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thejudgingtrash · 4 years

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can we pleeeease talk about how rushed the whole Nico and Will relationship was? They talked for 2 minutes, don't see each other forever and boom they're together. Like ??? When did that happen? Certainly not in the books? (okay I haven't read the books in ages, but it felt so forced and extremely rushed or is it just me? I'm queer myself so I'm all for LGBTQ+ representation, but that's not it)

Alright let’s tackle this! Sorry for answering so late, I always answer asks that will be longer super late ^^ anyway. I’ve sorta received this ask twice but the other one has more focused on Nico with a little bit Solangelo on the side so I’ll just fully tackle the Solangelo side on this one.

I have three simple issues with Solangelo.

Age

Substance

Fandom

Alright. Let’s start off with the first point or problem. Age. Or rather time. As in timeline. Because we all know that Rick Riordan basically spins a wheel whenever it comes to his timeline and I won’t go fully into the maths because I’m terrible at it and I’m not in the mood for embarrassing myself in that metier. Anyway, let’s proceed. My question is: what is their canonical age? The one from Will and the one from Nico?

I’ve caught glimpse in a group convo at the fact that Will was supposed to be 18 actually if you pay close attention to pjo? And I mean Nico is like 15 or something? Which is also sorta wrong? Because Riordan made him younger than Hazel who was 14 in the Herpes of Olympus saga. 14 and 18 is a fuck no from me, son. I guess Riordan forgot that HOO essentially took place in two days or something.

Riordan aging his characters down or rather refusing to let them age (looking at you, Percy and Annabeth!) because it doesn't convenience him isn’t something new. So, should they be mathematically speaking have that much of an age gap, yeah. That is problematic. That’s Frazel level kinda problematic. Even worse. I know that people are more inclined to look past age gaps in same-sex relationships but I always wondered why? There’s still a disproportionate level of maturity + a mighty power imbalance. So yeah. Watch out for that. Also they’re kids. So there’s no need in tying the knot and popping expensive champagne for their wedding just yet.

I mean I don’t have a problem with the time traveling aspect as in Nico still being mentally and physically a kid/teen. A little odd, sure. It’s not like Nico and Will are Edward and Bella and Nico’s goth ass is mentally aging along and stalking Will’s sorry self. It’s still weird because it’s so unbelievable? Nico is barely struggling finding his way into the modern world, chills at Hades and calls it a day? Now that’s something I have an issue with. I need more struggle. I need more vocab mix-ups. Nico’s brain exploding at the modern world. The difference between the 1940s and the late 2000s is massive. That isn’t just oh, weird little haircuts and why are women wearing pants, it would be not being able to comprehend things and questioning every new little object. Will could’ve been an amazing support character for such an arch, buuuut I’m deviating from my actual point. The timeline/age-line in the Riordanverse is for sure more on the concerning part for all new characters + OG side characters.

Second point. Substance. The thing you’ve touched in your ask.

How and when did Nico and Will become a thing? My memory is terrible and I’m too lazy to browse the wiki. The only thing I remember was Will being a nagging bitch in Blood of Olympus after Nico essentially said “I've got to move on and be who I am, I just don't belong here, I hope you understand, we might find a place in this world someday, but at least for now... I gotta go my own way...” to Percy who just went ??? That marked the beginning for this ship. Basically. I think. Well... I said before in my Percabeth ship roast (more like ship analysis, I have to redo that, that was way too mild and unfunny, omfg): most of the romance is in your head because there’s barely anything romantic in Riordan’s books to begin with (which we all should actually be thankful for!). This applies to essentially every goddamn ship in this series but especially Solangelo. Holy fuck. Y’all are pulling out the wildest stuff out of your ass based on... what exactly? I mean props for creativity!

It is abundantly clear to me at least, that Riordan didn't write Nico with the intention of being gay. There was no real indication in the Percy Jackson series (and I refuse to believe that he was this sort of mastermind, that plotted about doing all of this behind Disney’s back to get the gays and latinos in. There’s a market for everything and diversity was a coming trend in the 2010s).

One could say: Hey! Isn’t it great that Nico wasn’t labeled as being gay? It normalizes homosexuality and makes sure that the lgbtq+ community isn’t something abstract but rather folk like me and you. And to that I’d say yes, I mostly agree if the follow-up arch is believable and plausible. Which it isn’t in my opinion. We jump from the Heroes of Olympus saga to The Trials of (Mo)Lester I mean Apollo and we’re having this HUGE jump? From barely knowing each other to being soulmates, sitting next to each other, hanging out, going on in their business, having the picket white fence, two kids, three dogs, living in a gentrified neighborhood and baking cherry pie on Sundays? HOW IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DID ALL OF THIS HAPPEN?! That is incredibly rushed.

Aren’t...you shippers....Mad? That’s so cheap? I’d say so? Wouldn’t you like to have more pre-existing relationship and plausible development? With Percabeth you at least have a five book long progression, Solangelo is Riordan basically taking a dump on your plate and forcing you to eat it. And no, Riordan teasing the last Apollo doesn’t count.

Additionally, wouldn’t it be way better to still have a character say “Yeah, I’m gay. Pass me that salt, will ya?” without it being gimmicky or a foil or something for woke points? Just showing kids: “Hey, if you think this is a label that suits you, it’s fine! It’s perfect even! No worries!” (Also, the “coming out scene” with Jason and Cupid wasn't it, my loves. That was horrifying and insulting imo).

I mean. Show and tell are powerful tools in narration and telling more than often resolves unnecessary conflict/dialogue. And whereas season one from Percy Jackson had barely anything in that direction with Nico’s identity, season two didn’t make it any better. And season three is a complete cluster fuck.

Yeah. For me, the ship is super rushed.

Final point. The fandom.

I have to inter-subjectively state that Solangelo shippers are fucking crazy. I know Percabeth shippers (including me, helloooo) and especially the Annabeth stans for some odd reason are insane, but Solangelo shippers take the fucking cake and then some. There’s already a disconnect between the age groups in the fandom and it’s clear that more of the older teens and adults center around the Percy Jackson story and some in the Heroes of Olympus sequel, but from what I’ve seen the Trials of Apollo fandom is super young and on a whole different level. Might be the reason why facing some criticisms seems harder, because the minute you open your mouth to say something about Solangelo, you have people attacking you left and right. Chill guys, it’s not that deep? And it’s definitely not a personal attack on you. After all, I don’t know who you are and tbh Idgaf.

Talking about the lack of substance, fanon will automatically come in and fill the gaps. Which is fine and something we all do, but I really have to wonder about the levels of extremes that some take?

