#I feel like he's one of the best huggers on this entire planet and what I'd give to have beefy army boy hug me
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i like thinking way too much about fromsoft games. there’s something about the light touch the writers use to carve out their worlds that just absolutely tickles my brain. writing way too much about the most trivial details using college essay formats is the easiest exercise to make sure my brain can still make basic connections and convey those connections to other people. but as a lore prescriptivist (snob), i try to only stick to what’s in front of me without attempting to drag in outside resources or succumb to the apparent impulse to engage in wild speculation that many fans find themselves mired in. additionally, i try to make things as clear as possible for the fandom rubbernecks who like to read lore dumps about things that are totally outside their wheelhouse (i do this).
here’s something really annoying to keep in mind with these games: they write the scripts in english and translate them to japanese. but the dev team obviously works in japanese and have a tendency to reveal connections that are either relevant to unlocking questions not addressed in the game (such as the parasitic wall hugger having the file name “Prince Izalith”). there are also inconsistencies between the english and japanese translations, which raises more questions about what the authorial intent REALLY is. so the best we can do is filter the noise, ignore the innate desire to put words or ideas in any developer’s mouth, and stick to things you can copy-paste to support your argument.
that said i have one theory i refuse to give up entirely on the basis that it is really funny to think about: Gwyn’s firstborn is the father of Crossbreed Priscilla.
look out bitch! look out bitch!
i will go over all the reasons that support my argument and then i will discuss the objective problems with my theory, which is absolutely not one i think anyone holds but me. generally, the community is in agreement that her father is traitor turned mad scientist Seath The Scaleless. seath is an albino dragon who, due to his jealously of the scales that granted eternal life to the other dragons, betrayed his brethren and helped the gods wipe the once everlasting dragons off the planet. his bottom half looks like microwaved tinfoil because he’s been fucking around with crystals. also he was just born fucked up.
seath was rewarded with dukedom and a slice of Gwyn’s (king of the gods. who are a race separate from humans, rather than literal gods) soul.
first let’s talk about what supports my theory, so you can get a feel for the timeline of events and the social mores within the world of dark souls (?? i typed this)
PRO:
Crossbreed Priscilla lives in the Painted World of Ariamis: this is explicitly a location for things and people that the gods want to either forget about or sentence to exile. there are very few residents in the painting; the entire population is priscilla, the corpse of xanthous king jeremiah, a rotting dragon descendant (a wyvern), phalanx from demon souls who got lost somehow, a handful of hollows and skeleton wheels, and velka’s crow worshippers.
Xanthous Crown - A mysterious item once worn by the Xanthous King Jeremiah, the legendary exile
Peculiar Doll - There once was an abomination who had no place in this world. She clutched this doll tightly, and eventually was drawn into a cold and lonely painted world.
Dark Ember - The church long hid the forbidden black ember, and no living blacksmith knows of it. Occult weapons were used to hunt the Gods, and are effective against their followers and kin
velka, an unseen goddess with a single worshipper, is an entire other kettle of fish, but she’s not as complicated as people make her out to be. she was banished or killed by the gods for participating in the plot to overthrow them (this is another subject that causes people to spin out). i dont have time to get into this, it just matters that she’s persona non-grata.
priscilla herself is described as a “crossbreed bastard child” in her soul description. this confirms that she is the result of an unauthorized fuck and suck. as the “antithesis to all life”, she wields a weapon called the lifehunt scythe that mows down gods and drains any mortal that tries to use it.
Lifehunt Scythe - Even the Gods feared Priscilla's lifehunt ability, and in the hands of a mortal, its power will turn upon its wielder.
why the fuck would gwyn keep around someone who could kill him and everything he’s been working for? the man was so freaked out over the idea of the age of gods ending and losing power that he threw himself on a pyre and invented a new way to suffer to prolong the inevitable. why is there a black knight, gwyn’s most trusted troops, protecting the doll and one of three berenike troops in the entire game protecting priscilla herself? the answer is the same reason why he kept gwyndolin in spite of her snake leg deformity and simply hid her away: she’s family.
CONCLUSION: PRISCILLA IS GWYN’S GRANDDAUGHTER
Gwyn’s firstborn was erased from history for an unknown, unforgivable trespass: the amount of Mad gwyn is at his firstborn son cannot be understated; statues across lordran depicting him have been shattered, he was stripped of his godhood, and he was exiled from anor londo.
Ring of the Sun’s Firstborn - Lord Gwyn's firstborn was a god of war, but his foolishness led to a loss of the annals, and rescinding of his deific status.
Today, even his name is not known.
Sunlight Blade - The power of sunlight, manifested as lightning, is very effective against dragons. When the eldest son was stripped of his deific status, he left this on his father's coffin, perhaps as a final farewell.
“foolishness” is such a weird ass turn of phrase for something that got you disowned so hard your dad forgot who you were. its so like...mild. just an observation. an example of a thing gwyn specifically might find unforgivable is fucking a dragon, as they are his mortal enemies and he just spent all that time killing them.
you DO eventually meet this son, The Nameless King, in ds3.
CONCLUSION: THE NAMELESS KING’S TRESPASS WAS SHAMEFUL ENOUGH TO HIDE WHAT HE DID AND WHO HE WAS, BUT NOT KILL HIM
The Nameless King has been deified by dragons and their worshippers: this one is so weird. by ds3 you are told outright that the nameless king “sacrificed everything to ally himself” with dragons and those who want to become them. he’s not even the first dark souls character to do it all for the nookie.
archdragon peak, a location where dragon worshippers go to begin their physical transformation, is riddled with statues of him looking badass. this is also where you fight him and his drake (it has 4 wings, but no everlasting scales) friend, the ambiguously named “king of the storm”. its not clear if the “king of the storm” is a title they share together or what the nameless king calls himself when he’s with his dragon lover or if thats the name of the dragon. regardless, killing the dragon begins the phase 2 solo fight against the nameless king. making this more confusing is that in japanese, both phases are named “the nameless king” and calls the king of the storm a wyvern instead of a stormdrake.
Lightning Storm - Once a slayer of dragons, the former king and wargod tamed a Stormdrake, on which he led a lifetime of battle. This miracle is likely a tale of their bond.
wow. love truly conquers all. gay rights!
CONCLUSION: THE NAMELESS KING IS COOL
Seath has never had sex: look at him. no way.
MY THEORY: gwyn’s firstborn, overtaken with sexual desire, fucked a dragon. the result of their copulation was priscilla, an abomination whose innate abilities made her extremely dangerous. gwyn threw his firstborn’s ass out from a combination of shame and anger, but could not bring himself to kill either. ariamis was commissioned to create a world for her, which became an all purpose dump for shit gwyn didnt want to think about any more.
AGAINST:
Priscilla is white: it’s pretty hard to ignore the fact that seath and priscilla share the same very unique skin tone...color palate? you know what i mean. the most common theory is that priscilla is the result of seath’s experiments or his daughter by way of gwynevere. what we do know about seath’s experiments is that the failed results transformed women into snake-ish creatures called pisacas. as stated many times in the series: a snake is a failed dragon (this is true in real life too). maybe one of them was successful.
BUT: there’s some problems with this, actually. for one thing priscilla isn’t albino; her eyes are white and she’s fluffy, like the everlasting dragons we do see. gwynevere married some guy named flann and booked it out of anor londo years ago.
Ring of the Sun Princess - The Princess of Sunlight Gwynevere left Anor Londo along many other deities, and later became wife to Flame God Flann.
so the gwynevere theory is out. it’s more likely that she’s a successful experiment who got too scary so she had to go in the paint. i dont really get why he was trying to turn women into dragons, if thats what he was up to. maybe he was trying to have sex. he was tired of using his j/o crystals or whatever.
Yorshka and The Painter: okay, we can assume that the painter of the next painted world, a dragon scaled young girl, is the daughter of priscilla and her weird husband mentioned in the ds3 dlc. i dont get company captain yorshka at all. i have nothing. she’s obviously a dragon crossbreed but has 2 insane things that make her completely impossible to make sense of.
first, she has fucking neck tentacles? no one else has this shit. what is that.
second, she calls herself the sister of gwyndolin. what! huh?! excuse me?
it’s insane enough that one of the dlcs revealed that gwyn had ANOTHER surprise kid who didnt get to share in the narcissistic family naming convention and was forgotten by history (filianore). but now there’s a DRAGON one?! i don’t know man. she’s inscrutable and i don’t understand her relation to the original crossbreed or why she didnt get painting’d. her existence is pretty hard to patch over with my theory. i dont think the nameless king was pumping them out and then shipping them over to gwyn for him to deal with more than once. mostly because gwyn has been dead forever by the time ds3 happens. maybe gwyndolin just handles these problems better now that shes de-facto ruler of anor londo.
well, i guess that’s all i actually have. my point with all this (besides entertaining the three people who enjoy reading DS lore) is that i can recognize the obvious flaws in my crackpot theory, yet it offers me the most satisfying answer because the idea of getting disowned for being a furry (scalie i guess) is really really funny. and as we all know, the comedy is when you need a 2 million word explainer about having sex with dragons. well. bye.
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Jojo Hugs???😈
Workin’ on Communication Breakdown but also thinking about Jojo hugs so here’s me rating how good they would hug because I’m self-indulgent whoops-
Jonathan
Best hugs and y’all know it. Impeccable protective energy. When you are trapped in the cocoon that is Jonathan Joestar, you are safe from all emotional and bodily harm. Will not hesitate to fucking squeeze the shit out of your organs but its the good kind of feeling (I know y’all know what I mean)
Additional notes:
-Has hugged every Joestar in my Jonathan Is Somehow Alive And Also Like 32 Because I Said So pocket dimension™
11/10 for also probably getting you a glass of water and a blanket, too :’)
Joseph
Listen...I don’t wanna say it, but someone has to,,,Joseph Joestar would have the most uncomfortable and squeamish hugs imaginable. Please don’t get me wrong, I love this man, but he can’t stop moving for a solid 30 seconds and he has no idea how to make anyone comfortable cause the only person he’s ever hugged is his grandma lmao
Additional notes:
-One time Josuke asked him for a hug and they both over-thought it and Joseph did that awkward hug-pat thing because of course he would and Josuke let go too early and the entire thing was a disaster to watch the entire city of Morioh died from second-hand embarrassment that day
5/10 but only because he’d probably feel bad and make you hot choccy or something
Jotaro
Awkward tall man who would rather jump off a cliff than show physical affection to most people. His hugs are few and far between, but if you ever experience one, GODjjhgjgjhg It's his secret weapon that NO one expects him to pull out but it's like,,,a complete cure-all,,,it’ll make anyone feel better
Additional notes:
-Yes he has hugged Koochie before when our boy had a rough day and yes he’s also the kind of person to take off his coat and wrap it around the person he’s hugging for that extra warmth and support
7/10 for the warm coat and awkward family reunion vibes
Josuke
You can already tell from his face that he’s the second best hugger on the fucking planet. Man’s got the Joestar bloodline ARMS AND WARMTH. If anything, he’s more like Jonathan than Joseph in that way. Is not afraid to hug ALL his best bros whenever they need them and yes he is indeed Okuyasu’s support bro all hours of the day and night
Additional Notes:
-He also probably smells really good aside from the almost monstrous amount of hairspray and gel he manages to fit in his hair but we’re overlooking that because he’s Josuke
9/10 only because of that incident with Joseph which made him too awkward to hug well for like,,,a solid 3 weeks
Giorno
Didn’t receive enough love as a child and rarely ever got hugged, which means he’s awful at it only naturally. He has no idea how to act and yes he’s the kind of person who would just go limp in someone’s arms instead of reciprocating the action because he doesn’t really know how :/
Additional Notes:
-Since living with the gang, they’re slowly helping him be more adjusted to stuff like that and now he’s learning that hugs are beautiful, wonderful things *in salesperson voice* THAT HE, TOO, CAN HAVE :D
4/10 pre and during canon, but jumps up to a 6/10 because HE IS TRYING AND IMPROVING HGGHGHGHN
Jolyne
You know the kind of hugs you would get from the totally wasted woman in the bar bathroom where you give her some water and she calls you her best friend and you guys probably take a picture together? Jolyne energy. You know that one really cool girl everyone knows and you lend her your class notes and she spits out her gum and buys you a coke for your troubles and gives you a “I seriously love you dude” hug? Also Jolyne energy. You can decide if you like it or not, but it's a very particular kind of hug that I’m always here to experience
Additional notes:
-Unlike her father, she can and will throw out cool kid hugs all the time and they always feel good no matter what. It's not something you can savour like a Joot hug, but its still real good all the same :)))
7/10 for best girl energy
Johnny
Touch-starved. So, so painfully touch-starved that it's not even funny. Is the kind of person to “hate” affection but WILL NOT let go and cling for as long as possible and then feel guilty about being so clingy which just results in more hugs
Additional notes:
-Don’t even tell me Gyro isn’t the most touchy, huggy kind of person and when you put the two of them in god-knows-where, America it makes for some wholesome shit
Like,,,a 5/10 for actually giving them but an 8/10 when receiving them
I know nothing about Gappy I’m so sorry, but he kinda gives off will hug one and only one person all the fucking time and nothing else energy but Jojolion homies if you see this please reply to this and tell me about this man’s hugging skills without spoilers for my poor followers lmao
#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba#Jonathan#giorno giovanna#jolyne#johnny joestar#joseph joestar#jotaro kujo#josuke higashikata#headcanons#jjba headcanons#hugs#wholesomeness#:)
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Hi love, can I please get some soft gaang hcs?
cola!!! of course!!
AANG;
aang is literally the sweetest human being on the planet and there’s no if ands or buts about it.
he will do anything for anyone without hesitation and he choses to see the good in everyone.
after the war, he lives for the times that all his friends are together again. the hot summer days where they make their way to ember island and lay on the beach until they might melt are always his favorite.
he’s also the best hugger. it’s not like zuko where his hugs are gentle and sweet, aang with literally attempt to crush you. actually, as he gets older and grows a little he probably would crush you. (he’d feel bad about it after i promise)
sticking the rest of these under the cut because there’s quite a few
KATARA;
katara, as we know, is extremely caring, but when her friends seem down or upset, this is amplified to the extreme.
katara is willing to do whatever she can to cheer you up, going to the extremes.
is she funny? eh. will she make faces at you for three days straight if it meant cheering you up? yes, absolutely.
she’s happy when her friends are happy so seeing you smiling and content puts her over the moon.
overall, katara is the type of person that would give you the world if she could, and everyone (even if they won’t admit it) loves her for it.
