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writtenfangirl · 5 months
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Car's Outside
Inspired by Car's Outside by James Arthur!
This went through an extensive rewrite/editing process so hopefully, it's good!
I tried matching up the dates as much as possible so hopefully things don't get confusing <3
Edit: I posted this before qualifying for the Mexico GP thinking “I need something to make me feel better” after the inevitable news that the GP will break my heart only to wake up to news that Charles is on Pole with Carlos at P2 and Danny Ric at P4. I just need this to happen so bad I will literally cry if this happens
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I'm packin' my bags that I didn't unpack the last time I'm sayin', "See you again," so many times, it's becoming my tagline But you know the truth, I'd rather hold you Than try to catch this flight So many things I'd rather say But for now, it's goodbye
“I’m sorry,” Charles frowned. His breath fanned across her face, his forehead connected to her own. Y/N’s eyes were closed, head tilted upwards as she breathed him in.
Y/N knew Charles had to leave. It’s his job. Unlike most couples, she didn’t have the luxury of spending every minute of every second of every day with her boyfriend. Not when he was a world-famous Formula One driver whose job meant he was in a different city every week. And though Y/N enjoyed the privilege of freely going in and out of every paddock in the world because of her connections, it wasn’t a privilege she could exercise frequently. Not when she was an international lawyer also tasked with jet setting to other countries of the world. 
But they loved each other and so they made it work. Or, at least, tried to.
“Don’t apologize,” Y/N said with a rueful smile. Beneath the musky smell of his cologne, Y/N could smell him, familiar and deep, as if the very essence of him had lodged itself in her nose, up her brain, and made a home for himself. “I understand.”
“I wish I didn’t have to go,” Charles sighed, voice deep, as he, too, breathed her in deeply. “I’d rather hold you, here, forever, than catch a stupid plane.”
“You say that now, but when you win a race, you’ll forget all about me,” she teased, opening her eyes to meet Charles’s brilliant greens.
“Not true, cherie. You’re always the first thing I think of when I win. Every win is for you.” And, as if to emphasize the point, he placed a soft kiss on her nose.
Y/N rolled her E/C eyes, a wide smile stretching across her face at the kiss despite herself. “Charles, I’m already your girlfriend. There’s no need for your sweet words to convince me to be yours.”
“It’s the truth, cherie,” he chuckled, “I always think of you first, win or lose. That’s how much I love you.”
“I love you, too.” And then she pulled his face to hers, placing a kiss on his lips that had him grinning against her like a little school boy offered candy by his mother. He pulled her to him tightly, his arms wrapping around her waist as her hands wound itself around his soft hair. Kissing him always made her feel so dizzy, like the very air in her lungs left her to make space for him. She didn’t mind it one bit. She’d make space for him in every inch of her if she could. 
But one of them had to be responsible and it certainly wouldn’t be Charles. So, despite not wanting to, Y/N found herself pulling away, breathing heavy as her hands trailed from his head, down his neck and on his chest. She resisted the urge to smirk at finding his heart beating just as fast as her own.
“You’re making it harder for me to leave, cherie,” Charles panted, his hair mused where she threaded her fingers.
“Good,” she grinned as she reached up and flattened his head, “you should miss me as much as I miss you. Now go, Leclerc, or else I’ll receive a phone call from Carlos complaining that you kept them waiting.”
“I’ll see you again, cherie,” he smiled, eyes tinged with sadness.
“Of course you will. Good bye for now, mon amour.”
“Good bye for now.” And with one last kiss, Charles left. The door to their house closed behind him, the click echoing around their empty living room. All Y/N could hear was the sound of her own breathing, and when she was sure that he was far enough away, she finally released a sob that had her chest caving, her heart suddenly feeling like beads inside a hollow rattle.
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I'm starin' at the same four walls in a different hotel It's an unfamiliar feelin' but I know it so well Oh, but you know the truth, I'd rather hold you Than this mobile in my hand But I guess it'll do, 'cause for you I would run up my phone bill
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You say I'm always leavin' You, when you need me the most But the, the car's outside
Y/N didn’t think he was serious about getting on a flight back home, especially when she knew how busy he was on Friday on a race week. Not to mention the fact that the race this week was in Mexico, halfway across the world. But here he was, in the flesh, staring at her with those bright green eyes that she adored so much.
Of course, she should have expected this. Charles was nothing if not determined and when he said he was going to do something, he usually did it.
“You wanted to talk, so let’s talk.” Charles said as he barreled into their shared apartment, pushing past her and towards the living room, “I can’t stay long. Joris and Enzo are waiting outside to take me back to the airport.”
Past the front door, Y/N saw Lorenzo leaning against an expensive looking sports car next to Joris. Enzo as lifted a hand in greeting while Joris smiled at her. Y/N returned the greetings before she closed the door and turned to her boyfriend. Her brows were furrowed as she frowned at him, following him to their spacious living room. “What are you doing here? You have a race!”
“You wouldn’t answer my calls and I can’t race properly when I know we’re not okay.” Charles said as he ran his hands through his curls, sticking them up in odd angles. With a jolt, Y/N realized how long his hair was. The last time she saw him, he had just gotten a fresh cut from Pascale but now his hair was touching the nape of his neck. Has it really been that long?
Y/N took a deep breath before she spoke, gathering her patience as into a tight ball like freshly spun yarn. “Charles, this can wait—“
“No, it can’t,” Charles interjected, his words clipped and his tone sharp. “You were the one who wanted to talk and I’m already here so let’s talk. Do you want to end things or not, Y/N?”
“What?” She exclaimed, surprised at the sudden question. She wanted many things to happen but breaking up was definitely not on the list of things she wanted to do with him. Yes, they had their issues but she couldn’t imagine any of them could be solved by ending their relationship. “Of course not! Do you want to end things?”
Charles looked offended at the question. “No! I don’t want to end things. I want us to be together!”
“You sure don’t act like it!” She snapped before she could think about her next words. Part of her wished she could gobble up the words, stuff them back in her mouth before he could hear them but it was too late. Charles’ expression turned wounded, but his words held anger when he spoke.
“I told you about this before we started dating! I told you about my busy schedule. You came into this relationship with both eyes open, Y/N. Don’t act like you didn’t know about how busy I get!”
Y/N looked at him as if he’d grown two heads. She was beginning to get irrationally angry, and though Y/N was usually very good at compartmentalizing, there was something about the argument that had her wanting to scream. “Dammit, Charles! I know I signed up for this when we started dating but I also signed up for the breaks in between! I thought we could make it work then. But even during the breaks, you’re not here! And I make the time and I make the sacrifices to be here so imagine my disappointment when you don’t!”
“I told you to come to my races!” He yelled, his voice loud and echoing in their living room. His face was beginning to flush in anger, green eyes blazing as he spoke to her. “You’re always welcome there. I don’t know why you never come!”
“It’s hard to find any time to come to your races when I planned all of my time off around your breaks, Charles!” She yelled back. “Because, believe it or not, I don’t want to share you! Not when I barely see you as is. When I come to your races, I know you’ll be too busy doing your job to accommodate me and that’s okay. It’s more than fine. I’m happy to watch you do what you love to do. But, I want to at least see you. To feel you and hear you and talk to you. And I can’t do that during a race weekend because you’re busy and I refuse to be the clingy girlfriend trying to catch all of your attention. I planned my days off around your break period because I figured, that’s when I’ll see you more and actually spend some meaningful time together. But you’re never around! I get it, Charles. Ferrari comes first. I know what I signed up for. But lately, they’ve been coming second and third and fourth. When will it be my turn, Charles? Am I even on the list of your priorities?”
“Of course you are!”
“It sure doesn’t seem like it.”
Charles looked at her as if she’d struck him. “How can you say that when you know it’s not true. I love you, Y/N. You know that.”
She sighed, some of the fight leaving her body. “I do know that, Charles. I never said you didn’t love me. But just because you love me doesn’t mean I feel loved by you. I want to make things work. I try to make things work. But, sometimes it feels like you’re never around. And, I get it, you have a demanding job—“
“Don’t put all of this on me like your job is easy.” He scoffed, his eyes flashing in annoyance once again. “Your schedule is even more demanding than mine, and I’m sure that with your new job, you’ll have even less time for me.”
“Are you serious, Charles?” She hissed, her anger coming back in droves at his words, “You’re putting this on me? I make the time for you! Rather than seeing my family and friends during my breaks, I’m in Monaco for you and you always cancel on me at the last minute and I never complain! You were the one who missed our anniversary dinner!”
“And you miss my races!”
“You missed my promotion!”
“You never told me about your promotion!”
“How can I when you ditched me on our anniversary!” 
“I told you why I missed it! The upgrades were important—“
“AM I NOT IMPORTANT, CHARLES?” She screamed. Briefly, she wondered if their neighbors could hear them, if Enzo and Joris could but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, couldn’t bring herself to lift her gaze at him as she said her next words softly, the fight leaving her body. “The anniversary wasn’t the only thing you missed. You missed my birthday, too. You didn’t even greet me but I took it to stride because I knew you were busy. I didn’t complain until now because I understood. Even when you promised me you’d fly home for your birthday so we can celebrate together and then you cancelled because of the Ferrari party and the interview, I understood. I plan all of my time off around you and never around my family or my friends, who, by the way, live in another country because I know you want to spend time with me. I always understand, Charles. I understand so much that sometimes I feel like I’m always making the sacrifices for our relationship and never you. And whenever I think to myself, I wish he’d choose me for once, it makes me feel like I’m a terrible person because I know you’re out there trying to achieve your dreams just like me and yet here I am, complaining that I don’t get enough time with you. You’re always promising to make it up to me but you never do and—” A familiar lump formed at the back of her throat, choking her words as a searing heat prickled the back of her eyes.
She loved Charles, she really did. But it was beginning to feel like that love was one sided. She wasn’t stupid. She knew what loving a man like him entailed. She expected that they’ll rarely see each other but at the rate things were going, they didn’t see each other at all. And judging by the way Charles was looking at her, with the anger in his eyes replaced by shame, he was beginning to realize that too.
“I missed your birthday?” Charles said taken aback. 
“You were in Canada,” she shrugged miserably, “you were busy. I didn’t think I should remind my boyfriend when my birthday is. If you couldn’t remember, that just means you had more important things in mind.”
Shame coated his eyes as realization dawned on him. “I can’t believe I missed your birthday.”
She sniffled as she swiped at the tears that began to collect in her eyes. “It’s fine—“
“No, it’s not. I am an asshole, cherie,” Charles groaned as he pulled her in his embrace. His chest was warm, his arms even warmer as he tucked her head under his chin. “I’m so sorry. You’re right. I’m always apologizing to you and it’s not right. None of this is your fault. I’m sorry for saying those terrible things to you. I can’t believe you put up with me treating you like this for a whole year. Missing your birthday, and my birthday and our anniversary. Fuck, you’re right and it doesn’t make you a bad person to think those things because you’re right. I’m so sorry.”
Oh, darling, all of the city lights Never shine as bright as your eyes I would trade them all for a minute more But the car's outside And he's called me twice
Guilt, heavy and shameful, curled in his insides. 
No wonder she was so upset with him. Every iota of her fury and more, he deserved for the shitty way he’s been treating her.
“I’m so sorry, cherie,” Charles mumbled against her hair. The smell of her shampoo, as familiar to him as his own was, invaded his sense. “I’m so sorry.”
He could feel her hands begin to wrap around his midsection. It was soft at first, tentative, before she tightened her hold on him like she was stuck in the middle of the sea and he was the lifeboat that saved her. He could feel her leaning her weight against him, the feel of her body a reassuring weight he didn’t realize he lost but was finding his whole life.
“I’m staying,” he said, pressing kisses against her head in between his words, “we’re going to celebrate everything. Your birthday, mine, our anniversary, even your promotion. You deserve as much. You deserve even more. Come fly with me, baby. Let’s go, wherever you want.”
“What do you mean?” Y/N said as she pulled away from him, eyes wide as she peered at him through her lashes.
“I’m staying here, in Monaco, with you.” He said slowly, conviction filling him as he said the words.
She gave him a dubious look. “Charles, it’s a race week. We both know you can’t miss that. It’s in Mexico for crying out loud! That’s why halfway across the world. You need to be back on the plane now if you want to make it back by Sunday.”
“I don’t care.” He said stubbornly. “None of it matters without you. Ferrari already took my breaks. I can sacrifice a race or two” And then his lips pulled into a rueful smile. “Besides, I’m not in the running for the championship anyway.”
Her eyes were still twinkling from the unshed tears, and despite the frown pulling at her lips, Charles had never thought she looked as beautiful as she did today. “But Charles, I have a job to do. I’m set to leave for London two days from now.”
His phone rang, interrupting their conversation. He fished it out of his pocket with a sigh, seeing Enzo’s face flashing on the screen. His arms were still wrapped around Y/N as he answered the phone
“Charles, nous devons partir,” Enzo urged.. (Charles, we need to leave.)
