#the reflections in the road looked super cool

[moonavem]

couldnt sleep so

#my art #whoaaaa a non fanart related piece?? who am i?????? #inspired by a rainy day finally #the reflections in the road looked super cool #my fav is the long squigglies that the lights do in the reflection #not drawing cars though i will not put myself through that suffering #was pretty loose with this drawing and im kinda digging it #reminds me of when i did those color vomit BGs for my pnf fanart

[biteofcherry]

Hi! ALPHA STEVEEEEE oh my actual days. i have an unhealthy attachement to GoT. If his omega was feeling insecure how would he react? I feel like he would be completely flabbergasted and considering how she is very much independent she might not tell him at first. but if he found out...

A study

alpha!Steve Rogers x omega female reader

warnings: none; fluffy hurt/comfort; alpha has unique ways of improving your mood; but there's also understanding and communication; alpha Steve is a warning okay?

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"I guess this one could work," you shrugged, watching yourself in the mirror with growing resentment.

Your words reached Steve with quite a delay. He was staring at you, his mind occupied with images of ripping the fabric off of your body to get his hands on the magnificence of your curves and softness.

You looked absolutely fantastic in that dress - and it wasn't even some revealing, super sexy evening gown, but rather a chic, modest piece. Perfect for attending a conference.

And when you first saw that dress on the display as you passed the shop, you seemed to love it. How could it change so quickly?

Steve's gaze dragged up your body until he met your eyes in the mirror.

It was the very first time you showed annoyance with your looks, even if occasionally you fussed about not fitting into your favorite clothes right before the heat, because your body was accumulating fat to survive days of endless fucking.

"What is it?" Steve's brows furrowed as he took a step closer and you felt the warmth of his body at your back.

His hands slipped onto your hips and he rested his chin on top of your head as he held your gaze in the reflection.

"Nothing," you shrugged again, instinctively leaning into your alpha's embrace. "It's a good dress, but it doesn't really matter, right?"

Steve sensed that clearly it did matter, so he waited patiently for you to elaborate.

"I just have one meaningless presentation, nobody will pay attention to it beside just politely listening and clapping after I'm done." You tried to play it cool, like it didn't bother you that there was going to be a different star at the conference.

"Unlike Hope," you muttered, your tone more bitter than you wanted to let on.

Hope was- not exactly a friend, but not an enemy either.

You went to the same university, shared some mutual friends and occasionally worked on the same projects before graduation. Then you pursued your career goals while Hope went on to rock the world with everything that she had.

She was stunning, always had a line of men and women trailing behind her with dreams of spending time with her. She had a brilliant mind, too. Honestly, she had it all, in your opinion.

Including the freedom of not being driven by designation and hormones, since she was a beta.

As it turned out, Hope now had not one but three degrees and steered her career toward medical science for the military purposes. You were proud of how you were actually helping people day to day, running your small research, but it suddenly felt less significant compared to Hope's straight road to saving the world.

When you stumbled into her an hour ago, your brief, quite warm conversation revealed she was going to be the mysterious grand star at the conference you were also attending.

And she too was searching for an outfit. Judging by the label on the bag she was carrying, Hope was going to have something designer. Perhaps even custom fitted.

Then it turned out Steve was familiar with one of her projects; he saw it used in action when back in the military.

They switched feedback and information about Hope's upgrades so flawlessly and passionately, and you just stood there with a smile, nodding your head in pretend-interest.

Hope had it all. Still. Just like she had in uni.

Including attention of your mate.

You knew Steve loved you, you didn't fear him leaving you to chase anyone else. But love didn't mean he was impressed, or interested in your meager career.

The only profit you'd gain from presenting your study at the conference would be Maria's proud face as she added to your clinic's website information about running research acknowledged at international conferences.

"Hope?" One of Steve's eyebrows quirked up, confusion settling on his face. "That beta we ran into?"

"Yes, that beta whose great improvements to the battlefield medicine-" you mocked Steve's voice- "you were complimenting less than an hour ago," you glared at him, barely stopping yourself from stomping on his foot.

"Sweet brat," Steve's hands tightened their grip on your hips, an almost painful reminder to watch your tone.

"I was a Captain in the Army and sometimes on missions things got really bad. I simply appreciate that Hope's projects helped to save lives of some of my men."

"I know her work is important." You grit out, crossing your arms over your chest. "Which is why I know everyone will look forward to her presentation and discussion panel with her. So I don't need to bother stressing over my showing."

Steve recited the full title of your presentation and research, showing you he was always paying attention to what was important to you.

"Hope's work may be desired by the big, important institutions," he said, "but it's your research that has the potential of aiding people nationally, in their day to day struggles."

Your heart melted at the conviction in Steve's voice. Through the bond you sensed a steady rhythm and a flush of fiery pride that your alpha felt about your work.

"And you know what else?" Steve bent down a little, resting his chin in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing your cheek.

"Hope has nothing beyond her career. Beneath the smell of perfume, there's only the scent of the lab on her. No partner, neither long term nor a fuckbuddy. No remnants of anyone familiar, like a friend or a pet."

"Maybe she chose it that way," Steve mused, rubbing soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs, "or maybe she spends the rest of her day being as fussy as you, feeling bitter that she doesn't have a mate and love like you."

You sighed softly, uncrossing your arms. You rested your hands atop Steve's forearms, caressing his warm skin.

You tilted your head slightly as your placated insecurities slowly retreated, living room to the mentioned fussy streak. That still wasn't entirely gone, strumming inside you with a need to act out.

"So you were checking her scent?" It was a deliberate poke, delivered with a glare.

Steve huffed and closed his eyes for a second. Then he straightened and in one swift move twirled you around.

He pushed you back against the mirror, gripping the back of your neck with one of his large hands.

"If you're sporting for a spanking until you sob all your frustration and insecurities out, I will happily arrange it." His voice remained soft, but dropped to that low octave a breath away from a growl.

"Or maybe we can make you more excited on that stage?" You gulped nervously as Steve's eyes darkened.

His lips trailed along your jaw, teeth just barely grazing your skin.

"You'll be giving your lecture wearing nothing but that pretty dress, while I sit in the first row with your panties in my pocket. Knowing that as soon as you're done with your presentation, I'm going to be fucking you full of my cum..."

Steve nipped your chin in reprimand when your eyes closed, the sting making you open them instantly.

"So that when you do the rounds at the banquet later that beta you're jealous off knows that you've won something she'll never have. A true mate."

Your clamped your hands on Steve's shoulders, gripping the fabric of his too tight t-shirt.

"You can't solve everything with sex, you know," you said breathlessly, clenching your thighs as you felt Steve's free hand slide up the pencil skirt of the dress you were trying on.

"How about we conduct a longitudinal study on that?" Steve chuckled and slapped your thigh.

#steve rogers x reader #alpha!steve rogers #alpha!steve rogrs x omega female reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #alpha steve rogers x omega female reader #a/b/o dynamics #grain of truth #my writing

[itsmealaiah]

Secluded

TW: p in v sex, car sex, unprotected sex, one night stand-ish?, fingering, slight degrading/ dirty talk, AFAB reader, dom! bill, reader being a cumdump

Request: HEYYYYY LUV can we get a Bill Kaulitz smut where he’s an uber driver and reader (fem) is going to a party n stuff happens in the car? bill’s super flirty and touchy thankss xx

Rating: 18+, mdni

WC: 1.6k

As the last rays of the setting sun cast a warm, golden hue across the city, it was the perfect evening for a night out on the town. And that's exactly what you had planned. You had been invited to a party at one of your closest friends' places, and you were beyond excited. The only problem? You didn't have a ride. That's when you decided to take a gamble and use an app to summon an uber driver.

You waited outside, impatiently tapping your foot as you waited for the car to arrive. And then, finally, you saw the familiar logo appear on the horizon, growing larger and larger as it drew closer. The car pulled up, its sleek lines and shiny finish reflecting the streetlights, and out stepped none other than Bill Kaulitz himself.

He was dressed casually but stylishly, with a tight black t-shirt hugging his broad chest and a pair of faded jeans that hung low on his hips. His black hair was gorgeous, and he flashed you a charming smile as he approached. "Hey there, lovely lady," he said with a wink. "You must be y/n. I'm Bill. It's nice to meet you." His voice was smooth and musical, sending shivers down your spine.

You climbed into the backseat of his car, marveling at its cleanliness and the smell of his aftershave. "Thanks for the ride, Bill. I really appreciate it." You smiled, feeling a bit flustered by his good looks and charm.

He flashed you another one of those devastatingly handsome smiles and closed the door behind you. "No problem at all, y/n. It's my pleasure. Just let me know where we're headed, and I'll get us there in style." He started the car and pulled away from the curb, glancing over at you in the rearview mirror.

The ride was surprisingly smooth, and Bill seemed to know all the backroads and shortcuts through the city. You couldn't help but feel a little nervous, though. You were in a car with someone you didn't really know, and he was being so…touchy. Every time he brushed against you or caught your eye in the mirror, your heart would race a little faster.

"So, y/n," he said casually, "what do you do for fun? Any favorite hobbies or interests?" He kept his eyes on the road as he asked, but you could tell he was waiting for your answer with bated breath.

You hesitated for a moment, not quite sure how to respond. He was being so flirty, and you weren't quite sure if he was just being friendly or if he was actually interested in you. "Well," you began, trying to sound confident and cool, "I love going out with friends, dancing, that kind of thing. And I've always been really into art. I paint in my spare time."

Bill nodded, his expression thoughtful. "That's actually really cool. I've always wished I had more time for things like that. My schedule can be pretty crazy sometimes." He glanced over at you again, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But who knows, maybe one day I'll be able to sit down and paint with you."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his compliment and his obvious flirtation. "Well, I'd like that, actually," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "And maybe I could give you some tips or something."

As you continued to talk, he guided the car expertly through the darkened streets of the city, weaving in and out of alleyways and avoiding potholes with ease. Suddenly, he pulled the car into a deserted parking lot, the only light coming from a single, flickering streetlamp in the distance. You felt a mixture of surprise and nervousness wash over you as he turned off the engine and reached over to undo your seatbelt.

"Bill?" you said hesitantly, glancing around the empty lot. "What are we doing?"

He flashed you that devastatingly charming smile and leaned in close, his breath warm against your neck. "Oh, nothing much," he whispered. "I just thought we could have some fun." With a confident hand, he reached up and cupped your face, pulling you closer until your lips were mere inches apart. You could feel the heat emanating from his body, and your heart raced wildly in your chest.

Before you could even process what was happening, he'd undone your jeans and pushed them down your hips, revealing your lace black underwear. You gasped as he roughly tugged them to the side, burying his face in your neck and growling with desire. His hand found its way between your legs, and you moaned as he roughly fingered you through your underwear.

Heat spread through your body like wildfire as Bill's rough touch ignited every nerve ending. His fingers expertly teased and probed, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You arched your back, moaning loudly into the night as you felt yourself begin to lose control. The sound of your own desperation only seemed to fuel his passion, and he growled in approval as he slid a finger inside you. "Get in the back" he growled.

Shaking with need, you scrambled to undo the back of the car. The cold metal pressed against your back as you leaned against it, feeling every inch of his body as he pressed close behind you. His fingers continued to work their magic, and you could feel the tension building within you, threatening to break free at any moment.

