#i don't want his mysteriousness and elusiveness to fade away

[sylenth-l]

How do you feel about the fact that Shin and his story seems completely forgotten as Destiny leans into the whole loss of the Traveler and dead ghosts and all the panic all that inspires when there's actual lore about how Guardians don't /need/ their ghost? And how it's just not addressed in any of this light-focused story, especially as we just had an important guardian lose his ghost and he's still trying to get work done and figure things out?

I really wish we could see Shin show up...

It's... complicated. I feel like his story turned out to be unexpectedly good and too much for Bungie to handle (in a sense that it requires a lot of story focus, it's not something that can be mentioned off-handedly). It had such a complex and multilayered approach to the whole theme of Darkness/Light that everything the game plot itself says about it looks like a flat cardboard in comparison. Can you imagine Rezyl Azzir walking around the Moon, seeing some glowing green snot on the side of the road and going "wow, imma use it now, woohoo! :D"? We were told and shown Darkness is a dangerous tool in the lore multiple times, yet we saw 0 consequences when Guardians massively started to use it. There were some weak attempts to show conflict with Stasis, but it was forgotten super fast, and Strand is just a bland new toy. Dredgens spent years trying to find the balance in using Light and Darkness together and had a ton of lore buildup only to be never mentioned when the time came. Etc, etc. So I'm not surprised nobody remembers Shin never even had his own Ghost to begin with and then had several Ghosts accompanying him in different times, yet he still is one of the most powerful Lightbearers.

But, to be fair:

1. Shin was always shown as special in many ways. Maybe he's just that unique, we can't be sure. Then again, Osiris is no less extraordinary, and I really hope we'll see him in action again someday. I don't believe one's connection with the Light, especially as strong as he had, can be cut forever that easily. I wouldn't want him to simply find a replacement for Sagira though... More like finding a way to feel the Light again even without a Ghost.

2. Characters may never bring it up because they simply don't know it's possible. I doubt Shin shared his story with everyone (at least the true one) and if some people know the truth about how he was resurrected and how many Ghosts he had/has, they both are unlikely to chat about that either.

#ask #destiny #also i genuinely hope shin will never show up in the game #since he'd inevitably get as simplified and flattened as everyone else #and it's something i doubt i can take at all OTL #i still struggle with accepting what they've done to drfiter... #and even if not being pessimistic about his character portrayal #i don't want his mysteriousness and elusiveness to fade away #in short i'm with jon goff on this one #he should never show up in person or he'll lose a huge part of his charm

[rejectedbad]

Rejected Bad: Socks

The following is a rejected script from an early season of Breaking Bad.

INT. DEA OFFICE - DAY

HANK sits at his desk, clearly frustrated. He takes off his shoe, revealing a sockless foot and shakes his head in annoyance.

HANK:  (to himself)  This is the fourth pair this month. How the hell do they keep disappearing?

MARIE, Hank's wife, enters the room, carrying a laundry basket.

MARIE:  Hey, Hank. Have you seen my wooden clothespins? I can't find them anywhere.

HANK:  (grinning mischievously)  I'll bet the Meth Groupies are behind this. I swear they're stealing our socks!

MARIE;  (laughing)  Oh, Hank, that's absurd. Why would they want our socks?

HANK:  (secretly eager)  Well, I may have a plan to catch them in the act. Borrowing some of Walter's high-tech surveillance gear.

INT. WALTER'S LAB - DAY

Hank enters Walter's living room, where Walter sits, intently studying something on his laptop.

HANK:  (excitedly)  Hey, Walter! Mind if I borrow one of your secret cameras for a little detective work?

WALTER:  (looking up from his laptop)  Hank, what do you need a secret camera for? Is this about the missing socks again?

Hank nods enthusiastically.

HANK:  (smiling cunningly)  You got it, buddy. I'm gonna catch those elusive sock thieves once and for all.  Can’t let them get ideas about stealing my unicorn costumes!

WALTER:  (chuckling)  Alright, Hank. Take one of the cameras from the storage room. Just don't damage it, alright?

Hank grabs a small concealed camera from a drawer and heads towards the door, waving goodbye to Walter.

INT. HANK'S BACKYARD - DAY

Hank sets up the secret camera near his clothesline, hiding it behind some bushes. He smirks, satisfied with his detective work.

HANK:  (muttering to himself)  Let's see who's been stealing my socks.