“I’m not going anywhere,” Charles replied, eyes trained on Y/N, who was watching the whole exchange with wide, reproachful eyes. “I’m right where I need to be.”
“Quoi?” (What)
“Cancel my flight, Enzo. I’m not going back. You and Joris can go home. Tell Maman I love her,” he said, ending the call before his brother could protest.
“Charles you can’t just leave in the middle of the weekend.” Y/N said, looking at him like he’d grown two heads.
“Yes, I can.” He said determinedly as he placed his hands on the side of her face, caressing her cheek as he stared deeply into her eyes in an effort to try and make her understand just how serious he really was. “I’m not racing this week. Or next week.”
“You’re going to miss Brazil too?”
“Yes. It’s time I choose you for once. I’ll race back in Vegas and Abu Dhabi but they’re lucky they’ll get even that. I chose them time and time again, cherie, and it’s not right. This is me making it up to you.” He pulled her face to his, placing a kiss on her lips. It was slow and languid, like the winding of a stopped clock that you’re trying to make right. Charles knew how lucky he was to have Y/N and she didn’t deserve to be forgotten, especially not like this. All he’s done was give her empty promises and if there was anyone in the world that deserved the best, it was her.
She pulled away from the kiss, loss of her making him groan. “What about my job? I have so much to do when I get to London. I won’t be in Monaco until the first week of November and the breaks will be far and few in between.”
“Then take me with you. Wherever you go, I’ll follow,” he said before pulling her into another kiss, this one searing and needy. He felt her pull him towards her, closing whatever distance was between them until their bodies lined flushed against the other. He could feel her figure through their clothes, feel the way her breath hitched as his hands found themselves on her waist, thumbs skimming the soft feel of her skin. She gasped at his touch and the feral feeling that seized him had the tether in him snapping. He kissed her harder, hands winding down to the back of her legs and lifting her. Almost instinctively, Y/N’s legs wrapped around his waist, her feet crossing at his back. Her hands wound themselves around his hair, pulling at the strands in a delicious way that made him shudder. 
How could he choose Ferrari over and over again when they would never be able to make him feel this way? He doubted not even winning a race in Monaco would feel as she good as she does.
His phone rang again, interrupting their moment. Charles groans as he pulled away and Y/N’s laugh rang around their living room. If another phone call interrupts them again, he’s getting rid of this thing. He clicked the green button, Fred’s face flashing as he answered the call with one hand while the other continued to grip Y/N.
“Charles—“
“I’ll see you in Vegas, Fred.” Was the only thing he said before Charles clicked the red button and tossed the phone aside, focusing his whole attention back on his girlfriend.
But he's gonna have to wait tonight I'm not gettin' in the Addison Lee Unless you pack your bags You're comin' with me I'm tired of lovin' from afar And never being where you are Close the windows, lock the doors Don't wanna leave you anymore
“You mean it? You’re really skipping Mexico and Brazil for me?” Y/N asked, her voice hopeful as she spoke. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, fingers playing at the strands of his hair.
“I am.” He said with all the seriousness he could muster. “I love you, cherie, and I want to love you by your side. You’re my number one priority and I’m sorry that it took me so long to remember that. I know I’ll have to leave again but that doesn’t mean I have to leave you. I love you, cherie. Will you let me come with you?”
“Of course I will.” She smiled, before she leaning her face to him, continuing their kiss right were they left off. 
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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 2 months
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01/28/2024 Daily Crew Recap
TLDR; Hoist The Ads Charity Donations; Campaign Status Updates; Hunt For the Pirate Home Watch Party; General Morale; Past Renewal Campaign Comparisons; Cast & Crew Sightings; Upcoming Events: Pets for Pirates Jan 29; Love Notes; Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika
=Hoist The Ads Updates =
Looks like the voting is done, and the results are in! @gingerlyvibing was kind enough to break down how much is going where. Just a reminder-- you all made this happen! Everything over the $10K it cost to get the billboard is going to help out these awesome charities! Links to threads: Tumblr / Twitter
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Funnily enough, apparently one of the trucks still has the ads on it
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== How To Help ==
How To Help Save OFMD Task List - US
How to Help Save OFMD Task List - Outside US
I'm helping some folks over on FB get similar/ the same updates right now, if anyone would like to help give me feedback I'd appreciate it, please just PM me! I have a couple ideas and I want to run them by folks.
== Status Updates ==
Good news! Wb is still having trouble recovering, as it should. Thanks @btweenhisteeth on twitter
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==Petition Status==
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Over 82K -- going slow, but still ticking up! Takes time all, especially since we're focused on the networks right now. Don't give up!
== Hunt For The Pirate Home Watch Party ==
Had some great turn out all over the world today for the Hunt For the Wilder People watch party. Thank you again to @dandeebakes for getting those coordinated!
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Saw some great trends during it, and a lot of people having fun. If you haven't actually seen the movie, I highly recommend it, it's incredibly good!
==General Morale==
So despite things being fairly quiet today, the general vibe from folks has been that we're just in a holding pattern and we're just gonna keep clowning and polite menacing until we hear more word.
== Other Cancelled Series Comparisons ==
Something cool that I saw more of today was several groups doing comparisons with other cancelled TV Shows. Thank you to @OFMDCrew for these stats on twitter.
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After they were posted, I did hear conflicting feelings on these (some felt it helped raise their mood, some felt it made it worse). So I wanted to point out a few things:
1. We've done a hell of a lot in 3 weeks (and signatures were our priority for most of the first two weeks, but once David Jenkins lit the beacon 8 days ago, we changed our focus). 2. We had a leadership change mid-all of this with Renew As A Crew. 3. Oh and there's other stuff in the world going on (Palestine) 4. As @saltpepperbeard says in their post "David only posted his "call to arms" just a little over a week ago. Eight days ago." So much has changed and we've STILL accomplished so much in that time too.
We are kicking ass, we really are, I promise you!
Across Twitter / IG / and Tumblr, several people have mentioned they feel like something's "in the air". That's totally a second hand "I have a feeling" thing but as you probably remember, quite a few of us had that as a bad feeling the morning before the show got cancelled. Now, if you're not into that kinda thing-- I would like to mention, that could just be because this crew is so fucking awesome, and that's why the vibe is so good-- because we're leaning on each other and take care of each other. Also when lovely people like @saltpepperbeard (as referenced above) write lovely responses to asks that can always help too. This post made ME feel better, I recommend giving it a read for a little perspective :)
= Cast & Crew Sightings =
1. The weekend is still pretty scarce as usual. Our pirate queen Ruibo Qian has been enjoying a lot of everyone's artwork lately. 2. Nathan Foad announced his con dates 3. Renewal Campaign Related: mostly seeing updates again from our boi Erroll Shand supporting the campaign.
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== Pets For Pirates ==
Tomorrow, Jan 29, there will be a Pets for Pirates Even! Share your Pet pictures and use the hashtags:
#PetsForPirates
#AdoptOurCrew
#SaveOFMD
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==Love Notes==
I know, I know "Jeez Abby, Shut Up We Already Know How Awesome We Are" Well good! Cause you should! But that won't stop me from saying so again! I'm serious when I say the vibe is so good right now in general because we have such a great crew. You all take such good care of each other and it shows every single day. You helped raise an extra $11,578 that are now going to charities that are going to help so many families, and kids, and that's just from the extra stuff from the Hoist The Ads Campaign -- not including everything else going on. I'm going to include a picture from one of my favorite people @thelatestkate because she does awesome work, and this one applies significantly to all of you. <3
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Daily Darby/Tonights Taika
Tonights gifs are brought you by the wonderful @celluloidbroomcloset's Posts: Rhys / Taika
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I'm literally watching Green Lanturn this moment because I needed to remember this youngin Taika, so thank you / no thank you for that, but hey I've watched worse for Rhys so I guess I can't complain.
Goodnight Lovelies <3
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yandere-sins · 1 year
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Prisoner #005
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a/n: My original idea for this didn’t quite work out how I wanted but what’s new with this project. Anyway please enjoy some insane!Scaramouche because why not lol
Fandom: Genshin Impact Characters: Yandere!Prisoner!Scaramouche x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Violence (Violence towards the reader, Scratching, Intimidation, Threads, Insults, Cornering and intruding on personal space, Mentioning of a hit-and-run, Mentioning of murder), Long Post
[Prison Project Introduction | Pinterest Moodboard]
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You always tried to live your life in a way you wouldn't regret it.
That was, until the accident.
Whenever you closed your eyes, your brain forced back memories of it as if it was happening right that second. The feeling of a body colliding with the hood of your car. The shock and surprise that tensed every muscle in your body when a person suddenly jumped in view of your headlights. The sound of bones breaking against the metal and the way crimson blood smeared all over your windshield. Logically you knew back then what to do—call an ambulance, explain yourself to the police, and say it was an accident.
So why did you bail? Swerved your car around and drove home in a panic, the alcohol in your blood screaming at you like a drill sergeant to get a move on. That alone should have been enough regret to carry for the rest of your life, but one evil always followed another.
You had never heard of the Fatui before, something they quite appreciated as they didn't want their identity to be known. But when two people rang your doorbell the next day, intruding in your home and sitting you down for a 'talk', you knew it was over for you.
Now, you were wondering why you ever accepted their 'deal'. They blackmailed you—sure, threatening to go to the police about the car accident if you didn't do as they said. They took care of your car, destroying all that linked you to the accident, but you got caught doing their dirty work anyway. Now it wasn't just one person dead and one in regret. Now it were two dead, and your life was effectively ruined. You'd not see the light of day anymore outside prison walls until you were too old to do anything with your life. If that wasn't bad enough, you were sent to the shittiest prison in the country, so you'd never forget you belonged to the scum of the earth for your doings.
Part of you really wanted to get a grip on yourself and stop the tears from falling endlessly. But no one would have believed the pain you were in. After all, you weren't the two people you killed and the many more families you left behind to mourn them. Still, after all you've been through, you had always held on to the hope that things would get better. That somehow, your life would turn around, and you could at least continue to live out your regrets in peace.
Scaramouche's hand slammed into the cemented wall next to your head, and you flinched—hard. "Stop crying!" he spat in your face, his voice like a jackhammer to your eardrums with how close he was standing. You flinched, squeezing your eyes shut and biting down on your lip to restrain your sobs. That was when you realized things would never calm down as long as you lived. You'd never have the peace you were desperate to achieve.
"I can't stand people like you! Spineless, worthless vermin being so sorry about what they did out there!"
His words, as sarcastic and true as they were, felt like blades to your skin, cutting and stabbing away at your vulnerable heart. You tried so hard to hold back your emotions, your body shaking from the strain to keep your tears contained and the bitter, metallic taste on your tongue revealing you were drawing blood while biting down your fear.
Scaramouche was only a codename; you knew that much. He was from the same organization that forced you to do the unspeakable things, and perhaps out of pity, they convinced the guards to room you with him. At first, you had been glad to have someone who shared your experiences, but by now, you weren't sure if it wasn't a cruel joke. He, at least, couldn't be more displeased with you.
Drawing his hand back, he shook his head, running his fingers through his hair as he cursed the Fatui under his breath. "Man, couldn't they have sent anyone more competent for this job? What am I going to do with someone like you? You're as useful here as you were out there! You didn't even kill that guy."
What?
"He's not dead?" you whimpered, sobs cascading off your tongue when you opened your mouth. You didn't try to hold them back as you looked at your cellmate in surprise. No one had given you any information about your victims since your conviction.
"You didn't know?" Scaramouche asked, his expression as condescending as if you were a child he needed to explain this to. "They found him in time, and he made it. Woke up from the coma today. You're looking really pathetic now. Failed and busted, who even hires people like you?"
His words reached your ears, but it was as if he spoke through noise-canceling headphones. The tears brimming your eyelids finally spilled over as a sudden and chilling relief settled inside you. You had no idea what that person you were sent to kill had done to upset the Fatui, but regardless, you were just so glad he made it. Faintly aware of the change on Scaramouche's face as he watched you realize all of this, lost in your own thoughts, you put a hand over your mouth, sobbing into your palm as you slid down the wall at your back.
Knowing that this person would be okay, that you didn't kill them, made everything fate had in petto endurable. You could go through the bullying and violence awaiting you at this prison, knowing you didn't kill this guy, whoever he was.
"What. The. Fuck."
Unfortunately, the things that made you feel relieved and hopeful only upset Scaramouche more. He made one step forward before squatting down right in front of you, his eyes narrowing in anger as he studied your expression, catching on to the little spark of relief in your eyes. "You're happy, aren't you? Ain't it great that you didn't do your fucking job."
Knowing you were treading on dangerous territory, the despair you felt returned, but you were terrible at hiding your feelings even when fear crept up your body again. "I thought I killed him..." you mumbled, not sounding apologetic at all. Your shoulders sagged as the corners of your mouth jerked upwards, clearly showing how you felt. "I really did."
When you let out your breath, you finally mustered the strength to look into his eyes. Fury glazed his gaze, but for some reason, it was warring with another emotion. Strange as it may be, while Scaramouche studied your body, sagging in relief, hopefulness rejuvenating you, he looked more and more... confused.