With a groan, he lifted you up, pulling your underwear down your legs as he positioned himself at your entrance. You gasped as he thrust forward, filling you completely. The sensation of him inside you was unlike anything you'd ever felt before, and you arched your back, meeting his rhythm with your own.

His hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples as he thrust into you. You felt your orgasm building, growing more intense with each passing second. Bill's breath came hot against your ear as he groaned in pleasure, his hips slamming harder against you. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the air, drowning out everything else around you.

The sensation of being so intimately connected to him was overwhelming, and you could feel your muscles tensing, preparing to release the wave of pleasure that was building inside you. You clung to him, digging your nails into his back as you arched your back, moaning his name.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. The cold metal of the car pressed against your back, adding another layer of sensation as he drove into you. You could feel the head of his cock brushing against something deep inside you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

With a growl, he pushed you down onto the hood of the car, still inside you. The impact sent a jolt through both of you, and he began to move faster, harder. You could feel your orgasm building, building, building, until finally it exploded around you in a wave of heat and pleasure. Your body tensed and spasmed as you came, and he followed you over the edge, groaning into your neck as he emptied himself inside you.

As your senses slowly began to return, you became aware of the cool air brushing against your damp skin, and the soft murmur of the city in the distance. You lay there, still connected to Bill, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest against your back. He was hard again, and after a few moments, he began to move, slowly and methodically, pulling out and thrusting back in.

The pain of his rough movements sent a thrill through you, and you arched your back, meeting his rhythm. He growled in approval, his hands finding your breasts once more, squeezing and pinching them. You could feel your body starting to respond again, the tension building within you.

Bill's hips slammed into you, faster and harder this time, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared his release. You moaned his name, arching your back as the sensation of him filling you built to a fever pitch. With a final, desperate thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his hips snapping forward as he came, his hot seed spilling into you.

You could feel his weight pressing down on you, and for a moment, you thought he might collapse on top of you. But instead, he pulled out, his softening cock slipping free from your body. With a sigh, he leaned forward, kissing your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. "That was fun," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "Maybe we should do it again sometime."

You laughed, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "Maybe," you replied, though you knew there was no maybe about it. You wanted him to touch you again, to feel that connection with him. He leaned back, looking down at you, his eyes filled with desire. "But next time," he continued, "I want to take you somewhere really special."

He helped you to your feet, and you stood there, feeling slightly dazed and disoriented. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and you rested your head against his chest. "Where could be more special than this?" you asked, looking around the dark, empty parking lot.

He smiled, kissing the top of your head. You climbed into the passenger seat, and he pulled the gearshift, beginning the drive to your friend's house once more.

Taglist: @madzandmore @20doozers @benkeibear

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x you #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz fanfic #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader smut #bill kaulitz x you #itsmealaiah

[pansexualhousecat]

this is how I think Morpheus and Hob felt about each other (and themselves a bit) throughout the centuries

Morpheus:

1389 - Wants a plaything and goes to get it. Excited to see a human begging for Death. (Sadistic motherfucker)

1489 - Finds him interesting, likes the love Hob has for human inventions and wants to see how he lives further.

1589 - Disappointed and bored, he expected more from him so he went to find someone more interesting and with more passion than current Hob.

1689 - Scared of losing him but then seeing how Hob still has love and hope for life has him falling in love fast.

1789 - Fully in love and wants to share more of himself with Hob, but they get interrupted. Flirty af. But also was disappointed in what Hob did with the slave trade.

1889 - Is happy and content to see Hob again, wants to hear him talk all day long. Proud of Hob for being a better person, but also understanding of his mistakes. Gets called out being fond of Hob and gets overwhelmed and storms out like a drama queen. He could've evaporated into sand but preferred to go out in the rain because he's so fucking dramatic.

1989 - Wet sad cat imprisoned. Release him. Sad that he was forced to miss meeting Hob especially after their fight.

2021 - He finally gets to meet Hob again after too many years. He's so fucking happy and also so relieved to see that Hob is right there, just waiting for him even after all this time. He smiles easily at him now, happy and completely in love with this foolish human who waited for him and even marked around the old inn to show him where he was. Morpheus is a fucking simp at this point but honestly after all of his romantic life being fucking terrible, he just settles for friendship for now.

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Hob:

1389 - Definitely finds Dream super strange but also hot. Believes him even if not fully.

1489 - You can count him on being scared and horny. The man doesn't know what he got himself into but is very enthusiastic to tell Dream all about his life and what he finds interesting and cool.

1589 - Wants to make Dream proud. He's living like this thanks to Dream so he must do something amazing of his life so that he continues living, right? So why is his stranger looking the other way and leaving him alone even after all the cool things he spoke about himself? He feels angry with himself but there's also some jealousy there that he doesn't understand very well.

1689 - He's fucking miserable at this point. Though is fucking nice to finally see someone who actually talks to him like he's a real person and not a pile of shit on the road. He also missed Dream very much and wondered why he hadn't saved him, but after stopping the want to die he understood that that life was Hob's to live alone and not Dream to interfere. He misses Dream even more when they part ways this time.

1789 - Finally got his life back around and is presentable to see his stranger. I'm 100% sure he finds Dream super hot right now I don't care. Definitely figured out his feelings after the last meeting in 1689 and was super excited to meet Dream again and show his worth. Is annoyed at Dream for trying to interfere in his life because he has never done that before, even when he was at hos worst. He understands after the explanation and feels shame. The fight ensues and he knows, he knows that Dream most probably doesn't need his help but he's going on 50% instinct to protect who he loves and 50% on showing off to Dream lol. Flirty motherfucker. They should've fucked this year istg.

1889 - Hob has reflected on his terrible mistakes and got better, helping instead of harming. His mistakes still haunt him, though, so he still feels shame for the horrible things he did. He's happy that Dream interfered at the time. A bit depressed. Reflected even more about his feelings for Dream and wanted to suggest for them to meet more, to make this more intimate and not like it's a business transaction. He's not stupid either, he knows that Dream at least sees him as a friend at least, he wouldn't care so much about him if he didn't. He tried to explain about it but it went terribly wrong. Hates himself for opening his big mouth but at the same time doesn't regret a thing. He trusts and loves Dream, even if the guy is a total drama queen.

1989 - He knows he said he trusted Dream and all that but he's actually so fucking nervous. What the fuck will he do if Dream doesn't show up? And then Dream actually doesn't show up. He waits all day for him, hoping to see the tall man clad in all black. But to no avail. He gets super stressed after knowing that the inn is going to shut down, so he obviously does the most rational decision... buys a new fucking inn and names it The New Inn so he can hopefully see his stranger again next century! Fucking simp.

2021 - He's a teacher now and every afternoon after his morning classes he goes to The New Inn to wait. Hob's hope never faded, so he couldn't do anything more than just wait for his stranger every day for all these years. He even continued in the same city without leaving, afraid of being discovered again after the witch trials... But he needed to stay there for his stranger. And then he finally came to him. Hob is simply and completely in love with this man, even after being made to wait so many years for him.

#i have more thoughts i guess but im sleepy #also i love them very much #dream learned to love and cherish humanity more because of hob for sure #dreamling #the sandman #dreamling headcanon #dream of the endless #hob gadling #hob x dream #morpheus x hob #queer

[carboardserpent]

Next gen headcanons? 🤔

Like, Jackson, Cruz, Tim, Danny, Chase, and Ryan?

Oh boy, that's a few characters. Alright, strap in then. Probably also gonna throw in Bubba because he's my favourite non-main next gen <3

(Humanised, as always)

(Quick disclaimer for this one, none of these are supposed to reflect on the irl racers that gave their names and voices to them - I'm treating these characters as though they're entirely fictional and not based on/inspired by real people. I make my HCs literally just based on Vibes (and RPs))

Jackson Storm:

6'1 and fit AF. Clearly spends a lot of time in the gym toning his body and muscles. He is male model levels of gorgeous. Physically flawless black man <3

Short black dreadlocks dyed blue at the ends.

Aromantic (female-leaning)bisexual.

Autistic.

Ray knew he was autistic before Jackson even knew himself, and is the reason he even got diagnosed in the first place.

One of his most common complaints is still about the reflections of the sun glinting in his eyes. The loud noise of the track still gets to him occasionally, but he has special earplugs to help him deal with it.

Can usually be seen drinking a can of IGNTR's flagship energy drink before a race. It helps him calm down and focus in. His sponsors love it, for obvious reasons.

Any time he's on camera, he acts calm and cool but internally he's freaking out. If they ask something he doesn't expect, he visibly tenses up and flounders for a second as he tries to figure out what to say, even if it was a simple question.

Doesn't do fan meets or signings unless he absolutely has to. Even then he tries everything he can to get out of them.

His physical attractiveness makes his already poor attitude even worse. Doesn't know how to talk to people, but gets all the praise and attention he could ever want online.

Yes, he posts photos of himself on various social media. He wasn't sure at first, but Ray convinced him to start shortly after his debut race, hoping that it would help reassure him and give him a bit of a confidence boost. Naturally, it went a little TOO well...

He's a gamer through and through. In any downtime he gets, he's still topping the leaderboards on just about every popular racing game you can play online. He also enjoys the occasional game of CoD and will verbally rip anyone to shreds if they try to come at him.

DUBSTEP. He loves it. If his skull isn't rattling from absolutely filthy, grimy bass, he's not interested.

So, of course, he has to have an incredible sound system that's probably worth more than the average person's car.

He doesn't watch anime. (Stop asking him if he does) Most of his entertainment comes from Twitch streams.

He streams himself playing Super Corsa 4 any chance he gets. Which isn't often with the packed NASCAR schedule, but he tries his best. His user is UrStormChasing

Still doesn't get along with Tim after their rivalry in training and isn't very good at pretending he does either. Their crew chiefs have to make deliberate efforts to stop them from running into each other before they get into their cars.

Cruz Ramirez:

5'5 with an athletic build. She is a Latina woman with visible abs and she deserves them gdi.

Side-parted brown hair a little shorter than jaw length, perpetually kinda wild looking.

Chaotic lesbian hours!

ADHD

Literally cannot sleep at night without a big, milky mug of coffee.

It's not normal to wake up and go for a run before even having breakfast?

She's teaching Lightning to use social media more regularly (for better or for worse). His homework is to send her a funny meme or video that he found that week.

The result of this can sometimes be catastrophic. She'll never be able to unhear him uncertainly attempting to use outdated slang.

Almost every race, there's someone complaining about how she doesn't weigh enough and it's unfair to the rest of them. So she forces them to watch as race officials put extra weights in her car.

Has cussed Danny out in Spanish across Pit Road and will do it again if he carries on-

Is probably the only person on Team Dinoco that is actually nice to Cal and doesn't try to tease him. They get along well.

Tim Treadless:

6'0 with a broad frame and light muscle tone.

Tanned skin and tousled brown hair.

Straight ally.

Just call him Mr. Charismatic, everyone loves him.

Everyone except Jackson, that is. Jackson is the only person who brings out his anger to the point of wanting to throw hands.

Has a wife and a baby, bc of course he does.