SOKKA;
i say this, and i cannot stress it enough, bear hugs.
like aang, he will crush your entire body and honestly it’s lovely. sokka is warm and strong and he’ll literally squeeze the air out of your lungs in the nicest way possible.
if you’re a touchy person you will thrive with sokka. during the early parts of your relationship he might shake you off or shy away a bit, but as time goes on he’ll return these gestures more and more.
by the advanced stages of your relationship (or friendship, if that’s what you prefer) he becomes just as touchy, if not more so, than you are.
we’ve all seen it with suki, the constant hugging and showering with affection, and there’d be no acception to that with you.
SUKI;
suki is very much one of those ‘smile at you when she doesn’t even know she’s doing it’ type of person.
if you say something funny or do something sweet, she’ll sit there beaming at you without even aknowleding it (or noticing for that matter)
it’s easy to tell when suki’s interested in you. you’ll be the first person she looks at when she laughs, the first person to comfort you when you’re upset, and oddly interested in your mental well-being.
a relationship or friendship with suki is, at its core, healthy. you always talk things out and you’re always there for each other when you need it most.
she’s gentle and kind and very easy to be around.
TOPH;
toph expressed love in strange ways.
she’s not outwardly sweet or kind but there’s little things here and there that you definitely can pick up on.
she’ll give you little words of encouragement and bully you out of endearment, but in the end toph is supportive of whatever you do.
she won’t hesitate to tell you if she thinks it’s stupid or you need work, but she’s still ready to assist in every way she can.
toph, though not very forward with her love, is a great person to form a relationship with. she’a willing to put up a fight for what she believes in and more than anything she believes in you.
ZUKO;
zuko, similar to toph, isn’t always very direct with his love.
terms of endearment and words of validation are few and far between (especially in public settings) but it’s very clear when zuko loves you.
he begins to open up more, little by little. sometimes it’s about insignificant things like his favorite color or the hobbies that he wished he were better at.
but over time he starts to tell you about things that he really wouldn’t tell anyone else. about his childhood, his mother, his father.
at first, he’s afraid that you’ll hear of his mistakes in life and shy away, but after a while he becomes away that you’re there to listen and there to help and he decides that he’ll always be there to do the same.
500 FOLLOWER EVENT
#zuko#toph#aang#katara#sokka#suki#atla#zuko headcanon#toph headcanon#aang headcanon#katara headcanon#sokka headcanon#suki headcanon#atla headcanons#cola tag#i hope these are alright!!#tagheadcanons
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My Doctor {Part 2} ~ Dhawan!Doctor x Reader
~ For you 😘 @ateliefloresdaprimavera ~
Summary: You have a choice to make...
Warnings: None, some fluff
Part 1: https://oswildin.tumblr.com/post/611595725037551616/my-doctor-dhawandoctor-x-reader-featuring
It had been a year since you fell into the parallel universe. It didn’t feel that long ago that you were with her. In her TARDIS. Travelling the stars... But all that was in the past now. You knew she would’ve moved on, probably met someone else to travel with. Not that you were angry, or upset even. You just wanted her to be happy.
You’d finally got used to this Doctor, to his face, his personality... Of course you missed your universes Doctor... You grew with her, you’d known her for years, but it was time to start again. You began to start seeing it as an opportunity. You were able to relive it all over again. Meeting the Doctor, learning about him, travelling to new planets, meeting new people... He was right, it was like a sequel.
You had to admit, you were slowly beginning to fall for him. He was the same person as you Doctor of course, so it was inevitable. No matter what body, you would always feel the same for the alien. You couldn’t help but feel perhaps he liked you too. It was different with him.
He had Eleven’s mannerisms, Thirteen’s awkwardness and tangents, Ten’s darkness and occasionally Twelve’s grumpiness and sarcasm. It’s what made you love him.
You sat in the console room, up on one of the higher tiers as you read your favourite book. The Doctor had gone AWOL, and you couldn’t sleep knowing he had gone off on his own. You knew what he was like. Always getting into trouble. The TARDIS wouldn’t tell you anything as you sulked, deciding it was best to just wait for him to return.
Finally, the Doctor entered the TARDIS as he didn’t notice you above. You watched him as he pressed buttons and sighed to himself. You cleared your throat, getting his attention as he jumped slightly at the noise. He instantly backed away from the console, looking sheepish as you leaned over the railing, a brow raised.
“And where have you been?” You asked, placing your book down as you stood from your seat. You could see his brain working to come up with an answer.
“Oh you know! Just about!” He shrugged, awkwardly leaning on the console. “Got a signal, didn’t want to disturb you. Why aren’t you asleep?” He asked in return, giving you a curious glance as you slowly walked down the steps, giving him a suspicious glare.
“Because you ran off without me.” You folded your arms. “God knows what you get up to when I’m asleep. I dread to even think.” You told him, finally stepping down towards him as he pursed his lips.
“As I said. Didn’t want to disturb you.” He eyed the monitor, as you noticed. You lurched forwards, trying to get a look at it as he instantly flipped a switch, making whatever was on the screen disappear.
“What are you hiding from me?” You raised a brow. You knew him too well. He almost smiled at his own thought before he instantly made a ‘pfft’ sound and brushed his hair from his eyes.
“I’m not hiding anything.” He insisted, although not very convincingly. You hummed in thought.
“Did that convince you? Cause it didn’t convince me.” You told him flatly. “How many times have you snuck off whilst I’ve been asleep?” He looked like a deer in headlights as you asked.
“Oh... Erm...” He coughed awkwardly. “Not many. I don’t think.” He shrugged once more. “Do I need your permission now to leave my ship?” He playfully inquired as you gave him a look of ‘yes.’ “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ as he sighed, his posture becoming defeated. He flipped the switch back as the screen turned on once again. You narrowed your eyes, looking at it. “What’s all this?” You asked, pointing at all the random numbers and letters on the screen.
“I’ve...” He paused, looking nervous. “I’ve been trying to find your universe.” He admitted, as you felt your heart swell, but also deflate. Did he want to get rid of you?
“Why?” You asked, furrowing your brows.
“Because I know how much you miss it.” He said softly. “You shouldn’t feel trapped here. There must be a way.” He mumbled to himself as he began to fiddle with buttons.
“Is that what you think?” You asked gently, voice quiet. He didn’t look at you as he continued to tinker with the controls. You reached out, grabbing his arm to get him to face you. “I don’t feel trapped.” You told him truthfully. “Maybe at first... I felt... Disorientated. Anxious. I mean... This isn’t my world.” You said sincerely as he gave you a sympathetic glance. “But... That changed.” You gave him a small smile. “Sure, I miss home. I miss my friends. But I’ve still got you, don’t I?” You raised a brow. He placed a small smile on his own lips. But you could tell he wasn’t convinced by your words. “Do you want me to go?” You asked, afraid of the answer.
His demeanour completely changed, as he furrowed his brows, looking confused at your question.
“Why would you ever think that?” He asked, sounding somewhat hurt by the thought. You shrugged shyly. “Of course, I don’t want you to go.” He admitted. “But if it’s what will make you happy... Then I’ll do it. I’d let you go.”
Your heart melted at his admission. You sighed, giving him a soft smile. He looked confused at your reaction. You reached out, pulling him down towards you for a hug as he instantly wrapped his arms around your body. You took in his scent as you smiled into his shoulder.
“I appreciate it.” You whispered. “But I want to stay.” You told him. “There’s no other place I’d rather be.” You could feel him tighten his grip around you ever so slightly at your words as you continued to hold him.
You opened your eyes, awakening from your slumber as you yawned. You could hear loud noises coming from down the hall as you rolled your eyes. Oh god, what was he doing now? You sighed, sleepily grabbing a jumper as you shoved it over your pj’s.
Heading down the hall, the noises got louder as you tried not to wince at the loud sounds. You should be used to waking up to his antics by now. But alas, it never did quite stick. You appeared at the top of the stairs, as you sleepily called down.
“Some people are trying to sleep you know!”
The lights quickly came up, as your eyes adjusted when you realised...
This wasn’t his TARDIS.
You felt a wave of familiarity fill you as you saw it was in fact your universes Doctor’s ship. You felt frozen as you looked down, seeing your Doctor... She removed her goggles as she stared up at you.
“Sorry! Did I wake you?” She asked casually, as your mouth hung open. She saw your expression. “You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost...” She commented as she rounded the console, looking up at you concerned.
“But...” You held your head. Was it all a dream? No. It was real. Definitely was real. It was too long to be a dream. Right? “You...” You muttered, pointing at her. You shook your head, quickly rushing down the steps, almost tripping over as you threw yourself at her, holding her tightly. She stood frozen as she wasn’t really a hugger. She awkwardly patted your back.
“Okay... Still not used to this.” She mumbled as you laughed lightly at her words. “What happened? Bad dream?” She asked as you pulled away, staring at her.
“Something like that.” You commented. “Not entirely bad. Just strange.” You told her as she nodded.
“Well! Now you’re awake... What did you want to do today?”
You jolted awake, trying to steady your breathing as you looked around the room. Okay. Surely that was a dream. You quickly got up, rushing towards the console room as you saw the Doctor stood by the controls. He looked up, smiling as you entered.
“You’re awake! Finally. God you humans can sleep.” He commented casually as you stared down at him in confusion. “So, what did you want to do today?!” He exclaimed, twirling round the console as you stared down at him. He noticed your quietness as he peered over, seeing you looking rather confused. “You ok?”
“Yeah... Yeah.” You forced out. “I just... I had the weirdest dream.” You told him as he raised a brow in curiosity. “I was back home... My universe... But it was like this never happened.” You gestured around you. “It felt like this was a dream.” You mumbled as you slowly descended down the steps. He looked at you concerned.
“Probably nothing.” He shrugged. “Happens to the best of us.” He glanced at you, before turning to the controls once more, his back facing you.
“It felt so real. But this feels real too.” You muttered to yourself. He froze at your words as he stayed facing away, not wanting you to see his worry. He couldn’t lose you.
“How about I prove to you this is real!” He exclaimed, a wide smile on his face. “What about a trip? To a planet! Meet some aliens!” He clapped his hands together. You nodded at his suggestion. “Better go change though.” He raised a brow at your pj’s. “Don’t want to be scaring the inhabitants.” He teased as you playfully whacked his arm, before turning on your heel to head back to your room.
A sudden haze came over you as you entered your bedroom. You tried to steady yourself, or call for the Doctor but you couldn’t find the energy. The next thing you knew, was you were falling to the floor, your head pounding.
You awoke, finding yourself in the Master’s TARDIS... You recognised it instantly. The red lighting, the cozy yet messy appearance of a living room... You felt anxiety fill you as you sat up from the floor, looking around.
“Did you like my little game?”
You froze at the voice, as you furrowed your brows, turning to face the Master. Your universes Master. He looked amused, as mischief was evident in his eyes.
“Or should I say our little game?” He raised a brow, as the Master from the parallel universe stepped out of the shadows, a smirk on her lips. You didn’t know what to do, or say. You quickly pushed yourself up, stepping away from the pair. Two Masters. This wasn’t going to end well.
“What are you talking about?” You questioned, voice quiet as you switch your gaze between the pair.
“I thought it was obvious.” She told you, pursing her lips.
“Remember humans are a bit slow.” He reminded her as you bit your lip nervously.
“Did you really think it was a coincidence you ended up in that alternate universe?” She laughed wickedly as you felt your heart rate increase. “All apart of our plan...”
“I will admit, it was hard to get over the face.” Your Master told you. “But she has the same great mind as I do. So it was quite easy to dismiss.” You stood confused as you stared at the two. You shook your head.
“No. There’s no way. This isn’t real.” You told them.
“Oh do shut up.” She hissed, scrunching her face. “God, Humans are so annoying.”
“Where’s the Doctor?” You asked; as they both raised a brow, looking amused.
“Which one?” They both asked you, as you swallowed the lump in your throat.
“My Doctor.” You answered strongly, as they appeared to smirk.
“It’s all a bit fuzzy isn’t it?” Your Master stepped forwards, his dark presence leering over you. You couldn’t help but look at him with softer eyes, damn stupid feelings. “Poor little (Y/N)...”
“(Y/N)!”
You spun, round hearing a familiar voice, as you gasped, expecting to see him. Your Doctor. But he wasn’t there.
“(Y/N)!”
There was her voice. You felt tears building in your eyes as you looked at the two Masters. You noticed how they stayed silent, staring at you.
“Time to make a choice.” They finally spoke, both at the same time as you closed your eyes.
You gasped, catching your breath as you sat up, feeling arms around you, holding you steady.
“It’s ok! It’s ok, you’re safe now.” You recognised the voice as you leaned into their touch, holding onto them.
“Doctor...” You whispered, as you pulled back, looking into his eyes. You smiled in relief, seeing his features full of worry. “I choose you.” He looked confused at your words, but before he could say anything, you leant forwards, placing a gentle kiss to his lips as he seemed taken back. He fumbled his hands around, before finally relaxing, settling into your touch as you finally pulled away. He looked surprised, and you could’ve sworn there was a slight blush to his cheeks.
“Right-“ He cleared his throat, nodding sharply. “Very... Very nice. Erm...” He coughed awkwardly as you smiled at him. “What was that for?” He asked, a brow raised.
“For being my Doctor.”
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So after nearly 22 years of life on this planet, I’ve come to the conclusion that I am high functioning autistic. I believe I fell through the cracks of an early diagnosis for the following reasons:
1.) I am Female (I learned how to mask myself very early on)
2.) I have a gifted IQ (above 130) and was classified as such in 4th grade so no one considered that I could be both ASD and intellectually gifted.
I am in the beginning stages of unmasking and am currently seeking an official diagnosis. Right now, I’m trying to write down everything I know about my neurodivergent experience so here’s a list of things I’ve experienced and believe to be relevant. If you can relate or you understand please comment and share! I’m new to this community and it feels so good to finally meet people who understand and can relate. Ok, Here we go.
“So the general population doesn’t memorize scripts to movies or watch the same one every day for a year?”
“People think it’s weird that I prefer to have subtitles on when I watch stuff, even though I don’t have damaged hearing”
“I watch movies with subtitles because I won’t understand what’s said if I don’t read it. I have no hearing issues.”
“I cannot hear/understand someone if I have one ear bud in and one out. Too much sensory input at once.”
“I thought I had a hearing deficit because I literally could not understand people at church or parties or other places with a lot of background noise, and I was so confused when they told me my hearing was normal.”
