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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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FINALLY SOMEONE SAID THE TRUTH.

I admit that i enjoyed act 3 but it feels like really rushed i have so much complain with that.

The build up until act 2 was so good it give us so much premise but the final blow si meh. Sorry that i want to share thing long rant with you

1. Why the final talk is with yae, no offense to her but we need ei to explain not to mention she witness khaenriah downfall so she can give us more information, i feel like they do it for the plot armor so they can just keep dragging this

2. So many things that quite inconsistant, the shogun is show no mercy to anyone that even did a little thing outside what she think its right, how come she can still have a talk with signora, when sara is falling like that, and also there is no clarification about sara right now.

The traveler was so done at first they refuse to help thoma and ayaka at the beginning. But they seem so happy and forget everything how come they are not RAGE ( okay maybe this is to bias and personal) when this nation provide nothing about our siblings information and also why they are not mention anything about their problem in ei stroy quest. Its nonsense! She is right in front of youu, ask about your siblings, ask about khaenriah, ask about ukmown god!!. How come they can just forget like that. Also mihoyo really waste the potential about twin things i thing ei will give us so much help bcs of the sympathy that we both rn lost our twin but noooo.

3. Kokomi seem lost some brain cell, she make a very succesfull grand intro but she become meh in act 3, how come a great strategist like her let the sus sponsorship slip just bcs they are desperate, not to mention her screen time is really small and her role seem so unsignificant and it feels lile she is a plain npc.

4. The awesome world quest that we have done doesnt get any mention at all! Inazuma owe us so much with cleansing sakura, thunder sakura, tatarigami, obarashi quest. It has so much potential that yae or ei or anyone else aknowledge what traveler has been done but nooo.

cracks knuckles... i suppose it's time for my promised dissertation. interestingly enough, you touched on a lot of the main issues i had with chapter III.

i think that if i had to pin the main issue, it's a lack of overall cohesiveness? we were jumping all over the place without the chance to ever flesh things out. inazuma is a smaller cast, but i feel like we didn't get to see any of them shine. since i'm most interested in the genshin characters, i'll break down my problems by going over everyone and their (lack) of impact on the story.

was ayaka not questioned or placed under suspicion for being close to thoma before his escape? i wanted to see her broken up over her duties as they relate to the yashiro commission, paired with having someone she genuinely cares about in danger. it would've been an interesting struggle if she was forced to choose one or the other. instead she just kinda took a back seat.

speaking of thoma, i don't even have anything to say, because he just... was there? for .0001 seconds. said "lol this sucks ig" and that's about it. i know we're going to get a story for him in the future since he's a 5* but i'm not getting my hopes up 😭 then in the raiden shogun's character story, man is peachy keen! be upset with the raiden shogun! have some inner conflict! even if it's just using loaded language because he's under surveillance for going against the raiden shogun, that'd be so cool. saying something like,

"Traveler, what's with that expression? Oh please, there's nothing to worry about. We're under the Statue of the Omnipresent God's protection. Nothing bad has ever happened here." *wink*

i also don't know what to say about gorou. he was... there....... i think. what is he fighting for? what are the stakes for him? what makes him place so much trust into kokomi? i'm out of things to say about him because i don't remember anything he did or said.

kokomi... oh kokomi... i was so hyped. so excited. i thought that maybe we could see a foil to the raiden shogun. that she'd have a moment where she's forced to realize, just like her opponent, sacrifices must be made that will hurt people who will never understand why she made them. or maybe something to show her military prowess. but instead she just accepts a mysterious patron's help (?), sees her people aging like the grateful dead from JJBA, and goes oh well. that sucks. what can ya do. oh bye traveler i guess, good luck with that. ????????????? HUH... similar case to thoma where she's gonna get a character story but like. she won't be the leader of the resistance anymore. that was her whole shtick. they took her shtick away. also she forced me to interact with more NPCs whose names i've already forgotten so i'm tilted about that still.

KUJOU SARA... AN INJUSTICE. A DISGRACE. a slap to my woman loving face. the build up was there. yae miko's comments about sara probably knowing the tenryou commission is involved in shady dealings, but is choosing not to think about it. sara being forced to confront reality and challenge her adopted father with the truth. being able to blaze a new path for herself in the process. when she started running to the raiden shogun i was ultra hyped up. sara, a devotee to the shogun for so long, was about to see her god interacting with the same people who led inazuma to this awful state. how would she react? would she stay ignorant, like yae miko so coyly said, choosing to look away in favor of following her god's footsteps? or would she be forced to recognize the raiden shogun isn't as divine as she once thought, and challenge her belief system?

we open the door to see the raiden shogun. the loading screen ensues. the camera pans to the ominous room, clouded in darkness, hinting at the ominous confrontation that is to come. the music takes a serious timbre. and then...

well fuck that potential character arc i guess. (we still don't know what sara made of any of this since she poofed out of existence from the story at this point)

kazuha also was handed a similar treatment. we've been with him for a while longer now. he is our introduction into inazuma, the one who first gets us emotionally involved by regaling us with the bittersweet tale of friendship that led him to becoming a wanted criminal. a kind soul who loves nature yet was dealt a cruel hand by fate, forced to watch his home nation turn into a hostile place, where his dear friend ultimately perished as a result. we get the scene with his friend's vision lighting back up. he parries a block from the raiden shogun, in the same area where his friend was killed by her. the parallels. the drama. except this time, he wasn't too late. he protected the traveler where he "failed" to protect his friend in the past. did he feel redemption at this? or was it a bittersweet reminder of what could've been?

WELL i guess we'll never know because we didn't get to talk to him again 😭 idk who got a bait and switch worse, him or sara. jesus christ mihoyo.

then we have signora. why is the raiden shogun talking to her? does she know about the gnosis being taken, and if she doesn't, what was her plan to get it from the archon? what does she think about scaramouche? and oh, okay, we're fighting here now. good fight + god tier music. pog pog. okay, now we've beaten her up, and raiden shogun wyd— wait no not signora her lore is still on CUPS not YET raiden shogun and— ah she's dead. okay. non nerds who didn't read artifact lore are going to know nothing about her. signora has such an interesting story, and yet... well. ok.

then we get raiden shogun redemption (?) arc. i was hype for this as well, though at that point, idk why i bothered being hype. i knew they were gonna do a cute power of friendship something or another, and i'm good with that, so long as it's executed well. what i was envisioning was like seven different buffs to correspond with the seven different visions, the dreams of those whose ambitions were stolen serving as the spear to penetrate the raiden shogun's heart of stone. maybe a hydro vision giving us extra healing for a time, with the voice acting over it being like,

"Even if the rest of the world forgets us, let our will carry you through this one final time. Succeed where we couldn't, Traveler."

so on and so forth.

but instead we got— you get the idea at this point. why bother spelling it out anymore.

at that point i was surprised the raiden shogun didn't go "oopsie woopsie!! we made a fucky wucky!!!" because that was the vibe i was getting. i love ei, don't get me wrong, but i wanted to see her challenged with what she had done to inazuma in the past year. maybe meeting NPC #2345259 who lost her sister to the vision decree or something, reminding ei of the love she held for her sister... being forced to come to terms with the extent of what she's done in pursuit of eternity.

anyway. please for the love of god mihoyo hire better writers for the main story. that is all i ask. thank you.

#genshin impact spoilers #answered #Anonymous

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gooferdusted · 4 years

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hypothetically, if I were to write a fix-it/rewrite au fic, (thinking of starting at s5 but debating starting earlier) what are some storylines you’d take out/change, characters you’d save/kill, and specifically changes to sam’s character/arcs you’d like bc i need ideas

ok. ok. I'm gonna try to not go completely off the fucking rails while I write this up but I gotchu (also these r all just my own hot n spicy takes so like. pick what u like, it's all goodie goodie)

• no time passing differently in hell. literally four months is ~Enough!~ a year is enougghh!!!!!! like I get that they wanted to make hell this horrible unreachable thing but u can still like... get that across without having it be this unfathomable chunk of time out of a persons life. like sam was down there with TWO very pissed off angel's for 180 years??? how can he still speak english??? how does dean remember ANYTHING about his old life when mentally more than half of it was spent being endlessly tortured until he finally cracked??? its just.... Too Much...

• ON that note, I feel like later on they never rlly had sam and dean bond over the fact that like... they are genuinely the ONLY two people on earth who have survived actual hell. I mean we got that one off line from dean at some point but??

• no chuck as god. just a greasy greasy rat man getting insane stories projected into his brain. and on the topic of that.... I dont like the reflection of the real life fanbase in the spn universe??? they're pulp fiction novels, it should be all like 50 year old + ladies who picked them up at the local bargain bin, not b*cky r*sen

• I like... WANNA say smth abt s4..... bc I think the way that they handled things were a little out of character BUT I also think that was lind of the point??? like the angels and demons were manipulating them to say/do things they would normally never say/do to eachother to drive a big enough wedge between then that they would eventually say yes to being the vessels. like it hurts to watch sooo much but it did drive the plot forward in a very particular way that probably couldnt have happened otherwise. that being said, when the levee breaks makes me sad, and I dont want to see sam crying for his dead mother alone in a basement! cest la vie.

• sam and dean.... are Friends...,, why did we all forget that..... watch hell house and maybe I'll calm down.....

• PSYCHIC SAM!!!!!! you all know me. you know how I feel about psychic sam... robbed. s4 finale rlly had sam like "drinking that much demon blood has truly changed me forever..... theres no going back now...... 😔😔" like ok. ok. where are your superpowers. where are they.

• I wish some of the other special children had made it out :(( I really liked andy and ava (also sam finding other friend who are like him??? queer allegory??? spare queer allegory?????)

• I also dont think the roadhouse shouldve burned down!!! that shouldve been a Staple Location like Bobby's house. same w Missouri's, literally why did we only visit her once.

• ur sending an ask to my blog so I assume this is just a given for u but!!! we're takin away the misogyny. we're takin away the fetishization! anything that would be given the greenlight by joss whedon we are putting straight in the trash. <3

• this is mostly a thing in later seasons like. idk 9-15, but no ppl knowing who the winchesters are. they are NOBODIES. they pop up like little meerkats and fuck everything up beyond repair.

• also no fancy tech. no iphone 76z or whatever the fuck. sam has an ipod 1. the wheel is so stuck he can barely press play anymore. remember when he literally just tore off the top casing off his laptop and threw it away? more of that.

• no nice clothes. NO nice clothes we fuckin hate that. everything sam and dean own was purchased pre 1995 and dean is an expert at removing blood stains and sewing up jackets. dean will walk into a laundromat with a tide pen and just start goin for it like that scene in deadpool.

• tbh.... I feel like the issues in later seasons are really this massive horrible domino effect. like I could say heres how to fix s7-10 but the fact is if shit hadnt gone down lile it had in s7 s10 would be a different story entirely.

• I am gonna do it tho bc I suck <3

• s6: soulless sam was funney but did that really go anywhere? no. tbh I dont remember what happened w cas and I'm just not going to look it up. it's just not in the cards for tonight. dean w lisa.... ehh.... I've discussed this at wayy too much length w mushroom and we both agreed that dean would probably keep hunting to keep his mind off things and to try and honor sams sacrifice. I guess theres an argument to be made for the fact that it kind of was Sam's dying wish that dean just go fin her and live a normal life but... idk. purgatory was. . indeed a Concept..... that could have maybe gone somewhere if it didnt rapidly spiral into....

• s7!!! I mean. jesus christ. I know some people like this one but jesus christ. the way they literally couldnt commit to having sam have genuine mental health problems after centuries in hell or to just magically wipe them away..... bobby dying halfway thru.... charlie was a bright spot I suppose, but her intro is not my fave episode w her.... idk what the fuck happened w cas, I guess he was god. the leviathan designs were kinda neat but like oh my fucking god it wasnt worth it.

• s8: uh. rough start. idk why the turn tables so suddenly and dean's like "why didnt u look for me >:((" bc??? yall agreed not to???? at the VERY least they couldve had sam been like "I legitimately had no reason to think u werent dead and in heaven and tha wouldve been a little rude of me to pull u out of that." but we went for ~drama~ to make it spicy I guess. ouygh. bunkers there!!! that was cool!!! MoL is a cool concept!!! altho... it doesn kinda contradict the whole sam and dean are nobodies thing... idk. trials of hell was like... cool in theory but bad in practice unless they were planning on ending the show for realskies. and they did not.

• s9: uhh... hated gadreel! hated that shit! wish they had spun that whole storyline to be more "hey sam I noticed u were s*icidal should we maybe address that??" or even like.... I mean dean probably couldve just TOLD sam abt his plan, he had already convinced him to stay alive by that point??? there was no reason to lie!!! plus the betrayal of gadreel not being who he said he was wouldve been like. literally enough drama, we didnt need to fracture the team again. and cas was??? where exactly??? be was human for at least half of that season but hey didnt know what to do w him so they chucked him in a convenience store??? good lord.

• s10: got no suggestions for that one, just toss it

• s11: ok... shes cute.... we can forgive her.... the lore is shaky at best but the episodes SLAP and the characterization is *chefs kiss*. it's been a hot minute since I've seen it so if smth sucked I dont remember and I plan to keep it that way!!!!

• s12: n.. no. no mary. no mary unless we're doing it right. and I promise u doing it right was not poorly ripping off kingsman. couldve brought back bobby!!! if they desperately wanted some drama couldve brought back john!!! actually fuck that, no way

• s13-15: no thoughts, only jack kline <3

#holy fuck im so sorry <3 #shut up cereal #asks #long post #spn critical #hate tagging my posts as that bc i dont wanna b one of ~Those~ but i dont want ppl coming after me 4 this #theres probably like 100000 things i forgot!!! feel free to add ur own!!!!#there are some seasons i only ever watched once very very long ago....#and tbh classic spn is the freshest in my mind so im focusing on her #spn #supernatural

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psychewithwings · 4 years

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Hello! I absolutely adore your writing! I would like to request a Hisoka x Pop Idol reader. I feel lile it would be so cute to see him with a girlfriend who can sing and dance and a performer such as himself. Also, I have started writing myself and have started a Hisoka x Oc fanfic on my page and I would appreciate if you could give it a read, it's called House of cards and have already published the prologue and the first chapter. It's something that has been in my head for months now. Thanks😊

Ah baby! You’re too sweet to me! I read your story and loved it. I am happy to support other writers and artists, so y'all go check it out too! Lots of love xx

Being a pop idol had started to get exhausting... I mean, you loved to sing and dance, but what about time to yourself? You could hardly buy a bubble gum without having a swarm of people follow you. You were considering going on a hiatus for a while and were spending more time in pajamas, cooped up in your apartment. Your boyfriend Hisoka hated seeing you this way. That’s why he had planned something special for you...

