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#if you see my multitude of mistakes..... no you dont
Tucker Carlson cherry-picked through the 1/6 footage to try and portray this as a "normal" day at the Capitol when it came to tours. One Republican said it best. It they wanted to tour the Capitol they should have gotten in line like normal people do when they want a tour. People broke into the Capitol. People brutalized Capitol Guards and that's a fact lost on Trumptards. Congressman were hiding in the House Chambers as these rioters tried to break in. Why can't you see that for what it is. As to the COVID "hoax", well, I've known some nurses and doctors who have a differing opinion than you do since they've been on the front lines of it. It's sad that some like yourself are in denial.
Tucker “cherry-picked”? That’s ingenious from someone who (as in you), obviously believe all the propaganda bs the likes of CNN spewed on the nation. My take would be this….if they were truly rioting, and IF they wanted congress member dead, they would be dead. Why were they hiding? Why didn’t they come out and take control of the situation? If middle America wanted to stage a take over, it would have happened. There is plenty of gun power among the average citizen….and this is precisely why Americans should never surrender their right to bear arms. In all fairness, if there is nothing to hide, then why is congress having to demand the footage be released?
One thing I’ve never done is call anyone a Bidentard. To lower yourself to the point that would infer someone is a “retard” is not only juvenile but extremely insulting. People on your side of things love to name call. Whether it’s a “Trumptard”, “xenophobic”, “racist”. I simply see you as someone with a differing view. We don’t all have to agree or believe the same thing. But at least I treat people with civility.
As for the covid “hoax”? I never said it was a hoax. I’ve been a nurse for 20+ years. I worked almost 15 years in a Level I trauma, magnet certified pediatric intensive care unit. I have seen first hand what flu and rsv can do to a child’s body. I NEVER said covid was a hoax, I said it’s a VIRUS, just like the flu and rsv. Let me break it down for you. Viruses will kill people. Every year seemingly healthy children and adults die from viruses. My problem is the fact that the government lied to its citizens. The vaccine is not effective. It hasn’t been properly tested. If you don’t know what is entailed in a vaccine being approved you should educate yourself. It takes YEARS of trials and studies before being approved by the FDA. so ask yourself who stood to profit from a vaccine being mass produced and rolled out so quickly. Do not EVER make the mistake of saying i dont know what the front line is like. I’ve seen the front line first hand. That’s a stupid title to give to people who have gone to work for years and taken care of people with a multitude of infectious diseases and never needed any appreciation for it. Every day I went to work and put on an isolation gown and mask. I’ve seen a baby with RSV struggle to breath. I’ve seen parents filled with fear because their child was losing every extremity to meningitis. You don’t know the first thing about healthcare…but we go to work every day and never need praise for what we do. We just do the job.
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sinwrote · 2 years
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#𝚂𝙸𝙽𝚆𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴      ❝    a  study  in  caprice,  the  poeticism  of  identity  &   the  anatomy  of  characterisation.   ❞         
Over spring - summer i will have very spotty activity, i work two jobs that are affected heavily by tourism so if i disappear for a week this is very much due to being exhausted both physically and socially from work. I don’t expect long durations of silence to be accepted by everyone so please take this into consideration when interacting with me, thank you. 
firstly, thank you for taking the time to read my rules. the name’s ray,  26 and I go by they / them pronouns. SINWROTE consists of a multitude of characters from various media, consisting majorly of games and anime /  manga. see characters here.
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if i see one more post about assholes "shutting down" people by saying the most disrespectful shit ever im gonna just fucking lose it like what the absolute fuck when did it become normal to harass people based on personal bias, completely false superiority, or just being an asshole??? cause man if people can get away with assaulting people in the multitude of "excusable actions" circulating im just gonna fucking go around doin the same thing. oh you think someone with a uterus shouldnt be trusted with the basic right to abort a pregnancy? well i think you shouldnt have your face because its going to "end a life" if someones having a bad day and you glare at them.
"they were asking for it because they were wearing something inappropriate?" no they fucking werent they can go wear whatever the fuck they want?? oh its offending god? yeah doesnt the bible address this by someone getting told to pull their eyes out if they cant stand to look at a normal fucking human being eithout being overwhelmed by lust?? why dont you stay true to your religion and go pull your eyes out? or better yet, go kill yourself. right fucking now. if you really think its okay to abuse someone for existing then man im gonna do it too!
and oh man oh me oh my if god "doesnt make mistakes" then man... guess you really should pull your eyes out! other religions too: like i get it im not saying religion is inherently bad but man if youre gonna go harass someone because "har har harr everyone has to conform to get saved at death" why dont you maybe can it?? why the fuck dont you focus on life before worryinf about what happens after? now im not exactly a genius with religion but i think like the basic structure is in fact to protect ones soul after death, right? yeah wouldnt a god or creator or whatever want you to live a life that doesn't harm other people?? man hmm it seems like maybe hiding behind religion is stupid as fuck!
its also stupid as fuck to harass people and murder snd just ruin their lives for other shit they cant control?? most problems bloom from stereotypes that some fuckass made up because they couldnt recognize another human? erm acshually nemo youre wrong-- shut the fuck up? youre not free from bias because you think you know better- im not either?? but at least my bias is that horrible people (in my opinion) suck ass and not that "oh gee that person is not an exact mirror of me they gotta die!! they must be evil!!" uhm?? how much of an ego do you have to think that everyone should be like you?? kill yourself.
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5.3 Geographical Modulation
The following are two translations both carried out by Angeliki Papazoglou, a student from my 2019 Master’s translation class, who, beginning with a tourist text on Montpellier, created a fictive city called Darkon City. She then proceeded to locate some of her other experimental translations for the class in this same universe, thus highlighting an important tenet of the class: the reflection on context and world as a primordial guideline for translation strategy. Darkon city is also an example of ‘antotranslation’ (Outranspo’s version of VD’s contraire negativé), translating sunlight to darkness, comedy to tragedy, cats to reptiles. There are also a number of other Outranspian constraints woven into Papazoglou’s translations: see if you can find them! 
A) Original tourist text on Montpellier and Papazoglou’s translation into Darkon City
Prompt: Translate, changing the time or place (real or imaginary)
Montpellier
Il est un pais où l'eau ne sort que de la terre et le soleil reste bien haut dans le ciel. Avec deux fois plus de journées ensoleillées que la moyenne nationale et une multitude de fontaines, qui ont donné à la ville son surnom de "ville aux 100 fontaines", Montpellier est, dès cette introduction, un paradis pour les aficionados de l'héliocentrisme touristique. Ces deux arguments ayant déjà, certainement, provoqué chez certains un départ précipité pour cette ville promise, ne doivent plus rester, devant ces lignes, que les personnes pour qui le soleil n'est pas la seule motivation d'un voyage. Que ces dernières ne fassent pas l'erreur de rayer la cité de leurs destinations de vacances car Montpellier est aussi riche de découvertes qu'elle l'est de lumière. Dotée d'un centre historique millénaire, la ville foisonne d'attraits culturels et patrimoniaux que font vivre une culture méditerranéenne de la vie en extérieur. Il n'est donc pas étonnant de constater que l'essentiel de la vie des montpelliérains se déroule sur les magnifiques places, fruits d'une riche histoire architecturale. L'un des exemples les plus représentatifs de cette abondance visuelle est la place de la Comédie. Lieu de jonction entre les quartiers anciens et les bâtiments modernes du jeune quartier Antigone, cette place est un lieu de rencontre privilégié pour la population. On aime y déambuler entre le théâtre du 19e siècle (dont l'architecture s'apparente à celle de l'Opéra Garnier), les immeubles haussmaniens, la fontaine des 3 Grâces et les nombreux restaurants et bars qui s'y épanouissent. On y découvre aussi l'édifice le plus spectaculaire de la ville, la cathédrale Saint Pierre. […]
https://www.easyvoyage.com/france/montpellier
Darkon City
There is a place where water spouts out of the ground and the sky rests its dark veil upon the city. Having twice as many days full of darkness as any average French city and a multitude of fountains that have given the town the name “the town of one hundred fountains”, Darkon City, according to this introduction, is a paradise for the lovers of darkness-oriented tourism. 
