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technicalknockout · 4 months
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HEY! I FOUND OK KO CRUMBS!!
I was gonna make a post about it but I cba but still wanted to share it!
So I found Iggy Craig's (one of the storyboard artists for the show) portfolio website, can't really remember how, I go on weird tangents with Google searches sometimes, and it has loads of storyboards and design work of theirs on there. It's really cool early pre-production stuff really appeals to me.
There's a lot of this stuff for the Fionna and Cake episodes and Distant Lands, and OK KO! A lot of the storyboards to look through.
I've seen some animatics for episodes before but the boards here are the much earlier versions of the episodes, and some bits are different and it's really interesting and cool. Especially since I've got lines of the episodes memorised so it's cool to spot the differences.
I haven't looked at everything yet, I don't have the time haha but I looked at the boards for Let's Fight To The End, and there's quite a big difference!
The storyboards detail a longer scene of K.O. being stuck in the subconscious at the start of the episode. I took a couple screenshots.
I really like it. I'm guessing the main reason it was cut was for time. How it was handled in the episode was just a quick version of this.
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Also here's a link to the boards Tumblr says the link isn't "complete" so sorry if it doesn't work or doesn't show up just search up Iggy Craig and find their page.
There's also this site called Slideshare.Net which I think all of these boards are being uploaded from, and on that site there's also boards from Ryann Shannon and Danny Ducker. There's the boards from LFTTE where TKO disempowers everyone and they disintegrate instead of lay on the ground. (As well as other episode stuff too)
I don't know how interesting all this really is to people and if it isn't I apologize haha. I just have a fascination with storyboards and animatics for cartoons and paired with OK KO I love it even more.
OH MY GOD THANK YOUUUUU I love these kinds of stuff so much you have no idea how hard im screaming rn.. new ok ko boards auhgjfkgnfjfksnd
Theres something so appealing about storyboards.. I like animated stuff but storyboards!! They're a whole thing!! It's like im looking at the building blocks of an episode!!! Cut storyboards feel like another universe's version of it where different writing decisions were made (imagining lftte as a 40 minute special rn) and spotting lines or scenes that didn't make it into the final product is really interesting. Plus looking at storyboards makes me feel like im a little gremlin digging thru someone's treasure pile and indeed i do giggle annoyingly when i find them
Anyways thanks again for sending me these !!!! youve extended my lifespan by approximately a thousand years
+ no joke i have literally been looking EVERYWHERE for the tko actually murders everyone boards since they mentioned it in the twitter ama. I am eternally in your debt
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noirbriar · 2 years
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FFXV AU: Too Much Is Never Enough
Boys be boys. No duties, no responsibilities or anything.Just each other.
This song I swear got me hard when the first time I heard it.
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“Noct?”Prompto peers into the dark apartment. He had stopped by after school after receiving no replies to his messages to Noctis. Concerned, he messages Ignis who has kindly told the teen that Noct had called in ill. 
Ignis has been escorting Prompto to the prince’s abode most of the time when Noctis is occupied by his royal duties. Today, Ignis has informed the Crownsguard on duty at Noct’s apartment of his visit, giving him the necessary clearance. The young advisor still stuck in a meeting himself, and unfortunately would be for an unforeseen amount of time. The Crownsguards downstairs waved him in after a quick routine check, though there is some cold hostility.  The blond however knows they were only doing their job and pays no mind.
The apartment was in a sad state, but it does not faze Prompto as he gingerly makes his way towards Noctis’ room.
“Noct, I’m just gonna come in bud, hope you’re decent!” The teen chirps brightly when he does not get a response. He makes his way to the lump buried under the duvets, the aircon blasting at an ungodly low temperature. Its a welcome respite from the dry summer heat outside though. Prompto then kneels on the floor beside the bed nearest to his best friend.
“Heya? Sleeping?”Prompto mock whispers to the royal lump, prodding it. Though he gets no reply for a long while.
Eventually, the duvet shifts a little, curling in silently.
“…Prom. Not in the mood.” Noctis finally mutters under the covers. His voice cracking and tense. The prince is clearly uncomfortable and on edge. Probably has been for a while.
“Its okay, I’m just gonna sit here and work on my stuff, yeah?” His friend beams and slides onto the carpeted floors with his earbuds in. Although by work, the blond meant farming his zell tree in-game because. Well, theres no because. Why do homework when you can be unlocking a new achievement? Priorities.
There was nothing but the sound of the aircon whirring as Prompto grabs the nearest fat king moogle plush in the corner of the room and flops sideways over it like its his personal nest.The light from his phone and the slight daylight peeking through the curtains the only source of light illumninating the prince’s gloomy domain.
It was awhile until Prompto feels a hot breath and soft dark hair tickling his neck. The dark caterpillar had wriggled out and watching his game. Without even looking away from his raid, Prompto reaches a hand out, fumbling to pat Noctis’ head blindly in acknowledgement. 
“…Sorry.”
“Naw.You ain’t feeling good, its okay. I geddit.”
“Mn.”
“I’m pretty sore from my run all this week for some reason, can I get a hot pack? I know Iggy keeps some.”
“Mmn.”
“Burgers sounds great about now doncha think?”
“…Double cheese.”
“Double cheese and double up bacon, more mayo, with no veggies, large soda and a big ol cheesy fries?”
“Mnn.”
“I gotcha. Can you pick a movie? Wanna watch that episode I missed last weekend ‘cus of work while we wait. Or I could farm your zenny-”
“Hands off my zell tree.”
Prompto muffles his laughs.There’s the friend he knows. Not the prince, not his Royal Highness. Just Noct, the sleepy fish nerd he likes to hang out with. 
Noctis shuffles backwards, wriggling while tugging his friend into the overly large custom bed.Before slapping a hand around his bed like an aimless octopus to dig for the tv remote in the mess. Later, both boys would be huddled under the covers with several hot compresses, all while debating over which season of Malbuddy and Friends was the best in their childhood, all while flicking through the selection of shows on Meeflix. Just friends spending the afternoon with one another. 
Prompto soon gets a notification of his order arriving. To not inconvenience the guards downstairs and the poor delivery guy, he quickly heads out to get the food. Only to find the main door unlocking softly and he’s greeted by the sight of his dad popping his head into the prince’s dark apartment.
Cor swiftly puts a finger to his lips as he shuffles inside, handing over the bags of food to his bewildered son. The boy staring at him like a Mesmenir caught in the headlights as the father raises a brow in question back at the teen. Prompto simply beams back with a soft shake of his head, earning him a quick ruffle of his hair from the older Leonis who slinks back out silently.
“…Prom?” Noctis’ voice calls out from his room and Prompto jumps before regaining his composure.
“Ah! Coming! Don’t start without me! Hey!”
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A/N: I could be mistaken, but since Noct has an old injury, ice wouldn’t work? He probably needs heat to relax the cramping muscles.Correct me if I’m wrong!
Song for this ficlet : FFXV Too Much Is Never Enough
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fuckyeahfang · 2 years
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I FORGOR about maxride 30 day challenge. so heres my important opinions
fang is trans
jeb batchelder sucks but is also a tragic character
max is a woman in a cool nuanced way and also a lesbian
ari is a child. die.
i hate james patterson
no more fang's gang sorry i know theres hesbians but its too much yall
transmasc maya
iggy is blind and stays blind and is treated with humanity and has mobility aids
no creepy shit! i hate james patterson
less books. now.
fax canon king! married and besties forever! except iggy is also equally besties and involved in their whole thing!
hawk is trans
nudge and angel and gazzy get to be normal kids or chill with dr. m sorry there's too many mcs and they're even more of babies get them out of there
james patterson never write an autistic character again this is a FUCKING threat. it is. do not even say clete's name. never write an autistic character again i hate you so bad it makes me want to punch a hole in the wall. fuck you forever. i hate you shit yourself go bankrupt.