You were 2 hours into a drive. When you’d asked where you guys were going, Hisoka only replied that it was a surprise. So you decided to enjoy the ride. “You know, the farther we drive from the city, the better I feel,” you smiled looking out the window, counting the black and white cows that dotted the rolling hills. “I’ve missed seeing you content,” he said, eyes on the horizon. About an hour of soda pop and meaningless conversation later, the sky had grown dark and you’d entered a small town. Most of the buildings were lit by the rusting street lamps. Why had Hisoka brought you here? Hisoka pulled the car into a gravel parking lot. A neon sign with a court jester flickered off the side of a small brick building. Hanging over the building, was a sign that read Jokers. He looked over at you, a glint in his eye, “we’re here.” You got out of the car full of curiosity. He took your hand and excitedly pulled you into the dive bar. Dive bar indeed, it was a smokey room with 2 pool tables perhaps over a decade old. The smell of cheap beer and cigarette was over whelming. Hisoka sat you down in a booth that had been duck taped back together, a few times over. “I’ll be just a moment,” he said. You shifted uncomfortably in the seat, getting confused and hostile looks from the locals. While the space wasn't anywhere near impressive, you noticed a small stage set up with a few microphones and... a karaoke machine. Hisoka returned with two fruity looking drinks in tall plastic cups. “Drink up, kitten,” he said. And that’s when the music started playing... It was Dancing Queen, ABBA. “Oh look, I guess that’s us,” he said as he dragged you on stage. You felt resistant, you were sick of performing, tired and worn out, and getting to the point where you weren’t sure if you wanted to be a singer anymore. “Just sing one song with me and then if you want, we’ll go.” A reasonable request, you have in. Twirling and singing one song, lead to another and another. You’d gone into the double digits before the staff unplugged the karaoke machine... I guess they weren't used to it being used. “So how are you feeling?” Hisoka asked as you leaned against your car. You weren’t tipsy or anything but you felt so happy you could have been mistaken for so. Hisoka had helped you see something that you couldn’t yourself... You loved to perform, you didn’t want to give that up at all. You just needed more time to be a real person as well as an idol. You looked up at him and took his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. “Thank you, so much,” you said and he kissed your lips softly.

#hisoka morrow #hisoka x reader #fluff #singer #hunter x hunter

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rataltouille · 4 years

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Ok so I already sent an ask for the writing meme but after reading your last update it was too good and I love houseplants even more, so Willow for the meme thing✨🦔

oh my god pearl i’m so glad you liked it!! i’ve already done willow so like maybe you can save some time for a similar character in terms of role played? aka lilee from helium throat?? hope that's okay lol.

1. turbulent. lilee feels things very strongly, but her most profound emotion is anger. she’s angry at the world for dealing her such an awful hand, and despite trying to come to terms with it multiple times, she’s still full of fury. while she tries her best not to direct said anger onto her family, sometimes it slips out and the result is scary.

2. genuinely caring. lilee wanted nothing but the best for emily, but she couldn’t provide because of various reasons, the topmost being that she, too, was just a really tired, sad child who had been saddled with too much responsibility from a very young age. emily doesn’t fully know or understand her side of the story. neither of them had a good childhood.

3. comforting. despite what she’s going through, lilee wants to be the rock for her family, the one who provides love and support. young emily viewed her as her true mother [her birth mother doesn’t live with them] and this came from a place of intense care and love.

ask game: pick a character i’ve written and i’ll post the top three to five ideas/concepts i keep in mind while writing that character that i believe are essential to accurately depicting them!!

#also note that i sai that willow and lilee have similar [and the similarity is super minute] ROLES and not characters #because lilee is complicated and is still inherently a good person #while willow is not.#helium throat #ask game

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angrylizardjacket · 4 years

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Run to Paradise {Nikki Sixx} Part 26

26. everything i wanted felt like a nightmare

Summary: Lola learns what happened to her dad because of Doc. She really does not take it well.

Warnings: mentions of death, emotional, psychological, and physical child abuse, heavy drinking and discussions of trauma

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For the remainder of the tour, Lola's more subdued than Doc thinks he's ever seen her, and he wants, if nothing else, to reward her quiet nature, encourage it. So when they arrive home, when the dust has settled and everyone's unwound from the stress of the tour, Doc starts making calls.

The first is to Lola.

"What did you say your dad's name was again?" Is one of the first things he asks, and Lola freezes, frowning automatically at his direct and blunt tone.

"I didn't. I don't tell you shit about my dad, Doc," Lola tries, but Doc sighs, trying again, gentler this time.

"You may not remember it, but at least twice since I've known you, you've gotten very high and told me how much you miss him," and at least this time she doesn't react with hostility, "Lola," Doc's voice is much more gentle this time, "I'm trying to find him for you, I know you don't care for your mother, but I thought I could at least try and track down your dad."

"That's..." Lola swallows heavily, "that's actually really nice." She admits, and there's that honesty that Doc is trying so hard to encourage in her. "Thank you."

"I manage the band, I try and do what's right by them, and occasionally that means you too," is what he says, but his tone is surprisingly sweet, "now I just need his name, and maybe a bit about where you grew up, the last time you saw him incase your mom put in a missing person's report."

"Sounds like something she'd do," Lola scoffs, before taking a deep breath, deliberating, "uh, Maleko; Maleko Fields. Last time I saw him, like, in person, was sixty-eight, June-ish, I think. Boston." She's surprisingly forthcoming, but Doc can hear her grimace, even over the phone. He doesn't keep her long, let's her go back to whatever dangerous or scandalous activity she has planned with Nikki and Tommy, and he hires someone to look into it.

There is absolutely no way in the world that he is prepared for what he finds out about the former Fields Family of Boston.

Maleko Fields, known to his friends and family as Leo, born and raised in Hawaii, moved to Massachusetts at the age of nineteen to open a business with his childhood best friend, and worked there for fifteen years. When the friend left for college, Leo had bought him out, renamed the shop with his friend's blessing to Leo's and became a staple establishment, favoured within his suburb. Irene was an accountant he'd hired to help with the buisness, though it wasn't long before they started dating, and the two had married when Leo was 23. Two years later, their first and only daughter was born.

Keola 'Katie' Mavis Fields, the apple of her father's eye, and unofficial mascot of 'Leo's' until its closure in 1968, was declared missing in 1977. Her missing person's report comes with a photo of what is unmistakably a teenage Lola.

This is where the information gets darker; every newspaper in the city, and many across the nation, report on the trial of Irene Fields. Assult on a family member which caused serious bodily harm. Testimonies of family and friends who speak to Irene's tenuous grip on reality and her possessive, obsessive control over her daughter, health professionals confirming her delusions and issues with aggression that had manifested due to trauma. Countless pictures of burn marks that were now all too familiar to Doc, and so many photos of a much younger Lola, in crisp button-up shirts done up too tight over bandages. Irene recieves a six month sentence at a mental hospital, and Lola is placed into the care of a group home when none of her family can provide her adequate care.

All because Leo had died when Lola was nine.

Irene had never been able to process his death, instead, when asked to identify his body after he'd been in a terrible car accident, she'd refused to believe it was him. The trauma of seeing Leo so horribly disfigured had broken Irene, and she'd managed to convince herself that he'd simply run away, even after both his sister and father had confirmed it had been him.

Testimonies had revealed that she'd fed Lola this delusion, blaming herself and the child for his disappearance when she couldn't find an adequate reason for his 'departure'. Family was no longer able to visit or interact with Irene or Lola at Irene's insistence;

"She thought we were trying to poison Katie against her," Leo's sister had told the court in tears, "she thought we were hurting her when we tried to help her through her grief, but we wanted to help so she would stop blaming Katie; the things she had said to that girl were- oh God, they'd break Leo's heart if he'd heard them."

When asked to describe some of the things she'd heard, Leo's sister answers;

"Katie had been taking piano lessons for about two years before my brother died, and he was always loved how she played, even if it wasn't great, but I mean, she was seven! But I attended a recital when Katie was fourteen, she'd played so, so beautifully, but I- I heard Irene - God, I'll never forget it - 'why'd we even invite the family if you were going to embarrass yourself lile that', she'd said, 'its a wonder your father didn't come, he'd have thrown stones if he'd acctually accepted my invite'- he, please you have to believe me, my brother just loved music, and Katie, he'd never -!"

Lola, in court at the time, didn't even seem to process the reality of the situation, judging by her firm belief she still held.

Her statement at the time had been simple:

"My mother had tried to keep me from leaving the house; she shoved me, which knocked over a candle, and when my bag caught fire, she held me so tight that I couldn't escape it." But she adds quickly, "but this isn't dad's fault." Of course there was more to it, but Doc was horrified enough that he wasn't sure if he wanted to continue.

Less than three days before Irene's release, Keola 'Katie' Fields is reported missing by the group home she'd been staying at.

When Doc finally reads through all the gathered information, with Lola's entire sordid childhood spread out, everything made a horrifying amount of sense.

Lola's father was dead, and she didn't even know it.

How the Hell was he meant to deal with this information?

He sits on it for a month, for a full month, and tries not to look at Lola with pity in his eyes. Tries.

"How'd you come up with Lola?" He asks one afternoon; the band is in the studio, writing new songs, developing new material, and Lola's behind the sound desk, spinning idly in her chair. She only really wears singlets around the band, still self conscious about her scarring that he now probably knows too much about, and he can't look at her directly, though her gaze has snapped to him.

"What?" Her voice is sharp, before she seems to realise, "oh, you found me - my dad?"

And, yes and no. But he can't say that.

"I'm still looking into it," is what Doc goes with, before he repeats the question, though he's pretty sure he knows the answer. The sound engineer isn't here, and the band can't hear them. Lola still gives them a furvative glance anyways.

"It was a nickname dad gave me, I'm actually Hawaiian on his side, and even though I sort of went by a different nickname back then, that was more because dad was, you know, gone, and mum just called me Katie, and I didn't exactly argue about it." She shrugged.

"Keola." Doc turned the name over slowly, and Lola stopped dead, eyes wide as saucers. "Am I saying it right?" He asks, but gets no response. "It means 'life', so I've heard."

"Whatever," Lola hissed, and was quick to leave the room after that, joining the boys, taking a seat by the piano and idly tapping out a piece, which Doc found to be a curious response.

However its Nikki who Doc talked to about the situation; he knew Lola best, and for the longest, almost 7 years if the missing person's report was to align with the time they ran away to LA together.

Nikki seems surprised that Doc wants to talk to him alone about Lola, but obliges anyways.

"Nikki, if you had found out something terrible had happened to, let's say, a family member of someone you loved, how would you tell them?"

"Depends on the family member," Nikki answered without a shred of hesitation, "this is still about Lola, right? You were looking for info on her dad, weren't you?" And Doc feels like a deer in the headlights, because of course Lola would have told Nikki about it. "Be honest with her."

Doc's pretty sure that's a one-way ticket to being put in hospital; Lola doesn't exactly handle bad news well, and he's not exactly on good terms with her right now.

"Lola, I don't know how to tell you this," is how he starts the conversation. They're in his office less than a day later, and Lola looks antsy.

"Did something bad happen to my dad?" She asks, and fuck, fuck, fuck, of course Nikki told Lola about the previous day's conversation. The manila envelope on Doc's desk is practically at bursting"and he fans his fingers out over the cool cardboard, nervous and pitying energy coiled in his chest.

"I don't know how to tell you this," Doc feels like he's stuck on a loop. How in thr fuck do you tell someone that all they know is a lie?

"Just tell me," Lola tries to put on a brave face, but all Doc can see is the sixteen year old in a court room photo.

"Your father... passed."

Silence. Lola swallows thickly.

"Oh." Again, silence fills the room. Lola's looking at the folder. It has her father's name printed on it. "When? How?" She's so quiet.

"Car accident." There's an unmistakable tremour in Doc's voice. "Fifteen years ago."

And he watches the wheels tick over in Lola's mind, the dawning realisation, the dawning horror.

"You're an asshole and a dumbass for thinking I'll believe that." But her lip is trembling, "how fucking dare you lie to my fucking face about my father? Did he find out I'm a slut and a junkie and decide he wants nothing to do with me? Pay you to lie to me?" She stands so abruptly that her chair goes crashing to the ground. "God I can't believe my fucking mother was right." She hisses, and that hurts Doc to hear her say, knowing what he knows. "Give me that fucking folder."

"I'm not lying." Doc tells her, calm, which earn him a punch in the face. He topples back on his own chair, and Lola snatches up the folder.

"He's here, isn't he?" She waves the folder at him, filled to the brim with news clippings, fliers for Leo's, funeral and wedding programs, and the full, printed transcript of Irene's court hearings.

"Yes," Doc wheezes, and satisfied with that answer, Lola storms out, folder in hand.

Lola arrives back at the home she shares with Nikki, crackling with anger and electricity. Later, Nikki comes back from drinks with Tommy, and finds Lola in the study, surrounded by proof of her worst fear.

"Lo?" Nikki's voice is low, is actually concerned; Lola, from what he can see, is shaking. When she turns, she looks genuinely ill, ashy with puffy eyes and red nose. She's holding a folded piece of paper.

"I'm seeing things; I need you to read this and tell me if I'm crazy," she offers the paper to Nikki, who steps inside, "I'm just crazy, right? This doesn't say nineteen sixty-eight."

Its a funeral program for Maleko 'Leo' Fields, born in 1934, died -

"Nineteen sixty-eight." Nikki read, the reality of the situation suddenly hitting him.

"No." Lola muttered, and snatched back the paper. "No, we're both crazy." And its heartbreaking to hear that be the option she favours.

"Lo-"

"Because if he died," she sniffles loudly, trying to hide the way her voice is shaking, "when I was nine, that means-" and there's a faint patter as Nikki hears her tears hit the paper, "that means everything... everything..."

"Lola..."

She's trying so desperately to come to terms with her own reality, but its tearing her apart.

"It was never my fault."

And its like she can't even believe it, sobbing now, voice so soft but rising quickly. The paper is crumpled in her fist as she gets to her feet, voice turning to a yell, a scream, as she cries and throws herself around the room.

"It was never my fault! It was never my fault! It was never my fault!" Picking up pieces of paper, she hollers. Angry and distraught in equal measure, she shoves the select pieces into Nikki's confused, worried arms, looking at him through bitter, blood shot eyes.

"It means it was never my fault."

And with that she shoves past him, leaving him shocked, and by the time he hears her angry scream from the kitchen, he's started to look at what he'd actually been holding.

The transcript of testimonies from family members who knew about what was happening Lola, but who had, to Lola's knowledge, never tried to help. Photos of Lola's burn scars while they were still fresh. The statement of the coroner who'd asked Irene to identify Leo's body, noting her refusal to acknowledge the truth of the matter.

Downstairs, there's the smash of a bottle.

And Nikki's reading the rest of the scattered documents. All of Lola's history.

Every few minutes, there's another smash.

By the time he's done, he finds Lola in the living room, feet covered in cuts from shattered glass, almost catatonic with coke dusted around her nose.

"Lo!"