“I love star wars. Not just love but I could tell you what planet each character is from and what kind of ship they use, what model droid that one is and I will gladly talk about it all day if you let me. Everyone now gets me Star Wars stuff for my birthday and holidays”
“Eye contact is so uncomfortable for me that sometimes it ‘burns’ to maintain it, but then I overcompensate and stare too intensely. Over the years, being female, I’ve forced myself to make eye contact for a certain number of seconds and then look away a certain number of seconds but I’m concentrating so hard on that, that I don’t remember anything that was said to me.”
“Giving me verbal directions is a special kind of hell. I need it written down.”
“I can memorize pictures of things and exactly where every kid sat in my 10th grade US history class as well as my 9th grade geometry class.”
“I never fit in anywhere, in my childhood, most of my adolescence, except the swim team and my new church.”
“Team sports are the worst. I can’t communicate fast enough, I’m bad with hand eye coordination and keeping track of a ball. I excelled in individual sports and fell in love with swimming.”
“I often found it much easier to make friends with older kids because I could have intelligent conversations with them and their good social skills could make up for my lack of social skills.”
“But, I had a few friends that were considerably younger who I could still play imaginatively with dolls when I was 13 and one particular friend was 9. I had a lot of trouble getting a long with her sister who was the same age as me.”
“It physically pains me to hear someone mispronounce a word, spell something wrong, or make a grammatical mistake. I corrected my cousin A LOT when we were kids, she frequently got mad and I couldn’t understand why. My grandma would tell me to stop because correcting people is rude.”
“One of my special interests as a kid was dolphins. I was 5-6 years old and I remember being so excited when my mom let me check out like 10 books from the library and I read them quickly and multiple times.”
“I corrected a teacher one time about dolphins. She said dolphins weren’t whales and I knew FOR A FACT that ‘dolphins were a type of small whale’ because I read it in one of my books. She laughed at me and so did the rest of the class and I felt stupid even though I was right. This led to me suppressing my knowledge and real self and ultimately more masking.”
“As per that last one, my memory is impeccable.”
“I had another special interest in dogs when I got a bit older. My mom bought me a book with every kind of breed of dog, where they came from, their temperament, their size, everything. I can still, to this day, tell you the breed of dog just by looking at it.”
“I always wanted a best friend but never had one. I had groups of friends but never someone who would call me their best friend. When I got a boyfriend in high school, I was so excited because he called me his best friend and he was mine and I finally had that feeling reciprocated. He also had a gifted IQ and dyslexia, ADHD and a few other things so we understood each other quite well.”
“I can’t tell if someone is flirting with me because I can’t read between the lines. I also don’t know how to flirt because if I like a guy too much I get soooo nervous and I stumble over my words and it’s a disaster.”
“When I liked this guy (last year, 2019) I would freeze up so bad when I talked to him that I rehearsed every conversation I wanted to have with him so I wouldn’t mess it up. I would write topics in the notes section of my phone before hanging out with him so I’d remember what to ask him. It made for very awkward and forced conversations and probably drove him away.”
“Sarcasm and jokes almost always go over my head. The boyfriend I had in high school was very funny and outgoing but used a lot of sarcasm and it always caused disagreements because I took him seriously when he was being sarcastic.”
“I talk slowly and very monotone.”
“I have no difficulty reading in my head and can read/comprehend it well, but reading aloud is difficult and I often stumble over words and mess up.”
“I need directions repeated multiple times before I understand.”
“I went to the beach to hang out with some church friends yesterday. They all play spike ball and are so confused as to why I sit there and don’t play. I’ve tried playing spike ball but it involves way too much hand eye coordination and I’m so bad at it that it’s embarrassing. So I don’t play.”
“That same night, a group of them said ‘let’s play uno!’ And I was so happy to play something familiar that didn’t involve a lot of coordination. Then they said ‘we’re playing SPICY uno, right?’ And immediately my heart sank because I knew they were playing a different way that I wasn’t familiar with. Again, receiving verbal directions was hell and I didn’t understand it. I was so bad at it and wasn’t getting it, and in the middle of the game I had the urge to cry. I wanted to cry because I couldn’t even get this right. I suppressed the urge, of course, so they wouldn’t think I was even more weird than the already suspected. Another group of people that I wouldn’t fit in with.”
“Making friends has always been so difficult. Once I make a good friend I hang on to them for as long as possible even if they’re not very nice because I’m scared I’ll have to make a new one if I lose them. And we all know how hard making new friends is for me.”
“I’m a perfectionist. Especially with my art projects. When I took a painting class I realized I do it the wrong way. You’re supposed to paint layer by layer over the entire canvas and focus on small details at the very end. I work on one small area at a time and do small details too soon. I often spend way too much time on small details before I realize that the larger shape of the object isn’t proportionate and then it’s too late.”
“I won’t even attempt tasks if I know I can’t do them perfectly.”
“I have perfect pitch. I don’t know if that has anything to do with autism or that I just started music lessons when I was young. I can tune instruments perfectly without a tuner or reference note and I never understood why my orchestra teacher had me play the A key on the piano over and over again while she walked around and tuned everyone’s instruments when I could do it without any reference. I can hear it in my head.”
“When my parents got me a keyboard at age 7-8, they were impressed because I could sit down, without listening to any song and find the notes of a song I liked by ear. I still do that today but my piano is very out of tune and it bothers me.”
“Autistic boys tend to isolate and not care about concealing their stims or weird behavior but girls don’t. I am a ‘loner’ and always have been but I want so badly to belong and have friends and socialize, but I’ve always been so bad at it that I strike out every time. I often drink at social gatherings because it helps me loosen up and talk more freely. I guess it helps me lose the mask for a while.”
“I HATE people touching me. I’ve always hated it and still hate it to this day unless it’s someone I’m super comfortable with. I’ve been told I have the ‘dead fish hand shake’ and I’m an awkward hugger. My friend picked me up from behind and carried me for a few seconds because we were all goofing off and having fun but afterwards I was so mad at him I got really quiet and didn’t talk for a while. I told him later on the ride home that if he did that again I would slap him. “
“Everyone thinks it’s weird that I don’t like touching people, and some of my friends who also don’t like touching people were abused and I always thought, ‘there had to be a reason, maybe I was abused as a kid and repressed it.’ It’s been so long and I’ve finally realized that maybe it’s just because I have Aspergers or ASD. “
“When I make sarcastic remarks or jokes I often have to clarify because I say them in such a monotone way that people think I’m serious.”
“I’ve always joked that I’m just really clumsy and uncoordinated, and chalked it up to being tall and lanky. That’s why swimming was the perfect sport for me. Little to no risk of injury and not much hand eye coordination needed to be good at it. Just hours of practice, technique and endurance.”
“I also injure myself quite a lot because I’m ‘a klutz.’”
“Stims: I scratch my head and then smell my fingers and I will do this for hours if I am able (I know that one is weird so I only do it at home) popping my knuckles a ridiculous amount of times when I feel uncomfortable and don’t know what to do with my hands. I twirl my hair constantly (that one is pretty socially acceptable so I do it in class nonstop). I tap my foot or bounce my leg, I make weird facial expressions and forget to hide those. People notice but they often think it’s funny because I’ll make a face if someone says something dumb and make an expression that people seem to relate to. I scrunch my nose if I’m uncomfortable or just whenever.”
Special interests: Star Wars, Disney (I know every word to every Disney song and I watch animated Disney movies over and over again, like literally every night) dolphins, the ocean, dogs, theology/the Bible.
“With my art work, and other things, I will get so focused on a painting that I will work non stop for 8-9 hours (all day basically) and not eat because I’m so focused that I forget to eat.”
“I think I slur my words a lot and sometimes my friends will laugh and be like ‘did you just say ____.?!?!’And I’ll clarify and they will continue laughing and say ‘oh it sounded like you said this.’ I hate when that happens.”
“Loud noises really bother me. I jump if I hear an unexpected loud noise and I hate people yelling, even if it’s not directed at me, it makes me want to cry. “
“I loved the color blue so much as a kid (I still do) but my entire wardrobe was basically different shades of blue t-shirts. I also only ever wore baggy t-shirts and baggy cargo shorts (I kinda dressed like a boy) because it was comfortable and I didn’t like getting comments if I looked “cute today”. I hated the attention. I also never ever wore my hair down to school. It always had to be up in a tight pony tail. I still don’t like my hair being in my face to this day and wear it up almost every day.”
“The other day, I was hanging out with a friend and she was trying to tell a story but I kept getting distracted and interrupting her. She said, ‘Emily, you kind of interrupt people a lot.’ At first I was hurt, but then I realized it’s not entirely my fault and it’s an autistic thing.”
“I mask so much that I have rehearsed responses to social interactions and will often get so nervous or start speaking from the script before I realize I’ve said the wrong response. Of course I’ll think about it all day after that and think of ‘well great, so and so thinks I’m weird now.’”
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Reports & Repertoire 17: Resentment & Return
Characters: Eddie Brock x Venom x Candace Miller (OFC)
Summary: Candy tries to find her way about the world after being roofied and hushed by the media. Eddie is hit with a strong dose of karma, and it's two against one.
Warnings/Tags: Angst. Talk of past trauma and drugging. Revenge plots. Violence and threats.
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On the navy comforter of her queen size bed, sat in the middle of her minimalist white and grey room, Candy sits with her best friend Steph who is currently threatening her if she blinks one more time.
“You act like you’ve never put on eyeliner before.” Steph remarks with her judgment not hidden in her tone or expression.
“It’s different when other people are doing it!” She whines. “The makeup artist at work doesn’t do it as hard as you.” She mutters. “She’s also a lot nicer.” She shoots an accusatory brow her way.
“Well she’s getting paid isn’t she?” Steph smirks.
“Fair point.” Candy responds without nodding her head. “But you love me so you should be nice to me. I’m about to go do some important stuff I need support.” She reaches out and grabs at Steph’s unoccupied hand desperately as she bites her tongue and titters.
“Yeah, that’s what you got Eddie for now.” She snarks and shakes her head. “Speaking of, what does he think about all this?”
“He’s as pissed as I am so he’s down. He’s my backup.” She answers with a sultry lilt.
“I’m sure you are backing it up on that beefy, award-winning journalist.” She teases with a fanciful swipe of her hand. “Tell me. When you two have sex do you both have a press conference afterward to discuss the transaction?” Her face remains without a hint of sarcasm as was her skill set.
“As a matter of fact we do. It’s very productive.” She retorts with sassy. “The copy is good to keep and read later alone.” She grins.
“You fuckin’ nerds.” Steph mumbles and shakes her head. Steph was more skilled when it came to makeup than Candy. So for this undercover mission to the rich tech club where the drugging happened, she was helping her not look like herself.
After the initial turn down of her idea to expose the apparently rampant problem she’d been a victim of, she does what few journalists choose to do and gives away her story to someone else. There was a smaller female journalist who did some excellent work at a small newspaper locally. Candy offered her help to give her some footage, evidence and lend the story and support to the endeavor.
The night for the first recon mission was finally upon them. Eddie sits nervously in the modern and cozy living room, knee bouncing and knuckles white with worry. Venom tries to console him, assuring him they would never let anything happen to Candy. Eddie knows, finding his counterparts attempts at comfort to be failing. Putting his favorite person in danger wasn’t really something he could be talked into being excited about. Not a worst-case scenario by far, but a loudly nagging issue, was having to sit and listen to the men hit on Candy all night and that alone was raising his blood pressure.
Candy had pulled out all the stops when it came to mission from the glasses that had a camera inside and nail polish that reacted to Rohypnol, or Roofies. She had to specially ask for the kick starter to be sent to her before the release with the promise of free advertising after the fact to get it. She reveals her disguise, exiting from her bedroom, Venom slithering around the back of the couch to see her before Eddie. She was in something that looked entirely unlike her. A short and tight black dress, a push-up bra with chicken cutlets and enough makeup to give her flashbacks to middle school cheer competitions.
“How do I look?” she asks with a scrunch of her nose. It’s usual button shape now straight with the help of Steph’s contouring.
“Not like you.” Eddie remarks with an approving nod.
“A big titty goth girlfriend.” Venom says with no humor or irony and the girls begin to laugh. “Why is this funny? This is what Eddie says. Why are you embarrassed Eddie? Large mammary glands and gothic styling are wonderful things in a girlfriend. She wears black. Like me.” he grins as Edie blushes.
“It’s a...an old internet thing, dude just… don’t go around talking about titties so freely. It’s rude.”
“I did not mean to offend… thought it was a compliment.”
“Good use of slang there, hun.” Candy praises his efforts. “I appreciate both of your thinking I have big tits though. It’s just the bra.” she laughs and shakes as Venom’s grin grows wider.
“Calm down.” Eddie groans.
“We are calm,” he says retracting himself back to Eddie’s shoulder. “Are you ready? We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
“Let’s check the camera first.” Candy says with a clear enthusiasm Eddie did not share.
They run the tests and she learns how to direct her gaze most efficiently. They’d gone over the plan a dozen times. Arrive alone, sit and be bait while Venom lurked on the roof and kept a lookout for her and her victim. They left the house separately, both in taxis that picked them up at places other than her house. She arrived as planned and sat, and waited.
For a girl that looked like her, in a bar like that, it didn’t take long once it was established she was alone. No one recognized her, but she didn’t expect them to, Steph’s contouring really was a miracle worker. She played fun and easy, and it took a few guys, but late enough in the night she finally caught one as she played drunk on top of everything else. She didn’t see the guys who had drugged her before, which was a letdown but anyone who would do this deserved it right?
She talked him up, a trust fund baby who, with his father's money, had a tech start-up. It took no effort on her part to get him talking about his genius and how HE would run Tesla if he had the chance. There were a lot of “Oh my god that’s CRAZY!” and “That’s SOOOO smart.”’s from her but he was so caught up in hearing himself he didn’t notice the soundboard answers as they came from her like a kid hitting buttons on a customized keyboard. With the mere suggestion of her excusing herself and asking him to get her another drink, he was antsy to put his own plan into action. On return, she tested it while distracting him with her chest. A task that proved almost too easy. She fake drank for a while before claiming to feel sleepy and wanting to “get this show on the road” before it got too late.
With a short walk, not even a few blocks down, she knew her alien accomplice was close, slinking in the darkness of the rooftops. The disguised Candy pulls the unsuspecting predator out of the street lamp lit sidewalk and into the dank shadows of the greasy alleyway.