We all center around certain tropes and what not and while the trope and dynamic behind Solangelo isn’t particularly something for me, I really have to ask why people are behind it. Don’t get me wrong. My question is touching on more on M/M fetishization because I think that is mostly the driving force for some people rather than liking the actual ship? I see more people projecting things into Nico and Will and it’s really turning their characters into something they aren’t? Especially with Nico, who gets turned into this 5 ft. UwU punk princess which is hella strange???

All in all, I don’t have anything against the ship apart from it’s overrushed nature and Riordan’s wacky timeline. Do whatever you want with it (apart from fetishizing and sexualizing the ship), no one’s stopping you from liking it. But I do believe there are some things to look out for, especially in the fandom.

Take it easy, guys.

#mel answers #pjo #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #percy jackson #hoo #heroes of olympus #toa #trials of apollo #pjo ship analysis

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amwritingmeta · 4 years

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15x05: How to Fight God

Proverbs 17:3 --> The crucible for silver, the furnace for gold, but the Lord tests the heart.

This proverb really gets to me when looking at it in the light of 15x05, but also when looking at how it relates itself to the series as a whole, because our boys are going through nothing short of a trial by fire, their whole world and sense of self is beginning to take flame and that sounds poetic af, but it’s also so fucking poignant that I can’t even.

Because isn’t this what their whole journey has been? And what it’s been about, too, meaning that the trial by fire serves an actual purpose, the get rid of the impurities (if you will) while the actual trial isn’t by fire, but lies truly in the aftermath, in the lessons and the learning curve: the heart stuff.

That aside, of course, applied to 15x05 it’s quite literally God testing their hearts - and what they’re really made of - by throwing them a proper curve ball in Lilith, not to mention this revealing the fact that he’s still a presence.

We open on Sam, who’s checking his phone to see if Cas has finally replied to all the concerned texts Sam has sent him (my heart leaped I loved it so much!) (of course Sam wouldn’t not reach out) (and amazing that Cas literally decided then and there to walk out the door and he just removed himself entirely) (also - poor Sam!) (he lost a friend!!) and Cas hasn’t gotten back to him.

Buuuut!

Cut to the end of the episode and Sam is just hanging up from having an actual conversation with Cas. Sorry, this was me remembering this entirely wrong and not double-checking - it went straight to voicemail and is clearly stated as doing so, pls, ignore my ignorance!

There’s still a nice, subtle bookend here, and it still underscores the change we get from the opening scene to the closing: the brothers both believing they’re back to business as usual (with the difference of how now they’re actually holding the reins) vs. realising God isn’t gone and that the status quo is not something they can fall back on here.

Speaking of the status quo, the way things have always been, the saving people, hunting things, family business side to the brothers’ lives that is, as far as they’re concerned, the cornerstone of their identities... yeah, let’s speak of that for a bit, because if we look at the episode I believe the status quo, or perhaps the repeat patterns, is/are actually the answer to the question Dean finishes the episode with:

How do we fight God?

So then.

How To Fight God

This is basically speculation based in my meta reading of the episode so pinches of salt, loves, but it’s intriguing to me to think about what the rules of this world actually are, because this is GOD the CREATOR, right? Yeah.

How can you, the puppet, defeat your puppet master when your puppet master determines which of your strings are pulled at any given moment?

Well, firstly, I’m stuck on the exchange between Dean and Cas from 15x02:

Cas: You don’t think I’m angry? After what Chuck did? After what he took from me? He killed Jack. But that doesn’t mean it was all a lie. [...] Even if we didn’t know that all of the challenges that we face were born of Chuck’s machinations, how would we describe it all? We’d call it life, because that’s precisely what life is. It’s an obstacle course. And maybe Chuck designed the obstacles, but we ran our own race, we made our own moves, and mostly we did well with that. Dean: Did we? I’ll tell you what we do know - nothing about our lives is real. Everything that we’ve lost, everything that we are, is because of Chuck. So maybe you can stick your head back in the sand, maybe you can pretend that we actually had a choice... I can’t. Cas: Dean. You asked what about all this is real -- we are.

I mean technically Dean didn’t ask anything, he stated that nothing about their lives is real but alright I get that you want to break through, Cas, because this is Cas trying to make Dean understand that not everything has been pre-determined by Chuck.

If free will didn’t exist at all in the narrative, then there would be no room for any kind of stakes, emotional or otherwise.

If it didn’t come down to what choices each situation brought about and the lessons derived from the consequences of those choices, then the meaning of the character journeys would be completely nullified.

And these rules of the world we’re watching are most clearly demonstrated to us in the S14 season finale, when Dean makes that epic choice of not shooting Jack, effectively ripping up Chuck’s perfect ending and forcing him to go all mental deity on a power trip on all of their asses.

So Cas is clearly right in the above exchange, but Dean can’t hear it, and because Dean just refuses to listen, Cas sees no other choice but to leave in 15x03. Because all Cas can see is how Dean refuses to let go of old patterns of thinking, old hang ups and fears, and how Dean finds refuge in blaming an external source rather than gaining perspective, accepting his own level of responsibility (in any situation) and moving forward.

I’m very curious about the prayer and what level of exposition it will entail. Imagine it being an actual callback to the confession scene in S11, where the exposition of Dean’s internal struggles with his longing for more is so beautifully balanced. Anyway, digression.

What I’m getting at is that choices seem to play an enormous part here, and of course they should, because that’s one of the most prominent thematic threads the writers can pull on.

Our choices make us who we are.

It’s not what you are, but what you do.

No one can tell you who you are, you choose who to be.

And along these, all the times we’ve heard I didn’t have a choice. Often this has been true, when put in a situation that is about not only saving each other, but the world itself as well, but then those world-saving situations wouldn’t really have been brought about if Dean, that first time Sam died, hadn’t made the choice (echoing Mary) to sell his soul to save him, and, of course, none of the choices would’ve been necessary if Mary had let John die, but we know the world that would’ve brought about, so thank...... fate for bad choices.

Perhaps it’s time for good ones.

How do you fight God?

I think you fight him by breaking old patterns, and the only way you can break them is by recognising them for what they are and truly, definitively, moving out of them and into new ones.

Chuck represents the writer not keeping up with their own character’s progression, right? He’s not seeing what this world he’s created has actually become, without his influence. All he sees is what he wants it to be, rather than all that it is, and he believes in his own control to the extent of not adjusting the obstacles he’s throwing at the boys to their ever evolving view of themselves and what they want for themselves.

Which is why the plot point of Dean being seduced by Lilith wasn’t even hinted at until she stated, in dialogue, that apparently it wasn’t happening. Thanks to Dean’s progression away from who he was way back when, yeah? Not exactly the same, are you, Dean?