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kindergarten-mafia · 3 years
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❝ FAVOURITE CHARACTER MEME ❞         four relationships - MICKEY & THE MILKOVICHES [1/4]                ▶ come on you're making our family sound way worse than they actually are
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yrbutchgf · 3 years
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what are soft butch and hard femme? i really like the aesthetics but i know that's not what butch/femme is about in its whole so i wonder if those descriptors are made up about looks or if they actually come from the culture and i know that butch/femme isn't a sliding scale of masculinity and femininity but sometimes its hard to feel that i can be femme bc i like alt styles and am not hyperfeminine so the so called hard femme label feels like it fits idk
soft butch is its own can of worms -- suffice it to say many butches, including me, dislike the term soft butch for the implications it casts on butches who don't identify themselves as "soft." there's a LOT to talk about there, though, so honestly i'll save that for another post, if anyone's interested in hearing about it. hard femme, on the other hand, is a different story!
while femme and butch are not solely aesthetic descriptors, sometimes the variants you see of the terms, like hard femme especially, can be very aesthetic-focused, even though they are from the culture themselves! from what i've run into, hard femme is exactly the kind of thing you're describing -- rough and tumble femmes who adopt alt, punkish and gnc fashion and may come off as somewhat of tomboys, but who still base themselves steadfastly in femmeness. i asked about hard femme identity in the butch/femme discord i'm in, and one hard femme, iggy (19, she/he/they), had this to say on the subject:
just note its my personal opinion/the meaning ive found in the term, i havent done a ton of research so its not the objective definition or anything lol.
For me at least its about embracing things that arent traditionally feminine while still keeping ur feminine identity. Not to say other fems have to be traditional/conformist, we're just different types of femininity. So Im not a gentle person, Im not a nurturing person, Im not a soft and tender person. I was a tomboy growing up so what someone said earlier about tomboy fem resonates too. All these things and more Im having trouble describing make me feel like i couldnt traditionally be feminine/a woman. But hard fem feels like it gives me space to be all that and still present and relate to others how I like. Its almost like having a 'butch' personality but preferring fem presentation? Thats the best way i can describe it, like yes theres an aesthetic part but its a reflection of a deeper energy.
I'm not sure about the terms coinage or if theres a more official definition. Afaik it was actually in reaction to soft butch, seeing it as being insulting to other butches and almost making butch more palatable to people outside the community. And we said ok fuck you we're hard fem. I personally think anti-assimilationist politics are another important part of hard femme. It generally refuses to be confined or made to conform.
I have more to say bc its like my whole identity but i gotta get to work so i hope that essay is enough lmfao
he also said that vander von odd often calls themself a hard femme. here's a pic of vampira/maila nurmi, another hard femme, as well as a pic of kay kaos @revoltpunx on ig, which several people in the server identified as a great example of hard femme presentation:
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so yeah, hard femme means pretty much exactly what you identified it as :) to me, it sounds like you probably are a hard femme, and if you are, welcome to a long and storied history of kickass femmes that absolutely wreck house!
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literalite · 3 years
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could i request one brain dump about your ocs? (i want to get to know them more aklsdjf sorry if this is a weird ask but like ,, what are some random facts or tidbits about them?)
ok ben helped me here bcos i didnt know what to. Say but im going to just ramble now about the morrows watchin a movie thanks for enabling me anon <3
they have a little whiteboard in the kitchen and ok ari probably usually uses it to write groceries but on the bottom corner theres a space left out and throughout like each fortnight the kids n sometimes their parents write down a movie they wanna see. if the next person comes to the whiteboard and sees the movie list and is like. oh no fucing way they cna wipe that movie off the list. rinse and repeat
so basically by the end of the fortnight theres usually only one or two movie names left standing and they definitely vote very diplomatically with absolutely no arguing or yelling about what they actually wanna see
iggy and ari do the popcorn usually and sometimes its a bit smokey tasting but like. there r worse things. they kind of pack into the living room and no matter where they started off sitting anna always ends up on the floor by the end of the movie. cary does his best to act aloof and on his phone but the thing is the movie he's picked statistically usually wins (of the family he's the movie buff) so he gets engrossed anyway. luca is often quietly explaining the parts of the movie that iggy doesnt get. ithy does popcorn refills bcos shes responsible af and usually they end up watching some kitschy little indie with good dialogue and bad lighting. anna usually leaves early if its a romantic one because if she sits there and calls it boring cary will eventually find this as grounds to start snapping at her and neither of them like agitating the usually asleep-at-this-point idris.
they don't manage to do this every fortnight on the dot, sometimes they have assignments or friends to catch up with or sometimes lilian is there and iggy and ithy feel awkward and self conscious around her so they'll find something to take themselves out of the house. she doesn't seem to be the type to enjoy movies anyway. not that the movies themselves are always fufilling- cary's taste skews towards the more introspective and morose and sometimes the stuff he gets into flies over the rest of his siblings' heads. it's not so much the movies themselves but the time they can spend curled up around each other- they're growing up now, and pulling apart slightly and as freeing as opening new lives outside of their childhood home is, it's a little frightening. there's always a sense that something might change suddenly and shatter the peace but it's a sense only- for now the family stays tight-knit in the comfort of their living room
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milkacchan · 4 years
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Request for anon: What would the polybros do with an s/o who is really depressed? I saw your other hc for a s/o who is touch starved and really liked it! What if their s/o also doesn't know how to take affection, and is insecure? Like they don't understand why the bros love them? Thank you so so much!!! ❤❤❤
• Everyone in the chocobros has problems, that's just what came with the territory they worked
• And they were ALWAYS there to help eachother out
• You knew this, you knew
• But you still couldn't stop yourself from keeping it yourself.
• You were here to do your job and you didn't want them to think you weren't reliable for it it.
• You kind of go into shut down mode, you're quiet but the job gets done. You're not doing or saying any of the things you usually do and they're worried
• They get even more worried when you start shying away from their touch- like you're not enjoying it
• Prompto goes to gladio practically in tears because he's so worried
• They c o r n e r you
• It literally takes them 15 minutes to pry it out of you
• And you tell them
• You tell them how insecure you've felt
• You tell them how ugly you've felt
• How undeserving you felt-
• Gladio grabs your wrist and looks you dead in the eyes and tells you how amazing you are
• Calls you his only worthy adversary
• Even now you feel like you've caused a problem
• It's prompted turn now
• he may be a sunshine boy but he definitely has his dark days/weeks
• He kisses the tears on your cheek and gently whispers that it's okay
• "Everybody has dark moments and sometimes they need help, that's why we're here princess,"
• You're holding onto his shirt, biting your lip and trying to keep the tears at bay
• Noctis isn't the best at showing f e e l i n g s
• "But I wouldn't trust anyone else with my life- nor would it be complete without you"
• you're still holding onto prompto when Iggy kisses you gently, thumbs running over your wet cheekbone
• "We're here to help you, darling. We're not going to leave you stranded- tell us when you need this help. We're all here for you."
• You nod slightly
• CUDDLE PILE
• Noctis and prompto are GLUED to you :)
• Boys do be clingy
• Noctis ain't gonna admit it but he was kind of scared earlier about what was going on so theres no way he's moving away from you
• He's either holding your hand or gripping your shirt
• Prompto his your big spoon :)
• He loves to be your big spoon bc noct is a little spoon and you usually big spoon w noct
• So he wants to let you be lil spoon.
• He's got his face covered with your hair, his nose pressed against your neck and he's humming quietly in your ear
• iggy and gladio are on either side of noct and prompto, watching with small smiles
• They definitely get their kisses in later on
• They pay pretty close attention to you over the next week or so and are SO relieved when you start acting like you usually have
• goofing off with prompto
• teasing noctis
• leaning on gladio for kisses and hugs
• helping iggy cook-
• and when things get bad again- you go to them, kind of cryptic in how you describe it bc you're still trying to get used to HAVING someone there- but they understand
• and they're patient.
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hollow-park · 3 years
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The five eldest Thorn siblings, what and adorable bunch of hellspawn! Damien and Pip are so proud of them~
I just love how @sparkles-and-trash was able to get their personalities so right here, Lilith is the perfect princess and is so charming, Lucy and Delilah while looking sweet I trust neither of them, Griffin is a nervous little thing, probably wondering when he can stop posing for this picture and go back to Ellis, and Iggy even though he's smiling nicely theres still a smug aura around him, I don't know why but it's there. I love them so much! Thank you again for making them look so adorable!