“I just can’t wait.” she giggles “I don’t want to chance my roommate being in and I want you all to myself.” she coos with a bop of her manicured finger to his nose.
“I mean, your roommate can join in too if she wants.” he offers with a smug smirk.
“Well, the problem is my roommates a dude.” She answers with an upward inflection.
“Ah, red flag much?” he laughs.
“No. He’s my boyfriend… and inhabited by a symbiote.” Her delivery goes flat, sober eyes meet the pursuer turned victim.
“What the fuck? You goth girls are fuckin’ crazy, man. Not even the drugs could come up that shit.” he shakes his head, still laughing.
“No. Really. He’s huge and dangerous and doesn’t like you. You’re a piece of shit who tries to drug women to sleep with them because you're a pathetic excuse for a human who can’t get laid on his own.”
“Wait, what?” he stutters, suddenly standing up straight as Venom drops from the rooftop behind her in an impressive slinking mass. She has to admit, the look of horror on his face did things to her. The sheer terror that only being faced with death could give a dense, self-worshiping asshole like him.
“We’re going to eat you. First that big head of yours...then slurp up your organs like fava beans and then drink your adrenaline glands like a nice chianti.” His dagger teeth drip with drool, proof of his hunger and intention.
Candy beams with pride for the completion of their plan, stepping back and chuckling quietly at the reference Venom made. The guy doesn’t even have time to scream. There’s not a drop of blood or splatter left of him to find. It’s like it never happened at all.
Candy is left with a deeply satisfied, albeit disturbingly good feeling in her gut. “I’ll see you later, babe.” she whispers and just as quiet as they’d came, they fled.
This continued for a few weeks, the footage of the drugging is stored on an external harddrive Candy kept in her safe. Eddie thought it’d only happen once. But it happened again, twice, three times more before there were articles about mysterious disappearances of the young rich elite in town. Was it the work of the Illuminati some articles asked? She read them with her coffee every Tuesday and smiled knowingly. It pleased Venom. Finally, a human that understood him and his need to kill to eat and protect this planet and its people. But Eddie was more worried than relieved at this point.
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“You made us stop hunting when we got too much media attention. And now you want to go out and do it again?” Candy could hear the concern for her in Eddie's voice but her own was too strong to heed his warning.
“I wanna find the guy that originally did it to me, Eddie.” Her eyes give away the hurt that’s been fueling her anger as her hands move animatedly while she argues her point. “These are awful people, same as who you get rid of, there’s no reason not to give it one more shot.”
Eddie sighs and puts his hands on his hips, feeling as if he was talking to his old self. “Candy, I don’t want a fight alright? I get why you’re upset and I’d be upset too!” His voice inflected hugger pitched with feeling, “Hell, I AM upset! I get it. I do but ya know you can’t keep pushing it. Your luck will run out… like mine did. You’ll push it just one step too far because of your pride and then boom, it all falls apart.”
“Am I supposed to just let it go what they did to me? To the countless other girls they’ve done it too?” He saw the tears she fought back and his heart hurt for her. He suddenly understood everyone that had tried to warn him of the same thing in the past. It was weird karma to witness.
He sighs and gives her sad and tired eyes, much like the ones she was giving him. “You aren’t… losing by moving on ya know. You can’t win them all, just believe me, babe, please. I’ve BEEN where you are alright? I GET it! I swear I do but you can't fix every wrong out there. You just can’t… I’m sorry.”
“I’m going out tonight. And you’re going to be there. That... I hesitate to call him a person but that asshole will be there who did this to me. I just know it. Let me do it just one more time and I’ll stop okay? Please Eddie?”
He groans and feels Venom wants to give his two cents. He was on Candy's side. But of course, he was, he didn’t grasp the situation fully because he couldn’t, he was damn near indestructible right now and one more buffet of bad guys seemed like it had no downsides when you took into account it meant making Candy happy. And they both wanted that, so desperately. She’d been so much happier since they’d started this after the funk she denied she’d fallen into after the roofie.
“Fine.” He says with more anger. “But just one more time Candy I swear to god, this is the last time I’m helping you do this.” He wags his finger and she doesn’t care. She doesn’t notice. She’d already gotten her way.
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She had her ritual now she liked to do, the getting ready and primping. The adrenaline rush was enough to get anyone hooked on the feeling. Perhaps it was what made her go against sound advice. Perhaps it was the lack of justice for herself, feeling like a martyr to take on people who seemed untouchable. It was the origin story she’d dreamed of since she was young. A woman wronged, going against the bad guys for the ultimate revenge and winning against the odds. It was everything she’d wanted. And she foolishly thought she could have it.
She was right about one thing. The guy that drugged her was there that night. She and Venom only used this convenient coincidence to shut Eddie up. “It’s a sign!” They’d hissed together.
“It’s a bad idea.” was Eddies defeated reply.
Candy enjoys this one a little too much, a little too true-crime podcast subject for Eddie's liking.
She leads him to the alley with her curves and promises. Her heels giving her no trouble but her wobbly ankles playing like they did all the same to the target.
“You believe in karma?” She proposes, lips so close she could taste the alcohol in the air on his breath.
“Nah, you get what you work for. You gotta step on some toes sometimes to prove you’re the best. If you lose you didn’t try hard enough.” He cockily answered. Something he’d probably picked up from the few interactions he had with him billionaire father growing up. His trust fund was a shield against his own evil deeds.
“That’s a shame. Because I do.” She sighs.
“I don’t think we have to match up on our philosophy 101 ideas, babe.” He chuckles. “Don’t have to have anything in common at all to do what I wanna do to you.” His hands lead to her hips and next thing he knows there’s a knife pressed into his neck. This was new. This wasn’t part of the plan.
Eddie's heartbeat picks up as he sees through Venom's eyes what’s happening. She was in too deep and she was only going to dig herself deeper.
“I’m glad we have one thing in common for what I’m going to do to you.” She snarls, taking her wig and glasses off.
“What the…?!” He says with no fear and only surprise. “Wait aren’t you? Holy shit you again?” He laughs. “So you’re the one doing this little vigilante justice thing. How cute.”
“Cute? You were going to rape me and my friend you fucking disgusting, baby dicked piece of shit.”
“They're onto you sweetie.” He grins. “You can do whatever you want to me but you think killing the brightest minds in the world was a smart idea? Like no one would come looking? You really are stupid.”
“You can call me whatever you want because you’ll be dead and I’ll be able to breathe a little easier knowing one less asshole like you is in this world.”
“Do what you want little girl, but I’m gonna put up a fight you can’t win.” He smirks.
“Doubtful.” Is Venom's response as he appears looking over Candy in the dim and dank alley.
“Good riddance.” She says angrily, putting her wig back on. She continues to mutter curses and name call while her eyes well up with a long-held release that was a long time coming.
“Are you-“
“I’m FINE.” She snaps and wipes at a falling tear. Venom recoils noticeably. “I’ll... see you later.” She rushes out before stomping off.
“Eddie?”
“I know man. She’s just… going through a lot.”
“We are worried.”
“Yeah. We are.”
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30 Minute Experiment: Love #30ME
I decide to tackle one of the tougher #30ME topics today just because I took a few unintended days off over the weekend, and I don’t want to feel like I’ve been slacking off. Also, I don’t want to use up all the Pink Floyd titles with weeks more to go in this experiment, so I’m moving on to names of British bands, the name of one of my favorite British’s band’s albums... and well, that’s about as far as I can take this joke. But yes, today I’m gonna talk about LOVE. And it’s not even Valentine’s Day! (That seems so long ago, doesn’t it?)
Yeah, I have a very weird personal history with love and maybe since I haven’t been married or been any sort of long-time relationship (I think 3 months is my longest), some could say that I don’t really know what love is... or one of a dozen other clichés about love that I probably have heard way too many times. I’m gonna try to avoid some of them in the 30 minutes I have to write about a very tough topic.
If you’ve been reading these since I started them a little over a month ago, you might remember one called “Mixed Emotions” and that partially was a little bit on the subject, because I feel that “love” comes in degrees just like everything. It might surprise some (oh, he’s kidding... A LOT) of people that I feel that i’m someone who is very much filled with love, maybe more than any other emotion a human is capable of feeling. (I’d like to think that my nickname of “Ed Doom” was meant to be totally ironic, by the way.)
But there are degrees to “Love” and while there are many people I love in the 1 to 3 out of 10 range, there are very few on the higher end of that spectrum, but those who rate an 8 to 10 in terms of how much I love them, they are people who I will be loyal to for the rest of their or my own life, because maybe they did something so generous or selfless to help me that it’s hard not to love them. And frankly, I would think that maybe 1 or 2% of the people who I love that much even realize it because love is one of those things we rarely talk, at least when there isn’t some sort of sexual reward. Since I don’t really think in that regard anymore, it makes it even harder to deal with my feelings of love towards others, because I almost always feel like I have to keep it to myself just so things don’t get weird.
Oh, yeah, and I will let you know now that I rarely use the words, “I love you” except maybe to my mother or immediate family and that might be due to my own mostly bad experiences with the word “love” and the fact that in most of my younger life, it led to a lot of rejection and worse when I had to realize that another person would probably never love me as much as I love them.
I’m not really sure why so many of the people I know are able to find love and the person they want to spend their entire life, while I have found very few people who I can even stand spending an entire day with them. Maybe it’s just part of why I continue to be so moody later in life, but during these troubled times, I’ve found myself thinking about love and my love for others and trying to find other ways to show it without seeming either clingy or needy (which I’m really not naturally just because I know how to appease my mood with music and other things, like writing.)
It’s kind of amazing how few people talk about love except when talking about spouses, immediate family or kids. It’s almost as if “love” is a bad word, and considering how many actual bad words there are out there these days, it’s a shame that one of the greatest feelings one can have has to be hidden away so much as to “not get weird.”
If you haven’t figured it out by reading some of my non-movie writing, I’m a born and quite hopeless romantic. I always have been even as I got away from the idea of dating in any shape or form, but a lot of that is due to the many bad experiences I’ve had when I was trying to date and maybe “take things to the next level.” (What an awesome euphemism, THAT is, huh?)
I guess I’m one of the few people on the planet who has always equated the act of sex with some form of love, and I’ve never been someone who might get drunk and fall into bed with someone even remotely fabric. I always feel like I need to have a deeper connection or some feeling inside that makes me want to even spend any of my precious sleep time sharing a bed with anyone. I realize now how crazy that might seem but maybe I’m just a bit more old-fashioned than many of my friends or colleagues.
I’ve actually been amazed by some of my friends who have found spouses or long time partners and how hard they work on making all things work out, and I guess I can understand that. I doubt there’s anyone on the planet who ever really truly wants to be alone or at least feel alone. Everyone wants to believe that there’s someone out there for them, but I’ve long ago contended with the fact that I may be my own worst enemy (as seen by my decision to write so much personal and intimate details about my life and sharing them with the world) but also my best friend and even the best person to keep me feeling loved.
Listen, I’ll be the first person to admit my weaknesses and the fact that there are things I’m not good at, but I will never say that I’m not good at loving others, whether it be family, friends, etc. I just have a harder time expressing the feeling of love, because it’s led to so much disappointment and frustration over my many years.
While I think I’m doing pretty good with this topic so far, I realized just now that I’m only halfway through my time for the day and I’m going to have to find a lot more to say about love or else I’ll have to consider today’s #30ME a failure. (I’m also my own worst editor!)
So I’m going to take a moment to think for a bit before continuing this essay on “love,” so it doesn’t seem like a whole lot of rambling, which it probably is.
I know what I can talk about. How we each, as individuals, discover our own personal meaning of the word “love.” It’s kind of amazing that as kids we’re just so good at loving other, whether it’s our parents or pets or classmates, but as we continue in this world, it becomes a lot harder and even frowned upon to express open acts of love. No, I’m not talking about the actions like hugging and shoulder rubs that have been turned into such awful things in recent year, when in fact, hugging people is a GREAT expression of love and it’s one of the most comforting things you can give or receive. Sadly, hugging, which was already frowned upon in recent years is now seemingly unimaginable since we’re all being told to stay “6 feet apart” and no one knows how long that’s gonna last.
I don’t think anyone I know would consider me a hugger, but in fact, I’ve never been shy about giving or accepting a hug when the opportunity arrives, although I definitely have more than a few friends that I know better than to even suggest an embrace. People are just so weird about hugging nowadays just as so many people on the planet seem to feel awkward or uncomfortable about expressing love even in the most simple way.
Oddly, pet owners have it a little easier because when you have a cat or dog, it’s perfectly fine to snuggle with it and there are many ways that you can show love, from feeding them ... to allowing them to take up space in your bed.
I may have to go off on a little tangent here because as much as I love animals, particularly cats, I’ve ALWAYS been weird about sharing a bed or even a room with a cat. It’s a long story and I feel that I’d be filibustering if I get into it here, so maybe sometime down the road I’ll dedicate a full 30 minutes to pets.
But yeah, it’s pretty obvious why a few of my friends have small dogs or cats that they bring with them as comfort pets because while people can constantly disappoint you, animals can only do so by doing something like pooping or peeing on your clothes. I mean, i think people could do that, too, but hopefully you’re able to vet those people out of your life before you get too seriously into a relationship with them.
I may be rambling a bit here now, but I guess it’s important for me to discuss this topic so that people out there who do have spouses/partners, children or pets know what some of the rest of us have to go through when we’re isolated and have absolutely no access to any sort of physical contact or expressions of love to keep us going.
It feels almost unnecessary to express how important love is and why it’s important to have an outlet for that love, even if in my case, I put all of my love (and other emotions) into writing and never feel comfortable sharing my “love” with others who I truly do love. I mean, I’ve written love letters before... something I would NEVER recommend considering the outcome of most of them... but sometimes, putting something down in the writing is the only way to express how you’re really feeling. In my case, needing to express some of my feelings may have led me to being a writer, although you would probably never known that from any of my public writing which has mostly been critical or analytical.
So yeah, I will end today’s #30ME a little early to give you some to reflect on the above words. I hope that the next time you think of another person you love (whether it’s someone close to you or someone very far away) you’ll reconsider expressing that love in some way that might make someone feel more loved. It’s something we desperately now if it wasn’t obvious from the world wide pandemic that is effectively pushing people further and further apart.
Time’s up... back tomorrow!
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Part Two
In 1998, writers Rick Copp and David A Goodman were approached by Warner Bros to write a Scooby-Doo animated movie to be released on home video. They wanted something slightly spookier than the Scoobys of the past, with genuine supernatural elements, less overt silliness and a more polished and grown-up look courtesy of Japanese animators with roots in anime. During the writing process, Copp had just one key request: he wanted the film to feature a “spooky girl band”.