These two arguments probably already have convinced many to visit this promised land. All that is left now is to convince those for whom darkness is not the only relevant criterion for traveling. 
Hopefully those people will avoid making the mistake of crossing this city off of their list of holiday destinations, for Darkon City is brims with places to explore as much as with darkness. 
Being endowed with a city centre of a thousand-year-old historical significance, this town is overflowing with cultural and patrimonial attractions which unveil the outdoor lifestyle of the Haunted Mountains. Therefore, it’s easy to assume that Darkonians experience some of the most important moments of their lives in these magnificent squares which are the fruits of a historically rich architecture. 
One of the most representative examples of this visual abundance is Tragedy Square, which is a famous meeting point as it connects the ancient districts to the modern buildings of the newer district of Aspawn. 
You will love wandering around 38th century theatre, which is architecturally similar to the Morbid Opera, the futuristic gothic buildings, the fountain of Three Graces and the numerous restaurants and bars that appear before your eyes. 
There you will also find the town’s most spectacular building, Saint Stone cathedral. 
B) original text on an animal and Pazoglou’s translation into Darkon City
Prompt: Translate changing the world (real or imaginary—and yes you can change the animal!)
Une nouvelle espèce de chats à été découverte en Corse
Imaginez qu’une des créatures de nos mythes et légendes s’avère réellement exister. C’est ce qui fut le cas du « Ghjattu-volpe » en Corse. Baptisé le « Chat-renard » en français, cette nouvelle espèce de félin (d’apparence plus « chat » que « renard ») est un « mythe devenu réalité » qui intrigue les chercheurs.
En méditerranée, sur l’île française de Corse, une légende locale appartenant aux bergers depuis bien des années est connue sous le nom de « Ghjattu-volpe » : un prédateur nocturne pourchassant les mamelles des moutons et des chèvres !
Mais ce n’est que pendant une nuit en 2008, lorsqu’accidentellement l’un d’entre eux fut pris au piège dans un poulailler d’Olcani que cela a finalement attiré l’attention des spécialistes.
En effet, l’ONCFS (Office national de la chasse et de la faune sauvage) nous avoue que cette espèce auparavant connue n’avait cependant pas encore été identifiée « scientifiquement » et recensée. Afin de justifier cela, Pierre Benedetti, un technicien en environnement à cet Office a déclaré à l’AFP qu’il s’agissait d’un animal extrêmement discret et aux habitudes nocturnes.
Avec sa longue queue aux anneaux noirs, son pelage dense gris fauve, ses rayures sur les pattes antérieures, son ventre de couleur rouge, ses oreilles très écartées, ses moustaches courtes et ses longues canines, il n’est pas étonnant que ce chat sauvage fût un jour apparenté à son cousin le renard. Mais il n’en est rien, car il serait tout bonnement impossible pour un canidé et un félin de s’hybrider…
https://ohchouette.com/une-nouvelle-espece-de-chats-a-ete-decouverte-en-corse/
A new race of reptiles was found in Darkon City!
What if one of the creatures of your bedtime stories actually existed? That was the case with the “Blazesting” of Darkon City. This new breed of reptiles, that looks more like a dragon than a scorpion, is called “Dragon-scorpion” in English. It’s a myth come true and has intrigued many researchers. 
A local legend among Darkonian lumberjacks tells the story of a creature known as the “Blazesting” that has existed for many years in Darkon City. According to this legend, this nocturnal predator loves to hunt vermin and small animals for food late at night! 
It wasn’t until 5034 that Blazesting intrigued scientists, when it was accidentally trapped in a construction site near Blackwood forest during the night that same year.
Nevertheless, NODFS (National Organisation for Draconian Forest Species) informs us that scientists have not yet identified nor classified this already existing creature. In order to explain this, Rock Gooddeamon, an environmental technician who works in this organisation talked to DCNA (Darkon City News Agency) about a very discreet animal with noctural habits.
With its long, stinging, poisonous tail, its skin covered with scales, its brownish red colour that changes regularly depending on weather conditions, its long and heavy wings, its glow-in-the-dark eyes with slit pupils and its big, sharp teeth, we could easily assume that this venomous dragon is related to its cousin the scorpion. However, this is not the case, because it would be impossible for a cross-breeding between a reptile and an arachnid to occur…
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First attempt at traditional art in months... I think he turned out pretty well❤️
(watercolor, micron pen, and white gel pen on paper, 4″x6″)
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kalofi · 3 years
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Hi hi! Do you have any art advice? Especially for drawing people with darker skin? I need some pointers and it'd be greatly appreciated if you have any advice hhhhk0
uuuuhhh my biggest pointer would be LOOK AT IMAGES OF REAL PEOPLE. STUDY THEM. FIGURE OUT HOW THEIR FACES WORK.
im not the ceo of poc and theres no single way that you should draw dark skinned ppl so yeah. a lot of my negrofication aspects regarding how i structure eyes/mouths/noses are based on real people ive met, so thats a big insp for me. there's deffos other better ppl to go to regarding this topic if u genuinely wanna learn so yeah for now my only advice is look to real life examples and find a way to translate that into ur art :)
oh also if ur gonna color dark skin, pls im BEGGING. dont make it look grey. thats one of my biggest pet peeves. ppl will just move the color slider towards black and b like look i made a poc :) bro no u didnt thats a greyass mf right there 😭
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obviously this is an exaggeration but some of yall 👀👀 get too close to this when ur trying to make darker skinned characters. another thing that kinda annoys me is when ppl give dark skinned characters super pink "natural" blush. like. thats not how it works. also yes the inner parts/the palm of our hand is lighter but not EXTREMELY so
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obv this is just one example and not all dark skinned poc are gonna work the same, but here you can see blush is still evident but its not... pinkity pink. blush on darker skin is usually more of a darker?? reddish?? version of the skin tone. idk im shit at explaining. also for lips the upper lip tends to b darker than the skin and the bottom lip is lighter, especially towards the center of the lower lip
dark skin also comes in a multitude of undertones so pay attention to that!! there can be orange-y undertones, red undertones, purple, etc!!!
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thats my advice on skin im not even gonna get into hair bc there r already so many tutorials on that that do a better job of explaining than i ever could n also u could just do research urself lol
also this has been said b4 but if a poc tries to give u advice or corrects u on how u depicted a certain character of color obviously dont get all pissy, but also please dont overly apologize n make it seem like we're attacking u and ur art or smth. it just makes us feel like we gotta apologise to u n say that its ok when its rly not. just suck it up, say sorry, and fix it(and try not to make that same mistake in the future). thats my advice
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Hello Chay! I am trying to keep calm after the Italian add with bad bad results because I have been freaking out since this morning! I knew they would go with this translation, because it just makes sense.