One of those guys some people hate for being irritatingly perfect. Usually people that don't actually know him.

Has type 1 diabetes and a bad nut allergy.

Was pulled out of a race at the last minute when he went into anaphylactic shock - the entire race was almost stopped when people started to whisper that it was foul play. The race went on, but the only reason for Treadless' absence was that he had to be pulled for "unforseen medical issues".

Some of the other racers still blame Jackson, who actually had nothing to do with it.

Danny Swervez:

5'10 and fairly slender. Not a lot of bulk to him.

Tanned skin (he's Latino) and short black hair.

Cishet male.

This man is FULL of himself. What an attitude.

Genuinely a good racer, but not many people like him.

He's not a good guy. He's given Cruz some trouble for being a woman, though after she embarrassed him by publicly cussing him out in Spanish, he's learned to keep his unpopular opinions on her to himself.

Isn't exactly what we would call "faithful".

But hey, at least he doesn't cheat on the track (smh)

Has just as little respect for the older racers as Jackson, but is less vocal about it.

Is very bitter about Jackson and Tim being more popular than him, yet still does nothing to change himself for the better.

Has at least attempted to physically fight with other drivers that messed with him on the track several times.

Chase Racelott:

5'9 with a build somewhere between Danny and Tim.

Pale skin and dirty-blonde hair.

Straight ally.

Generally a pretty likeable guy. Not as well-loved as Tim, but he has a good amount of pretty dedicated fans.

Makes jokes about being single/available.

Has pretty average performance on the track, not great, but not poor.

Fairly high energy, he gets along well with Cruz.

Probably one of the best with kids. Has a lot of younger fans because of how he interacts with them during meets and signings.

One of the few who will try not to leave until he's spoken to every fan who wanted to meet him, no matter how long it takes.

Often seen hanging around with Ryan - the two of them cause some pretty good natured trouble together, often involving pranks on the other racers.

Ryan "Inside" Laney:

5'11 with a broad build similar to Tim.

Mixed race (¾ Caucasian, ¼ African American), with short black hair.

Closeted bisexual.

Friendly, but not really a standout character as far as the fans are concerned.

Kind of cocky, but in a cool way.

Has a girlfriend who travels with him.

Agent of chaos when he spends too much time with Chase. Don't turn your back on him.

Bubba Wheelhouse

Absolutely massive 6'2 gentle giant

Another gorgeous black man (fight me), his skin tone isn't quite as dark as Jackson's

Closeted homosexual

Has a fake relationship with a lesbian woman who's actually just his best friend (the racing world is scary and the US South probably wouldn't love an openly gay driver)

Kids ADORE him. Him and Chase are the drivers with the most kid fans.

Throws a football around with fans over the catch fence during rain delays (this one is based on the real Bubba Wallace bc its wholesome af)

Gets asked all the weird gay questions by everyone in the friend group. (Ex. "Is it gay if...?" "What is X actually like?")

Legit just trying to mind his own business, he doesn't want any part of drama or rivalries.

Occasionally finds himself roped into girl talk if the guys have their S/Os around. They're very excited to include him. He's too polite to decline.

#i totally didnt forget i had this sitting in my drafts for EVER #im so sorry it took so long to post #i just needed to post this after so long ong i can only apologise #cars headcanons #pixar cars headcanons #jackson storm #cruz ramirez #tim treadless #danny swervez #chase racelott #ryan inside laney #bubba wheelhouse #pixar cars #cars fandom #cars pixar #disney cars #cars 3

[lesbianambulon]

Hey girlie pop I'm back with another super cool Magnus ask. How do you think this man would react to snow or the winter?

Note: bro I am from like the carribean I have limited experience with snow but I'll try my best.

• Winter. He’s somewhere in the middle. Doesn’t hate it, doesn’t particularly love it. 

• He admits snow can be quite pleasing to look at, but dislikes the hazards it imposes.

• He doesn’t mind the cold, such a big frame like his, he tends to conserve heat well, but doesn’t take any chances with being in subzero temperatures for too long. He knows what happened to Optimus and Arcee.

• Appreciates the Aurora Borealis. The first time he saw it, he was mesmerized. It reminded him of some of the colorful nebulas he’d seen in deep space during his interstellar travels. 

• Hates deep snow or snow drifts. He was on a mission once with the other bots when he walked right into one and fell helm-first into it, misgauging the depth. It was embarrassing and Wheeljack wouldn’t stop laughing. He was irritated the rest of the mission.

• Has personal beef with ice. Like actually hates it. Since he's huge, he slips easily and breaks through the ice layers on frozen lakes. He skids on iced out roads. If he could, he'd have ice arrested and banned. Black ice? Illegal. Diabolical. Evil.

• Gets snow chains for his tires. Bro isn't messing around anymore.

• He has a tendency to only repair and touch up his frame when absolutely necessary. He’s not the greatest at self-maintenance, as he rather have those resources given to another bot more in need than him. He’s particularly bad at oiling up his joints often. The bitter cold makes his joints stiffen and hurt with the friction. Ratchet has to scold him to take better care of himself (hypocrite lmao). 

• Understands why humans consider winter a time of reflection, as the barrenness of it all makes one look inwards. This notion makes him sort of uncomfortable. He tends to get lost in thought while among a snowy landscape. He rather not dwell on his thoughts.

• Dislikes greatly how things can easily fall into chaos from the cold. Hypothermia, blackouts, roof damage, vehicle accidents, fires, exploding pipes. Thinks humans could be better at preparation.

• Started keeping space heaters in the base. Modified his ship to now have antifreeze. Hates flying in snowstorms. Visiblity is awful, the wind rattles his ship, ice coats the windows. By Primus, he rather fucking die.

• Gets a bit annoyed when the roads are covered with snow and he has to wait for human crews to remove it. If he's alone, he just transforms and walks around it, but if there's humans nearby, he's stuck behind a snowplow. May consider blasting the snow to melt it.

• Definitely is writing new chapter in the Autobot Code about weather hazards on Earth at this point. What's going on on this planet.

• Wonders HOW humans, that need heat, have survived in the most frigid of places on Earth. Is kind of impressed at their ability to adapt to harsh cold environments.

• Bro glistens when the snow hits him and melts on his frame. He looks so pretty and doesn’t even realize it smh.

Short fic underneath the cut because I was ✨ inspired ✨

He was out on a routine patrol early one morning. The streets of Jasper were mostly deserted, and it was more apparent than usual that the few remaining folks out and about wanted to get inside as quickly as possible. He didn’t understand why. The sky above was ashen gray. The clouds churned alongside the frigid air that blasted the landscape that came with the approaching cold front. He forged ahead, noting it as peculiar but not threatening. 

As he came to a stop at a red light near a residential area, he noticed two humans walking briskly. One was a woman and the other was a child. The woman held the girls’ hand firmly as they walked with haste towards an unknown destination. The girl shivered slightly, purple scarf raised to cover her mouth and nose. The mother’s face bore an expression of subtle concern, eyebrows furrowed. They crossed the street in front of him. The mother spoke to the girl as they traversed the crosswalk. “Come on, the storm will start any second now.” she said and muttered something else in a language he did not recognize. Something about their demeanor struck the commander as unusual, and he didn’t notice his light had turned green for a few seconds. He proceeded onwards, senses now heightened, unaware of what was happening but sensing a shift in the environment around him. He’s been through enough in his experience to recognize when something is even slightly off. 

He decided to pull over into a parking lot of a commercial building complex, which was empty minus a few cargo trucks here and there. He blended right in. Nearby was a short walking path lined with various trees. The already sparsely populated town seemed emptier than usual. To him, it seemed that whatever was brewing on the horizon was driving people to seek shelter indoors. A sudden icy gust of wind made his frame rattle for a second. The temperature was dropping faster than he anticipated. The sky continued to darken, blocking out the sun’s rays and covering the town in a washed-out darkness. It was quiet, minus the occasional sounds of the wind rustling the trees. He had grown accustomed to being in dynamic environments where a myriad of sounds emanated constantly, so this rare silence was almost…unnerving. 

He began to feel something hit his armor plating. It felt…wet, and cold. He noticed white particles falling around him slowly. He had experienced liquid rain on this planet, but this was new. These particles fell slower than rain did, and they almost drifted downwards instead of the violent pelting that accompanied rain. These particles also seemed to pile up and cover whatever surface they landed on. He adjusted his side mirrors to get a better look at the substance. It was beginning to cover his vehicle mode’s exterior. He concluded it had to be water-based, or something similar. He remained there for a few more minutes, observing, before pulling out of the parking lot. He set course back to the Autobot base. For once, he activated his radio, searching the airwaves for possible information. After flicking through a few channels, he came upon one that piqued his interest. A man’s voice spoke over the speakers.

“...The National Weather Service has declared a winter storm warning in effect for the following counties: Clark, Lincoln, Nye, White Pine from 8 AM to 12 PM Pacific Standard Time. 9 to 10 inches of snow are predicted…folks if you’re listening…avoid driving on roads if possible. If you have to travel, drive slow and be wary of iced roads. Temperatures will drop below zero. Remain indoors and prepare for possible power outages. Stay tuned to WZ2519 for further updates. Stay safe.”

The commander tuned back out once the message ended and it returned to the show that was previously airing. A sense of unease briefly sparked in him for a second, then extinguished. Since this was a situation he had no knowledge about, he couldn’t help but run through the scenarios in his mind of all  the things that could go wrong.

He pulled into an empty field near some large rocks, and transformed to his robot mode. He gazed upon the landscape before him. The fervid scarlet and orange of the desert rock contrasted with the stark white of the fresh snow, now beginning to accumulate on the ground. Cacti and sagebrush were sprinkled with the powder. He couldn’t help but somewhat admire the barrage of colors in his view, something about it had an almost ethereal quality. He discovered something unique with each passing day he spent upon this unfamiliar world. He appreciated the novel stimuli of something new that wasn’t trying to actively kill him. He held out a servo, feeling the snow fall graciously into his palm. He noticed the way it would dissipate upon making contact with his frame. He stood there wordlessly for a few minutes, taking in the sounds of the howling wind and the snow hitting the ground. 

The snow was coming down harder around him now, visibility now diminishing. He transformed back into his vehicle mode and drove in the direction of the base. He recalled the human’s words over the radio, and decelerated his speed to avoid causing a collision. For a second, he felt himself skid side to side on the ice as he hit the brakes. He corrected himself, noting this new hazard.

He didn’t have time to ponder any longer about the strange weather phenomenon he had experienced, as Optimus had contacted him via his comm to inquire about his availability for a new mission. The snow would have to wait.

#ultra magnus #ask #tfp #fic #headcanons #uhhhhhh #writing #transformers #transformers prime #tfp ultra magnus #it's the way i did research to write this #long post

[artzychic27]

Would that mean they took the school field trip to Gotham instead of New York and if so how would Zoé first meet them exactly? Would they save them from a super villain when one of them could transform or accidentally bump into them during a mission because if that the case that second one would be hilarious?!

Mme. Bustier: Students, welcome to Gotham.

*Cue clown-mask wearing guys driving crazily down the road with dollar bills flying on the breeze as gunshots are fired*

Akuma Class: …

Science Kids: …

Jean: Well, I like it here.

