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nonsensical-pixels · 7 months

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exactly what it says on the tin title! after watching @skittlesplays manually resize hundreds of recolor files on stream (and trying to do it myself...), i decided that the only solution when it comes to editing textures for ts2 was... photoshop! here are 9 photoshop actions geared towards 4t2 conversions, but hey, maybe you could use them for other stuff too 💖

i made these for personal use and have been using them on and off for the last few months, so i suppose you could say they've been sufficiently tested... the actions included aren't final though, i might go back and add a few more as my areas of expertise expand 😅 more info and instructions under the cut, long post warning! 👇🏽

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if you encounter any issues with these actions, please do reach out to me and i'll try my best to help! or if you'd like to add on to them, edit them, etc. in any way, please feel free to 😀

How to Install These Actions

open up photoshop and click on the big 'play' button in the corner. that's the actions tab. then click on the little down arrow and 4 lines in the corner of that subwindow.

select 'load actions' from the list, and navigate to wherever you've installed my .atn file! then that's it, you've got them installed, easy-peasy.

How to Use These Actions (1 at a Time)

open up the texture that you want to edit in photoshop; for this example i'm using a dress i'm 4t2'ing from the throwback fit kit. now it's time to decide which action you're gonna use to make this texture compatible with ts2!

as the texture is 1024 x 2048, i'm gonna use the 'texture clothing: 1024x2048 to 1024x1024' action to downsize it.

ta-da! now it's a reasonable size!

How to Use These Actions (Dozens at a Time)

now for what this set was really made for: editing a ton of textures at a time! just go to file -> automate -> batch...

and navigate to the textures you'd like to batch-edit. here's a few things you should probably keep in mind: - checking 'include all subfolders' will edit ALL the textures from that filepath onwards. - if you set your destination as 'save and close' as pictured, all your files will be autosaved after the action has been run. - so if you don't want to live on the edge, like me, and are afraid of running the wrong action, just open up one of the files you're batch-editing and check which action should be run on it before you do the other files.

and behold! all of my textures have been cut down, and a bunch of my time saved 😎

Examples of Stuff Each Action Can Be Used For

in case you were curious! the first two actions, i mainly use for objects. a lot of ts4 cc creators have their texture sizes set to 2048x2048 or even more, which is way more than (my) ts2 can normally handle. i mean, that much for a candle? geez! so these two actions are used to cut down those textures and not kill your graphics cards.

these are for cas stuff, like clothing, hairs, and accessories. alpha creators tend to have larger texture sizes, but ea's are almost always a cool 1024x2048. just make sure you check before you run the actions!

trim is... i honestly can't remember the last time i used trim, just... if you need it, it's there

the last two actions are for floors and walls! floors are set to autosave as .bmp; walls are up to you. the texture sizes are made to match homecrafter's.

and... that's about it! lol. i know this isn't normally what i post, but i figured that since a lot more people are getting into 4t2 converting recently, these actions might help y'all.

have a great day, have a fun time simming, and keep being awesome guys 😘

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isabella-kr · 1 year

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Just read your reassurance fic and fuckin loved it. Absolutely feral for price rn. Not sure if you're still open for requests, but i am a strong believer that price gives the best hugs, holds you to his chest for comfort, problemsolving kinda hugs, but maybe something happened and now its oc/reader's time to return the favour.

This is the first time I've ever made a request so hope I did it right lol. basically I'm starving for fluff. maybe a bit of hurt/comfort.

Thank you so much for requesting!! I'm so glad you liked it!! I agree, he definitely gives incredible hugs and I would kill to experience them at least once. I hope you don't mind, but I made this an F!reader because you didn't specify and it's what I find easiest; however, if you'd like me to change this to gender neutral, let me know and I will edit this :))

Out of Your Control

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Synopsis: After a mission gone awry, Price can't help but blame himself for everything that had gone wrong. Hugs won't solve the problem, but they will definitely help ease his nerves.

Pairing: John Price x Female!Reader (Hints of an established relationship)

Genre: Angst & Fluff / Hurt & Comfort

Warnings: Swearing, self-blame, Price cries, reader cries, use of ‘sweetheart’ and ‘love’

Word Count: 2k

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The mission was a disaster.

Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. It was as though the enemy was expecting them, and decided to make his defence ten times stronger, quicker, and more ruthless. It was clear that the mission was doomed for failure from the start, but they prevailed nonetheless; eager to complete their task.

The place was swarming with soldiers who were armed with weapons from head to toe. So were they, but no matter how armed their Squad seemed to be, the enemy soldiers had twice as many guns, and twice as many blades. They were like flies on a hot summer’s day, doubling at speeds that didn’t seem humanly possible, and before long, they were surrounded from every corner.

Their hushed voices rang out through the comms as they considered their next course of action. Yet as Price was about to tell them to retreat - to evacuate because there was no way they would come out if this mission alive – it was already too late. Loud sirens rang out in their ears, and the rapid sounds of stomping boots made the hairs at the back of all their necks stand up. It went south too quickly for them to even attempt to deescalate the situation.

Bullets rained down like hail, and it didn’t take a genius to know they would not be getting out of this scot-free, and none of them did. Some of their injuries were worse than others, but they all looked equally beat up, as though they were on the brink of death.

It was barely an hour later that they were sat in the medical bay, with nurses and doctors running around them like headless chickens. Their frantic movements and hushed whispers made her head feel like a balloon ready to be popped, and she could only assume the others felt the same from the way their faces scrunched up with discomfort.

Price was nowhere to be seen, having ran out the moment the nurses told him he was free to go. The Captain’s injuries weren’t as severe as the others, and that only seemed to worsen the guilt he was already feeling.

It was Soap who looked the worst out of all of them, like Death himself was about to knock on his door and take him away. Yet somehow, with half of his face turned purple, and his left eye swollen shut, he still managed to send her a sweet smile the moment their eyes locked together.

She sent him a sympathetic glance in return, hissing and flinching when a bullet was suddenly extracted from the flesh of her thigh. She almost glared at the doctor who pulled the metal out of her, but stopped herself when an anti-septic was wiped over the open wound, and another wave of pain made an anguished groan leave her throat. She could only sigh and wait for this to be over; to finally leave and get some time for herself.

“Take this,” a nurse spoke with a sweet smile, giving her three small pills and a cup of water. Once she downed the medicine and emptied the small, plastic cup, the nurse nodded, “Good. Now, you get some rest, alright? You need it.”

“Thank you,” she nodded, plopping down from her bed to leave the stuffy room. She winced with every limped step she took, but decided she would rather suffer than spend the night in the medical room because of a non-fatal injury.

She wasted no time before making her way over to her room, welcoming the familiar smell with a smile on her face. The material that was soaked with her sweat and blood was pulled off her tired body, and soon replaced with something more comfortable. The new clothes were soft to the touch and didn’t stick to her bruised skin, making her sigh out in relief. She decided to wear something that would cover her up entirely, not out of modesty, but to hide the injuries from the captain’s guilt-filled eyes.

After leaving her room and making another stop to brew two cups of tea, she began making her way down a long corridor. It didn’t take her too long to arrive at Price’s office, though the wound in her thigh definitely slowed her down somewhat. His door seemed to be locked shut, for when she pressed her elbow against the handle, it didn’t budge.

With a small sigh, she knocked on the door with the rip of her boot, and waited for the door to be opened. Yet no sound came from inside the room; no gruff voice telling her to piss off; no sound of papers rustling, and no heavy footsteps making their way across the room.

She exhaled sharply, eyes closing as she kicked the door harder than before. Some of the tea trickled down from the mugs, the steaming hot liquid burning the skin of her finger. She ignored the burning sensation, instead focusing on the man who she knew was on the opposite side of the door.

“Sir, I need to speak with you,” she spoke out loud, hoping the sound of urgency in her voice would get him to open up. But alas, the silence continued. “Captain-” she looked around her, making sure there was no-one there to hear her next words, “John… please let me in.”

That seemed to get him moving, as only a few seconds passed before the door was pulled open. She walked in without waiting for permission, and placed the two hot mugs on his desk. Her eyes were quick to notice the scattered papers on his desk, his handwriting turning frantic on some of them.

Her eyes soon settled on the bearded man who walked around the desk and sat down in his chair. He had a blank look in his eyes, and she slowly sat down on the chair on the other side of the desk. She moved one of the mugs closer towards him, but he made no attempt to reach for it. His eyes didn’t even glance down to look at it.

