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corroded-hellfire · 2 years
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Hey, Neighbor - Eddie Munson x Mayfield!reader
Note: Hello, everyone! So I’ve had total writer’s block lately from my novel that I’m working on, so I thought what better time to write some Eddie! So this is just something I’ve come up with that might be the start of something longer if people like it?
Summary: Reader is Max’s sister and the Mayfield’s have just moved into the trailer across from Eddie.
[Part Two]
Word Count: 1k
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It was finally quiet. The only noise was the crickets chirping in the woods just beyond the trailer park. The blinding orange streaming down from the streetlight was luckily just out of your periphery vision. You inhale a lungful of the chilly autumn air and hug your knees closer to you on the front steps of your new home.
Home. It was a strange word now. Originally, home was a small house in a nice suburb in California with your mom, dad, and little sister. Then your dad disappeared from that equation. He didn’t move too far away, but the more time went on after the divorce, the less you saw of him. You thought it was hard adjusting to it just being you, your mom and Max. You didn’t know what a hard adjustment was until your mom met Neil. Neil alone, you could have dealt with. But Billy? A nightmare that was still around when you woke up. Nightmares of Billy now morphed into the large, imposing creature plunging its appendages into him. The sound, sight, and smell still stayed with you. Sometimes you’d wake, scrambling in your sheets as if you were trying to escape. Or help Billy. Probably the former though, and the thought made you feel guilty at times. You could tell Max had these feelings as well and though she wouldn’t talk about them with you, you made sure she knew she could come to you at any time with anything.
Max and your mom were finally asleep inside. You needed some time to yourself after the hectic move-in day. You appreciated everyone who came to help. Lucas and Dustin seeing who could carry the heaviest box into the house. Mike and Steve bickering as they tried to maneuver the kitchen table through the thin front door. Robin pulling you aside to laugh as Steve and Dustin argued over who was a bigger help. It meant a lot that Max – and through her, you – had such great friends who were there for you all.
“Hey.”
You look up and see a figure silhouetted in the porch light from the trailer across from yours. Eddie Munson. Robin had pointed out that the leader of the Hellfire Club lived there, exciting Dustin by reminding him that there was actually a club for D&D when they started high school next week. You hadn’t officially met Eddie but after being at Hawkins High for the last year, you’d learned who he was. And that he wasn’t the most well-liked by most people. But most people were assholes, anyway.
“Hey,” you say back.
He takes a few steps closer to you and you see him clearer. Hands tucked into his leather jacket, frizzy curls falling over his shoulder as he tilts his head to the side.
“Mayfield, right?” he asks.
“Yep,” you answer. “Y/N.”
“Munson,” he says.
“Eddie,” you reply.
“Well, look at that. Came to introduce myself to the new neighbor only to find out she already knows who I am.”
“What can I say? You’re legendary,” you say with a smirk.
He chuckles and takes another step towards you.
“So, what do you think of your lovely new slice of Heaven?” Eddie asks, gesturing to the trailer park around you.
“A dream come true,” you say.
Eddie smiles and you feel your stomach drop to your feet. Was someone else’s smile supposed to make you feel dizzy? Properly meeting Eddie for the first time, it was also the first time you were noticing how beautiful he was.
He takes a few more steps and leans against the railing of your front steps.
“You a senior?” he asks. You nod in confirmation, unsure you’d be able to speak coherently at the moment. “Me too. Third time’s a charm, right?” He takes a breath and looks around before his gaze settles back on you. “You ever play D&D?”
You smile, automatically thinking of the new young members of Hellfire Club that he has yet to meet.
“I don’t. But my little sister’s boyfriend and friends do. I’m pretty sure they’ll be signing up for Hellfire on the first day of school.”
“Good to know,” he says. “We need the next generation. I’m honestly surprised you know what Hellfire is, though.” He gives you another smile that knocks out any sense you’ve regained since he last smiled at you. “You seem too cool for that kind of stuff.”
“Cool? I don’t think so. The people who are considered cool aren’t all great, anyway. Jason? Basketball player? Ass.”
“Oh, I definitely agree with you. Aren’t you friends with Harrington, though?” Eddie asks.
Was there an edge there in his voice? Was he judging you? Or maybe…jealous? Nope. You shut that thought down right away. Wishful thinking, that’s all.
“Steve? Yeah. He’s a good guy, though. I’ve learned that wasn’t always the case, but people change.” You shrug.
“I suppose they do,” Eddie says. He doesn’t sound convinced, though.
“Y/N?” you hear your mom call from inside. You groan and drop your head forward. You go to stand, and Eddie extends his hand to you, offering to help you. The heat in your face blooms and you’re glad it’s dark out so he can’t see it. You try to keep your hand from shaking as you slide yours into his. He helps you up and bows his head.
“I suppose I’ll see you around. And if not, then at school next week,” he says.
“I guess so,” you say. “Goodnight, Eddie.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
He offers you one last smile and you almost trip as you step inside the trailer. You close the door and lean your back against it as your mom comes out of the hallway, tying her robe over her nightgown.
“Why were you outside?” she asks.
“Just getting some fresh air. Meeting the neighbor,” you say.
Your mom wrinkles her nose and puts her hands on her hips. “The Munson boy? I’ve heard he’s trouble.”
“From who, Mom?” you ask as you roll your eyes.
“Hawkins is small. People talk,” she says.
“People are often wrong,” you say. You move past her and head towards your room. Max’s light snores come from the room across from yours.
“Just be careful,” your mom says. She leans against your doorframe as you shrug into your pajamas. “The last thing we need is more trouble around here.”
You laugh to yourself as your mom heads back to her room. If only she’d known half of what you and Max had already been though in this town.
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brickme · 8 months
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hi brickme! Not sure if you've mentioned this elsewhere before, but what if any constructive criticism do you have of shojobeat? You're very knowledgeable and it's be interesting to see your perspective/points !
(Personally I think the variety of licenses, color pages thing and extras in volumes is huge for me - not sure if they have anything to do with this last pt tho)
but what about yourself?
sorry if you've talked about this before!
Hello! Sorry this reply is coming so late, I suspect you might have totally forgotten you even sent it... I'm looking through my inbox for the first time in a while trying to reply to anything that looks reply-able (in the sense that I have enough brain power to process a semi-coherent answer).
My criticism of Shojo Beat is two-fold: my general criticism of Viz extending to Shojo Beat, and a more petty dislike for how Shojo Beat has communicated to its fans in the past, chiefly here on tumblr and on twitter.
While I respect Viz for a lot of things, and will stand by my opinion that it is the best publisher of manga in existence in the US, I also habor a lot of ill will towards how... limited its licinsing is. I'm pretty sure I've complained about this before, but basically they could do so much for manga publishing but they choose not to. Just off the top of my head, prominent and historically important shojo artists that Shojo Beat/Viz could license easily: Ichijo Yukari. Yamagishi Ryoko. Oshima Yumiko. Yamato Waki. Ikeda Riyoko. Kuramochi Fusako. Ikuemi Ryo. Tsumugi Taku. Mizuno Hideko. Yashiro Masako. Maki Miyako. And an endless list of shojo artists who are important to the history of the manga medium. Many of these artists might not turn a profit in English, granted, but I genuinely believe that publishers have a social obligation to make historically and culturally significant works of art available for the public. I think Viz/Shojo Beat fail in this obligation utterly.
Their social media was (is? I don't look at it anymore) so utterly condescending and snotty towards fans, omg? This is related to the above point, but when fans request especially older and more obscure titles the only response they give is a snotty "well then maybe you should spend money on what we already publish, if it makes money we might consider publishing more like it~" and I'm like true, we are living in a capitalist society, but that answer is basically bullshit because Shojo Beat has never shown any indication of being interested in publishing anything that falls outside of its very, very narrow niche. So if I buy all volumes of Vampire Knight you'll publish Tokimeki Tonight? lol fat chance, I do not believe that for a single minute. So their social media honestly pisses me off!
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strwberri-milk · 2 years
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Baizhu, Dainsleif and enjou (seperately ) x reader where they go on a date but have to save the reader from danger ? Or reader surprised them by being a badass and gets a vision of their element ? Fluff plz
a/n - i'm honestly in love with this trope its totally ejfaofawef let me save my favourite boy. also i just realised how emo dainsleif's starts i promise nothing bad happens. also also i wrote this close to midnight all at once and it feels pretty coherant but if it isnt uhh sorry aeowafwaiof
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Dainsleif is a protector at his core.
As the failed protector of Khaenri'ah he struggles on a daily basis to come to terms that he's a survivor. Those he led under his hand died eons ago and the weight of their lives sits on his shoulders.
Of course, this will to protect extends to you.
So, when you ask him out on a simple date he's still wary. He'll never fully relax, instead choosing to focus just a little less on his surroundings so he can give that attention to you.
The second something feels out of place Dainsleif is surprised because he's a second too late.
Something comes flying at you both and he can only think to grab you roughly, reaching out and staring at his empty hand in confusion and panic.