The first few days start off fine with the students hanging out at shops, avoiding villains, eating at cool restaurants, avoiding villains, and going to the parks

But one evening, while at the hotel, the Riddler and his men break in and hold the students hostage unless they can solve his riddles (Y’know, like most Maribat fics)

Lila (Remember, this is her canon self) urges them not to say anything until she can call Batman, to which the Science Kids roll their eyes and start answering each riddle correctly while also subtly coming up with a plan to neutralize The Riddler

Jean whispers spells which cause reflective surfaces in the room to move slightly, and Marc, with his hood over his head, uses his eye beams on Reshma’s compact mirror, which bounce all across the room until they nail The Riddler in the back, knocking him out

Right at that moment, Batman and a blonde Robin arrive on the scene, and Lila takes the credit for using a “special taser” to incapacitate The Riddler

Yeah, they ain’t buying it

Anyway, they knock out The Riddler’s henchmen, avoid the press, and head off onto the night, not even bothering to keep Lila from blabbing and getting herself killed because of her “connections”

Cosette: I’ll just say what we’re all thinking… Robin was kind of hot.

Reshma: But they wore a mask.

Cosette: Hush… They were hot.

Meanwhile in the Bat Cave, Robin is going over the securty footage from the hotel when they notice something odd about the way The Riddler was taken out

They also can’t help but notice how familiar some of the Science Kids look

Batman: Huh. Does that kid with the braids remind you of Virgil Hawkins?

Robin: Other than the outdated slang? Yes. Also, that one with the red hoodie has the same color eye beams as Starfire. And tell me that brunette doesn’t have Zatanna’s eyes.

Batman: … Well, I know some people who have some explaining to do.

One night while the Akuma Class is asleep, the Science Kids decide to go out and blow off a little steam due to Lila’s non-stop talking about knowing the Bat-family and the Justice League

The city’s overrun with all sort of criminals, so who’s going to notice some superpowered teenagers?

Here’s an answer, Batman and Blonde Robin who have been keeping close tabs on them since the hostage

Ismael: *Nervous laughter* You must be wondering how I’m flying, why her skin is suddenly magenta, and how he broke the sound barrier just by running. Funny story-

Batman: You’re all coming with us.

Science Kids: Yes, sir.

After being served tea by Alfred, Batman questions them about their parentage

Lacey: That’s it? Okay, my godfather is Beast Boy since he transferred some of his blood to me after an accident, Aurore’s bio dad is Aquaman, Marc’s mom is Starfire, Denise’s… I guess, creator is Wonder Woman, Simon’s godfather is The Flash. Same deal as me. Ismael’s dad is Superman, Reshma’s mom is Poison Ivy, Cosette’s dad is Static Shock, Jean’s mom is Zatanna, and Mireille’s mom is Black Canary. This tea is amazing, by the way.

Aurore: So, is that all? Was dragging us to your brooding lair really necessary? What happens now?

Robin: I told him it was excessive.

Batman: Look, you kids can’t go out using your powers out in the open. You’re in Gotham; one of your parents enemies could make the connection.

Marc: Most of my mother’s enemies are either back in Jump City or on Tamaran.

Cosette: Ebon and Heatstroke are way out in Dakota, so I’m good.

Robin: … You single?

Cosette: What?

Robin: Nothing!

When they head back to the hotel, they discover that Robin somehow got all of their numbers and set up a group chat between the eleve of them, because they need to be around decent people their age and not those snobs at Gotham Academy

Well, they don’t mind. Now Robin can keep them up to date on any villain attacks so they can avoid it… Or help out from the shadows. Who’s gonna stop them?

When news gets out about hooded vigilantes with superpowers assisting Batman and Robin, Lila uses it to her advantage and says that Jean of all people is her boyfriend

Jean: *Loudly laughing* Oh, God! Oh, God! Please, stop it!

Lila: *Tearing up* What’s so funny? What my boyfriend and I have is beautiful!

Jean: *Rolling on the floor and crying while laughing* Stop! I’m gonna fucking bust a gut if you don’t stop!

Don’t worry, those who believe Lila aren’t complete and total assholes like in MariBat stories, so no one gets left behind on purpose when a villain tries to kill everyone in the room or steal a room key so someone has to spend their vacation in the dangerous part of Gotham… (That has happened in fics)

They just glare or tell them to knock it off because they know better than to make a scene in Gotham of all places. When they’re not doing that, they’re trying to keep Lila from telling so many people about her connections to the Bat Family

When taking a tour of a museum, it couldn’t be on a worse day when Scarecrow decides to show his face and spread his toxin throughout the building

Jean uses his magic to manipulate the air around him and the others so the toxins can’t get to them, Marc and Ismael zap any security cameras so no one sees them using their powers, and they go to kick Scarecrow’s ass while the rest are under the effects of his toxin

He didn’t exactly account for ten superhuman teenagers and became bound by a mint green cobra, punched into next week by a short guy in a cardigan, had his eardrums destroyed, and electrocuted

Batman/Robin: *Barge in wearing gas masks and crying the antidote for the Fear Toxin* What the-?

Science Kids: *Playing cards on Scarecrow’s limp body*

Aurore: And just what took you two so long?

Robin: I quit. I wanna join their team.

Batman: Not in the middle of the semester.

Just one more week until they head back to Paris. And as a special treat, the sponsor for the contest Marinette won and Lila claimed she won has surprised them all tickets to the Wayne Gala, because that’s also a thing in these fics

The Science Kids spend the day finding some fancy outfits, doing each others hair and makeup, and trying so hard to ignore Lila until she tries to get her classmates to buy her an expensive dress becuase she “left her wallet at home”

Cue Simon grabbing her wallet without anyone noticing

Simon: Here, Lila. I found this on the floor at the hotel. You should be more careful. Well, at least now Rose can buy that gorgeous dress.

Then Cosette prevents Lila from messing up Marinette’s hair dryer at the salon

Aurore keeps Nathaniel dry when Lila tries to push him in a puddle for some petty reason by diverting the water

And just to be petty, Reshma throws a few pollen bombs at Lila

Anyway, it’s the evening of the Wayne Gala, and everyone is looking gorgeous. It’s all going well, Marc musters up the courage to ask Nathaniel for a dance, Alya’s talking with Lois Lane, Robin managed to snag a dance with Cosette, no high-ranking people are buying any of Lila’s lies… Then The Joker makes an appearance

The Akuma Class start wondering if they’re cursed to just be followed by super villains no matter where they go

Since they can’t exactly sneak off without one of The Joker’s henchmen noticing, the Science Kids have no choice but to use their powers in public. And they expose Lila’s lies a bit, so that’s a bonus

Jean: Hey! Girlfriend of mine, there’s something I should tell you… *Seizes Jon Kent by the waist, dips, and kisses him for ten second* It’s not me, it’s you. Or, rather, it was never you, because I’m not dating you. *Rejoins the fight*

Jon: … Damn.

Ismael: Dude! That’s my brother!

Then, at the last second, when a bullet is about to pierce Marc, it suddenly stops in mid-air, surrounded by a black aura

The Joker’s henchmen are rounded up and bound by an unseen force while the Joker is forced into a portal leading to Arkham Asylum

Everyone’s just wondering who did that until Nino points out Nathaniel floating and surrounded by a black aura

Alix: NATH?!

Jean: I knew there was something up with him.

Kim: He’s magic?!

The fight ends with the Akuma Class crowding around Nathaniel and trying to get answers out of him until he freezes time so he can talk to the Science Kids, Batman, and Robin

Nathaniel: I always had a feeling I wasn’t the only superhuman at school.

Batman: That magic of yours. Are you-

Nathaniel: Son of Trigon, devourer of a thousand souls, conqueror of a million universes. Nice to meet you; can I have your autograph?

Denise: Uh, real quick. What about your classmates? We can’t exactly have them all knowing about us.

Nathaniel: Don’t worry. By the time I unfreeze time, they won’t remember anything within the last hour.

And they didn’t.

Long story short- Lila gets exposed, Cosette and Robin have been texting outside the group chat, Batman relented and took a selfie with the Science Kids, and that’s about it

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #science kids #mlb ocs #mlb au #maribat #answered ask #ask me stuff #Gotham #Batman #dc comics #dc kids

[miredinmiddleearth]

Rings of Power, Ep. 8 Review - A rant fit for a finale

 Ready for my final rant? I shan’t hold back. The show sure didn’t! Here are my thoughts on episode eight:

1. Starting with a bang. Gandalf is Sauron red herring. Believed it for exactly...no seconds.

2. Slow-mo hits a little different when Halbrand’s limp body is slow-mo bouncing on a horse.

3. Pretty sure the three elven rings were made last? And positive they were made in SECRET. AFTER they suspected Sauron was messing with the rings already. And I KNOW the three elven rings were untouched by Sauron. But oh look. Sauron’s going around touching stuff. Literally picks up the mithril that will make the rings.

4. See, Halbrand’s line about giving “a gift” is okay subtlety! One of Sauron’s names meant “giver of gifts.” Plant the seeds slowly. Show him working his way gradually into becoming friends with the elves, then maybe trusted to play around in the forge, then helping make rings for the dwarves, then suspected, then -

No? We’re going to skip all that and immediately suspect him? Awesome.

5. And of COURSE Nancy Galadriel Drew has to be the one to crack the case. She has no reason to suspect Halbrand! He says one thing that Adar says, and he’s immediately a villain to her. Girl, remind me never to be your ally. You are more fickle than a squirrel trying to cross the road.

6. Oh good lord. We have time to shoe-horn Elendil’s daughter into all this?

7. Aaaaaaaaaaand now Sauron’s helping with the actual forging of the three elven rings. So much for unsullied by Sauron’s hand!

8. Elrond talking about how quickly they’re making the rings: “Three weeks for a labor that could take three centuries.” 

I don’t know if they’re making fun of us with this, but yes, all this SHOULD take three centuries. Three weeks? We’re seriously going to do the forging of the rings in PART of ONE EPISODE?!

9. HUZZAH! HARFOOT DEATH!

10. The three witchy ladies talk about Gandalf by saying “He is the other. The Istar.” THE other? As if it’s just Sauron v. Gandalf. And *gasp* This guy is Gandalf?! Who would have guessed?!

11. Because Gandalf spoke to that moth in the movies, he’s mothman now?

12. They’re really going to end the season with the lie that Isildur is dead?

13. The Sauron reveal. Okay, buckle up.

So Galadriel gets suspicious and SUPER mad at Halbrand when she discovers he’s not king of the Southlands. Problem is, SHE is the one who insisted that that was his identity! SHE was the one who told all of the Numenoreans that he was king! SHE was the one who poked and prodded him to take up that title! This reveal has no weight for many reasons, one of them being it is a lie GALADRIEL CREATED AND PERPETUATED. 

Then we get the reveal, and man oh man. One vague accusation, and they have Sauron go completely mask-off and smile like an over-the-top villain. All he’s missing is a mustache. Where is the master manipulator?! He could EASILY twist her suspicions. 

Then Sauron proceeds to point out fact after fact after fact. Ultimately, Galadriel is the reason Sauron is a villain again. Kill me. Gone is Galadriel the hero. In her place is now a woman with a guilty conscience trying to clean up the massive mess she made.