“John,” she spoke slowly. Softly.

He didn’t look at her, and she swore his eyes were avoiding eye contact at all costs. There was a dark bruise forming on the apple of his left cheek, the skin turning a dark purple, mixed with a sickly yellow. A deep gash also decorated his clavicle, the skin red a raw, yet the wound was not deep enough to require stitches.

She could feel her heart break into a million pieces at the sight of his hopeless state. “John,” she whispered once again, “…sweetheart.”

This time, his eyes moved to look into hers. They were glazed over, and she could tell he was close to cracking, the guilt eating him up alive.

“This wasn’t your fault, John,” she told him with a shake of her head.

He let out a humourless laugh. The type of laugh that told her just how deep in despair he was. “Yeah, it was. I should’ve known better.”

“John, no.” She disagreed, “You couldn’t have predicted this.”

“No, but I should’ve been ready for it,” he argued, “I should’ve been prepared for things to go wrong.”

“And you were,” she spoke softly, “But we were all taken by surprise. None of us could have known this was going to happen. No matter how prepared we could have been. No matter what you think you could’ve done, we were simply too outnumbered.”

With a tilt of his head, he exhaled sharply, “This was supposed to be an easy mission. In and out.”

She nodded in understanding, “And it would’ve been if the information you were given was correct,” she pointed out. “This one was out of your hands, John.”

He shook his head in disagreement, hie eyes trained on the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. With a small wince, she pushed herself off the chair and walked over towards him. Her fingers curled around his jaw and she moved him so that his eyes were locked with hers.

“John, what matters is that we’re all alive.” She told him, “You’re fine. The boys are fine. I’m fine. We’re all okay.”

With a blank stare, his hand moved to her thigh and applied some pressure in the exact spot where the bullet had penetrated her skin. He didn’t do it hard, in fact, he barely touched the area. Yet despite all that, she felt like a thousand needles were stabbed into her sore skin at once.

She choked at the pain that travelled through her body, and her hand instinctively pulled his away. He stared at her with a look that told her he did not believe a word she just told him. How could he when the soft, and otherwise welcome gesture caused her so much pain.

“You don’t sound fine to me, love.”

“John.” She scolded, “This isn’t something that’s never happened to me before. I’ve lost count of how many times I got shot, and I’m sure you have too.”

He didn’t respond to the accusation, his eyes only closing in shame. With a small, yet deep sigh, she managed to pull him towards her. The non-bruised side of his face was pressed against her chest, and her arms wrapped securely around him. The palm of her left hand cradled the back of his head, whilst the other moved to rub comforting circles on his shoulders.

“I know you won’t believe me,” she whispered, “But none of us blame you. Not Ghost, not Soap, not Gaz, and most definitely not me”

Upon hearing her words, he wrapped his arms around her torso and pulled her even closer to him than she was before. A small whimper left his lips, and he moved his face so that his nose was pressing against her. She moved down, carefully not to startle him, and kissed the crown of his head. She kept her face there, only tightening her hold around him when his body began to shake; the dam which he had built breaking into pieces as he allowed his emotions to flow freely.

His tears soaked through her shirt, and the situation made her own eyes well with tears. She didn’t care when they began to roll down her cheeks, or when his fingers clenched around the material of her shirt and pulled on it. She only cared that he finally let himself feel, without shoving his emotions away until they became unbearable.

“We would never blame you for this. Sometimes things are out of our control, okay?” She hummed against him, “There’s no point in beating ourselves up over it. It’s in the past. We can’t change it, so let it go. Please, just let it go.”

A sob wrecked through his body, and his fingers let go of her shirt to dig into her skin. He managed to nod against her, and she felt as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She knew the guilt had not fully left him, and that they still had a long way to go, but this was progress. She was just glad he was willing to try and move past it, and no matter how long it would take him, she would remain by his side the entire time.

She would wrap her arms around him and hold him close as he let the tears flow freely, just as he had done for her so many times before. She would hold him for as long as he needed her to, even if her arms began to ache, she would keep her arms wrapped securely around him.

“Just please…” she sniffled, “Don’t beat yourself up over this. We’re all going to be fine. Nothing a little rest and some medicine can’t fix.”

“And some stitches.”