Your anon saying it could a “mistake” or they would want to sound cheeky is just… meh. Cmon. It’s clearly intentional. It can’t be a mistake for a simple reason: it’s a choice of words, not random. You don’t say “casa sei tu” in italian because it’s grammatically incorrect (not in the spoken language, but that’s not what you want for a promotional add i guess). The correct form is : TU + SEI + CASA (personal pronoun/subject + verb + complement).
You don’t need the article LA nor the MIA, because it changes the meaning of the sentence. Casa sei tu is more of a universal feeling, not what he is personally feeling if that makes sense? Like it’s deeper than “tu sei la mia casa” because it is stating that CASA is a real feeling like love or joy or something.
Also if you use google translate, it’s tu sei A casa. But NOOOOO casa is the first word because they wanted to put the accent on the concept. It’s not really the “you” that matters, it’s casa, the feeling. Now if an Italian translated it (like I did a week ago) I was going with two options: (tu) sei a casa, tu sei casa. I wasn’t thinking of casa sei tu, because that sounds really poetic and it didn’t match with the trend of translations from other languages. If a non Italian speaker translated it, I think they would have used a more literal translation and not mess up with the construction of the sentence (???) like this.
I know we Italians looooooove to interpret things in 200 ways, but this? This has one only meaning. And it’s intentional because they looked for this translation. It’s on purpose in my opinion! They could have chosen to go like with the Spanish translation but they didn’t.
I leave here the link of a thread my sister wrote about this (because she is a major in translation so I trust her lmao).
PS: i dont think they really have something with the pages where the add is, but it’s so funny that we have an huge article for Goldoni who was Venetian and a little article talking about fruit trees. I giggled, not gonna lie.
Hi love <3 Hope you're doing well!!
I'm enjoying this!! but yes, it is really interesting to consider that H doesn't do things often by coincidence or mistake, the multitude of translations can be very interesting some have the literal meaning of being at home (Estás En Casa/Você Está Em Casa/ tu es à la maison), other translations consider the person as home themselves. (Casa sei tu) the you have the Greek ΕΙΣΑΙ ΤΟ ΣΠΙΤΙ ΣΟΥ which means you are your home.
I can't wait to see what will be unfolded next tbh
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bridgyrose · 3 years
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Gonna post this on a03 at some point, but figured I'd post here for now......
Here's the first chapter to a fic I call Roseswap.
“I just want to be a normal girl with normal knees!” Ruby nearly stomped her foot on the floor of the airship, managing to keep herself from making a scene. “I’m already going to Beacon early, I dont need anyone thinking I’m special.”
Yang smiled at Ruby and ruffled her hair a bit. “But you are special, sis. I mean, getting accepted into Beacon like this is amazing!”
“And terrifying. What if people think that I think I’m better than them? O-or what if people start making fun of me for my age? Or what if-”
“Ruby, you need to relax.” Yang looked out the window, smiling a bit as Beacon started coming into view. “We’re just about here and everything will be fine. I promise.”
Ruby sighed and looked out the window, seeing Beacon down below her. This was a day that she had dreamed about, one that she had been looking forward to for years, and yet, all she could do was give into her nerves. All she could think was that maybe she was making a mistake, that she wasnt ready for this.
Yang placed a hand on Ruby’s shoulder, giving her a small smile. “Everything will be fine, Rubes. I promise.”
Ruby nodded slowly, watching as Beacon drew ever closer. The other students all clamored near the windows, quickly being interrupted as a hologram of one of the professors appeared in the middle of the airship, eliciting questions from all the students.
“I am Professor Goodwitch,” said the woman. “And welcome to Beacon Academy.”
The hologram faded just as quickly as it came, letting the students stew in their multitude of questions. It wasnt much longer until the airship landed on the docking platform, opening up the doors to let the students out.
Yang smiled and grabbed her bag, heading off the airship. “I’ll meet you over at orientation, alright?”
“W-wait Yang! Dont go without me!” Ruby struggled to get her bag unhooked from one of the seats, falling over once she did as a bright light flashed inside the airship. She paused for a moment to look around to see where the flash came from, only to shake her head and get up to head off the airship. “I must’ve been imagining things,” she muttered to herself as she followed the rest of the students onto the campus.
Once Ruby made it off the airship, she stopped as she took a good look at Beacon Academy, a few of her nerves and worries starting to wear off. In front of her stood what looked like a castle that had been built to house the finest hunters and huntresses that could be trained. Although, she couldnt help but feel as if something was off about it. As if it seemed… newer than she had imagined. And smaller for sure. She quickly pulled out an old brochure she had picked up a couple years back, flipping through it and looking at the picture of the campus before looking at the buildings she was staring at. “Maybe I’m just losing my mind. But first, I have to go find Yang.”
Quickly, Ruby started rushing through the campus, using her semblance to avoid running into the other students. She only stopped once she realized she was a bit lost, not quite sure where the cafeteria was supposed to be. She pulled out the map of campus she had, slowly going over it. “So I’m here at the courtyard, and the cafeteria should be here…”
“Lost?” asked a boy with a gruff voice.
“Yeah, a little bit-” Ruby paused when she recognized the voice coming from behind her, quickly turning around and tackling the boy with a hug. “Uncle Qrow! I didnt realize you’d be here!” She let go of him, keeping a grin on her face as she looked him over. “You look a bit younger though.”
Qrow looked at her curiously. “First off, I’m not an uncle. And second, who are you? And how do you know my name? As far as I’m aware, only my sister knows my name.”
Ruby pulled back a bit, fumbling over a few words. “W-well… I umm… we met once before.”
“I think I’d remember meeting someone like you.” Qrow sighed for a moment, rolling his eyes. “Raven put you up to this, didnt she? First she ditched me and then she sends someone to find me-”
“N-no, I dont even know who Raven is. I… I just… know that we met briefly before and I uh… caught your name. I just need to get to the cafeteria, so I’ll see you there?” Ruby started rushing off once again, her mind racing with seeing Uncle Qrow look around her age.
Qrow shook his head and started walking off in the other direction. “The cafeteria is… this way!”
Ruby quickly rushed past him, draining her aura to make it to the cafeteria as quickly as she could. All she needed as a quiet space to think. Beacon looking small, Qrow being her age… it had to be something else. There’s no way she could possibly be-
“Watch where you’re going!”
Ruby came to her senses just quick enough to avoid running into a wall, falling to the ground and rolling a bit as she dropped out of her semblance. She rubbed her head a bit, letting out a sigh. “R-right… I guess I should watch where I’m going.” She looked up to see a familiar looking face and mop of blonde hair looking down at her. “Da- er… Taiyang?”
Taiyang smiled down at her, extending a hand to help her up. “That’s my name. Although, I’m sure I would’ve remembered a pretty face like yours if we met before.”
Ruby blanched a bit and picked herself up, scrambling as she started heading into the cafeteria. Once she found a quiet spot, she pulled out her scroll, looking up the date and letting out a sigh when she finally confirmed she was twenty years in the past. “This… cant be good…”
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Summer rubbed her eyes as she stepped off the airship, still half blinded from the sudden flash. There were a few moments where she thought her eyes had gone off, but she knew there wasn't any grimm around so it couldn't have been her. That, and there was also the fact that she only ended up with headaches after using her eyes, not half blinded and left disoriented.