THEN, the temptation scene. Some cool visuals of the reflections in the water, but why does Galadriel’s temptation have to be tied to her romantic attractions. She can’t be tempted by power for its own sake? She has to be lured in by a sexy face and a soft lilt to the voice? Which, fine...if we didn’t already know her as someone who consistently throughout Tolkien is drawn to the idea of power without the need for all that. 

I’m so over these showrunners who constantly bragged about their strong female characters. You have single-handedly stripped this goddess of a character to be a sniveling, obnoxious, self-righteous piece of cardboard who has every single step of her journey defined by the men that surround her. Now, as the final insult, you make her quest to save Middle-Earth tied to her sexuality and a made-up guilt rooted in creating the very monster that will nearly destroy everything in the world. I. HATE. THIS. SHOW!!!!!

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE. Sauron’s final threat is to remind Galadriel that he lives because of her. She replies, “And you will die because of me.” This is her promise. SHE will be responsible for Sauron’s defeat. Not only have you diminished Galadriel, you are now diminishing the ring-bearers who actually bring about Sauron’s demise. THEY’RE LESSENING THE HEROISM OF FRODO AND SAM!!!!!! You come for Sam and Frodo, YOU DIE!!!!!!!!!!!

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Let’s get back to the stupid elven rings thing.

14. Elrond says the rings must be untouched by hands other than elves’. Look at that. Even the show insists the three rings shouldn’t be touched by Sauron. The show that just showed him touching them five minutes ago. 

15. The Harfoot goodbye takes FOREVER. 

16. “Always follow your nose.” Good. Freaking. Grief. See, in another show, I might have been delighted with this line. I might have smiled with glee and cried, “Gandalf!” But no. That which is beautiful is soured by the foul fingers of these greedy, talentless showrunners.

17. I’m so confused by the picking and choosing. So in some ways they try to match the Jackson aesthetic (Balrog, basic elven and hobbit design, Sauron armor, etc.). Then they go and totally ignore it in others, specifically the design of the three rings. 

18. I still can’t believe they showed their hand. Their two big mysteries: Sauron and Gandalf, and they revealed both in a single episode and in the first season. AND they forged the three rings.

19. P.S. I hate the credits song.

20. Random things of note: Lol, no balrog. No Theo and fam, thank goodness. No Isildur? 

I hate it all, but at last, it. is. DONE.

#rings of power #anti rings of power #lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien #jrr tolkien #the one ring #the ring speaks #rings of power review #rant review #rings of power rant

[f0xgl0v3]

The Octavian and Michael Quest; Story Snippet

Hahaha I’ve done it. I’m finally going mad, anyways after staring longingly at the Converse wedge high tops vowing to one day add them to my collection (and for some reason way more publicity on the post) I’ve decided that I’m making a like teaser for the Octavian-Michael fanfic I talked about all those weeks ago. Also I’m really bored this mid-winter break and I’m a mediocre narrative writer soo uh

Also if my google docs yell at me one more time because apparently the way I spell something is the British English way I’m going to scream. I’m sorry but it’s travelled. Anyways, I’d like to say again in no way am I an author nor do I think I write stories particularly well. There’s probably a reason why most of my big posts are formatted the way they are,

Also sorry no Michael in the sneak peak/ first bit I wrote, this is just the like. Set up? It’s mean to be short and sweet, enjoy! (also this isn’t proofread I’m so sorry),

I should’ve just chosen to use dice or birds primarily, Octavian thought as he pulled his dagger through another stuffed animal. It stung a bit, partially from the repeated weight of taking the golden blade through fabrics and partially because he had to. The dove between his hands looked pleading with its plastic eyes, the same sound of threads ripping apart while stuffing piled out. It caught in his ears again, the ringing that came before the voices. The same feeling of hair standing on end that Jason described when lightning was about to strike, and that’s when it began,

“Great strife shall befall the legion,” He had heard this voice before, the mixed harmony of several Gods murmuring before one truly broke through. It took awhile to get used to, his ears still rang after most of the Auguries, and Octavian could barely hear his own voice murmur in reply,

“What’s going on?” it felt odd to ask, Octavian’s own voice sounding desperate and panicked, though usually his tone reflected those of the Gods. The world around grew blurry while the harmony thinned out to one single melodious voice, humming in his ears, Venus, something in his mind decided,

“[the super duper cool prophecy that will be there at some point I pinky Promise]”

The world spun some more, and once Octavian’s vision settled the stuffed dove and his dagger had been dropped to the altar, his brows furrowed and breath a bit frantic while he tried to make some sense of what was just delivered to him. A prophecy. An actual prophecy. Octavian tenderly picked up the stuffed dove and dagger again, first giving the poor thing an apology and sewing it back up, gently holding it while he exited the Augurculanum. The blinding rays of the sun beat down on his eyes while Octavian made the run to the Principa from ground zero. His hand tightened around the dove, which was decidedly now named Beatrice. His boots crunched against the gravel roads that wound between most of the buildings. He opted not to walk on the main Via Principa; there would;ve been too many legionnaires walking back from the fields of Mars anyway.

Finally reaching the Principa was always a relief. It was great having most of the buildings Octavian had to go to in the Porta Praetoria; It meant everything was in arms reach. But also subsequently meant that heading to the Principa took longer and always felt more daunting (not to mention the Principa itself always felt impossibly big). Octavian rushed up the few steps and into the door, walking through the big halls and passing several doors and legionnaires before finally slipping into the main office. His eyes travelled to the Praetors; who snapped up once they realized he was there. Marcus spoke up first, already concerned,

“What happend?”

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That’s it! Uh, I didn’t want to type up a giant thing so there’s the short and sweet version. It’s also a draft partially? It’s my first time writing this little section. I also tried to keep it from being like.. super ahdiajfbsj like how I usually write things. Also the actual one will probably be first person because that means I can do my super fun parenthesis bits in character and that makes me happy.

Anyway goodnight internet.

#hehe :3 #idk how to tag this #pjo hoo toa #camp jupiter #hoo #hoo octavian #pjo octavian #octavian hoo #octavian pjo #hoo fanfic #a short story snippet! #a teaser if you will #honestly I didn’t proofread either so uhh #okay bye

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Season 2 Chapter 54 Translation (Lucien's Route - Part 3 [Exploration of the unknown])

⚠️  SPOILER ALERT  ⚠️

This post contains a VERY HEAVY SPOILER for the chapter that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

"When preparing a gift, I find myself eagerly anticipating your reaction while selecting it."

"If I haven't seen you for a few days, I catch myself sighing while propping up my chin, trying to guess what you might be doing."

"Are you busy with work? Have you been eating well? Could it be that, just like how I think of you, you think of me too?"

Translation under the cut!

Previous part-> [Here]

The light and shadow around us flow gracefully.

Countless stars quietly reflect in Lucien's eyes as he looks at me.

I curve my lips, and my fingertips hook onto the red string wrapped around his wrist.

MC: But if the world ascends in dimensions, our life trajectories would be laid bare for each other to see…

MC: That seems to imply that in the future, I won't be able to prepare surprises for you anymore.

Hearing this, Lucien is momentarily surprised, a hint of astonishment flickering in his eyes.

Lucien: ...You're actually concerned about these things?

MC: What's wrong with that? These are clearly important~

I speak while lifting my head, once again looking at the trajectory simulated by the points of light.

MC: When preparing a gift, I find myself eagerly anticipating your reaction while selecting it.

MC: If I haven't seen you for a few days, I catch myself sighing while propping up my chin, trying to guess what you might be doing.

MC: Are you busy with work? Have you been eating well? Could it be that, just like how I think of you, you think of me too?

Lucien's gaze follows my movements and falls onto the entwined red string; in his eyes, there's a subtle and almost imperceptible tenderness.

Lucien: (softly) So during the time we didn't meet each other, you've been harboring so many thoughts about me.

MC: Not only that, but many emotions also arise because of you.

I say, my voice lifting with a cheerful tone.

MC: Longing, anticipation... Professor Lucien must feel the same way, right?

Lucien: (smiles helplessly) …..

Lucien smiles gently without saying a word. The surrounding world, however, suddenly begins to flow, slowly melting away like ice and snow.

The boundless darkness recedes, revealing the solid ground of the asphalt road. Dim morning light accompanies a cool breeze, gently lifting our hair strands.

The rustling sound of branches and leaves fills my ears. I take a deep breath, only then realizing that the world outside the dream has welcomed the dawn.

Lucien brushes away a fallen leaf that landed on me, his gaze deep and profound.

Lucien: This unknown new world is unfolding because of you.

Lucien: I look forward to the future we will journey together.

-

[Chapter 54-11]

After our last parting, I accelerated the collection of contributions related to the rifts, occasionally rushing to the scene to assess the situation.

Soon, I noticed that besides the prolonged duration, the number of rifts was quietly increasing. Everything was developing in the direction Lucien mentioned, towards ascension.

Although I aimed to prove to Lucien that the world has a new evolutionary direction, it seems like I'm digging a hole for myself.

How can I accomplish something that even scientists with super brains can't do!

I sigh in the back seat of the taxi, then take out my memo pad filled with fragmented clues.

Now, in addition to the previous entries like "world expansion," "time," "solidification," "buffering,"... I add terms such as "rifts," "evolution," and "ascension."

MC: Is there anything else I missed? The door? CORE? Gears?

Driver: Miss, we've arrived.

The voice of the taxi driver from the front seat interrupts my thoughts. I snap back to reality, realizing the car has stopped next to the street center park mentioned in the submissions.

Absent-mindedly, I get out of the car, contemplating whether to visit the BS building.

After all, behind that door is the closest place to the depths of the world.

Suddenly, in my peripheral vision, I see a mass of black mist. I instinctively look up, and my heart skips a beat.

A jagged rift stretches across the sky, surrounded by dark mist, slowly spreading towards the nearby bricks and stones.

This rift has already started affecting reality...! I force myself to steady my emotions and contemplate what to do.

[Activate CORE to close the rift]

[Contact Lucien]

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[maiji]

Asking on behalf of Sydney: What does she fear about the road ahead of her and what she might experience returning to her old life? Two numbers: 3 and 15!

Oh!! What an honour to get to do a reading for Sydney!

Sydney is one of the protagonists from the awesome webcomic Sombulus, and her journey in it has been a tremendous one of hard-earned growth! As you probably guessed, I shuffled the deck and counted using the two numbers provided to pick the cards. Knowing the trajectory of Sydney's story to date, the resulting combination gave me a good chuckle.

#3 turned up The Man, and #15 was The House.

The Man is a special card in Lenormand. Like its counterpart The Woman, it always represents the most important person of that gender to the question being asked. This is either the querent themselves, or someone who has a big role in the situation. The House is a card often associated with things you think of when you think of "home" - like stability, comfort, and people you consider family.

In this basic spread, what we're looking for is a relationship between the two cards. My immediate thought was Sydney's relationship with Astyr. I am trying not to spoil Sombulus!! but Sydney meeting Astyr kickstarted a whole bunch of things that really shook her worldview, and their relationship evolved a great deal over the course of the series. They've just come to/passed a major juncture. They're both going separate ways big time but at the same time are probably closer than they've ever been… Fears for the road ahead - I'm sure Sydney's worried about Astyr a great deal in so many ways. What might Sydney experience returning to her old life - well, the changes to her outlook as a result of her meeting Astyr have definitely made it a challenge to just slide back into the world she used to fit in. I imagine it's hard to look at anything the same way anymore, to take anything for granted, not with what she knows and what she can do now.