You're gone and he braces for impact but nothing happens.
Instead, a complex web made of purely elemental energy surrounds him. He blinks a few times and hears you walking up from behind him, an easy smile on your face.
"Where did you go?" is his first question for you, brows furrowed in confusion when you present to him some sort of dagger.
"I felt something coming towards us from my direction and had t push myself out of the way to buy a couple of seconds. The force blew back the dagger someone threw at us and I didn't feel a second approaching but just in case I made this little thing."
The web glows in the light of the sun and it looks beautiful. Sure, it's a strange thing for him to notice when your lives were both almost threatened just a minute ago but you've been an anomaly to him ever since he's met you. This falls perfectly in line with that.
"I didn't know you could even do that." You shrug in response to his words.
"I haven't had a reason to show you. Of course I don't want our dates to end in battles for our lives," you laugh easily, making him smile softly.
"Next time let me help you out."
The playful smirk on your face takes him aback as you wink.
"Let me take care of you, okay?"
Dainsleif decides he will, shaking his head slightly as you lead him to the perpetrator for a much fairer rematch.
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Enjou didn't mind getting you both into slightly sticky situations.
It's just his nature to mess around a little, figure out what he can and can't do, what kind of things might get him in trouble.
Just because you were in his life now it didn't mean that was going to interrupt his carefree way of doing things.
After all, he truly does believe that the ends justify the means, whatever those means may be.
He's become just a little bit more careful if you're with him, choosing not to actually actively do something that he knows could kill you. He'll save that for himself - after all, he can take it no problem.
It does also mean that he's fully ready and aware of the consequences of his actions, willing to deal with them however it is that he may have to.
"And what do we have here? Are you trying to show off or something?" The gravelly voice out of sight from you that's typical of an Abyss Lector would normally terrify anyone, especially someone in your position right now.
You somehow got separated from your lover, getting distracted by a flower you decided you just had to get for him even if he wasn't the biggest fan of such trivial little things. He still took them if it was from you.
Now, you were staring down an incredibly cocky-looking member of the Fatui who seemed to not want to let up on your identity. Unsurprisingly, Enjou seemed to have taken you to a spot that was considered off-limits and a Fatuus hotspot.
The Electrohammer Vanguard raised his arm, ready to slam down on you despite the voice of a Lector behind him. You knew you had nothing to worry about, your thoughts proven when the hammer is broken with a swing from Enjou's hand, his Lector form finally scaring off the Fatui member when he turned to face your partner. When he leaves you hear Enjou sigh, shaking his head slightly as he changes back to his human form.
"It's clear that I must keep a better eye on you," he says good-naturedly, not minding in the least.
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Baizhu's not necessarily a fighter by any means.
He's never really had to but he's confident that he could take on a person or two with his skills successfully.
Or at the very least he could lead them to a death via poison. A little less detectable, and much less messy. But very inconvenient, especially right now.
Thankfully he's able to stay calm and clear-headed even as the Treasure Hoarders try to bully the two of you out of the few possessions you've brought with you for the picnic the two of you were planning.
He's sure that if he's able to speak to them a little more he'll be able to get the two of you out of this situation, about to speak more and begin with thinly veiled threats when you simply just rear back and punch one in the face. Hard.
The other is about to fight back but you don't give them a chance when you kick them down, the two of them effectively knocked out with just the two blows.
"I must say that was most certainly not on my list of thing to expect from you," he says with a bit of a laugh.
After the whole predicament the two of you headed back over to Bubu Pharmacy, Baizhu wanting to check you over for any surprise wounds you may have sustained.
"They were threatening us. Of course I'd have to do something," you huff, obliging when he wordlessly gestures for you to move your hand or foot in a specific manner.
"At the very least I didn't want to give them the..." Comedically you begin to rifle through your pockets with a free hand and proudly present the few coins you have.
"Two mora? If they got that then all hell would break loose wouldn't it?" he laughs with you, the two of you able to make the most out of a situation that could have ended much worse.
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chayscribbles · 1 year
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chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ february 2023
☆ STATISTICS.
words written: 11 606
projects worked on: Andromeda Rogue; The Gemini Heist; and a Third, Secret WIP
proudest accomplishment: i'm about halfway through with AR1 draft 2! and i finished like, a bunch of drawings
books read: Architects of Memory by Karen Osborne; All Systems Red (Murderbot Diaries #1) by Martha Wells;
☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.
why do i feel like i wrote a lot less than i actually did. like i looked at my total and thought "now that can't be right... there's no way i wrote that much."
things are going better for some wips (AR) than they are for others (GH) so maybe my head is cancelling it out lol.
reading comments: Architects of Memory was basically "a corporate war over alien weapons featuring messy sapphics in space" and i liked it but it wasn't quite a coup de coeur, 4/5 stars. All Systems Red was an absolute delight, 5/5 stars, will be reading the rest of the series once my holds on Libby come through.
(also i started reading Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo this past weekend, and i blame it + it's precursor Ninth House for putting me in the mood to work on Third Secret WIP lately, as Ninth House is partially responsible for the genre shift in Third Secret WIP.)
more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.
☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE (draft 2)
i'm about halfway through this draft! i've passed 40k this month!
things are going super well. when i have the magical combo of time and energy and motivation to write i can get through scenes pretty easily, now that i don't have to worry about overall plot as much. plus i get to add little things here and there to beef it up.
i've mostly worked on the second act this month, which is where the team really starts going through things together.
there's one particular Azami chapter right before the midpoint that's a monster of lore-dropping. i had to rework it several times as i had an entire page of editing notes to make sure everything is coherent... and i'm still not entirely sure i've gotten it right 😭
☆ COMMENTS: THE GEMINI HEIST (outlining / draft 0.5)
not much to say about this one. didn't work on it as much. the plot for this wip continues to frustrate me. i'll find myself coming up with little ideas for the characters and the world... but when i try to sit down and come up with actual scenes and plot, my brain turns to soup.
☆ COMMENTS: THIRD, SECRET WIP
this wip is consuming me. devouring me with its teeth. i'm surprised to find i may actually have a plot. turns out letting it hibernate for 3 years and tweaking with the genre has done some good.
i might cave and post an intro in the next month. stay tuned...
☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.
this is from the like, one scene i wrote for gemini heist this month. i just think it's funny. for context, Leo and Gabi are trying to get access to some archives in a university library, and are posing as students.
As [Leo and the archivist] talked, Gabi slipped her hand into the pocket of her ridiculous jacket. Her fingers closed around a small round device. She glanced around. While Leo was doing a great job at keeping the archivist distracted, the commotion had caught the attention of nearly everyone in the room.
Just be normal, she told herself. She inched her hand out of her pocket.
“Which archives exactly do you need access to?” [the archivist] asked.
“Art of the early Viheldan Empiric era,” Leo said. “My paper is on the Gemini statuettes.”
“Ah, that might be why. You need a special authorization form from a professor or another faculty member to access those.”
Leo pouted. “But my professor said he got access for me!”
“Perhaps you can message him—”
“Ugh— can’t you just call him right now and ask? I don’t have time for this.”
“Alright. I’ll give him a call.”
Shit. Gabi wasn’t ready. She fumbled to take out the device, concealing it as best as she could in the palm of her hand. All she needed was to place it on the archivist’s computer terminal without him seeing a thing before he made that call.
The archivist’s fingers hovered over the screen for a second before pressing an icon at the bottom. With a starburst motion of his hand, he expanded a search window and began typing in the name of the professor. Panicking, Gabi slammed the device in her hand onto the side of the terminal.
The already quiet room went completely silent. All eyes turned towards her. The archivist’s were wide and stunned. Leo’s were sharp and furious.
“I, uh,” Gabi sputtered, awkwardly keeping her hand glued to the terminal. The device whirred to life, vibrating softly under her palm. “I-I thought I saw a bug.”
☆ TAGLISTS. let me know if you want to be added/removed to any of them.
general taglist:
@nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @retrogayyde @quilloftheclouds @ashen-crest @writeblrfantasy @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @extra-magichours @avi-why @lefttigerobservation @chazzawrites @bardolatrycore @innocentlymacabre
andromeda trilogy taglist:
@bebewrites @nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @retrogayyde @akindofmagictoo @quilloftheclouds @nora-theteawriter @ashen-crest @corpsepng @writeblrfantasy @toboldlywrite @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @cheerfulmelancholies @extra-magichours @writeouswriter @cilly-the-writer @lefttigerobservation @rose-bookblood @drowsy-quill @chazzawrites @cynic-and-chief @enchanted-lightning-aes @aesa
gemini heist taglist:
@florraisons @akindofmagictoo @cream-and-tea @nicola-writes @memento-morri-writes @antique-symbolism @rose-bookblood @afoolandathief @pepperdee @avi-why @zonnemaagd @chazzawrites @analogued @enchanted-lightning-aes @innocentlymacabre @kahvilahuhut @celestepens @cilly-the-writer @extra-magichours @retrogayyde
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mamaangiwine · 9 months
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Hi, it's me again, i have another dream i thought you'd find cool! If you don't want to interpret it because you've done one for me before it's totally fine! Its just so wild i wanted to share.