When he raised his hand, you flinched but quickly regained your composure and closed your eyes. Whatever he was going to do, you probably deserved it. Even if it hurt and you'd regret not fighting against it later, you'd endure your punishment. That was the resolution you came to as you waited for the inevitable pain.
But it never came.
Instead, a thumb, cold and chapped, pressed to your cheekbone, swiping along the bone even when you scrunched up your face in confused preparation for a strike. "Then why do you still cry?" he asked you, his voice an exasperated breath of incomprehension.
Squeezing your eyelids together, you slowly, hesitantly opened one to look at him. His brows were furrowed, and a disgruntled expression was edged into his face. But a child-like curiosity flared up ever so often in his gaze as he studied you as if he could not understand why you felt this way. For a moment, he didn't look so scary anymore. Nothing did. And perhaps, that made you bold.
"Because I'm glad," you explained, reaching up to wipe your eyes, turning your head, so his finger slipped off your skin. "I'm really glad he didn't die. I didn't kill him. Isn't that great?"
When you looked up at Scaramouche, he was staring at his thumb, dampened by the tears he touched. You could see the gears turning in his head as if he had a hard time following your emotional response, and eventually, his glare returned, fixating on you.
"You're so fucking weird. You took a job and didn't finish it. What's so great about that?" he hissed, rising into a stand suddenly. Swinging his foot over you, and for a moment, you expected him to kick you. You closed your eyes, preparing for an impact that didn't come. You heard his steps rather than noticed him walking away, and now it was your turn to be confused by his actions as you watched his back disappear in the distance, the cell door being slammed shut as Scaramouche stalked away angrily, holding his thumb in front of him, separate from his other fingers as if it was offending him.
"Fucking useless... Can't do anything right," he muttered as he departed, looking severely annoyed but never looking back.
Leaving you behind all alone for the first and last time ever since you were brought to this personal hell of yours.
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Peace never came.
Scaramouche made himself a bit rarer, sneering and cursing you out when he did acknowledge your presence. However, there were still enough other prisoners and guards to make your life hell. As much as you tried to avoid conflict, it was impossible to tiptoe around every angry person in this prison. Being the newbie didn't help. Things often escalated above the typical bullying that you tried to endure quietly. You could never catch your breath between incidents. Every day you woke up to a new challenge emerging for you. Strangely enough, though, you ended up fine every time, aside from the stress and fear permanently induced into you.
The reason for that? The very same cellmate that tried to avoid you like the plague.
You didn't realize it at first, but whenever a situation grew violent, he'd show up and put people into their place. You never saw someone break bones without weapons, but Scaramouche didn't seem to care that he wasn't as tall or bulky as others, bones breaking under his feet as he stomped down on every finger with glee after he brought the prisoners to their knees. He'd always turn around and bark at you, call you useless and pathetic, but saved you in the end regardless, no one coming near you after that.
Even when others began approaching you with seemingly good intentions, Scaramouche showed up. One person—another prisoner named Childe—seemed to take pleasure in interacting with you, asking you to hang out or do favors that you never got to accept or decline because Scaramouche would immediately show up and pick a fight while yelling at you to screw off now. It took a while to find out that Childe was also from the Fatui and the two of them had some shady business going on in which Childe tried to rope you in, given your connection to the organization. He swore it was just petty things like doing errands, but Scaramouche would undoubtedly shoo you away if he caught you two talking. Every. Single. Time.
Just like this, things could have been good. At least you weren't in constant pain or strung into things that would worsen your sentence. But despite having your cellmate looking out for you, you still felt lonely and scared every day. When someone wasn't activating your flight instinct or raised your blood pressure as they bullied and humiliated you, you usually withdrew yourself from prison life. You didn't fit in, and it was almost impossible to make acquaintances with Scaramouche watching over you like a hawk. No one wanted to get close to you except if they meant harm or loved your scaredy-cat attitude. Even time didn't make things better.
While you knew you deserved this punishment for what you did, it still took its toll on you. Your nights were spent crying while you muffled yourself in your pillow, hiding from your cellmate's fury. You had come to terms with not being suited for this place. Still, Scaramouche hated any sign of vulnerability as if you were trying to harm him with it on purpose.
Unfortunately, your relationship never got better, and the scowl on his face whenever he saw you never disappeared. If not for him, maybe your life could have been a bit easier, but at the same time, it was unfair to blame him when he was protecting you—willingly or not—almost every day.
However, his barely existing patience with you ended abruptly and violently when he caught you crying one evening, only just returning from god-knows-what. "Why are you still crying?!" he asked, sounding absolutely void of sympathy. Then again, why should he have compassion for you? He didn't even think of you as a person worth living.
"Sorry," you mumbled, apologizing for reasons you didn't need to apologize for. "It just happened! I- I can't stop it."
You felt like on your first day when he cornered you in your cell, all ways out blocked off by the menacingly approaching anger he radiated. When you were backed against the wall, you felt a sense of deja vu. But this time, there would be no news that could give you hope, and you were pretty sure that after all you had witnessed, this was the day Scaramouche would snap.
Just like you always did, you turned your head, readying yourself for impact, convinced that your luck had run out now that his anger was directed back at you. But instead of a slap or the sound of your bones breaking, two hands wrapped around your face, cradling your cheeks as they turned your head to face forward.
"Who hurt you this time?" he asked, and you slowly began shaking your head in his hold, unable to answer. More and more tears dripped from your closed eyes, sliding along his hands that warmed against your skin.
"Just... stop! Please!" you heard Scaramouche plead, and your eyes fluttered open, staring at him in disbelief. Pain was edged in his youthful expression, and you couldn't trust your ears to hear this right. You stared into his eyes, trying to find the usual anger and annoyance in them, feeling almost desperate to see them instead of this woeful look he gave you.
"I've been trying so hard to make you stop crying! I forced everyone to leave you alone! Why can't you stop crying finally?!"
His voice started out as a tremble, turning into agonized yelling accompanied by his fingers curling on top of your face, nails raking over your skin like a cat's claws. However, as much as you should have hurt from his nails, his touch was too gentle to harm you. Scaramouche breathed out heavily, his head falling forward, staring at the floor for a moment.
Somehow, he succeeded in making you stop crying. The confusion you felt about his behavior was enough to override the dark thoughts you'd been dealing with before, causing you to sob in the first place. You were still scared and traumatized after everything, but seeing Scaramouche vulnerable for the first time instead of yourself made you want to help him instead.
Raising your hands to his face, he caught your wrists first, hands wrapping around them in a bone-crushing grip that you didn't dare to struggle out from. When he looked up, there was so much desperation edged into every inch of his being, it was hard to look back at him. But you forced yourself, reminding yourself that you caused this.
"I tried to fix it. They roped you into this life, and I tried to fix the mess they made of you. So I made it right. Ever since you came here, I've been questioning everything! I was constantly punished for failing, but you come here and behave like it's okay to fail. And then you cry and cry and cry, no matter what I do to help you! I don't understand you! You're driving me nuts!"
Scaramouche's voice was so brittle he sounded close to tears himself. Somehow, it felt like you had changed something in him. As if your display of guilt and relief had chipped away on his years of doing this awful, dirty work that must have made him into the monster he was. But all you knew for sure was that, all this time, he had actually tried to help you—unthankful as you had been for his interferences. Now, it was your turn. You owed him that.
"I'm sorry..." you mumbled. "I won't do it again."
You meant it more broadly, not just as an 'I won't cry again'. It didn't seem to be the core of Scaramouche's problems. Instead, his unresolved doubts about his loyalty to the organization seemed to plague him after you showed him it was okay to feel differently. But if it helped him, you'd try to be a bit stronger.
His hands slid up higher until they were gripping your upper arms. All of a sudden, Scaramouche tensed up, his head shaking as you heard the hints of laughter escape, the volume increasing as did the pressure on your body, forcing you down to your knees.
"No..." he chuckled, and as you slid down, you caught his gaze, a mischievous shine having returned to them as a crooked grin crept over his lips. He looked neither as hurt as he had moments ago nor was he the same angry cellmate you came to know. The look in his eyes told a very different story. The story of someone that was beyond saving.
"No, you will do it again. You will cry, and I can't let you continue to drive me absolutely insane. So you will cry. Always. Forever."
His palms resting around your face again, he pulled at your head. You had to crane your neck to accommodate the strain as he brought your foreheads together, with him still standing above you. It hurt, your muscles tensing and trying to wiggle out of his grip, but it was unyielding.
"What?! But--”
You wanted to argue, tell him he was contradicting himself, but you could only gurgle as he pulled you upwards towards him, not high enough for you to stand up, so your weight dangled from your neck as gravity dragged you down.
"I thought you hated me crying! I thought you were trying to make it stop."
"Yes," he purred, delight spreading over his expression. "And we know it didn't work."
Fingers digging back into your skin, there was no gentleness like before. You squirmed, closing your eyes only to snap them back open when you felt his breath on your skin, the panic bringing tears to your eyes again as you felt trapped. Scaramouche looked surprised as he saw the wetness welling up again, then his grin widened, showing teeth as a delighted chuckle fell off his lips.
Any doubts about his intentions faded as you heard this, your struggle ceasing as you stared at him with a feeling akin to betrayal. For a moment, you believed him when he said he was trying to help. You believed that he, too, wasn't as rotten as everyone was trying to make him out to be. That deep down, he knew it was wrong and regretted his actions.
But not anymore.
"Why?" you whispered, slowly giving up on any fantasy you had that you'd ever have the peace you desired to repent for your wrongdoings.
"If you need a reason to cry anyway..."
His smile grew diabolically as he took great pleasure in seeing the color drain from your face, any hope or contentment you had felt disappearing into the unknown darkness your mind was thrown into. One only filled with despair. The only thing you knew was that you would never get the life you wanted, and yet... you pitied Scaramouche, who was just another victim of yours. One, you drove insane without even noticing.
"I will be the reason," he revealed, and your body went limp in his grasp.
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godstrayed · 7 months
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hello! it’s that time again i try to sell myself as a potential writing partner. i have written these in the past and been successful in occasionally finding roleplay partners who are interested in the same sorts of things as me. so i am looking for people who want to world build with me. i really like discussing plots, headcanons, and anything that can make me understand your muse better! i love sharing memes, drabbles, not roleplaying linearly and tossing around multiple threads! i don't need many people to write with but i really prefer to have a handful of people who i know well, am invested in their muses/feel super comfortable with my knowledge of their muses & pingpong my annoying ideas at them easily.
i tend to write lengthier things but i am okay with any length as long as it’s not one-liners! i also have zero interest in writing with someone who i will only have one thread with and never speak to again. 💀 i just rather focus on threads that will grow outside of just one single reaction! i like to think i am pretty easy to toss shit around with but i am a little shy so sometimes it takes a while for the ball to start rolling but once it is i am full-sending that shit.
so if you’re interested please GIVE THIS A LIKE and I WILL APPROACH YOU after i check out your muses/rules, if i haven't gotten around to it already! i am 100% gonna write the starter for whatever we come up with! i just ask if i take the time to write the starter that you reply to it at least once. failure to do so will result in me soft blocking since it happens so often and is super discouraging (and a waste of my time tbh). that might seem harsh but we could always write together when you do have the time or availability to reply.
WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ME: can call me nic! 29. cst. they/them. selective. slow replies due to work and other responsibilities. willing to make new muses for people if i really like an idea/plot! emphasis on slow activity! please keep in mind that i take a whole lot of time sometimes.
THINGS I REALLY LIKE: pacific rim, the 100, the walking dead, baldur's gate 3, queens gambit, any apocalyptic setting, harry potter series, alice in borderlands, video games, league of legends, any mcu movie, x-men series, fantasy shows/games, fairies, hunger game series, graceling & demon slayer.
TYPES OF AUS: any type of apocalypse setting, fantasy, crime aus, soulmates au, period/era verses, dystopian, slice of life, mythological, anything with werewolves, royal aus, vigilantes, & mutant aus.
VIBES: angst (tbh most of my blog is angst), fluff, horror, cliches, tropes welcome, & the occasional smut when it fits the mood.
CHARACTERIZATION: i exist in extremities. i like writing really bad villains with zero remorse or softer characters with a more righteous morality. i enjoy writing against almost everything. i am open to exploring most things and you can find out more extensively my habits through my rules.
open to any type of relationship: family/friendship/romantic/enemies. doesn’t have to be romantic. however, if it is – i always write with anyone so gender/fc/etc doesn’t every bother me. write who you want to!
be prepared to: communicate, toss around ideas, explore plots & dynamics, share your interests with me as well, & be adored / have your muse(s) adored by me & mine.
  links: muses & laws. memes. verses. wanted plots.