This is a tool for reflection, so that's just one relatively high level interpretation. We can find patterns and make connections in a lot of ways. Also Delphina Probably Knows Things!!! that a mere mortal fan like myself cannot even begin to speculate! If we assume the Man doesn't represent Astyr, who else might we imagine it to be…? If the House is not specifying "family", what other things associated with home might it conjure up…? Real estate? Domestic matters? You can also read it more literally if you want. Maybe what lies in store in the future is that Astyr is gonna find a roomba and help Sydney clean house!! (Maybe "clean house" is more figurative than literal. I have confidence Super Cool Butt-Kicking Times lie in their future.)

I hope that offered some interesting thoughts, or at the very least amusement!

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Thanks for requesting a limited time free reading to celebrate the new edition of the Fortune Lenormand oracle/art deck!

Want to dive deeper?

Fortune Lenormand oracle/art deck - there's a free downloadable overview of card meanings!

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(Note: these readings are being done with my old card deck from the original printing. There's not much difference with the new edition available in the link above - the biggest one is that the new edition has a custom box ooh ahh!)

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[blogparanormal]

Paranormal (Data Dump) 1

I have seen multiple strange things in the sky that do not belong. I have one super incredible UFO event that is burnt into my mind to share with you. First before I get you all wondering what happened and making you need to find out what happened, I want to go back to the “Falling Star Phenomena” again.

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I have seen the “Falling Star Phenomena” a few times in New Hampshire. I was usually outside in the back yard or walking on the road when I saw these phenomena on theses different occasions. I remember a significant time when I had seen this. I remember I was young and in middle school. I had a telescope. I was using my telescope to look at the stars and moon on the back porch. I remember it was a chilly night because the metal of the telescope was cold to the touch. After about an hour, my dad told me to bring the telescope in because it was too late. So I did. When I put the telescope back in the bag I was ready to go back inside the house. Then a bright light behind me grabbed my attention. There I saw, just like in the Dominican Republic, a bright light pulsing. The object spun in a clockwise rotation heading down vertically as it continued to spin. Then the light went out. I stood in amazement. Then my dad called me back in the house. I hastily scampered inside our home with my telescope in the bag.

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One clear and frigid bitter New Hampshire night, my mom and I came back from picking me up at the end of martial arts class. There was snow on the ground when we arrived at home in the minivan. There was about six inches of hard snow. The snow was as if it had an icy glaze over it.

It was about 8:00PM. I got dressed to play in the snow. The moon lit up the yard and the snow sparkled from the moon’s reflection. I enjoyed making crunching sounds with my boots crushing the hard snow. It wasn’t very long until I saw it.

I was outside for 4-5 minutes and I saw this thing! It flew from one corner of the property to the other side of the property. The object was all black. It reminded me of a racecar driver wearing a helmet and racing suit. However from the shape of the helmet shape to the body I saw what looked like at least a 12 inch long neck. It had trapezoid wings that appeared fixed. The long side of the wings was toward the front and the short side toward the rear. The human body shape reminded me of a bowling pin shape. It was about 6 feet long and had a wing span of 6 feet. It flew just above the tree tops as if it was trying to avoid radar.

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Now for what you have been waiting for! The super incredible UFO story! Hooray! It was dark and stormy! Water was jetting off the roof of my family’s house. The water was slapping the ground. Booommmkkkkkk! Lightning flashed and the power went out. I grabbed the battery operated lantern, so I could see. The light emitting diodes brightened up the room. As soon as the storm started, it stopped. We were still without power and it was nighttime. I decided to walk on the road outside, now that the storm has passed.

It smelled, felt, and looked like a tropical rainforest, even though it was just summertime after a storm in New Hampshire. I walked up and down the road a few times watching out for puddles. I walked past my house again and something flew over me. A UFO! It was bullet shaped and the bright light was radiating from the rounded part of the bullet shape in the front. The flat side of this bullet UFO was dark and had no light emitting from this section. It flew very low over the trees. I believed it was flying below radar detection. It flew from the direction of Pease International Tradeport. Also there was no noise from the UFO. I was so excited I ran back home and told my parents! Then as I rushed back outside and walked up the street. I saw a police car rush with its blue strobes on headed down the road towards Pease International Tradeport. I figured I should stay here a little while and see I if I would see anything else cool. I did!

I saw a convoy. The convoy consisted of one sedan in the front, a flatbed truck with its headlights off, a SUV only with its positioning lights on, and another sedan that looked the same as the first. All the vehicles including the flatbed were painted black. The convoy was headed in the opposite direction of the police car about 4-5 minutes after I had seen the police car. The convoy was never with the police car or headed in the same direction as the police car when I saw it. As soon as the convoy past, I heard a buzzing like sound. Then it got louder. Chahhp-Chahhp-Chahhp! I saw two helicopters heading in a similar direction of the convoy with spotlights pointed at the ground. It appeared that the helicopters were black. I couldn’t tell if there were markings or not on them. It was really dark so I can’t say for sure. However it sounded like there were 4 or 5 helicopters coming from all directions, but I only saw the two.

Then it clicked in my mind. Somebody was planning on retrieving this UFO! I waited for about 15 minutes and saw nothing. I went home. The first thing I did when I got back to the house was that I drew a picture of the bullet shaped UFO I had seen.

I have seen many UFOs. Most of them have been in Florida. In fact, I have traveled the world in search of paranormal phenomena. However, for some reason, I keep experiencing the paranormal within the state of Florida more than anywhere else I have traveled. I had traveled to Florida when I lived in New Hampshire and I experienced the paranormal on vacation. Now I live in Florida and I have had some of the most bizarre stuff happen to me. I would walk outside from 8:00PM to 10:00PM every night including when it rained. I noticed that nobody else would walk outside at this time. My belief is that because I continued this routine, I was able to see more UFOs than the average person.

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From October 2015 – December 2015 I would see UFOs almost every single night. I saw these 3 foot long, straight, penny diameter cylinders of pure white light. I had seen lots of them. There were some above cloud level looking like tiny flashes of white light, some below cloud level, and many below tree top level. In fact one came so close to me it was about six inches away from my nose. That particular one light was where I got the estimate for its size. I noticed this particular one coming off the ocean, over the beach, and over the boardwalk where this thing could have hit me in the head! I was walking on the boardwalk and I was shocked by the near miss.

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One night, I drove to the boardwalk with my cell phone and camera. My original plan was to take pictures and video of these things. I had seen them so often that I knew they would be there. I parked my car and I got this feeling. I felt like I would be disrespecting these things if I took pictures and video of them so I left my stuff in the car. Immediately as I climbed the stairs, three of these lights flew over me as if saying thank you for not taking any pictures or video. I got a warm fuzzy feeling. I continued my walk with excitement. I kept seeing them. I ended up seeing more than a dozen of them throughout the night. The most I had seen at once was four at one time that night. These four flew right over the gazebo attached to the boardwalk. Around this time I got the idea to start recording the dates I saw stuff.

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On 8/21/15 I was walking near my family’s house. It was unusually dry inside my nostrils. It felt like my capillaries could crack at any moment, resulting in a nosebleed. I had been walking outside for an hour. It was around 9:00 PM when I saw something shocking and puzzling. A small aircraft like a UFO, I had seen this night. It had the front wings of a glider and the rear of a F-5 fighter jet with its distinctive duel narrow afterburners. The craft did not use the afterburners when I saw it. In fact, I would call this UFO slow. It flew faster than a bird, but slower than a propeller plane. I could hear a whining noise after it had passed me. It sounded like an electric motor.

It flew from east to west over the backyards of nearby homes. Even though it was night time, the street lights lit the area revealing the UFOs color. It was definitely dark blue, not black. It had a matte finish and there were no markings on it at all. It was 40-50 feet in the air. The wingspan was 4 times the size I was tall about 24 feet from wing tip to wing tip. Then something really weird happened. What happened next made me classify this as a UFO. A static like white light came from the tail and engulfed the UFO to the nose, as the UFO was flying forward. As soon as the light covered the object, the light went out and the object disappeared from view. Did I just witness some advanced optical camouflage? Was the UFO some kind of projection? Did the UFO disappear into a portal? I do not know the answers, but nothing could prepare me for what I saw the following night!

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[fountainpenguin]

Since they're similar questions, how about 16-19 for the ask?

[Current Ask game]

What is your best piece of advice for writing action scenes?

Tension, quick sentences with sharp words and snappy dialogue, and focusing on things like adrenaline, racing hearts, fear, and things that might hurt you. Bare bones description in most places (with more in areas where a character pauses to recover). Basically, keep the "camera" on the character. Unless the character is actively looking around and thinking about other things, the story shouldn't either.

Trying to put unique flair in action scenes, especially if your story has a lot of fight scenes, is a good idea too. You don't want them to feel repetitive. Also it's a good idea for your POV character to have a reason to be the POV character; i.e. let them be the one who comes up with the way to achieve victory (if they're going to win) rather than someone on the sidelines giving the winning suggestion.

If you want to have lots of description (especially if you're in a new setting or early in the story) then having your POV character be an outsider watching a fight works too, I think.

[Examples from my work + the other questions under the cut]

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Some ways I've used this advice:

Frayed Knots - Anti-Cosmo in "Deep" witnessing Cosmo and King Northiae fight Snowball the dragon, and Anti-Cosmo committed a cultural taboo by shapeshifting (His soul strings were also tangled with H.P.'s during this time so they were stuck together). Anti-Cosmo wasn't super involved in this fight because he screwed some things up, but that's fine... this fight scene is doing everything it needs to do. It's showing the reader Anti-Cosmo's attempts to be strong, how it flops, and what he learns from this experience.

The focus here was in putting pressure on Anti-Cosmo. We see his anxiety, we see his genuinely good desire to help, and we see the moment he decides to bend the rules. He carries the consequences of his taboo situation throughout Act 3 (begging Prince Eastkal not to tell anyone he shapeshifted).

Anti-Cosmo has good ideas, but struggles to execute them and/or hurts people while executing his plans. That's his whole theme in Frayed Knots... and this one fight is a representation of that. After all, you can't say Anti-Cosmo hurts people if we don't see him hurting them! In this situation, he deliberately drew more energy from H.P. than he needed to because he got greedy... which plays into his character in general and aligns with his behavior in later chapters where Anti-Cosmo makes a lot of bad choices because of his anxiety and greed.

It's who he is and that always stays consistent. He doesn't suddenly get to be cool just so he can fight a dragon and save a city. Nope.

Factor It In - The Narrator making a suggestion to WordGirl in "Tree Diagram" but WordGirl being the one to come up with a solution that won the fight. The fight was actually split between two chapters and I used Chapter 1 ("Order of Operations") to set the scene so the reader had context before WordGirl rushed back into the fight.

The focus here was in showing WordGirl and Huggy working as a team without Kid Math (who was mind controlled and attacking them); the rest of the story focuses on how WG and KM clash emotionally.