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barbwireribcage · 4 years
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Thanks for the tag @iggy-theeskimo !
1. What Are You Wearing? a red long sleeved shirt and black sweatpants
2. Ever been in love? of course, all the time
3. Ever had a terrible breakup? yeah 😔
4. How tall are you? 5'4"
5. How much do you weigh? i have no idea
6. Any tattoos you want? the ones i have in mind are a red vinyl record, a raccoon wearing one of those silly propeller hats, or the wish you were here cover
7. Any piercings you want? lmao no im a weenie about needles
8. OTP? uhhh fuck i dunno i havent consumed media with shippable characters in years now so uhhh umm me/roger uwu
9. Favorite show(s)? courage the cowardly dog probably
10. Favorite Band? take a wild fucking guess buddy (hint: its twink floyd)
11. Something you miss? my cat, stargazing on the roof, vodka, taking long walks around town
12. Favorite song(s)? hey you by pink floyd, theres no way out of here by david gilmour, post blue by placebo, anarchy by kmfdm
13. How old are you? 19
14. Zodiac sign? capricorn, like syd barrett, marilyn manson, and per ohlin!
15. Hair color? dark brown
16. Favorite quote? "if you lose your laugh, you lose your footing" - one flew over the cuckoo's nest
17. Favorite singer? syd barrett, roger waters, dennis deyoung, messiah(?) (i dont fucken know his name but i mean the guy from candlemass), noel gallagher, brian molko
18. Favorite color? red!
19. Loud music or soft music? loud loud loud! but i do like soft music if im trying to sleep
20. Where do you go when youre sad? bed
21. How long does it take you to shower? could be anywhere between 20-45 minutes
22. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? uhhh i dunno like 10-15 minutes
23. Have you ever been in a physical fight? ive been very close to getting into fights with my uncle a few times, but no
24. Turn on(s)? sure
25. Turn off(s)? plenty
26. The reason i joined tumblr? i literally dont know anymore ive been here since i was 13 im stuck
27. Fears? abandonment, inadequacy, needles, my fathers side of my family
28. Last thing that made you cry? either homesickness or abandonment issues i dont remember
29. last time you cried? i dunno sometime in the last couple of weeks
30. The meaning behind your url? yknow that one clip where roger goes "what d'you mean interesting??" yeah that
31. Last book you read? i think lord of the flies
32. Last song you listened to? peach by the front bottoms
33. Last show you watched? i have no idea
34. Last person you talked to? does the floyd frens discord count
35. Your relationship to the person you last texted? they r my frens :))
36. Favorite food? kavurma but only when my grandma on my dads side makes it
37. Place you want to visit? Iceland
38. Last place you were? maryland :/ im still here someone come pick me up america sux
39. Do you have a crush? yeth :3
40. Last time you kissed someone? a couple of hours ago
41. When's the last time you were insulted and what was it? does my boyfriend calling me a himbo today count
42. What color underwear are you wearing? black
43. What color shirt are you wearing? red, we established this in question 1
44. What color bottoms are you wearing? okay who came up with these questions and did they think about them like. At All
45. Wearing any bracelets? nope
46. Last sport you played? i was in colorguard in high school does that count
47. Last song you sang? bewitched by candlemass
48. Last prank call you remember making? none
49. Last time you hung out with someone? just today
50. Favorite movie(s)? American Pop, Creep, Requiem For A Dream
WOO THIS WAS A FUCKING HOOT AND A HALF DUG PRETTY DAMB DEEP IM TAGGIN
@lucifer-siam @richardwrights @wrightsfarfisa @herrmiu @the-smile-of-a-veil @potatofreak @thehorrorkid17
whoever else feels like it ig
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citialiin · 4 years
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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.
fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. tagged by: @forseenclade thank you ! man i am so bad at doing memes.  tagging: @blossomingbeelzebug @zhrets @lupichorous @dansiere yayayayayayayaya
My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated [ z/iggy stardust is DEFINITELY not my original character, but 683 is, and every single part of how i rp ziggy from his backstory to his personality was made up by me. that being said, ziggy is still a character that exists in media. ]
Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO. [ im pretty sure ziggy is tied with the thin white duke as one of b*wie’s most famous fictional personas? ]
Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES ? / NO / IDK.
Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.
Are they underrated?  YES / NO / IDK. [ maybe a little overrated ]
Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO.
Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.
Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO.
How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [ celebrity rock god of limitless talent vs inevitable overrated washup. most celebrities are polarizing anyways ]
How strictly do you follow canon?  — there isnt much canon to go off of i think? the album barely even states if ziggy is an alien and b*wie himself got really wishy washy about it (sometimes saying z is a human who was contacted by aliens, he was an alien himself, etc). i dont think we know anything about him besides what he looks like (red hair / weird eyes / pale / “well hung” lmao) and he has a band called the spiders from mars, he plays the guitar left handed, he’s bisexual + androgynous, and he’s charming and popular with the teens but inevitably is a victim of his own ego. and he dies.  that too.  but that’s literally it! we know Nothing else about him.  so i filled in all the gaps because my brain has worms.  theres a little bit of the story that verges on fantasy (that he’s some sort of messiah messenger for “the infinites,” whatever the fuck THAT means, david) so i nix that because i prefer hard scifi.  and theres one BIG part that i just ... deleted out of his canon, in that the world is ending in 5 years in his timeline, and he’s like ... aware of this ?  but that’s dumb and confusing.  i legit dont care anymore. my OC now.
SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  im so embarrassed i know i could be genuine and actually try but i have brain blockajjolajlakala33lak33klak333ak3jka3akjj323j3 i guess it’s like ... ziggy is truly the ultimate expression OF humanity because he reveals everything both wrong and right about the human condition, he literally embodies the best of humanity and the worst at the same time, he’s a really interesting critique on the idea of genuineness/earnestness vs commercalism in art, the perils of fame, and also how humans are so inherently corrupting?  a lot of thematic stuff i like exploring is like what is innate to humans vs what is learned behavior, what are things that humans do naturally that ziggy mimics out of his desire to be like us?  i think he has a really good story arc -- he went from being a literal nameless CLONE in a society full of pragmatic forward thinking science-oriented people to a sell out rockstar celebrity in a society of people that value individualism and self expression and art, but in the process completely lost his mind and himself and gave into the worst that humanity has to offer like rampant selfishness, drug abuse, self destructive tendencies, etc. characters changing is always interesting and ziggy truly changes for the worse -- but he is never just black and white, he was never good and then suddenly evil, he just was always the same person putting on different facades and trying to be himself by constructing an identity that maybe was who he wanted to be versus who he actually is.  i dont know what im talking about. hes just an alien trying to be too hard to be human in all the wrong ways.   i just like how “gray” ziggy is. he isnt good or bad, he can be very nice and he can be very mean, he’s overtly showboating confident but at the same time deeply afflicted with self-consciousness (why tf else would anyone be So obsessed with how they present themselves?).  hes an icon of individualism but also commercialism.  he’s freakishly alien but is almost more human than humans themselves.  he struggles as lot in his head -- which makes for interesting writing, i guess !!  Im so emabrrased im not going to go back and read what i wrote so if i typoed dont look at me
Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  i think ziggy comes across as really mean and nothing else.  his horrible bitchy rudeness comes across as hee hee hoo hoo sassy isnt he a rascal when it’s supposed to be more like ... he’s so far gone into the celebrity delusion he’s conflated aggressive rudeness with charmingness because no one told him otherwise and everyone worships him to the point where he’s just given into the delusion that he can do no wrong.  i think theres the general simplification problem that happens with a lot of fictional characters, it’s easy to see him as just a whacky sassy glittery quirky rockstar when i guess it avoids the inherent tragedy of like ... everything else about him. his totally fake and false sense of identity built up from superficial things like fame and labels and stardom.  maybe my version of ziggy is just too weirdly depressing and sad when i know his original iteration wasn’t quite so ... grim.  im not very sure tbh.  
