You can try to act like yourself and connect the dots!)

5- The most important part of this post:

-It’s completely fine if you take a year or a week to figure yourself out

-You don’t have to be EXACTLY the same, since in reality nobody is the exact same, just make sure that the things you don’t relate to aren’t bigger than the things you relate to

-Its completely fine if you’ve made a mistake on your kin (aka got your kin type wrong) It’s completely normal to make mistakes

-DONT. and I repeat, DONT study the characters you LIKE, study the characters you RELATE to, there’s a huge difference between favorites and kins, even if your favorite character isn’t you kin

-Your kintype is NOT a choice, the kin you found is something you can’t deny or hide, embrace your kin, and try to find the good in the bad

-Be true to yourself, don’t cry or get angry for not getting what you want, be happy about the journey, and about seeing yourself in a different body, shape, color, size, and world! Get excited when you see yourself on the screen and go “Look at me go! That’s me! I’m that character!” <3

-Lastly, don’t stress yourself if you don’t know who you are/don’t know who you relate to, etc, there’s no rush, no race, everyone takes their time, and don’t get angry about what you kin, I want you to be happy that you are a fiction kin, and even if it isn’t the character you wanted, it will feel better when you act as your true self rather than act like the character you like, because in reality your favorite character might not even relate to you at all! But if it does then you’re lucky just like me :D

I hope this helps, in fact I’ll make a smaller less overwhelming list to get the main points for you

1- Find the character you relate to the most (it could be many, or just one) not the character you favorite/like, trust me, if you act like your favorite it won’t seem like your personality fits them, unless your favorite is the one you think you kin!

2- Research, very important, you can use the wiki (no not that boring white and black page, there’s a fan made wiki for all your favorite characters in this website here) to find out more about your character

3- Find connections and relatable information about you and the character, the more accurate you get, the more you will feel connected to said character!

4- Imagine yourself in a situation where you are the character or being yourself and see how much your thoughts and actions link!

WOAH! that’s a lot, I know, but give yourself time.

(Haha not me infodumping my 1 week research into one overwhelming post, you can tell how much I like infodumping abt stuff I like lmao)

Btw do tell if I got anything wrong fictionkins out there! I am very open to new info and corrections, since I’m not a very reliable person due to my memory…

Have a great day, and I hope this helps anyone else find themselves, and it’s okay if you don’t kin anyone! Everyone is special in their own way <3

Only you can find out who you are, not your friend, or family, you

#fiction kin #fiction #fictkin #fictionkin #kin #kintype #nonhuman #otherkin #kintypes #fictionkins

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sansebastinae · 2 years

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i can't write a story so instead i will. write the idea down horribly like the digital version of writing on a napkin, because I know it will disappear. and draw something to make a point

pretend this was barcelona or whatever and i'll just leave it hanging because i dont know how to connect 5 (for 14 haha badumtss)

The red carnation is said to be the national flower of Spain. Fernando is unconvinced, because he’s from the North and maybe he's not heard of it, and maybe that flower is a more Southern Spain thing. Either way, he's somehow gotten a hold of one, because today he woke up with one goal, everything else be damned : put this flower on Sebastian's hair.

He's shit at romantic gestures, he knows that, and he would rather marathon cycle from Portugal all the way to, dunno, the Finnish Lapland than deal with the reality that is Cupid's hammer. Yes, hammer, because the realisation that he liked Sebastian for a while hit him quite hard in the face.

Right now, he is dealing with it. first step to admitting and all that. except he's not that poetic regarding personal relationships. sure he could recite the right calculations and bends of a tricky painful track like Singapore. how do you convince the World's Most Loved Driver that you sincerely like him, when there's seven billion other people who could do it better ? To the media, he's always seem annoyed at everything he's done. now you say you love him? Yeah, right.

Even worse, how would you string your words together, when he realises he's somehow made his way straight to the Aston Martin hospitality building, without remembering a single moment of it? Somehow tell Britta who is looking at him with a raised eyebrow, like he was up to no good, that he would want to meet him personally. now they're both standing right in front of the door to Seb's room, somehow.

well, too late for that. she's knocked on the door and gone off, and he's met a pair of sleepy but curious blue eyes that are looking right at him. the same beautiful eyes that has never changed even from 15 years back.

the way Seb simply looks at him, sunlight from the window illuminating his golden curls, makes the flower pale as a gift. Fernando thinks maybe he really should've just cycled those feelings away.