"I can be - fuck -" she slurred heavily, "whoever th' fuck I wanna be' 'cos da's not gonna be 'round to give a shit," she snapped, "he never was." It had only been fourty-five minutes since Nikki had been home, and judging by both her state, and the kitchen, she'd drunk almost two bottles of JD, and he wasn't even going to begin to guess at how much coke she'd had, only that had been a lot. Never in all the years he'd known her had Nikki seen Lola this fucked up this quickly. Oh, he knew Lola could handle this much liquor, but never in this short amount of time.

Sitting bolt upright, she looks around wildly, as if searching for answers Nikki can't even fathom, before she can even say anything, she's crashing back down, heaving and writhing. Nikki's quick to turn her on her side, so she doesn't choke when she throws up, and her voice is raw between bouts of illness that Nikki can't quite catch what she's saying. He gets her a glass of water and calls 911.

"I need - I need - I need -" she keeps stumbling over her words,voice raspy and hands shaking.

"You're going to hospital," Nikki told her, and Lola gave him a weak shove, expression contorted with anger.

"Fuck you," she growls, "'need go Boston -"

"You need to go to hospital, you look like shit -"

"No! I need to go Boston! I'm gonna kill Irene!"

Lola's unresponsive by the time the ambulance arrives, having not even moved from the sofa despite her best efforts. Nikki's got his head in his hands in the waiting room, feeling nothing but nauseous as they pump her stomach and put her under anesthetic to remove the glass from her feet. When she wakes, she's crying and screaming, but he's by her side.

"I just want... I just want..." And she can't even say it, weak and sore,and Nikki thinks he should call the band, call Doc, call someone else, but he cant leave her side. "All I wanted was him to come back, tell me it wasn't my fault, and it would be okay; everything that had happened, it wouldn't have been right, but it would have been okay."

Nikki takes her hand.

"Nikki, just tell me I'm dreaming, please, tell me if I work hard enough he'll come back." Lola's all but begging, and Nikki's prettt sure he's nevet felt moved like this for anothet person before; it fucking hurts. He hates seeing her like this.

"I'm not gonna lie to you, Lo, you don't deserve-"

"I don't deserve half the shit I've been through!" Lola cries, before crumbling, curling in on herself as best she could with all the medical equipment attached to her. "If you're not gonna lie, then at least make me believe its not my fucking fault. I didn't drive him away. It was never my fault."

Nikki pets her hair gently, his hands trembling.

"Lola, it was never your fault."

#nikki sixx x oc #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx #the dirt imagine #the dirt #motley crue fanfiction #motley crue imagine #motley crue #the angry lizard writes

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tiaragqueen · 5 years

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Hi!! I looove your writing it's amazing! Can I request a Y! Yoongi or Jungkook nerd story? Lile the OC has the worst grades of the class and the member has the best and manipulate the OC parents to let her go to the house of the yandere for summer classes so she will be with him? Or the OC needs the grades and he use that to his favor? Or something for the style? Thank you so much! I understand if you don't do it. I just love your work 💞

Up The Creek

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Min Yoongi x Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,3k

✂ Trigger Warning: Manipulation, obsessiveness, mentions of stalking

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

Donot re-upload my writing to another website or use it without mypermission.

[Edited]

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The amount of Yoongi stories that I’ve written compared to Jungkook ones is rather concerning, so I’ve decided to use my bias instead. And thanks hon! Glad you like my writing!

If you like mywriting, please support me on ko-fi!

“The art of pleasing is the art of deception.” - Luc De Clapiers

There were a lot of advantages to being an upperclassman. One, Yoongi could approach you �� regardless of whether you were talking to other people, except the teachers – and instantly gain your full attention. Two, he could invite you to ‘hang out’ with him under the guise of a kind senior. Although his kindness was far from fake, the intention wasn’t that pure either. Third, he could get your phone number easily with slight embarrassment. And fourth, he could call you anytime he wanted.

Not all the time, though. But the urge did exist; more than he liked to admit.

But just like any other thing in this world, it had its disadvantages too. One, he couldn’t always contact you because it would seem weird for a senior to be overly concerned with your personal life. Two, you weren’t one who was always active in your social media. Three, due to his ‘status’, you couldn’t bring yourself to truly relax around him. And fourth, he wouldn’t often know about your condition. It was his wish to assist you in every problem that you might encounter in life; whether it is health or lesson that you didn’t particularly understand.

And this was one of them.

You sat on the bench, hair concealing your face. It had been like this since twenty minutes ago when Yoongi accidentally spotted you on his way home. He was getting concerned with your hunched posture, and the fact that you hadn’t once shifted. Surely you must be stiff from sitting like that for a long time. So, why didn’t you move? What could you possibly be thinking until you remained immobile like that? He didn’t know and desired to know the answer.

However, he lacked the courage to ask you.

Yes, Min Yoongi was too scared to approach his crush.

For those who knew, or at least acquainted, they would know that Yoongi had a certain confidence in him. It was a quiet kind of confidence; one that was barely noticeable, yet remarkable nonetheless. His aloof demeanor added to the mysterious aura that surrounded his very being, arousing a deep curiosity and fascination within people. Yoongi might not be the most famous boy in the school, but he also had several secret and, well, not-so-secret admirers.

Every day, several girls would come up to him and confessed their feelings. Sometimes, they even bought some presents in hopes of increasing their chances with him. And just like that stereotypical cold anime boy, he turned them all down. He did it without any regret, no qualm, and certainly no hesitation.

Because they weren’t you. They could never be you; the girl who had bought him a water bottle as a ‘congratulatory gift’ for his victory against Busan High School in the basketball competition.

People might deem it as something trivial – something forgettable – in which a junior treats their senior. It was odd since usually the latter treats the former. But to him, it was far from trivial. It was his first, real encounter with you and that gift worth more than those he’d received from his so-called admirers. He even preserved the bottle like it was a sacred thing in his room. No matter how many times his mother nagged him to throw it away, he refused to budge.

Taking a deep breath to calm his thumping chest, Yoongi slowly stepped out of the bushes he’d used as a makeshift cover to spy on you. His legs were a little wobbly from both nervousness and stiffness. However, it was nothing to compare to the raging concern inside him. Small, almost cat-like eyes watched your motionless figure in fear of you suddenly move and catch him off guard.

Frankly, it wasn’t the thought of catching him off guard that scared him, but you realizing that he had been monitoring and trying sneak up on you. He wouldn’t know what to do if the latter happens. Sure, he could easily play it off as a ‘coincidence’, yet his action proved otherwise.

Well, he just hoped that you wouldn’t notice. It would be troublesome to explain his–

“… Yoongi-seonbae?”

Oh, shit.

Yoongi froze on the spot, seeing you curiously peered over your shoulder. There was a brief, impromptu staring contest between you two before you broke it off with a smile.

“Are you heading home, Yoongi-seonbae?” you asked politely.

“Oh…” Yoongi quickly recomposed and coughed into his fist. “Yeah, I am. What are you doing here?”

Thank God, you didn’t notice. Good, that meant he didn’t have to lie to prove his ‘innocence’.

“Well…” The once amiable smile turned bitter as you glanced over the paper on your hands. “Just… sitting. Thinking.”

Yoongi decided to take the risk and gingerly sat beside you as if you were a timid animal ready to bounce away at any given moment. “Thinking about what, exactly?” he inquired.

Sighing, you showed the big, red F mark on the paper to him. “I flunked up my test,” you looked away, mentally preparing for the mockery or scolding that was soon to come. “Again.”

You knew that Yoongi wasn’t petty enough to tease you over a bad grade. No, he wasn’t that type of guy. But you were prepared to hear any kind of response, regardless if it was painful. You didn’t think your feelings could be hurt anymore.

[Least favorite subject] test, Yoongi noted. Gently, he took the result out of your grasp and examined it. There were many wrong answers, crossed with a red marker. And although he wasn’t the dumbest in class, he could see why you would struggle. It wasn’t that easy to comprehend, after all.

“Did your teacher say anything to you?” he asked.

You stared at your palms, trying to remember the crystal clear warning. “She said that… if I don’t raise my grade in three months, I won’t be able to join the final exam.”

“Is that so?”

You nodded solemnly. “I don’t know what to do, Yoongi-seonbae. I… I tried to study but it’s too hard.” Tears began to pool in your eyes when you recalled your parents’ disappointed and upset expressions. “Mrs. Kim said that I should get a tutor, but I don’t have much money to pay for them. I don’t want to fail…”

Tutor. You needed a tutor. And he would gladly do it for you, even though tutoring wasn’t a part of his agenda.

But hey, at least things were starting to look up now. Think about all the activities he could do with you. And besides, he could meet you more often without needing to conjure up an excuse, so that was certainly a plus.

A calculative glint appeared in his eyes as he regarded you. “I can tutor you.” he offered. “For free.”

You slowly looked up, shock etched on to your tear-stained features. “W-what? Are you serious, Yoongi-seonbae? You’re not joking, right?”

“I’m not. I’m serious.” Yoongi hardened his visage to appease your confusion and suspicion.

You tried to speak but the words remained stuck on your throat. “Yoongi-seonbae, I…” You blinked away the tears in your lashes. “I-I don’t know what to say. Thank you so much! I truly appreciate it.”

“But,” he held up a hand before you could fully express your happiness. Yoongi didn’t want you to think that you could get a free service from him without any catch. He wasn’t that selfless. “I get to decide on the schedule.”

You nodded, clenching your fists enthusiastically. “Of course! Anything you want, Yoongi-seonbae.” you beamed.

It was cruel to take advantage of your predicament, Yoongi knew that much. Had you know about his true motives, you would reject or – worse – be disgusted with him. But if it could bring him closer to you, then why should he pass up the chance?

Yoongi smiled and watched you ramble about the problems in [least favorite subject] contentedly. “I’ll surely enjoy my time with you, [Name]-ssi.”

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thedeadwritinggod · 5 years

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Of Spider Liles and White Roses

Warnings: Hanahaki so- Blood, Pain, angst not good angst but angst.

This text is thoughts! This is emphasis

Taglist- @the-lavender-creator @zappy-ghosty-girl

No no no no no no no-

Yukio stares in horror at the bloody white flower in absolute panic.

“A-Atsuki-“ he almost yelled taking off running for her. She knew flowers. Especially soulmate Flowers.

Anxiously he sat on her bed while she ran her fingers over the petals.

Five simple petals.

A small flower- “Colors?”

“White and yellow in the middle.”

.......

“Yukio this is a primrose.”

“And that means....?”

“ Young love-unrequited love and ‘I can’t live without you’. Worryingly enough...”

“Oh god.”

“How long have you known this person?” Atsuki asked feeling the flower.

“A week and a half- why?”

“You expect rejection much too quickly Yukio.”

The boy ran a hand through his hair “trying not too is very when that’s all you’ve gotten in three years.”

Atsuki found his hand, then trailed up gently to his face. “Little brother, you need to try. If you’re spitting these up then don’t you think he is too?”

He takes her hand gently, keeping it pressed to his face. “.....maybe.”

- 1 week later

Thomas is bent over the toilet puking his guts-well lungs more accurately.

Fittingly Deceit is the one rubbing his back, Virgil occupied with distracting Roman from the sprouting burning pains in his arms and chest.

They had known-eventually that roots would form in his lungs. They hadn’t known that Patton would start sprouting flowers from his skin. Or that Roman would be reduced to rything and crying in pain at it.

“T-Thomas you can’t keep this up-“

“I’ve known him a two and a half weeks-do you even realize how creepy that’d sound?!”

“I realize that but Roman is more important then that-isn’t he?”

Dead silence.... he wanted to say yes because Roman is so important to him, a completely essential part of himself and an amazing person on his own but-

“Dee I can’t- I can’t-I don’t want to loose him-“ Small tears pricked at his eyes- he knows Roman is suffering and the guilt he feels is 100% real. But that doesn’t make the petals in his throat go away.

“He-Yukio really does mean a lot to you-“

“I’m puking flowers deceit-”

“Point taken.” He sighed. “But if I may-“ Deceit pauses “if you’re in this state-then what state is he in?”

That night they made a mistake.

Why the hell neither of them thought texting each other in their respective states would be okay is beyond them both.

They figured it out about the same time. The same way.

Yukio sat ip quickly-forced to by the painful contractions of his muscles-forcing stringy red petals and whole primrose out of his lungs and mouth.

Spider Lily’s now? Hell flowers? Well fate didn’t have to taunt him for it-

With a sigh he cleaned the blood from his phone with a tissue and wiped the pain caused tears from his eyes.

Thomas had petals all over his lap. Soft pink and white being washed out from the bright light of his phone. The pink ones weren’t new. Thanks to Raven he knew that they were pink Peonies.

He wiped his screen free of the flowers- smearing blood at the same time, taking a tissue he wiped it off. Trying to ignore the way his bruised lungs aced and how his ribs felt close to splitting.

Fitting. Yukio looked down at the spider lily in his hand. A beautiful flower. Poisonous as it is beautiful.

Love sucks. He shoved the flower along with the stray Primrose petals into his violin case.

His head could tell him to do it all it wanted. His heart would rather stop beating then confess. And as much as he’d said no- 7 year olds couldn’t be argued with. Which is why he soon saw feet by the case of his violin.

Pushing down the full feeling in his throat Yukio smiles up at him. “Hi Thomas.”

“Hi Yukio.” A warm smiling boy greats him and suddenly the full feeling is hard to ignore.

“Glad you could make it,” If Thomas thought all his sides saying different things was annoying, then all saying one thing down right hurt- tell him!

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” The ache in Thomas’ chest grew into a dull burn and his throat jerked.

“You should head back to the seats before the director kicks you out. Literally.” Yukio chuckled- Thomas could still feel his heart skip through the burning sensation.

As soon as he left every petal in his throat came rushing out- Until one didn’t.

He could feel that a spider lily was loged in his throat blocking everything else from spilling out.

Slowly his fingers felt strange and numb as his vision stared to darken out at the edges-edges that were quickly closing in. Was he-passing out? Was he gonna die?

Not tonight.

Suddenly he violently spit up 5 whole flowers. Three primrose and two spider Lily’s.

It’s not like Thomas was really much better. He had moved from coughing up just coughing up flowers and petals to coughing up steams and thorns. Cutting up and scratching at his throat, making him spit up more blood.

Instead of his sides screaming at him- it was just endless screams from Roman. Only. Roman. Blood curdling, drive you up the wall insane screams. He sat in the bathroom for a good five minutes curled into a ball- hands over his ears trying to muffle or stop the screaming in his head. Tears welling up in his eyes and spilling helplessly on the floor.

When Yukio finally looked up from his bloody coughing fit he saw the first chair, Aria, handing him a tissue.

She bent down, gingerly wiping his violin down from all the blood he’d coughed up- “Takashi?”

Angry Aria is bad Aria. And last name means angry Aria. “Yes...?”

“You love to sing right?”

A agreeing hum.

“You love your voice right?”

“Eh I could always do better.”

“Takashi.”

“Yes I love my voice” he rolled his eyes with a sigh-

“Then use it you dumbass.” Yukio raised an eyebrow at his friend

Thomas hiccuped harshly-trying to breath through the roots and thorns in his lungs- it hurt, it really really hurt.