I was God, or a God, and i came down to Earth. When i looked at Earth and it's people i didn't see a blue planet, i saw a giant room shaped like a cube filled with randomly placed, basically shaped, columns and platforms which people stood on. People looked like people, but they also looked like simplified shapes. It felt like i was looking at code when i looked at the world and people. I placed myself in an upper middle platform in the bottom left of the cube with some people, and when i did i became more human. I held onto a piller and looked over the edge and said something like "wow thats a scary drop" to which someone behind me responded "yup, I'd hate to be pushed of that ledge" i turned towards him and said "now that you said something im worried!" And we laughed, like a big laugh, and i physically felt my real body giggling and smiling in my sleep. Thats when i realized i was in some weird half asleep half awake stage. I could move and feel my real body but i was dreaming. At somepoint i ate some food that tasted SO good i swore it was real. Then i realized i had powers. Powers like whatever i wanted to happen, happened. Snaping away something in the blink of an eye, moving something with my mind, ect. So i decided to help everyone i could. With my powers i protected and saved people from evil forces. One guy had some evil thing in him and tried running right at me but i froze him in time and exercised the thing inside him. With every interaction i make, i made a joke and made myself laugh in the dream and irl. I was GENUINELY funny but don't remember what i said. Eventually these Spanish speaking people spoke to me and i actually understood them! They said something like "death is coming" i said "don't worry, buenos noches". Then a much bigger evil force started taking over Cube Earth, so i did my best to evacuate people. Thats all i remember of that phase. Next i was looking at tapestries, but they represented human souls, and changed everytime i looked at them even though it was the same soul. Looking at the tapestries gave me such understanding and clairty of that person, i knew them like i knew themselves. I think i was guiding them to the afterlife and said things like "i understand, i know you did your best, its okay" and i woke up all the way.
It may be fair to mention, right before falling asleep i was contemplating the afterlife, and my insomnia meds didn't work for a while so I've been up all night and waking up early so im pretty sleep deprived which might be the cause of the vivid dreams I've had lately. The night before was also a strange dream. One thing they both had in common was they were very vivid and actually very coherent and not just a bunch of random stuff.
Anyways, do whatever you want with this info, hope you have a great day!
Heya,
So, yes. This is very, very cool. The theme of "change" is very present here.
I get this too sometimes, especially if I'm having fitful sleep, lol. Anywho- oof. There are definitely some symbols that I think I would not be able to fit into the space of a single tumblr post.
Like, you know, the whole "God" thing. Too much, dude. Too much, lol.
Anywho, I think it's interesting that you said Earth didn't look like 'Earth' but rather a cube/room. Cubes have four corners. Four, in western occultism, is considered a perfect number because it is the number two repeated. It is a solid number of solid foundation. It also represents knowledge and so it makes sense to me that you would have this sensation of looking at things as though they were data. Four is also the number of the elements, and I find it interesting that you found yourself in the lower left corner because, at least in my rituals, that is the corner in which the element of 'earth' resides.
This makes me wonder if you currently feel as though you are growing more knowledgeable in terms of spirituality, or perhaps you're getting better at navigating your own life- the mechanations of your own "world". That right now you have a good foundation, or if you're on the cusp of that kind of experience.
With that in mind, I feel like the "I'd hate to be pushed off that ledge" then acts as a congratulations, and a gentle warning. This, paired with the element of "earth", makes me feel as though you are/have been approaching this knowledge, and stage of your life, in a very grounded manner. Aware of the "fall" if you are to get ahead of yourself, and careful not to stretch yourself too thin (as seen when we compare the exorcism of one man, in comparison to saving the world from destruction- in the first you are capable of the whole of the task at hand, while in the second you focus on doing what you can).
Regardless, however. There will be a change ("death is coming") and this moment will have to pass into the next, as seen in the ultimate destruction of the world itself. As symbolized by the evacuation, you must take what you can in this "world" and go forward into the next "world". To the next moment. Remain grounded. Remember that, no matter how careful you are, eventually you must fall, and that all things end.
Moving onto the soul aspect of all of this- a tapestry is cloth woven to tell a complex story, but yeah, even that can't capture the complexities of the human soul. It's too stagnant. It would have to change. I particularly like that you are so affirming to these souls that you are directing into the afterlife. For me, it feels like you are capable of taking on that change with an air of understanding and humor, as seen initially with you laughing about falling in the beginning. Knowing that things can't stay the same, that energies must be redirected without negating the beauty of what has already transpired. That the tapestry must shift.
Thanks for sharing this, friend. I know it's been a minute and I really appreciate that you thought of sharing this with me.
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veliseraptor · 1 year
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@rynfinity replied to your post “do you have any vegasporsche thoughts? 💖”:
it does appear that vegas’ interactions with porsche are at least a little more genuine than even his “happy” interactions with tawan, too, and that doesn’t appear to be fully explained by “he had to work harder at it since porsche was less gullible than tawan”
​woooo replying to replies late because I forgot I meant to do it earlier
I totally agree with this! Vegas seems to be...very much performing with Tawan, to an almost exaggerated extent that has a lot of the, like, trappings of a relationship (romance! devotion! rings and promises of marriage!) and when that drops while it might be because he's just run out of patience the degree to which he seems almost...repulsed by Tawan in the warehouse is definitely remarkable.
maybe it's just a matter of perspective - by the time we see them interacting we already know things have gone south - but it does compel comparisons to the way Vegas behaves around other people, and I'm definitely not a person who thinks that Vegas is being totally disingenuous every time he's nice to Porsche. I think there is definitely genuine attraction, there, and I think Vegas does like Porsche as a person and find him fun to be around. that just doesn't, and never does, outweigh the fact that Porsche is positioned squarely on Kinn's side of things and won't budge.
I don't disagree with the premise that Vegas likes Porsche, or that they could be friends in different circumstances; I think what I was getting at in this response is that I don't necessarily feel like the way the show itself presents their relationship is, in its totality, completely coherent to me.
and as I'm writing this response I'm like "but maybe that's not true, actually, and it fits together in light of Vegas being pulled back and forth between genuine affection for Porsche, kicked off by ulterior motives, counterbalanced by his underlying goals and loathing of Kinn, that really only starts to break when he starts attaching to Pete." so I don't know. like I said, I'm still chewing on it.
there's also something potentially compelling to me about Vegas not entirely knowing how much of his relationship to Porsche is pretense and how much is genuine on his own part, because Vegas is so used to performing pretense in all his relationships that it's hard to parse the difference. I'm always interested in dynamics where there's that...grey line, where it's not a clear delineation between "I'm solely using you for my own ends" and "this is a real emotion" and sometimes there isn't a delineation at all.
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Today’s mix:
Back to Mine by Danny Tenaglia 1999 Deep House / Downtempo
Well, this was definitely quite something. New York's Danny Tenaglia is chiefly known as a consummate conqueror of the packed house dancefloor, but here, with this third installment in the DMC label's popular Back to Mine series from '99, the DJ delivers a compilation that's wholly unorthodox.
Back to Mine is known for presenting mixes that are of a chillout nature, but this is actually barely a DJ mix or a chillout release. It's basically a jumbled up mess of songs, from the 60s through late 90s, that express Tenaglia's very own eclectic taste in music as it extends past the nightclub.
Guardian Critic Alex Petridis tries to gussy up this CD in the liner notes, showering it with ebullient praise by describing it as both slinky and seamless, but this feels pretty charitable on his part, because there's almost no cohesion between any of these selections and the transitions are almost nonexistent; a carefully crafted DJ mix this most certainly is not.
But that's okay, really, as long as you understand what this release actually is, which is a seemingly random scattershot of some of Danny's personal favorites.
Now, the heading in this post might feel a little bit misleading, because I've only classed this "mix" as being both deep house and downtempo, when in actuality, it's a bit more than that. But when I decide what genres to include in those headings, I only list the genres that have at least two songs to them, unless the release is too short or eclectic to do that, in which case, I list every genre that appears on the release, which is a pretty rare occurrence anyway.
So, while this CD has a few deep house and a couple downtempo cuts on it, it also has some vocal breakbeat-chill from Yello—evidently, that quirky electronic duo from Switzerland that gave us hits in the 80s like "Oh Yeah" from the Ferris Bueller soundtrack and "Bostich" still had plenty left to contribute in the late 90s—delightfully classy mid-90s acid jazz from UK group Outside, an innovative late 90s funky microhouse cut from Isolée, soulful mid-90s garage house from New Jersey's Kimara Lovelace, the second biggest hit of Ce Ce Peniston's career in her 1992 dancy R&B bop, "Keep On Walkin," a late 70s disco-funk classic from Roy Ayers, a mid-90s edit of the debut soul single from Oleta Adams, and a nice and fun piece of bossa from Sérgio Mendes & Brasil '66.