INT. HANK'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Hank watches the live feed from the secret camera, sipping a beer on his couch. Suddenly, movement catches his eye.

On the screen, a COYOTE sneaks into the frame, grabs a sock in its mouth, and leaps away, disappearing into the night. FILLMEUP (O.S):  Ooooh, Blue!  Meth Head will love these!

HANK:  (bursting into laughter)  Unbelievable! It's not the Meth Groupies; it's that damn coyote stealing my socks!

MARIE enters the room, drawn by Hank's laughter.

MARIE:  (confused)  Hank, what's going on? Why are you laughing?

HANK:  (still chuckling)  It's not the Meth Groupies, MARIE. It's a sneaky little coyote! He's been making off with our socks!

MARIE bursts into laughter, joining Hank on the couch.

MARIE:  (laughing)  Who would have thought? Our socks are being stolen by a coyote!

Hank and MARIE laugh together, finding unexpected humour in their mystery solved.

FADE OUT.

#breaking bad #rejected bad #walter white #hank schrader #meth head #fillmeup #marie schrader #socks

[storytimewithnova]

Copycat the shadows reflection

In the vibrant world of basketball, there existed a team known as the Generation of Miracles. The aura of their sheer talent captivated the hearts of fans around the nation. Among these extraordinary players was Kuroko Tetsuya, the Phantom Sixth Member.

Kuroko possessed an incomparable playstyle, one that was as elusive as a shadow, confounding opponents at every turn. He was the true tickstar, making crucial passes, stealing the ball, and leading his team to victory with unparalleled finesse. His impeccable sense of timing brought forth an era of triumph for the team.

However, the tranquility of Kuroko's reign was soon disrupted when a mysterious figure emerged from the shadows. Chihiro Mayuzumi, a gifted but enigmatic basketball player, seemed to have a secret agenda. Not content with merely copying Kuroko's looks, Mayuzumi desired to replicate his playstyle as well.

Mayuzumi's actions perplexed Kuroko, who couldn't fathom why someone would imitate his every move. The once seamless unity of the Generation of Miracles began to crumble, overshadowed by Mayuzumi's actions. Doubt seeped into the hearts of Kuroko's teammates, as they struggled to differentiate between the original and the copy.

So Kuroko got an Idea and he started singing

Kuroko:🎶Don't be cautious, don't be kind You committed, I'm your crime Push my button anytime You got your finger on the trigger But your trigger finger's mine🎶1

Mayuzumi:🎶Silver dollar, golden flame Dirty water, poison rain Perfect murder, take your aim I don't belong to anyone But everybody knows my name🎶

Momoi: Tetsu?

Both smiled similarly to each other in  response to Momoi

Kuroko:🎶By the way, you've been uninvited 'Cause all you say, are all the same things I did🎶

Kise: strange this guy is  a perfect copy of Kurokochi in looks in play style right down to technique

Aomine: True only one thing letting this perfect copy of Tetsu  down

Momoi: Whats thst Dai chan

Aomine: he doesn't have Tetsu's personality now that is one thing no ond can replicate

Mayuzumi:🎶Copycat trying to cop my manner Watch your back when you can't watch mine🎶

Akashi:now that is something Tetsuya would never say

Kuroko:🎶Copycat trying to cop my glamour Why so sad bunny? Can't have mine?🎶

Mayuzumi:🎶Call me calloused, call me cold🎶

Kuroko:🎶You're italic, I'm in bold🎶

Mayuzumi:🎶Call me cocky,🎶

Kuroko:🎶watch your tone🎶🙂

Mayuzumi:🎶You better love me🎶

Kuroko: 🎶oh please you're just a clone By the way, you've been uninvited 'Cause all you say are all the same things I did🎶

Mayuzumi:🎶Copycat tryna cop my manner Watch your back when you can't watch mine🎶

Kuroko:🎶Copycat tryna cop my glamor Why so sad, bunny? Can't have mine (Mine)🎶

Midorima: i Don't know who to trust

As weeks passed Kuroko noticed Mayuzumi's influence grew, the harmony within the team's dynamic began to fade away. Doubts turned into animosity, friendships fractured, and whispers of betrayal filled the air. It was becoming clear to Kuroko he could now see the rift forming, and he knew that his unique abilities were not only being replicated but weaponized against his teammates.