What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  hmmm ... a lot of things! i just really got into b*wie stuff in early 2019, i’ve ALWAYS loved aliens and sci-fi, and i was really shocked that db sets up such great visual storytelling potential but does it through music.  i just really liked ziggys “story” and i like any chance to think about aliens so i just got invested into piecing together a little backstory for him using, like, the cumulative knowledge of literally every other piece of science fiction ive ever consumed in my life.  this was summer 2019 when i was making initial pitches for my thesis film, and so i just randomly decided to pitch “animated version of ziggy stardust” as one of the potential ideas.  shockingly everyone liked it a lot and so did my professor who thought it was really cool, and then i just ended up sticking with the character and working on him for an entire year.  ziggy became my hobby but also my homework.  he was such a fun character because everything about him was interesting to me and i had just enough source material to have a starting point but so much room to take him in any direction i wanted to.
What keeps your inspiration going?  —  honestly, yooooou guyssssss. i have some really amazing fwends that ive met thru here .... and some of our dumb stupid stories have literally become NOVEL length. it just self generates inspiration because you realize the limitless amount of stories you could tell with this one single character when your character enters his story or he enters their story and etc. etc.  ive drawn endless amounts of comics and stuff for him ... ziggy is just so endlessly interesting ...   cringe be cringed bro but recently (i know this sounds dumb bear with me or die.) ive kind of realized a lot of how i rp z comes as some metaphor for the experience of being an asian immigrant/being asian in the US -- his home “culture” is a lot stricter than the rampant selfish individualism of the usa (he only lives in the uk and usa, so he thinks the whole planet is like this), he’s dissuaded from standing out from his community and his selfishness becomes a community burden rather than a personal flaw, and when he does come to earth, he goes through such awful culture shock, literally nothing makes sense to him and everything is Different.  and while some things are different in a Nice way, something things are different in an Awful way, and he’s given the option between losing his true personal identity as an atominan and giving it up to be a human.  the allure of being a human is a little too much but losing yourself like this is traumatic, in a way.  obvs like ... a little silly and definitely not something that i actively intended to put into his story arc, its just something that fell into place cuz i guess i worked so closely with my own personal experiences and feelings of “alienation” (pun intended) to try to understand how he would feel being a literal alien an shid. its cathartic to write about him. but he also has a lot of my own personal interests just thrown in -- 70s fashion, scifi, science, tryhard implications about human nature, art history, whatever dumb nonsense i get into
Some more personal questions for the mun.
Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.
Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / SOMETIMES?
Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO  [ i would prefer information to spring up organically in the story but cuz threads always get dropped i end up just telling people outright. i didnt want anyone to know his home planet/his old name but barely anyone writes enough with ziggy to get to that point to reveal it (i legit managed to do it organically Once) so i just had to write it in a post lmao orz ]
Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO [ wrote a ton of drabbles ! drew a ton of comics! ]
Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO 
Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO / I DUNNO?
Are you confident in your writing?  YES / HAHA NO.
Are you a sensitive person?  YES  / NO. / IDK ? 
Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  —  definitely!  like i said ... my version of ziggy ended up being the protag of my thesis film and for 1 yr straight his characterization, backstory, design, and even how i wanted to animate his fucking movements (ziggy stardust timing charts.) were beaten to death in a classroom environment, torn apart and rebuilt into something better.  had i stayed with what i originally wanted to go with, ziggy would be so different than how i write him 2day. amazingly my pre production professor is a literal two time emmy award winning storyboard artist and animator so he definitely helped me design him (my version of ziggy is meant for ... a cartoon, obviously, not real life) and give him a better backstory?  and my post production professor is a retired disney animator who worked on hercules and a bunch of old disney channel shows?  had i gone wah wah wah i dont want to hear ur critiques i wouldnt have made him better.  if you ever think ziggy seems inconsistent or poorly written ... tell me !! i literally major in ... animation. cartoons. entertainment.  my job is to entertain you. if you are not entertained, there is a problem.  ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED ????
Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  I LOVE QUESTIONS? i love ... answering questions ... if you ask me something ill come kiss you.
If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  sure! i dont know why that would happen, though, because i mean ... he’s an OC. but i gues someone could be like “i feel like this is incongruous to things you’ve previously established in his character” or somethin
If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  i feel like a lot of b*wie stans would find my version of ziggy weird but i mean thats fine!  i guess my goal is to have a well written character, not necessarily an accurate version of ziggy
If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  if you hate MY version of ziggy thats fine but if u hate ziggy stardust in general (like the bowie concept) then u need some taste what the fuck is cooler than a egomaniac genderless bisexual rockstar alien with red hair? nothing. go back to watching your CW shows you dirty filthy normie
Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  yes! dm me though. dont clown me on the dash like that.  i usually write your replies 12 AM - 4 AM so it’s expected.
Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  hmmm ... maybe! i do like to talk to people and i am VERY nice, trust me, if youre ever sad ill do everything i can to make you feel better. but im quiet! i dont really reach out to people and i tend to just keep to myself.  im not very social or extroverted at all haha i barely can make ooc posts without feeling like god’s coming to beat my head in with a brick. im sitting here at 5:30 AM with this meme feeling like if i post it i will die (BUT I MUST)
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You said you had characters and I’m interested to hear more. I also wanted to know what a dollhouse is. I have an idea but I don’t wanna assume ya know
*toyhouse. Or more specifically toyhou.se a website for organizing characters, sub characters, literature, and images of said characters. It's super cool, but still in beta so one needs a code. I barely managed to snap one up from someone offering online. It's a bit of a lifesaver, although a bit annoying that I have to constantly log back in.toyhou . se/ KittenMalfoy/ characters/folder:295919I'm not sure if it'll let me link since I never get asks, but delete the spaces and you've got my toyhouse and the folder of my main characters and world. Vampires basically. I have a lot of lore unfortunately it's not linked and I might have to make another post for all of that, and me and my friend are working on a unique language for the vampires. And they have their own religion, and its said that all other religions are based on it. Not all but a lot, but the vampires exaggerate. And I have this gigantic world in my head and at least 90% isn't written down anywhere.Tera Perne is the real main character and the main plot line follows her from the time she was turned until modern era. And shes somewhere around 2000 so she's interacted with so many people. At first I just had the main "side characters" if you will on toyhouse. That would be Victoir Perne, Vita and Cassius Voltair, Iggy, Larry, Davide Knighting, Elizabeth Ringer, and Narcissa, and Lilith. With some added side characters for a chiche plot line that I decided not to pursue.So these main characters are important to me and I started building their mansions and clan houses in Minecraft when I didnt have motivation to write. But I started running out of my main characters. So some dumb part of me decided let's add 28 more characters, most of whom are not yet on toyhouse. So I started making icons and outfit collages for them to get a sense of who they are. Putting them online gives them age, clan, where the live, what they do. But I still havent given them personalities, so I scrolled on here for some quick prompts to write fast one shots for these new characters.And toyhouse added the literature feature so I can connect these oneshots to my characters. Most dont have any ideas yet, but there in the works still.I have so much of the lore in my head it will fill this answer fast. But the rundown is the common weaknesses of vampires are false. They are almost God like. Unless you set them on fire. Then they're dead dead. Forever. Lilith, Adam's first wife before Eve, was the original feminist and the mother of all vampires. There are real stories about this. And I played on that as the birth of vampires. This brings into the religion. Lumos, who is the good and light and creative powers in the universe, is the actual God in Christianity. Nox is all the dark, destructive, chaotic forces in the universe, and is generally Satan/the devil, although he has more powers. And it breaks off here that Lumos created the universe, Nox likes putting his(altho technically neither sex nor gender. Same goes for Lumos) nose into everything, but they both sat back to watch Earth come together with only some minor touches. And evolution is technically correct in this world. Lumos and Nox would simply help it along in the creation of mankind.Theres a lot more to the religion, but I'll save it right now. More to vampire lore. Lilith is the mother, and for a period physically birthed what is called the first generation of vampires. When she was cursed to be a vampire, so were her children. Nox blessed them with venom to turn humans to make more of their kind. Only those who were birthed are the first generation. I think we all understand how generations work. Lilith died eventually, and so her vampire children began splitting into clans. Generally, first gens were clan leaders. Altho, of course, as time progressed younger and younger vampires started their own clans.In more modern times, surviving first gens literally have control over the world. Mankind has the illusion that they have power, but in this reality they dont. At all. Vampires choose governmental leader, plan all wars and battles. Specifically I mention Hitler and the Nazis in my story. Hitler was definitely vampire appointed and rumored to be a vampire himself. Those conspiracy theories of him surviving after the war ended. Could be true in this universe. Vampires often had Nazi servants and would use the famous Nazi human experiments to find more servants, or just used them as a guise for research of vampirism, how it works, and where it starts.Blood servants are a whole other set of lore and history. Basically if a vampire shares his blood with a human, that human loses his will and the vampire can order them to do just about anything but kill themselves. The blood servants, or slaves as vampires call them because they're assholes, have no free will.I dont know what else to add cuz I havent slept, but theres a very long but shortened version of it all without all the complexities.