We showed how WordGirl and Kid Math are closely matched in strength. We set the scene (winter, traffic, bystanders pulling the fallen heroes from the road). We also set up things like WordGirl's super hearing and how overwhelming that can be for her. She also had a brief moment to look at her bruises and chat with civilians (Brent and Chuck, in this case). We also see a hint of a superpower that KM has that WG has never used before.

The fight scene does a lot for the story, and I try to shift deliberately in and out of "reflective moments where we pause" and "fast-paced action moments." For example, there's a moment where WordGirl tackles Kid Math and they both go rolling in the snow and get dazed until a civilian (their art teacher) drags them to the sidewalk. That's a shift out of the action and into a reflective moment, yet it feels natural and keeps the tension high because the reader (hopefully) is wondering if they're hurt or if they're about to get hit by a car.

Dog's Life - In "Flicker," BigB stands on the sidelines fretting while Scar fights a creeper. As the outsider, BigB has the full perspective of how Scar is dancing around, and it's scary for him when Scar leaves his view. Scar keeps denying any offers of help, yet BigB and the others get increasingly anxious when Scar gets backed against a cliff. BigB also counts how many hits the creeper has taken (and loses count when Scar and the creeper go over the drop).

The focus here is in feeling out of control or feeling like you don't have information (which pairs super well with my take on BigB in this 'fic, since BigB's entire thing is "the quiet guy who knows everything about everyone"). His anxiety goes up when things get unpredictable, so this was an action scene that paired well with this particular character.

The creeper fight is also a good contrast to the opening scene for this chapter, where BigB stood at the top of a hole with his hands behind his back and watched his friends fumble against a zombie spawner... We saw him watching a fight in his element first (comfortable, keeping tabs on the situation, staying aloof) because that little skirmish wasn't something that was supposed to stress the reader. When it was time to up the tension, the fight was something that made him nervous even though he wasn't the fighter.

What is your best piece of advice for writing angst scenes?

I think the important thing for angst is the build-up: the swing before the punch. To understand the pain, you need to have seen the sweet. I personally think opening a story in the middle of an angst scene wouldn't be the best move in most cases, as I think it works best after the scene has been established as "normal."

The goal of angst isn't a jump scare... it's the layering on of things that get worse and worse. Doubt, mistrust, betrayal... these things need to stem from something else. You need to see the slow break.

What is your best piece of advice for writing hurt/comfort scenes?

For hurt: Similar to angst, build-up is important, although opening with the hurt in something that's specifically mild hurt/comfort works well, probably. I'd say take your time to show the hurt and explore the concept of the hurt before you turn it around. Focus on the pain. Emphasize what's hurting so the reader is rooting for the comfort. Hurt/comfort is all about taking the time to settle down and breathe, and you can do that by showing a slow healing process.

For comfort: Slowing down... Focusing on details, especially in regards to physical touch. This is the time for softness, paying attention to other people or objects, and roaming your eyes around the room. Thoughts can wander and you have very slow, meandering, thoughtful moments in a safe space.

What is your best piece of advice for writing comedy scenes?

I don't know if I'd say I have comedic scenes, usually, though I have jokes sprinkled in my work. For me, I try to set characters up in situations I know they work well in. H.P. is snarky and Anti-Cosmo is paranoid, so they're a great comedic pair. H.P. likes to carry a joke a little too long and Anti-Cosmo gets easily flustered. I also played Anti-Wanda as someone who uses a lot of innuendo, which is another "flustering Anti-Cosmo, which is funny" situation.

H.P. and Anti-Wanda bounce really well off each other too because they don't take anything seriously and they'll make fun of everything (There's a scene in "King Me" I've had written for like 5 years that I can't wait to share... you'll know it when you see it).

I like to put characters in funky situations that the reader doesn't commonly find themselves in... I feel like that's inherently funny. For example, in "Flypaper," WordGirl had to rescue Super Why from a vending machine. He's 3 inches tall and that was the funniest place I could think for him to get stuck. It's inherently bizarre.

Another of my favorite moments from "Flypaper" was Becky asking Rex if he wanted to go to the beach and he was like "Aww man" because "he's not supposed to fly 30 minutes after eating." I think just... thinking about what a normal human would do in a situation and then asking yourself "how can I make this funny and specific to THIS character" helps a lot.

I think Dog's Life has some good examples of larger scenes that are funny. Here are some highlights:

Scott walking with Scott down the hall to drop off paperwork and Scar spends the whole time lightly bantering and/or flirting with him in an attempt to make Scott give him "banned blocks" from outside the city walls so he can have cool ceiling tiles. Eventually Scott gives in to a little bit of roleplay and they banter back and forth, and Scott finally says the one thing that makes Scar break character, which was implying that he actually WOULD give Scar ceiling tiles if he made it worth his time. Scar gets excited and Scott has to walk away rolling his eyes... it's silly to me.

It's funny because it's... ridiculous. No reader would ever be in that situation. For ceiling tiles. And the inherently roleplay nature of these two, who live in a society where everyone switches naturally in and out of their roleplay hats, is very funny and adds layers to every interaction. But while a reader won't find themselves in this situation, this set-up is extremely in character for Scar, who's always looking for good ceiling blocks.

I'm particularly fond of a scene I'm dropping in the Tuesday chapter which involves Martyn. Martyn has a knack for being silly in serious situations, so I deliberately put him in a serious situation and made him break the tone of it. Which means he sprints across a cave in the middle of a fight, screeching at the top of his lungs that he needs a time out because he "hasn't put his crocs in speed mode yet."

It wouldn't be funny if he said that line while he was just exploring in the cave... It's the fact that he's running from a guy with a sword that seals it. It's the funniest thing I could think for him to say and I set the situation up to make it as silly as I could. Just... trying to catch the reader off guard in little ways that feel true to the character.

In each of these scenes, the funny thing matches perfectly to the character's personality. If you want to write a funny character, you should take the time to figure out what exactly they think is funny and in what situations you could put them that would let them shine.

For H.P., it's snarky deadpan, so he often gets put in serious situations (such as council meetings). For Anti-Wanda it's innuendo, so she often gets paired with Anti-Cosmo who considers himself above such humor (and gets flustered easily). For Scar it's flirting and pretending to be oblivious, so he gets juxtaposed with someone who will let him get that far without cutting him off early. For Martyn it's having the wrong vibe for the situation.

I don't plan too much humor in advance, though if I come up with something funny, I like to add it. I have a certain tone I like and then I try to think what the funniest, sensible thing that could happen in a situation is :)

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[booksandchainmail]

Pale 9.10

Oh, glad there's a bigger map now, the one from the brochure was not super useful anymore. Especially the fur appearances map, really useful for keeping track of this.

Interesting that Louise is just within the perimeter, I wonder if that impacted why she was the one to see the Beast?

“Where’s Verona?” Lucy asked, prepared to strangle Snowdrop for not having already opened her mouth to say.

aww

“I think she’s learned how to cope with her dad and she hasn’t had the chance with her mom because she’s not around.  I think her dad hurts her feelings just as much but she’s adapted.  Not with her mom.” Avery nodded. “You think she said something?” Lucy winced. “That’s my best guess.”

I guess Lucy isn't guessing Verona's father is because she thinks Verona knows how to handle that. Which is mostly true, but their relationship has been deteriorating quickly since Verona Awakened, and I don't think Lucy's been around Verona's house enough to realize that it's gotten that much worse

Verona becoming a cat like that and refusing to communicate was stirring some anxiety deep in her stomach. A worry that had been there since Verona had confessed that she didn’t want to be human anymore. That Verona could do that, go down that road, and stop being Verona anymore.

Hmm, conflating two things here I think. I mean, becoming an Other is a drastic step, and would cause some changes, but I think Verona would find a way to preserve her Self. Or at least the parts of it that matter to her, and her friendship with Lucy is certainly part of that.

Verona, head bowed, hair wet, trickles of water streaming down one hand, crouched with one hand on the furs.  They were glossy and bright and all light seemed to catch on them and in them, making them glow almost from within, a deep red that was redder because of the light Lucy’s mask cast out. Verona had seen that light.  She looked up at them with reflective violet eyes that caught the points of red from Lucy’s mask.  Water all over her body caught that same light. Her expression… like Lucy’s mom had been, sitting on her bed when Paul had left. In the nightmare, where Booker had just died. Like John was, sometimes.

welp. The furs are not helping here.

Also this would make really cool art

Then Verona raised her hands, pulling one away from the damaged pipe.  Two index fingers pressed together.  Two thumbs touched, roughly in line.  A triangle shape.  Her hands stretched overhead, toward them, and her expression changed, her lips moved.

this has got to be a handsign that exists in naruto

I don’t speak freaking Tashlit, you ninny!  She’s coming!  “What does she want?”

oh, actually: upwards facing triangle is one of the elemental symbols, right? Fire, or Air if there's a crossbar?

Lucy could barely complete the thought or wonder what that was before an eruption followed.  Flame and smoke punched out and Edith was thrown against the logs that bounded the steps down and kept dirt from flowing in and blocking the cellar door.

I was right!

... Did Verona just set off a gas explosion?

... Is Verona okay in there?

Edith’s body banked off of those logs, flipped counter-clockwise when it felt like she should have flipped clockwise, and crumpled into the grass and foliage five feet away.

Holy shit, fucking ragdolled her.

Verona had pushed stuff off the table, leaving room only for the furs, her bag, and herself.  She was hunched over, drawing.  Lucy could see dark staining at her hands, purple-black, with some blood, her eyes violet. Scary. Scarier to see how the furs reacted. Each line prompted them to stretch her way, strands reaching. A stretch of flexible, raw hide with a still wet, still bloody underside flopped her way, then reached. And she didn’t push it away.

This is, like, definitely bad, but also it would be really cool if Verona got semi-possessed by the furs of violence

She reached for Verona’s bag, and Verona tensed.  Lucy froze, hand still extended down, smoke peeling off of her skin, her eyes glowing a soft red.

I'm guessing Verona a) is protective of her bag right now and b) doesn't want Lucy seeing what happened

You nearly killed her, Lucy told Verona.  You do this when things are bad, jumping to extremes. Pressure gets applied and you… you come up with the Brownie plan for Bristow. You put your face on Shellie and get her impaled by the nettlewisp.

it works in the moment, but burns bridges pretty dramatically. And is also, you know, maybe morally questionable and kinda scary for her friends.

But it is effective! So impossible to say if rapidly escalating to lethal measures is bad or not, etc etc

“I don’t think this is a movie for kids,” Lucy said.  “Even if it’s a cartoon.” Verona leaned forward, fascinated, tracking the art, the motion, the fluidity of it.  It moved like no kids movie she’d ever seen.  She drank in the art, the newness of it.

welcome to anime!