Kuroko wanted know why why would Chihiro do this why the sudden betryal he was Determined to salvage his team that same determination was  burning in his eyes, decided that he had to confront Mayuzumi and uncover the truth behind his actions. As the game reached its climax, Kuroko sprinted towards Mayuzumi, determined to confront him face to face.

"Mayuzumi, why are you doing this? We were teammates, friends even! What drove you to betray us?" Kuroko demanded, his voice filled with both anger and hurt.

Mayuzumi turned to face Kuroko, his expression cold and emotionless. "You were always the center of attention, Kuroko. Everyone praised your unique playstyle, your impeccable timing. I wanted that too," he replied, his voice laced with bitterness.

Kuroko's eyes widened in realization. "So, you betrayed us out of jealousy? You wanted to be the one standing in the spotlight?"

Mayuzumi nodded, his gaze never wavering. "I wanted to prove that I could surpass you, that I could be just as revered as you are. But the more I tried to copy your style, the more I lost sight of myself. And then, I realized that I could never truly be you, no matter how hard I tried. It was a mistake from the start."

Kuroko felt a mix of sympathy and disappointment wash over him. He understood how it felt to be overshadowed, to feel insignificant. But he also knew the importance of staying true to oneself, of embracing individuality rather than imitating others.

"You don't have to be me, Mayuzumi. You have your own strengths, your own potential," Kuroko said softly. "I would rather have a true friend than a copycat. Let go of this jealousy, and let's find a way to rebuild our team and mend the broken bonds."

Mayuzumi's eyes flickered with uncertainty. He glanced at the rest of the team, who were watching the confrontation with mixed emotions. Slowly, he nodded. "I... I will try," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

And so, the Generation of Miracles, battered but not broken, moved forward together. With Kuroko's unwavering support, for one another despite the obstacles they faced they just hope one day Mayuzumi will understand the gravity of the situation he put them in and maybe they can forgive him for now ties with Mayuzumi have been cut 

#Youtube

[sloppy-butcher]

Ok,new follower here. So this blog is amazing,you writings are just beautiful. I hope I can become as good as you, beause I would like to open my own blog, but I always think my works are too bad. Anyways, I don't know if you write soulmates stuff, like your partner name is written on your body or thigs like that. If so, could you write something related with Joey and Frank sharing the same male sm reader? If you don't feel comfortable writing for three characters or for a male reader it's fine!

THANK YOU SO MUCH for your support T_T I love you so much! I encourage you to start that blog because the only way to get better is to try. and if you do start a blog, drop me that link babey

So i spent a hot minute finding which soulmate alternative universe would best fit your request since you didn’t specifically state which au you wanted. Well, i found a reaaallly interesting one. hope it’s okay

This AU states that soulmates share pain. If one is hurt the other shows their wounds or bruises. I think this will work well with Frank and Joey and a survivor!S/O. I have no problem writing for a male S/O (although i will probs just make this gender nuetral as i dont see gender really playing an important role in this (and i prefer gender nuetral tings)) or for three characters. i will have to write this in HeadCanon form as i am very lazy and i dont want to write like a full fic T_T cause you know.... i have toomuch to say

hope these are okay? ily

Soulmate Au HeadCanons: Poly!The Legion (Frank and Joey) with a Survivor S/O

They realized their connection long before they even knew you existed. The theory was that soulmates shared pain and it was obvious to them that they were meant to be together. Joey would share in Franks pain, he could feel the scar that tore across his face and Frank could feel when Joey had worked himself far past his breaking point. They thought they were the only ones connected in this psychic-link, bound by a force too grand and cosmic to be comprehended by simple-minded mortals. But like the universe, fate works in mysterious ways and everything changed when you joined the Fog.

Joey first noticed it when he went to sit down at the end of a particularly gruelling workday. He felt his left shoulder explode into a burning hot pain and his body seized with the sudden shock. He barely held back his cries of a surprise but Frank wasn’t so well-restrained. Joey heard him from across the Lodge and fearing for his friend, ran off in the direction of his call ignoring his own body screaming for him to stop. He found Frank surrounded by a worried Julie and Susie. They looked between him and Joey, expressions from behind their masks piercing through to Joey's soul. They were worried for their friends, Frank’s scream and Joey’s sluggish and limp stature was enough to tell the girls that the pain the two were experiencing was, no doubt, incredibly excruciating. No one knew what had just happened, neither of them had been hurt or injured, and they feared that maybe the two were being punished by the Entity for a lacklustre performance. But both boys assured they did well enough to keep the thing satisfied and when the pain spontaneously faded, the whole incident was pushed out of their minds and momentarily forgotten.