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*batteries not included
Paying for fun is stupid. But we do it because that’s the bill of goods we’ve been sold by a capitalist society. Everyone thinks “I️ need to have a lot of money or make a lot to do fun things. And I only do a thing most of the time if I’m getting paid” But making all this money is usually not fun. I️t doesn’t cost anything to sing in the rain or dance in the street. Of course a lot of fun things cost money and I️ do recognize it’s nearly impossible to live outside the marketplace. But why only do things that you get paid for? And why be imprisoned by paying for enjoyable things? We should strive to live lives where we mostly do things we aren’t paid for, rather things we love doing. Instead we spend most of it working and then doing stuff on the side that we don’t get paid for. Why do we have to work so much, are all of these things we want to buy really worth it? These bentleys, these hilltop mansions? And how the heck did we accept such a transaction? How did we get so caught up in the material world that we are forced to support it through hard work at whatever cost. I think it’s because of distraction. Our lives are largely filled with studying, test taking, being bored, working and other shit we don’t want to do, so how do we get through it? We need little pressure releases to keep us from killing ourselves. To keep us from questioning if this is all worth it. So they keep us distracted. Ultra, frat parties, video games, weekends. Just when we start to turn our heads and question our standing, ZAP!, Coachella!, oh theres a party this weekend? Ill do some drugs, blow off some steam.. life doesn’t suck that bad.
If we didn’t have these little treats, and we pondered all this work and pointlessness, we could become very dangerous to the marketplace. We might even start a revolution. They know what happened in 1968. They know about the stonewall riots, the black panther party, the civil rights movement, the counter culture, the situationist, et cetera.  
If we were gonna work, they had to make the work place cool too, some businesses will have a bar in the office, or a jungle gym, a nice cafe.. At google, you don’t even have to wear shoes and you can bring your pets, I wanna work there! Why would anyone refuse to spend their 9-5 here, its so comfortable! All of these little bites of coolness, and packaged rebellion, its just enough to keep us going. Keep the hamster in its wheel. The marketplace is genius. They know we don’t want to work, and they know we don’t need all this shit we are saving our money to buy, but they found a way to dismantle the young bombs inside us and we ended up on the hamster wheel anyway. Market researchers came into to our homes and studied us, so they knew exactly what we wanted, and exactly what else we wanted too. We wanted a burger, so of course we want the fries too, and the soda, ketchup, mustard…the products never stop. So we have to work more to afford it, but the work is comfortable enough so that we don’t question it. So if the work is comfortable, the benefits are nice, eventually you’ll get to use your money on the weekends or over the summer, whats the big deal? Why is it so bad to be a sheep?
I would argue its akin to the man who can’t see color. He lives his whole life without color, he doesn’t complain because he has no idea what he’s missing out on. But we can still see the color if we really want to. Jeffrey Kaplan writes about how they’ve devised a formula to keep us wanting in his article, “The Gospel Of Consumption,”
“Business leaders were less than enthusiastic about the prospect of a society no longer centered on the production of goods. For them, the new “labor-saving” machinery presented not a vision of liberation but a threat to their position at the center of power. John E. Edgerton, president of the National Association of Manufacturers, typified their response when he declared: “I am for everything that will make work happier but against everything that will further subordinate its importance. The emphasis should be put on work — more work and better work.” “Nothing,” he claimed, “breeds radicalism more than unhappiness unless it is leisure.” By the late 1920s, America’s business and political elite had found a way to defuse the dual threat of stagnating economic growth and a radicalized working class in what one industrial consultant called “the gospel of consumption” — the notion that people could be convinced that however much they have, it isn’t enough. President Herbert Hoover’s 1929 Committee on Recent Economic Changes observed in glowing terms the results: “By advertising and other promotional devices . . . a measurable pull on production has been created which releases capital otherwise tied up.” They celebrated the conceptual breakthrough: “Economically we have a boundless field before us; that there are new wants which will make way endlessly for newer wants, as fast as they are satisfied.”
No wonder we want to make so much money, we have too many things we want to buy, and its all part of their plan. The market is even smarter than that. They hijacked cool culture too.
“Nike shoes are sold to the accompaniment of words delivered by William S. Burroughs and songs by The Beatles, Iggy Pop, and Gil Scott Heron ("the revolution will not be televised"); peace symbols decorate a line of cigarettes manufactured by R. J. Reynolds and the walls and windows of Starbucks coffee shops nationwide; the products of Apple, IBM, and Microsoft are touted as devices of liberation; and advertising across the product category sprectrum calls upon consumers to break rules and find themselves.”  -The Conquest of Cool
It doesn’t stop there. Anything new, revolutionary, bold, exciting, cool, everything will be packaged and sold to the masses, by the market. Everything and anything cool you do will be quickly be co-opted and marketed. So then we gotta find something else thats cool, but thats exactly what they want. It’s the perfect equation, we rebel, they sell it, we quit that and find something else, then they just go and sell that too. We’re just rotating the crops. But they got tired of chasing the cool, now they just tell us what to want. Cool still existed and it still rocked. True rebellion existed too, the dadaists, the renaissance, counter culture, LGBT, the beats, the hippies, the black panther party, the list goes on. But it’s sort of diluted, it’s hard to tell if an act is authentic rebellion or just something to sell. I️ know Marcel Duchamp was really rebelling when he submitted his urinal to the exhibition of the Society of Independent Artists, in 1917, but is Marlon Brando really rebelling? When he struts into town with his formidable stature, and wandering gaze. With his blue jeans and leather jacket, or is I️t just a big commercial for Levi Strauss? Buy this new look if you wanna be cool like Brando. All this rebellion was real, but the market eventually saw this and did something about I️t. They sold our little rebellions to us with Dr Martins, hot topic, urban outfitters, etc. These companies have packaged and sold our oppositional energies. The words rebellion and revolution are so watered down, they were even able to make us feel rebellious by our decision to wear vans instead of converse! They are fueling our rebellions so that we feel satisfied.  So we don’t freakout!
So now they tell us what we want. Oh you need this new iPhone, this outfit, these shoes, blah blah I️t never stops. How many times did Wozniak say that this new iPhone will revolutionize everything. We are literally put on this earth to buy and sell.  
Can we really live authentically? And how can we exist outside the market place? Or at least try? Advertisements for these ivory towers to live in, for these vehicles of mass opulence, for these clothes knitted in gold… its been shoved down our gullet and posted on every wall we pass. In class we talked about how we don’t need all this shit, but they’ve made us want it so bad, that we are basically imprisoned by material. Because we are imprisoned, we must fund our material obsessions, by studying business and accounting, getting internships that put your foot in the door, then a cushy job after college. They’ll tell you, college is for making connections.. you don’t actually learn shit. Nobody uses their major anymore, its just a stamp of approval. I think thats why some people hate college, why doesn’t anyone study art history, or the apartheid in Africa, or the renaissance, music history…why doesn’t anyone want us to know these things? Everyone you meet is just seen as a stepping stone that leads to your palace someday. Oh I gotta be friends with this guy, he can cut me a deal on a nice house later on, and this guy will get me a free car..etc. I got a photographer friend, a banker friend, a chef friend, man I’m set! I mean so many of our relationships are just like empty calories. When you say ‘have a nice day’ as you pass the hostess on the way out of a nice dinner, do you really mean it? Do you want to help her actually have a nice day? Do you care if she does or not? The answer is probably not. But what are we supposed to do just walk out and say no words? I think this is tunnel vision at its finest. We think that this is the only way to live so we do it without question because the unknown is too scary.  So then we do things like joining a fraternity because theres nothing else to do in this town. We don’t want to be lonely. We don’t want to venture into the unknown. Joining a fraternity as an antidote for loneliness is gasoline to put out a fire, man. We study to get degrees that will get us great jobs so we can drive to work faster in our Ferraris, to make more money…just running faster and faster on that hamster wheel. Why are we so obsessed with being successful? That equation is why most people live lives of quite desperation. “Well, theres nothing else to do, theres no other life to live….If I didn’t do this with my life, what else would I do with my time?” So who’s to blame for this plutocracy, this capitalist society? Is it our fault? Is it the markets fault? The market research teams, our parents, society…who’s responsible for this! A world of mooks and midriffs! I don’t know, and at this point I don’t think it matters.