*panting*
See what I mean? A totally discombobulated smorgasbord of music here; like throwing a long playlist of your favorites on shuffle and plucking out the first 74 minutes and then putting some rudimentary effects on it.
So, there's some really wonderful music on this album that spans a bunch of different genres and decades, but don't expect any of it to sequentially make much sense, because there doesn't appear to be any kind of thoughtful narrative here; it's just a bunch of songs that Danny Tenaglia's a personal fan of, from obscure to popular. All in all, it's worth listening to because the songs are good, but if you think you're getting a different type of Danny Tenaglia set here, you're not. because you’re not getting a set at all. He even admits it himself in the CD booklet, but back in '99, you'd only learn that fact after removing the plastic-wrap from the jewel case, which presumably happens only after you've purchased the CD itself 😉. And given that the previous volume in this series from Dave Seaman was an actual chillout DJ mix, from a guy who's not known for chillout mixes, I can see how a bunch of people would end up with buyer's remorse from this release, because of its lack of coherence.
But it's still ultimately a good time once you come to understand it for what it is!
Listen to the full mix here.
Highlights:
Yello - "To the Sea (Original Mix)" Danny Tenaglia - "Loft in Paradise" Outside - "The Plan/Minty" Isolée - "Beau Mot Plage" Bang the Party - "Bang Bang You're Mine (Full Vocal Remix)" Kimara Lovelace - "Only You" Ce Ce Peniston - "Keep On Walkin'" Roy Ayers - "Running Away" Oleta Adams - "Rhythm of Life (Heavenly Edit)" Crescendo - "Cairo (Duke Monster Mix)" Sérgio Mendes & Brasil '66 - "One Note Samba/Spanish Flea"
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Tag this as spoilers if u want?
The last ask was about Sita ramam (i found Hindi mai on a pirated site sjdhdjdj) if not clear why i specifically am losing shit in ur asks cos YOU made me watch it (i hate and love u for that) and only YOU will understand my condition..... My keyboard was literally blur cos of all the tears but i had to scream somewhere rn so idk what the hell i was typing
Just took a breathing break and came back here to say WHAT THE HELLLLLL WAS THATTTTTTTT I'm lacking coherent thoughts and also am sleepy so idk what I'm saying but really that was the most painfully beautiful thing I've seen in a while istg ive not actually watched a Indian film in a while that has shook me to core i think? So yeah glad this movie brought back to what was missing like the era, the music, their chemistry, the subtle intimacy, THE LETTERS⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ and most importantly the symbolism especially in this scene WITH HANDS SKDHDKSHDKFKDK
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Strangers...of diff castes....holding hands....fire around.....like ram is saving seeta in burning ravans lanka??????? (Atleast that came to my mind)
But really how selfless Ram's shown has no limits in terms of his love for Sita,his country,people of rival country SO LIKE HE DESERVED SITAS LOVE IN HIS LIFE WHY HE HAD TO EXPERIENCE IT FOR A SHORT WHILE :((((((( I get it now why you are this obsessed I'd have never watched it if it wasn't for u cos i hardly watch any Bollywood films these days so THANKYOU ILY also this movie kind of reminds me of Ghajini and Veer Zara both and those are one of my top fav of all time and this is definitely going in that list so!!!!!! this got long i might sound insane I'm sorry i gtg sleep we'll talk tomorrow byeeeee
SHREYAAAAAA IM SCREAMING LITERALLY IN TEARS 😭😭😭😭 i love u sooo much the way u watched the movie bc of me.. i sob <3 but also I TOTALLY AGREE WITH EVERYTHING YOU SAID!!!!like lately most of the movies i watched lacked that it factor that leaves u miserable for days once u exit the theaters and like dude i watched this movie before rakhi so like its been a while since ive seen this and like with every rewatch i get more more attached with this movie, the storyline, the characters and the oh so beautiful and heavenly soundtrack like god there hasn't been a single day where i haven't had thoughts abt this movie sfhdjd its literally been more than a month I NEED HELP 😭😭 but gosh the letters. the hands EVERYTHING UGH BRO THE HANDS THE HANDS literally this scene ..... they literally did this for us <3 so that we can forever cry about this sbfjdbd n the one that i have as my header makes me feel so many emotions like i can't even weave them into proper sentences but gosh this movie wasn't just a regular movie it was an EXPERIENCE an emotion if u will and like im so glad we got to experience it !!!!! ALSO YES RAM MY MAN DESERVED BETTER I WILL RIOT FOR REAL‼️‼️ this man ...... i swear i haven't seen a more selfless and dedicated human than him like even during his last moments he didnt once look back and regret not giving in to the offer to betray his country just so he could go back to her but they literally deserved more time together they deserved a happy ending WE DESERVED ONE im so mad about it like why FUCJING why did u have to hang him they couldve literally just let him rot inside the jail and like released him at the end or something like i know i know how the ending makes their story significant and all but I DONT CARE!!!!!! no happy ending??? in this economy??? you've got be kidding me . also i know i said that i rewatched it multiple times but i have only seen the ending twice bc i physically can't handle watching the fate tore them apart with absolutely no mercy like sita is so strong man like i couldn't have just lived my life like that knowing my other half is probably dead or even worst rotting away in a jail ............ gosh . ANYWAYS ANYWAYS im so happy that i can finally talk to u about this like im on cloud 9 heheheh ily ily and no no u don't sound insane to me at least lmao 😭😭
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thesixthcavalier · 2 years
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[Spoilers] Harrow's Soup [Spoilers]
I desperately needed to talk openly and unadorned about the soup Harrow makes, specifically about my own personal experience getting to that scene. I'll start by saying the scene on its own is amazing, the buildup of G1deon hunting Harrow repeatedly, seemingly for no reason at all, the way the narrative really helps you feel Harrow's growing paranoia and her fuzzing brain from lack of sleep, and then the way the action starts on the turn of a page, everything happening explosively in that simple flip of paper really captures the scene.
But I also wanted to talk personally about the fact that I came to Harrow late. I picked up GtN pretty early but read it at a time when I was super overwhelmed and so I didn't understand it very well and ended up putting off getting Harrow for a while. It was only as people started getting excited over Nona and I saw more and more talk of this series that I remembered the books and dove back in for a reread of Gideon followed immediately by reading Harrow.
Now the end result of all this is that I saw lots of references and memes, but stayed clear of spoilers, before I actually read Harrow. So for the longest time I was waiting to see Harrow's soup. In my mind I was expecting something totally banal, Harrow finding some kind of peace and passion in cooking and learning to make something that blows everyone away because it's actually good. Even as we approached that scene and Harrow had thus far shown no interest in even the blandest of flavors, I was convinced Harrow was going to just make a really good soup and somehow that was going to solve her problems.
So when Harrow then reveals that she made the soup with her own marrow, and thusly used that to explode skeletons out of G1deon, it was shocking, exciting, and kind of a riot, and it made me love that scene even more than I think I might have otherwise. This post has little value and I'm sorry you read it. I made this entire blog to scream into the void, not to actually be coherent, so my deepest apologies if you are, for some reason, watching this with interest, but I needed to ramble about this because I love it so.
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dyst0p14-n · 1 month
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I don't really know who I am yet.
Ever since I learnt to string together coherent sentences, I've always liked writing like these little introduction entries. Whether it be in a new notebook, online, or even in my stories, I love being able to talk about myself. I used to think I was egotistical, so I just kept these entries to myself, but I've grown to realise it's less of a "I love myself to bits" thing, and more of a "catching up with myself every once in a while" thing. I think it's important to check in on yourself every once in a while. You know, to keep yourself to totally losing your mind and ending up in a psych ward. I mean, I'll end up in a psych ward regardless. What I'm trying to get at is hi, welcome to my little online diary. Fair word of warning, I have a lot of issues and I've seen literal porn on this website, so I'm not exactly worried about my posts being taken down if I talk about actively cvtting myself (I'll like censor my words just to be safe). Trigger warning for every single trigger under the sun: svicide, self h4rm, eating "this order", mommy and daddy issues, substance abuse, just to name a fun few. Obviously, my whole life doesn't revolve around that stuff (it absolutely does, I'm just gaslighting myself), so it's not like all my entries will be like a suicide letter or something. I might post it in the future though, so look forward to that!
ANYWAY, hi. I'm Amelia (people also call me Jemma if they're feeling funky), I'm 16 as of the 31st of March, and I'll be treating this as my diary. Basically decided on making this on a whim, so I have no clue whether I'll be writing here every day, or just once in a blue moon, time will tell. Honestly, I made this account to commemorate me surviving this long. I never imagied I'd make it to 16, and yet here we are. I didn't plan on making it this far, and I really don't have any plans on what to do with myself. I'm kinda at a loss. Before, it's just been a countdown to the day my candle goes out. Now, I wake up confused. What am I doing here? What is there for me? Is there anything for me out there? Everyday is a question. A question to which the answere is unclear, but I can make an educated guess that it's either drugs, money or death. Maybe it all of the above.
I guess theres a few things I like to do. I'll get into detail in a later entry if I feel like it. It's getting pretty late.