Copp: Growing up, I was a huge fan of Josie and the Pussycats. I was a little gay kid and I think it was that girl power that appealed to me. But I was also fascinated by this group of girls travelling the world and getting involved in criminal conspiracies. So naturally I was like, “We have to have a girl band!” I remember coming up with the name Hex Girls and I kept thinking: “Is it too simple? Is it not clever enough?”
Casting began in earnest in early 1999, with producers searching for voiceover actors who could project strength and spunk, and hold a note. Famed voiceover actor Jennifer Hale, best known at the time for voicing Felicia Hardy on the classic Nineties Spider-Man series, was recruited to play lead vocalist Thorn. Relative newcomer Kimberly Brooks, who has gone on to an illustrious voiceover career in film, television and video games, was cast as keyboardist Luna. And Jane Wiedlin, of The Go-Go’s and a solo music career that included pop classics “Rush Hour” and “Blue Kiss”, was cast as drummer Dusk.
Wiedlin: I think I have a pretty unique voice but, to be honest, the people that really get work can do 10 or 20 voices at the drop of a hat. It’s a real talent. Me? I just kind of do variations of my normal voice. So I was surprised that I got asked to do this! But of course really honoured. I think someone over at Scooby-Doo thought, “Oh, how cool would it be to have a real girl from a real girl band be in this fake girl band?” So I kind of lucked out in that regard.
Brooks: I had worked with Jennifer on some other things so I was familiar with her. I had never worked with Jane, but I was a huge Go-Go’s fan so I was completely blown away. I was in awe. I still am when I’m around her.
Hale: I actually have never told Jane this, but I was in garage bands and started singing in clubs when I was 15 and we covered The Go-Go’s! So when I got this gig and Jane was one of the Hex Girls, I was just like, “What??!!” It was a wonderful confluence of events, a kind of circular experience.
Brooks: I grew up doing musical theatre, and I always wanted to be in a rock band. In fact, when I was in high school, it was career day and we had a psychic there. The psychic called me up in front of the entire senior class and did a reading on me. She didn’t know anything about me, but she told me, “You know what, you’re gonna have an amazing career using your voice.” So, of course, I was like, “Oh my god, I’m gonna be a rock star!” That didn’t really pan out. But I did get to play one on TV.
Wiedlin: Over the years, it’s kind of like a family reunion every time we see each other. They are wonderful women, and so talented. I’m a little bit in awe of them and what they can do and how easily it comes to them. I just try to breathe and relax. I feel like I’m this amateur walking in because I haven’t done a ton of voiceover, but they’re so nice.
During recording, all three actors quickly got a handle on their characters. But there was just one problem: nobody could figure out what an “eco-goth” actually was.
Copp: As one of the writers on the movie, I’m as baffled as you! I can’t imagine I’m smart enough to come up with that, so I don’t think it was me!
Wiedlin: I remember bursting out laughing when I first saw that description! They’re not really that goth. I mean, their music isn’t a bit goth, let’s face it. They have a goth aesthetic, though.
Hale: We actually had to debate how to pronounce it. We were like, “Echo-goth?” “Ee-ko-goth?”
Brooks: It definitely is sort of made-up sounding, but I also knew what it meant, in a weird way. I just thought: a bit of that tree-hugger thing? We love the earth, we’re vegan and we don’t wear leather. I think it was kind of a stereotype of that at the time? But now? Look at our planet, look at the state of what we’re in, look at global warming, look at how we’re polluting our planet, and we’re finally having to really take notice because we’re running out of time. So for me, now it totally makes sense – the “eco-goth.”
Keep reading to find out more in the Part 3!
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Yugioh S3 Ep 18: Noah’s Dad Decides he Doesn’t Love His Son Anymore When Noah Gets Way Too Into Petz Hexing
I was hanging out with Bro and he made me look at a lot of bad Yugi wigs that were 600 dollars each, and because only like...4 good Yugi wigs exist in the world, I decided to help him get out that Yugi itch in a healthier way, by copy editing these posts and fixing the way I spell Gozaburo wrong about 400 more times before this arc ends.
So last we left off, Noah decided to reference that one part of the Bible he knows.
He’s gonna change the playing field to kind of run through the history of the Earth, showing us that in every period of history his outfit was never acceptable.
Also he got the history a...little bit wrong. You had to have people before Noah’s ark but...whatever. I took astrology, there’s a lot about planet formation we’re still kind of guessing on, so do whatever you feel like, Yugioh. It’s not like any kids watching this got real pissy about how Noah was totally botching the Archean period.
He also decides to dump on us how he got so smart. See, Kaiba got smart by studying a lot, surrounding himself with people way dumber than him, and then just bossing everyone around him until they agreed with him that he was very smart. In Noah’s case, it’s because he’s literally a computer.
I’m really glad I get to find another anime that’s all ham about this tree. In this case just slapping it on there for a few seconds, long enough for me to say “WHAT THE HELL, KIDS SHOW?” before it vanishes again.
Good on you, Noah. You just...casually slipped that in there.
Ah, but unfortunately, the AI who is like...not even human and is *pretty sure* He’s Noah Kaiba is still kind of attached to his Dad. Maybe it was a part of his core code that he couldn’t reject his Father? I dunno, just seems weird that he achieved enlightenment and was like “So uh...I guess I’ll play cards and take over a mindless corporation. Good use of my time.”
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Kaiba’s reaction to hearing that his brother stores all of human knowledge was “well, it can’t possibly be that difficult. I’ve done way more than that. I have a homeschool degree and half a high school diploma so go to Hell, bro.”
Yo how many people would sit down, turn to their computer, and just start shouting at their core processor about how they’re waaaay smarter than it? Remember that during this entire conversation, Kaiba is shouting at a literal computer.
So anyway, we finally get to see why they bothered showing us spider room a few episodes back. Youknow, that room with the baby in it? Turns out...there was never a baby in this room, since Noah was a kid when he first woke up here.
Before it was covered in spiders, it was covered in blue and off white. This is a very boring Martha Stewart room in different shades of robin eggshell. You can tell this kid is a Kaiba because oh boy that is a...really boring 50 yo housewife look, ain’t it?
I’m sure it’s symbolic for the fact he is hella dead and innocent at this point but like...every time we see Kaiba interior design it’s just the last type of design you expect from this high octane family.
Anyway, Noah’s kind of surprised to be awake because, last he remembers, he was very much hit by a car.
Ya, I mean, if you have to tell your son you Frankenstiened him into a horrible crime against humanity, might as well tell him as quickly and bluntly as possible, I guess.
Anyway, because Noah existing breaks the most basic moral human laws in every country on Earth, they kinda can’t let him go anywhere, which means that to prevent the loneliness, Kaiba gives him...a pet?
So Noah and the dogcat decide to travel through Domino and realized very quickly that there were only like...five NPC’s. There’s like an ice cream girl, and like a couple walking people, and that’s about it.
Noah’s words were something like “man this place is full of glitches!” because his dogcat wouldn’t stop barking and he threw a rock at it and it didn’t care. Glitches.
I guess it’s one way to look at it?
It feels like Noah got somewhat cursed like Pharaoh did, just a little bit. Like not completely it’s just that I can’t help but notice both are trapped in some sort of basic geometry shape--Pharaoh’s is a pyramid and Noah’s is an orb, and both have untold superpowers matched with some heavy depression that goes with having said superpowers. Not to mention, both have a host body all set up for possession, it’s just Kaiba is a little bit youknow...unwilling to participate. They’re very different obviously it’s just...way to trap your characters in shapes.
Anyway, last episode I felt like maybe Noah liked being an orb, this episode he’s made it a little more clear that it is kind of not great being an orb...but only because he can’t throw any rocks at dogs or have real conversations with anyone but his own Dad.
Anyway, Noah got a little bored. So his Dad sent him to virtual Mars.
And now Noah only finds joy in hacking his digital pet. Relatable.
Now I know a good chunk of you are my age--that good Jenna Marbles age--and will know exactly what I am referring to, as for the rest of you, turning your digital pet into a hell creation was just a thing we all did in year 2000ish. All of us did this.
And I was like “I bet you, that someone out there has made a robot Hex, I guarantee” because I spent...I want to say 2 years of my life downloading modded breedz of Catz 4? I even tried to do it myself but I wasn’t any good at it because I was super young and bad at computers, I never actually got Robbie William’s Millennium as a Catz meow (though trust me, I did try. It was my life’s dream when I was small.)
But the closest I found to a Robot Petz was this?
Dang. Look at that thing. This one is actually pretty good because it does resemble an animal. I admire it a lot. Trust me, I spent like days moving my bunniez feet around trying to make a dragon and just ended up downloading someone else's dragon.
And then, from the same page I saw this gem right above it.
HELL YES........
....I freakin love this period of the internet so freakin much. I was only ever really a part of a couple of fandoms as a child and the Petz fandom will forever hold a little part of my heart. I mean, look at this. What’s not to love?
Like, Catz is probably number 3 on my list of best games ever made. Not so much because the game was any good, but because none of the files were protected in any way so even kids like me could hack in there and make the weirdest abominations and post them all to their Angelfire pages.
Well, other kids could, I was so baby that I was still using my Mom’s email address and did not know how to put a damn thing on my webpage. Which I did have. But it had like...only frames. It had like 3 words and just me splitting the page into 50 frames because I did not know what I was doing.
I apologize to all the kids in the room who have never seen a web page covered in ugly ass frames. You lucky bastards.
....but Petz...Noah was into PETZ. I can respect him for that.
I still think he’s a little creep-o, but knowing that he hacked his pet has given me a lot of appreciation for his work.
Anyway, it was after Noah changed the boring ass simpleton dog into a much better dog that Gozoboro decided “I have made a monster, I am abandoning my boy.” Which uh...this was the thing?
This?
I mean as far as body horror goes, Litterbox up there is way worse. As far as body horror goes, we also have, Jinzo over here, but the digital dog with a cute robot head was the thing that made Gozoboro say “What have I done!?” The dog is digital, it’s not even alive.
Especially since I feel like the follow up question Noah made was like way more frightening than the dog thing?
Kaiba glazes right over this entire conversation. Like full stop, he didn’t even seem to blink. No part of this story even slightly surprised him, although I will admit, at least Seto has decided that Noah...exists and might in fact be a robot his Father made once. This in itself is a big deal for Kaiba, who has a goldfish memory and denial wider than the sea he’s trapped under.
First of all, congrats to the storyboarder/animator for drawing a hand in that angle, mad respect.
Second of all, this is pretty close to the actual line from the show, Kaiba legit thinks that his Dad wanted Kaiba to be the president, after he knows full well that his Dad was like “Don’t Take Over My Company, You Little Twerp” and then like tried to even send Seto back to the orphanage whence he came. Kaiba’s pretty sure that his Dad wanted that whole thing to happen exactly the way it happened. No regrets. Just family being family.
And Moki’s still chilling on the Moki couch, just kinda taking this all in before he’s summoned unto the field like a playing card.
Ah, yet another person who is like “KILL MEEE” on this show. It’s been kind of a while. Like, who’s left that hasn’t stood in front of a loaded card-gun like this? Duke? Is Duke the only one who hasn’t sacrificed his body for the greater card-good at this point? Is this why Duke is our amoral Chaotic Neutral? Is this why Duke is still the only one who hasn’t died yet (and I’m crossing my fingers still that he’s gonna be our death 169, it can happen, I can believe)?
I feel like this is the season of weird hugs. Like everyone on this show that has hugged has gotten a little weird. The only not-weird hug was when Yugi attempted to hug Joey once and then Joey dodged the hug and wrestled him into an arm-distanced noogie instead--which is technically still not a hug, but the closest we’ve gotten to something a human would do. It is so lucky for our art team that all the huggers are supposed to be hella weird anyway.
Anyway, next episode we get to find out if Noah also had an AIM username or got really into Jelly pens. I can see him getting suuuper into Jelly pens, with hair like that.
Anyway, here’s a link to Season 1 Ep 1 to read in Chrono order, in case you just got here and you’re looking for that.
#yugioh#yu gi oh#episode recap#photo recap#S3 Ep18#catz 4#yo I'm so glad I got an excuse to talk about Petz with y'all#freakin petz#seto kaiba#noah kaiba#gozaburo kaiba#yugi muto#joey wheeler#duke devlin#tea gardner#serenity wheeler#for reals though I had 49 fake catz because the little assholes would not stop breeding#and as a child I was convinced they would all get jealous if I did not spend equal time with each#these catz were like an endless source of anxiety for me#I freaking loved them
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28 for Johnny and Daniel please? Thank you!
Okay. I have two memes out there at the same time, and since this doesn’t say which it’s for, you’re getting both, Nonnie. I hope that’s okay. :)
Detailed Headcanon Meme:
28. How they hug
Johnny: Reluctantly, though usually not as reluctantly (unwillingly) as we saw with Daniel. He was a lot more physically affectionate when he was younger, but as the years have gone on, he’s pulled more and more into himself. On the surface, it looks like he doesn’t want people touching him, but subconsciously, it’s much more that he thinks people don’t want him touching them.
The only exceptions to this are Robby (until the last few years) and Miguel.
He used to hug Robby all the time, for every reason he could think of. It sounds cliche, but Sid never hugged him, and he always missed having a father figure who would, so he was originally determined that he would make damn sure Robby never felt that. Then things happened, things with Shannon got worse and worse, and Robby started pulling away from him, both emotionally and physically. That’s perfectly normal for a teenager, of course, but Johnny took it as a sign that Robby didn’t want him to touch him anymore, either, so after the first few bristly, stiff hugs happened (when Robby was about 11/12), he gave up. It wasn’t long after that he decided Robby was “better off” without him entirely.
Miguel goes the opposite direction. Their first hug was very much a “bro hug,” complete with bro-handshake and shoulder bump. The second, which Miguel initiated from sheer happiness, took him by surprise, but it didn’t take him long to get into it. The ear-to-ear grin on Miguel’s face and how enthusiastically he reached for him was a huge part of that. With Miguel, physically demonstrating their closeness feels both safe and normal to Johnny. They’re so comfortable displaying their affection for each other that hugs have become mutual, and it makes his heart soar a little more every time.
He still doesn’t know that Robby witnessed one of those hugs, so he has no idea that despite his promise to never make Robby feel second-best in his heart ... that’s exactly what he’s done.