And which is why I believe the moment when Sam says-->

--> is quite possibly crucial, because Sam can see the pattern, he knows the grooves of it so well that he immediately feels something is off when they’re just handed the solution on a platter, and this hunch proves right, because they know how Chuck’s story works, innately, they’ve lived it for over a decade.

If they can catch up with this fact, if they can begin to use it to their advantage, that would be very cool. If they begin to go against their old mode of being, if they try to think outside of their own box (as it were), then not only is that a viable way of beating Chuck at his own game, it sets the stage for their final leg of character progression rather beautifully.

Because it forces them to grow wholly self-aware, to question their choices and weigh the pros and cons. Realisation City.

And how gorgeous then to have the setup be that to survive and have a healthy sense of control over their own lives, they must evolve away from their old ideas and ideals. *fingers crossed*

And then there’s Chuck as representative of the over-arching shadow, representative of all those things that the boys have battled throughout their journey, and if integration is the goal, then Chuck shouldn’t really be reaped by Billie, should he? I mean, him being reaped by a representative of strong, assertive femininity works on a symbolic level as well, but integration could mean that he simply has his power stripped.

I’d quite like that, to be honest. The way to fight God is to stop worshipping him, stop believing in what he represents, stop allowing his obstacles to be real obstacles and simply move out of the narrative he’s been telling and into a new one, where his chosen ending makes absolutely no sense. And if Jack returns there may be a player with enough power to actually tell God that his time as ruler of this particular universe is done, because they will fight him, now that they see him for what he truly is. Every step of the way.

Alright, lots of speculation here, but the thought of the brothers’ progression actually playing a role in how they can defeat Chuck makes me get all goosebump-y!

The werewolf brothers acted as a Chuck tool of foreshadowing for his chosen ending: one brother killing the other, but there’s a deeper psychological symbology in the werewolf brothers’ story, where one brother’s control and deceit made the other see no other choice but to kill him and then himself, because they were the same.

So looking at them as representative of the codependency, it’s actually the aspect of control and self-deceit that has to die, in both Sam and Dean, for the codependency to finally break. Sam leading the way (as per the water bottle scene at the start of the episode) and freeing them both in his process of breaking away from Dean.

And when Lilith says that she had to die in order to get what she wanted, it could be seen as a statement of that same symbolic subtext, and how the brothers’ progression is moving them away from who they have always been, into who they truly are and want to be: they have to kill off their past ideas and ideals, and embrace the truth of this if they’re going to be victorious in this fight.

We shall see, my loves! We shall see!

I’d be remiss if I didn’t say this, though, to a writer who has given us so much:

Thank you, Steve Yockey.

For everything.

#<3 #spn meta #spn 15x05 #character progression #dean winchester #sam winchester #codependency #breaking the codependency #symbology #chuck #how to fight god

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youareaservant · 4 years

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💘

Sex/Romance Headcanons || Accepting!

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

Nonverbally is honestly the primary way Viren expresses his love, since I’m pretty certain he’s not the “I love you” sort. Viren is someone who knows and believes in the power of words, but as someone who works in politics and is canonically a bit of a manipulator, he also knows that words can be cheap. The closest he ever really gets is telling Claudia he’s proud of her in episode 9, and even that I kind of think is to a specific purpose, that being “Soren’s gone and she really needs to hear that she’s still my little girl right now.”

Or at least, I like to think of it that way. This is getting kind of off track though lol.

When it comes to how he displays genuine affection, I think it’s all very tied to his magic. Magic is something he knows deep down to his core, and it’s the language he’s most comfortable communicating in. It’s a tool, but a very sophisticated tool, and one that he’s put a lot of work into mastering. When his kids were little, I can see him falling back on using simple, basic magic tricks to try to cheer them up if they were feeling down. You also get little glimpses of it in the birthday posts on TDP’s official blog, with him holing himself up for days working on something (lbr, probably magical) for Harrow’s birthday, or going along with all the next-level bonkers stuff Claudia kept asking for. Also that time he forgot Soren’s birthday, but hahaha, we’re not unpacking that one right now!

You could probably apply his research into a solution for the famine to this as well? Like I think in some ways it was as much for Harrow (and how history would remember Harrow) as it was for the people they would theoretically save. It was an expression of loyalty and support, to stand by a decision he disagreed with but find a way to mitigate or outright eliminate the potential damage. Viren wants to solve people’s problems, and he’s gonna do it with the tool that he’s the best equipped to use. Forget Acts of Service as a love language, these are Acts of Wizard Service, which is an infinitely cooler love language.

In a way, the years he spend researching a way to kill Thunder after the fact are kind of a twisted and corrupted version of this, though I kind of consider it more a manifestation of survivor’s guilt that he never really worked through. All the magic in the world can’t bring Sarai back to life, but it can bring her murderer to justice, and that’s the best that Viren can do. It’s a nine-year apology to his best friend, and it’s super not healthy, buuuut yeah, there it is.

#this one also got sent by an anon so! here you go anon!#pyroteched

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fanfic-inator795 · 5 years

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RotTMNT Drabble: Match-Up

((From my recently updated drabble series “Moments Under Manhole Covers” whiiiiich I can’t directly link to THANKS TUMBLR, but it’s on AO3 if you want to check it out. Enjoy!))

“Okay, Lou Jitsu VS Jupiter Jim - ah ah, WITH assistance from Atomic Lass!”

“A Two v. One fight, huh?” Leo hummed, leaning back as he crossed his legs. He could understand why someone as bouncy and springing as Mikey would prefer a hammock to sleep in over a bed, but it was still hard to get comfy in it. For a split second, the slider nearly fell right out of it, though was able to place a hand on the wall nearest to him and regain his balance just in time. “Eh, it’s not like Lou Jitsu hasn’t been outnumbered before.”

“I know,” Mikey nodded, eyes still glued to the space on his bedroom wall, “But those were just against grunts. Of course he was gonna take ‘em out! But Jupiter Jim actually knows how to fight, plus he’s got all those sweet gadgets on ‘im! Plus, Atomic Lass can help with long range attacks and try to knock Lou off his game!” With that, he started sorting through his spraypaint cans, looking for the perfect color.

Honestly it was a wonder he had any blank space left in his room at all, but he did. About two feet wide and four feet tall, right between a tag he made a couple of years ago and a mural that, while not as impressive given that he painted it when he was seven, was still too sentimental to just paint over. Still, if anyone could turn a small section of wall into a masterpiece, it was Michelangelo.