I draw sometimes. I used to only do digital art, but I lost my apple pencil and have been too embarrased to tell my mam, so i just switched to permenant pencil drawings. I actually prefer it. I used to hate it because I was really bad at anatomy and using a digital drawing program let me rearrange the limbs as I so pleased. I can't do that on paper,it forces me to practice and get better. And I have. I understand muscle structure a lot better. Perspective, and all that jazz. I also bought a watercolour set recently, so I've been messing around with that. It's pretty fun!
I also write stories. A lot of them. I'm actually in the process of writing the pilot episode for one of my projects; It's called "All-in". Its about this snobby rich girl who is running an illegal underground gambling ring meets depressed traumatised orphan boy who's part of a gang that is trying to take down the mafia and is constantly on someone’s kill list, he accidentally drags her into his business after his brother is kidnapped and the mafia thinks shes affiliated with him and she is now on the kill list as well. He is under the impression that she doesn’t want anything to do with any of this, not knowing she has a criminal record of her own. It's a whole thing, I won't bore myself by explaining all the small details. This is my diary! It exists for my leisure and to let out everything on my mind! I'll leave the work to work hours.
Another major hobby of mine is volleyball. Officially, I'm a setter. In reality, I'm a bench warmer. I haven't been playing very long. Maybe a year and a half. So naturally, I suck at it. I still have a lot of fun with it. Maybe i shoud become a professional volleyball player if I don't end up killing myself?
What else is there about me.... I listen to a lot of rock and metal. All sorts of varients of the two. Really, I like all genres of music, these are just my personal favourites. I also listen to a ton of vocaloid. It's been a staple of my personality since 2016. If youve been here since before i repurposed this account (which, I doubt you did), then you'd have seen my entire page was FILLED with Hatsune Miku stuff. Big fan.
I watch a lot of anime. My favourites are FMA and Assassination Classroom. I also have a manga collection that is worth over 450 quid. Some might say thats a waste, since I'm poor and could use that money to feed myself for a month, but food is temporary, wasted female lead potentional is forever.
I'm gonna gp to sleep now. I'll add on whatever I can think of when I'm back from school tomorrow.
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School sucks dick.
-amelia
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amber-angel · 3 years
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So cruising through the Stand tag (which I do sometimes, because I have no self control), I saw a post sympathizing with Harold, talking about some kind of attempted consolation from the Boulder crew that I can only assume happened in the latest episode that I haven't bothered to speedrun yet, and how they didn't deserve to try and comfort him. They were talking about how shallow Frannie was to suddenly want to care about Harold when she's never been interested in him, and only went with him in the beginning because everyone else was dead, even though honestly, if I were Frannie, I would have just gone on my own, like... Harold in this version is so much worse, I would not trust that guy to sleep next to me at night.
Anyway, I'm making this post to say that this is what happens, Boone, when you decide to center your shitty remake around a character that a) you decided was not a good person to begin with (the peeping, the obsessive behavior, the general 'nice guy' attitude with several unsubtle hints at violent tendancies) and b) by the end is so far corrupted (it was a short fall though) that he was completely willing to kill at least seven people just because a girl he liked snubbed him. This is what happens when you decide that you're going to take that asshole and make him a main, and give him the roster of (frankly overdone) 'feel sorry for this dick' tropes: 'mean and uncaring family,' 'emo lonely boi,' and 'but he was bullied!!!!!' in some misguided attempt to humanize him. Like seriously, what the fuuuck were you even thinking??? Was this what you wanted? And why???? I don't even have a witty remark anymore, just why????
Also, can I say that from what I remember of the book, and from the 94 series, the whole thing with Harold wasn't that he was a really bad guy (I say while cringing) to begin with, but that he fell to Flagg and gave in to that dark side of himself. He started his journey more or less in the middle, and kind of fell over the more things went on, because he wasn't willing to put in the work of being good.
But no, because Boone is a moron who obviously sees too much of himself in Harold, we get this utter mess of a setup that's ultimately going to crash and burn (jesus, I swear that was not an intentional connection) and collapse in on itself once he does the deed. Unless King's rewrite means that Harold won't blow up the meetinghouse, you've written yourself into yet another corner, locked yourself into a character direction that cannot happen, because unless you want to somehow make killing Nick out to be a good thing (and I swear to fucking god, that'd better not be your fucking angle), you cannot reconcile the two halves of Harold that you've created, or somehow redeem him after this. Partially because fuck you, but mostly because this is an act that isn't meant to be redeemed! You want to have your goddamn kin cake and eat it too, but congruency and character consistency are sticky plates, and if you try to take a piece off, it's going to have gluey shit on it and taste accordingly.
Look, Harold can either be your uwu sad boy who should be pitied, or he can be the way King wrote him. You cannot have both.
Tldr; Harold is not a character that was meant to be pitied, and Josh Boone is a worthless fuck
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Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life
Hawks x gn!winged!Reader
Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing
THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA
(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)
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(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)
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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part. 
Word count: ~1,800
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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.
You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.
It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀
The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street
little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street
A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.
You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes
You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious
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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door
He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.
He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine
As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets
Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work
What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.
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Reader's pov(?)
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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you
oh wait...
You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.
You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?
Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?
Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.
Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...
Then it hit you.
You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.
That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.
In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?
Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.
That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.
Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.
Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground
You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.
The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.
He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.
"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.
"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.
"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly. 
“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.
“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.
"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought. 
You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.
Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters. 
" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.
Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.
"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.
"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.
"Well thank you very much!"
"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.
Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."
You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."
He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”
You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door. 
Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events. 
Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on. 
You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess. 
You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good. 
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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have
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alfredosauce50 · 3 years
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Of beasts and men [Hybrid 2p! America x reader]
Synopsis: And to think that godforsaken animal rescue center was to blame. You were supposed to find a dog to adopt, not a creepy furry who showed up naked at your door! Turns out, his shapeshifting abilities got him in some hot water with the police. And the rescue center owner. It’s pretty self-explanatory. Wordcount: 3, 290 The reader is referred to as she/her.
“You’re fired!” A gruff voice screamed outside a diner a few blocks down. “And don't come crawling back to me when you need my help! Not again!”
The shouts caused his ears to prick up, so he turned his head to the sound and flipped the man off. Though one had to wonder if he was a man. Yes, he stood on two legs, but he was covered head to toe with shaggy brown fur, and he had the head of a bull.
“No, I quit! Nobody fires me. Your loss, baby!” He yelled, baring his canines in a wide smile. When the other fumed in response, a jet of steam shot through his nostrils to blow his gold nose ring forward. Then, they stomped their foot and kicked the dirt below. He froze. “Oh shit.”
“I'll skewer you like a kebab!” They roared, rearing their head back before lunging forward to start charging at him. A single glance of those sharp horns was enough to send him running. So he fled, dashing through the narrow marketplace while gritting his teeth. Pushing past members of the public, he never stopped knocking over random objects in his way.
Crates, baskets, and fruit stalls in his path were bulldozed, alerting nearby swordsmen in blue jackets.
“Hey, you there! Stop running!”
He could hear their paws and hooves hot on his tail, so he lowered himself onto all fours and morphed. Sprinting all the way to the edge of the city, he disappeared into an alleyway. His life was a culmination of terrible decisions, but this probably took the cake. He knew exactly where this system of alleys led to, but he never slowed down to look back.
There was nothing left for him in the beast kingdom.
Dashing out of the enclosure of walls, he rammed into a dumpster and fell to the ground with a heavy thump. “Ah, shit...” He rolled onto his back and outstretched a paw to stare at it. “Maybe it isn't too late to be adopted. Ha!” The thought made him laugh, but it came out as a high-pitched wheeze. “Who am I kidding? I'm not a damn pet.”
“Hey, is that a red Doberman?”
He widened his eyes and sprung up on all fours. Pricking his ears to the two men standing at the street outside, he shook his head in regret. Like a deer caught in the headlights, they shined their torch on him and lit up his black irises with fear.
“Wow, you're right! Look at its fur! It's got a beautiful rusted color to it!”
“I can't believe it's a stray. We should take it back to the rescue center.”
The next thing he knew, he was sitting in a small cell. A metal gate slammed shut and locked him in. A few minutes later, he was still processing everything that had happened. He just got caught by a bunch of humans. “Did I jinx myself?” Jumping up and scrambling to the gate, he pressed his snout against the wires and held it with his paws--a rather human-like action and odd sight.
“Let me out, let me out dammit!” He yelled, pulling the wires back and forth to make it rattle. “This is a beast rights violation! I demand a lawyer!” What should have been coherent sentences left his mouth as a string of violent barks.
An attendant entered the hall and smashed a baton against a pole. “Oi, settle down! Keep that up and nobody will want you!”
The dog pulled away and fell onto his behind. Then, it let out a defeated scoff. “Nobody would want me anyways. Just do yourself a favor and let me rot on the streets.”
Upon hearing those soft whines, the attendant lowered his arm and walked off. “Atta’boy. Now go take a nap or something.”