As Summer’s eyes started to clear, she paused as she took a look at Beacon campus and the students rushing about, suddenly feeling more lost than usual. She didn't recognize any of the students she had been on the airship with, and more importantly, the campus seemed bigger than before. There were buildings that weren't there before when she looked up the school, most of them looking like they were either recently built or remodelled. “This cant be right-” Her thought was interrupted as she felt a trolley cart knock into her, baggage and dust vials falling all over the place, followed by a shrill voice.
“Watch where you’re going!”
Summer started picking up a few vials before looking at a girl in white yelling at her. “You’re the one who ran into me.”
“Give me that!” The girl quickly swiped the vial from Summer, glaring at her. “Don't you know how dangerous this is?”
Summer watched the girl shake the vial around, the cork at the top coming loose and bits of dust starting to cloud out. “And you need to quit shaking that.”
The girl didnt bother to listen to Summer, quickly starting to gather up the rest of the dust vials that had rolled around, quickly inspecting each one to make sure the glass isn't breaking. “Still, you need to pay more attention to what you’re doing.”
Summer picked herself up and took her cloak off, shaking off the excess dust from the crash. “And I was doing fine until you ran into me. Besides, who do you think you are anyway to act like this?”
The girl looked up at Summer, feeling offended. “How do you not know who I am?”
“That’s Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company,” another girl with black hair spoke up, walking closer.
Weiss smirked. “Finally, a little recognition-”
“The same company that uses questionable methods of employment for faunus to mine the dust they produce.”
Weiss' smirk faded into a frown as she started walking off.
Summer sighed and shook her head, putting her cloak back on. “She seems like a handful.”
“I feel sorry for whoever ends up on her team.” The girl with black hair smiled a bit at Summer. “I’m Blake.”
“Summer.” Summer extended a hand to Blake to shake her hand. “Mind showing me where the cafeteria-”
“Ruby! There you are!” Yang started running over to Summer, smiling at her. “I was getting worried when I didn't-” she paused for a moment as she looked Summer over, starting to back track a bit. “You’re not Ruby…”
“No, I’m not. My name’s Summer. And you are?”
Yang hesitated as she heard Summer’s name, hoping she heard wrong. “Summer… as in Summer… Rose?”
Summer nodded, giving her a smile. “It is. But I never caught your name.”
“Y-Yang… but I… I… I have to go…”
Summer cocked her head to the side, watching as Yang ran off. “What’s her problem?”
Blake shrugged, walking off to the cafeteria. “We should hurry if we don't want to be late to orientation.”
Summer followed Blake, keeping close behind her. “That sounds like a good idea.”
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prose-for-hire · 3 years
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Fear Factor
Pairing: Oz x male!reader
Request: Could I request "Nah I dont get scared" for Oz and Male reader where the reader is trying to see if they can scare Oz plz 💖
Requested by: Anonymous
Warning: Violence. Use of a weapon. Blood mention. Reader gets injured.
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You and Oz were lying in bed, your boyfriend had a rare weekend off around Halloween and you had decided to lounge around in bed. He was usually playing gigs all weekend or travelling to said gigs, so being able to spend this time with him was bliss.
The morning stretched out before you, the chill that had been in the air making you move closer together in bed. He enjoyed that you liked Halloween in the way you did and that subtle half smile was on his face while he attentively listened to you babble about your interests. He always listened.
You were spooning him, you arm around his torso, rubbing your hand ever so gently in hopes to bring him extra comfort. You pressed a kiss against his shoulder from your position behind him. He was always so sweet to you and you loved spending time with him like this. 
Talk had turned to your favourite game at the moment, which was trying to guess what Oz was scared of. You insisted that there had to be something and seeing as he knew all about you and your fears you were intent on finding out.
“Bats?” You questioned, to which he just shook his head as he moved to clasp his hand over yours that was still holding his torso softly, “What about skeletons?”
“Inside or outside the body?” he asked, looking upwards as if he was really thinking over his response.
“Outside” You offered, to which he shook his head no. So you rolled your eyes and pondered, “Inside then?”
“That’s a hearty no” He said which made you smile that he had bothered to specify.
“You’re telling me there’s nothing that frightens you? Not even on Halloween?”
“Negative”
“There has to be something!”
“Nah, I don’t get scared” He just shrugged and rolled over in bed to face you. He moved in to wrap his arms around you. He clutched you to him, making you feel so 
As you nestled in closer, enjoying the warmth of his body, you proclaimed, “It’s my mission, no, my Halloween wish this year to find out what you’re afraid of” as he just shook his head.
Throughout the next few days, there had been a multitude of pranks played on your poor, unsuspecting boyfriend. Although, in fairness by the end of the week the pranks were expected in the same way he expected the sun to rise in the morning. Some were good, some were bad and some were just ridiculous. 
Today was Halloween, so you had tried to step it up a notch. You dressed up in the most hideous costume you could find. With some adjustments you made yourself, to make it extra horrifying. Even Willow had helped cast a little extra horror for you. With some luck, Oz may mistake you for a real demon - making you a real threat. You just wanted to see him flinch. Just once, you wanted to test what it was he was scared of. You had jumped out of an alleyway, your scariest posturing and noises barely registered as he raised an eyebrow slowly at you.
“How do you do that? You didn’t even flinch”
“Long, arduous hours of practice... and I kinda wasn’t scared”
“Come on, there has to be something!” you squinted, “The moon! You’re so worried about your werewolf side that you fear… The moon!” You pointed as if you had caught him out but he just smiled a little and shook his head.
“It’s more the hair and the… murder” He gestured with his hands towards his face, gesturing the hair growth he still wasn’t accustomed to properly. As if that was the most horrifying part of the sentence.
You had decided to keep your costume on as you walked through the streets hand in hand. You had a back up, but decided this one was too cool to change out of. You met up with your friends, the scoobies, and you all walked through the town to get to your Halloween party together.
You had to stay behind however, half way there. You needed to double back on yourself and find something you had dropped along the way. Probably in the alleyway trying to scare your boyfriend. Oz offered to stay by your side, but you insisted he went ahead with the others and that you would catch up. He stared at you for a moment, wanting to protest. But eventually nodded and walked on.
The street was packed with families trick or treating, it was so busy and you were starting to worry about your outfit choice. Toddlers were crying. You were ducking your head as you walked, trying to shield your outfit from the youngest kids. 
You stopped abruptly, a figure in your path. The only feature you could see were his eyes. You felt a chill, which was unusual as it hadn’t been cold a minute earlier. Goosebumps raised on your skin as you stared directly into his bright red eyes. They were so luminous, you knew your own face must now be lit up in a red light. 
“Cool contacts. Excuse me” You said, hoping the compliment might end whatever this was. Your head was screaming at you to run, but you tried to stay calm.
“Don’t you want to play?” He moved his head to the side as he spoke. The voice came out harsh, emphasising the last word. The threatening nature of the exchange not allowing you to keep quiet. You just shook your head, starting to move away but you were cut off.
“Whatever. Try again next year” You muttered, gesturing at the costume. It was starting to get annoying. Your costume was clearly better anyway. But the figure stepped into your way again, this time shoving you hard. You stumbled, but regained your footing. 
You turned to look at the figure, who was too menacing to just be some demon you had run into. He dropped his arm and from his sleeve, a long knife was released that he easily caught and started swinging in your direction. He sliced into your arm as you tried to block the blow, but you managed to match him with a swift kick to the gut. He staggered back and you turned to run but there was now something blocking your way.
There was a crowd forming all around the pair of you, boxing you in. Several children were crying louder in the crowd than earlier on, so much for saving their feelings. There was now a more pressing worry: who would save yours?