Maybe We Just have to Go. Go outside, go for a walk. Life’s joy doesn’t only come from personal relationships and material posessions, but experiences with nature too. Christopher McCandless knew that when he set out for Alaska.
I️ have found great joy in riding my bike on a breezy day, through the falling leaves that shed from the trees above, or sitting out on a doc at some marina underneath the moonlight, playing my harmonica as the boats sway. Hell, I’ve had times far more mysterious and enjoyable then any trip abroad, just looking at the Lake or the beach for a while. Its true we all need a tonic of wildness, but its closer than you think and a lot cheaper too. These things are basically free, and I️m not getting paid to do them. Granted there was a transaction to get the bike.. but these are ways I️ try existing outside the marketplace. Of course brands like REI, Patagonia, Vissla, etc, they try to sell me things I’ll need when I️m off exploring, and I️ buy them because I️m a hedonist too. I just try my best to only take what ill need. And most the things I do buy, I won’t actually need. I️ met a kid the other day while biking. Brandon Stephan Davis. He stood tall and radiated this strange cloud of wisdom around him. His hair was wild and dreaded, clothes withered and faded. He’s a kid about our age, from the big Apple. Hitchhiked all the way to the 305 with nothing but a backpack, an instrument he invented, and his poetry journal. Thats pretty cool. Brandon did that entire journey with basically no money, and not a lick of REI or Patagonia apparel on him. Man, did he have a lot to say! He wrote poetry in a small journal that he kept in his fanny pack, I had the pleasure of hearing one on black oppression. I️ asked him where he was headed, he pulled out a neatly folded map that looked like it had been around. He pointed to this small river and said, “I️m just gonna sit there and watch the water, then I’ll figure out what next. I️ got no where to be.” I can bet he didn’t have a lot of money, but I’d say he’s one the most successful people I’ve met in a while.
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leonmckennedy · 7 years
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a lil while back @likeappletrees suggested this [ kinkmeme prompt ] to me and it’s becoming much more of a Longer Thing than i anticipated. so. here’s the first part? its in progress so bear w/ me pls (also i just want it known that i Meant for this to just be pwp but instead theres just PINING NOW. IM SORRY. I CANT HELP IT)
parts: one (here!) [two] [three]
skill is in the eye of the beholder (and this beholder has great attention to detail)
ignis had, to a most unfortunate degree, underestimated the dogs of the empire. the magitek infantry seemed monstrous at first sight, unapproachable in a hoard, but upon closer inspection they weren't much. just machines, machines with a pretty punch, but machines.
but, that "pretty punch" is exactly whats ailing him now. they've fought mts in small groups before, but never a hoard as large as the one they currently face. ignis would have suggested a strategic retreat, had their escape route not been completely swamped with the things, brandishing their weapons and stalking close to them. So they all kept together and fought. And it was going well right until the point where ignis turned his back on an enemy --and he screams at himself for this later, such an irresponsible thing to do, you know better-- and gets a sharp sword to his side as a result.
ignis swings around when he feels the mts presence, but it isn't fast enough to avoid the blade, slashing deep and hot into his right side. he yells out, loudly but cut short by the pain as he stumbles away. the mt goes for another hit, but ignis is thankfully aware enough to dodge it, only dropping to the ground and rolling a few feet away because damn if moving didn't hurt, currently.
among the usual battle chatter, he hears the others screaming his name. noctis, with his worry barely hidden in his voice, is fighting through a rather large group of mts that have surrounded him. he looks desperate, as best as ignis can see from his low vantage point and he keeps looking in ignis' direction and he slowly mows down the robots in front of him. part of ignis wants to yell at him to keep his eyes forward, lest he end up like ignis now. underestimated indeed.
gladio is also too far away, having a much better time of taking down the things but struggling to advance because there's so many of them. at realizing that he can't do much from his side of he field, the man relents and turns his head, yells "help iggy!" as he buries his sword into another hunk of metal.
the mt in front of ignis has been approaching ignis with it's strange gait, its upper body seeming to twist at odd angles. ignis goes over his options as he watches it, knowing he could roll to dodge one attack but would be wide open for a second one. he could summon his daggers again, but from such s low stance he wouldn't do much other than hold it back for a moment. ignis steels himself either way, because he's definitely not going down without a fight either way. the mt raises his sword, ignis grits his teeth, and--
"got 'im!"
there's a flurry of bullets suddenly, rapid fire that thuds into the machine's metal back, halting it's current action. it seems to stutter for a moment before turning around to look st the source. ignis turns to look as well, because in his pain-addled state it had been the last thing he expected.
apparently prompto had been closer to ignis than he knew, the young man answering gladio's request with gusto. gusto, being the term ignis would use, because prompto is certainly approaching the enemy with lots of energy. it's surprising ignis, because prompto hates battles, is always the first one to complain about a monster being to big or scary or gnarly looking. but yet here he is, running in with his gun blazing, staring the beast in the face.
with a grunt, prompto avoids the swing the mt decided to aim towards him, and he drops to the ground. he uses his running momentum to slide underneath the thing. it's not a perfect slide, as the mts legs are far apart in its stance but not far enough, so to compensate prompto grabs it's leg as he goes, using it as leverage for him to lift his gun arm and fire several shots into it's undercarriage. ignis doesn't have to see it up close to know prompto aimed for the spots between its armor, the small unprotected spots that were in an area people werent supposed to see, because the way the mt stutters to a halt and shakes is all the proof he needs.
prompto rolls to a stop and jumps to his feet quickly, using the small opening he has to kick the mt in the back, sending it sprawling to the ground.
ignis doesn't have time to really register what happens until prompto is suddenly at his side, pulling him to an unsteady sitting position.
"i got you, ignis!" prompto says, producing a potion from one of his pockets. he applies it to ignis' wound, releasing a breath when he sees the green glow that means the magic is working.
ignis takes in a gasping breath as the pain dissipates. he coughs, looking up at prompto hovering over him worriedly, and.... in all honesty, he doesn't see prompto at all.
not the prompto he knows, the one who complains about how scary the night is, who makes cracks about everything he'd rather do than be in a battle at the moment. who noctis sticks closer to instinctively, because he doesn't want anything to happen to his less experienced friend. ignis doesn't see the barely trained, greenhorn that wiggled his way into the crownsguard by luck. as prompto grabs his hand and hauls him to his feet, patting his back in a friendly manner, ignis sees prompto as he is.
a fighter.
he doesn't have the battle experience or training the rest of them have, but if that little stunt told ignis anything, it was that prompto is plenty prepared.
"are you okay?" prompto leans to get a good look at ignis' face, frowning.
ignis clears his throat. "yes. you... you have my thanks."
"no prob-- wouldn't be the same without ya, ignis."
ignis nods to prompto, who gives him a smile and then turns back towards the battle field, already going at a sprint towards their two companions, the ones swamped with the brunt of the mts. ignis finds himself watching prompto as he follows, watches how prompto approaches the mts fearlessly and attacks them head-on. watches the accuracy to his bullets, the effectiveness to his kicks. prompto is a fast runner and has pretty good reflexes, so while he doesn't dodge attacks in a graceful manner he does so quickly and effectively, and a good majority of the time is prepared to counter attack immediately.
at first, ignis is surprised. were these things he hadn't noticed before? perhaps he'd just assumed prompto, who noctis sticks close to just in case, who didn't spend years in the crownsguard like he or gladio, needed to be protected. assumed he wouldnt be able to hold his own. he starts making notes to himself, rearranging the mental file of things he knew and once understood about the man.
when they finally trash the last of the bothersome monsters and verbally celebrate their victory, ignis can't help but let his eyes wander over to prompto. prompto stretches his arms and shoulders after the battle, no doubt because of all the recoil from his pistols, and ignis watches the lean muscles as he moves back and forth. and ignis imagines prompto must be like that all over-- lean, powerful muscle.
ignis takes a steadying breath, looks away before prompto can meet his eyes.
he.... may have a problem.