And nap he did, having given up on escaping--for now. Laying his head on the cold, hard ground, he fluttered his tired eyes to a close. The next morning when he came to, his nose twitched to an unfamiliar scent. It radiated in waves from the fingers on the other side of the gate. Human fingers.
When he glanced up, someone was crouching in front of him and holding out their hand. “What about this one, Jerry? Is he up for adoption?” They asked with a small smile decorating their lips. Sitting up excitedly at that, he wagged his tail. Anything to get out of here. I'll figure out where to go later. “Aw, I think he understands me!”
“Hm, I suppose he is. But he's got a nasty temper, that one. You might wanna rethink your choice.”
He watched the hope fade from their eyes. “Oh, seriously? That's too bad...” Then, they stood up with a sigh. His tail swished to a stop and slumped. That attendant was right in the end, after all.
“And I thought I could get scary dog privileges. Maybe I should stick with smaller sizes...”
The pair made their way down the hall to look at the other species the center housed, much to his disappointment. “Cheer up! We've got tonnes of other big dogs for you to consider. Not all of them will be fussy living in small spaces. You said you lived alone, didn't you?” His ears perked up at that.
“So long as you take them out on walks, they'll be fine.”
“Maybe. But I might have to go home and take some measurements. These dogs were a little bigger than I expected.” Soft laughs echoed, followed by a door creaking open.
“Totally understandable. You come back another day, eh?”
The door clicked shut, leaving him to his own devices. A single thought occurred to him, and it repeated in his head over and over until it drove him mad. He needed to get out of here. Before some other human set their eyes on him. But how? That question was promptly answered when a chill ran down his spine.
His fur shivered and puffed up as he slowly grew in size.
“Oh crap, I'm out of juice!” As his limbs began to stretch, so did his paws. Soon, they began to resemble fingers, and his panic reached an all-time-high when he realized he was standing on two feet again. That wouldn't have been a problem if he wasn't where he was.
He was stranded in the human world in his beast form.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Looking down to the spot between his legs, he gawked at another unwelcome discovery. Not only was he locked in a tiny cell, but he was also buck naked! It was only a matter of time before the attendant returned and found him like this. Regardless of his appearance, he was more than certain this warranted the police getting involved.
He already screwed up enough as it was. He definitely couldn't afford to get in trouble with the law in the human world too.
So he resorted to escaping by force. Taking a few steps back, he rammed into the lock. After a few attempts, he smashed through the gate and skidded to a stop. Without a shred of hesitation, he whipped his head to the door and charged right through it. Bursting into the front office, the receptionist screamed at his sudden arrival.
Then, they screamed even louder when they processed just what they were seeing. A humanoid dog.
The sheer volume of their shrieks made his ears tremble. “Oh my god, would you shut up already? I have good hearing, you know?”
Upon hearing him speak--a surefire sign he was indeed human--they reached for the phone beside them. Then, they talked frantically into the speaker, mentioning something along the lines of a naked creep in a fursuit. Now, he had no idea what that strange device was, but he was pretty sure they were alerting the authorities.
“Uh oh.”
For the second day in a row, he was chased by cops through a public sphere. That was one thing that didn't change, even if his setting certainly did. Towering buildings and skyscrapers loomed over him from all directions. Strange lights, posters, and moving pictures bombarded him with seizure-inducing colors.
Even then, he had no chance to take it all in when he was too busy fleeing. “Gah, get out of the way, get out of the way!” He barked.
Shoving through the people crowding the edges of the wide street, he stumbled right in front of a heavy-duty truck barreling at him at thirty miles an hour. He had been so determined to get away from the hoard of humans, he never realized where he wound up.
Before he could be sent flying, he gritted his teeth and jumped out of the way while it swerved into a telephone pole.
Briefly turning back to process the damage he'd done, shock filled him to the brim as he processed the scene of devastation that unfolded before him. But he couldn't linger on it for too long.
“That's the guy! Get him!”
He had to get out of here. But where was he supposed to go?
His nose twitched to a familiar scent. It was the person from this morning! And if he wasn't wrong, he recalled that they lived alone. So he followed the smell, finding himself standing outside of an apartment complex of some kind.
Setting down your things after that short and unproductive trip, you flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. Police sirens wailed in the distance, but you paid them no mind. Whoever they were chasing, the fugitive was sure to be caught soon enough. Little did you know, you were about to become their accomplice.
A few crisp knocks sounded on the other side of your front door. Without tearing your gaze from the screen, you slid on your slippers. “Coming!” You called. Slowly making your way to answer it, whoever it was that decided to bother you on this fine Sunday morning, you peeked through the peephole to see a pair of tall red ears. Dog ears.
“Huh?” Unlocking the door and creaking it open, albeit only slightly, you poked your head out in confusion. Standing there in all his glory, or its glory, was an anthropomorphic Doberman. If it weren't for these circumstances you met them under, you would have noticed they were a spitting image to the red Doberman in the rescue center. Instead, you were more compelled to fixate on other details.
When he realized where you were staring, he covered himself and grinned sheepishly.
“Uh... Happy birthday?”
The color drained from your face until you were paler than a sheet of paper. Then, you screamed.
He reflected a similar panic, and before you could shut the door in his face, he lunged forward into the frame and pried it open. “Wait, just hear me out! I'm in a bit of a tight spot here!” Given his physical advantages, he triumphed rather easily and forced himself into your home. All you could do was watch, but that didn't mean you couldn't keep screaming.
Rearing his head back as he covered his trembling ears, he shot his arms around you and clamped a hand over your mouth. “Stop screaming for God's sake! I've had it enough with the screaming today!” When you felt his fur against your lips, you only struggled and thrashed harder out of fear.
Regardless of his strength and stature, he couldn't do this all day.
So he tried morphing again. Rather than changing into the dog you saw earlier in the morning, he assumed a form closer to yours. His rusted red fur disappeared along with his tail. The long snout that pressed against your face shortened, and eventually, the arms that held you hostage were human. Or at least, they gave off that impression with his tanned, hairless skin.
You could argue that his transformation made the situation a little less bizarre. A little more manageable. So yes, you stopped moving. Now that you weren't resisting, he assumed you calmed down enough for him to let you go. What a big mistake that was.
The second you were freed, you punched him square in the jaw.
“Gh-!” An explosion of pain spread through his cheek. Turning back to you with teary eyes, he gripped the spot you took the liberty to abuse. “What the hell was that for?!” He spluttered.
“For being naked, you idiot!” You fumed through a blush.
“I thought we already moved past that!”
“We'll move past it once you put some clothes on!”
A little less bizarre? Who were you kidding? His sudden change in appearance only signaled to you he wasn't just your typical creep in a fursuit. As you mulled over the thought, a grim expression contorted at your features. Was this karma for changing your mind about that Doberman? A supernatural reckoning you so deserved for walking away? Needless to say, it was something worth discussing over some food.
“Thanks for the sweatpants, by the way! I'll return it to you later.” Kicking back in a chair, he started snacking on what he found in your pantry.
You avoided his gaze. He stood at least five inches taller than you, and he was certainly bigger than you were. And in more ways than one. “... You can keep it.”
Watching a dog munch on chocolate was not the most comfortable thing to see, either. The same could be said for his hands that picked through a candy box. “Wow, these are great! We don't have stuff like this back where I live.” He mused, throwing another chocolate-covered almond into his mouth. You tensed up.
“Wait, are you saying you've never had chocolate before?” Leaning forward and slamming your hands down on the dining table, you darted your eyes over his unreadable expression for any signs of discomfort. “I can't believe I let you eat it! Just because you can talk and everything!”
“Wha'dya mean I can talk? Of course I can talk!”
Maybe letting him rummage through your pantry was a bad idea.
He licked around his snout and huffed. “Anyway, sure I've eaten it before. Just nothing this good. What did you guys do to this, huh?” You breathed out a sigh of relief at that and sat back down. So you didn't accidentally poison your guest. Some guest he was, though. His name was strangely more down-to-earth than his otherworldly origins.
“Well, it's processed.”
“Processed, huh? I have no idea what that means.” He turned the box over and squinted at the label. “Huh? What language is this?”
“Japanese.”
His brows knitted together and he looked deep in thought. “Hm. I don't know what that is either.”
You laughed under your breath. “Duh. From what you've told me, it wouldn't be wrong to say you were born yesterday.”
“Oi, I'll have you know I was born at least a year ago!”
Allen, the runaway beast, had left his homeworld for the human one. Though chased out was the more accurate way to put it. There was nothing left for him back there, and his only hope of starting over was to take refuge in a foreign land. Perhaps not forever, but at least until he figured out where to go from here. That was what he had in mind.
“I'm not too concerned about you learning anything new. You'll be leaving soon, so.” Standing up with a content smile, you made your way to his side and patted him on the shoulder. The action prompted him to glance up at you with a full mouth. What you said next, however, would make him spit everything out. “You can't stay the night, Allen.”
He spewed almond bits all over the table, much to your disgust. “Wait, what?! I thought you were gonna let me stay! And not even just for a night, maybe for a week or two!”