But the pain never stopped completely. It was sporadic, turning on randomly like a lightswitch bursting with newfound anger and agony that would contort their limbs and burn their muscles. And there was nothing they could do to alleviate the pain, no amount of massaging or rubbing could take away the sharp edge of the hurt; there weren’t even enough painkillers in the realm to quell the agony. The only thing the boys could do was just sit there and wait for the pain to decide to go away. It was torture, sometimes the simple act of sitting alone was pure unadulterated suffering. But still, the boys had no idea where this pain was coming from.

It was only after Joey returned from a trial in which he had mori’d a rather annoying and pesky survivor that something started to click. Joey walked into the main lounge of the Resort and found his friends standing around the fire pit waiting for him. Frank had his shirt off and the pants of his left leg rolled up. Ordinarily the sight of Frank without his shirt on would excite Joey but something made him hesitate. A harsh red scar ripped down Frank’s chest and when Frank noticed Joey's reaction he held out his left arm for the other to inspect. Another red wound ran across the forearm. There was no mistaking it now. It was their trademark kill, a stab at the left arm followed by the grabbing of the left ankle then finished with the brutal gutting from the collar bone all the way down to the hip. “We watched it appear.” Julie’s voice wavered with concern. “We watched it appear on him as if...” She broke off ‘as if Joey himself did it to him.’. Joey approached Frank. Through the pinpricks of his mask, Joey could see Frank's eyes and he could feel his pain. Without saying much the girls made Joey take off his own shirt and directed him to stand next to Frank. When Julie stepped back to inspect both boys she raised a hand to cover the mouth of her mask and Susie audibly gasped. They were identical, both bore the exact same scars of the exact same knife.

To be honest, the boys would never have figured out the source of their shared pain. Combined the two barely make up a single brain cell so it was by the grace of God or something else that allowed the truth to finally be exposed. It was in a trial between you and Frank. The killer had been run around for the past ten minutes and with no sign of catching his elusive prey. You were impressed by your capable teammate and when they went down just outside the opened exit gate you leapt into action to save the wounded hero. You ended up sacrificing yourself for them, a worthy trade, everyone else got out except you. And, to you, that was okay. You were okay with this. Frank, however, was not. He was beyond furious at being denied his prey and when he trudged back to your collapsed form he felt his rage overflow him. He stood over you and you smugly returned his glare. That was it. In a swift motion, he punched you in the face. Your nose broke and blood gushed out and into your mouth. You screamed out but your cries, however, were mixed in with the killers. Frank recoiled, clutching at his mask where his nose would be. You watched in shock as he spilt swear words and stomped around you.

Curiously you reached up for your busted face and using your thumb and forefinger you squeezed the throbbing nose. Frank’s cries intensified and he clawed desperately at his mask. Through the haze he caught you staring at him in shocked amusement, which he mistook for condescending judgment. He growled and stormed over to you determined to make you regret everything. Panicking you grabbed your nose again and Frank jumped back. And then all the pieces fell into place. Frank could feel your pain. His eyes widened on your collapsed body and it felt as if his world was imploding. Oh shit.

It took some convincing but eventually, you agreed to meet Frank back at the Resort. He told you there was someone else, another ‘soulmate’ in this trifecta of fucked-up bullshit. You used the term ‘soulmate’ loosely. You had heard the stories about soulmates, people destined to be together would share such a special bond that they would even share pain. But never in a million years would you have guessed that your soulmate (or soulmateS) was, a serial killer. You really wanted it to not be real, you wanted this to be some kind of dream, a sick nightmare you were experiencing while laying on your deathbed somewhere far away. But there Frank was before you at the boundary between snow and forest,  like he promised you, with his partner Joey. You walked up to them and stopped at a safe distance away. Joey seemed to bloat his chest as if to say not to try anything. Frank looked at you and you knew you had to show him. Reaching up you grabbed at your nose which was starting to feel better but was still puffy and red. You put pressure on it and Frank began to shake with the pain. Frank moaned and clenched his fists in an effort to ride out the pain like Joey was but after a moment he relented and shouted at you to stop. Frank turned and muttered something to Joey who never took his gaze off you. You could have sworn that he was a stone-statue because he never moved and showed no sign that what you did had affected him in any way. But then you noticed his slight leg twitch and the irregular heaving of his chest. He did feel it. Frank returned his attention back to you and in the cold silence of realization, you said, “Well? What do we do now?”