“Yeah,” she let out a small laugh as her lips pressed against his hair once more, “And some stitches.”

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herrscherrofyatta · 2 years

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Let you break my heart again

Tighnari x reader x Albedo

angst, no gender/pronouns are used to describe reader (if there is one I probably missed it during editing!!) reader is described to have medium ish hair along with an earring

summary: Tighnari comes back from patrol to find a blonde man, Albedo, with you at a place only you and him know, hating the way this mysterious man was getting to close.

"—despite knowing what I am now....are you still willing to work with me?"

You stare at Albedo, what he just confessed to you moments earlier still running through your mind. Your eyes focus on him and only him, it was hard to believe this gorgeous man was not human in the slightest.

"So what if you're not human?" You blurt out.

The two of you, after meeting up with Collei, left to go look at the stars in a secluded area you used to visit with Tighnari back in your trainee years.

His eyes wander to his gloved hand before he begins to slip off the fabric. You watch, a little confused on what he was planning to do.

With his now bare hand, he grabs yours and peels off your glove before holding your hand against his. His hand is softer than you imagined and you feel little to no warmth radiating from them.

He lets you feel them and he continues to speak softly to you.

"your parents, they seem very hesitant as I mentioned before....why is that?"

You look up at through your lashes before looking back down, letting go his hand to look to the side.

With a heavy sigh, "I...had an older brother but he was killed."

Albedo tilts his head, "killed? By who?"

You let out a dry chuckle, bringing your knees up to your chest. "He wasn't killed by a person...." He could sense how uncomfortable you were getting so he quickly dropped the subject.

"Moving forward....did you make your decision to join the knight?"

Letting out a hum, you smile a bit before glancing up at him through your hairs that fell over your face.

Your eyes widen slightly as he brushes those hairs away, clipping them back with a hair clip as your cheeks visibly turn red as you two maintain eye contact before he slowly leans in.

His fingers cupping your face, heart beating rapidly in your chest as his lips are almost touching yours, he pauses before your lips met and your eyes close. His hand intertwined with your free one as he could feel you shaking a bit during slow, yet tender kiss.

You two finally separated as you try to catch your breathe before shyly looking up at him to find him already looking at you.

"I'm sorry....I should have asked first." He's says, he notice how you slightly trembled but you shake your head.

"no, it's fine....it was...just my first...um, you know."

He smiles at your shyness, caressing your hair, the moonlight shining down at you made you look more heavenly to him and he leans down again before in the corner of his eye he sees a glint.

Wasting no time, he lunges forward, making you fall back with him landing on top of you just as an arrow zips inches from where you two were just sitting.

A quiet 'oof' leaves your lips due to Albedo's weight on top of you as you look at him confused, face inches apart as you lay there, hair spread out on the grass underneath you.

Before he's ripped right off you as you quickly sit up to see Tighnari, an angry expression on his face as he drops the blonde away from you.

"T-tighnari? What are you—"

"I would've suspected the Fatui snooping around the Withering Zones but no, it turned to be you two." His tone makes you flinch as you glance at Albedo as your friend looks the blonde's view of you.

You try to sit up, trying to get to Albedo who seem to be on alert but Tighnari prevents you.

"Stay behind me," he says but it makes your brows furrow in confusion.

He thinks he successes in stopping you but you quickly rush past him, running to the blonde man.

"Bedo, are you alright?" You ask, kneeling down on the grass.

Albedo smiles at you, "I'm fine, no need to worry." You smile faintly at this before snapping out of it and looking back Tighnari.

"What's gotten into you? It was dangerous shooting at Albedo like that." You said, helping Albedo up as he brushes off the dirt on his coat.

Tighnari couldn't stand you standing so close to this man, his brows furrow in frustration as he stares at the two of you.

"I hope you're ready to come back after pulling that stunt of yours, honestly, I knew you were stubborn, but never thought you were stubborn enough to leave without a word face to face."

He says as you look at him a bit confused.

"Come back?" You let out a scoff, "I made it clear I wouldn't come back, Tighnari."

Albedo looks at you both, not knowing what to say.

Tighnari sigh, pinch the bridge of his nose, "look, if it's about what I said, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it—"

Your eyes looks away, "it's not about that, I know my worth now and I know...that I don't belong here with the forest rangers." You let a sigh, looking over at Albedo.