Daniel: He is a whole-body hugger. Unlike Johnny, whose usual hugging style is different from what we saw at the dealership, Daniel’s is exactly the same. If he cares about someone enough to hug them, he does it big. Despite not being a big guy in the slightest, when he hugs someone, he draws them in and wraps his arms around them, and he seems like he’s just the biggest, cuddliest person on the planet.
He wants people to feel safe when he hugs them, and they do. He wants them to know they’re loved, and they do.
It was one of the few things he and Mr. Miyagi disagreed on when he was younger. Daniel comes from a big Italian family, and everyone hugs everyone over everything. He’s never been quite like that, and he’s kept his hugging limited to those people he honestly cares about, but physical demonstrations of affection have always mattered to him. Like Johnny, he grew up with no father to hug or hold him when he needed it, but unlike Johnny, he remembers having had it, so he knew what he was missing. All the times he wanted to hug Mr. Miyagi but couldn’t really bothered him, because that’s all his heart wanted.
That’s why the two hugs after his second tournament - the crazy jumping-into-his-arms one and the slower one - mean so much to him. The fact that Mr. Miyagi didn’t push him away and actually hugged him back both times was a sign that he was forgiven for everything he’d done (at least by Mr. Miyagi ... he never forgave himself for it).
Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme:
28. Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?
Johnny: Best friend: He’s still very much hanging on to his high school Glory Days, which means he still says his best friend - though he hasn’t talked to him more than a few exchanged texts and scattered phone calls in the past ten years - is Bobby Brown.
Worst enemy:Daniel LaRusso (at least in his mind, it’s Daniel ... he’s a bit blind and stupid about that)Daniel:Best friend: Currently, it’s Amanda, 100% without a doubt. They were best friends for a couple of years before they even started dating, and that has never gone away. Even if their marriage broke up tomorrow (which isn’t going to happen), they still would be.Before Amanda, it was Mr. Miyagi, obviously. He has never been as close to anyone (in a platonic way) as he was to him, and no one (not even Amanda) has ever known him as well. There are things about him that Amanda doesn’t know, things no one else has ever known, which Mr. Miyagi did.
Worst enemy:Daniel LaRusso (not even joking - there are times he absolutely loathes himself, and he is fully aware that he’s done more damage to himself than Johnny has ever done/could ever do)
Thanks for the asks, Nonnie!
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for ficlet requests, permhaps a little lupcretia on the starblaster?
Lucretia has kept a journal on her crewmates since day one. That’s to be expected. She’s the chronicler of this mission, dedicated to taking down as much information as she can. She writes with both hands in two different journals, and things don’t escape her sight easily. There are paragraphs written about each of them in days -- in-depth physical descriptions that fade into first impressions that give way to intimate details most people would miss. By the end of their first cycle she’s run out of paper in her journals.
By the end of the sixth cycle she’s filled nineteen journals on one crewmate in particular. She writes descriptions, writes notes, writes odes and lyric poetry and scribbles her name all over the pages-- she’s in too deep. It can’t be helped, not with Lup around. She’s electric, lightning striking Lucretia daily. She’s a wild laugh and a bright-eyed wink. She’s the most beautiful woman Lucretia has ever seen. Being around her is overwhelming.
(Being around most people is overwhelming for Lucretia. But it’s different with Lup. It’s social anxiety multiplied by ten, mitigated by the fact that it’s butterflies in her stomach and the fact that Lup is kind. She’s so kind, and it isn’t obvious at first, but then you catch her: she puts blankets on Barry when he falls asleep at his desk. She holds Taako so tightly at the beginning of each cycle. She wipes Magnus’s tears and makes him laugh when circumstances are getting him down. She ribs Davenport and makes him crack a grin like no one else. She even gardens with Merle, a task the rest of them have sworn off of as entirely as possible.)
Lucretia was never prone to having her head in the clouds before Lup, but that’s where she operates half the time now. It’s not entirely conducive to writing, as evidenced by the fact that currently, Lucretia is reclining in a chair on the deck of the Starblaster with a journal in hand writing more of a diary than anything else.
Taako is sick, so Lup cooked breakfast this morning. Nothing fancy, just omelettes, but as always they were delicious. She’s worried about him -- it just looks like a cold right now, but after last cycle, we’re all on edge about illness. It’s brought her soft side out like hell; she’s in his room more often than not, and I can hear her singing from inside. From what I can tell it’s an old Elvish lullaby. I’ve heard the two of them singing it together sometimes. It’s beautiful. Her voice is beautiful, just like everything else about her god Lucretia you have to calm down this is getting absurd
“Hey!” comes Lup’s voice from behind her, and Lucretia splatters ink across the page in surprise before immediately slamming her journal shut.
“Yes?” Lucretia asks, sitting up further and turning to look at Lup, who’s standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, uniform absent in favor of smart black trousers and a button-up shirt. She looks incredible (she always looks incredible.)
“I need to go shopping. You wanna come with?”
“Of course,” Lucretia says, trying not to sound too eager. She stands. “Let me just drop this in my room and, uh, change, then I’ll be ready to go.”
“Sweet,” Lup says. She walks past Lucretia and flops into the chair she’s just vacated. “Get me when you’re ready.”
Lucretia nods and hurries back to her room, hiding this particular journal under her mattress. It’s a childish precaution, one she knows that any of her crewmates could figure out in under five minutes, but she’s not one for much subterfuge. She spends longer than she’d like trying to pick out civvies to wear, settling on a blue sundress and silver slippers and then rushing out to the deck as she pins her braids up. “Ready,” she says, doing her best not to sneak up on Lup. (She doesn’t like to be startled, as much as she likes startling others.)
“Great,” Lup says, swinging herself out of the chair and offering Lucretia her arm. Lucretia feels her cheeks heat up, but she takes it, trying to stop the dreamy smile that threatens to overtake her face. “We gotta hit that farmer’s market, and Cap’nport wanted me to look for some engine type thing if we can find a scrapyard or something. Can I tell you a secret, though?” she asks, looking up at Lucretia conspiratorially.
“Of course,” she replies. It’s a struggle not to sound breathless at the idea of sharing a secret with Lup.
“I gotta get the fuck off the boat for a minute,” she exhales. “I’m getting cabin fever. The boys are killin’ me.”
Lucretia chuckles. “Understandable,” she says.
“It’s just nice to, you know, get some girl time.” She bumps her hip into Lucretia’s.
“Y-- yeah, it is,” Lucretia agrees. She thinks that some god must be playing with her. This is too much. She and Lup spend time together, sure, but not often alone, and it doesn’t usually entail so much physical contact. Lucretia wouldn’t describe herself as touch-starved, exactly, but
well, alright, it’s been seven years. Magnus is a hugger and the twins drape themselves over each other at any given opportunity, but the rest of them are a little more reticent about touch. Or, in Lucretia’s case, hungry for it and entirely unsure of how to initiate contact. She tries to relax, not to be so stiff next to Lup, whose movements are fluid and easy. She’s so confident.
They look for a scrapyard first, although not especially hard (“it’s not like we need the part,” Lup assures her, “Dav just wants to tinker.”) before heading to the farmer’s market. Lup is in her element, practically glowing in the sunlight as she flits from booth to booth, inspecting vegetables and haggling the shopkeeps down. Lucretia wishes she had something to write on. Not that she’d be able to do it subtly. All the same, she wants to chronicle every piece of Lup she sees.
Lup weighs her down with bags of produce and then claps. “Alright, I think we’re good!” she chirps. “Anything else you wanna check out planetside before we head back up?”
“Not off the top of my head,” Lucretia says.
“You sure? I’m literally looking for an excuse to spend more time down here with you.”
With you. Lucretia’s heart skips a beat. Twelve beats. It stops beating entirely and then dances a waltz set to the sappiest music imaginable.
“Luc? You good?”
“Oh-- yes, of course. Um. There was that little main street, right? We could look over there.”
“Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.” Lup grins up at her and holds her arm out. “Gimme some of those bags back, I shouldn’t make you carry ‘em all.”
Lucretia does, and they make their way to the street in question. It’s narrow with cobblestone paths -- not entirely unlike their home planet, and Lucretia feels a sick pang of nostalgia that she wonders if Lup is feeling too. “Oh, look at that dress,” Lup says, taking hold of Lucretia’s free hand with her own, sending shocks through Lucretia’s body as she’s pulled along to a window. The dress is made of some light, floaty fabric. It’s white with deep violet flowers embroidered along the trim. It doesn’t look like anything Lup would ever wear, and for a moment, Lucretia doesn’t understand why she pointed it out. Then: “This would look so pretty on you,” Lup says, letting go of Lucretia’s hand to look up at her appraisingly.
Pretty. Lup thinks she’s pretty. Or at least, Lup thinks she would look good in one specific dress. Lucretia tries not to let her mind run wild, but it’s hard. “You think so?” she asks sheepishly.
“Fuck yeah. Let’s get it.”
“What?”
“Come on! You have to at least try it on,” she says, pulling Lucretia into the store. “Hi, can we try on this dress in the window?” she asks, breezing her way to an employee. Lucretia stands awkwardly, clutching the bag she’s holding tight until the clerk nods and pulls the dress out of the window. Lup holds her hand out. “Let me hold that while you change,” she says, and Lucretia complies.
She steps into a dressing room and immediately has to sit down, pressing her palms against her face, heartbeat racing. Social anxiety times ten mitigated by Lup being kind plus the brand new information that Lup thinks she’s pretty is a lot to handle. She exhales and looks at herself in the mirror, unable to contain that dreamy smile anymore. She must be so transparent. God, she hopes that’s not awkward -- she’s trying so hard to stay professional.
She changes quickly, giving herself a once-over in the mirror before she steps out of the dressing room.
“Oh, fuck, Luc!” Lup says, grinning broadly. “You know how I’m always right? I was right. You look… you look great.”
“Thanks,” Lucretia says breathlessly.
They buy the dress.
That night as Lup chases Taako out of the kitchen (“you’re gonna fuckin’ cough in the stew, fuck off, bubbeleh!”) Lucretia lays on her bed, scribbling in her private journal.
She thinks I’m pretty. She thinks I’m pretty.
And for once, she doesn’t know what else to write.
#lupcretia#lucretia#lup#lucretia taz#the adventure zone#vi writes#sorry this is just Lucretia Is Useless And Gay: The Fic#instead of like They're Dating#but sometimes you just gotta have a horrible crush#anyway i love u apple thanks for the req! <3#lesbianguila
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Lonely Planet Blue
Virgil is a soft pillow baby™ and I will fight anyone who disagrees
TW: self-deprecating thoughts, mentioned/referenced/implied death, panic attacks, mentioned/implied war
Vae hadn’t returned for two months. Every night, he snuck up to the bell tower and would peer out from the little window where, at one point in time, townspeople from below could catch a glimpse of the now absent bell. It had likely been melted down for ammunitions.
It was a night like any other. Virgil sat, back pressed against one of the corners of the little tower, his eyelids beginning to flutter close. He shook himself awake, his hazy brown eyes refocusing on the barren wasteland dotted with ruins holding all too painful memories. Silently, he cursed his best and only friend as he rubbed sleep out of his eyes, feeling the bags underneath them that were becoming more prominent as the days went by.
He liked the midnight sky. It calmed his anxiety that Vae was likely a dead man or a deserter. Tonight, the heavens dripped neon purple and raven black as the stars blinked at him, almost mocking him. His heart was in his throat as he stood unofficial sentry, wishing his friend would come home already so he could ask her where she’d gone and what adventures- because it wasn’t Vae if it wasn’t an adventure- she’d had.
He hugged his knees close to him, zipping his hoodie up to try and keep himself warm in the chilly night. A breeze ripped through the little tower, sending Virgil’s hair flying every which way. He grumbled as he patted it down, desperate to tame it so if on the off chance Halo came upstairs after fitful sleep, she wouldn’t tease him for looking like a girl with his shoulder-length hair, the tips dyed lavender.
As he finally got his hair under control, he glanced outside and nearly choked on his breath. Someone was standing in the distance, holding a glowing lantern. They were still as a statue, but Virgil didn’t care. He leapt off the ground, practically throwing himself down the rickety stairs as he raced to the bottom of the bell tower. He threw open the rotting wooden door as he reached ground level, stumbling over his feet as he ran down the cobblestone streets littered with pebbles and black snow.
At ground level, it was much harder to see the figure in the distance, but through the narrow alley between to buildings that Virgil had seen collapse in on themselves with his own eyes as the families inside screamed for help, he could spy the willowy figure that stood nearly invisible against the dark horizon of the night.
His heart pounded with exhilaration as he felt his lungs beginning to sting, his throat growing scratchy and dry. Vae was back, Vae was back, Vae was back... He felt a grin spread across his face. His best friend was home. Finally, he wouldn’t be alone.
Slowing down, he bent over, panting heavily. He’d never done much exercise, despite running from himself his entire life. His eyes were brimming with tears of joy and exhaustion, blurring his vision as he looked to see his vision was so poor from the salty liquid in his eyes that he saw three figures instead of one.
He began walking, too tired to run again, wiping the tears as he called Vae’s name. Upon looking up again at the horizon, Virgil made out the outlines of three people. Not one. Three.
What? Did Vae come back with someone? he wondered as he approached the people, apprehension taking root in his gut. Millions of possibilities flew through his mind. They’re refugees. They killed Vae. It’s Marco, Kay, and Farhana back from their mission. Vae met merchants or soldiers or something or- his heart stopped. He could clearly see the people now.
None of them were Vae.
Thousands of emotions flooded through him, grief being the first after the searing feeling of hope being crushed and falling to the desolate, cold ground. Virgil sank to his knees, tears of despair spilling over his eyes this time around. His heart beat rapidly, ready to tear its way through his body and escape the cage of ribs inside him. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, this couldn’t be happening? Why couldn’t he get a happy ending for once in his miserable life? His breath came in shallow gasps and he mentally cursed. He was having a panic attack.
His limbs trembled as another gust of wind blew, dust and other particles hitting his face harshly. He could feel his heart racing at the same pace of his thoughts, which was firmly convinced that Vae had met some terrible fate at the hands of terrible people. He let out a sob that resembled his best friend’s name, his head hitting the hard ground as he collapsed over his knees, pounding on the cruel earth that likely covered his friend in eternal sleep.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and screamed, throwing his head back to see who it was and falling back painfully on his behind. He saw a stoic man staring him down, tiny lights flickering behind his grey eyes. He wore a double-breasted suit ensemble with a dark blue and black color scheme, tiny navy pinstripes running up and down his tight trousers which were crammed into brown dress boots. A bolo tie wrapped around his neck, transparent beads decorating the aiguillettes. He held a lantern burning brightly in the middle of the night, blinding Virgil as he tried to calm himself down. In the firelight, he made out the shadowy faces of the two strangers behind him.