You could have forgotten everything, walked away from the nonsensical situation that had been presented before you and continued on living a simple life devoid of drama and tension. But that life would also lack depth, something to make it special and worthwhile. You were presented with your soulmates, a rarity in this hellhole and something about the wonder of what made the universe decide to bring you all together surpassed your urge to stay away. Slowly but surely you introduced yourself into their lives. Your interactions at first were stiff and hollow, fear and uncertainty making you doubt if the boys would respect the bound of soulmates enough to not kill you or at least hurt you.

But time wore on and you became braver. They were gentle, well... they tried to be. And when you spoke with them as people do you realized that you had a lot in common with them both. And eventually, you were confident enough to laugh and joke with them.

Joey was the one who needed the most time to accept that you and he were soulmates. He eyed you suspiciously as you would talk with Frank, feeling some kind of jealousy build up in his chest. He hated how you could get Frank to react in ways he had never seen before. He hated how easy it was for you. One day when he had you alone to himself, he finally broke that long silence between you two. But where he expected a change in personality, a two-face switch, Joey only found genuineness. You were as kind and playful with him as you were with Frank, unfazed by your burden of the circumstance and not worried by his own mistakes and misfortunes. You were strong and he admired you for that. “How do you do it?” Joey softly asked clutching his hand which now held a new red welt. The mood quietened down and you turned to look at him. “How do you handle all this pain each and every day?” You reached out and gently took his hand in yours. Suddenly all his pain vanished at the contact and he slightly gasped at the shock. You were warm and comforting, like the wind of a summer’s afternoon, constant and welcoming. He raised his eyes to yours and you gave him your best smile. He melted. “One day at a time.” You replied squeezing his hand for emphasis. You relaxed and began to pull away only to stop as he held you firm, determined to not let your warmth go.

Frank always had a problem when it came to hurting you in trials. While Joey could suck it up and deal with the pain, Frank could not bear the thought of having a hook run through your shoulder and subsequently his. It was you who finally convinced him that his job was more important than your fleeting health.  You took Frank's hand in yours, engulfing him in your comfort and reassurance. “We can get through this. I will get better.” He breathed out and admitted, albeit to himself, that you were right. This was a momentary instance, a speck of nothing when compared to the kind of torture the Entity would inflict on him. And it wasn’t just himself he had to look out for, it was everyone. He had you and Joey he had to look out for. With a look apologetic regret Frank would mercilessly hunt you down and when he would lift you up and onto the meat hook he could hear you at the back of his mind saying, “Suck it up, Princess.”

They would always feel awful if you had a particularly bad day. You would trudge back to the Resort trying your best to hide from their concerned eyes your bruised limb or uneven walk but of course, they already knew what had happened. Joey would sweep you effortlessly off your feet and he would not let you walk around without his assistance. Frank, although less forward than the other, would follow behind and would pester you with questions, ‘Are you okay now?’ ‘Are you comfortable?’ ‘Anyway that he could help ease the hurt?’ They both were like oversized puppies yapping at your ankles because they heard you make a noise. You’d reassure them that you were fine and after exchanging doubtful looks between each other they would give in and give you some air.

They would listen to your stories. It's one thing to experience the pain and another thing to watch it happen. You’d tell them about how you got your injuries and more often than not you would end up a broken-down and crying mess. The image of looming figures silhouetted against an endless black sky haunts your mind. Although you all share the physical scars, the mental ones stay trapped inside you. When you would become an inconsolable disaster the boys would be by your side in an instant. By the time you regained control over your anxiety, you would find yourself buried in the arms of either Joey or Frank. You face pushed deep into their bodies as if they were trying to shield you from the monster that was yourself. It was scary, they could tell. But you weren’t alone. Not anymore. 

After a long day's work of causing and enduring pain, when your bodies would ache with collective suffering the 3 of you would find a quiet cove to all lie it. The boys would sleep on either side of you, draping their limps over you and almost drowning you in their weight. It felt good to be lost at sea with them, so far away from the pain of the day and from the pain tomorrow will bring. If for a moment, you all were at peace, happy and content in the embrace of your soulmates. 

#dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd frank morrison x reader #dbd frank morrison #dbd joey #dbd headcannons #dbd soulmate au