He couldn’t catch his breath- like his lungs were full of holes, which just maybe wasn’t so wrong.

He only realized he had screwed his eyes shut when he had to pry them open at the harsh coughing nearby. He hadn’t realized he’d cried either.

Through the blur of tears he could see petals that weren’t his own slippe under the stall door- stringy red flowers along with purple flowers that had yellow eyes

“You got it too?” The other boy asked- his voice was broken and tired, pained. Much like his own

“Mhm- why don’t you confess?” As much as it took to force the words out it worked, his voice was certainly shot for a while after all this- if there was in fact an after all this.

In return he got a dry laugh “He wouldn’t love me. He doesn’t love me.”

“How would you know?”

“I’ve known him for like 3 and a half weeks.” Thomas can actually hear the eyeroll in his voice.

“Honestly I’m the same”

Whoever he was slid down against the stall door.

“What’s he like? If you can-“

“He’s.....”

Thomas paused. Letting his head fall back against the wall.

“He’s amazing. Plays like five instruments, hell he’s the second chair violinist in this-“ and suddenly everything was gone.

The roots in his lungs, the flowers in his throat, the thorns, the pain, the strain, the screaming in his head- all gone.

“.......Yuki-“

“I love you too.”

They both sat in silence for a moment. A moment that felt like an hour. Before the door opened, he must’ve forgotten to lock it-

He stood up frantically “I-“ there lips were sealed together before anything could really be said

And that was probably the best damn solo Yukio had played to date, happier then anything had ever made him.

Throughout the performance he didn’t bother the sheet music favoring the look of his new blushing boyfriend shrouded in the partial darkness of the audience seats.

“Watch your music you lovestruck idiot-“

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thecaroliner · 5 years

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Imbalance part 2 thoughts

Alright so I really liked this part, it was definitely more action-packed than some of the other middle parts of these trilogies tend to be, which is nice.

- Toph was all around amazing in it. Peter Wartman really wasn’t kidding when he said part 2 would have the best Toph line. It’s really nice to see the very early stages of her eventually becoming chief of police in Republic City.

- Suki’s back! I’ve missed her, and especially seeing her back in action with the rest of the Gaang. One tiiiny nitpick is I wish she would interact with the rest of them more, I think she literally only spoke to Sokka and that’s it. Thinking on it, we never got too much interaction with the rest of them in the show either....

- I had a feeling about where they were going with Ru, and I’m really interested to see if she’ll end up turning her back on her mom and sister in the end.

- I hope that we get to see the reason behind Liling’s motivation, if there’s a reason WHY she hates non-benders

- Aang in a wig

- WANG FIRE

And now the big cliffhanger..

- I don’t think that Aang is going to take away Liling’s bending. I think that taking away bending is something that Aang only uses as a last resort. With Ozai and Yakone, they were both actively harming/intending to kill other people with their bending, and Aang was absolutely right in taking it away from them. Liling however...she hasn’t really used her bending to hurt anyone. Obviously what she’s doing isn’t good, but so far she’s mostly just causing tensions between people with her words instead. I am really interested in seeing what conclusion Aang makes regardless. Taking away her bending probably won’t do much good. It’ll only anger her supporters and not solve the idea of bender supremacy.

We know from the summary for part 3 that Katara is totally against the idea and is going to try to convince Aang that he shouldn’t do it, so I assume we’re going to see tension between her, Aang, and Toph.

All in all, great book and I’m really excited for part 3. I was talking to a friend about this earlier, and if there’s one thing about Imbalance I would have to criticize it would be that the story tends to jump around a lot. We kind of just cut from scene to scene with no real establishing shots or anything. It was particularly jarring when Toph left to go visit Satoru at the factory and then suddenly she was on the beach with Yaling. It wasn’t something I noticed until part 2, and I went back through part 1 real quick and there are still awkward cuts but not nearly as bad as this one. There are quite a few establishing shots in part 1 so I’m not really sure what’s up. None of it was confusing or anything it was just kinda like “Oh so we’re here now, okay then”. If that makes sense haha. Anyways it has no bearing on the overall story for me and I can overlook it

#atla #atla comics #imbalance #imbalance part 2 #imbalance spoilers #atla imbalance

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aharris00britney · 5 years

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ASKS 13

CC .zip file, resource page, uploading sims, and some other stuff idk

Anonymous said: Hi! I was just wondering if you knew that none of the images on your resources page are showing. Not on my end, at least. I've gone back to check a few times, to see if it was just my internet acting up or something, but every time it just loads blank white squares

Heya lmao it should be fixed somewhat now. A few months ago my download page/resource page/sim download page all broke and I had to reupload images. It killed me to fix my download page and I am just now getting around to doing my resource page. I am still working on it but I fixed links for Macie and Taylor

Anonymous said: Could you make any male hairstyles?

I am not the best at male hair, but maybe in the future I will do some stuff. For now the only male hairs I will make are conversions and stuff. I’m sorry!

Anonymous said: Any chance you’ll make some straight middle parted hair? Like 2002 Avril Lavigne?

TBH I wish I would’ve made my Madison hair as just the Cats&Dogs hair retextured/UV mapped because that is something I want now, but I don’t have a way to get it to be the same as my Madison hair. We shall see!

Anonymous said: are your sims for download? They are so gorgeous!

They are! The images on the download page I made for them are broken but you can find their tag here

Anonymous said: I feel lile u should post more about urself + I miss ur monthly playlists

okay I thought this was so sweet for some reason ;n; I don’t post much about myself because I don’t know if y’all would wanna hear about my life/problems lmao. Also my playlists is a whole problem UGH I made my Nov one and forgot to post it, and didn’t have wifi til like Jan and I don’t know what to do with them. I will put a little bit of what my life is rn lmao:

I am about to go back to Radford for my 2nd semester, and I am happy with how my classes are. I am going through some really messy boy problems like.... ugh. I am trying to work things out and people like @ayoshi @bowl-of-plumbobs @dogsill and a groupchat im in on discord have kept me from being miserable. I just can’t get it resolved til I go back and I have been gone for a month with it just... building.

@simspigccfinds said: How long did it take you to learn how to make cc?

Well I ‘knew’ how when I first started, but I wouldn’t say I got to the point where I knew how to make stuff 99% right until late 2017, early 2018. Practicing and learning from trial and error is the best way I learned.

Anonymous said: I'm new here but do you like Red Velvet?

yes! they are tied with BP for my #2 group. I love RV songs/videos, but I love the BP girlies so much bc they were my first kpop group ;n;

Anonymous said: idk if you've been asked this before (i went through ur asks and ur faq and i couldnt find anything about this but i couldve missed it) Would you ever consider making a big download for all of ur cc? I really wanna download it all but theres so much!

Okay with this idk how I would do it. I post three new hairs every month. Some of my old hairs I know have glitches and I would not want to include them. I am going to try to finish some revamps/updates of hairs and then see about a giant .zip file and maybe a merged package of all my hairs.

Anonymous said: I LOVE ALL UR HAIRS!!! I use them on all of my white sims ❤️❤️

idk if this was shade ewdgfvbn thank you?? I know I don’t make many POC hairs and I want to start doing more, they just take more time to perfect imo and I try to have X amount of hairs for voting everything, and 3 release every month so it is hard to get popping different hairs in and out in that limited time.

Anonymous said: Omg your sims are gorgeous, I love your creations! I am saving up right now but as soon as I have enough money to spare, I am definitely becoming a patron :)

thank you so much!!! I appreciate you even thinking of being a patron <3

@set-fire-to-the-stars said: HEYYY! First, I'd like to say your work is AMAZING and I really enjoy having your hairs in my game. I have a suggestion, because we're both LOONA stans... You know that one hairstyle YeoJin is always wearing? That would look so cute in sims 4...

thank you!! lmao the hair with the like 5 or 6 buns? Maybe!! It would be a bit tricky to do but I would like to try it one day.

Anonymous said: Just wanted to let you know that I have a friend called Lydia and her Hair is just as your "Lydia" Hair, it's so accurate that I had to giggle

lmao I am happy you got a giggle from it. I made it forever ago but I know it was based off of someone. . . .

Anonymous said: Hi! Do you have any hairs/cc for children? Thank you!

i don’t ;n; but @naevys-sims has converted a HUGE amount of my hairs to children if you want to check them out <3

Anonymous said: is it okay to edit your meshes for personal use only?

yeah haha for personal use is fine

Anonymous said: Hello!, i really like your cc. but, most of them doesn't seem to work with me, when i try to put it on my sim, it looks bald. do you know what's wrong with it?. thanks ~

You may just be downloading the recolors. Make sure to download the one that doesn’t say ‘recolors’ too.

@debsim said: hey i just want to say that you are my favorite cc creator and my sister is also born on the same as you lol :)

thank you!!! lmao it is cool that me and ur sis have the same birthday :P

Anonymous said: I appreciate you so so much. I feel like i've already told you this but my god, you improve everything about my game. You've literally made my life happier and just, i'm so happy 😩❤

awe thank you!!! I just make simple hairs <3 I am happy that you think it improves your game. Thank you again

Anonymous said: I'd really love to see something fresh from you. All i see on my dash is the same hair with small variations :/

all my releases are picked by Patreon Pledges through voting, so it isn’t up to me entirely. I just make/finish the hairs being voted on. All I can recommend doing to change that is pledge and vote sdgfvbb

@ssmorqqii said: Okay so this isn't much of an ask really but I just wanted to give you a heads up as an excessive cc downloader/user that your cc is HEAVEN. It makes the whole game so much better and I just wanted to thank you.

thank you omg stuff like this makes me feel good about making content for the game <3 knowing that people think my hair changes the game enough to make it better. Thank you again

Anonymous said: do you use a cleavage overlay or special skin on your female sims?

I use two skin overlays and a default. That is it though besides makeup. No cleavage overlay

Anonymous said: How are your sims so pretty? Would you ever upload them? Like the one you’re using with get famous for example?

My sims are uploaded already to my origin and my blog lmao, I am planning to update them in the next few weeks though. DL page here

Anonymous said: not gonna lie that I followed you mainly cause you're a LOONA stan! <3

oh absolutely

Anonymous said: Another patron saint bitch. Sorry ugh

efvbn this made me giggle lmao ty

Anonymous said: sulsul! so I don't know how patreon works but when you pledge? do you have to pledge month to month or can i just be for one month?

you can pledge for just one month by pledging and then cancelling before you get charged the next month. I think you get charged a small fee if you re-pledge in the future though. So doing it month-to-month is a bit cheaper

@ssmorqqii said: hi this isnt a question but i just wanted you to know that i think youre pretty frikin great okay thank u

thank you ddgfvbn i appreciate it

okay after this idk when I answered last so im gonna end it here. Does anybody read all of these things lmao efdhgb

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aj-soto · 5 years

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DanganRonpa: Prison Break- Prologue Part 2

*Eric wakes up on a small one person prison bed. He gets up and looks around to see a small toilet in the corner and the walls covered with articles written about the murders and his trial. Eric try tthe door near the front of the room but bars block the doofirstthen turns to notices a large monitor above his bed*

Eric: Is this the government's sick idea of a joke. What is killing an innocent man not good enough for you? You gotta mess with him first. If you gonna kill me just do it. I dont want to play any games. I just want this to be over.

*Eric begins softly weeping until the monitor turns on showing static and a strange outline*

???: Now now Eric nows not the time to cry and give up. In fact the game has just begun. Clean yourself up and go to the announcement room. Its just down the hall. Your get your answers there. So get over there with all your strength after all your The Ultimate Framed Criminal

*The bars over the door slide away *

Eric: Ultimate? There haven't been Ultimates for decades. What is this? Who are you? No response huh? Guess i don't really have a choice.

*Eric walks through the halls and stops at a full body mirror attached to one of the hall walls. He was able to see himself for the first time. Regularly comb shaggy hair was wild and knotted. He didn't see the point of combing your hair when you had no one and nothing to look forward to but death. His clothing consisted some old jeans and a simple white t shirt. Over his shirt was a black button up (unbuttoned) with the words guilty written in blood read letters and a bloody hand print below it.*

Eric: Who ever dressed me is going to have a long talk about boundaries and good taste with me when i get ahold of them.

*After checking himself over, Eric continued his walks for a few moments until finding the room labeled announcement room. With a deep breathe he open the door and is greeted by the faces of 15 strangers.*

???: Okay so with this guy it makes 16 of us. Does anyone know why where here.

???: We've been over this. We'll all as lost as you.

???: So what we should just sit and nothing. Thats stup-

*At that point Eric kust decided to tume out since there seem like no real progress would be made. As Eric watches the arguement unfold,a well dressed man approached him. He had dirty blonde hair and was wearing a red twine jacket over a blue dress shirt. He also wears a simple pair of blue jeans and dress shoes. His body language gave off and sort of in charge aura. His face is very calculating, like he is always planning six steps ahead.

???: Greetings Hello my name is Rokus. Im from Lithuania.

Eric: Nice to meet you, I'm Eric King. Umm... Do you have any idea whats happening?

Rokus: I'm afraid not. From what I've gathered we've all were abducted and woke up here and were assigned an ultimate title despite the death of Hope's Peak. Do you remember anything?

Eric: Um... Please don't freak out. The title i was given is Ultimate Framed Criminal. I was arrested for multiple acts of murder but i did NOT do it. I'M INNOCENT. But the jury didn't believe me. So the last thing i remember was being in a electric chair waiting for the switch to be pulled.

Rokus: Hmm. Interesting story.

*The next few momenta consisted of Rokus awkwardly staring at Eric. Almost studying him.

Eric: So ummm... What about you. I haven't heard your talent or anything.

Rokus: Very well since youve be so open to me i have no excuse not to do the same. Im the Ultimate Art Thief. I dont do it for the money i got freelancing for that. No i do it for the rush and to appreciate the beauty whenever i want. Those two things are the only things i need to feel alive. I was in my personal gallery. Soaking in the beauty when i feot rag over my face and then boom. Im in some dingy room with no idea why. Any more questions?

Eric: No. But thanks man you really help calm me down.

Rokus: I can assure you that wasnt my intention but nevertheless im glad your okay. I suggest you talk to everyone. Fair warning though, there is a good chance no here is being completely honest.

*After his warning he walk away. Eric could only watch in confusion as he walked away. In his distraction he failed to notice someone walking up to him. *

???: Good morrow to you, sir newcomer. tis nice to meeteth thee.

* Eric turns around to see a semi tall blonde girl with with streak of red in it and a pair of blue glasses. Her outfit itself was a dress straight out of Macbeth*

Eric: Hello im Eric King im the Ultimate Framed Criminal. And you are?

???: It's nice to meeteth thee Eric. I am Julia Caesar. The Ultimate Shakespearean Actor.

Eric: Well its nice to meet you Julia. Do you remember anything before finding yourself here?

Julia: The last thing i recall wast that I just finished a showeth and i wast resting in mine dressing room. Then i hath felt a blow on mine headeth and at which hour i awoke i wast hither.