Though, if he had been looking back at his brother, he would’ve seen the proud smile on the slider’s face. Mikey had always been a natural when it came to acrobatics and fighting, having a very ‘go with the flow’ style that meshed incredibly well with with the Lou Jitsu style of using your surroundings and turning whatever you could get your hands on into a weapon if just your hands weren’t enough. Unfortunately, being great at fighting in the moment often meant that he was a bit weaker at actually planning attacks and accounting for variables, often looking to his brothers for a new plan when things went wrong and sometimes needing to be told what to do in order to make his next move. So, to hear his younger brother actually thinking about advantages and strategies somewhat definitely brought a smile to Leo’s face.

“So,” Mikey spoke up again, pulling his blue brother out of his thoughts, “Do you think they could beat him?”

“Nah,” Leo shook his head, “Lou knows his way around a fist fight, even with people as skilled as he - or Jim - is. As long as there was no outside interference, he could easily outlast Jim, and probably figure out how to wreck most of his gadgets too.”

Mikey hummed, considering this. “And Atomic Lass?”

“Once he figured out what all her powers were, he could find a way to work around them. Find a way to take away or fight against her hammer, and that solves half your problems right there. He’s also fast enough to dodge her nuclear blasts, and once he knows how to counteract her powers, he could easily own her in a physical fight.”

“Huh, yeah, that makes sense.” Settling on a golden-orange, Mikey began spraying. “Okay, Lou Jitsu VS the Moon-Cyborgs from the 8th Last Trip to the Moon!”

The slider rolled his eyes. “Seriously, dude? No matter what weapons they’ve got, cyborgs are just like high tech mummies or zombies or any other group of grunts. Lou could wipe the floor with them, no problem - and he wouldn’t even need Jupiter Jim’s laser blaster!”

“Alright, smart guy,” Mikey retorted, giving his brother a playful scowl, “Lou Jitsu VS… Big Mama!”

“Oh, so we’re getting into real life match-ups, huh?” Leo had to think a bit on that one, since they’d only met once, so she probably had some abilities that they didn’t know about. But, judging on what they knew- “I think he could take her. Yeah she’s really big and strong and she’s got those suuuuper gross webs, but he’s fast enough to dodge those. I could see her him jumping on top of her and trying to block a few of her eyes, slowing her down and giving him a chance to throw her into her desk or something.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Mikey nodded, “I could totally see him doing that. And with someone like Meatsweats, he could just grab his tenderizing hammer and use it against him!”

“Or trick him into taking the powers of a weak mutant,” Leo smirked.

“Or pretend to be a mutant to get Meatsweats to grab him, so he can get in close, and then POW!”

“Order up! Anyone ask for beaten porkchops with a side of hot soup?” Leo shouted, causing the two of them to fall into a fit of laughter.

Settling down a bit, Mikey turned back to his project, spraying a few lines of color. He looked at it for a moment before adding a few more spots. He then picked up a darker color for some shading. “Yeah, Meatsweats wouldn’t stand a chance. ...Though, Hypno would be a bit harder to beat. Lou doesn’t really have anything to block out his hypnotizing yells.”

“Right… Which means he’d have to knock him out before he could get the chance to hypnotize him, and would have to figure out how to get around his magic tricks,” Leo nodded, “Which itself would be sort of… tricky.”

“Booooo.”

“I regret nothing. Anyway, the doves and rabbits probably wouldn’t be too big of a problem, it’s those rings that he’d really have to look out for…” He cringed slightly, lightly touching his neck and remembering the razor sharp ring that he had just barely managed to dodge a couple weeks ago. “Those things are killer… But if anyone could get around them, it’s Lou Jitsu. After that it’d just take a good hit to the face, and boom! Game, set and match!” After a moment , Leo added, “Do you think we’re too biased in this?”

“Nahhh,” Mikey shook his head as he continued painting, “Okay, Lou Jitsu VS those crab guys! They were crazy strong, plus they had a long distance attack!”

“Yeah, buuuut if he could turn their attacks against each other, he’d have them knocked out in a second!”

“Lou Jitsu VS that minotaur lady from that maze you made us go through!”

Leo gave him a flat look. “You could’ve just said ‘that one maze’ but fine, that would be a pretty hard fight. Fighting against killer vines AND a fire breathing minotaur, plus being in an environment that’s always changing? It’d be tough, but I think Lou could pull off a win. Use the vines as weapons and tools, and find a way to either knock out or tie up the minotaur, which would be easy once the playing field was even a bit, since I don’t think very many pizza chef/restaurant assistant managers are also skilled fist fighters.”

“Alright, uhh, umm-!”

“Face it, bro!” Leo insisted, “Lou Jitsu’s just too awesome! No matter what the fight, he always finds a way out!” Whether it was just in the movies or not, it was just too hard to believe that a guy that strong and skilled and just plain legendary could ever actually lose, no matter who he was up against.

And Mikey must’ve agreed, because all he could say to that was, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” His voice was quiet now, and for a moment, Leo wondered if he had made him upset, making most of their theoretical battles so one-sided. He opened his mouth to ask, and-

“What about… Lou Jitsu VS us?”

Leo didn’t say anything. Instead, he sat up, and offered Mikey a small smile. “...Yeah, no. Mikey, we’re an awesome team but, we’re still just noobs compared to a master like him. We wouldn’t stand a chance at beating Lou Jitsu.”

“Heh, yeah, I know,” Mikey agreed. He smiled back at his brother, though it didn’t quite meet his eyes. “...I still wish we could fight him though, even if it was just a quick, dumb spar or something…”

“...Yeah, I get what you mean,” Leo said, holding back a sigh. Ever since the very first scene they saw from one of his movies - the very thing that had inspired them to want to become ninjas in the first place - all of them had wanted to meet the great and legendary Lou Jitsu. And now, thanks to certain revelations, well… Now that desire was stronger than ever.

It was pretty awesome, having one of your dads be a celebrity. But it was also bittersweet, especially when Wikipedia could only offer an incomplete history and various conspiracy theories around the web did very little to help.

“...Do you think that was his final fight? Him VS Draxum?” Mikey asked, still facing the wall despite not making a move to continue his art, “And that… that it was the one fight he lost?”

Leo could only give a shrug. “Maybe…” If he was being honest, his late father losing a fight still was a better ending than the alternative. That he simply gave them up and went into hiding, leaving them to be found by their rat dad. “But, hey… No matter what happened in it, you can bet he fought his hardest - and awesomest - during it. Just like he always does.” Just like they always did.

“...Yeah. I think you’re right,” Mikey nodded, another small smile making his way onto his face.

“...That’s really pretty, by the way,” Leo commented, looking back up at the wall.

“Heh, I know, right? Can’t believe someone would just throw this color out. But just wait until it’s done, then it’s really gonna look like something great!”

So, Leo laid back down on the hammock, and watched his younger brother paint his latest masterpiece.