You gave as good as you got, blocking the knife and trying to get your own blows in. You stumbled backwards, now managing to part the crowd. The knife swinging dangerously close to you. It was as if none of your blows even made an impact. He hadn’t blinked since you had first met him and you were starting to think this definitely wasn’t a costume. You ran at him, taking the mask and yanking it off his head, to reveal an identical replica of the mask attached to his neck. You squinted: why bother with the mask. 
But this question would never be answered. You hadn’t realised you were being backed into a corner until you were in it. An alley. Ironically, the one you had hidden in waiting to scare Oz was now going to be the site where you died of fear. If the knife didn’t take you first.
He snatched the mask out of your hands and used his palm to connect with your nose, hitting your head against the wall behind you. He repeated this as you managed to land your own punches back.
You had started to become dizzy, your head being hit so many times. A warm liquid was now running into your eye and down the side of your face. You heard a woman’s voice. A slayer’s.
He stopped, one last hard smack against the wall and you were on the ground. The demon turned, seeking out the slayer as the crowd shrunk away from him as if they could be next.
“That’s my boyfriend!” Oz muttered, trying to get past the crowd who were all stood, rooted to the ground in shock. Staring back into the alley hopelessly. The collective psyche trying to come up with the latest excuse for what they had all just witnessed. It was Halloween, after all. Perhaps it was an ultra-realistic amateur dramatics performance. Where you had method acted your way into a coma.
Oz managed to weave his way towards you, crouching by your side and gently pulling you head to rest on his lap. He wasn’t ready to check your pulse yet, just in case his fear became a reality.
“Shit” He muttered, “Y/n” Was all he said. His voice cracked and his expression broken.
However, you weren’t ready to become another number on the Sunnydale mortality rate. Not today at least. Not on Halloween.
His voice made your eyes open slightly, a dizzy and bemused grin on your face when you saw you were waking up to your boyfriend’s face. Although, tonight his face had drained of all colour.
“You found me” you wheezed slightly, trying to get up but he just shook his head once. And it was what made you notice. His face appeared to have aged a hundred years since the last you saw him and his brow was permanently furrowed. The others were stood around too, with Buffy taking care of the demon.
“Yeah. And you got your Halloween wish”
“I did?”
“You scared me” He murmured and you turned, your disbelief evident. You. Your safety, it was the one thing that scared him. And he told you this unashamedly. 
He helped you get to your feet, taking on your weight despite your insistence that you were fine. The blood was still trickling from your forehead but you couldn’t feel it so much anymore, it was more of a dull ache. He was going to walk you the short distance to your house and to safety. He told you this, in case you were confused what with the head injury. 
He kissed you on the cheek ever so lightly. He always wanted you to be safe and he insisted from this moment he wouldn’t let any harm come to you.
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firstly, thank you for taking the time to read my rules. the name’s ray,  26 and I go by they / them pronouns. SINWROTE consists of a multitude of characters from various media, consisting majorly of games and anime /  manga.
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 If you're hesitating to approach me in regards to developing a relationship between our muses dont, I am always excited to explore relationships between my muses and those of my mutuals. If you don’t know if I ship it or not, ask, chances are I do. 
 I am sporadically active due to mental illness, starting another year of art study and working part time, If It’s been a few weeks since I’ve touched base with you don’t hesitate to ask if i have forgotten but it’s not unusual for me to vanish when I have stuff to do for class or life stress just gets too much. I will most likely posts about it if that is the case and I need a break.  ( i’m currently on a permanent semi hiatus , working two casual jobs and with school i write when i feel up to it but im always down to cry about our muses or plot ! please don’t be discouraged <3 )
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Obviously feel free to delete this if you dont want to talk about it, but I’m a little curious as to what about boca/last year as a whole was giving you mixed feelings? I started becoming a fan roughly march of last year so I don’t have a whole lot to compare comebacks to!
ah well it's majorly personal so I'm not expecting a lot of people to relate but, it all pretty much started with handong not being able to fly back to korea after finishing ywy2 bc of covid. this ofc added with this fandom going kinda crazy and speculating she would leave dc and just overall starting to fight each other about it 🤡 apart from that in august I was supposed to go under surgery so I was under a lot of stress during that time, it got delayed for september so my stress only got prolonged too. recovery was kinda rough too and it kinda sucked bc in the end the surgery didn't help me as much as I thought it would but anyway. it also didn't help that I didn't like boca as a song honestly it's my least favorite title track from them, but ik that it was an important cb overall for their growth. and then it was just the way they dealt with handong's return, it was weird and underwhelming. I remember the weekend after she got out of quarantine they had kcon and it was just so weird bc no one was saying anything lol for me it was also a mistake (at the time because I do appreciate the solo stages now) to give them solo stages for seven spirits instead of unit ones because I feel like I really needed something to feel normal at that time and the sub unit stages are always one of the best parts of their concerts. then odd eye promotions were the weirdest promotions ever and despite that they were finally 7 again it just wasn't a fulfilling time for me even though I was still doing the things I usually do. but after the utopia/dystopia 2 day concert that was when I felt like I really had to make a choice and either work through things or leave. which is why I got a bit more quiet on here during that time, I honestly didn't feel like I wanted to interact with thos fandom, and I was just overall not sure where I was standing abt them. but I knew I wanted to work things out and figure out what was really bothering me about this whole thing so that's what I did, and it took some time but I think I have most of it nailed down and that's why I'm able to enjoy things more freely and carelessly now. an important factor in this too is that I used to be a sone and after going through things like 9/30 and the mess that was their 10th anniversary, when I started to follow dc more closely and became their fan I told myself that I would only stay while it made sense and it made me happy.... and last year was quite the opposite of what I had intended with that, but like I said there were a multitude of reasons and it wasn't only dc like losing a year of my life and feeling more isolated and disconnected definitely did not help to this whole thing either. it's kinda funny but I think it was mostly astrology that helped me not make any stupid decision skskskksksk I remember in the beginning of 2020 reading something that was smth like 'don't make rash decisions and cut things off from your life without really giving it proper thought' and that stuck with me so hard during last year that I just kept being like 'well let's see where this goes' instead of just trying to like move on or something sksksk anyway it's getting super late and idk what I'm saying anymore, I hope some of that makes sense but yeah bottom line like I said, I'm really happy that I figured it out and that I'm still in this fandom
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hey i found this recently and just wanted to ask for advice i guess. my parents aren't the best, i know they dont treat me well but i cant really leave i have to wait two more years. a big thing that hurts is how they treat me knowing im trans. they say if i transition im never going to be happy, that the reason i feel dysphoric is some other reason and i just need to bring god into my life, i cant do anything here, not even a hair cut. what should i do, i just feel like shit in this house.
*The Void smiles softly and shakes its head 
“They are so very foolish...but this is not the best question for me to answer...I do not know much about faith. But I know somebody who does” 
*You hear the cracking of branches, and crows scatter from the Witch Elm. 
*A creature approaches, with robes covering it’s face. It is dressed in Alter Clothes, a long rosary around it’s neck. 
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Reverend, My Child.” “Your parents...They do not know the word of Our Lord, if they are to judge you for your Gender” 
“ Luke 6:37.... Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven.” 
“Your parents need to learn not to judge, or they shall be” 
“But that is not an easy task, and I do not know if it is possible to convince them of these things”  “It makes me so very sad when I see people using the word of Our Lord to hurt others. It is not his wish” 
“It is said again and again...In so many different iterations of The Bible...”