Eric: I'm sorry to hear that Julia. I wonder what is this place. *Eric turns around to look around and Julia sees the design on the back of his shirt*

Julia: The evil of sir *With a shriek of fear she runs away*

Eric: "Well so much for making knew friends"

???: Don't worry she a nut job.

???2: Yea totally wackadoo

*Eric turn to see to girls behind him. The first wore a white lab coat with a black shirt that has a graphic of the rib cage on it, simple black pants, and black shoes. She also wore a pair of googles on her head*

???: Hello mr spooky. My name is Lacey Carson, The Ultimate Coroner. You know like dead bodies and stuff. And miss sunshine next to me is Aurélie Deshaies, the Ultimate Grave Robber.

Aurélie: I can speak for myself corpse breath. And you, who are you start talking.

Eric: im Eric the Ultimate framed criminal.

Aurélie: You got to be kidding me. Your either a terrible liar or so incompetent that you manage to be the fall guy. Either way your a worthless idiot.

Lacey: Idk. He's kinda cute. I bet if i was able to open him up he'd look even cuter. The idea of him on my table with nothing but a blanket to cover him, his chest exposed, body cold.... *She's visibly drooling*

Aurélie: oh please the only way this loser is worth something is if you sell him for parts.

* They then began arguing Erics worth so he took the opportunity to look for someone else to talk to. He spots a very tall and lanky boy who was at least 6 feet tall. He had what could only be described a a pinocchio nose. Hes wearing a green visor and several headsets and headpieces. His brown and disheveled hair was tuck under a round cap. He wore a salmon dress shirt under blue overalls. He was talking to another boy who wore jeans with a simple white shirt under an unbuttoned denim shirt. His hair is light brown and is in a feathered hairstyle. Eric approaches them and introduces himself to the pair.

Eric: Hey guys im Eric the Ultimate Framed Criminal

The tall one: Hiddy ho Ericrino. My name is Aarav Ulmuka the Ultimate Information Broker and this sly brother is Derek Wood the White hat Hacker

Eric: Nice to meet you guys. Whats the last thing either of you remember.

Aarav: I mustve been kidnapped in my sleep. Im a heavy sleepy and i just finished watching a amazing Three's company marathon with gramps.

Derek: I was making a sandwich and someone broke in and knocked me out. Needless to say we all are in a dire situation.

Aarav: Come on guys. This is probably some prank or like a secret reality show. I bet thats what it is. It'll explain all the cameras around here. You know what, imma go talk to the ladies. So just calm down chill and Cut it out *does the cut it out hand symbols*

*Aarav proceeds to try to hit on Julia. Eric was about to walk away too when Derek pulled him closer*

Derek: Listen man. Imma level with you. Doesn't this all seem a little familiar. Lile killing game familiar. Im suggesting a alliance. You watch my back and vice versa. Im not saying we hurt anybody just that we protect each other.

Eric: I can agree to that. So partner what should i do next.

Derek: First lets agree to keep this secret. Second you might want to talk to her *Derek points to a girl wearing cargo shorts. Has a zipped vest over a polka dotted long sleeved shirt. She is is currently playing with the lighter.

Eric: Alright wish me luck. *Eric goes and introduces himself to the girl*

???: Ultimate Framed Criminal huh. Sounds like bullshit. Here is some advice from Laurette Goode the Ultimate Pyromaniac, lying won't help. Like before i was here i was in a cell cause i burned down a library. I didn't make up shit. Just took on the consequences head on.

Eric: But i didn't do anything. I am innocent

Laurette: *She snorts and says* sure thats why your locked up with the rest of us. If your were smart you'd get your head out of you ass and stop your denial

*Eric was too angry to respond so he quickly walks away as Laurette grumbles something about a disappointing lack of lighter fluid. As he walks away he almost trips over a boy who was doing push ups on the floor. *

Eric: Sorry about that man * the boy gets up allowing eric to see his whole look. His apparel consist of black wrestling tights with scratches the look like claw marks ripping through them. He wears no shirt but does have a wrestling title over his shoulder. On his head he wore a golden lion mask with the top removes to show off his long golden hair.*

???: No problem amigo. It was an accident. Besides what kind of a man would i be if i let that bother me. Anyway, my name is lion of gold but you can call me Carlos Rodriguez. Im the Ultimate Luchadore.

Eric: Nice to meet you Carlos. Though i wish we met in nicer circumstances. Whats the last thing you remember before being here.

Carlos: I was jumped after retaining my title for the 200th time. Let me ask you somethin amigo. Are you afraid.

Eric: After all i been through i don't think i can't not be afraid.

Carlos: *Carlos immediately wraps a arm around his shoulders and said in a hero voice* don't worry my frightened friend for your have not only Mexico's champion on your side, YOU HAVE THE PEOPLE'S CHAMPION!

Eric: Ummm thanks

Carlos: No problem amigo. I could never let down a fan.

Eric: "As i walk away to the next person all i could think a bout was the fact i didn't have the heart to tell him i don't like wrestling."

* The next person i ran into had light blue hair that covers one eye. He Wears a long dark blue jacket that goes past his knees, and has hazel eyes. he seemed like a very quiet and calm person. The girl he was talking to wore Short black hair cut in a man’s hairstlye, her appearance resembles that of a pretty boy. Her skin is somewhat tanned, make-up-less, and her eyes a dark, almost black, brown. Her clothes seem to have been picked out from the male section of the store, consisting of a comfy dark grey hoodie over a white dress shirt and tie, tucked into black slacks and a belt.

Short hair girl: I know it seems ridiculous but im really seriously worried.

Eric: I dont mean to Interrupt. My name is Eric King. Im the Ultimate Framed Criminal. Are you okay?

Blue hair boy: Hello Eric. My name is Ereth Decalvio, I'm the Ultimate Librarian. The young lady who is hyperventilating beside me is Piper Lalumiere, the Ultimate Bartender. Apparently she was prepping her family bar when she was drugged and brought here. Now she's freaking out over nonissues.

Piper: Its not a now issue. My family is gonna be pissed that i left the bar unattended. What if someone ransacked the place. I love that bar, I don't want to see it destroyed.

Eric: Piper if i may, you do realised you were kidnapped right. Im sure your family is way more focused finding you safe and sound then the well being of a few drinks.

Piper: *soft blush* Your probably right. Thank you.

Ereth: *rolls eyes* Ive been telling you that for the past ten minutes.

Piper: Yea.... But he did it better.

Eric: *Slight blush* Well anyway, tell me about yourself Ereth.

Ereth: *sigh* fine. I'm from a small native American reserve in California. The last thing i remember was going through my library and then i start to smell gas. Now im here playing to twenty questions. Now if you don't mind i don't want to talk to you guys anymore. *He abruptly walks away*

Piper: Don't mind him he's just shy or an asshole. To be honest I haven't decided yet. Anyways thanks for calming me down i really appreciate it.

Eric: Anytime Piper. Well i got to introduce myself to more people. Well talk later okay.

Piper: Alright have fun

*With that He walks towards the nearest person he hasn't spoken to yet. That happen to a semi tall boy with brown hair cut short and a small brown beard. His clothes could only be described as practical. He wore simple jeans and tee shirt with a light jacket over it. He had a seriously look about him so Eric decided to introduce himself.*

???: Nice to meet you Eric. Now listen carefully. How do you feel? Do you have any injuries. Are tou dazed? Feeling sick?

Eric: umm no. I was a little disorientated when i woke up but that passed.

???:....... *The boys serious face turns into one of carefree joy.* Sweet man. Yo sorry for the third degree you can never be to safe you know. Anywho my name is Charles Stark the Ultimate Survivalist.

Eric: "That's one hell of a attitude change huh" Nice to meet you man. Listen i dont mean to scare you but do you think someone might be trying recreate the killing game-

Charles: Dude imma stop you right there. Your overreacting. Im sure this is just some prank or like a fucked up Japanese gameshow. So lets talk about stuff that matter, like how there so many hotties around here. Come on dont act coy. I saw you flirting with the bartender.

Eric: *Eric simply pats Charles shoulder* I gotta go man

Charles: Alright bro. Catch you later.

*Eric then spot a large boy. Built like a tank. He had large muscular frame, thin stable on chin, calloused hands, kind green eyes, a timid smile, tattoo of a red rose on his left shoulder. He wore dirty jeans and a dirty tank top. Eric introduces himself*

???: Hello. My name is Amaranth Begonia the Ultimate Gardener. Mr. King do you know why we are here? I don't understand. I was tending to my garden when i smelt something terrible then i woke here. Please Mr. King you have to help me. I'm scared. *Amaranth began weeping

Eric: "This poor guy is losing it" Hey buddy, im sure this is all some big misunderstanding. Im gonna go introduce myself to more people but if you need anything you let me know.

*Amaranth proceeds to stop crying and smile. He then grabs Eric into a big bear hug*

Amaranth: Thank you Mr. King. Your a true friend.

*After a full minute of trying to escape his new friends grasp he was able to meet a new person. A girl with Long flowing blond hair that ends around her knees. She has a bun at the back of her head. She also has a

small ahoge on the front-side of her headband. She wears a

knee-length maid dress with a white apron. There is a bow on the back. She has cream coloured eyes and a nice

Pair of bangs. She has black tights with black high-heels. She also has a maid headband.*

Eric: Hello my name is Eric King. Im guessing by your outfit your the Ultimate maid.

???: Ye..yes. My na...name is Mitzuki Akina

Eric: So Mitzuki do you remember anything before showing up here?

Mitzuki: Yes but im afraid i rath...rather not say sir.

Eric: Are you sur-

Mitzuki: Fine you twisted my arm. I was standing trial because of a stupid mistake. I WAS STUPID. STUPID STUPID STUPID!!!

Eric: Calm down. Its okay Mitzuki i was in a similar situation. I was on death row for crimes i didn't do. Listen to me, I believe you.

Mitzuki: *slowly stops crying* You do. Thank you so muc- wait you were on death row. CRIMINAL! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! *And with that she ran away in total fear*

???: I wouldn't feel to bad if i were you. She's done this several times now.

*Eric turns around to see a girl with long black hair that goes just past chest, and wore pitch black pants and shirt. Very simple yet intimidating*

???: I'm gonna cut through the bullshit and say who are you, whats your talent and whats the last thing you remember?

Eric: Eric King, I'm the Ultimate Framed Criminal, Last thing I remember i was about to be executed on the chair.

???: Okay. All you need to know is my name Naelee Yamato the Ultimate Astronomer. I'm gonna go to investigate some more but fair warning. If I find out you have anything to do with this I will finish what the government started. *with those chilling words Naelee left*

*the only person left for Eric to meet was a boy who had be in the corner of the room watching everyone closely. He had messy brown hair man, with a milky white complex, brown blazer on top of a red button-up shirt, black formal pants, a pair of clean black leather shoes, a golden engagement ring and a small scar in his left eye. Eric introduces himself.*

???: Ultimate Framed Criminal huh. Thats fascinating. So many questions. Why you? How did they set it up? Oh but enough of the fun stuff. My name is Jack Miller the Ultimate Blackmailer.

Eric: So what do you make of this situation?

Jack: My guess some kind of social experiment. I mean ther such diversity and the fact we are being called Ultimates. All i can say is i hope its over quickly. I have more important things to be doing.

*Before Eric could respond the intercom turn on*

???: Great your all here. Please turn your attention to the desk at the front of the room.

*We all look at the desk and after a few moments, A stuffed bear jumps out from behind the desk.*

???: Hello prisoners. I'm your warden, Monokuma.

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Part 1: https://aj-soto.tumblr.com/post/185437817323/danganronpa-prison-break-prologue-part-1

#danganronpa #fanganronpa #fanfic #other people's ocs

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the-irish-mayhem · 5 years

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Okay so I just realized reasons that makes me really hate the Marvel killing characters for cheap shock value. One, it's for cheap shock value. Two, we are not given any time to mourn or come to terms with the deaths, it's all onto the next explosion. Three, since so many people have fake deaths/come back from death, I'm left in a cycle of waiting/hoping for my favs to come because it MIGHT happen. Four, it's always my favs that stay dead. Five, it is rarely if ever necessary for plot.

Another reason I hate the marvel deaths is this isn't the shit I signed up for? I started Marvel because they were fun and exciting and sure you worried but in the end you knew none of the main characters would die. Plus it really feels lile they're killing off people because they don't want to deal with them anymore and it feels like a big FU to the people who loved those characters.

Sorry about the anonymous ranting. Marvel got me through some tough times so to see what it's become is just devastating to me.

Of the deaths they had in this movie, I actually thought they weren’t as much for cheap shock value as it just showed a.... lack of imagination, I suppose. Plot-wise and emotional trauma-wise, yeah. I get why they chose to kill Nat and Tony. They didn’t want the team coming out unscathed because that would undoubtedly create “unrealistic!” cries from the fanboys, and as a storyteller you want to create stakes so that your audience gets invested; for this movie, everyone went in nervous about who was going to die. But I think it kind of goes to show a larger pattern in movies as a whole that the threat of death is becoming the go-to for audience investment in the stakes of the plot. I wish we could reframe it somehow so that the stakes could be something a little less doom and gloom.

Oh yeah, the “bringing people back to life” has absolutely fucked up my ability to properly mourn things in movies. Like, in Infinity War, I never really got sad about the people who died because I was like “they’re literally all gonna be brought back anyway.” And they killed my boy Heimdall and I never got to properly feel sad for him!!

The “not the shit you signed up for” gets me too, because these movies are supposed to be ultimately, as you said, fun and exciting. It sucks a lot of joy out of the viewing experience when you try to not get attached to too many characters because they might die. It’s a strange kind of exhaustion, in a way. And if you do get attached and they die, it’s like losing a friend.

Rant away, my friend. As you can see from my blog title, I am no stranger to rants, nor do I discourage others from ranting. When something can be as frustrating as Marvel, it’s therapeutic to get it all out there.

Ultimately, these characters are stories. They aren’t dead because there’s probably another comic coming out with them in it next month. There’s going to be at least a few fanfics written starring them. With the MCU deaths, it’s like.... those characters are now being released to the fans from their canon obligations. This is how I’ve been coping with both Natasha’s death. She’s not gone. I’m still in the middle of writing my version of her origin story. Dozens, hundreds of authors out there have her in their sights, and there’s going to be so much Natasha content in the wake of this. It’s the same with Tony. You bet there’s gonna be hundreds of Endgame fix-its just waiting to fill the void canon left behind, where he lives out the rest of his days in his cabin with Pepper, raising Morgan and having Uncle Happy and Uncle Rhodey come visit. Sure, those things didn’t happen in the MCU, but since it’s fiction, well. How can we say it never did?

#molly answers yo asks #endgame spoilers #spoilers #endgame #spoilers for natasha's arc #spoilers for tony's arc #i'm still trying to cope with it all ya feel #Anonymous

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missiemoosie · 6 years

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ling/zhu for #4?

teacher/single parent au! It...got a little long. Whoops. Not sorry.