The first thing he noticed about the pretty-boy blonde was the flower crown he wore. Lilacs the color of a sunset, roses the color of a china doll’s dainty painted blush, and teal chrysanthemums decorated his head, slightly glowing with their respective pastel colors. His bright blue eyes observed Virgil curiously, his head slightly tilted and his lips pursed with worry. Besides the flower crown, the boy was dressed elegantly, as though he was trying to convince everyone he really was a prince of some sort. He wore a copper-colored ascot tie tucked neatly into a white mandarin collar shirt. He wore red breeches and a pair of dramatic, buckled, knee-length wedge boots the color of lavender flowers accented with gold chains, giving a bit more rounded appearance to the prince wanna-be. Over his clothing, he wore some sort of jacket trailing to his knees, splatters of gold giving the otherwise white fabric the look of an ombre. A red sash attached to a little bag was slung across his body. Virgil also spotted a dark blue necklace hiding underneath his shirt, the chain just barely visible in the night. Lighting up the air around him were soft butterfly wings glowing cotton candy pink, their tips white as icing.
The one beside him also watched with concern. His baby blue eyes, similar in color to the boy with the flower crown, narrowed as he watched Virgil gasp for breath, scared out of his mind. This one was decked with a pair of antlers that looked like crystal dripping soft pastel colors that reminded Virgil so much of his lost friend. His wispy cinnamon and dark toffee hair fell into his eyes as he pushed it back away from his face, pulling out a silver hair clip from somewhere and forcing his hair to comply. For a moment, Virgil compared him to the likes of Rin Okumura from Blue Exorcist before he remembered he was not supposed to be interested in little kids’ stuff like that. Instead of beginning another inner war, he focused of the eccentric clothing of the antlered man. He wore a bright blue waistcoat patterned with lace shaped like interlocking roses, tiny silver chains keeping it wrapped around him. Underneath, he wore a plain white shirt with small brown sleeve garters. He also wore beige breeches and black knee-length boots with bright yellow buckles. Virgil noticed a pair of black-rimmed circle glasses tucked into the breast pocket of his waistcoat.
Virgil choked out another sob, tears running down his cheeks, ruining the black eye-shadow he always wore. It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision the first time he put it on. Vae had been gone for three days back then, and he was trying to repel his loneliness by finally completing the dare Vae had given him when they were just teens, laughing beside a campfire, the thought of war and destruction far in the back of their minds. Vae had returned later that week, amused at Virgil’s new look, but now that she had truly disappeared, Virgil couldn’t keep from wearing the eye-shadow beneath his eyes, as if it were the only thing that he had left to remember her by.
The antlered one moved suddenly, throwing his arms around him and squeezing tightly. Virgil shrieked, trying to push the man away from him with his gangly arms. Instead, the man hugged him tighter. He patted him on the back with gentle hands. Virgil froze, unsure what to do. Virgil felt himself begin to relax in the man’s grasp, though his pulse was still skyrocketing.
“W-what are you doing?” he managed to force out of his mouth. “Who are you all?” Much quieter, he added, “Where’s Vae?” The others seemed to notice the first two inquiries. At long last, the hugger pulled away.
He spoke in an unfamiliar language, melodic words bouncing off his tongue as he rambled phrases foreign to the scared boy. The man with steely gray eyes stepped forward, muttering to the antlered man, who glanced at Virgil and flushed.
“I apologize,” the man with cold eyes said. “My companion forgot you do not speak our tongue. You speak a language known as English, correct?” Virgil nodded, dumbfounded. “My name is L.O.G.I.C., and these are my companions, Patton-” he gestured to the antlered man, “-and Roman,” he gestured to the prince, who waved briskly. “I know this is sudden, but you must come with us.”
Virgil gaped at the three strangers. He pushed himself off the ground, unable to bare the feeling of being watched like a pathetic wimp. He mumbled incoherent words, still trying to process everything. “You’re… you guys are aliens?” he breathed, focusing on their more… supernatural body parts. L.O.G.I.C. blinked, apparently confused.
“Well, not exactly. By alien, do you mean the undocumented immigrant kind or the beings from another planet kind?”
“Of course the beings from another planet kind! I’d never use such a mean word to describe people who could easily be my friends!” Virgil cried defiantly. His eyes widened as his brain reminded him not to blurt anything, and his shrunk back, clutching the patch-covered sleeves of his hoodie.
L.O.G.I.C reached out a hand, but drew back. “To be more specific, Patton is a shapeshifter known as a Drisine. Roman is a being who appears with one physical aspect of another creature, and can turn into that creature. He also happens to be an exiled prince, though from experience I suggest you don’t bring that up when speaking to him.”
“W-what about you?” Virgil asked. He would be lying if he said his interest wasn’t piqued by now.
L.O.G.I.C. smiled coldly, what Virgil assumed was the only mode his smile was set to. “I am an artificial intelligence unit set inside a capsule built to resemble that of my creator.” Virgil couldn’t process it. Mere moments ago, he had believed his best friend was coming home. And now these strangers who claimed to be beings from faraway planets had asked him to come with them. It was something straight out of a movie.
“Why?” he asked suddenly, his eyes burning into the robot’s. “Why me?” His lifted his chin, mimicking the rebel teens in the propaganda movies he’d come to know by heart. “What makes me so important?” He bit his harshly, shoving his hands deep into the thralls of the hoodie’s pockets. He couldn’t seem weak. They wouldn’t want him then, no matter why they wanted him now.
L.O.G.I.C.’s eyes narrowed and Virgil steeled himself, putting up the mask he always wore. After a long, worry-filled pause, L.O.G.I.C. finally responded. “According to my fellow companions, they heard a rather cryptic prophecy that they, along with two others who fit our descriptions, will defeat an age-old evil.” The robot added on in a lower tone, “We seem to be in the same boat. These two dragged me into their ship after breaking into a lab, and I’ve been travelling with them ever since.” Virgil almost chuckled at the sight of the two smaller men dragging this no-nonsense robot onto a stereotypical UFO ship.
He shook his head, running his hand through his head. “What the hell…” he whispered, his eyes glancing across the landscape slowly brightening as time approached dawn. “Why… why me, though? Why not literally any other one of my friends holed up back in town?” he asked, jutting his thumb behind him to the ruins. “They’re the ones leading a rebellion. Me? All I can do is hide in the bell tower and wait for my friend to come home…” His voice cracked, small tears in his eyes. He blinked, looking down at the dirt as rubbed the tears away. Someone tackled him in a tight hug, making him gasp. “W-what?!” he stuttered, disliking the contact. He looked to see it was the one L.O.G.I.C. had called “Patton.”
Patton said something, pulling away. “Patton says he hopes you feel happier soon,” the robot told him. Patton continued to talk in the strange tongue, his eyes shimmering in the fire of the robot’s lantern. Meanwhile, the robot continued to translate for the bewildered teen. “To sum up what he’s saying, most of which being what you humans call ‘fluff’, he’s asking you to come with us because it does not look like you enjoy the life you are currently living. You mentioned a person named Vae when you were approaching us, might I ask who this is?”
Virgil snarled. “She’s my friend, dummy…” He ripped his body out of Patton’s grip, almost shoving the man away. “I’m waiting for her…” L.O.G.I.C. frowned. He mumbled something under his breath, though Virgil only caught the words “pesky emotions.” “So I can’t go with you,” he said, shaking his head and taking a step back. “I mean, I don’t even know you guys, and I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, and… and…” He couldn’t talk, he couldn’t see, he couldn’t feel. The world around his was spinning as he fell to his knees, gasping for breath.
He could vaguely sense someone running to him, shaking his shoulders slightly and saying something. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t breath. He couldn’t. He just couldn’t. Someone else was holding his hands, running their thumbs over his knuckles. He focused on that feeling, just that feeling, the feeling of warm skin meeting his, the feeling that maybe, just maybe, somebody found him worthy. He hadn’t felt it since Vae disappeared.
Someone was singing. He expanded his hazy focus from just the thumbs running across his knuckles to the voice that was so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. “Masae ioána tu an luüa, lavēhsea, agus tea tu rinda saänud ta. Waesa eayona rinda tä oppai-uoye-sinderūe, agus tu agus e taeyunge faero laehkona…” His breath slowed down, the words permeating his frantic mind like a sun ray bursting through a sky full of thunderclouds. His eyes wandered up to meet blue ones. He got lost in those sky blue eyes that glittered like crystals in the night. They were warm, seeming to smile, and reminded him of a clear summer day, nostalgic of a time when he and Vae were children and they hadn’t learned to be scared. He recalled running through a field of tall reeds, Vae on his tail, playing tag as they run through the small town they grew up in.
The memory turned sour. Time jumped years, to when he was a young boy. He could clearly picture the face of his mother, smiling sweetly as she waved goodbye to her school-bound son. He came home that day to find his entire neighborhood gone, leaving just crumbled, charred ruins and trauma that wove falsehoods into his mind to make him forget the sight of his mother’s charred body, clinging to a small photograph of her son who no longer smiled.
He choked out another sob, the tears burning his face with shame and despair and everything gone to shit. The voice grew stronger, the thumbs becoming hands that grasped his own, holding them in a gentle yet firm grip. Hands became arms that pulled him into a strong embrace, not as familiar one Patton had given him, yet still warm and calming. He looked into those eyes, searching for worth, for love, for anything to anchor him to reality.
The person pulled him into his grasp, and he fell forward into their chest, his hands grasping silken fabric that had gone threadbare in some places. He buried his face into their warm body, staining their clothes with his tears. They smelled like smoke from campfires, like saltwater and seashells, like velvet in a thrift store.
“Sasha tu haao meh,” they whispered, combing their soft fingers through his mousy hair. He listened to the sound of their heartbeat, his vision finally clearing as the tears began to dry. Virgil couldn’t bring himself to look at whoever it was who held him in their arms like he was their whole world. Instead, he snuggled closer to them, his ratty hoodie hardly protecting him from the bitter night.
The person gently grasped his chin between their forefinger and thumb and coaxed him to look up. Virgil tired his best to keep his gaze averted, feeling the shame beginning to crawl up his spine, but the person moved into his eyesight.
It was Roman.
That alone was enough to send Virgil back into hysterical whimpering, but seeming to sense Virgil’s apprehension, Roman pulled him even closer, hugging him. “Sasha tu haao meh, lavehsea,” he repeated. Virgil’s gaze wavered, but Roman held it, staring into his eyes- and perhaps, his soul.
Something turned on within Virgil, deep down in his heart where he stowed all precious things. He didn’t seem to be disgusted by Virgil’s weakness. He didn’t seem to think Virgil was only worth keeping around for standing guard. No. He seemed to… like Virgil. As though he meant something to the pretty boy with butterfly wings the color of cotton-candy.
He sniffed, wiping the tears in his eyes away. He tried smiling. Roman smiled brightly at him, and Virgil realized what exactly his heart was screaming at him: Go with him. Go with them. Vae’s not coming back. They’re you’re new family, whether you like it or not. Go with him. Go.
His eyes met the robot’s. “Forgive me for not offering any condolences. I have no desire to involve myself with complex emotions such as yours and Roman and Patton’s,” he stated, offering a hand to Virgil. He stared at it for a moment before taking it and standing up, wiping away more tears. Roman got up, too, as Patton slung a arm around his shoulder.
“Rende hamun tu!” Patton said, causing Roman to snort and L.O.G.I.C. to crack a smile.
“He said you’re his son now,” the robot translated. Virgil blanched, his face flushing shamefully. “You don’t have to come with us if you don’t want to…” L.O.G.I.C. said softly, tilting his head to the side.
To say he was conflicted would be an understatement. Heartstrings were being tugged at, old feelings of yearning to go on adventures being dug up and thrown about like confetti. Yet, he couldn’t leave. ...Could he? Could he leave Vae for dead, leave behind his home for the past two decades of his life, leave behind all he had left to remember of when the world was at one another’s throats, desperate to survive in a war-torn insanity? He felt his hands start shaking. He couldn’t leave. Vae was still out there. Until they found her body, she couldn’t be dead. But the little voice in his head told him different, told him to come to his senses and stop clinging like a child to all he held dear. He had nothing left here. Nobody left who loved him, no place that he could call home, no reason why he should stay.
He made his decision.
“Promise you won’t leave me behind,” he demanded, his fists clenching and shoulders tensing. L.O.G.I.C. seemed taken aback, but composed himself quickly.
“Of course,” he told Virgil softly, slightly confused at the request. “We would never leave you behind…” He trailed off, probably realizing that Virgil hadn’t given up his name yet. He wasn’t ready, though.
“Just... call me Anxiety. It’s an old nickname of mine,” he offered. L.O.G.I.C. blinked.
“Very well, Anxiety. I am to assume you have chosen to come with us?” Virgil nodded, biting his lip. He was really doing this… “Come along, then, the Sanders Yersinia is just a little ways away.” The travelers turned away from him, beginning to head back the way they came.
Virgil looked behind him. Looked at the town made of ruins and black snow and hate and fear and despair. Looked at the past that refused to leave him alone. He saw a glimpse of the base and the bell tower, where a tiny flicker of light continued to glow. He swallowed, turning around and joining his new companions. He was leaving this lonely planet, this heartbroken world, this desolate land, this disconsolate war. He wasn’t going to come back.
God, he hoped he was making the right decision.
I searched up way too many fashion terms to write this. Oh well.
Thank you for you kind words (*i feel so much validation* :DDDDD)! I really appreciate each and every one of them.
So I think all that’s left to get this story actually started is Cal joining the crew. Then we get the gOoD sHiT :)
Here’s the translation for what Roman was saying:
“Masae ioána tu an luüa, lavēhsea, agus tea tu rinda saänud ta. Waesa eayona rinda tä oppai-uoye-sinderūe, agus tu agus e taeyunge faero laehkona...”: I’ll sing you a sunset, darling, and gather you into my arms. Just let me look into your silver-lining-eyes, and you and I will dance across the sky.
“Sasha tu haao meh,” and “Sasha tu haao meh, lavehsea,”: You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay, darling.