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halfpintpeach · 6 months
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My Masterpost
Hi hello welcome! Here's a masterpost of my AO3 works and Tumblr Tags :)
Current Ongoing:
Glacial - (Andriel, Rate T) Apocalyptic AU set in an ice age. Lots of cuddling (just for the warmth and shared body heat of course)
Faerie - (Andriel, Rated M) Fantasy AU, Andrew's best friend is a sentient plant
Game of Survival - (Kevin POV, Rated T) established secret relationship Andreil, aged up Andreil, big brother Neil (but he's also a dick)
New Beginnings - (Andreil, Rated G) stardew valley AU based off of my twitter thread!
All my series and one shots and tumblr tags are below the cut!
Professor Neil series:
An AU series where pre Palmetto, Neil was caught by his father and ended up loosing a leg. He is now a Math and Linguistic Professor and just so happens to be married to professional exy player Andrew Minyard.
Necessary Losses - (Andreil, Rated T, 9.7k) Neil bullys Kevin, Neil and his grad students go to an Exy game, Neil's mobility support dog is named Duke and she's everything to me thank youuuu
Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - (Andriel, Rated G, 3.6k) Neil has a rough day at work, loving husband Andrew stops by
It's Alright, It's Okay series:
A collection of post canon fluff pieces
Soft Mornings (Gray Skies) - (Andreil, Rated M, 1.4k) lazy mornings, cuddles, implied smut at the end
My Home Will Never Be A Place - (Andreil, Rated G, 3k) Andrew POV, soft boys
Take This Heart, Put Yourself In It - (Andreil, Rated T, 2.9k) Andrew's birthday, Neil surprises him, Matt and Andrew are roommates
Petrichor - (Andreil, Rated G, 1.8k) rainy days, Neil loves the rain
Arlo Minyard-Josten series:
In collaboration with @prince-peachie, Arlo is Andrew and Neil's adopted son.
Can You Hold Me - (Andreil, Rated G, 1.1k) Toddlers are heavy, idiots in love, Andreil are the best parents
Arlo and the Baseball Surprise - (Andreil, Rated G, 1.4k) Arlo is a prankster, Andrew has no sympathy
One Shots (updated with most recent at the top):
Sports, Balls - (Andreil, Rated E, 9.4k) Absolute filth. Background Minyard-Josten Rivalry.
Rough Draft - (Andriel, Rated M, 12k) 5+1 of the professional years Andrew and Neil aren't on the same team and the one time they finally make it
To Run - (Andriel, Rated T, 1.5k) vent fic about anxiety and panic attacks, Neil runs but always calls Andrew
Hey, Pumpkin - (Andreil, Rated G, 4.3k) Andrew gets arrested when fans spot him driving around known rival Neil's car. Nevermind that they live together and are dating
Aquascape - (Andreil, Rated G, 2k) Mermay 2023, Andrew and Neil are the size of clown fish.
Think With Your Head - (Andreil, Rated E, 9.6k) Andrew has a wet dream missing Neil
Cruel Summer - (Andreil, Rated T, 3k) AFTG Mixtape 2023, based on a Taylor Swift song, sneaking out, secret relationships
Fireside - (Andreil, Rated G, 4.7k) The Foxes take a winter vacation
Gorgeous - (Andreil, Rated M, 6.7k) 5+1 of others finding out Neil's pet name for Andrew, implied sexual content, POV alternates
Tearing My Seams, Lucid Reality - (Andreil, Rated E, 7.4k) SMUT, bottom Andrew, use of pet names, let Andrew be worshipped
Memento Mori - (pre-Andreil, Rated T, 4.2k) Neil is a grim reaper and Andrew accidenly stumbles upon him taking a soul
Covenant - (Andrew & Aaron, Rated G, 1.4k) Aaron is the first to reach out, and Andrew is the last to let go
What A Feeling - (Kevin & Andrew, Rated G, 900) Andrew and Kevin talk post Kevin's graduation
WIP Wednesday Tags:
ALL AFTG WIP Wednesday asks - what it says on the tin
ALL wips - I am so so sorry if you click this, it's a mess
Dragons AU - Andrew is a dragon shifter and Neil is a witch
Rivalry Same Team - Andreil secretly together and percieved as rivals, Andrew joins Neil's team
ASSassins - that one post about assassins trying to bone and just pulling more and more conealed weapons off of themselves
Snow White AU - vaguely Snow White inspired, no dwarves though I'm sorry
Arranged Marriage - historical fantasy AU, falling in love
Tattoo Shop/Flower Shop AU (Renison) - Tattoo Artist Allison and florist Renee
Ice Age - A glacial period apocalypse where everyone is living in another ice age
Hades and Persephone AU - exactly what it sounds like!
MerNeil - Andrew is a painter who falls into the ocean and is saved by a merman
Tutor Neil - Professor Neil prequel :) Math tutor Neil, getting together, pining, service dogs!
The Tunnel - AFTG supernatural beings AU with some provate school aspects
Teacher/Actor - Andrew is an English teacher and Neil is an A-List actor
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// This is going to be a rambling delulu post about my Scratch.
So Scratch in American Nightmare and 2 are very different. I am going to spell out my own version and interpretation of this. This will be very important for threads with MY Scratch.
What IS Scratch?
So my understanding is that Scratch is basically very similar to the Barbara we see in the first game. More or less a manifestation of the darkness. He IS Alan but he is very different. Mostly influenced by the rumors and stories people told about the missing author. He very much is a projection of the Lake. He was created by it, a character of Alan influenced by people's negative thoughts. He's handsome, charming, and evil. A twisted mixture of what Alan's fans and haters thought of him, especially after his mysterious disappearance. It also reflects much of Alan's own struggles. His ego and his self hate.
INITIATION
So we hear about Scratch a lot in Alan's chapters. Not only as a character in Initiation, but when Alan refers to the dark presence itself. I think that Alan, in AN fused with Scratch in a way. They are more or less the same entity now. But Scratch is a fictional character that Alan uses. In his novel, the cult of the word is doing ritual murders using Alan's writings. Their leader is called "Scratch". This is because their leader IS Scratch. He is in the story. He is actually the leader of the cult. Now, we know that Casey did go to New York and look into the cult. So they story we see Alan writing in the Dark Place DID happen. Scratch did those things. There was a cult. There was a Scratch. Whether it was Scratch looking like Alan or Scratch manifesting in another person, we know that Scratch was a mass murderer in New York at some time after AN but before 2. But he isn't free. What Scratch wants is to take Alan's place and escape the Dark Place. To live in a world specific to his desires. An ending where he (the Dark Presence) is all powerful and wins.
While Alan is in the Dark Place, I think Scratch communicated with these cultists to do these rituals, which def did bring him into reality. We KNOW that HE was the lead actor in the play at the hotel. So Scratch (and Alan) were setting up events to lead to Saga summoning Alan from the Dark place. Crafting a story. Alan was in a loop and forgetting. Scratch NEVER forgot. They are the same. And Scratch took over when Alan broke. We know that. Alan, imo, did use Scratch as an excuse for the actions he took (that he hated) and forgot. Which fused into Scratch, who is more or less a fictional character, Alan, and the Dark Presence itself. The eventual goal was always to get to Return.
RETURN
So when Alan gets summoned, we know already that it is BOTH of them. Scratch is laying dormant for much of it. Waiting to take control. He easily overpowers Alan's broken will. During this point, Scratch seems to be barely communicating. And tbh... Both Alan and Scratch have been in this loop for 13 years. They are both desperate. Both WANT to get out. Both losing their sanity. I see Scratch as a dark reflection of Alan. Born of all of his bad qualities, all of the people that love and hate him, and as the physical host of the Dark Presence similar to how Barbara Jagger had been.
WHY/HOW NEW YORK?
I think a big reason that Scratch was able to access New York was because of Alan. Alan was writing himself closer and closer to Alice. Driving her crazy and bringing the darkness closer and closer. That is how and why Scratch was able to make the events of Initiation true. As for Scratch's feelings for Alice. We know that he had been tormenting her in AN and planned on getting to her and killing her eventually. But when he fused with Alan, I think that changed. Like he STILL wanted to do those things. But Alan loved Alice. SO MUCH that he threw himself into endless darkness to see her. Scratch NEVER forgot the loops. He KNEW Alice was dead way before Alan did.
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What restrictions have you set for it?
Oh that one's easy.
Two sets of rules. First its the specific restriction of what I'd be using. Then things specific to V4 and onward that I swore I would never bring up or use.
The Basic set of Rules:
V1 - V3 stays the same - Everything from the first trailers till the end of V3, including the post-credits scenes, is still exactly the same. Even if its the subplots that did not work or I don't like. It is what it is, it happened the way it did. Build upon past mistakes instead of trying to "perfect" things.
Song Lyrics from the first three volumes stay - things being written still have to take into account the soundtrack lyrics (only from those specific volumes that stay), just like one would have done when theorycrafting back then.
Keep the overall "idea" of the setting mostly same as V1 through V3 - which means that its still "Somewhat contemporary" vibe of the setting and the setting is "somewhat grounded" (with exception for rule of cool) with things that could be considered "magical" being limited and ambiguous enough as to not break that suspension of disbelief. Which means the idea of magic is still limited to what's connected to "Maidens subplot". Remnant is a world built on science and myth and while there’s something in the root of it all, the best part about this setting for me was always the fact that there’s very clear limits to the world and world-building. It was the world where “magic” was a far-away fairytale that "might" have existed but majority of the world probably never was ever going to care about it or be impacted by it. It was a world after terrible strife and multiple very human very normal wars, where kingdoms were built on quite grounded and contemporary ideas with very human conflicts that sometimes might be influenced by something "out there", but would still wind up being about here and now.
Each of the leads has to have a character arc - In some cases like Blake, that would mean having to think up something new altogether. Would be weird for something called "RWBY" to have nothing on the said R, W, B and Y right? So whatever goes has to be focused on them. While other characters exist and can have stories and arcs, in the end of the day its their story and their journey first and foremost.
What would NOT be used:
Relic McGuffin Subplot - Because honestly? Its just all around ehhh and a very tired trope (ex: if you reviewed at least ten D&D RP sessions you would find something like that being used in more than half) and there already are enough things going wrong within the setting that I don't really get why they needed this? I guess it allowed the writers to basically just...not need to think up why characters are in one specific location or the other? And in some cases as a convenient exposition plot-device? And the story already has plot threads of powerful items/locations, there's no need to THIS. Also "let's go on the hunt for magic RPG Plot Items" is kind of...crass right after all the trauma and war and probably the most "grounded" end to a volume that was Fall of Beacon? So yeah, N O P E.
Salem's Evil Doom Council of Very Evil - again why does the story need this? Why does an Ancient Evil with an army of eldritch monsters at her disposal need a bunch of stereotypes? Why do we need another set of henchmen for Salem? And honestly? Whenever they would show up my brain would just start up playing the Bad Horse segment from Dr Horrible and...no. I literally expect bunch of background henchmen start singing "The evil league of evil is watching so beware" whenever Cinder's group reacts to anything there. More factions and interests in the world? Sure, but Salem does not need this and it kind of feels detrimental to how her side was portrayed in V3? The scary thing about the bad guys is not the numbers, its all the manipulation and planning that ends up working because of human nature.
A lot of V4 and onward characters - Kind of self explanatory, but since a lot of those characters are kind of one-time one-note appearances tied to specific subplots, there's not really any reason for them to be there anymore? And quite a few are kind of completely redundant. RWBY already has more than enough characters it forgets to use past their first appearance already. Doesn't mean no new or returning characters though. Just very likely not the RWBY-proper V4+ ones.
The RWBY-proper version of Menagerie and the subplot there - Because honestly I have absolutely no idea what the writers thought when doing this considering how out of touch it feels. WF subplot is already very shaky and filled with unfortunate implications in the first three volumes already. There's absolutely no need for a season long subplot filled with padding that leads to Blake delivering the equivalent of a twitter rant about how "achshually marginalized communities are as bad as literal bigots because... uhhh... burning and looting". Not to mention the fact that they basically made Menagerie be literal equivalent of rich people resort with Blake's family owning a literal freaking castle. Like you literally could just not touch WF Subplot at all past V3 and it would end up being BETTER than what was there.
Salem and Ozpin backstory from V6 and everything connected to that - so yeah got to just kind of throw all of that away. Whoooooop. Gone. "Gods did it"? Gone. Ozpin's big secret that is supposed to make everyone angry but is kind of tamest most toothless revelation ever? Gone.
The Curing of PTSD via Fear of Rats. - I have already written pages upon pages about this with how extremely vile pretty much every aspect on how Yang's trauma is handled in V4 is so I won't repeat myself.
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Dear Chicken, I hope you are well! I am not new to witchcraft, but still I am asking for your specific advice, because I am working on something that is very dear to me, and I value your thoughts. I have to break a long-standing curse that has been cast by a high-level occultist, and up to now I have only had experience with creative witchcraft (not breaking/destroying), and I have never dealt with spells intentionally cast by other practitioners. Do you have any advice for me?
Hello! Sorry you're having these troubles.
I generally recommend both keeping it simple and performing many separate actions which target many "levels."