#i cannot write #but. i must #writing #sebastian vettel #fernando alonso

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OK my Deltarune Theory for Chapter 3. My prediction is that it is wrong lol.

My crackship theory that totally there's no way to happen is this. The main theme of the 3rd Dark world is "something to hide" and "admitting to one's mistakes".

There's several things here, let's start with the theme, the aesthetic one, I think it's safe to assume that it's going to be "different channels you can find on TV", it's not necessarily room specific since most of Cyberworld was computer based even if there were things such as tables books and stuff, altough there will be areas that will be similar to rooms in the house that fit within the theme, Kitchen Cooking show, Bathroom Soap Opera... But thanks to the sweepstakes we know that some sort of mafia theme will also be present.

Mafia are a form of criminal activity, they commit morally questionable acts that go against the law. Now need I remind you what legal force has been called over to the Dremurr Residence that is on its way to possibly enter it? The Police. Wether it's Undyne, Napstablook or potentially Both, we have a main point of conflict, the cops will be against whatever these goobers and the main showrunner of this place have going on.

But also, Undyne knows Susie and has a track record of not a very good view on her (also she is desperate for actual crminals to bring to justice). Seeig as the evidence she has knowledge of, the tyres, the open door and now Susie is here on what was first the Dremurr residence? Undyne will give chase, however there will come a point when someone comes to defend her...

Toriel, seeing this adult antagonizing Susie steps in, creating the main conflict of ideals, Toriel believes Susie is innocent and Undyne believes her to be Guilty of everything going on, all the while the main showrunner is using this to their advantage to so SOMETHING that idk will be.

The main "BAD GUY" is not something i'd venture much to say off of, but I think there's a strong case to be made for them to be a News Reporter. The news are the channel most tied to REALITY, and for a DARKNER, that means a stronger connection to the LIGHT WORLD as in, knowing the most of WHAT'S HAPPENING IN THE WORLD. Idk what the deal or motivation will be, but i think they will be making a whole like, media manipulation of the conflict between these three, making it all really hard for them to talk things out. Also, blackmail for Kris, dunno what the Boss wants in the grand scheme of things, the TV was PLUGGED IN when KRIS MADE THE FOUNTAIN, so I think they may just KNOW for sure.

But the most important aspect of all this I think Susie will think the Boss dude is talking about her BULLYING OF KRIS, this will be a Susie development chapter again, she will be antagonized like in the Card Kingdom but this time after having BECOME GOOD. Not only that but, Toriel standing up for her will have Susie feel guilty, the mother of the kid she basically attempted to bully is standing up for her, not even knowing of what she said to Kris on the Apple dialogue or the locker scene.

Eventually, it will be revealed to Toriel and things will go awry since it is known that she has a strong sense of right and wrong, justice and a powerful maternal instinct, and idk from this point really...

Altough an addendum here, we have talked about guilt and doing something wrong but, there is one character that is related to this family that has it in a way darker tone, a darker tone fiting of a Secret Boss. Yes, one way or the other, the next in line in the Dark Crystal saga is related to Asgore and the reason that he was kicked from the force, his marriage and most of his happiness. A guilt derived from something big. The flowers are a good contender for this but I dunno, maybe a sheriff since crime, police, and guilt go hand in hand.

That's all, I'm wrong as all hell tho lol

#deltarune #deltarune theory #deltarune speculation #deltarune chapter 3 #deltarune mike #deltarune tenna #kris deltarune #toriel #susie deltarune #undyne #deltarune secret boss #asgore

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turanga4 · 6 months

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Trick or treat!! 🍫

D'awww thanks thanks! That looks like a full sized bar of chocolate, making you a Halloween Hero.

The smallest possible window remains for candy distribution before the night is over.

Truly, it's SLIM PICKINGS in my WIP file, but lemme toss out one plot bunny. I sometimes feel like these trick-or-treat asks are me dropping a pebble down a deep and soundless well, but...if this seems of interest, perhaps I might flesh it out more. The prompt for a fest I didn't actually participate in was "cigarette," and what came to my mind was a conversation between Sirius and James involving the line, "Those muggle things will kill you, you know.”

As a backdrop for a moment in which both of them reckon with the reality that the stands that they’re taking outside of the pureblood world put them in danger.

Set in a point in time (perhaps early seventh year?) when James is beginning to be actually connected to Lily, in a turangaverse where, in the past, he and Sirius messed around.

Dunno, is it worth exploring further, or nah?

Thanks heaps either way for the ask!