Fights were a thrill. They were energizing and satisfying, but there was plenty of satisfaction to be found in moments of peace too.

#rottmnt #fanfiction #my writing #leonardo tmnt #michelangelo tmnt #rise of the tmnt #brother bonding #I really liked how this turned out and wanted to post it separately

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sadistcshy · 3 years

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As Long As It’s A Game – A Loan and Wane Drabble:

Wane wasn’t too prone to technology; It seemed too strict, something that contained her from doing what she truly wanted.

Most of her time living in Alaska was used to please her cravings for adventure and freedom, cravings that the forest could easily please.

That fact had made of her a girl not fond of tiny spaces, or things that need rules outside of her physical control; and that was the reason behind her discontent right now, as she and her sister Loan entered the mall’s arcade.

The place was full of people, kids running throughout the little space left in between the crowds, adults playing in flashy big machines, and the others were something between her age and older than Loan, all of them either chatting, changing some weird cards, eating, looking at videos.

The place seemed to be alive; as if everything before her had a function and place to be. For a brief moment Wane recalled her days in Toronto when she hanged out with the parkour club of the city… it had that same feeling but in a smaller place.

A really, really, small place.

“Uhm, Loan,” the afford mentioned girl fidgeted in place, “can’t we just go to a park? Don’t you have something to play on your PSP?”

“We could buuuut…” Loan started to scratch her neck, “I wanted to try a new game with you, I’m sure you are going to love it,” she then proceeded to point at a gaming station nearby.

Wane was resilient at first, but the odd shape of the station got the better of her. The machine had four platforms, each one with a tiny railing. As soon as she stood a foot upon the platform's floor it was clear for her that she could move without worrying about getting out of the machine.

Wane kept inspecting while Loan paid the nearby cashier. There was a big screen above them, held in place by a wide holder stand, and just below the screen, four headsets laid on a table. Loan took two of them and suited Wane with one before reaching the platform just next to her sister, all the while a cheerful smile made her weird��usual self more charming.

“Wow, you really look pumped out about this,” Wane commented, her headset in position, two eye-shaped screens showing her the world through the camera of the device, “I’ve only seen you like this around Bobby when I got you two in the middle of— “

“Eek~!” Loan squealed as her hand hushed her sister, “Shhhh, you can’t talk about that in public!”

Wane laughed off at the expenses of her sister, making Loan softly groan, “Seriousl- hahaha, fooling around with you two never gets old,” she grinned, “so what about this weird helmet? The world looks weird using this.”

“It’s a VR headset,” Loan replied as she put herself on the other headset, “once I set everything up the game will start. We may start at a checkpoint so be wary for anything.”

“You can send me a dragon if you’d like, whatever this game is I’m sure I can handle it,” she said with a cocky grin, her legs firm and her fist raised, “lanza’ esa verga!”

Loan nodded to the man in charge of the station and the game started. A blink of light blinded the girls, the world that awaited them now replaced by a black void and a loading bar right in the middle of their eyesight.

“So, how do we play this? I see no controls.”

“There are little cameras around us, those will make your whole body a control,”

“Wow… Fino!” she screamed in total glee, “I’m already liking this game!”

And then the game started, a deer abruptly jumping towards Wane.

“AAAAAH GET IT OFF! SACAME DE AQUI!” the girl screamed as she fell to the ground, now replaced by green grass. Brown, purple and blue shadows, and what appeared to be a forest were the only things on sight, but she couldn’t focus on details at the time, all that mattered was to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Wane wait!” Loan called out to her but it was too late, the girl had run so fast that the sound wasn’t able to catch her, in fact, she was going so fast that not even her mind could catch up to her speed and see what was happening. A vine on the road finally got her attention, and her whole momentum too, making her character fall in-game, and by proxy fooling her into falling to the real ground too.

She was fast to recover, and now with no deer in sight, Wane took her time to see her surroundings. A dense forest clouded her vision, one with humongous trees from which colorful bright fungi sprouted out. The branches, tangled like a web above her, held leaves two times bigger than her and three times wider.

Before her a tray of dirt marked her previous steps, “dang it, I left Loan alone.”

“Yeah, it would be helpful to have you here…”

“Loan?” she turned to her left, “Where are you?”

“We are still at the arcade, remember?” Loan left out a little laugh, “I just need to deactivate the sound handicap so you can hear me.”

“Vaina, I forgot…” she then proceeded to stretch quickly, “is the deer still there?”

“Don’t worry, I handle it. Now get back here.”

“Yes ma’am,” Wane ran again, this time noticing how the world blurred before her by the sheer force of her speed. She stopped right before meeting the multicolored blurry mess from afar, “I think that… wait.”

The blurry mess of colors were monsters, lizardmen, orcs, golems, all with different sizes and shapes, all towered by an imponent red dragon whose eyes looked down at the creature in the middle of it all.

“Is that..?”

A blonde paladin of muddy armor, with mace and shield at hands, striking at every foe with enough force to make the ground below her shake.

“Loan?”

The paladin pulled her shield above her, watchful of the dragon’s presence, and threw her mace at the Golems legs, effectively striking him down for enough time to make it fall, its body now a perfect tool for Loan. She used the golem to impulse herself and jumped towards the dragon’s open mouth; her shield and her strength proving themselves more than enough to stop the drake from eating her.

“Wow wow, hold on there.”

The paladin gripped the dragon's nose and pulled herself up to the beast’s face. Once above the creature, she stood there, glaring at the pitiful monster that dared to defy her. “In this place, I’m more than just Loan,” she claimed, “here, no one can look down on me.”

She shoved her arms inside the dragon’s eyes.

The creature screeched, a guttural sound whose echo pushed the web of branches around them. Loan pulled out her arms from the beast, a smile on her face. She looked down and waved at Wane.

“I’ll get rid of this dragon! Can you distract the others in the meantime?!”

Wane looked at the foes below, bruises and bleeding scars in all of them, Loan had left them all worn up and weak just for her.

Wane glanced down and found a pair of daggers at her waist waiting to be unsheathed. It was clear for her what to do next, so she took both daggers and leaped forward, leaving a trail of red dust behind her.

Her little body moved at speeds that made her look like she was hovering above the ground, and with her grace at combat to add up, the fight looked more like a dance.

She twirled from one enemy to the next, using each monster as a way to impulse herself and keep the dance going. A trail of blood behind her was the only remnant of the wounds she inflicted.

It was hard to even imagine that even with all the fun she was having her eyes hadn't stopped looking at her sister.

And how not to? Loan was mercilessly beating the dragon with her bare hands, making of the creature a crawling mess of tears and agony whose life was getting pulled out from its grasp with each blow.