"I belong in Mondstadt.."

Now it Tighnari's turn to look at you confused.

"I don't understand...what are you trying to say?"

"This is Albedo, he's the one who helped me understand my real purpose and with the approval of my parents, we can finally move on to the next step, isn't that right?"

Albedo nods his head, "yes, once we return to Mondstadt, Y/n can prepare to take the next step into mastering their family's cleansing techniques."

Tighnari's tail comes to a complete halt as his finger twitches at the mention of cleansing.

His gaze seem to darken a bit as he looks over at you, a noticable scowl on his face as he takes a step forward.

"Why are you still trying to pursue going on that path?"

He takes a hold of your wrist, pulling you away from Albedo, "come on, let's go home. Collei and everyone else is worried about you."

His grip on you only tightens as you tried to pull your arm back.

"Tighnari, please! Listen to me!" He continues to drag you with him as Albedo tries to reason with him.

"Why do you always act like this?" The three of you were just at the entrance of the Ville as you finally rip yourself form his grasp.

"We're friends aren't we? Since we were children yet you still treat me as if I'm still one!"

Holding onto your wrist in pain, "answer me! All you ever do is think so little of me—" you shout.

You never once raised your voice at him, there was no need to but now...you finally see you never really had a choice with him by your side, always following how word.

"Because I'm scared!" He shouts back, catching you by surprised as your eyes widen at this. "Scared you might end up dead like your foolish brother!" He grits his teeth, fangs visible as he continues to yell as you stand there stunned.

"You leave for a month and come back like nothing happened, do you know how many people were worried about you? Collei, your parents, hell, even me for archons sakes!"

Albedo looks at you, hearing as your breathe hitched at this, clutching onto your hands tight.

"You don't have to follow into your ancestors footsteps just because they were Greater Lord Rukkhadevata's healers."

At this point, neither of you three noticed Collei standing behind Tighnari, walking towards you two, only to come to a stop as he continues to yell.

"You're so stubborn....forget about it. You're coming back as a forest ranger and that's final. No more cleansing, healing or whatever. You're staying here, where it's safe."

Collei stops at this, looking at you three.

"Y/n! You're back!"

You flinch at this, Albedo's hand that was on your shoulder at some point let's go as you run past Tighnari to go to Collei.

"Collei! I missed you so much!" You hug the girl, smiling big as she laughs. She notices the blonde in the back as she pulls away from you.

"Oh, is this Mister Albedo you mentioned in your letter?"

You nod your head, "yes, he looks just like a prince, doesn't he?" You whisper to her as she giggles before Tighnari clears his throat.

"We're not done, first, let's get you out of those clothes, you won't be needing them."

He takes your hand, more softer this time, "then—"

You don't budge from your spot, your face morphs into a painful one as you look at him in the eye. "Tighnari, I'm not coming back. I'm apart of the knights and my parents already know."

It starts to rain lightly as the rain begins to soak your hair and coat you wear.

"So please, trust me on this." Your eyes sadness at this, "I don't plan on dying, not now, not ever." You grit your teeth and you thought you finally got your point across as he lets go of you.

But you're so wrong as he turns back around.

"yeah, well, neither did B/n, did he? Yet he died because he was foolish and I don't want you walking down that same path he did. You saw what happened to him that day, we both witnessed it yet you wanna go through with learning. Wasn't your brother dying in your arms enough to see that—"

cough

He stops as you two glance to the side to see Collei with a hand over her mouth as she falls to the ground.

"Collei!" Albedo is quick to catch her as she breathes in and out heavily.

"Eleazar." You mutter as you run to her side, "we need to get her inside, Albedo," you call out to him, "my room is the closest, bring her there." You tell him as the rest of the rangers show him the way as you fall behind with Tighnari.

You glance at him before averting your eyes before walking away, the rain soaking through your coat at this point, "please, don't bring my brother into this."

He avoids your gaze, ears bend down as he hears you stop walking.

"...you know, I—" you take a deep breathe as you glance up to see Albedo, who already laid Collei down inside your room, staring at you from the top of the path, even when the rain is raining down on him, he looks.... breathe taking.

You sigh, "I may the one walking away but you're the one leaving and pushing me away."

—

Albedo wraps a warm blanket over you as you sit against the bed, your head buried in your arm as he could hear the occasional hiccups.