Talking strategy, I always recommend beginning with protection before trying to break unwanted magic. It's called the Craft, after all, and practitioners are sometimes known to be horribly Crafty. You never know what might happen when you start poking at someone else's spells.
You say you do have experience, but I'll go into some detail regardless. I did make a big post about how to curse, after all. Making its inverse feels cromulent.
Protection
It is vital to always maintain a clear and proper headspace when dealing with these issues. Panic must be avoided at all costs. The practitioner must first immediately provide protection to all accursed parties and perhaps also their house mates or other relevant people.
Personal Protection
The accursed person should at all times carry a powerful amulet made specifically against malefica. Such an amulet is easily made with two or three iron nails crossed over each other and bound with thread (red or black being ideal). This amulet should be dedicated to some powerful spirit, god, or angel who is famous for breaking bad magic.
As curses may easily affect room mates, this amulet may be provided to anyone who is willing to wear it.
Iron is very good for breaking magic - all magic. Any practitioner might find they need to remove this specific ward and rely on others while casting.
If this becomes problematic for a regular caster, an amulet made from a black stone (perhaps combined with knot magic) will also serve; but it will only deflect malefica, and not destroy it like iron will.
All such amulets must be carefully looked after and revitalized with offerings, prayer, and so on. Ensure they are fed once a month while you need them, but as often as once a day or more if things are going particularly tits-up in your world.
Property Protection
The accursed person should be provided with a home ward made specifically against malefica.
A strong one may be made in this fashion: in a small container, gather dirt, gravel, stones (etc.) from the four corners of the property. If the person lives in an apartment, this means the entire apartment park, and so on.
When taking these things, leave a small offering for the spirits of the land (a sprinkling of tobacco will do) and explain to them your purpose.
Later, in your casting space, put specific details on a piece of paper: the names of all beings that live in the home (including pets), the exact address, and what is to be protected against (malefica). Put this in the container.
Obtain three ingredients: a hot dried pepper (powdered or flaked is fine), something sharp (broken glass, etc), and something strongly protective (figurine of a guard dog, a black stone, dill weed, etc.)
Explain to each spirit its purpose: the pepper burns up and chases away all malefica, burning it horribly until it returns to its master. But if any malefica gets beyond the pepper, it will be shredded by the sharp thing so it bursts like a water balloon. But even if it should get past the sharp thing, the final spirit will perfectly guard all members of the household and prevent any thing from reaching them.
This container must be vitalized with fervent prayer to a spirit, god, or angel who has an interest in helping the people being protected. Give offerings to the jar as if it were itself a spirit, and also to the helpful being(s) being prayed to.
When the operation is nearly complete, finally dedicate the container to that helpful being with a prayer like this: that if the spell gets past the pepper, and the sharp thing, and the guardian, then the inhabitants will be protected by that powerful being, who cannot be overcome by any spell.
Store this container anywhere in the home.
Of course, many charms will add a great deal of protection to the home if they may be applied: horseshoes over doorways; protective oils or powders along thresholds, drains and vents; holy symbols by the front door, and so on.
Investigation
The issue of protection being put to rest, the practitioner does well to investigate the matter at hand.
This is somewhat of a sticky suggestion as there may be many variables to consider, and the utility of investigation may be limited. A practitioner must investigate where prudent, but never use it as an excuse to avoid action. As intuition or logic dictates, sometimes it's just best to get on with things.
A practitioner should also be wary of trying to find out everything about a curse. Broad strokes are much more helpful than no information at all, but a detailed portrait may actually muddy the waters.
Finally, this information may be truly irrelevant. Depending on the practitioner's relationship with the otherworld and their own abilities in spellbreaking, the very first counterspell they try might work regardless of the details of the original.
Generally, I recommend a brief investigation (one or two questions posed to a divinatory tool) and let the matter be put away. Only return to it if protections and counterspells seem to be failing.
A useful form of divination may be employed like this: create a simple casting board out of paper. Draw a circle and divide it into the seven celestial bodies, or whatever foundational powers you believe in. Ensure each slice of the pie is marked.
Focus on wanting to know the powers of the spell you must break. Take several dried beans and drop them on the paper. See where they fall. If they fall close to the center, this may indicate a weak or faded power; if they fall close to the edge, this may indicate an intense power.
Also ask what powers are best to reduce the spell, and any other questions you may have.
Spellbreaking
Generally, you'll want to play by Pokemon rules: find out what forces power that person's spell, and counterattack with whatever beats that.
If this is impossible or impractical, there are a few good allies who can help regardless. My general feelings on approaching spellbreaking are very similar to my feelings on protection. This older series I have may have valuable information for anyone trying to choose allies: Witchcraft 101: Protection Explained (Part 1: Aggressive. Part 2: Defensive. Part 3: Illusory. Part 4: Neighborly.)
I also wrote a spell format (incidentally, framed specifically for spellbreaking) which may be applied to engaging with any ally for help.
You will want to include a few details if possible: the name and general location of the curse-caster, exactly what you want to occur to the ongoing magic, and so on.
While "return to sender" spells absolutely reek of poetic justice, it is wise to consider whether or not a person ought to return a spell to a very advanced practitioner. Staying off a person's radar is a very powerful tool of protection, and sending someone's own spell back to them is a great way to get their attention. Advanced practitioners often have complex wards, powerful guardians, and an irritating intuition for exactly whom to blame.
Strategically speaking, it is probably best to slough off any magic and return it to the earth.
You may want to cast multiple spellbreakers, ideally calling on different allies (although it does not have to be a different ally for each one), and each operation ideally overseen by some powerful spirit, god, angel, etc., that has an interest in helping the accursed parties.
We circle back around to the beginning: keep it simple. Target many levels. Call on some allies to tear the spell up, others to carry it away, others to bury it within the earth, and so on. Call one some allies that are solar, others martian, others saturnine, etc. Ask some to destroy the physical effects of the curse, and others to destroy the magic itself.
Of course, it may end up that only one spell is ever needed. But if the situation proves resistant, it's best to take a step to the left and try again.
Helpful Actions
The accursed person(s) should undertake a period of heavy-handed spiritual hygiene. The practitioner should prepare highly cleansing waters, oils, or salts to be used by the accursed person in the shower at least once a day. It should be especially applied to the top of the head, the palms and soles of the feet, and the back of the neck.
A very protective prayer (psalms work well) should be provided to the accursed persons for them to repeat as often as possible, but at least once a day, perhaps when the cleansing materia is employed.
Having the accursed deeply clean their resting area will be helpful, if possible.
Additional spells for unbinding and way-clearing will be very helpful.
We may imagine a curse as being like a wagon stuck in the mud. The deep, sticky mud has trapped the wagon. We can get shovels and shovel out the mud - that's spellbreaking. But if we diversify our plans by putting down gravel so the wheels may get traction and hitching the wagon up to a stronger horse, getting free of the mud will be much, much easier.
So when assisting an accursed person, place, or object, never forget to simultaneously bless, assist, and improve the situation of the accursed as much as you seek to reduce the curse. This will have the effect of "loosening" the curse's hold.
These actions also have the effect of psychologically calming the accursed, which is important.
The accursed should maintain a period of strict spiritual hygiene for at least a week, or until there is some confirmation the curse is broken. Then, they may cease their efforts.
Realistically Speaking
Sometimes, curses will prove so resistant to undoing that a practitioner needs to cut their losses, as it were. A very good occultist can figure out how to make a spell last for a very long time. There's also the possibility that, if the grudge is strong enough, the occultist is actively working the magic and simply renewing it.
If a curse declines to be broken after several good efforts, the practitioner might consider switching their goals to the long-term. Essentially, this means permanently protecting against the curse and taking steps to mitigate its effects.
An old friend of mine was under such circumstances. She wore a ring and never took it off. It's as simple as that. (She did take it off, once, and her leg was immediately broken in several places by a skateboarder).
Spiritual hygiene may be reduced or replaced with less intensive methods and performed perhaps once a month, or as needed. Protections should be fed and cared for on a regular basis - again, perhaps once a month.
The accursed should learn to watch for signs that the curse is "kicking up" and learn prayers, spells, or actions that mitigate damage.
A curse which proves resistant to one practitioner may not be resistant to another. After time passed, initiations obtained, and skills learned, the same practitioner may suddenly be able to resolve the problem.
In the Case of Nonhuman Accurseds
All the above advice is phrased for a person to be the target of the curse, but the advice may easily be applied to any other situation.
Pets, objects, and areas may all be cleaned, protected, blessed, and uncrossed. The practitioner only needs to be mindful of health concerns (as salt scrubs do poorly for both pets and nature) and modify actions as necessary.
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Meet the Writer
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?
(CANON MUSES) - Hyperfixation or go home. Aerith has been a character I have written since about 2016, but before writing for her I always had a strong attachment. I was actually scared to write her because of how attached I was, because what if my thoughts didn't do her justice? She was my first heartbreak in a videogame, and I know for a fact when I discovered fanfiction I was only interested in Aerith-centric stories. I'll have to break them out of baby jail but I have the Play Arts Vol. 1 Aerith and Tifa figures from around 2005, they're stowed away under my bed "for safe keeping" from my era of not displaying the things I love most. (OCs) - I began roleplay through creating original characters in original settings, and to be honest it's way more fulfilling than worrying about canon portrayal because you bend and grow your own character as you see fit. I think my roleplay journey is something embarrassing like 8 year old Muddy honking with other 8 year old friends with tabletop RPGs, then 12 year old Muddy honking on neopets writing one liners with other 12 year olds, to 13 year old Muddy being introduced to teenchat which had chat rooms specifically for roleplay that were flooded by horny old men (asl?) and a few actual writers, and from those few actual writers I learned that we could simply write over MSN messenger to each other without the creeps! Then a 14 year old Muddy was introduced to something called IMVU which was like sims but chat bubbles wow cool! Insert a period where I dropped off from that noise for a couple of years because of schoolwork. 17 year old Muddy returned, and started over new with this nonsense, and I eventually met my viking of a friend Odin and shifted to the IMVU forums into a little RP group, proceeded to roleplay little pieces over MSN until that exploded and then over to AIM. Then life happened and I fell out of roleplay for a while. By the time I swung back into wanting to write again (fueled by my discovery of fanfiction) I didn't know where to go so I googled "where do people write together" and some crunchy old yahoo answers post pointed me to Tumblr. This is all to say that in my writing journey, before I started writing here on Tumblr, I only ever wrote original characters.
ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?
Combat scenes. Cool to imagine, cool in media, cool concepts. Writing those fuckers out? Hard pass, I'm absolute garbage.
ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?
Let's be honest, I love me some fluff. I think happier moments are the kind of thing I write the most, and when there can be a deep emotional connection that then allows me to have fun with the not so happier moments. It might be a surprise but I really enjoy grim dark kind of gritty themes too, but I have to be in the right mindset, preferably writing with behind the scenes hollering and still have a theme of hope. If it's a hopeless setting and nothing matters and it's all bad I tend to feel crushed.
ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?
They come to me in visions. I think I form headcanons the way most people do, I had a life experience (I DID THIS THING, WOULD MY CHARACTER DO???), witnessed something in media (fast motorbike COOL LADY ON FAST MOTORBIKE maybe could be my cool lady) or there was a headcanon prompt that made me think about something specific.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?
I can only write in silence. If I manage to write with noise, I'm distracted and the product is usually... meh.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?
The vast majority are winged, but my best replies tend to be for threads where behind the scenes we have "AND WHAT IF THIS" anywhere up to 10 years into the future already. Even having those "AND WHAT IF THIS" moments it's nice to reach the actual moment in a thread and realise how the characters might react way differently at that point.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?
Yee. Romance is fun, but I also enjoy 'shipping' in a sense of 'exploring a deep relationship' which can be completely platonic. Found family. Friendships. Mentors.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?
Muddy. Real name Kristy, also misheard a lot as Krissie which I surprisingly like better.
ᴀɢᴇ?
Fossilised.
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?
May 20 BC.
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?
This answer always changes. At the moment it's deep greens / turquoise / white.
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?
My favourite songs tend to be the ones that can stir emotions at more than a surface level 'oh this sounds nice!' Aerith's theme is an obvious hard hitter and I know that I appreciate a lot of the FFXIV OST for the emotional damage it gifted to me in the past. Then there are artists like Aurora Aksnes and Florence Welch who always captivate me.
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?
My answer for this and the next question is still the same as the last time fhreugwiq. Damsel on Netflix.
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?
Last show I watched was when I joined a discord stream to watch through a dear friend's favourite anime with them. I'm horrible and don't know the name. Next show I intend to watch was at the suggestion of a best fren. I have a problem with only rewatching my favourite shows or only watching things people ask me to.
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?
O' Death (Haunted Version) — Bobby Bass.
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?
Flavour slapping me in my face, please. Begone my childhood of boiled wet vegetables without seasoning. If I have to pick an all time favourite, it's gotta be this chicken tikka masala curry recipe my oldest brother introduced me to, which coincides with the time that I started to realise food didn't have to be boring.
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?