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June 19 Blog
Super Metroid
History
Metroid was first introduced to us from developer Yoshio Sakamoto in 1986, this game was ahead of its time (possibly too far) with a non-linear approach to gameplay. With the capabilities of the system, environments felt very similar and it was soooo easy to get completely lost. With the lack of a map, I feel this game is practically unplayable, although at the time the concept was groundbreaking. The final twist revealed that the protagonist you have been playing has been a woman all along. This is one of many references to the movie Alien (which we will discuss further later). In 1992, Metroid 2 return of Samus was released for the Gameboy and is a continuation of the story, this time with Samus aiming to completely eradicate the Metroid species. I feel the game is a small improvement over the original and introduces elements and abilities that would become a mainstay for the series. The slightly more linear approach also helped with moving through the game. The focus of this blog is one of my favourite games of all time, Super Metroid, which took everything that had come before it and improved every aspect so far as to feel original.
In 1994, Super Metroid was released, yet somehow it completely slipped me by. I owned a Sega Megadrive and the idea of owning more than one console was a lot less prevalent (only for the real spoilt kids, haha). Luckily, a great friend of mine had a SNES and he had some great games, such as Donkey Kong Country, Mario All Stars, Killer Instinct, among many others, but even then, for some reason, Super Metroid completely bypassed us. Moving forward to more recently, I had just began to show an interest in collecting retro video games. I had bought myself a GBA and collected a few of the better games that I remembered. My brother leant me Metroid Fusion. I was hooked in an instant and it was completely not what I imagined. I was expecting a typical 'brutal' platform/action game, such as Contra or Castlevania and, at that time, those sort of games where too frustrating for me (my patients for brutal games has improved a lot over recent years). This was the first 'Metroidvania' I had ever experienced. Anyway, this lead me to Super Metroid, after a little look on the internet. I quickly purchased it on the Wii Virtual Console and loved every aspect of playing it. This game has really been the main influence for my obsession with retro game collecting and playing thus far. Also, it’s everywhere; it has releases on the original SNES, Wii, Wii U and 3ds virtual consoles and SNES Mini and you all owe it to yourselves to play this one for sure.
This game oozes atmosphere and has one rather obvious pop influence... Alien!! I mean, from the protagonist being female, to one of the bad guys being called Ridley (as in Ridley Scott), 'MOTHER' brain, Metroids attach to your face similar to face huggers, the Chozo statues are very reminiscent of the Space Jockey found in Alien, but the biggest is probably the way it makes you feel isolated.
Story
As soon as you select a new game, a creepy robotic voice comes in with 'The last Metroid is in captivity. The galaxy is at peace'. We then proceed to get caught up with the story up to this point from Metroid and Metroid 2 in the upgraded Super Metroid graphics. Samus then receives a distress signal from the research station that she had just left the final Metroid in. She rushes back to aid. In my opinion, this leads to one of the greatest intros to a videogame ever.
Intro
This this is the first time you hear the soundtrack; it’s not full of great songs that are going to be stuck in your head after playing, but it is fantastic. It’s like the most important character in this game: subtle, haunting brilliance. This entire soundtrack ooozes atmosphere - simple yet helps create the character or mood for each area. The first space station section is a brilliantly conceived tutorial stage, giving you the chance to learn the controls without completely taking you out of the experience by holding your hand. This scene is epic. You make your way to the lab, where you find that the chamber that was holding the last Metroid is broken and the scientists are dead on the ground. Moving to the next room, you find the last Metroid, but as you approach you see the eyes of Ridley in the darkness. He grabs the Metroid, attacks and escapes. The space station initiates an emergency self destruct and you have to make it back to your ship in time.
After this intro, Samus tracks Ripley to Zebes where the first game takes place and early parts take you back to areas from the first game for some nostalgic feels. This planet is where you spend the rest of the game.
Not mentioning any spoilers, but the ending set-piece of this game is worth every moment of the time it takes to complete.
The gameplay pretty much invents the Metroidvania genre as we see it today. Gradually open up the map, find jumps you can’t make/doors you can’t yet open, etc, upgrade yourself in order to become more powerful and make progress. I’ve always enjoyed these types of games for starting off so vulnerable but by the end of the game becoming some sort of game-breaking god. This game trusts you to learn as you play.
Being critical, I remember the Meridia stage nearly ruining this game for me, I was getting towards quitting altogether but, utilising a strategy guide, I made it through and now it doesn’t cause me any bother.
The repeat play in this game is out of this world and makes it great value for money. You could spend hours on end collecting every item and exploring every area with a fine tooth comb, and on the other end of the spectrum is speed running. Speed running creating limitless repeat play as you try to beat the game faster and faster, learning and utilising secret moves like wall jump and shine spark is essential in these speed runs and they can also make you able to access areas of the game in a different order, which feels amazing like you create your own path. A first ever run though of Super Metroid will take you about 7-8 hours but the world record speed run for the game is currently 40mins 56second. My personal best is about 2hours 45 mins
The legacy of Super Metroid can be felt ever since and up to this day with games such as Castlevania, Shadow Complex, Axiom Verge, Guacamelee, Cave Story, Xenodrifter and even loosely games such as the Batman Arkham series.
I hope you have enjoyed my latest blog on a game that I am now a huge fan of. It's definitely in my top ten and I hope this inspires you to give it a go. I certainly wish I had played this back in the day. Not to be missed. Anyway, thanks for reading and until next time. 🎮
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DOCTOR ANON-TFP autobots react to human wanting soft headbumps ;U;
D’aaawwwww! That’s so cute! ^___^
Optimus: You approach him playfully, asking forhim to lift you up in his hands. He doesso with a twinge of curiosity, bringing you up to optic level. “Yes, y/n. What can I do for you?” Yougently headbut him on the chin with an affectionate giggle. “Bomp!” His optics widen slightly and he looks down at you like you’re the most preciousthing in the universe. Very gently, hetouches his helm lightly against your forehead with a soft chuckle. “Well, ‘bomp’ to you as well.”
Ratchet: He gets all grumbly if you’re the one toinitiate the headbump. For heaven’ssakes! He’s a doctor. He doesn’t have time for your childishgames. Sometimes though, you’ll lightlyheadbut him on the leg, or wherever you can reach, just to show him youcare. He gives off a soft snort butotherwise doesn’t mention it. However,if you’re sick or feeling sad, he’ll tenderly scoop you up and bring you up tohis face to gently nuzzle your head (not that he’ll ever admit this to theothers though.)
Bumblebee: He’s so freaking tickled by the concept ofheadbuts. Whenever you give him one hegets all dancey and excited, little doorwings fluttering and vocalizer buzzing ecstatically. He thinks you’re the cutest thing on theentire planet! After the first one, he’salways looking for a chance to headbomp with you again. He’ll come up behind you when you’re notdoing anything and buzz happily, indicating his desire for affection (he’s likea little kitty.) If you’ll let him, he’lllift you up to his face to gently bonk heads, letting out a happy littlewhirling noise.
Arcee: “Bonk,” you say, butting your head againstthe side of Arcee’s leg as you pass by. She turns to you with an arched optic ridge, a wry smile pulling at thecorners of her lips. “Did you just ‘bonk’me?” “I might have. What are you going to do about it?” you askwith a playful grin. She smirks andreaches down to tickle you along your stomach, chuckling softly at your shrieksof laughter as you squirm. It’s a raremoment of playfulness from her, but then again, you bring out the best in her.
Bulkhead: This guy was made for headbomps. It’s your go-to sign of affection for eachother. Some people kiss on the cheek,some people are huggers, you guys are headbutters. Since you’re usually always on his shoulderanyway, it makes things easier when you get the sudden urge to bomp heads. He likes for you to headbump with him beforehe heads off on a mission, “for good luck” he says.
Wheeljack: While it’s not something that he’d normallyinitiate himself, he thinks it’s absolutely slagging adorable when you doit! “Come bomp with me, Jackie!” youshout, while motioning for him to pick you up. He’ll laugh and scoop you up to place on his shoulder, offering you anendearing bonk of the head. “Easy there,kid. You could hurt somebody with thatthing,” he rumbles with a smirk, “You got a real Wrecker style headbut.” You guys are bonk buddies.
Smokescreen: He’s a very outwardly affectionate guy, sothings like headbumps are right up his alley. The two of you make a game out of it, each one trying o see who can getin the most bomps in one day. Sometimesyou have to be sneaky about it. “Smokescreen,I think I have something in my eye. Canyou bend down and check it for me?” (Bonk!) Occasionally however, hisenthusiasm gets the better of him and he’ll bonk you just a bit too hard. He always feels like absolute scrap when ithappens, and will practically implode on himself if he actually made youcry. He’ll apologize by taking youanywhere you want to go later.
Ultra Magnus: You approach him very seriously, shouldersback, eyes up, legs straight. He glancesdown at you quizzically, wondering what prompted this unusual (yet welcome)change in behavior. “Sir!” you say,snapping a firm salute. “Permission tobomp with you, sir!” He can’t helpit. He cracks a soft smile at that. If there’s no one else around, he’ll let youclimb up on his hand and bring you to optic level. “You get one ‘bomp,” he says with the baresttrace of amusement in his voice.
#transformers headcanons#maccadam#tfp#transformers prime#Optimus Prime#Ratchet#Bumblebee#Arcee#Bulkhead#Wheeljack#Smokescreen#Ultra Magnus#somewhere in the depths of space Getaway is just like !!!!!!!!#so many bomps....#XD#doctor anon#the big conversation
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John D’oh is well known Bristol artist whose work is well known all over the country. He takes his inspiration from his love of film, anime, comics, and legends of urban art and adds a delicious mix of quirky humour. John is well known for his privacy – I am so chuffed to have got to write about him.
Bit of background and how you got into art.
As a young kid I was heavily influenced by Hip Hop and Graffiti/street art was part of that culture. Unfortunately or maybe fortunately I got sensible, settled down and got a responsible job and put my love of drawing on walls behind me. A few life changes (and quite a lot of years later) and a chance meeting with somebody from back in the day got me back into the scene.
My art has changed somewhat since then but I think my life experiences have added to it
Influences on your work
I am influenced by a lot of things, the news, film, anime, comics and the legends of street art and graffiti themselves.
I often work with recycled materials to create some of my more wacky 3D art as I am a bit of a hippy tree hugger and like to do my bit to save the planet and I was invited to go on the one show last year to build something for them out of recycled items but due to short notice and a family funeral I had to decline.
What was the best piece of advice that you were given when you were starting out?
It was by a well-known artist and he said “Wear a cap, CCTV cameras are all at height looking down.” Nowadays CCTV is everywhere so no quite that simple but it helps.
What have you been up to?
I have been lucky enough to have exhibited all over the world. But last year was my first ever solo show which I had in the Farm Pub St Werburgh’s. It rained solid for 3 days when it opened but still had a good turnout. I don’t really push the sale of my art but got offered the venue which previously hosted the likes of Sweet tooth and Rowdy so had to do it. Being just a street artist I learnt a lot from that experience but still more likely to stick to Street art over the gallery art, money is not a motivation factor for me and gallery art doesn’t give me the same buzz as painting on the streets.
These days most of galleries tend to do more group shows rather than show case individual artists but if the right venue contacted me I would be up for another solo show again but would want a bit of time to put something together as the last one was a little rushed.
I have taken part in many festivals and think I did 10 last year but looking to reduce them this year and possibly skip them next year altogether and concentrate on just Street art.
I have had loads of high points. I suppose this year so far I have enjoyed the skeletons I installed for Valentine’s Day which went down extremely well the general public and my political art that I recently painted in Exeter which the council jet washed within 24 hours. It is nice to have an impact and if people walk past my art without stopping, smiling, frowning or wanting to jet wash it then I consider I must have done something wrong.
High points? Just too many too mention
What is important to you about your art?
I try to make it humorous and it usually has a message or a point, also it has to be 100% me. Everything has to be produced by hand, no laser cut stencils which seem to be becoming increasingly popular and often denied.
Location is also key and sometimes as/ more important than the art. Often it is thinking how you are going to paint or install something and hopefully get away with it often in a busy high street packed with CCTV and possibly police. But the risk is part of the excitement.
Keeping my art affordable is really important to me and I am not out to make a quick buck .
I loved your work in the run up to the election can you tell me a bit more
Photo by Фото ART
Фото ART by John D’oh – VOTE Labour
Фото ART by John D’oh – VOTE Labour
Фото ART by John D’oh – VOTE Labour
I am just passionate, I paint from the heart. I did try and get a lot more fellow artists to take part in the political art but I really struggled. Some were afraid of loss of sales, some didn’t feel they knew enough about politics to paint something or to pick a side but in the end I found a few and together hopefully we made a bit of a difference. Good to see Banksy join in.
What is your process in creating a new piece of work?
Sometimes it’s just a location I spot first, but it’s normally something that features in the media, or randomly pops into my head. It is a then just a matter of producing an image, possibly text finding a location that suits.
Unfortunately I am not very good at photoshop so a lot of my images are cobbled together and hand/ drawn modified.
Where people can find you at Upfest?
Next to a lot better and more talented artists than myself…..south park
Can you tell me something about what you will be doing?
The weather forecast isn’t looking good, so probably just looking to get something up as quickly as possible with minimum effort this time as the piece is only going to be up a couple of days max.
Still not entirely sure what I will be painting, but lots of ideas in my head. Quite a big space for me this year So just looking at more coverage than detail this year.
What are you looking forward to about Upfest?
Meeting up with friends. The street art scene is fairly small and like one big happy family. I can count the number of people I don’t get along with on one hand and that isn’t for a lack of trying. Always nice to meet new people as the youth will continue to decorate the streets long after I have gone/put away my spray cans.
Whose work are you looking forward to seeing?
So many great artists and styles it’s hard to pick just one.
What have you got coming up for the rest of the year?
Got one more festival in Cheltenham I think in September, but plenty on. Things are really taking off for me and hopefully continue to paint outside of my home city but lots of projects in the pipeline. I don’t do too bad for a part time hobby artist but have to turn a lot of projects and opportunities down as my day job often gets in the way.
Hopefully going to produce a book shortly, maybe by the end of the year.
Upfest profile
See John D’oh ’s work at South Park
Upfest Saturday 29, Sunday 30 Monday 31 July 2017
Upfest Festival Map
Photo credit Vote labour by Фото ART
Upfest 2017 – John D’oh – An artist well known for his privacy and political passion John D'oh is well known Bristol artist whose work is well known all over the country. He takes his inspiration from his love of film, anime, comics, and legends of urban art and adds a delicious mix of quirky humour.
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