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prynacle · 7 years
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Found my impresion on Ep. Prompto! I never posted it and is supper messy. Posting it for posterity.
Omg. 
Lets begin.
The cold looks painful :c. And they trapped him.
Prompto waking up and facing ardyn. Up to a bad start.
Those rapid flipping images where a nice addition, from a cinematic pov.
Bby proooom.
Definitely a bad start if we have to hear verstael first thing ughhh.
We knew verstael was sick, but hearing what he did in detail, in his own voice, gives impact.
Ardyn is an asshole, but whats new.
He got the oportunity to shake the fear away by snaping a few robot necks here.
I bet Cor would be proud, heck, I would be too. He learned well.
Ebony machines are rest points. Ebony is home ;-;;;;;;;
So. many. recordings, all creepy and disgusting. At least his madness is recorded.
Walking it to those tubes, full of your bald look alikes... poor prompto ;_;
"Deep breaths" same
Of course ardyn knew he was there 9-9
Promptos face during this whole scene.  I can only imagine the horror he is feeling.
Best patricide ever tho. Shut up ardyn.
Thats right prompto, you tell him to shut up.
Ok you are having a break down, thats no good.
Aranea to the rescue!
Shake him to his feet!! I love her *-*
*wild bazooka and automatic shooting*
Is nice to hear Aranea encouraging him :')
Now off to the snow!
FROM WHERE ARE THEY SHOOTING THOSE MISSILES??
Prompto now is not time for a nap hmmmmmm
Prompto trying to be optimist but mentioning iggys food... ;-;
Are they seriously asking to choose to de self harm?
He actually did it ahhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHH
Aranea is a god send angel kjdnxlndkhbk.
Aranea made the "uggggh" face and I cackled, sorry prom.
Thats right, talk some sense into him.
She is so done with him lol.
Poor Prompto ;-; *pats*
Now for the part that made my heart leap out of my chest
PRYNA
fuken pryna im serious she appeared and I
Ok so when it said "follow the barks" I was like NO FUCKING WAY prynaa??????
But then I went into denial like "it cant be, she died shortly after luna, Maria said it." So I was exceptic, thinking it was going to be Umbra or some wild wolf.
But no
There she was
Her fluffy tail waggling and I WAS OUT OF BELIEF THAT SE ACTUALLY DECIDED TO GIVE HER SOME SORT OF MINUSCLE RELEVANCE???
Listen, I dont care if she is supposed to be there and made a ghost appareance to help prompto or it was all inside promptos head. She appeared and used her model and my heart was content because I had already given away any hope of her appearing again.
I'll be always bitter that they made two dogs but only gave relevance to 1 like, I want both doggos to appear!!
Ahhhhhhhh
From there on my mind only screamed Pryna because jdnfneuc I love that dog so much. It still is omg.
"Reconect with your inner child" ihdwjhsdjhsdjhsnkx
Lunaaa!
Lunas letter!!
The sylleblosoms!!!
Prompto acepting himself as he is!!!!!!!!!!hdjdjjsbsbshjc
My heart was leaping out of my chest. I had to literally stand up and take a break.
How did he find aranea so quick? Lol Ok better for me I dont mind.
Two baddases, fighting side to side. I love them.
Oh yes, the "shortcake" nickname comeback :')
Omg the call the emperor his magnificence xddddd of course they do.
I felt bad for the guy that went from "yes! im working on this secret project!" to "my boss is an asshole and this stuff we are doing is gross".
The whole monkey fight ._.
If theres something I learned from rpgs is that melee is stronger than rangers :////
Good thing he goes aerial I guess.
Prompto own his life to aranea and her quick thinking and driving skills tbh thats what saved them most in the last boss fight xd she picked a good mobile.
Of course, proms shooting skills have their merit too.
Are you not going to give a lift to aranea? Are her friends going to pick her up? What? Ok then, bye aranea.
These two are so cute.
I love them.
Prompto and Noctis!
Noctis, you are so tsundere.
They are so cute *cries*
*stand by me plays in head and crying intensifies*
DID THEY REALLY MAKE A FROZEN JOKE AHJASHDAK.
I tought i was emotionally exausted, then ep ignis trailer rolled and I realized how wrong I was.
---- To conclude: Things I picked up from ep. Ignis trailer.
He is in altissia, because of the angel wing in the statue. Ignis said the last thing he saw was "the cancellors ship heading towards the altar" but now it seems he hid some details surrounding the situation. Oh Iggy ;A; what the hell did you go through?
About ep. Promto, they never explain or show how he go the coat, how did he survive the fall from the train or how was he captured in gralea. Non essentials, but I wanted to know anyway. Ah well, I liked it, I GOT TO SEE PRYNA, prompto is happy and he is best budds with Aranea :D thats, very cute.
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Sleeping All The Time
Hey everybody. It’s RJ. I’d like to say I’m back, but I’m not sure if that’s true, so I’ll settle with I’m here for now. It’s been a wacky ride, getting on my new meds, taking on more shifts at work, trying to get through the day with bitchy customers and a head full of psych meds. It’s honestly been exhausting, and I’ve been doing all I can to muster up the energy to come back, but it’s frustratingly harder than I anticipated. This little piece is a product of a long nap, and a few FOB songs to get me in the spirit. I know there are still a butt ton of requests waiting to be filled, and some asks waiting to be answered, and I’m not gonna ignore them forever. But for right now, I’m taking it one step at a time. So as a sort of...apology for all that, heres a small Cisco fic, hope you all like it.
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“Cisco!” Pablo called as he bounded up the stairs, brandishing a very confused cat in his arms, “Cisco check it out, I taught Iggy a new trick! Cisco!”
“Shhhh!!!” Pablo froze, met with a scowling Francisco, the confused Iggy cat scrambling from Pablo’s arms. “Do you have no concept of an inside voice?!” Francisco demanded, gripping the tops of the banister so tightly, his knuckles were white.
Pablo eyed his doppelganger’s grip on the wood, and imagined Francisco would rather it be his neck, but was restraining himself. “S-sorry,” Pablo mumbled meekly, “I was just...I didn’t mean to-”
“Lay off him Francisco,” Cisco instructed firmly, “she’s still asleep.” Francisco did as he was told, but shot a lasting, smoldering look of warning in Pablo’s direction  before turning and dropping dejectedly on the couch. Cisco managed a small smile at his more chipper doppelganger, “what is it you wanted to show me buddy?” he asked politely, calmly, but Pablo knew Cisco, and even if he didn’t, he knew himself. All of the Cisco’s had similar nervous tells.
First was the hair tucking, whenever something was going a little sideways, you could find any Cisco with his hair down tucking it behind his ears carefully. Next was a common one, lip biting, nervous Cisco’s tended to nibble on their bottom lips, sometimes without noticing, which Cisco prime was doing right now as he looked down at Pablo. Third, and possibly less common among the four of them, but still obvious, was the pocketing. The two of them that were career engineers tended to be animated with their hands when speaking, but when they were nervous, those animated hands got tucked securely in pants pockets, probably Pablo guessed, to avoid worse habits like nail biting, or knuckle cracking. Cisco was displaying all three indicators, hair tucked, lip in his teeth, and hands snug in his jeans, and Pablo knew that a nervous Cisco was never a good sign.
“What’s wrong?” Pablo aked, ignoring the question about what he’d wanted to show his doppelganger.
Cisco seemed surprised at Pablo’s intuition at first, but then shook his head realizing it probably wasn’t too hard to piece together from his perspective. “Nothing,” he lied, shrugging his shoulders, “Francisco and I were just worried you might wake RJ.”