I don't much take notice tbh, I live in North Queensland where there isn't an insane amount of difference between the seasons — Summer real hot, Winter wear your light jumper for a week or two but peel it off by the afternoons. I guess Autumn is my favourite because that's when fresh figs and persimmons are on the supermarket shelves.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?
Gestures at Skit and Vers like I'm Chris Pratt and they're the raptors. Can bang on about anything with this pair, there are rare moments where I have that "oh, that wasn't very normal of me" thought about something I said but then they return the same energy.
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Tagging: ANYONE! YOU! STEAL IT! I don't know who has done this one already.
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Hey 👋 I've seen your page and you're really indepth and accurate about bnha, really great analysis. Can I ask you where you think bnha is going as a series? Or like, what messages are trying to be pushed and if they're right or not? Because where we are now it's really hard to tell.
The heroes haven't really learned much about how things got this way, and even when they're told how the villains got where they are, the heroes (and the hero kids) don't really commit to (even attempt to) changing anything to make sure things don't wind up right back where the story is now.
Speaking specifically on the mutant plot you wrote that great critique on, shouji's answer of basically 'shine so bright it makes the racists feel bad' did not seem like a good sign for the future. can I ask how you feel about that part too?
An ask! My first ask! I didn't think I'd ever get an ask, actually. And! And it's a juicy one! Plenty to dig my teeth into here....
Where it's going is simple, yet complicated in a weird way. Where we are, now, Hori has finally decided on a direction and seems firmly attached to it, after zig zagging in messages and themes throughout the entire storyline, so in that sense, the end goal is clear. The problem is he took so long to make up his mind on what even wants that he left himself a giant pile of plot threads to deal with, and I am not only positive he can't resolve them all well, I'm not even sure he can even end them all, they're all so many and all over the place, and so much of it is deeper and complex that the story they're actually in.
This is the reason you're confused, by the way; all the themes, back stories and plot threads that Hori has just... decided to not use, are still there, he just left them hanging. Like Corrupt Heroes, when all the heroes we see are good, Endeavour, the lone asshole, is now defacto redeemed, and even the originally somewhat dubious Mt Lady, who was money obsessed, is fully on the straight and narrow. Everyone talks about 'corrupt heroes' (and acts like Stain has actual depth when what we have is flat out a two dimensional character) throughout the story but we never see them, because Hori realized he didn't actually want to get into how dark that would be. It's why Hawk was killed and replaced by New Hawks, and Deku (like my earlier post, I'm going to be putting a firm line between 'Izuku', and 'Deku', where Deku is a hollowed out version of Izuku, with all his defining traits scraped away to make room for power and The Plot, and Izuku is an actual human being with depth that we haven't seen a long time now) doesn't even blink at Lady Nagant's entire everything, before he revealed she was Good The Whole Time as he defeated her: because Hori abruptly changed directions and all the story build up before that point was suddenly retconned into nonexistence.
The direction Hori seems to have chosen, barring a last second 180, is what I call a 'True Shonen'; that is to say, he has committed fully to the themes of Friendship and Being A Good Person overcoming all obstacles, no matter how ludicrous the odds against it. The ending, then, will be Deku, maybe with some help, killing AFO and Saving The Day, and then Everything Is Better, probably with a timeskip to years later to show how much better everything has become. Now, in theory, that's not a bad thing. In practice, MHA is one of the most theoretically political shonen mangas I've ever seen, and until recently Hori has been trying to thread the line between a normal shonen plotline and the deep ideas and concepts he's introduced, and done that terribly, so there's a lot things that are going to happen that are going to be... awkward, to say the least.
In a True Shonen, for example, the Hero always wins. Not only that, when they reach the full potential of their powers at endgames like this? They get everything they want. Every goal is achieved, with only one or two token sacrifices, and some victories being symbolic or incomplete, and at worst the cost is just themselves. One of the places we're going to run into problems, though, is that Deku has committed to saving Shigaraki. And that is going to happen, Shigaraki will be saved, one way or another.
The problem is Shigaraki himself. Shigaraki was, at the point right before AFO stepped in to conveniently make him helpless and ripe for Deku to vibe on saving, utterly insane in a way I don't know the technical words to describe, but his goal is easy to name: omnicide.
Shigaraki was a fucked up man child that had never had a life, and didn't know how to be a person, until he went through the trials his mentor arranged for him to grow. When he finished and, for lack of a better word self actualized, he gained a goal that was all his for the first time.
That goal was to kill every living creature on the planet, destroy everything on the planet, until there was nothing left. Shigaraki's ideal endgame is a barren world of dust and ash, save for maybe five cities where Japan used to be that his friends live in. These cities have all their stuff, cute prey for Toga to hunt, and possibly some slaves to do things for them (though we're ignoring how that'd destroy all ability to make things like they'd want on a reasonable level, like clothes and food, but whatever), and that's about the only feature left on this bleak, empty world of grey.
Shigaraki has killed, at least, hundreds of people, and is at least indirectly involved in the deaths of thousands more. He has no idea how to live anything near to a normal life. Every one of his skills revolve around killing, or video games.
That is what Deku wants to save, because in the set up we're in, Shigaraki isn't the enemy anymore. He's the rival character, and he just happens to be possessed by the actual big bad. Picture Naruto trying to save Sasuke, if Sasuke was fully possessed by Orochimaru; that's the kind of energy that's happening here. Except, you know, it isn't. They're foils in many ways, but the set up for this kind of situation has never been a thing. That's where the 'kid' in Shigaraki came from, to explain this and skip over years of connections and build up that are sorely lacking to explain why Deku would want to save him.
Not even mentioning what the 'saving' would look like: maybe Shigaraki will go Darth Vader on AFO and mutual kill him, redeeming himself in the process. Maybe Deku will, and I'm not screwing with you, pull the fucking kid out of him, and that kid will just be innocent of Shigaraki's sins. Maybe it'll be like the last chapter of Naruto, where infamous traitor Orochimaru, famed for his human experimentation on orphans, and the ex-leader and founder of a hostile military state, is somehow in charge of the orphanage, and in the same way Shigaraki will just be magically reintegrated back into society somehow. Who knows?
This? This is just one problem with the end we're going towards, and there's plenty more beyond that. Dabi, for example, needs to be saved as well, to resolve Shoto's Endeavor's character arc. He can't just die, he can't just be locked in jail forever, he needs to come to some sort of peace with his family; the story will not end any other way. In it's own way, though, this is almost worse than the Kidaraki thing, since while Shigaraki was basiclly thrown into villainy, without any context on how not to do that, Dabi went willingly to his damnation, but it doesn't matter because it will happen.
So yeah, where we're going is easy. The ride there, though? Woo boy, that's going to be fun.
On the origins of villains and the complete refusal to deal with their causes? Yeah, that's another one of those big threads left to hang: MHA is a theoretically 'real' world, just with super powers in it, and that means it's complicated, and there's politics, and things don't work out for everyone. All of that? Yeah, that's a bunch of stuff Hori just... started ignoring a while ago, and at this point, i would bet actual money he never will really focus on again. Oh, Deku might make some lip service to it at a climatic moment with Shigaraki, and there's probably going to be a time skip with the problems 'solved' (and yet there'll be villains for new/old heroes to face dramatically anyways), but that's it. To realistically deal with the causes of villainy would require a lot of work on things like poverty, mental health, racism in general, and the insane amount of bystander syndrome in the setting, all of which are never happening beyond a surface level take.
Although, now that I mentioned it... man, Hori seems to hate civilians, doesn't he? I'm not really going anywhere with this, I just wanted to talk about that briefly, but the general public is always wrong in MHA, aren't they? Or, really just about anyone who isn't a hero or a villain is both useless and stupid. He uses 'the civilians' exclusively as props to push his message, usually by a hero explaining why what they're saying is dumb and bad, or as scapegoats to try and push the blame on, and it's just kinda weird isn't it?
And oh, the mutant plot. Oh, that response. Anon, you may not know this, but I loathe every part of that, and I would love to tell you why.
Let me sum up briefly his argument and explain why each part is wrong:
We start off with 'Don't be upset and act out about the discrimination you face, or your children will be next.' Like, I'm paraphrasing here, obviously, and equally obviously I'm slanting it negatively. Still, though the way I put it makes it sound like a threat, and maybe in some undertones it is, honestly the main reason this is shit is the fact that they're here means their children are being discriminated against, already. They aren't going to be in a giant mob following a villain, who is famously part of an organization that has destroyed several cities and killed who the fuck knows how many people, against law enforcement and the super law enforcement, unless they really, really think that this is their only way out. That, in the entire setting, with normal police, and the hero system that is loudly broadcasting that they will save you, the only person who is on their side, the only person who can possibly make change happen for them, is Spinner. These are people so trapped and cornered that they're trying to chew their metaphorical arms off to escape, and Shoji is saying there will be an 'escalation' of their situation that has to be a fact of life for them already.
This, somehow, along with city mutants (who according to their own words just a chapter or two ago are de facto living a different life than them and don't understand what it's like to be a country mutant) joining hands with normal humans, is enough to stop them, because.... they get to watch the people they know have it better than them demonstrate their lack of trauma?
Seriously, let me stop here a second. Let's ignore, for a minute, the sheer layers of stupid here, and take this as written: These people are desperate, and feel so abandoned by society that the only person they think is on their side is a villain. They follow him in siege on a hospital against a backdrop of heroes and police. Let's further pretend that this was, some the fuck how, a good argument. Would that even stop them? They're stuck now; they've come this far, in a something far beyond a riot, lead by a defacto enemy of the State. Just stopping it like this and leaving isn't going to make things go back to normal, it's not going to make them better, it's going to screw them over. The second they did this they were committed, because shonen logic aside, do you think law enforcement is going to forget this? Forgive this? Unless AFO wins, they haven't put their cause back by three years, they've fucked up by decades; every mutant is going to be viewed as a villain just hiding how sinister they are. The very act of doing this is tying them, ride or die, with AFO and the League, and burned the bridges behind them. They can't go back now.
Moving on, Shoji then says that, 'the reason you all gathered here, in a small army, isn't wrong, and the fact that you were able to operate beyond the level of a thoughtless animal and stop when I told you too makes it seem to me you were all shining like the fucking Luminescent Baby'. I shit you not, he compliments them on the fact they 'kept thinking'. I don't care what translation ends up official, I can't see any way anything that vein isn't insulting bullshit with the subtext of, 'The fact that you listened to me is why I think you kept thinking, and if you ignored me, you wouldn't be thinking'. Quite a fucking high horse you're on there, Shoji. Oh, and a token black hero then apologizes for being ignorant to their plight, which is just a special touch on top of everything else.
And now for the good part: "Let's use the fact that you're all Luminescent Babies to change the people hurting us! They'll look in awe of how you glow and be so embarrassed that they'll become better people out of shame!"
I'm going to dial back the snark here because this is the meat of the argument, along with the actual question asked to me (lol), and I want to seriously address how bad this is. What this argument is saying, basiclly, is to be perfect, take the high road, and you'll shame your abusers into no longer abusing you, into no longer being racist. In general, this kind of thing, a disadvantaged minority having to be better than their peers for approval, isn't new; this is old as fuck. What this does, all this does, is allow the person in question to keep their job against all the people who hate them and want them to stop getting above themselves. That doesn't solve anything, that is a step: the true change that they're talking about is long, and hard, and complicated. In fact, I can say in total confidence that historically, it is proven that doing this has not, in fact, magically stopped racism or sexism from being things that exist.
Seriously, Hori, what the fuck.
So, yeah, this is pure shit, basiclly. If this was actually how the world proceeded, off this logic, nothing would get better, but again, that logic isn't going to matter with how the story is going; things will be 'better' regardless of what the heroes actually do or don't do to fix the problem.
And... I think that's everything you asked, Anon. Thanks for the ask!
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Alrighty then.
So.
This is gonna be one of those posts, unfortunately. One of those where I admit that things are too busy on my side and I've just been trying to hide it really well, but I can't anymore. I finally hit my limit.
TL;DR: I am now shuttering all my blog here indefinitely until otherwise stated due to personal reasons, I will be working only on the ones on the other account (@maddys-mad-menagerie-asks and @maddys-mad-menagerie ) to give them the love and attention they deserve and that I, myself, will only be here in lurking mode, thus reachable only by IMs and on Discord.
Actual reasons why and some exposition below the cut.
So, the immediate reason I'm doing this? Too much on my plate that I actually need to focus on and Tumblr will pull me away from it. Not a bad thing, mind you, but I need to focus these next few weeks.
In these next few weeks, starting tomorrow of when I post this originally, will have to:
-Go to a wake, funeral and an Army service for my great uncle tomorrow. This is the one who lived with us for the last couple years and I've been asked to be a pallbearer with all that I did for him in these last years of his life. I am both honored to help and so very exhausted to see another family member gone so soon. I don't know if it is weird to handle it this way, but I am exhausted by others' deaths. Not that they happen, but how others react and act around the death of others. I know it's coming and all the signs, but I know everyone handles death differently.