You gawked in disbelief. “Are you crazy?! I'm not taking you in just because of your sob story. I'm not made of money, you know!” But that wasn't quite it, either. You were prepared to raise a dog, a big one at that, for protection purposes. The problem wasn't money.
The problem was that he wasn't human.
His ears drooped and he shot you his best puppy dog eyes he could muster. But you stayed strong. It was what he later added that jabbed at your strong resolve. “Aw, come on. Weren't you planning to adopt a dog like me? What's the difference?” Allen pouted. The sound of him reiterating exactly what was on your mind made you freeze up.
“It'll be the same as having a pet, I swear! Maybe even better--I know how to use a toilet!”
“Of course you know how to use a toilet!” You interjected, pulling away shortly to let out a sharp, frustrated sigh. “You're not a pet, Allen. You're a person, well, a dog person. You're not helpless without an owner! And what if somebody hunts me down and for keeping you here?” As much of a point you had, he didn't stop there.
Everything in his life boiled down to this moment. If he couldn't convince you to let him stay, there was no saying where he would end up. So he would do everything in his power to give you that one last push.
Standing up from his chair, he morphed into a human. Or tried with what was left of his energy. While his red ears and tail remained, there was nothing else reminiscent of the beast he was. “If you're worried about what I am, then I'll stay like this. Without the ears and tail, I mean.” His furry appendage swished at that.
“And I'll help you with house chores. I'm more capable than I look, I promise!”
You furrowed your brows and sighed for what felt like the tenth time that day. You couldn't believe it, but he was steadily chipping away at your resolve. So you turned away. “Mm, I don't know. This is a lot to ask from someone, especially if you aren't helping with the bills.”
Allen lit up, sensing your change of heart. So he jumped in front of you. “I'll do anything to make up for it!” He grinned, his energetic outburst catching you off-guard. There was something about his body language and attitude that perfectly embodied a loyal dog eager to please its owner. It was probably because of that tail of his that wagged with great gusto.
Among other things, you supposed.
“I'll be everything you need! A pet, a bodyguard, househusband, whatever you like!” Your attention was piqued at the mention of bodyguard. But when you processed the rest of his sentence, you lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Who said I needed a househusband?” You frowned.
Allen blinked. “Was that too much?” He grinned toothily. “Then how about a live-in boyfriend?”
With every shred of your willpower, you held back the urge to punch him. You already bruised him enough for today. “If you want me to consider taking you in, make me something for lunch! If it's acceptable, I might let you stay.” Shoving him into the kitchen at that, you pulled your apron off its hook and tossed it his way. “And do the dishes, too!”
“Alright, alright, jeez! Have some faith in me, won't you? I used to work in a diner, ya know?” The man swatted you gently with his tail. But you only pulled it much to his surprise.
“Used to. You probably got fired.”
Allen ignored that comment. “Watch where you touch, babe. You're moving a little too fast, even for me--Ow!”
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Tbh And about all this mess with 🗿 and what you said on your last answer. I think that it's bad to be only able to make fun of Christianity and not with the rest. If we truly want equality, we must treat everyone equally. I'm not saying that you can be disrespectful, because it is not right (I don't care if you are a minority or not, it is never ok to be disrespectful) but in this I always felt that if you think that making fun of christians it's cool and fun, but then making fun of others it's wrong just because they are minorities, you are perpetuating treating them differently and as if they are fragile. It is all or no one.
But I repeat, I'm talking about respectful fun not mocking. That second one is never right. And let me add that Christianity is still a minority in some places.
Please, treat everyone with respect just like you want to be treated.
This is the only thing I'll say because it must be exhausting for you to keep with this mess. Have a good day and thank you for all your hard work ☺️💕
hi there! Sorry for the late reply, tumblr didn't bother to notify me! 🤦‍♂️ Christian here, at least culturally if not religiously speaking. I am not saying that making fun of christians is cool and fun, just that it happens a lot and we generally don't go around the world menacing or killing people who do it. Tolerance is the the keyword of christianity since day one (I mean the very symbol of this religion is the cross where Jesus was killed and the motto is "turn the other cheek"), plus it happens to be the boss of religions, look here:
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It's not always been this cool, since all started with christians persecutions during the Ancient Roman Empire and later, once established as the official religion all over Europe, in the name of christianity we had centuries of wars, colonialism, and more wonderful shit.
All this said, yes the total point of minorities is that they're actually more fragile and need to be protected for the very fact they're minorities, so less visible, less coherent to what is socially given for granted. There's no shame in it, it's just a matter of fact. Like look at christian Europeans: here christianity is so given for granted, so part of the culture and the social structure that we don't need to feel proud of it, we can be critic and even detached from it. While in minority groups the sense of self might be deeply connected to the religious or cultural background because it's belonging structures the identity of its people. Consequently, touching that religion in whatever way has it's more likely to have an impact on the persons' feelings.
So if it's true that mocking might be always wrong - kept the freedom of speech, expression and art - it's also true that mocking minorities is way worse and way less acceptable, because the danger to make a minority a target is way closer.
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OC-tober Day 2: Glass
OC-tober prompts put together by @oc-growth-and-development​! I have to ramble in meta instead of write, because my brain is Mush lately. (I know I’m behind but I have a lot pre-written, I just need to put it into coherent words!)
This one especially can be rambled about at length, because the most important “glass” object in my stories is one I greatly enjoy exploring: Dove’s mindscape mirror!
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^ I drew it forever ago; here’s the deviantArt link if you’d like to see the big version! 
https://www.deviantart.com/ravenshiddensoul/art/Dove-s-Keepsakes-Mirror-and-Box-284227087
It’s largely modeled after a bird stretching its wings upwards, with a handle like a tail and certain details are inlaid with Azarathean gold to better channel its magics.
Now, this is where the rambling begins: The mirror’s backstory, and I’ll be exploring one of my favorite things to develop in all of my stories: Dove’s mindscape!
Dove's mirror isn't one of her most prized possessions, nor super incredibly sentimental, but it IS an object touched with her mother's magic, it has flourishes of Azarathean gold (some of the last pieces to exist), and it's useful for introspection and self-soothing, so it does have some value and importance.
Dove struggled with meditating quite a lot as a child, and there was only so much her mother could do to help. Meditation was pretty important to them as both a means of helping Dove control her powers, and as a staple of Azarathean spirituality. As she so often did, Alerina poked around and asked enough questions around the temple that she was told about Raven's mirror, and she decided to replicate it for Dove. She custom ordered a gold-lined wooden hand mirror, and then cast the spells to connect it to Dove's inner world herself. It took a few tries (it's much harder to connect something to someone else's mind than your own, after all), but she was nothing if not determined to help her daughter, and eventually figured it out.
As for its main purpose: Self-reflection! (If you'll pardon the pun.) Dove uses it to meditate, but where Raven uses hers for centering and compartmentalization, Dove uses it more as a blend of escapism and a focusing aid.
Much like Raven's, Dove's mirror acts as a portal to the depths of her mind, and this is where it gets fun!
The vortex that transports the users is usually white and gold, imbued with the same energies that give Dove her powers, at least on her mother's side. It's noticeably touched with black and red in DDD. (Dove's evil side starts taking over her mind, and thus its energies manifest through the mindscape, and Dove's portal into it, hence: black and red energies instead.) It tends to open up like a light tunnel and almost opens the mental world around the user, rather than dragging them in.
Once inside, one can't expect to navigate the same way as Beast Boy and Cyborg did in "Nevermore". Every mind is different, after all! We saw Raven's mindscape divided nearly into emotional sections with a neutral space between them, and the way through each area was preset and linear. While different parts of Dove's internal world manifest in different "areas", they're not so totally divided and separate, and there's no real "neutral" zone except at the very "center". The scenery changes, but it's more of a gradual transition, and though Dove employs thresholds to mark key areas, they're very much just visual aids.
Dove's mindscape is laid out more like a series of rooms and courtyards in a very (very, very, very) large mansion. The ground is generally of crystal, spires and columns decorate the scenery, and the thresholds are modeled after birds with their wings outspread. (While this seems like a play on Dove's namesake, it's actually based on Azarath's architecture, particularly that of George Perez's Azarath in the 1980's New Teen Titans comics.)
Dove's sky shows various stars and often casts moonlight from an uncertain source, particularly when she's introspecting. The ambient temperature varies amongst the locations, chilly in the regions ruled by fear and sadness, uncomfortably warm near her demon's domain, and comfortable and breezy where her peace and contentment reside.
One could easily get lost in her mindscape if they don't know where they're going. The place can shift and change on a whim.
Where Dove spends her time building that peace and contentment, it's very closely modeled after her mother's memories of Azarath (which is where she learned how to find peace, after all): there's marble and gold everywhere, and the stars twinkle with dozens of colors in the sky.
Where Dove retreats when there are feelings of timidity, her excruciating shyness, her grief and doubt, the world becomes shrouded in thick fog. Broken buildings and pale light litter the grounds.