“ Romans 13:8,  1 Corinthians 13:4-5,  1 John 4:12,  1 John 4:16″
“And most importantly...”
“ 1 Peter 4:8. “Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins."” 
“I’m so very sorry your parents have managed to misread so much of The Bible, and I’m so very sorry they’ve let the hatred in their hearts turn towards you”  “You do not deserve that” 
“You are your own person, and Our Lord has given you free will. God does not make mistakes, this much is true, because you being trans is not a mistake” 
“You deserve to feel like your authentic and genuine self, whatever that may be” 
“And while your parents may not support you”  “I will, My Child”  “Should you ever feel your faith is wavering” 
“Or perhaps you just need somebody to keep your secrets” 
“Please come to the Witch Elm where I reside” 
“I am open to those who struggle with faith”
“And those who simply need an alternative opinion” 
“I wish you the absolute best” 
“I will light a candle for you during tonight's prayer, that you are able to be your true self.” 
*The Reverend turns himself towards the tree. 
“Before I go...”  “I use all sorts of pronouns, and I consider my gender to be queer. I understand the pain this can cause. I am here for you” 
*The Reverend slowly makes her way back towards The Witch Elm. You feel comforted. 
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hello i’m back with another senior citizen and i am incredibly sorry .. i finished s3 of ozarks n couldn’t help myelf :/// but ANYWAYS this is gabriel taylor, laura’s shitty dad ! uwu
basics
✎⌠jason bateman. cis male. he/him⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only gabriel taylor. though, around here they’re known as the fortress. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the fifty-one year old lawyer kinda has a reputation of being cold and enigmatic. but y’know, they can be driven and astute too. typical capricorn. anyways, welcome home and stay safe gabe ! ❞
statistics
full name: gabriel jebediah taylor
nickname(s): gabe, sometimes
date of birth: january 7th, 1970
hometown: misty hollow, connecticut.
gender identity: cis gender
preferred pronouns: he/him
sexual orientation: heterosexual
hogwarts house: slytherin
aesthetic: crisp collars, silver tie pins, the smell of fresh laundry, hollow smiles, always a handshake, never a hug, leather briefcase always on hand, a glass of single malt scotch, perfect posture, the sound of waves softly lapping at the shore, thunderstorms with no rain. 
distinguishable characteristics: always Clean
their song from the sigh no more album bc i love this album and it makes me Sad™ : dust bowl dance 
background ( emotional, physical abuse tw )
born and raised in misty hollow, gabriel’s family has relatively deep roots within the town. the man comes from old money, with all the law firms he owns having been passed down from generation to generation. his father was a part of this business and his mother, on the other hand, is your typical southern belle, moved here from a small town in texas. she was a corporate lawyer ( it’s how she met gabriel’s father ) but since becoming a mother she really has had no interests in any other occupation other than trophy wife and socialite.
to say that gabriel’s parents were old school would be putting it lightly. basically, both of his parents were deeply religious republicans and were very aware of their image as a family. they were harsh parents, extremely controlling when it came to their children’s lives but at the same time were also really emotionally absent. to this day they still believe that it was all in the name of tough love but obviously it was just emotional abuse. 
his father was especially hard on gabriel, he was a strong believer in physical discipline and thought gabriel to be too “soft”. he was always berating him, punishing him for petty offences, and pretty much just fostering your typical environment of toxic masculinity. though he never laid a hand on gabriel’s sister as she was what he called, “a lady” and his “pride and joy.”
but gabriel was a good kid, he was obedient aside from stupid mistakes that kids are bound to make. he was your typical golden boy, a jack of all trades of sorts. not exceptionally good at one thing, but averagely good at a multitude of things. he was a quick learner and dedicated, anything he took a crack at, he eventually excelled in. but all those opportunities he was given as a child; being able to practice multiple instruments, getting extra coaching and tutoring in activities of his choice — definitely gave gabriel a leg up among his peers. 
throughout high school, he mostly kept to himself, choosing to focus on his education and after graduating, he went to harvard where he earned a dual degree in business and law and carried on through with law school. the plan was to move to boston where the business’ main office was and work for his father, making his way up until he was ready to inherit it all himself.
ok this is where things get shoddy cause everything from above is part of an old intro so if this doesn’t make sense dont look at me ndfjsndjk but i imagine this is where gabe met his future wife ? i don’t want to set anything in stone for when that role gets picked up but ! gabe’s always been .. well-meaning, for a lack of a better word. like in the beginning he initially wanted to go into criminal law and become a prosecutor before his dad pressured him into staying in corporate. these good intentions were really able to develop during his time away from home, i think. he was able to develop his own opinions and views, different from his parents.
but gabriel’s always lived to serve and aims to please, giving himself to others until there’s nothing left. and he still has this really messed up view of his relationship with his parents, especially his dad. it’s just something he’s never been able to shake. out loud, he would never utter a word against them and in his head, he’s justified his father’s actions, forcing himself to think of it in a way that made it okay because putting his actions under any other sort of light would have felt like he was betraying him.
and while he didn’t have the same dreams and ideologies as his father, gabriel felt as if there was really no choice other than to adapt. it’s what’s been expected of him since he was born. so, he poured himself into his work despite hating every minute of it, his pride preventing him to be the one to drive generations of hard work into the ground. and gabriel was good at it, like really good. and he let himself believe he loved what he did, associating the feelings of success with enjoyment.
and in regards to his own family, i think that things in the beginning were good and almost picturesque, y’know? like the vision of a white-picket-fence type of family. but as the years went on, the more time he spent working with his father and the family business, he subconsciously allowed his father’s habits and tendencies into his own head. He succumbed to his parents’ influences and allowed their ideas of success and vision for his and his family’s future to become his own.
and i think one day gabriel looked in the mirror and straight up did not like what he saw. he’s fully aware of the mistakes he’s made in the past and he feels the heft of those mistakes everyday, but what is he supposed to do now ? it’s too late, he’s too far in. and so gabe did what he does best, he compartmentalized and began distancing himself from the family. spending more time at the office than at home because the farther you are away from people, the less likely you are to hurt them right ? 
personality
i’m gonna keep this loose cause i’ve noticed i tend to diverge from them a bit when i actually start playing my muses !
but gabriel is the fakest mf you’ll ever meet. all smiles and formalities, he’s like a goddamn politician i hate it. but i think if he were ever to let this decades long charade fall, everything just falls apart for him, y’know? his emotional sitch is like a house of cards, everything being perfectly curated and placed
he’s incredibly loyal to his family, he’d do anything to protect his family. and like sure, he loves them more than anything, but i think this loyalty comes more so out of duty than love, y’know ?
smart as a whip, always calculating and very cunning. the dude’s a shark in the courtroom and has he done morally questionable things to win a case? probably
idk i think... gabriel as a whole is a moral grey area. i rlly do love him and this version of him is always fun to play but we ! shall see ! 
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helliontwins · 4 years
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Tl;dr at bottom.
Aight so as some of you know because of the virus I’m stuck at home. It’s miserable and i miss going out. Not that i did a lot while out but it’s the fact that I’d get fresh air and be doing things other than sitting around all day. A few days ago (like four at this point) I asked for help finding some kind of fitness thing to do and someone (not gonna post url because idk if they are okay with it) suggested Pilates or Yoga. After looking them up and considering pros and cons 
Pilates would build strength for me verse yoga with is more body and mind along with flexibility, (The most basic explanation I can give) I decided on yoga for multitude of reasons including that I have severe scoliosis {above 50-55 degree angle of the spine} and the fact I’m not looking to build muscle but rather looking to just feel healthier.