-In the next week or so, it is time for our annual family Christmas Party. Didn't have them the last two years cuz of Covid, thankfully, but I don't wanna hear any shit about it at the party. My family is one-half conservative and one-half progressive and all halves euuugh. Hopefully, it'll go as smoothly as it used to, but I have a sneaking suspicion it miiiiiiight not.
-After that, I've got a surprise visit to my great uncle, who doesn't live with us, to spend Christmas Eve with him. I found out he couldn't go to a party he wanted to cuz of stairs, so I'm gonna go spend time with him and let him know he's loved and appreciated.
-Some time after that, maybe another family Christmas party? That one's still up in the air, so we'll see.
-The annual New Year's party with my friends. All at once house, movies and music and sleepover and the IHOP in the morning on New Year's Day.
That's all the stuff coming up, so yeah. The other reasons I am stepping away for a bit is a combination of things, but two stick out to me: I feel like I'm not doing anything up to my full potential, so I, in turn, don't feel like I'm good enough by my own standards.
I know it's the anxiety talking and I'm sure none of you actually think the worst of me and even I know that, but I don't always win that argument. This is one of those times. I love you all and I know you all love me back in your own ways, so I'll leave it at that before I say anything particularly stupid and put my foot in my mouth.
I'm gonna take a break for the rest of the year and reassess what I want to do here and with myself. When I come back, who knows what'll happen? For now, poke me in IMs or Discord for things and I'll be lurking.
Feel free to ask if you wanna continue threads or start any new ones when I come back, but yeah. Maybe I'm calling it too early, so I shouldn't say that, bleh. Anyway, see y'all around soon and have a safe and happy holidays and New Year.
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carpedanneel · 1 year
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Ya’ll are fucking wild here. no wonder why this rp has just been the same 5 people for the last 4 years. But I thought maybe things are different, maybe it’s changed. Wrong. Admin, you still make rules to cater to the admin or the “inner” 3 other members they’ve deemed “worthy”. You make rules that cater to pretty much you only. You dont care about how you make other people feel, as long as you're getting your way. And the members here have been so brainwashed by the bullshit either theyre too scared or too intimidated to say anything. You still find a way to corrupt people from playing certain fc’s you have history with STILL forcing history on certain fc’s. A history ONE player expects you to remember every detail to even if you don’t like the plot. That one player who makes SO MANY people uncomfortable, whether they want to admit it or not, who also just happens to be the main admin. The main admin who doesnt even do a god damn thing on the main, and then will make every excuse as to why not. Sarah, you’ve found so many ways to provoke, gaslight, bully, guilt or force threads, histories, plots on probably every single player here. It’s gross. You deserve every call out youve gotten. But I don’t even 100% blame you. I also blame most of the spineless people you claim to be your “friends”. Here they complain and shit talk behind your back but then turn around and lick the ground you walked on. But probably because you’ve bullied them into it. I love how you post this long ass thing from the main saying how this place isn't for everyone and if youre bothered, blah blah. Just say this place is for you to do whatever tf you want whenever you want, and be done with it. At least be honest. How many times did you ask if you should drop certain chars looking for pity and how many people begged you to stay, Sarah? No one. That's telling. But its good to know this group is only here for you and your bullshit. Since this group is "anything goes" then the second someone calls your character out ic, you do the same thing you do ooc and come up with every excuse on why youre not wrong. Amd then kick them out! Maybe instead of always blaming everyone both ic and ooc, maybe look inward.I tried, I really tried to come in with an open mind that maybe this place had changed over the many years, but it clearly never will.Also, on the subject of bullying, Lena, you're also a god damn bully, which is funny since youre barely even on. But you still found a way, thought it was okay to message me and try to get me to drop ashley. First time we spoke you instantly were guilting me saying I swiped up Ashley before you could. And then to actually IM me the other day trying to guilt me into giving her up? So fucking rude. But at least you got your wish. Ya’ll have zero class. RP should be fun. This place sucks the fucking life out of you. I now remember why Sarah used to be banned from so many hollywood rps back in the day and why this place was basically blacklisted. Why i used to have to block her and other members here from my character pages bc youd steal shit. I bet I could log onto an old blog and find FANMAILS of her TRYING to force ships and plots in old rps, thats how long its been going on. I will say i do feel bad for some of the quality players in this group. I just dont know why you put up with it when there are groups out there where you dont have to be foeced into ships or plots just bc youve known someone for so long. Where you dont have to NOT come on the dash bc a player/character is being redundant and miserable 24/7. You dont have to sit here and keep letting sarah and this group take advantage of you. Anyways, I'm out. To the few here who actually reached out to plot or even just to chat, ya'll are cool and feel free to dm me or hmu on discord. New members, I'd beware if I was you.
@carpediem-celebrpg
Just for context, this was what I wrote in the ooc of an rp I just left. I'm sure it got deleted but I wanted to put it in the tags to let the rpc know this rp is still a problem and so are some members. Beware if joining, it's all shady.
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blitzrod · 2 months
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#BLITZROD — an independent, private/mutuals only & selective roleplay blog for RENO OF THE TURKS from FINAL FANTASY VII. Primarily based on REMAKE, with large influences from BEFORE CRISIS/CRISIS CORE, ON THE WAY TO A SMILE and THE KIDS ARE ALRIGHT. The events from the ORIGINAL FFVII and ADVENT CHILDREN COMPLETE are taken into account, but my portrayal of Reno only takes little from those portrayals of him. ⚡
18+ ONLY / MULTIPLE VERSES AND AUS AVAILABLE / HIGHLY SELECTIVE MULTISHIP / DON'T APPLY FANONS TO MY PORTRAYAL!
Written & loved by Faye, 30, she/her, CET timezone. Beta Editor only! ❤
Currently low/sporadic activity. Multimuse: @celestrahl Graphic Comm Blog: @rysingdawn
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Mobile Rules can be found below the cut! ⬇
⚡ First off, don’t be an ass. Godmodding, infomodding, metagaming, whatever else these things are called, have no place here. Don’t kill Reno. Don’t kill any of the Turks or Rufus right in front of him without discussing it first.Character =/= Writer, I’m not Reno and if Reno is being an ass to your character that doesn’t mean I’m being an ass towards you. If you have criticism, please remain respectful and constructive when sending it in. Anon hate will be deleted/blocked.
⚡ I don’t consider myself affiliated with the FFVII or generally the FF RPC.
⚡ I’m strictly interacting with mutuals only. If I didn’t follow back I either don't know anything about your character’s fandom, find your blog lacking information and/or simply cannot see us interact. I’m also trying to keep my dash a comfortable space for myself so please don’t take it personally if I don’t follow back. But if I do follow you, I’m interested in writing with you – and I will assume the same if it’s the other way around.
⚡ I’m selective, or rather, Reno is. Please don’t get discouraged or disappointed if you see me replying to certain threads with certain writing partners only, or only to threads in certain genres.
⚡ I generally prefer writing threads over meme responses, and I love plotting. Winging it is cool, but expect me to ask questions to get the setting and other things right. Either way, I usually tend to write semi-paragraph, paragraph and multi-paragraph things with the occasional one-liner.
⚡ I encourage you to turn my ask responses into threads! I always put in character asks into a new post anyway, so feel free to reblog that and add your reply! No need to ask beforehand!
⚡ Please do not apply any fancanons to my Reno. It has happened before – I know there are a lot of popular fancanons for Reno, but I don’t care how popular or widely accepted all of those are, I disagree with like 99% of them and don’t want any of them applied/assumed to my portrayal. My interpretation of Reno is my own, primarily focused on the REMAKE, with large influences from BEFORE CRISIS, CRISIS CORE, ON THE WAY TO A SMILE and THE KIDS ARE ALRIGHT, with my own headcanons applied, which were inspired by all of the available VII media. The events & timeline from OG and Advent Children are taken into account, but my portrayal of Reno only takes little from those portrayals of him in terms of characterization. Please respect that. If you’re looking for a Reno who takes all your favorite fancanons of him into account, mine isn’t the one.
⚡ Relationships in all forms (romantic, platonic, familial, rivals) are welcome, however there has to be chemistry and I would like if you asked me beforehand and if we’ve written before. One-sided crushes and unrequited feelings are okay, just don’t force your character on mine. Please note that Reno can be difficult to bond with – due to the nature of his job it’s hard to even get close enough to get to know him at all, though I’ll gladly try to work out something via plotting.
⚡ I will practice mains and in rare cases ship exclusives, but not affiliates or general exclusivity.
⚡ Duplicates/Variants are, honestly, a bit tricky for me. I’ve had both good and bad experiences with them in the past. Overall I’m trying to be indifferent towards them. I hope you understand that I’m a little hesitant regarding this!
⚡ I am OC friendly! How could I not be, having my own OCs over on my multi? The only point where I draw the line is when it comes to OCs who are siblings, children or other relatives of canon characters.
⚡ NSFW isn’t very likely to occur here. I will not write smut, should any thread ever go in that direction it will fade to black before anything spicy can happen. I’m not someone to write anything blood & gore related in explicit detail either, but do note that due to the nature of Reno's job as a Turk, some threads could potentially get very dark.
⚡ Triggers will be tagged as _____ tw and _____ cw so make sure to blacklist yours this way. If you have a rather uncommon/rare trigger that you need tagged, please let me know!
⚡ Do not drag me into drama. Do not blame me for your inability to communicate and talk things out properly. If something bothers you, please come to me instead of ghosting me and then vaguing on your blog. I'm very understanding and will appreciate if you point out something I've said/done wrong! I would never hurt you or anyone else intentionally.
⚡ Do not take anything from this blog. Be it icons and/or other graphics I’m using in my own posts, headcanons and/or parts of my theme code. I created/wrote/edited these things myself (for some things see credits below) and would very much appreciate it if you could just leave them be. I’ve had quite a few bad experiences with theft in the past, so this is something I feel I have to mention.
⚡ Lastly, hi! I go by Faye, I’m 30, she/her, from Germany. I’m honestly just a big nerd for video games and I love music, writing, graphic editing, reading and more. I just generally love being creative and am passionate about everything I create. I don’t know what else to tell you here, but if you ever wanna get to know me my IMs are always open, and my Discord is available for mutuals. If you’re reading this, I hope you have a good day!! ❤
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celestrahl · 9 months
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#CELESTRAHL — an independent, mutuals only and selective multimuse roleplaying blog featuring characters from various video games!
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CURRENT PRIMARY MUSES: Tae Suzuya (FFVII OC), Nero (DMC), Serah Farron (FFXIII-2)
CURRENT SECONDARY & TERTIARY MUSES: Violet Celeste (FF OC), V (DMC), Oerba Dia Vanille (FFXIII), Noel Kreiss (FFXIII-2), Lunafreya Nox Fleuret (FFXV), Dion Lesage (FFXVI), Jote (FFXVI)
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Written & loved by Faye, 30, she/her, CET timezone. Beta Editor only! This blog is 18+ only, minors dni! INTEREST CHECKER!
Fluctuating activity. FFVII Reno blog: @blitzrod Graphic Comm Blog: @rysingdawn
Mobile Rules can be found below the cut! ⬇
★ First off, don’t be an ass. Godmodding, infomodding, metagaming, whatever else these things are called, have no place here. Don’t kill my muses. Don’t kill any of their friends/family/allies right in front of them without discussing it first. Character ≠ Writer, I’m not my muses and if my muses are in any way mean to your muse/s doesn’t mean I’m being mean towards you. If you have criticism, please remain respectful and constructive when sending it in. Anon hate will be deleted/blocked.
★ I’m strictly interacting with mutuals only. If you followed me and I didn’t follow back I either do not know anything about your character’s fandom, find your blog lacking information and/or simply cannot see us interact. I’m also trying to keep my dash a comfortable space for myself so please don’t take it personally if I don’t follow back. But if I do follow you, I’m interested in writing with you – and I will assume the same if it’s the other way around.
★ I’m selective, or rather, my muses are – and sometimes certain muses are louder than others, and some might even take over for a bit. Please don’t get discouraged or disappointed if you see me replying to certain threads with certain muses only, or only to threads in certain genres.
★ I generally prefer writing threads over meme responses, and I love plotting. Winging it is cool too, but expect me to ask questions so I can make sure I got the setting and other things right. Either way, I normally tend to write semi-paragraph, paragraph and multi-paragraph things with the occasional one-liner.
★ I encourage you to turn my ask responses into threads! I always put character asks into a new post anyway, so feel free to reblog that and add your reply! No need to ask beforehand, though I won’t mind if you do just to make sure it’s alright.
★ Please do not apply any fancanons to my muses, no matter how popular or widely accepted they are.
★ Relationships in all forms (romantic, platonic, familial, rivals, you name it) are welcome, however there has to be chemistry and I would like if you asked me beforehand and if we’ve written before. One-sided crushes and unrequited feelings are fine too, just don’t try to force your character on mine and we’re cool. I DO NOT AUTO-SHIP CANON ROMANCES. Please also understand that some of my muses can be difficult to bond with.