And upon witnessing such a display of confidence and power, Wane’s heart found another reason to pound faster.

I haven’t noticed before… but Bobby was right, Loan has its own charm… she seems so confident… so happy… so…

Soon the blood wasn’t the only thing painting red the little girl’s face.

As long as it’s a game, this girl can show her true beauty.

#sinkids #loan loud #Wane Loud #loudcest

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My Hero Academia, season 2 - Episode 37

Man, I would love to be able to afford and justify a good photo printer…

Anyways, it’s My Hero Academia, episode 37! Here we GO!

-We begin, exactly with Deku and Katsuki stepping into the arena…And Katsuki is fucking furious about Deku stealing his movements. Furious enough that any concept of teamwork is just entirely outside of his head, as he marches forward to face down All Might, and Deku reluctantly has to follow…

-Opening!

-Episode 37: Bakugo Katsuki: Origin

-And the match is on! Deku’s trying to figure out how to talk to Katsuki, to figure out something approaching a plan that doesn’t involve just directly throwing themselves against literally the most powerful and famous hero in the country. …So how well do you think that’s going, exactly? You have three guesses.

-Yeah it’s going badly. Super badly. Because Katsuki is somehow convinced he can pummel Japan’s number one hero. You’re sixteen, you can’t even drink yet and you think your boom boom hands are enough to take on—

-…Okay so Katsuki just backhanded Deku to the ground. I will just say I am glad that the teachers are acknowledging that this kid is on the bad path, because he is so very much on the bad path.

-And that’s when Deku finally starts to push back, to try and get it through Katsuki’s thick fucking skull that the way they’re acting right now will mean they fail the goddamned test buuuut that’s when All Might throws one of those punches that literally bowls them over from the wind off of it. The footbridge over them breaks. The windows of all the buildings shatter, and they buckle in sheer terror…

-Because All Might steps up, firmly playing the role of a villain, with his strength not a symbol of peace, but a weapon to intimidate and spark fear in the heart of these children.

-Sheer stubborn will keeps Katsuki on his feet, and he kicks off his Stun Grenade mini-pops to get himself in close! Well, close enough to get his face grabbed by All Might…And again that stubborn will, because Katsuki does not care that All Might could literally squish his skull like a grape, he just pours on the kabooms. It would almost be impressive if it didn’t suggest that he has tunnel vision worse than…Look I don’t have any other comparisons, it’s that bad.

-He gets put on the ground, and then All Might stares Deku down, because do you intend to abandon your teammate, young man? The memory of Stain just slams into Deku’s psyche at the very suggestion, and he’s got Full Cowling up before he even realizes it, leaping back to get some room…Only to run into Katsuki, who was trying to come back in for another round.

-And Katsuki, yeah, he’s just full of nothing but fury and hatred. He’s put far too much of his self-identity and self worth into his ability to Win, and now he’s up against an opponent he might not be able to beat. Oh, and to make the odds worse for him, All Might rips out some safety rails and uses them to pin Deku to the ground, so now it’s just him and Katsuki. Katsuki, who gets punched hard enough that his lunch sprays across the field in mid flight.

-A flashback. Deku hanging out with Katsuki when they were little kids, and Katsuki looked up to All Might almost as much as Deku did…Finding him amazing, his power and skill and ability to always win…

-The resulting ferocity and will is why Deku admired Katsuki for so long. Why he’s always been trying to catch up to the explosive lad.

-Meanwhile, as Katsuki tries to get back to his feet, All Might knows what it’s like to lose. To feel so desperately that you’re right, yet to fail nonetheless. It’s frightening. Turns the legs to jelly. He asks you, to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. And now, it’s here. Or should he say, he is here.

-Okay he didn’t actually quote Thanos but I’m not the only one getting those vibes from villain All Might, right? Actually, he mostly pegs Katsuki’s frustration at Deku’s sudden growth, and tries to remind the kid that the greatest improvement comes at the start, and that Katsuki has tons of room to grow into a great man, someone worthy of his power…So how well do you think that’s working? As per usual with Katsuki, the answer is “poorly”. He intends to either win alone, or lose, because relying on Deku’s help is worse than defeat…I will remind you from the screen cap, he is saying all this while still having a face coated in his own vomit. Right then, time to put you out of your misery.

-Except Deku gets Full Cowling up, pushing himself out of that pin…And dives in…Driving a punch right into…

-Katsuki’s jaw! And while the stupid idiot is too staggered to resist, he grabs Katsuki up and hauls him into the alleyways, getting some actual distance…And now, at least, Katsuki is too battered to fight back too badly when Deku tries to talk to him. Kacchan, you’ve NEVER been one to back down! You’ve NEVER been okay with losing! You stared down kids twice your size and twice your age, you aimed for the top since they were kindergarteners! If you’d rather lose than accept help, even if it’s from Deku, then…What the hell’s the point of being here?

-And Katsuki’s furious enough to explode the wall right next to Deku’s head. But even through his anger, he starts to put together a proper plan. All Might is too fast to outrun, and the gate is too open to sneak their way through. And he barely even flinched when Katsuki tried to use anything less than a full force blast on him. Which means there’s only one way out of this arena with their lives, and grades, intact.

-Cut to All Might trying to figure out where the hell those two got off to. Are they going for the gate…?

-And then, just as he passes by their alleyway hiding spot, Katsuki leaps out with explosions! Hard and fast ones, to keep All Might guessing, and not noticing…When Deku leaps out with one of Katsuki’s gauntlet, the emitter fully soaked in boom-juice! Katsuki leaps out of the way, Deku pulls the pin, and it ALL pours out, the sheer kinetic force enough to nearly dislocate Deku’s shoulder! Good god, you’re firing something like this on a regular basis?! LESS TALKING MORE ESCAPING

-Katsuki’s furious, embittered to have to claim victory like this, but it’s also the only path they can see…

-Back as the smoke clears, All Might’s in one piece despite that explosion, but he’s putting together what they did. A compromise plan that managed to make him stagger, while still escaping a situation they had no hope of handling long-term. And because of where they went for it, they limited further damage to the rest of the city by only kicking off that huge explosion in a place already wrecked. It’s clever, quick, and used the lessons they’ve gathered…On paper, it’s all fantastic. Quite frankly, their only problem is eachother.

-All Might doesn’t know the details, but he can tell they both have a lot of shit they need to work out…One day, they’ll hopefully be able to stand side by side. But for now, even though they managed to aggravate his injury…He’s got to do his best to push them to their absolute limits!