#harry potter fan fiction #trick or treat asks #james potter #sirius black #nope nope not gonna drop the portmanteau here #it's silly #antlers? feet? i don't even know.#but yeah i think they may have had Experience #and exploring that could be kind of interesting #perhaps

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greatrunner · 8 months

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"You've given them the semblance of a choice. That's enough".

Count on Lan to be honest about the lack of honesty, lmao

Alright so, I reached the end of the Wheel of Time last night, and it's honestly making me wonder why this series was eight episodes instead, I dunno, 13 or 22?

Looking back, if this was a mere miniseries, I could understand the truncated, "let's get to Point A to Point B" number of episodes. I mean, eight (as I remember) was the hardline definition of a miniseries if it wasn't six, five, four, three, or two.

The show spends a lot of time introducing new ideas, flashbacks, and whatnot. Some of it gets paid off alright, but the rest feels more like a "please renew us" ploy than anything beneficial to the story. I like the idea that this isn't just a basic generic fantasy world. That, at some point, the world reached a "Society If [Blank] Happened" type of reality, then I guess, did a whole walk backward into the Renaissance Fair. That's cool, I wanna see more of that idea explored in the story.

But, what was the point of that false dragon narrative outside of setting up the dynamics of the white tower (specifically, giving a lot of face time to the one Team Red character who's apparently supposed to represent Misandry (????), until Moraine threatens to snitch about her male side piece, which made me cackle)?

That's not a bad thing, but with the way the character got a whole intro, I would've assumed he would've got a lot more than "Mini-Boss demoted to Jobber".

They really dragged out the whole "Who is the Dragon Reborn" nonsense until the second to last episode, then revealed it with what feels like the intention to do a speedrun of a Souls Boss Battle, right down to the "Big Fight Separates the Group" bit.

I'm not really understanding the whole Nynaeve/Lan subplot. One character says, "She likes you", and there's almost zero interaction between these characters outside of homegirl's contempt and mistrust of him and Moraine. Maybe some fireside time with the other Warders. I viewed the latter as Nynaeave becoming a little less distrustful of people, but not a foundation for a romance.

I had half a suspicion they were gonna try to pair her off with Stephin (the white guy who lost his Channeler) before I even considered Lan was a potential love interest?

But now the last couple of episodes are like, "Welp, let's run with this" and on top of the doldrums that is Moraine's #1 Stan and Angry Ginger's drama (plus the guy who gutted his wife), I'm just not here for this nonsense. (Understandably, I know that moment was just friends slinging mud at each other, but they really went Felicity with the whole thing.)

Like, when the hell in the last six episodes before that comment was the audience supposed to pick on "Tsundre Nynaeve Has a Crush on Stoic Bodyguard and Edward Cullen Stalks Him Everywhere"?

(Makes no damn sense. It displeases me.)

On the other end of things, I kinda like how Moraine's story arc ended (as far as season one goes). Like, I didn't want her to lose her connection to the one power, but it also kinda felt like a consequence of every choice she's made in the show (so far). And, ironic (I guess????). Rosamund Pike really sold the loss, and Danie Henney made it worse with the "Can you unmute me, please?" And she's all ;_;

Throughout the show, she's had great chemistry with the five Ronin Warriors she picked up. The show certainly squandered the dynamic between Moraine and Angry Ginger (I wanna call him Josh, but that's the actor's name). That whole "Last Stand" against the Dark One would've been way more compelling if, again, the show's first season chose length over expediency.

(The Dark One could be an interesting character since Ginger didn't kill him but released him. But I get the feeling he's just gonna be a pretentious version of HEROES's Sylar, who was already up-his-own-ass to begin with if you get me.)

The show tries to incorporate that into the story. Moraine's general lack of interest in anyone except that one woman who trusts her immediately after learning about the One Power. How that sends her up Shit Creek when she realizes the Dragon is that one dude she ignored. To some degree, it works, but it also just feels like them covering their asses.

Ultimately, the end of the season felt, not like the end of a story chapter, but very television-y. Moraine saying, "This wasn't the last battle. This was just the beginning", threw me into a Dragon Ball Z flashback. Specifically, the one where Gohan hits SS2 and Dale Kelly (the OG DBZ narrator) is selling the "tune in next time!" moment.

I'll probably wait until the second season's done airing to watch all of it. Overall, Wheel of Time is a decent show. Not at all like Game of Thrones outside of how the writing seems to be taking visual cues from explicitly not white cultures and framing them in questionably malicious ways in contrast to the Eurocentric White Tower girlies.

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