“Wake RJ?” Pablo repeated with a frown, “I thought she was awake, I just saw her eating cereal an hour ago.”
Cisco nodded and began to open his mouth to explain something, but Francisco butt in. “She went back to bed idiot, I didn’t realize that was such a hard concept to grasp.”
“Hey, thats enough!” Cisco snapped back, “you don’t get to treat him like garbage just because you’re worried. You know he’s not like us.”
‘Not like us’ stood out to Pablo, making his stomach turn with his own nervousness, his lip finding it’s way between his teeth. “Did you guys vibe something about RJ?” he asked softly, “something bad?”
Francisco made an exasperated noise, but kept his mouth shut. Cisco let out a weary sigh, giving his doppelganger another small smile as he shook his head, “No Pablo, we didn’t vibe something bad about RJ.” He glanced back down the hall towards RJ’s room, a place where all four of them used to congregate quite regularly, but now hardly ever saw. The twisting in Pablo’s stomach got worse, and Cisco seemed to sense it. “Come on, lets go outside for some fresh air ok?” Cisco suggested, nodding towards the back deck door, “I’ll explain it to you out there, alright?”
Pablo nodded hesitantly, climbing the last few steps he’d been stopped on, and following his doppelganger out onto the deck. The sun was bright and warm, and the sky a pretty shade of blue, with massive fluffy white clouds drifting lazily by. Normally a view like that could brighten Pablo’s day in a snap, but with all this strange secrecy about a problem Pablo had yet to know about, the view was unimportant to him. “Is RJ gonna die?” Pablo blurted out the question before he had time to stop himself, the worry in him bubbling to the surface like mentos in coke.
“What? No!” Cisco assured him quickly, “Jesus no...it’s nothing that serious,” he said the word ‘serious’, then seemed to back track and added, “ok well...it’s nothing that detrimental, I should say.”
“Cisco...” Pablo whined, tears brimming in his eyes, “I don’t want RJ to die, I don’t want her to be in pain at all, I just want her to be happy and healthy like always, I don’t want-”
“Slow down buddy,” Cisco quickly intervened, putting a hand on each of Pablo’s shoulders to steady him. “I just said she’s not gonna die, so take a breath and let that sink in before we continue, ok?”
Pablo nodded, doing as instructed while Cisco did the same. He held his breath for a count of ten, then let it out slowly, the twisting in his stomach eased only a little. “Ok tell me,” Pablo said swiftly, squeezing his eyes shut, “what’s wrong with RJ?”
He heard Cisco sigh again, felt his hands fall from his shoulders, then heard “There’s nothing wrong with her,” his eyes snapping open in a confused and accusing look at his doppelganger. “Ok well there is something wrong, but not like wrong wrong...it’s more mentally wrong than physically?” Cisco tried to explain it better, but knew he was failing, after all it was difficult to talk about someone elses’s struggle, you weren’t in their place, you didn’t know the extent of it. Cisco took in another breath, “Ok look, you know what depression is, right?” he asked, hoping Pablo wasn’t as much of a Disney prince as he seemed, and was familiar with the concept of such all consuming negative feelings.
Pablo frowned as if trying to do a particularly hard math problem in his head, “Yes…?” he replied slowly, “I mean...sort of...that’s the thing that you have because...well because of...umm,” He glanced sideways nervously, then whispered the name he wasn’t sure Cisco wanted to hear, “Dante.”
To Pablo’s surprise, Cisco smiled, even while nodding in the affirmative that Pablo was right. “Yeah ok, I do have it, and some of it is from losing Dante, but there’s other parts to it as well,” he nodded to the chairs positioned around the deck table, taking a seat himself.“The important part is that you know what it is,” Cisco continued, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he explained, “depression is a mental illness, it’s sort of like...you remember when we had that Harry Potter marathon?” Pablo nodded, not sure how Harry Potter was involved, but listening intently to what Cisco had to say. “Ok, well it’s like being attacked by a Dementor,” Cisco went on, “all the happiness is just sorta...sucked out of you, and you just feel like nothing is worth while, and nothing is good, and nothing makes you happy, and everything makes you tired, and just-” he paused realizing he was rambling, then shook his head, “basically it sucks, and there’s no cure for it, but you can sort of wrangle it into remission with medication and stuff.”
Pablo nodded, absorbing all of this information, and applying it to RJ. “So...RJ has depression?” he asked, wanting to clarify, “that’s whats wrong with her?”
Cisco nodded, “Yup,” he replied, then sighed as he sat back, “and right now, she’s having a hard time wrangling it, so she went back to bed because...well because it seemed like the best thing to do.”
Pablo nodded, then nodded some more, looking almost like a life size bobble head until he asked, “Isn’t she on medication?”
Cisco sighed again, nodding as his eyebrows drew together. “Yeah, she’s on new medication though, and it sometimes takes a while for depression meds to work, if they work at all.” He drew his lip up between his teeth again, gazing thoughtfully into space, “That’s why Francisco is so grouchy, he wants the meds to work for RJ, but theres nothing he can do to make sure they work, and you know him, hes always got a back up plan, only theres no way to have a back up plan in this scenario, so he’s stuck waiting it out and it’s driving him up a wall...it’s driving me up a wall too.”
Pablo frowned at Cisco, watching a sadness come over Cisco’s eyes as he continued to gaze at nothing in particular. He leaned forward, placing a hand on Cisco’s knee. “She’ll be alright though,” Pablo said rather than asked, “she’s always alright in the end, so she’ll be alright this time too.”
Cisco’s eyes focused on Pablo’s face, taking in the determinedly confident little smile Pablo had. “You think so?” Cisco asked, a small smile of his own quirking his lips.
Pablo nodded, “I know so,” he assured Cisco gently, “I mean, she’s got us, so we can make sure she is.”
Cisco’s smile fell slightly, “Pablo, theres no way we can make sure she’s -” but Pablo cut him off.
“Sure there is!” Pablo declared with a wider smile, “I mean no, we can’t do anything about her medicine, but we can do it in other ways,” he was practically grinning now, “we can keep her company, make sure she eats, make sure she sleeps well, make sure she smiles every so often,” he shrugged as if he were listing the simplest tasks in the world, “she’ll be right as rain in no time!”
Cisco let out a soft chuckle at Pablo’s enthusiasm. “You really think we can help her that much?” he asked.
Pablo nodded, “Absolutely,” he replied, “it worked for you didn’t it?”
Cisco smiled at that, “Yeah...yeah I guess it did.”
Pablo smiled back, “See, we can do it, one step at a time.”
“What are you guys so smiley about?” Cisco and Pablo turned towards the door, a groggy RJ gazing down at them.
“I’m sorry darling, I told Pablo to be quieter, but you know how he is-” Francisco was apologizing behind her, but Pablo had jumped to his feet.
“RJ, you’re up!” he rushed her with a hug, “I’m sorry if I woke you, I didn’t realize you needed more rest,” he took a step back, smiling at her the whole time, “do you need anything, water, a snack? Oh, did you wanna see the new trick I taught Iggy?”
RJ blinked at him, the sun and his chipper attitude almost blinding her. “Um...I am thirsty...” she admit, managing a small little smile.
“Ok, I’ll get you some water, or did you want something else? Tea? Coffee?”
RJ smiled a little more, “Tea sounds lovely actually,” she decided, “Earl Grey with milk and honey?”
Pablo nodded, “Coming right up,” he declared. He moved past her carefully, shooting a smile at Francisco as he glared suspiciously at him.
RJ squinted out at Cisco, “Were you two talking about me?” she asked running a hand through he sleep mussed hair.
Cisco nodded, “Yes,” he told her honestly.
RJ frowned, “Nothing bad I hope?”
Cisco shook his head and smiled., “No, nothing bad.”
RJ nodded, “Ok...good.” She scratched her head again and yawned, “Sorry I’ve been sleeping so much lately, I just -”
At that Cisco stood, shaking his head, and taking her face in his hands. “You have nothing to apologize for,” he assured her earnestly, “you get all the rest you need, we’ll be here when you come back.”
RJ gave him a pouty little smile, batting her sleepy lashes at him. “You promise?”
Cisco nodded, “Promise.”
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