-They’re almost to the gate. They can see it…As well as the fact that All Might’s one punch(dun dun dun dun dun dun, three two one killshot) managed to blow out the faux buildings all the way to the edge of the arena. God DAMN. That’s the kind of power they’re up against…

-Anyways, that’s about when All Might catches up, and in two quick blows he takes out both of Katsuki’s gauntlets, then he sends the kid into a building, and when he comes back, he just knocks him into the ground with Deku. God DAMN! Soon they’re both struggling and weak, and having their pride rubbed into their face…

-As Katsuki really, truly internalizes the idea of what he’s facing. All Might is not just Japan’s number one hero. Heroes of other nations might match his results, but that’s not all it is. All Might is a symbol. The strongest hero in the world. The highest achievement humanity has. The highest wall for Katsuki to try and overcome. That’s what he’s up against. He’s up against the literal peak. His someday goal is right here in front of him, driving a boot into his spine.

-Meawhile Deku is dangling from All Might’s grip, and what’s with that look of fear, boy? He throws Deku down, and makes something clear. Your plan was fine. Excellent, even. But you lost the one tool you had. It’s over.

-And then Katsuki kicks off all the boom he has in one arm. Enough to force All Might off of him, and kick up a huge amount of dust, even as it feels like he might have broken something…He grabs Deku up by his chin-guard, and get ready, you’re going for a ride! While the dust is still thick and before All Might can see what’s going on, he sends Deku for an explosion-enhanced throw for the gate! Make it, you stupid nerd!

-Deku’s careening through the air, eyes on the gate. If he can just get out, he might be able to make this work…That’s all he has to do is escape, pass through the barrier, he can do this, they can—

-NEW HAMPSHIRE SMASH! All Might uses the sheer force of his own punch to send him barreling into Deku, dislocating bones the young man didn’t know he had on impact, and sending him full force into a bus…

-Until Katsuki catches up, and one thing’s clear. His gauntlet’s emitters aren’t about putting out more firepower than he’s normally capable of. They’re about doing it safely, repeatedly, without…

-Well.

-Without doing to his arms, what he’s about to do. As he pours everything both arms have out against All Might, a mega explosion that has him in utter agony, but he’s still in one piece, as he tries to hold the line! GET THROUGH YOU FUCKER

-And Deku’s in utter agony, but he’s got to make it. It’s the only option on the board…He starts to draw up Full Cowling, not to make the run but just to make his legs work…And to make himself noticeable, a big target, something to draw All Might long enough for Katsuki to get on him, back and forth…Until All Might just catches Katsuki and puts him down hard. You’re done, kid. You’re not breaking yourself just to take him down, not today.

-…Yeah Katsuki’s not accepting that. He literally bites All Might’s hand for lack of any other options, his arms barely able to even function at this point…And that gives Deku just enough energy to charge up Full Cowling to its full 5%, and past it, up to the limits he can heal without Recovery Girl…Move, All Might. Move, dammit! SMASH! One single blow that he can take and still use his arm, as the power of One For All forces his body to work. That punch is enough to make All Might, at his own ragged edge, step back, and Deku snatches a now-unconscious Katsuki up!

-Just a few precious feet. Just got to get through. And All Might, as he struggles to keep his muscles up, realizes Deku COULD have gone through the gate. He had enough time. But he came back, solely to save Katsuki. That’s the heart of a hero. That’s what makes Deku something special. Not the strength, not the stubborn will, not the plans and analysis. It’s the fact that when the chips are down…He, will not, leave a man behind!

-And when everything’s over, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that Recovery Girl gives both guys a healing, because Deku didn’t break the rules she laid out for him and Katsuki never got the “I am not putting your ass back together anymore you fucking idiot” speech. The bad news is she is pissed at All Might for what he did to these kids. Katsuki’s gonna be out for a while, and Deku’s straight up lucky that she was able to heal the back injury you gave him!

-Of course, even through his regret for going too far, All Might can’t help but feel proud of how far the boys came, and how much they’ve changed since coming here…

-In the aftermath, everyone learned different lessons. Some overcame their own fears, learned what their path truly meant. Some, saw how far they had to go. Some took grasp of a solid goal for their immediate future…But through it all, in the end, the final exams were finished…

-Deep in the city, in a quiet little bar, Tomura stares at a photo of Deku. Has to figure out what he’s gonna do about this kid. And that’s when the villain from the previous bar segment, the bespectacled fellow given the title-card of Giran, comes in…Just long enough to let them know that some folks are getting real curious about this League of Villains thing.

-Fellows like the stitched together guy who has no room to call someone gross, and this incredibly enthusiastic murder girl. She’s really excited about getting to kill people.

-Credits!

Both young men have a long way to go. A lot to learn. But…They just might have a shot, if this match was anything to go by. If Katsuki and Deku can ever overcome their pasts, to stand side by side…Well, the villains of the world would have to shudder, at what these two could pull off together.

But that’s a pretty big if. And it remains to be seen if they can make it. But we’ve got one last round in the season, so come back for it next time in episode THIRTY EIGHT of My Hero Academia! Wait for it!

#where I watch #recap #anime #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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Day 1( don't. Read it's crap)

Heart Shaped Box prompt for Chemical Warfare Babies

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Bing.

Surrounding Colline were suits. Large suits that had their cuffs tucked in. And the suits and Colline were in a carbon copy of the Oval Office: the assumed pinnacle of governmental grout. Whispers were beginning to become full on conversations, mixing joy and hatred to copulate bureaucracy. The room was made with the construction of the original Oval Office in mind: wooden furnishings with uncomfortable couches, yellow curtains, flags from the galaxys’ visiting for todays discussion, old paintings from Earth, and, per the tradition of the planet, vibrate velvet blue fur to keep temperatures warm.

“You know, these humans didn’t know shit. They just existed. It’s kind of adorable,” says a suit, blue one—cuffs hidden by the darkness naturally exuded by their species. Blue dark suit darkness speaks to flapper imitator. The flapper imitator has the roaring 20’s down to the overabundance of happiness before a terrible downfall.

“So much can be learned from them! I’m excited for the fanfare that’s promised for today. Planet 00242192 always has the best shows,” flapper imitator said, fanning itself with some nearby wind. Ah—Colline was just about done dolling herself up for the show. Colline was a suit but also rare personnel that practiced the Earth culture seriously.

There was no light speed fast enough, quick enough, hurried enough to get the Earth stockholders into a room quicker than today. There was an e-mail that was pushed out that stressed the importance of everyone answering her communication. And the stockholders knew not to fudge their chance to speak to their cash cow—and came dressed for the occasion.

Besides flapper imitator, darkness creator, logic deeper, power steeper, gravel keeper, and naval peeker went more for tropes for their manifestations. Ones physical manifestations can leave a lot to be desired if chosen incorrectly on a planet. Colline was a tough customer—judging critically based on ones physical manifestations. It could be assumed that Colline would buy your stock just for matching the wrong century of sock with hair piece.