So I just wanna get out there What I’m doing. In the morning I start with an 11 minute yoga wake up video, and at first  (as it’s day four now) I didn’t think id see any difference because of just this video but I have. Even if my postures not correct yet i have noticed every day it’s getting better and my strength actually is rising. I was super super shaky day one on my knees hovering a few inches and today I wasn’t shaky though i felt the burn. Day one I could not hold my weight on one leg while holding the other up (knee to chest foot as close to butt as I could) but today I was extremely shaky but I did it!
Around 2 ish I do a daily beginners video follow along (I’ve decided Tuesdays and Thursdays to skip as I go out with a friend to walk around the park and that’s more than killer enough for my legs lol). Not much to say about this yet cus I only did Day 1 and 2 (three will be today as yesterday was Thursday).
It has helped with my depression some so far and I’m hoping that I can stick to it and finish the daily challenge. If you are considering Yoga or some at home exercise I do suggest this woman and her video’s as they are super easy to follow along with and there are things in the video’s, bloopers I guess, that make them more enjoyable such as her making jokes or vocal mistakes and I’ve found myself laughing at them. 
Overall it’s just been a solid good experience so far and I’m excited to continue. Hoping that making this small post might help explain my absence and that I’m on a mini-hiatus due to mental struggles with being locked up. I want to come back soon and can’t wait to rp with y’all again. I’m going to tag this all as Pretzel Lamborghini so that y’all can block it if you dont wanna see it. I’ll be posting IC yoga updates along with ooc ones all will be tagged the same.
Tl;dr I’ve started Yoga for my physical and mental health. So far so good. I’m on a small hiatus cus of my mental health. I will post updates OOC now and again, and making IC updates too. All of it will be tagged Pretzel Lamborghini so y’all can blacklist it.
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avrorean · 4 years
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hey so like don’t mind me but I’ve been playing through Nanna’s route in DAO for the 804985305th time, and now that I’ve got Loghain in my party I have some Thoughts™ on his reaction to being spared and all the responses you get via a warden who hates him vs a peaceful warden 
Loghain is a big mess of a man, and honestly my favorite antagonist in the series and every time I look at the reason that people despise him, it just makes me that much more interested in his frame of mind. 
The biggest Anti here is how he responds to the insults that most often comes in a lot of peoples playthroughts when you get back to camp with him, and understandably people think this means he has no remorse for his actions. I mean, it’s hard not to think that when it feels like he’s going out of his way to make your already angry Warden hate him more. Except.....he is. This is what he comes in to camp expecting and, real talk, when you get into the insult-off, if you think about it this is what he wants. He wants the penance walk of being reprimanded, and why he’ll sit there and banter you for more. It’s why he brushes off insults and comments about slavery even in congratulating you when you hit a sore spot. Because it makes you angrier. And that’s what he wants. 
You know those moments in media where a character who has done some sort of wrong says something along the lines of ‘I wish you would just yell at me’? That’s what this is. It’s a weird mix of self punishment and satisfaction that he’s putting himself through at your hand because he knows he deserves it and more. It feels a lot better for him to be berated and beat down for what he knows he’s done wrong than to have him sit down and examine it. Loghain is a soldier, and now he has a new commander who can point to his mistakes and yell at him for it. They can point to the line he crossed and say ‘stop here, and defend it’. This is all he’s ever wanted and it’s why he’s always done better as head of an army with orders from someone else bearing the weight of the image of leadership. This? This is preferable than the mess of his political leadership.
It’s why he’s so baffled and doesn’t know what to do with a Warden who’s kind to him. He pulls a Morrigan and comments how odd that Warden is, and he has no idea how to proceed from there aside from opening up about the stress and inadequacies he’s felt in his rulership for the past year before he realizes what he’s doing and shuts right back down again. And even though a kinder or more forgiving warden gets significantly less dialogue, the contrast of how much of that brokenness you’re allowed to see vs his desperate desire for redemption masked beneath the cocky old man he knows we’ve been chasing all this time is just MMM GOOD STUFF
Now, much as I love the multitude of messed up layers that is Loghain Mac Tir, particularly morally outraged wardens (and elven commoner wardens specifically) should have been allowed to hit him where it hurts. Having reread Stolen Throne recently is a testament to how far this man has fallen. It’s a textbook checklist for ‘the hero that lived long enough to see himself become the villain’, and there should have been an option for a serious dialogue to how his actions mirror the very same thing he opposed under Meghren. Loghain Mac Tir, as a regent over an unruly bannorn with a snake like Howe whispering in his ear, has become the very thing he’s always hated and it should have been examined a lot further.
anyway I dont have any way to end this I just think he’s Neat
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Black Cloud (Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x reader)
Anonymous asked: Hi! I aw that requests are open and was wondering if you could do a Roger Taylor one where the reader has amnesia and they are on a relationship and the reader doesn't remember. It can be angsty or fluffy, completely up to you!
A/N: I decided to go with both angsty and fluffy, hope you all enjoy, feel free to give criticism. Tbh this one is sad gamer hours so have fun with that
Warnings: Parent Death (brief mention), drunk driving, swearing.
The day had been off to a bad start for Roger, with Freddie making him redo his perfected drum solo a multitude of times, the skin on his snare tearing, having an argument with Brian over how convoluted his songs were and of course, not being able to see you.
You were stuck in work that day, with people you disliked and customers you detested, on your feet, for eight hours straight. Breathing out a sigh you cracked your neck, letting the vertebrae down your spine pop with it, feeling an instant release from some of works tensions.
You didn't know what would happen later but you had a sinking feeling in your chest whenever you thought about the walk home. Roger was unable to pick you up that day, busy with prior engagements, like the trip to the pub the band had been promising Fred for months. You understood completely and were actually looking forward to a nice quiet walk home before settling on the settee with a cuppa and watching mindless drivel on the TV before a good, deserved nights rest. But the storm cloud brewing in your stomach would not calm, it could not be satiated until the deed was done.
You called the boys before you left work that night, wanting to hear Rogers voice before he became mindlessly drunk, the phone picked up on the second ring.
“Yuh huh?” you heard Roger moan down the phone, obviously annoyed that he was the one to have to pick it up.
“Oh what a lovely way to greet your girlfriend Roger, really something to write home to mum about” you said sarcasm practically dripping from your voice.
“(Y/N) Fuck, I'm so glad you called, I've had the worst day imaginable... but you know what would make it better?” you could nearly hear him wiggling his eyebrows through the phone, making you giggle.
“No Roger, look, I only called to say, I'm leaving work now to try and get back home before it gets dark”
“Okay sweetheart, do you want to say hi to the guys before you go? We all miss you terribly” you laughed at his horrible attempt at a posh accent before giving your affirmation.
“SAY HI TO (Y/N)!” You heard Roger call through the studio and suddenly harsh footsteps were heard from the other end of the line.
“HI” all three boys shouted at once making the phone to your ear rattle slightly from the sheer force of the vibrations.
“Hiya boys” you paused for one second before saying “now ive really got to go Rog, I love you all and Ill see you soon, love you the most Rog, see you tonight right? No sleepovers at Brians, I dont care how drunk you get, I want to see you tonight”
“Bye (Y/N)” the lads yelled, rattling the poor landline once again.
“Bye love, I promise I'll see you later, I love you more than anything princess, bye” he mumbled so the others wouldnt hear him.