Ling sighed, tapping a stack of papers onhis desk before setting them aside. It was only one-thirty in the afternoon,but after the chaos that was his previous parent-teacher conference, it feltlike one-thirty in the morning. As he opened the top drawer of his desk,he glanced over at the clock; the next parent should be arriving at any moment.

‘At least this one should go much smoother.Liling is a bright girl and, from what she’s told me, hermother should be easy enough to talk to...though, i hope she doesn’t yell at mefor that day we did finger-painting...’ he thought, pulling out a manila foldercontaining the student’s achievements, exceptional schoolwork, and areas thatthey would need to work on. ‘Regardless,I’m sure she’ll be way better than Greg’s mom. Trying to seduce me to better hisgrade just because he got a B minus--in fourth grade, no less!’

Sticking his tongue out, he tried to shovethe thought from his mind.

There was a light knock on the door framefollowed by a, “Mr. Yunru?”

He nearly jumped, startled by the voice.Standing, he looked at the doorway only to find a tall, intimidating woman inan expensive-looking business jacket and pencil skirt. He was more than a little surprised by how daunting she looked;Liling was absolutely adorable and was the epitome of a little girl with a loveof rainbows, tutus, and unicorns.

“You must be Ms.Shan!” Despite his shock, he wore a smile and stood, meeting her halfway andshaking her hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” she said, returning his smile.Ling nearly faltered when he saw it; the smile had instantly changed her fromintimidating to approachable. “Liling’s quite fond of you. She’s constantlytelling me about all the fun learning activities you do with the class.”

He couldn’t help but feel a bit of prideswell up inside him. “I try,” he chuckled, motioning for her to take a seat inthe chair in front of his desk. “Finding ways to keep them interested and engagedis quite the challenge, since every child is different.”

“I can imagine.” As she sat down, she madesure to flatten her skirt against the back of her thighs. “I’m sure it doesn’thelp that fourth grade is the age when they begin to take a more seriousinterest in some subjects and a more serious hatred of other subjects.”

“Too true,” he smiled, opening the manila folder.“Liling, however, seems to have only two subjects she’s not enjoying as much.”

Ms. Shan tilted her head ever so slightly. “Oh?”

He nodded. “While she excels in mathematics,science, and geography, I’ve noticed she struggles quite a bit with reading andEnglish.” He handed her a sheet of paper that had a list of words written byLiling—a spelling test.

Taking the test, Ms. Shan looked it over.Almost every word was spelled incorrectly and some of the letters were writtenbackwards. Her brows furrowed in concern.

“I think she may be dyslexic,” Ling toldher, voice just a bit hesitant. He knew some parents would almost throwtantrums at the mere suggestion of their child having a learning disability.

“That would make sense,” she said,surprisingly Ling with her calmness. “She’s always enjoyed being read to, butwhen I started teaching her how to read, she told me the letters would sometimesmove around. Don’t even get me started with trying to teach her how to readChinese or Finnish—that wasimpossible. Well, Finnish is nearly impossible regardless, so I can’t entirelyblame that on dyslexia.”

He blinked; Chinese and Finnish were an oddcombination. “So you’re a polyglot?”

She nodded, an almost embarrassed lookcoming to her face. “Yes. I’ve…done a lotof traveling throughout my life,” she explained. “I’m fluent six languagesin total.”

“Really? Which ones?” He rested his elbowson his desk, genuine interest all over his face.

“English, Mandarin Chinese, Finnish,Arabic, Portuguese, and Russian. It’s an odd bunch, I know,” she said with asmall laugh.

“Odd, yes, but interesting nonetheless!” hereassured her. “How did you come to learn all them?”

Her cheeks turned a bit pink. “I was raisedby my uncle, who traveled a lot for his work. He would take me along and hire aprivate tutor for me for the duration of his stays. When I got older, I workedfor a cruise line, researching the cities the ships would stop at so the touristscould know which tourist traps were actually safe and which ones could lead tothem to getting mugged.”

“Is that still your job?”

“Spirits, no,” she laughed. “I work in security now. A lot less traveling,but it’s a steady income with pretty good benefits.”

Ling nodded in understanding. “Wow…itsounds like you’ve been all over the place,” he smiled.

“I have,” she chuckled. “It’s probably whyLiling’s so good at geography.”

He blinked, suddenly remembering that this conferencewas supposed to be about Liling, not her mother. “Ah, yes, Liling! That’sright. Sorry—sometimes I have the attention span of a fourth grader.” Hischeeks grew bright red as he shuffled through the papers in the folder. “Right.Liling. Yes. Her dyslexia. There are tests that can be done to see how severeher dyslexia is, so I recommend—ack!”

In his hurry to retrieve the informationalpacket he had gathered for Ms. Shan, he had accidentally knocked over his metalwater bottle. He tried to grab it, but it rolled away too fast, rolling rightover the edge of the desk. Ms. Shan, however, caught it and handed it back tohim.

“Th-thank you,�� he murmured, his cheeksburning in embarrassment.

She quietly giggled. “It’s quite alright.We all have our clumsy moments.”

Ling rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes,well, I have them more than most,” he said with a small laugh. “As I’m sure Liling’stold you.” He was more than a little surprised to find that she wasn’t at allannoyed or upset with him—in fact, she seemed more at ease now than she did atthe beginning of the conference.

“She’s mentioned a few incidents, yes. Butalways with amusement and endearment.”

He smiled, intending to speak again, butthere was a knock on the doorframe. Blinking, he found a couple standing justoutside the classroom. Then, looking at the clock, he saw that it had alreadybeen half an hour.

“I’m sorry, just two quick minutes!” hetold them, smiling apologetically at them. He then turned to Ms. Shan, finallyhanding her the packet as they both started to stand. “Here’s a little bit ofinformation for you about dyslexia and some methods of helping her with thedisability. There’s also a list of specialists that can be found within twohundred miles of us.”

She wore a curious look as she took thepacket. “You really care about your students, don’t you?” she asked.

He shrugged, smiling again. “Isn’t thatwhat teachers are supposed to do?” he chuckled.

“I wish my teachers did. Thank you, by theway, for this information.” She held out her hand for another handshake. “…Andthank you for the conversation. It was nice, getting to laugh so much again.”

“You’re welcome,” he grinned, rubbing theback of his neck. “Just, ah—just be sure to let me know if you get her testedand if you’ve found any methods that work for her, alright?”

She smiled. “I will. Goodbye, Mr. Yunru.”

“Goodbye, Ms. Shan.” As he greeted the nextcouple, he found himself wishing that they hadn’t showed up just so he couldhave talked with Ms. Shan longer—or, at the very least, learn what her firstname was.

#Anonymous #askbox #ficlet meme #teacher / single parent au #disney's ling #renovek's ocs shan zhu #ficlet #drabble #writing #prose #fanfiction #fiction #modern au

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doin this trend for most of the main pcp deities i work with so heres my patron, The Carver

General Questions:

1. What is the name of the entity and what is their canon universe?

The Carver, The King of The Infernous, Emperor Hash'bor'kanibal

The Arkn Mythos

2. What drew you to this entity? What drew you to their world?

I was introduced to the Arknverse through my partner and I felt a strong pull to him.

The series is one of my favourites, and, although it took me a while, I eventually csme to him and asked if I could worship him.

3. Did you choose them or did they tap you? How?

A bit of both, as I felt a pull to worship him, and I wanted to myself either way.

4. How do you typically communicate?

I communicate with him through his designated oracle deck, or through what he likes to call "vibes".

He radiates a very distinct energy for me, so I can feel his emotions and opinions on my choices.

5. What role does this entity play in their universe?

Ooh, he plays the role of a chaotic grim reaper, in my opinion.

He has no true side, he works for himself and his own amusement.

6. What kind of relationship do you have with this entity?

He is my patron deity, and he has lovingly dubbed me his son.

7. What aspects does this entity reside over?

He is the Dekn Lord of Pain, Torment, Suffering, Torture, Cheese, and sometimes Lettuce, The King of the Infernous, the Arkn Lord of Power and Truths, and The Joy of Fear

8. What kinds of offerings do you/would you give this entity?

He's not picky, but he likes cheese, tobacco, booze (specifically whiskey or vodka), spicy foods, weed, knives, and bones.

Non physical offerings include smoking or drinking in his honor, inflicting pain, and drawing blood.

9. What kinds of animals, stones, elements, plants, etc do you associate with this entity? Why?

His symbols are knives, sickles, devil motifs, skulls, cigarettes, blood, crowns, his devil mask, cleavers, guns, and the Dekn Symbol.

His sacred animals are predators, and his element is fire.

He likes any darkly colored stones, especially red calcite and bloodstone.

10. Are there any songs, books, or quotes you associate with this entity? Why?

He enjoys Ghost and a lot of more folksy type of songs like "The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie" and "In Hell I'll Be In Good Company".

11. How and when did you first encounter them as an entity?

I don't exactly remember, but I'd have to say the first time I properly felt his presence in my room was when I was sick, and he was floating above my bed where I was whining to my boyfriend.

He was teasing me about not being able to handle sickness, but he seemed genuinely concerned about me.

12. How are they particularly involved in your life? Do they teach you anything specific? If so, what?

He's decided he's my father, so he's pretty involved, he hangs around me a lot.

Not really anything specific, more just tellinge when I fuck up or little bits of life advice.

13. Do they have any identifying symbols in canon or otherwise?

His sickle, his crown, and his mask are the three I can think of.

14. Do they have alternate versions, verses, or canons? Do you communicate with all or some of them?

I'm sure there are, but I don't speak to them.

Compare & Contrast:

15. Choose an aleady-existing deity from our world that has similar traits to this entity. How are they similar, and how are they different?

My immediate comparsion is Ares.

They're both associated with violence, and have shown affection for certain mortals that are good at just that.

The difference is that Carver is much more interested in the one on one intimacy of inflicting pain on one with your own hands, while Ares is a war god, which id the broader type of violence.

16. Choose 6 tropes this entity may or does fall under. Explain if you agree or disagree, and why.

Alas, Poor Villain - Absolutely. He's put through some shit that a regular viewer of the series has trouble watching. I know he's considered a villain, yet every time he gets hurt it hurts me.

The Chessmaster - He succeeded in an eons long plan to trick a literal god, and he always seems to have every piece in his corner in the games he plays.

Fallen Angel - Within certain Arkn stories, he is considered a once-great Arkn who was corrupted and defected to the Dekn side.

Laughably Evil - He's absolutely fucking hilarious.

Body Horror - I've only seen his true form a few times but holy FUCK is it terrifying.

Heroic Sacrifice - I'm going to say it now, him letting his body be destroyed to create the new universe wasn't done in heroics.

17. What academic studies or professions do you associate with this entity, and would you study any of them yourself? Why or why not?

Anything with death, history, or psychology.

I would, but he's a been pushing me to persue something I would genuinely enjoy, lile tattooing or computer programming.

18. What is something surprising you have learned about this entity when working with them? Why was it surprising?

He's honestly so nice if you're nice to him, which was a little surprising because he's very much not a nice guy.

He's extremely protective of his worshippers/children: I had an issue with Ellpagg (an arkn entity) coming after me for a good while, and Ellpagg finally backed off after Carver beat him into the ground and said he'd chuck him in the Infernous again if he ever tried to lay a finger on me.

(I was in the middle of a math class while watching that happen lmao)

19. Is there a common misconception about this entity? What parts are true, and what parts are wrong?

That he's evil and only ever seeks to harm people.

Evil? Yeah basically I can't argue that away he's done some pretty henious shit.

But if you respect him and his power he won't bother you.

If you taunt him or disrespect him it will not end well for you.

Especially if you try to hurt him.

Gods help you if you're one of the people stupid enough to try and hex or curse him.

20. Has some aspect of your life, energy, emotion, or other changed since meeting the entity? What would it be like if you hadn’t?

I've gotten better at standing up to people and defending my loved ones (at the downside of my anger issues getting worse).

I've accepted my anger and rage much better now, and my energy has become more offensive because of his influence.

People tend to think that his protection his a negative or bad thing when they first sense something touched by him.

Self & Shadow

21. What are things this deity is capable of helping you with, personally? How?

He helps accept anger, rage, and violent urges as a natural thing not to be ashamed of.

He'll teach you how to stand up for yourself properly, and when to not take any shit from stupid people.

22. Has this entity ever refused something to you? If so, what and why?

I mean, he probably has but fuck me if I remember what.

23. What do you want to learn from this entity? Why?

Everything he has to teach me.

He doesn't exactly sit me down like it's a fucking school lesson, its a more in the moment teaching style.

24. Is there an end-goal with this entity, or do you plan on continuing a relationship with them?

He's my patron, he's stuck with me until I die.

25. Have you ever disagreed with this entity? Why or why not?

Oh, all the time.

Usually he's right, and if I don't agree with him he just let's me do it my way and then when i fuck it up he smacks the back of my head and says "see, dumbass, i told you so."

26. What does working with this entity reveal about you?

That I'm a raging bitch and if you fuck with me or my loved ones I'm not afraid to fuck up your whole life?

27. What do you think you should cultivate about yourself to better work with this entity? Why?

Should probably stop being so stubborn but that's not gonna happen, he likes the banter.

Also need to work on my godphone smh.

28. Do you have any fears or anxieties about working with this entity? Why?

Nope. Not a single one. I'm not afraid of him and he's made it clear I have no reason to feae anything that could come after me because of him.

29. What about this entity’s canon has impacted you the most? Why?

Just, the philosophy of it all.

30. What UPG/Headcanon do you have about this entity? Why?

This man likes FNAF songs.

I am dead fucking serious.

31. Choose 3 major differences between their world and this one. Do these differences affect how you interact?

Too tired to do this fully but no, it doesnt affect how we interact.

He understands me and why I do the shit I do and I understand him and why he does the shit he does.

(stolen from @highpriestness )

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50 Shades of Devon: Part 2

Devon bostick x reader smut series

Concept: 50 Shades of grey…but with Devon Bostick

A/N: I know the last one wasn’t very fun, but it was more of a set up for this one! So I hope you enjoy this one a little more! As always, requests and feedback are greatly appreciated! ✌❤

Warnings: None…yet!

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Dear lord, was your job exhausting. You were constantly running around set. Whether it was assisting cast, or crew. You three interns had your hands full. Danial, your coworker, is more or less constantly helping the crew members. Billy, is often found sucking up to your boss, Olivia. She’s practically her shadow. You, were most requested by the actors. Tom, Steven, Zoe, and Devon mostly. You assist the majority of the cast as well. Much of it is coffee runs, or getting people their scripts. This, however, gives many opportunities to ogle your newfound ‘office crush’.

Out of everyone, and I mean everyone. Devon treats you with the most respect. He’s not outwardly friendly, but he’s just. Nice. He’s the calmest person on set. Your favorite is watching him film a scene. He’s brilliant to watch. And he’s always so active in his work. You find him utterly adorable. Your heart jumps out of your chest when his eyes meet yours.

“Y/N, round up the others. We’ll need them soon.” Olivia orders. You nod, and walk over to where the majority of the others are socializing.