There was a long allotment for sound in English chatter, allowing the awkward language to leave from whatever orifice the creature utilized for speaking. Colline stayed silent. Colline was listening for the truth, whatever that may be.

But, once Colline started tapping on the large light box, which triggered the lighting in the room to be lowered completely, people hushed themselves. It was now time for the show.

Dear Diary:

I had sex with a lot of people today. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. But people forgive pretty easily, right? People will pass you on the street and forgive you for uglying the landscape? People will nod to you even when they are disgusting by the stench of your existence? Remember, if someone holds their nose against their clothing, you’re repulsive. You need to leave them right away. Humans have a tendency of keeping things too nice. Don’t be that way. If you hate someone let them know right away. So the proper fighting can happen. I’ve been dragged along the concrete too long with so many of my clients. They claim I’m ‘love at first sight’ when it’s really ‘cum at first sight’.

Not to knock my knack of doing things to sexually stimulate the creatures, but it gets tiring. Suck Suck. Fuck Fuck. It becomes natural. I am natural. So, I guess I talked myself out of feeling guilty for being an escort—yay! Now I can move on to write more interesting things.

My latest conquest is of someone at my same level. His name is CJ(god knows what that stands for) Byrant. He enjoys escorts as much as anyone. He runs through about fifty every seven days(a week!) and pays each of them handsomely to keep their mouths shut. I heard the last escort that tried to make a scandal happened became the next murder mystery scandal. Ah—I love me a good scandal! That person is dead because they spoke improperly. This person is tortured for being too honest. I love scandals! They are the hole to human virtue.

This is getting rambly, but since it’s MY DIARY, I can be rambly. Hm. New conquest: CJ Byrant likes his escorts like he likes his government: easy to leave in the late afternoon and hard to come in during the mornings. Get it? Yeah—a gay joke I think that was. But that’s just not any type of gay joke—it’s a funny one! I hope. Is my existence making you want to kill yourself yet? If so, I apologize, if not, what is wrong with you? I am extremely cringy and filled with too much hope. The best I have to aspire for is waking up with fresh egg whites on my tits. Maybe there’s a druggie cig hanging from my lower lip that CJ takes drags out of sometimes. I hope I’m good enough to be a night escort. Those are the best—the people make you breakfast usually and ask if that’s how humans would do it. The best thing about humans is that you just don’t know what they would do—they’re born with their own will and predetermined set of ignorance. It’s so cute!

Anyway, I am struggling right now. CJ Byrant is a tough cookie. I’ve been making sure my ass is in the perfect view of his eyesight. But he just clears his throat or insists that “he’ll get that”. What type of government official does he think he is? That’s really silly, you know, to have this façade of being such a respectful man only to turn out to be the kind of guy that needs to cum twice in your eyes and scrub your face into the concrete and call you his long lost rapist. Whoops. Secrets are being let out tonight. I apologize.

CJ Byrant thinks me being an Earth-informed person makes it okay. It makes him okay to treat me like a human male but—hold it—he doesn’t reap the benefits of having such an Earth-human-whore to push around. I could be his little blow doll. My mouth is already open way too often. That’s why I pay men to close it with their intimates. Or sometimes with an object or five if they’re feeling excitable that day.

I love being this whore life has made me to be. It’s easy, easy money, easy way of living. I just can’t think too hard or I’ll burst into tears. Ahh!—Thinking should hurt me! I wish each time I had a critical thought someone hit me upside the head with a brick. I shouldn’t be allowed to think—no, never—thinking is bad. These guys, when they look for escorts, look for the dumbest and best manifested. I need to retain my own view of my life as much as possible. I can’t let CJ treat me like the garden tool I am. Now I’m making puns—I must be reaching critical mass of funnies.

Ahh, it’s been nice writing this, but around now, I need to make a bad decision. Just like the cycle of abuse, a clock, a never-ending cycle of wander and blunders, I must do something completely terrible. Because that’s how Earth-human-whores act. And I love being an Earth-human-whore.

The lights come back. The suits are struggling to retain a boisterous laughter. The suits flicker into manifestations of humans, a nice spread between the centuries. Colline smiles as she raises her digital grey camera.

“God, that was hoot! The girl is so brain-dead she can’t even keep secrets out of her diary! It’s like her vagina wrote the entire thing,” Flapper imitator says, with her lips out. Smoke drags itself past her lips and into the Oval Offices’ space. Other creatures struggle to retain their laughter and comments. Colline remains silent, snapping pictures of everyone at their moments of happiness, dressed down in their humanoid dresses. Their barcodes showing—oh sweet barcodes! These are important. I’ll explain why they’re important.

Barcodes are assigned to every creature created on the planet known as 00242192. The English pronunciation of the numerical expression is often shortened as Capital Pra. Pra is a weird name, isn’t it, for this shit to be occurring on? With blue velvet carpet to be in a Oval Office to keep up temperature—because—humans are too stupid to find out how to work machines to heat them better.

Barcodes, okay, back to the point. Barcodes are assigned to anyone born on this planet as a discreet and personal number. Buuuut. Because anything created is sentient and has their own free will, and to keep privacy up, the placements of the barcode is random. Sometimes you’re lucky and its on your left ass check if you ever manifest an ass cheek. Issue one: Sometimes you’ll manifest and manifest and you can’t find the barcode of yours for the life of you. Issue two: If you don’t know what the fuck your barcode is, well, you’re screwed. Your mark as a Triple O’ 9 and told to fuck off into the darkness. You’re labeled as uncooperative in this nook of the galaxy or universe or whatever you wanna see this place as.

Barcodes are an arrangements of lines from 5 cm to 5 inches that can be as short as 2 and as long as fifty on ones body. What—why are people born with these—the best answer I can give you is that that’s just how the machine works. And no one knows why. Maybe no one wants to know why. But anyway.

Barcodes are used to keep track of the population and employment of people born on Pra. And, to be more culturally sensitive, what percentage of people follow what culture. As a new born jelly mass, you don’t know anything. You don’t even know that your jelly form is offensive as you’re basically just a naked new born baby without culture! SO, let’s review:

1.Born as a jelly with a barcode

2. Get culture

3. ???

4. You live until you die under your cultures conditions

Sounds simple, but people like to make it complicated as shit. Like, who the hell even wants to stick to one culture? Who would want to? Even subcultures of your culture get boring. So many people just up and switch cultures when it gets close to their time. Some beings born with 3 barcodes still exist because they’re “lifers” for culture.

#nanowrimo #day 1 #its shit i know #but made word count

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