Where she built her love for reading, for history, for creativity and study and learning, it's arranged as rooms with dark marbled tile and a carpeted path, the floor for dozens of feet on either side littered with piles of books.
Dove's inner happy place is an open field on gently rolling hills, where thoughts take the form of birds and somehow the sky holds both the stars and suns. One might find trees, flowers, abstract forms of cottages, and forts loaded with mugs and cozy cushions. If you wander far enough you'll find very tall stone walls surrounding it, because Dove's mind is such that her happiness is one of the few things she really truly believes she needs to protect from the rest of herself.
And then there are the aspects of herself that she shoves the deepest down, secreted far away from the surface: the anger, the hunger for power, the mean streak. (Yes, believe it or not, Dove does have a mean streak! You just have to work especially hard to bring it out. Or trigger her in just the right ways around sadism, violence, war, or death. It's very much Not Recommended; bringing too much of that mean streak out could mean Dove loses control of her powers, or worse: her demonic aspects.)
Those secret forces aren't so much located in one particular space of her mind as they're hidden in every dark corner, coursing through the underside of all the ground, a tantalizing power running through every part of her, only ever set free enough to use the dangerous powers to her own ends.
Her places for Fear and Curiosity in particular will be explored in the upcoming Missing: Raven rewrite. (As they're the strongest things Dove is feeling in that story, that's going to be what Beast Boy and Cyborg encounter.) I also explored the way these things manifest in DDD, and in that same story Dove will focus on rebuilding Peace in the final chapter.
I can't talk about Dove's mindscape without mentioning the "emoticlones". These fun little guys are called by the fanon term given to Raven's "emotion clones", the separate parts of her that express a specific set of traits based on particular aspects of her personality. I had so much fun playing with their voices and thoughts in Dove's head during DDD, you have no freaking idea! I also copied the concept of them having Colored Cloaks from Teen Titans canon, because honestly it's a quick and easy way to identify them, and the fandom's familiar with this system through Raven.
Which colors mean what was more inspired by details from a really old, now-defunct website called Cartoon Orbit that had separate "online trading cards" for each of Raven's emoticlones! On that site, Raven's were labeled as such, and this is what I based Dove's system on, loosely: - Pink: "Raven Happy" - Red: "Raven Rage" - Orange: "Raven Rude" - Yellow: "Raven Smart" - Green: "Raven Brave" - Brown: "Raven Fear" (I'm pretty sure there was a purple one, but I don't recall what it was called. "Love" maybe? That might be from fanon; this site was running like 15 years ago, and I was like 10 years old, so I hardly thought to pay Super Special Attention to it...)
But I digress. The point is, I adapted that system for the key aspects of Dove's unique personality, and came to understand them as follows:
- Pink: Joy, relief, coziness - Red: Cruelty, impulsivity, anger - Orange: Apathy, indifference, disregard - Yellow: Curiosity, study, intrigue - Green: Courage, determination, activity - Blue: Contentedness, pacifism, spirituality - Purple: Compassion, friendship, romanticism - Gray: Sadness, grief, longing. - Brown: Fear, fear, fear!
But for Dove's mind in particular, it's not only HER experiences and personality that form the world! She's a telepath, and though she holds others' privacy in very, very high regard and tries never to read someone's mind without their permission, her sense of receptive telepathy is ever-present. Echoes, lights, shadows, reflections of others' memories and thoughts might affect the very edges of her mind. It's a constant sense, but it only ever causes very ephemeral changes unless something deeply affects her.
Her mindscape also grows and changes as Dove grows and changes, experiences life, learns to cope, and changes how she handles her own emotions.
Most notably, the internal struggle in DDD tore her mind apart. Initially it was due to a breakdown of certainty and confidence, hastened by guilt and grief, but it soon became a deliberate tactic to wage war on the parts of Dove's mind that were trying to resist the evil; eventually her inner demon began intentionally breaking/corrupting everything it could touch.
By chapter 20, that evil is the only strong and stable thing in Dove's mind. Raven's attack to remove the evil in her took away that stability, and strength, and thus took away what was essentially the last support holding Dove's mind together. As it says in the story: "everything collapsed". Dove's mindscape was utterly destroyed, and only the most basic aspects of her remained.
For awhile, that left Dove unable to remember things clearly, or feel emotions without great pain. Rebuilding it to the point where she was able to talk and feel Mostly Normally again took months of meditation.
When Dove is kidnapped and Leyla has distressing dreams about her mother, she, Srentha, and Raven use the mirror to check on Dove by accessing her mindscape. With her powers stripped away, surrounded by people who mock her, and certain Fauni rituals sickening Dove to her soul, naturally her mind is very different: shadowy forms flitted at the edges of vision, the ground wavered, her discomfort was thick in the air and the constant fear made everything so, so cold. "Shadows" of others' thoughts flashed in and out of existence, and Dove's desperation manifests as fleeting voices on the wind. It's uncomfortable to be in her mind while she's so distressed.
It's also worth mentioning that her mindscape changes again, essentially "growing" the part of her that belongs to Love when she finally lets herself love Srentha, and it expands again when Leyla's born and Dove once more finds depths of love she didn't know she could carry.
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novelelitist · 2 years
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The news about banning the “girls” tag on Tumblr made its rounds on Twitter so I thought I’d pop by real quick.
I often wonder what happens/happened to creators I like, and given my history, it occurred to me that some people might actually think I’m dead. Which is not an invalid concern, and I appreciate your long-distant parasocial concern. Thanks for not wanting me RIP in peace’d. Those who DMed me since I’ve been gone and as I continue to be gone, you’re acknowledged and I appreciate you, too. This one’s for you, chickadees.
TLDR: you can bother me on Twitter or ask for my Discord handle if we’re moots. I’m still awkward at conversation though so go easy on me.
Personal(?) Update
Life changes, legally changing my first name, legally changing my gender marker to M (because my state doesn’t offer X but I’m going to badger them about it so I can hopefully get X instead). Situation still suboptimal and sucky. Who woulda thunk? I should be able to start HRT once I move out, though, and that’s something to look forward to.
Video Essay Coming SoonTM
I’m working on a massive Omegaverse video essay project through the lens of cultural imports/exports through the medium of comics. (Manga, manhwa, and manhua specifically.) It’s absolute hell. You should watch it when it’s done. The script is over 16,000 words. The essay is informative, funny, and extremely thorough literary criticism discussing Omegaverse and the subjects within it that interest me. 
I’ll share the video here when I’m done, too, and I’ll be formatting the script in a way that others can understand so I can share it in a readable format as well. I seriously doubt auto-captions will do it justice.
Why Omegaverse? Because I am completely fascinated by it even though I don’t like it and nobody’s presented it in a video format the way I want to yet. Ez.
It’ll be on the same YouTube channel as my Barbie video essay once it’s done. Should be done by the end of January. Here it is in all its incomplete glory. 
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Game Updates & Fandom
Immediate access to me is best found via Twitter. I only got into using it recently for fandom-related things. It’s a small personal/otaku-adjacent twt but I’m trying to use it to associate with people more since I know people have worried about me and I’ve worried about them. (Moots, give me your twt so I can follow you there.) If you ever thought about commissioning me for FGO stuff, message me over there. I’m probably down, since I’m all in on FGO and GBF brainrot lately.
I’m still writing, though I’ve used most of my brain cells lately for the Omegaverse video essay. I have a conspiracy theory about Koyanskaya pinned to my twt right now that I’ll be putting on my AO3, too, probably, once it’s in coherent, complete sentences. 
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I’ll also try to make myself share my other FGO writing I’ve been doing on AO3. It’s been rough since the whole “losing main friend group” thing. I still miss them and that environment a lot and it’s sore. My enthusiasm about my own work in all forms took a huge hit, as did my “ability to interact with others regarding things I enjoy.” (I made myself write today, here have my extremely thorough Koyanskaya theory.)
I’ve been totally stuck on this dumb Hello Kitty mobile game, too, Hello Sweet Days. My friend code there is djg2db. I’m not a whale, I just look like one, I swear. Sanrio is Japanese WDC and is therefore evil. Fuck Disney, btw.
Idk why Hello Sweet Days looks so weird when screenshots are saved to my comp when they were fine everywhere else but okay. Hello Sweet Days is a Sanrio-property qt outfit collector/community game someone else got me hooked on. Code is djg2db. 
And Granblue Fantasy is Granblue Fantasy. Which I still suck at. Use my support summons or do miserable 6D raids with me while I attempt to uncap Siete again. ID is 30825282.
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Obligatory FGO Update
I have couple spaces on NA. If you want me to change supports for events etc, I have an extremely thorough Chaldea. Bug me via DMs here or on Twitter when you add me:
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I have more spaces on JP because my account is still a sad sack. Again, bug me via DMs here or on Twitter when you add me:
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Thorough update on all my Grailed servants because I have nobody to show off to:
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Okay but will you ever exist again, 2D?
On here? Not sure. But I’m definitely not gone everywhere just yet. Come find me. :)
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