“That’s a pretty little beating heart you’ve got there,” the man on screen said, walking over limp tentacles.  One tentacle-base shifted, sliding up his naked torso to his shoulder, merged with his arm, and became his arm, so he now reached with an elongated limb to the cyborg.  She pulled away and couldn’t break his grip.  He smirked.  “I intend to fuck it.”

ok yeah that is not for kids

Verona was happy, because that meant they were watching to the end, and she liked this, bundled together in the dark, having had way too much soda and junk food, watching something they shouldn’t, hands gripping one another’s hands and wrists so tight. 

this is very cute, weird tentacle violence anime aside

She found Verona’s hands, taking one, drawing it close to her chest.  Verona didn’t fight, but she didn’t help either.  Putting Verona’s hand in the hand Lucy held in the sling meant holding it so the back of the hand rested against her heart.  Lucy gripped it, tight, then gripped the two hands with her other hand. Verona reached up, and laid her other hand over top. Her fingertips dug into the back of Lucy’s hand.

<3

Avery.  She was muddy, which suggested she’d taken a shortcut through the Warrens, and she was damp, which suggested she’d either gone to the wet cellar beneath the cabin or she’d cut through the rainy part of the ruins to get here.  Avery advanced a step, then hesitated.

wondering if she's included in this comfort

“If I hadn’t promised you guys I’d ask first, I might’ve tried to wear the furs,” Verona stated.  No emotion in her voice.  Fact.

ah. I'd wondered that a bit, if Verona would wind up wearing them, what that would do to her. I hadn't thought of it as that deliberate a choice though.

“I look better in black or stripes than red,” Verona muttered.  “Yeah.”

you can't coopt Lucy's color theme!

“You think that’s the key thing, Ronnie?” Lucy asked, squeezing their hands together.  “Color coordination?”

this was actually the main reason I didn't think Verona would wear the furs

“I wanna- I wanna feel like I can breathe again, like it’s all just done with and I’m apart from it all and I don’t have school assignments gnawing holes in my stomach, and this sucky feeling when I hear the door slam and my dad’s home, or the doubts creeping in when I’m trying to meet new Others and figure them out, or the deadline of the end of summer… and if I wore the furs or did something then I could… I could take a deep breath again.  I could sit in the sun.”

:(

"I want to have a sleepover again, and find the worst, most inappropriate, weirdest things to watch, and maybe laugh like we did, then.  I thought about that.  I had that memory but I forgot what it felt like, then, until we went through it, again.”

I've talked a bunch about Verona being really disconnected from her current emotions, and it looks like that's also impacting her ability to remember feeling those strong emotions from before she was having problems.

She wanted to ask follow up questions but it felt like it would only hurt Verona.  She wished there was a guidebook for this sort of thing.  Talking to someone in a bad place.

oh there are, but in general I think if you get to the point where you need one it's too late to find one without making things weird.

“Alright,” Lucy said, voice soft.  “My worry is you… you didn’t go berserk but you definitely jumped into that cellar and… operated on instinct?  Is that right?  This is like that cyborg woman tying into the mainframe and going all out on the penis demon.” “Wut,” Avery said.

correct response, Avery! I'm also losing it at the spelling there

Lucy explained, “It’s similar.  Being cold, leaning on her training, everything else stripped away just… the dangerous instincts left.”

Sort of Taylor vibes, in a way. Also a character archetype I like a lot.

“-I don’t know what I’m supposed to do but if I go back I’m worried I- I’m done.  I, me, my Self, done for.  He doesn’t budge much at all so the only thing that budge or change if I’m there is me.”

upside of Demesne ritual: it would help Verona get out of her dad's house

Her voice cracked again, and for a moment Verona looked really angry at herself.  Like her own voice cracking was the most infuriating part of things.

... mood

“This is… almost too much,” Verona said, quiet.  “Us three, here, talking about this.” “Too much?” Avery asked. “I don’t want us to be too much for me.  Because that’s scary.  So I need to be alone.”

Sometimes care and kindness and supportive processing of emotions is what breaks the walls of repression that are keeping someone going, which is probably a good thing overall but also sucks and ruins one's ability to function.

Honestly a nice walk would probably be good here, or some distracting practice to focus on. Alas for the plot circumstances getting in the way.

“And I’d need promises,” Lucy said.  “Please.” “What promises?” Verona asked. She met Lucy’s eyes for what felt like the first time in minutes. “That you won’t hurt anyone. Because you hurt people too much when you’re under pressure. That you won’t do anything drastic.”

please put conditions around this to allow for reasonable self-defense

What the heck are we going to do with those furs?  Lucy wondered.

Good question. Best option might just be to give them to John and get him seated as the new Carmine Judge, without the risk of the furs backing a challenge.

“My dear, I love your hair and earring,” a woman said, as Lucy passed.

The two parts of Lucy that most reflect the practice

She was tall, slender, fifty but wearing ‘fifty’ in a way that was attractive, with a light dress that looked like it should be see-through or immodest but wasn’t and almost admonished Lucy for thinking in that direction, and perfume that should have been overpowering but was actually tasteful…

probably good it isn't Avery running into her

“I think Verona needs a bit of space for right now.  There’s some messy stuff to deal with.  But… after?” There was no response. “Mom?” “Um, sure honey. I’ll be on the edge of my seat until you walk in the door, but I’ll trust you there, okay?”

taking a moment of sympathy for Jasmine, who has already been Going Through It, then gets "My friend with the abusive dad is in bad shape, I don't know how to help her, I won't be home until later, bye" dropped on her.

#booksandchainmail reads pale #pale #wildbow

[scipiosmith]

Hello mate, I have a question that makes me curious: what made you want to expand on Cardin Winchester?

I will be honest: when I saw the tags on ao3 long ago I thought it would be Cardin like any other fanfic story: bully - forever fall - forgotten and the cycle repeats in the next stories.

Heck I thought you were going to have him killed down the road.

The fact you gave Cardin character and growth surprised me greatly!

What made you want to do something different for Cardin?

Well, there are a few reasons.

First, I really wanted to tell a story with a big ensemble cast, something like Naruto (or, indeed, the already-mentioned Infighting, Insanity and Social Ineptitude) where it had 12 main characters all coming in and out of the narrative, with their own moments of focus etc. I don't think I quite got there, but I gave it the college try and Cardin was always going to be a part of that.

Secondly, I have some sympathy for entitled bastards who think the world owes them something, that's why there are so many of them in the story (Sunset obviously starts as just this sort of person, Cinder is an edge case because she doesn't come from a place of the most rarefied privilege compared with the other characters on this list, but then in addition to Cardin you have Turnus Rutulus, Phoebe Kommenos, Bon Bon in some respects although she isn't an aristocrat). I... I went to a super-posh boarding school, one of the grand old ones that has existed since Tudor times, and as well as just the general tenor of my fellow pupils there I always remember that there was this one boy who could trace his lineage all the way back to a Norman knight who had come over with William the Conqueror in 1066, which is... it's very cool. And so, as much as I don't remember my time at that school with immense fondness, mixed with that there has always been a sort of very Sunset-like desire to bootlick to the aristocracy, to toady to the Lady Nikoses of the world, and the indulgence shown to some of these characters by the narrative reflects that.

Thirdly, I actually find it very difficult to keep a character as a complete arsehole. Looking back through my work it's interesting to see how characters that I remember creating to be antagonistic ended up growing on me. The rude, abrasive major who everyone hates? He rides his men hard because it keeps them alive, he would never ask anything of his men that he isn't willing to give of himself, and they know that he doesn't mean half of it anyway. The villain who has kept himself alive for 500 years by human sacrifice? He has been working those 500 years at the downfall of the Empire that destroyed his home and slaughtered his people (not to mention his found family when they joined him in resisting said Empire) and if he stops then all of the loss and sacrifice will have been for nothing. Cinder. You know, when I first started writing this story, Cinder was going to die on top of the tower after one last fight with Team SAPR, and now, well...

You know, if I can write myself into sympathy with people like then Cardin is nothing. It's very hard for a character not to grow on me, is what I'm saying.

A lot of my readers judge some of the characters (naming no Cinders) a lot more harshly than I do.

Finally, I would be remiss not to mention Spark to Spark, Dust to Dust, a RWBY/Hasbro crossover written by my beta readers (I've also contributed some writing to it myself; pairings are BlackSun and Arkos by way of some temporary Lancaster). Cardin isn't a major character, in fact he doesn't even warrant the character tags, but some important details like Cardin originally dating Skystar Aris originated there before I borrowed them for my own use.

#cardin winchester #sapr fanfic #ask #answered

[bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls]

I tried to get my mother to watch the first half of TRW Homecoming, the funniest part is this woman used to watch marathons of TRW with me when I was in middle and high school (I'm in my late 20s) and apparently missed all of the points, and didn't go well...she didn't even last a full minute into it when that convo.....super fun.

I also just finished the last few episodes a couple of hours ago and Norm and the LGBT+ issues they bring up too, especially bi-erasure which are super personal for me....I ended up sobbing....I didn't really keep up with it after 2013 but TRW (not road rules or challenges, actual RW) was one of the only good things left on mtv in the 00s and it was the ONLY good thing they had left after TRL was cancelled and MUSICtv -officially- died and it was always just so impactful and raw and it's as necessary now as it ever has been and yeah...sorry to just gush about it but no one IRL for me understands why I keep suggesting the homecoming or how it could be anything other than "tYpiCaL mTv dRAmAAaAaaA" so it was cool to see someone reflect on it...okay, sorry again for my novel, hope you have a wonderful mornin/afternoon/evenin/day...

  (This reply is, like, a few years late. It's been sitting in my drafts. At this point, even TRW Homecoming: New Orleans is a distant memory. Sheesh.)

Your mom disappoints me. How she raised someone sweet and thoughtful, I have no idea.

Honestly, I should have seen this shit coming. The Boomers did the same fucking thing... they were progressive as hell in their youth, and then did a hard 180 back into the I-got-mine-motherfuckerism that birthed them. My generation, meanwhile, was never particularly awake politically —we were too busy playing video games and disrupting things that bored us— but I never figured so many of us would suddenly shrug and join our parents in their pseudo-religious, authoritarian circle-jerk. I sincerely thought better of us.

Here —as in many things— I point to Bill Clinton, and my generation’s stupid contemporaneous defense of him. We all —self included— excused the fact that he’s a weak, sleazy, brilliant, charismatic piece of shit, and in so doing, inadvertently lowered the bar for the dignity of the Oval Office. He lied and smirked and left a young woman to drown in public, and we all felt like we were in on a clever “fuck you” to the petty moralists of the world. Why wouldn’t a generation like mine look at a lizard-brained, orange troll and say, ‘I wonder what would happen if we gave him a rhetorical flamethrower?” I sincerely thought we were liberating humanity by connecting everything together, but we were really just building a massively complicated framework for screaming “FUCK YOU” into the void.

Anyway, back to Becky...

I doubt it would work, but I’d like to sit her down and try to explain how simple all of this could be for her. It’s like, Rebecca, I know it seems like there are lots of scary new things you’re being asked to learn, and that you’re uncomfortable with a future where you’re expected to acknowledge the flaws people find in the things you love, but you know what would really help? Shutting the fuck up. You can pretend to listen while some half-baked, shitty song floats through your head, and just nod appreciatively when appropriate. You're old and white and comfortable, so you can just fucking coast the rest of the way. No one needs your opinions, and if you don't voice them, we won't assume you're a jackass. Everyone wins! And how do I know this? Because I watched a movie about psychics, and now I can see the future. (You insufferable asshole.)

#Anonymous #asks #broken girl broadcasting