★ Duplicates/Variants are, honestly, a bit tricky for me. I’ve had both good and bad experiences with them in the past. Overall I’m trying to be indifferent towards them. I hope you understand that I’m a little hesitant regarding this!
★ I am OC friendly! How could I not be, having my own OCs on this blog? The only point where I draw the line is when it comes to OCs who are siblings, children or other relatives of canon characters.
★ NSFW isn’t very likely to occur here. I will not write smut, should any thread ever go in that direction it will fade to black before anything spicy can happen. I'm not someone to write anything blood & gore related in explicit detail either.
★ Triggers will be tagged as _____ tw and _____ cw so make sure to blacklist yours this way. If you have a rather uncommon/rare trigger that you need tagged, please let me know!
★ Do not take anything from this blog. Be it icons and/or other graphics I’m using in my own posts, headcanons and/or parts of my theme code. I created/wrote/edited these things myself (for some things see credits below) and would very much appreciate it if you could just leave them be. I’ve had quite a few bad experiences with theft in the past, so this is something I feel I have to mention.
★ Lastly, hi! I go by Faye, I’m 30, she/her, from Germany. I’m honestly just a big nerd for video games and I love music, writing, graphic editing, reading and more. I just generally love being creative and am passionate about everything I create. I don’t know what else to tell you here, but if you ever wanna get to know me my IMs are always open, and my Discord is available for mutuals. If you’re reading this, I hope you have a good day!!
CREDITS Serah Farron Icon Border made by ennakros
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Mun is over 20. Please, no minors.
I'm non-selective. I'm down to RP with anyone, so don't be afraid to drop into my inbox/tag me in stuff! My style can sometimes lean a bit towards the lengthier side, but I don't expect anyone to try and match that.
I don't roleplay outside of the Resident Evil universe. I'm up for anything within it, though! I enjoy the games, the comics, the novels, etc. alongside the Anderson flicks.
I'm OC & AU friendly. I love to hear about 'em, too, so please share with me!
I multiship, so I'm open to pairing Rain with various characters. Shoot me a message.
I like having multiple threads. If you want to start a new thread with me while we already have another going, feel free!
If you see me already RPing with somebody who has the same muse as you, that doesn't mean I'm not interested in interacting with you! Everybody brings something unique to their depictions.
You'll find blood, gore, & violence here, so be warned. It appears both in my writing and occasionally in my icons or reblogs. It'll never be anything extreme, though.
I don't do NSFW stuff. My ace ass simply can't haha.
Although I also write for the Rain clones, I always default to the OG Rain when replying to asks/tags. So if you'd like to interact with Good or Bad Rain, please specify!
There might be times when I'm slow at replying. I promise I'm not ignoring you. I don't always get the opportunity to check this as often as I'd like to, or I might be having writer's block :')
Starter memes can be found here!
Starter calls can be found here!
My promo post can be found here!
If you have any questions or anything, feel free to ask!
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Rain comes from the 2002 film, Resident Evil. Alongside that and various headcanons, my interpretation of her is also loosely based on the novelization, Resident Evil: Genesis. (I do have a lot of problems with that book and how she was written in it, though). The clones come from Resident Evil: Retribution and take loose elements from the novelization of the same name.
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Name: Rain Melendez Ocampo
Eyes: Dark brown. However, I do occasionally make them partially light blue after infection.
Hair: Black
Pronouns: She/her
Age: Dependent on verse.
In the Anderson flicks, her mid-twenties at the time of the initial Hive incident in 2002.
Also in the Anderson flicks, her thirties in Extinction through to The Final Chapter, which ends in 2012.
In the game universe, typically in her mid-twenties during the time of the Raccoon City incident in 1998.
Height: 5'4"/163 cm
Sexual/Romantic orientation: Homosexual/homoromantic
Occupation:
Former LAPD police officer
Former paramilitary commando for the Umbrella Corporation
...Currently working to screw over her last employer.
In the game universe, after Raccoon City, I'll typically put her in the BSAA or some other organization that fights bioterrorism.
Personality: Rain is tough, intimidating, prideful, and full of tenacity. But beneath that rough exterior is a caring person looking to do good and help others. If sacrificing/putting herself at risk means saving someone, Rain isn't likely to hesitate.
She's fiercely loyal and protective toward friends, none of whom are safe from her ribbing or attempts to rough around.
Often, Rain comes off as crude and/or blunt since she isn't very careful with her words. If she has an opinion, she probably won't refrain from telling you. Vulnerability, however, isn't something that comes easily to her. She tends to simply close herself off with an "I'm fine."
You might find that she has a slight temper... Perhaps more than slight. Most call it hair-trigger.
Rain was heavily infected by the T-virus and received a dose of the antivirus when it should've been far too late. She should've died. Instead, she woke up a day later in an empty hospital, having been put under quarantine and subject to various tests. She left, unsure of what exactly happened to her.
Some other stuff:
Rain tends to enunciate a lot more when she's super pissed off. She'll speak all slow and deliberately. For example, while she normally drops the G in words such as "something" and says "somethin'" instead, an angry Rain doesn't do that.
Mind you, she does look pissed off most of the time, but that's just her resting face.
If she's especially prideful about anything, it's her marksmanship. For the most part, it isn't misplaced, either. She's a damn good shot.
On the topic of guns, Rain is pretty knowledgeable about them in general. Firearms are a huge interest of hers.
When she worked at Umbrella, she was a part of a unit known as Sanitation led by Commander James "One" Shade. Other teammates included Chad Kaplan, Olga Danilova, Alfonso Warner, Vance Drew, and J.D. Salinas. All of these people died right before the outbreak in Raccoon City.
J.D. was Rain's best friend. She partially blames herself for his death
When she was a part of Sanitation, she'd use a Heckler & Koch MP5K and a Springfield Armory M1911A1, which are guns she's still rather fond of.
She was born in New Jersey and lived there until the age of twelve. That was when her family moved to California, where she stayed until receiving a job offer from Umbrella.
Her family consisted of a father, an older brother, and a dog.
She speaks Spanish as a second language.
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Name: Rain Melendez - AKA "Bad Rain"
Eyes: Dark brown. There's a faint red haze when her retinal implants are in use.
Hair: Black
Pronouns: She/her
Age: Dependent on the verse.
In the Anderson flicks, mid-twenties during Retribution, which takes place in 2012.
In the game universe, she'd realistically be alive sometime between the Raccoon City incident in 1998 and Umbrella's end in 2003, during which she be in her mid to late twenties. She could survive past that, though.
Height: 5'4"/163 cm
Sexual/Romantic orientation: Homosexual/homoromantic
Occupation: Security operative for the Umbrella Corporation
Personality: Rain is programmed to be ruthless, tough, and intimidating. She's cold, blunt, and matter-of-fact, typically to the point of heartlessness. Her care for others is incredibly minimal, and most of her loyalty lies where it was programmed to be.
When she's given orders, Rain follows them without question or hesitation. Vulnerability and weakness are something she very scarcely allows herself to show.
She's stubborn, being somebody who fights until her absolute last breath. There's also a fair amount of cockiness in her.
While not impossible to form a bond with her, it certainly isn't easy.
Rain is a clone manufactured by the Umbrella Corporation. She was created to protect one of their research facilities.
Some other stuff:
Following the destruction of Umbrella Prime, which was the underwater research facility where she worked, she was presumed to have been eaten alive by a horde of Las Plagas Undead after plunging into the depths of the Arctic Ocean.
Following a self-injection of the Las Plagas parasite, Rain gains superhuman strength, accelerated healing, and far higher pain tolerance. This happens right after the destruction of Umbrella Prime, so it wouldn't apply to anything taking place before that.
Also after that incident, she's started experiencing a deep-seated unease around deep bodies of water. Not something she'll admit to.
Rain has retinal implants that allow her to quickly identify people in Umbrella's database via facial scan. They also feed her direct orders from her AI superior, the Red Queen.
Her weapons of choice are a Colt M4A1 (with an underbarrel M203 grenade launcher attached) and a SIG P226R.
While Rain knows that Umbrella manufactures clones, she doesn't realize she is one.
She also speaks Spanish as a second language.
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Name: Rain Ocampo - AKA "Good Rain"
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Black
Pronouns: She/her
Age: Dependent on the verse.
In the Anderson flicks, mid-twenties during Retribution, which takes place in 2012.
In the game universe, she'd realistically be alive sometime between the Raccoon City incident in 1998 and Umbrella's end in 2003, during which she would be in her mid-twenties. She could survive past that, though.
Height: 5'4"/163 cm
Sexual/Romantic orientation: Homosexual/homoromantic
Occupation: (Programmed to believe she is an) environmental activist
Personality: First and foremost, Rain is good-natured. She's always looking to do the right thing, help others, and stand up for what she believes in.
Although she prefers non-violence as a solution to problems, when it comes down to the wire, Rain will do what it takes to help somebody in danger. There's definitely a protective side to her. She's a quick learner and brave.
Most people would probably describe her as an ever so slightly awkward, quirky character. Often, she's somebody who will speak without thinking her words through.
Rain is a clone manufactured by the Umbrella Corporation. She was created as a civilian to be placed into a test simulation to demonstrate the capabilities of Umbrella's bioweapons.
Some other stuff:
Rain is a vegetarian.
Unlike either of her counterparts, her full first name is Larraine.
Rain is entirely unskilled with guns. She's not particularly fond of them, either. Two of her programmed memories include campaigning for gun control and marching against the NRA.
She enjoys particularly outdoorsy physical activities such as hiking, biking, and climbing.
She also speaks Spanish as a second language... As well as Portuguese as a third. And a conversational amount of ASL.
Rain has three dogs. Two pit bulls and a Rottweiler.
She died in Retribution after getting knocked clean off an elevator platform by an Uber Licker. She snapped her neck upon impact with a wall. Of course, this could have potentially been avoided and I'm willing to explore that with anybody interested.
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thegirlwondcr · 10 months
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Random Long Post about comparing Duela Doe to Emma
For those out of the loop, CW has a show called Gotham Knights that follows a group of Gotham Teens that are questioned for killing Batman (this is in the trailer, not a spoiler). This group is a mix of characters from the comics (but heavily reworked) and original character like a biological (?) son of Bruce Wayne and a biological daughter of Harley Quinn and Joker--Duela Doe. Also not to be confused with Duela Dent from the comics, that was just a super fan of joker.
It’s interesting how in some aspects, both of them have not been raised by Joker yet Duela is heavily associated with him--like down to her color scheme. Joker is also dead in this show (pretty sure solely cause WB told them they can’t have an on-screen Joker). I’ve not seen any clips of Harley, so she may just be acting like her mother but also...if this kid was born in Arkham to joker and harley quinn, why the fuck do they have custody over the child? I get Gotham can be silly and goofy, but i think its not THAT silly goofy.
I also don’t get why they went with the last name of Doe when Harley’s alias is like well known?? Especially if Joker is an inactive father? And has no last name. Idk that is a bit silly, which is why when I made Emma I had her take her mother’s last name for those exact reasons. I do go back and forth in threads on wether if Emma’s mom knew/remember the bio dad cause it is something I am still playing with, but like no matter what the dad was non existent, therefore does not get a say in the naming of the baby.
Overall it is funny seeing a character slightly similar to an OC but seeing how a show handles it and treats it at face value of ‘evil parent? evil kid?’ Now not all kids are like this, but I feel anywhere I see an interpretation of Joker having a kid, the kid is like a Joker Jr. I wonder if they do explore that a bit more deeply about like breaking the role/expectations set by your parents--especially when Bruce Wayne’s son is the main character. Like I feel its expected for her to bad, but its compelling when she could turn out to be the opposite, yet in some ways still acknowledge her biology/heritage?
Idk like, why have someone be a copy and paste when you can have the original? Like what new thing does she bring to the table? That she is a teenager? That she is a girl? Which also now that I am on a ramble, one thing I don’t like make a huge fuss about is Emma being a girl Robin. Cause it happens in the comics, more rarely but it happens, and Bruce isn’t gonna be the type to like make set rules on ‘if ur this gender, ur this person.’ Cause Robin in my interpretation is a role given to kids in Bruce’s life that he has a closer familial connection with.
Idk its fun having kids question authority/their parents, but also question what is a parent. Especially for a character like Bruce who becomes and adoptive father for many at various ages. There is not always the same answer, and it’ll always be case by case and that’s what makes it interesting. So yeah another qualm I have is taking out the idea that Bruce adopts kids--and that he would have a blonde kid (jk). 
Also part of me is not even sure if she is actually Joker’s kid cause they act like it’s a mystery in the trailer meanwhile the girl is wearing green and purple non-stop. 
I’m genuinely interested though if anyone else has seen this show thought cause I see NO ONE on my feed mention it.
Note: i have only seen the trailer, wikia and this .
Also, this is no hate whatsoever directed to the actors & workers, they just gotta do what the script says and i respect em for that.
Here is a group shot, i wonder who could possibly be joker’s kid...hmm....
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