“bye” you said, putting down the handset and reaching for your bag, the sinking feeling in your gut getting worse by the minute.
You decided to take the front door out of work rather than the side, opting for visibility on the main road rather than taking the scenic route back to your flat. First mistake. You decided to look to the ground whilst walking. Second mistake. One minute you heard gravel crunching beneath your feet and in a split second you heard nothing but a blood curdling scream that you realised was ripping though your own throat. All you could see was black, the dark was so dark you could hear it, maybe even taste it but you weren't sure if that was the dark or the taste of your own blood filling your mouth.
You awoke in a sterile room, that looked like it had been scrubbed floor to ceiling so many times the plaster was ready to fall off of the foundation. You went to cough, suddenly aware of the thick tube that had been shoved down your throat, you gagged around it, throat closing up in protest to the intruder before you felt it being pulled out by the gentle hand of who you assumed to be the nurse but when you looked up you saw a man with a mop of blonde hair and striking, crystal eyes. Dressed in a simple blue linen shirt that was half buttoned and tight black trousers.
He looked at you as if you had just created the world and given it to him on a silver platter.
“You're awake! They said you wouldn't wake up for another two days at least. I missed you so bad princess” he exclaimed, grabbing your hand and just as his lips where about to graze your knuckles, you screamed. And you screamed bloody murder, it go so high to the point where you were pretty sure only dogs could hear you.
Your eyes darted around the room looking for something to throw at the man in front of you, before landing on the bed pan on your bedside table. Gripping it tightly in the hand that wasn't hooked up to any machines, you swung for the stranger in front of you. Or who you at least thought was a stranger.
“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEP” you screeched, your throat sore and scratchy, whether that was from the tubing or the screaming, you were unaware, but you knew that you wanted this man far away from you, you were only 18 and this guy looked around 30, if not slightly younger, but still weird.
“(Y/N) darling what's wrong?” he looked so hurt by what you said, you almost felt bad for the guy.
“I DON'T KNOW YOU! WHY ARE YOU HERE?” you saw the sheer pain flash in his eyes before he slumped into the chair beside you, looking as if the world you had given him was burning and crumbling before his eyes.
A dazed nurse walked over to you, so you assumed it was the small hours of the morning. “What seems to be the problem Mr . Taylor?” she asked the man sat in the chair next to you and all he did was point at you before his features broke completely tears tearing down his face at an alarming rate.
“I don't know who that is” you whispered to the woman, afraid to upset the man more though you did not know why you worried, or why your heart ached for him in the way it. A sinking feeling filling your stomach like a dark storm cloud stretching throughout your insides.
“Thats your boyfriend miss (Y/L/N)” she said to you “I'll call for the doctor” she mumbles to the sad stranger.
When the doctor finally come into the room you had been sitting with the man for around fifteen minutes, him weeping into his hands, looking up at you every once in a while just for you to stare blankly into his crystalline eyes making him sob even more. The doctor checked you over, shining lights in your eyes and all other kinds of bullshit you didn't take the time to remember, you were too busy trying to memorise “Mr . Taylor's” face .
“Roger” the doctor said in order to stir the man too deep in sadness to think of much else. “She has amnesia, it should begin to pass in a few weeks but you're going to have to help jog her memory. You can take her home now, make sure to bring her in weekly for a check up on her stitches okay?”
“uh... yeah definitely, I definitely will thank you doctor Phillips.”
The doctor turned to you and started unhooking you from the machines before helping you to your feet.
“Thank you” you mutter, an unexplained guilt still filling you whilst thinking of the sad stranger.
You let 'Roger' lead you out of the hospital and into his car, Wheel in the sky by journey playing faintly through the radio and you could've sworn you had deja vu of a moment just like this from a few years ago, a man with a blurry face sat in the drivers side singing his heart out and you told him you loved him. The memory was gone as soon as it appeared and your head spun from the concentration needed just to look around the car.
By the time you were at Rogers flat, his tears had dried but he was still snuffling his nose as if in an attempt to suck the emotion back into his body. “well we're home (Y/N)”
“I don't know this place” was all you could weakly whisper in response before stepping out of the car and towards the towering block of flats in front of you.
Stepping into the cramped flat you're hit with a wave of nostalgia, making you weak in the knees, Roger holds you up by your arm pits and leads you over to the sofa in the centre of the room allowing you too fall back onto it.
“You alright love? Do you need anything? Water? Crackers? Cheese on toast? Say the word and im on it okay? Just ask”
“Tell me about “us”” you say gesturing over the 'us' with air quotes and pointing to the seat at your side.
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything Roger” that was the fist time you had said his name since the incident and just hearing it made him smile radiantly, the sun should've been ashamed to shine compared to the glowing smile of the man next to you.
“Well, I'll start with what actually happened a week ago eh?” you nodded at this suggestion.
You were walking home from work alone, I couldn't come to pick you up, and you were all alone. You were just walking on a clear patch of pavement when a driver swerved due to being drunk at the wheel. Majority of the blow hit a lamppost next to you but you also took some of the brunt, you were knocked out cold (Y/N), christ as soon as I found out I ran to the hospital to see you but they said they had to induce a temporary coma due to blood on the brain. I didn't know how long I could last without you princess, you keep me level headed and I love you for that... we all do; me, Brian, Fred, Deaky especially. I need you with me always my love you keep me sane.
“I'm so sorry I wasn't there when it happened baby, I'm so fucking sorry” you sighed and took his hand
“I might not remember you right now, but I know that what happened was not your fault and you have nothing to be sorry for” you said with a conviction which your voice had not had yet that day, you knew this man was good inside and out.
That week people came to the flat to visit you, never remembering peoples faces had a tendency to make them cry. Roger continued to tell you stories throughout the time some beginning to jog memories like the angelic car moment.
We had our first kiss the first time we met, it was at a shitty uni new years party, at least it was shitty unil I saw you. You took my breath away angel, when you spoke you had the voice of a songbird, and your body... fuck it was difficult not to just ask you for a cheeky shag to be completely honest. It reached midnight and I saw you stood alone so I took my chance and asked if I could kiss you. You had been drinking beer and I could still taste it on your tongue it was heavenly. That's when I decided I wanted to take you out, do things properly date.
Roger broke the news to you that you were in fact twenty-seven and not eighteen like you though you were. He broke the news to you that your mother had died a few years prior of breast cancer. He told you how much he loved you and slowly but surely you returning to normal, remembering small details as he told a story, even the mundane ones where you would be reading in one corner of the flat with him writing songs in the other, staring at each other every once in a while eyes just filled to the brim with love.
He reminded you of all the arguments.
All the love.
The first time you told him you loved him.
The first time he said it back, nearly six months later.
He hid nothing from you and it worked wonders.
One morning you woke on the bed with Roger not lying beside you, confused you stepped out of bed, before remembering your accident, the amnesia, the pain you put roger theough.
“Babe?” you called as you stepped through the flat towards the sofa and when Roger looked at you, he already knew you remembered, there was no slightly vacant look behind your eyes. You had returned to him, his baby had returned to him and he could hope for nothing more.
He jumped off the sofa wrapping his arms securely around you and holding you tightly, he wasn't going no lose you again not now, not ever.
“(Y/N) I was working up the courage to do this before the accident, looking for the perfect time but I've now realised there is no perfect time there is only the now and we're lucky if we get that so (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) will you marry me gorgeous”
You gasped softly at the look of adoration of Rogers face as he held and you nodded, holding an onslaught of tears.
“Yes, Rog, a thousand times yes”
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