“Exscuse me. You guys are being called for.” You tell them, pointing behind you. A few shuffle off, passing you by. Tom is the last to walk by you.

“Wish me luck.” He winks. You’re not really sure how to react so you just manage to blurt out a:

“You don’t need it.” With an awkward smile as he smiles and walks away. Tom was nice and all, just…a bit full of himself. He flirted constantly. Whether it be Zoe, Billy, the makeup girls, anyone. He just, wasn’t your cup of tea you could say. You followd the group, and watched it all go down. As the director spoke with the small group, you watched Devon wonder off once he was dismissed. “Uh, can I get you anything?” You asked. His attention shifted between you, and his script until he focused on you.

“What was your name again?”

“Y/N.” You answered. He nodded.

“Right. Y/N. Yknow I might need a little help with some lines. If you aren’t too busy?”

“What do you need?” You smiled. He looked back at the group, just to make sure he wasn’t needed. He motioned for you to follow him outside. Into the parking lot where the trailers sat. People crawling in and out of them. You followd him to his trailer, where you sat down at the table.

“Uh, here. Sit across.” He pulled out a script from a bag sitting next to him and tossed it on the table so it slid in front of you.

“What’s this?”

“I have another film I’m working on. I need help with lines.” You flipped through the script. A thriller, romance, drama sort of deal. “Have you done any acting, Y/N?”

“Here and there. I’m no professional.”

“There’s no such thing. Um, lets start at page fourty? The top.” You nodded and flipped through as he started to recite the lines. You rushed to find his place. “What is wrong with you? Huh? What the actual, fuck, is wrong with you?” Suddenly he was in character. You found yourself stumbling to say the line back.

“O-Oh don’t act all innocent. You’re just as guilty.” You read, trying to add some kind of pizzazz to the words. Regardless of how out of the loop you were.

“Yeah I’m Guilty alright. Guilty of trusting you. Guilty of-” He leaned forward, peering into your eyes intently.

“Don’t you dare, Patt. I swear to god, if you…if you open your big mouth and say that word. I’m gonna lose it.”

“Guilty of loving you.” Devon’s deep brown eyes are losing themselves in yours. Either he’s an amazing actor. Or somethings just a little off. The small space is filled with something forgein. Incredible tension you’ve never felt before. But you can’t tell whether its Devon, or just, your own wishful thinking. You open your mouth to read the next line.

“Y/N!” A voice shouts, standing in the doorway. Olivia stands there with her clip board. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

“Sorry!” You drop the script on the table, and stand up. Scurrying out of the small space to her.

“She’s fine, Olivia. She was helping me with some work. I asked for her assistance.” He stood, and put his hands in his pockets. Still calm, cool, and collected.

“Uh huh.” She sasses him, before pushing you back to work. Suddenly it becomes routine for you to help Devon with his lines during his breaks. This goes on for a few days. Each time you feel the same oddly strong tension. You try to break it with a joke or two between lines. Earning a smile from Devon. He’ll crack another in response, and so and so forth.

“So um, Devon.”

“Yes?”

“You’re always asking me for help with lines, but not once have you gotten a line wrong or been unsure.” You observe.

“What’s your point?” He asks with a smirk.

“So why have me go over lines with you?”

“Ooh questioning your superior’s motives. I could get you fired for that.” He jokes. You laugh. “Truthfully, it’s practice. I’m a little shy when it comes to my work. You seem like a safe subject to test on.” You give a fake gasp.

“The great Bostick? Shy?” He chuckles.

“I know. Shocking.” His eyes meet yours as his smile slowly subsides, but not completely. “You’re not bad yourself Y/N. With a little practice and coaching. You could be an actor yourself.” You shake your head.

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” You jest.

“I’m serious.” He looks at you strangly again. The tension swirls, as you lean against the couch you’re sitting on. You don’t know what to say, so you find yourself just staring at him. He shifts closer. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him. If you said you didn’t want to pull him close and kiss him without a care in the world.

“Hey Devon!” You hear Steven enter the trailer. He pauses when he sees just the two of you.

“Yeah?”

“A couple of us were going out to drinks after. You wanna come?” Devon considers this for a moment.

“Sure. Why not.” He nods his head with a smile. Steven nods to you next.

“What about you Y/N?”

“What?”

“You wanna tag along?”

“Oh. Uh. Sure.” He nods happily, and leaves the two of you.

“Where were we?” Devon turns back to you.

“Ummm. Page four.” Later that night, when all is said and done. You’re clocking out. Finding the small group of actors waiting in the parking lot. They shove you into an uber with a few others where you later arrive at some random bar you’ve never been to before. Zoe is chatting your ear off about something, you don’t care about. Practically all through the night she’s clinging on to you. Your only escape, is watching Devon socialize with Tom and Steven across the room. Your eyes meet at some point, and you dart yours away.

“Yknow the guys, they really like you Y/N.”

“What?”

“The guys. They think your cute.” Zoe says, a little on the tispy side herself. She then goes on to talk about her ex, and how this random guy wondering around keeps hitting on her. You, easily loose attention. You managed to exscuse yourself at some point. Somehow, you still feel lile you’re work. Only, you drink at this work. You step out of the bathroom, and start to walk down the hallway back to the bar. Before Devon turns the corner and catches you off gaurd.

“Oh, hey. I-” Suddenly you feel a hand on the back of your neck. His soft, plump lips capture yours in the moment as he presses himself against you. You’re pressed into the wall behind you, as you kiss back. Instinctively you move your hands up his slender form. His hands moving all over you. Your head is in the clouds in the passionate moment. Suddenly someone walks out of the bathroom and Devon pulls himself away. He quickly adjusts himself and acts as if nothing happened as they walk off.

“Sorry. I’m a little…”

“It’s fine. Perfectly fine.” He nods his head, runs his fingers through his hair. Licks his lips, and turns.

“Y/N.”

“Devon.” And he walks off. You see him a few days later at work. He doesn’t ask you for line help again.

#50 shades of devon #devon bostick x reader smut #devon bostick x reader #devon bostick imagine #devon bostick #jasper jordan #rodrickheffley

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adapted-batteries · 7 years

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Season 2 Things

So I just finished up season 2...time to do some more rambling about each episode. Probably won’t be as long as my season 1 ramble, but just in case I’ll still stick it under a keep reading.

“And the Drowned Book”

I totally forgot about the obnoxious hat Stone is wearing wherever he is. Also, unless I wasn’t paying enough attention, the hallway Ezekiel is eating pizza in and not getting arrested is the same hallway they ran through in the “Vatican” in season 1.

When Moriarty points out Flynn has sun damage Flynn says he moisturizes...random fact but surprisingly a really good habit I’m glad he has. And who can not enjoy Flynn getting flustered about Moriarty deducing stuff, even if Flynn jumped the gun and thought he was Sherlock. I mean if a character from something I really loved to read popped out...I’d probably end up blurting out “I love you” too.

Also...Cassandra gets all the ladies...you can tell when Stone realizes things when Cassandra tells the Italian girl that she can do anything she puts her mind too, when he does that glance at the stunned Ezekiel. I mean it’s pretty obvious she wasn’t just giving Cassandra her number for fun friend time...and Stone knows it. I think this bit is what helps him later on in season 3, when he stops Ezekiel from attempting to go with Cassandra and Estrella...Stone’s got that same knowing face. I like to think Ezekiel’s deflating is partially due to to losing the Italian girl...but mostly that Cassandra got the earrings off her before he did (he sees it when he and Stone walk in, I’m not sure why he left them though, guess he was too dumbfounded).

Later on in the Library when Cassandra’s like “We weren’t okay,” Stone gets pretty tender, but it’s different than he was in season one. A lot of Jassandra shippers like to point out that’s a thing there, but Stone literally just saw her get a girl’s number, and the change in tenderness is also from Stone trusting her finally...this whole season not once does Stone mention his fragile trust at all, which means he’s gotten over it. And also, who wants to die and make Cassandra sad? Literally no one.

Random last observation from this ep: When Flynn and Eve kiss on the sidewalk, both Ezekiel and Cassandra are looking away in the background, which could be coincidence, but it looks kind of purposeful. I just chalk it up to everyone being dorks.

“And the Broken Staff”

I liked the fact that Flynn suddenly starts complaining about work, but before...and through this season too, he’s literally work work work and never stops, because he doesn’t want to stop, doesn’t want to have to be alone with his thoughts and be still.

When Prospero and Moriarty get in the Library all I wrote was “A Prospero (and Moriarty), in my Library? It’s more likely than you think, Jenkins.” This is gonna be a thing for every season...considering there’s a thing in the library every season.

Stone makes a passing comment about Ezekiel not knowing how to use a card catalog...but I don’t know how to use one either...and I’m surprised he knew, unless he was sneaking off to the local library in his town as a kid. That being said, with my weird knowledge of random stuff, I probably could shoe a horse...though I’ll leave it to the professionals.

When Ezekiel talks to the librarian to get the works of Shakespeare, in the background Cassandra whacks her head against the shelf in frustration which cracked me up.

When they get back in the Library, Flynn’s all like “good you passed my test” but like what test...I know he’s floundering at not being on top of stuff but I kind of want to know if he was gonna ever run them through something like that just to test them.

Also when Prospero and Moriarty are in the elevator, I’m reminded of that lovely blooper of them fake making-out in there...couldn’t watch that scene with a straight face.

Flynn holding onto Ezekiel for dear life...the birth of Flyzekiel...but honestly he was really holding on, and didn’t seem to think much of that, even Ezekiel had to remind him to get free. Also, I wanna know how Frankenstein’s monster is doing, if he got plastic surgery and went into sports.

We all know Flynn can’t act well to save his life...but at least he can fake out Prospero to get him to go for the wrong tree. Also speaking of trees...what did he burn??? And I kind of wish Eve fought Moriarty just to see what would happen.

For some reason I never really caught all the mentions of “the locked door with no key” that popped up a lot, when watching now I realize that it’s Eve and Flynn’s statue room. Nice build up.

“And What Lies Beneath the Stones”

Ooookkkayy prepare for a bunch of Oklahoma rambling. My first statement even before Isic came on screen was “Stone’s dad is what I hate about my state” so there’s that.

That I could find, Wagner doesn’t exist, but there’s a Wagoner, which I thought was where they were setting it, but then Lile says that the land is Choctaw, so that puts it 50 miles south of Wagoner, but then Andy comments they’re not locals (they being the protestors) so it could be Wagoner. Since Stone says the place is a couple hundred miles from his home town, and he was a surveyor so I can trust he was being pretty accurate, either location puts Stone’s hometown somewhere in West Oklahoma, specifically anything west of Enid, Weatherford, and Lawton. For a bit I considered the theory that Stone was from Christian’s actual hometown, Norman, but with OU being there, Stone would’ve went to OU and then gotten out of Oklahoma, not been an oil rigger, so I threw that out pretty quick. I also wondered if Stone was a northeastern Okie like myself, but with the mileage he gave, 200 miles from the heart of Choctaw territory is into Kansas, and that's assuming a minimum 200 miles, which it may be more.

Other rambling on Oklahoma stuff, we don’t have license plates on the front of our vehicles, only the back. And I’ve never seen the one Isic has on his truck. I thought maybe it was an old farm-truck plate, but even then, it’s like a weird mash of the 1939 and 1942 plates. Most of the the cars in the town though, including Lile’s SUV, have the correct plate for the year, the one with “Sacred Rain Arrow” statue on the left of the numbers and letters with Oklahoma in script above them and “Native America” in white on a blue bar under them. I still have this one, though this year they rolled out the new plate so I’ll have the new one in November.

Jenkins makes a passing comment that Ezekiel being here would be like a bad rendition of Oklahoma!...but I don’t really know what he meant by that since there’s nothing here to steal...was it some weird comment on Hugh Jackman’s run on Oklahoma! or something?

Also in terms of there being protesters in the first place...Oklahoma has so many tribes in it that they definitely wouldn’t be digging on that land in the first place...if people knew it was a sacred plot, they couldn't have gotten that land to dig easy. But, since Isic is a horrible person, and he ignores permits, of course he’d be digging.

When Cassandra shushes Ezekiel to listen to Isic and Stone talk, I was totally her. The first time I watched this episode I was hanging on every word for his backstory. Question though, I know Isic is a perpetual drunk, but if Stone was a surveyor for ten years, a noble Oklahoma profession, why would he think Stone couldn’t read a map? Heck, even I can read a surveyor map.

Cassandra makes a comment about him lying about his life, that she thought would've been more complicated...but honestly people out here love to be in denial about stuff...if they have an image of you they want to see, and you don’t do much to contest it, they’ll happily believe whatever they see is you. I speak from experience. It’s not hard to hide...just annoying and hurtful to yourself in the long run.

Later on Stone makes a snide comment about Isic using the company funds for a new “12 gauge” which is a common fowl hunting gun...and from a small town, Stone would be weird for not hunting, and he wouldn’t have wanted to stick out, so he so should know how to gut an animal back in season 1 in “And the Fables of Doom.” Even I know that...granted my experience is from science class dissections...but still.

The chain Cassandra cuts wasn’t actually locking anything, it was around the handle...so there’s that filming goof.

Ezekiel mentions for a truth of his that he was in MI6...I need more info on that...like what if his handler pops up like Rockwell popped up for Eve?

I really wish Stone had been telling his dad all that stuff, but I do wonder if all that truth weakened the creature a bit. And you could tell Stone is starved for affection when he hugs it...for just a second, he lets himself savor the hug before he pulls away to toss them both in the hole.

One of Cassandra’s truths is her wanting to be Vietnamese....but like why???

I would’ve loved it if when Stone got back up and his dad was like “What happened to you?” Stone answered “Oh, I just had a fistfight with myself.” Also I like that Stone realizes he doesn’t need his approval, but his dad still doesn’t know anything about him...it’d mean a lot more if he would’ve actually said what was up.

“And the Cost of Education”

This ep made me slightly wary of my uni’s fraternity row...granted they didn’t help matters when I was walking to my car one night and heard weird chanting of something I couldn't understand to an eerie rhythm...never found out what that was about.

Love the fact that Jenkins didn’t simply say that Wexler’s head exploded...he had to mime it, with sound effects.

Also Cassandra getting excited about going to college was basically me all of high school...and for the most part, my excitement was fairly justified...I am a lot happier now than I was back then. Though I was never excited for parties like she was...the only one I ended up going to was with my writing club...who just got drunk and started reading poetry...yeah that did happen...and it was great. No frat parties for me thanks.

“Transferring” at Wexler happens at an alarming rate, but random transfers with no word do happen...I did find out later that the girl decided to transfer back home, Minnesota I think, but only a month after she left without word. I didn’t know her that well though.

I’m glad my school motto isn’t Latin for “The devil appears! Fire!”

Lucy mentions she got her tip to investigate Wexler from “the lake forum”....were the Ladies of the Lake talking to Lucy too?

I felt so sad when Stone met his idol basically to find out he was a dick.

Question...if it’s bright daylight out...why’s a frat party going on? Parties are a night thing, at least at my uni everyone has the decency to not be day drinkers anyway. We also don’t have pep rallies, but my high school did. That being said...going to stuff like that is in no way essential for a good college experience...I enjoyed myself just fine without all that hoo ha, though I might be crashing the band stand this fall at some football games because I got to know one of the drum majors.

Honestly though seeing Stone get to be professor was great, and he even got to use his line “architecture is just art we live in.” Question though...who goes to class in their cheer outfit? Like no one did that for any sport at my uni.

Low key wish “wanna see my particle accelerator” was a euphemism...for what I have no clue. I wish I had a research space like Lucy...though mine would be very, very green, but man that’d be great.

Okay what is that voice Ezekiel does for Stumpy when he’s complimenting himself for running an image search? Like what accent is that???

The Ezekiel being bait scene...specifically Stone confirms Ezekiel statement that he’s cute...literally responds with “Yeah, you’re cute” and it doesn’t sound like sarcasm that much...it’s quick...but he says it for sure. Also Ezekiel comments on his singing being good...it’s hard to pick him out in the singing scene in “And the Rise of Chaos” and he mostly sticks to the “bum” part of the song so I need to actually hear him sing.

Me any time the Ladies of the Lake show up: “Hey it’s Parker.” Also I wonder if they’ll ever make a reappearance in the show.

I hate seeing Ezekiel distraught over Stumpy getting broken...hurts my heart.

And at the very end I got annoyed with how angry Jenkins was being towards Cassandra, like she didn’t do anything, and she stayed, which was the right thing.

“And the Hollow Men”

At the very beginning, when Ezekiel jumps down from the ceiling, either they’re standing on a very bouncy floor, or they’re all on the mat Ezekiel landed on for some reason....I guess is a height thing for the scene.

Woo for Flynn realizing communication is important.

Also...that lingering on Ezekiel ass that Stone did with his flashlight...I saw that boy...also when they woke up stone got up really fast when he heard Eve, way faster than Ezekiel did.

Stone knows Chinese telegraph...but not enough Spanish to do better than Flynn??? Seriously Stone.

Ray says Flynn’s a runner...was that the Library simply stating a fact or bashing him for it?

I know Moriarty is supposed to be shady bad guy...but man I just want him to not be bound to Prospero and have fun working with the Librarians. Also I wanna know how Moriarty calculates his charming if it’s got decimal places.

So Moriarty talks about Holmes in the way that Eve’s thinking about Flynn...which is a romantic way for her at least...so like is that suggesting something about Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes???

Still need to know why there’s a Sumerian temple in Pennsylvania.

Did Moriarty really think getting the staff of knowledge would help him undo his being bound to Prospero? I mean it’s obvious it didn’t cuz he’s still working for him later, but did he really think it’d work? To be fair I had no clue if it would or not.

Oh man the way Flynn’s face lights up when Ray says Flynn’s his best friend...and then that sorrow when he talks to Ray for the last time in the Library...man seeing Flynn hurting messes me up.

At the very end Stone really scowls at Ezekiel when he says he doesn’t know where the brooms are...like Ezekiel didn’t seem to be joking around, why so pissy Stone?

“And the Infernal Contact”

My first note was “I feel this episode is a perfect metaphor for the United States political scene” because I mean what else could be wrecking this much havoc besides a deal with a devil?

I wanna know how those workers didn’t hear that crash...I guess they had really good ear protection on.

I have no clue what it’d taste like...but I wanna try the Chupecabra’s jerky.

When Jenkins describes how a devil would appear to Ezekiel (Katy Perry wearing the crown jewels with a wad of cash and an unnatural attraction to young Aussie boys), Ezekiel’s face is too cute I swear.

There’s more x-rays in Jenkins’s lab...a leg and feet this time...whoever it is has a muscular calf.

“Well if you’re asking me about what happens after you die, I remind you I’m one of the least qualified people to answer that” oh Jenkins you’re the best. Also Stone’s question about “is it soul...soul?” is definitely fueled by his time in church...it’s got weight behind it, and means his church experience was less than impressive.

I got kind of annoyed with Stone when he’s attempting to tempt Ezekiel to reveal if he used the Library’s stuff to steal...like quit bashing the boy for his character growth...and also he totally got a chain wallet because of Ezekiel...cuz those things are not in style in Oklahoma besides with the goths maybe.

Jenkins says to Keatings that he used to be a wrestler...I wonder if that’s true...and if so, how good he was. Also the circling camerawork reminds me of Leverage.

Jenkins definitely has a pleased face when he mentions the Librarians at work...he’s proud of his grandkids.

I always thought the fuzzy focus thing they did for the gas leak scene was cool.

When Eve’s friend dude asks who Jenkins is, Jenkins responds that he’s a Librarian before he corrects himself...I wonder what Jenkins thinks of himself as. I mean to us he’s the caretaker, and he decides on that title later, but I wonder how many times he’s done that to people before.

Sesslemen tries to sell Ezekiel on saving the world...something that wouldn’t have appealed to season 1 Ezekiel at all. Woo for character growth!

At the end of the ep, when Jenkins tells them it’ll take 8 hours if they don’t keep still, Ezekiel about laughs, you can see his cheeks puff out a bit as he holds it back.

“And the Image of an Image”

Okay so does Jenkins have an alert for when stuff pops up online, or does Ezekiel leave his social medias signed in on the Library’s computer?

Stone gives Cassandra a weird look when she say’s she’s never been clubbing, like how is that a weird thing Stone it could easily be because the environment was too much stimuli boy.

So Jenkins clubbing...um well if he danced with Snake-Hips Tucker I assume he was dancing similarly...so there’s that (look it up if you don’t know what that means)...and CBGB was a punk spot in NYC...and the Magic Tramps were a punk band, so not only did Jenkins have a hip hop phase, but he had a punk phase too. Also that brings up the question on what Jenkins looked like...I mean an old man like him probably would’ve been odd at CBGB so that implies he looked younger, plus when Dorian last saw him Dorian said he wasn’t grey either, so either Jenkins used glamours, or he didn’t get old till the 2000′s, which is interesting since some immortals tend to age to a specific point in life then stop after that and stay that age.

Cue the #squad scene...Stone’s arms though...and Ezekiel’s outfit, and Eve’s on fire. And then when Stone’s like “there’s nothing about this that says ‘cowboy’” Ezekiel gives him a little nod which either means “Stone you’re never not a cowboy” or he was trying to assure Stone that he didn’t look like a cowboy but wasn’t being very enthusiastic about it. Also when Stone tells Ezekiel to sneak in Ezekiel gives him a look like he was about to smirk at him. Idk what that’s about.

Stone and the bouncer nerding out is hilarious.

Okay so Stone TOTALLY slapped Ezekiel’s ass before the left the club to save the next victim... it’s at 13:54 if you wanna go check that. Also when Ezekiel’s showing him the post for that girl Stone unnecessarily puts his had on Ezekiel’s but doesn’t lift phone up like it looks like he was going to, and after that when the camera is on Ezekiel’s face, he either swallows or bites his lip/inner cheek when he looks at Stone, and then barely keeps his jaw shut when Stone slaps him.

Eve attempting to handle drunk Cassandra is always fun to watch, including when she has no clue what to do with herself when Cassandra’s staring at her.

Stone nerding out when Dorian Grey was real...and then after Jenkins said him and Oscar Wilde were “more than friends” Stone repeated him like his mind was blown.

Also when they break into the art gallery Stone’s both disgusted and in awe that Ezekiel has access to so many galleries with his retinal backdoor. Oh and when he found the painting, Stone didn’t turn off his blacklight, you can see it glowing in his pants before he turns to face the camera.

I didn’t realize Cassandra vommed in Dorian’s office space until the closed captioning came up with (vomiting) on the bottom of the screen. Also Ezekiel was enjoying having Cassandra draped on his shoulder, I saw that little smile he did.

When Dorian dies Jenkins breaks the screen with one finger...either he did it really hard or magical backlash made the ipad weak.

There’s that look down and lip press thing Ezekiel does when Stone insists he was holding back his punches...I mean there’s a variety of ways of expressing “Whatever you say, cowboy” but that was kind of a weird one to go for. Also that concern when Ezekiel says he’s not tied to anyone or anything, like for some reason Stone didn’t believe Ezekiel was alone.

Also how quickly did they get tacos...I guess time passed but it seemed like only a minute passed between them leaving and Cassandra running back in.

“And the Point of Salvation”

For some reason when Jenkins summoned the spirit I got a Dresden Files magic vibe.

Hey Ezekiel mentions the keypad Glen-Reider, nice Leverage throwback.

The whole “Some master thief loop” is great, including the tasing...also Ezekiel shooting Stone in the leg as an example of it being a video game...and then Stone’s subsequent offense at being an npc.

Once they first pull the Atlantean stone out, you can see the pain on Ezekiel’s face because they’d died several times already. The first time he looks like he’s close to losing it is when he yells he can’t watch them die again when he locks them in. And that hurt continues into the Eve and Ezekiel scene when she tells him the war story, to the point his voice gets tight and almost cracks on the end of “I like the way you look at me when you tell it.”

Kind of a random statement on that scene, but as a gamer Ezekiel would’ve tried jumping off that balcony to the center bit or to the door, unless he did and it just didn’t show it because it didn’t work.

“You think I’m me” Ezekiel realizing his snarky jokester act he’s been doing is biting him a bit. And it’s the sorrow in his voice is what convinces them he’s telling the truth, and the things they told him in the many loops he’s done. Stone can’t even comprehend the situation, it’s really messing with him having Ezekiel be so serious, and I think afterwards Stone treats him differently because of that, because he knows what Ezekiel can be, given enough trauma, and he doesn’t want him to go through that again.

Stone’s excitement at rocket jumping is adorable.

When the three get back, Stone flat out denies Ezekiel being gone, where the girls start taking in the new reality. And then when the get Ezekiel back, Stone has to touch him, not just shake his hand for whatever reason he does that, he’s got to pat him on the chest like he’s got to reassure himself Ezekiel’s real.

Also did Ezekiel suffer a bit of temporary amnesia when he got back? Because he seemed pretty confused when Eve said they were Librarians. And his face when they get back to the Annex and tell him what happened tells me he didn’t remember. It was definitely a “nah I didn’t do that, doesn’t sound like me” face, which looks different than his other head shake in season three after Stone claims his immunity was because he loved Cindy first, which was more a “Nah man you got it wrong, why you gotta assume stuff?”

At the end, where did they teleport to? I mean we know it’s Cicily, but Jenkins seems pretty put out about wherever was on the globe.

“And the Happily Ever Afters”

When Flynn’s trying to remind Jenkins about the Librarians, he mentions that Stone “wrote that cute little article about O’Keefe”...why would he call it cute? Maybe he thought it was endearing? Kind of an odd way to describe it.

Eve gets a bit of a country accent in Cicily, so does Cassandra...I like to think it’s Stone rubbing off on them. Also Stone just wants to be a nerdier Indiana Jones.

You can tell when it clicks for Flynn when Cassandra’s describing her life...it was the ponies in the bar that did it.

Okay what was with the weird arm thing Stone did to let Ezekiel slide past him? Also why have him slide past and then kind of lean into him? It’s so weirdly domestic, and the way he looks over at Cassandra too honestly makes an argument for Jassekiel, but there’s definitely Jazekiel at least.

Flynn was either really flustered by Eve and Moriarty or really bad at telling people’s ages because he says Ezekiel’s 15...but clearly he’s got a beer and they’re in the US which means he’s gotta be 21, and Cassandra nor Eve would let him break the law drinking underage.

Stone seriously checks out Ezekiel’s ass...like a slow look down, then back up, before he looks at Flynn...there’s no other way to take that...that’s not a normal friend thing at all...ahem...also Stone smile’s when Eve says “I don’t need another mess in my town” which means Ezekel’s gotten into shenanigans.

Honestly I think it’d be fun if Ariel worked with the Librarians again...it was fun having her around.

“I’ve never seen anything move that quickly, except for that night Gretchen and I heard Santa come home early from Oktoberfest.” Okay so Jenkins hangs out with Mrs. Claus when Santa’s out partying???? Also Santa was sneaking? I need more information on this event.

When the LiTs have to start remembering who they are, several people have the idea that Ezekiel starts remembering the video game loop here. When I was watching this ep, when Flynn tells him who he is, Ezekiel gets quiet real quick, and doesn’t talk until later on. And when the spell tries to grab him again, he has a lot of emotion in his voice when he says no, so either it takes a lot to deny his dream, or he was getting memories again from remembering.

When they put their talismans down and start telling their real stories, Flynn gives Stone an endearing look, and pats his chest, which he doesn’t do for anyone else...some interesting Flynnstone stuff in this ep.

So if everyone was affected by Prospero’s spell, what did Jenkins do to get rid of the spell on him?

“And the Final Curtain”

I mean sure it’s bad no technology works...but I wouldn’t mind living in a forest...I loved being up in the mountains in New Mexico last week for sure. Also wouldn’t Prospero’s spontaneous forest growing greatly help with the greenhouse gas problem we have?

I need to know how the Library got a tardis...that implies the Doctor doesn’t have it anymore. Did a Librarian work with/encounter the Doctor?

Also in this scene Amazon Video’s closed captioning messed up and instead of Cassandra saying “we haven’t violated any rules, it’s Schrodinger’s cat” it said “we haven’t violated any rules, we should use your cat” which makes it sound like Cassandra’s giving really weird solutions to time travel problems.

Flynn is not a master of dialects...nor can he act...that we know. Also kind of wish Moriarty was a robot from the future, some obnoxious Terminator fun.

What is the cawing Flynn does as he’s playing Hamlet? Is that a normal dying noise people make???

The whole creation of Prospero is really cool, and the subsequent exorcising of him. Really enjoyed this episode for sure.

Flynn and Moriarty fighting is hilarious...I literally wrote “Eve corral your children.”

So If Eve wields Cal thanks to the Ladies of the Lake, does that make her Arthur too? Or was her ability to wield him thanks to the Ladies of the Lake? Also “Hey it’s Parker again.”

When Moriarty gets stabbed, Flynn’s suddenly concerned, telling him that’s not how his story ends. Apparently he was growing on Flynn. Also did he die, or I guess when the staff got broken, Prospero’s binding over him got broken, and he went back to his book?

When they’re saying goodbye, Stone completely avoids looking at them, it kind of looked like he was tearing up a bit. Also Ezekiel looked really sad, like he couldn’t handle losing Eve again, but you can see his resolve to not show anything in front of the others. And when Eve tells Cassandra not to live her life for anyone else, man that gets me every time.

The statue time traveling...yess...I loved that so much, and Cassandra teasing Eve with the dinosaurs coming back.

Well, that’s season 2 for me. Tomorrow I will start Season 3, and probably finish watching it, then type up my season 3 comments Saturday. It actually takes me a bit to get through my notes, today I started around 6, and finished up around 8:30, with a break for dinner. As always, feel free to message me if you wanna chat about anything mentioned.

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