"Y/n." He calls out in the more tender voice as he brushes away some hairs, placing them behind your ears. Before cupping your face to look up at him.

"How about..some fresh air?" He asks quietly as you slowly nod your head, his bare hands wiping away the tears that continue to fall from your eyes.

Shutting your eyes as you sniff, you lean into his touch before he helps you up, keeping the blanket on you as you two make yourselves up to one of the thick branches above.

As you sit down next to him, you smile a bit and he notices this.

"Me and.. Tighnari used to sit up when we're trainees, gazing up at the stars." You whisper, clutching the blanket close.

Looking up at the stars, the rain, just as it sudden came, it was gone within an hour.

Sighing, you lay your head in his shoulder, closing your eyes at this peace.

"We never fought like this before," you admit.

Albedo glances down before looking back up, "I somewhere feel like I caused this gap between you two."

Confusion written all over your face, you lift your head to look at him.

"No, you didn't cause anything...so don't apologize or anything like that, okay?"

He laughs at this, "alright."

You grin at this before swinging your legs back and forth, "so.....we were once Greater Lord Rukkhadevata's healers. Amazing." Chuckles quietly at this, you let out a sigh. "Feels like I've been betrayed in a way, he knew all this time and yet..."

Shaking your head and shrugging your shoulders, you're at a lost for words for once.

You look down, spotting a few people who lived in the Ville before you hear the distant sounds of thunder.

Albedo seem to have heard them too as he looks up at the night sky, "we should get inside soon, it might rain again." he says.

Letting out a hum, you close your eyes briefly before putting your head on his shoulder.

Neither of you say anything, enjoy the occasional voices of your once co-workers down below.

You could hear the sound of thunder again but don't think much of it as you begin to drift asleep.

But when you hear thunder and footsteps, that's when you become alert as you sit up, feeling a bit tense, the air around you two got heavy.

'There's only one person —'

Your thoughts are cut as you feel the same pair of eyes you felt in the forest as you look at Albedo.

"Found you."

Only to find a pair of ruby eyes piercing down at the two of you.

a/n: sorry for the late update, kinda burned out again

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mastersoftheair · 2 months

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ok, so my own final (and very, very fresh) thoughts, bc i wanted to wait until i'd watched everything to make a sweeping opinion of the whole series, and it's quite opinionated. and long. probably too long. i write essays for fun (everyone point and laugh):

my personal (and very, very fresh) ranking of the hbo war shows (not including gen kill bc that's a different war, sorry) goes- band of brothers > masters of the air > the pacific (it's the same for my title score rankings. that hasn't changed yet)

my main points of contention with MotA are 1) the nine episodes, 2) the length of the episodes, and 3) certain editing choices. nine episodes, compared to the classic ten, isn't Nearly enough time to showcase all that they wanna showcase (especially when the episodes are as short as they are, once you get past the recap and "next on" parts). and they wanna showcase A Lot! there so much going on! i'd ask them to pace themselves, but they literally Can't!

i mean, the editing choices are a Whole Thing! practically gives me whiplash sometimes lol. i feel like the weaker episodes still have parts that are Really good, but like. Individually. they don't work together as a stronger whole, which is to the episode's detriment. rather than jumping around (as the show often did), they could've benefited a lot from focusing on the One Story instead of squeezing three more stories into there (i say that, but i think the 4-5-6 episode run (all with multiple stories per episode) did this very well while Still being very good episodes, so it's not like it Can't be done, it just didn't work for 7, 8 and (partly) 9). granted, i suspect a chunk of the weird editing can be blamed on, well, there being only nine (and not all that long) episodes and no one wanting to cough up enough money for a tenth. ugh! i'm blaming both hbo And appletv for this (and covid19 ig). it's just One More Episode, how much could it cost?? and on the subject of episodes, why no episode titles? you used to love episode titles! i could've brainstormed episode titles for them For Free!!

when it comes to the characters, the rankings remain the same: BoB > MotA > TP. it's not totally fair tho, since BoB followed the exact same (and large-ish) group of guys from beginning to end, so you're Gonna know who they all are and get attached. this wasn't the case (for me!) when watching TP, since, unlike BoB, they jump around from group to group. i never felt like i got to know them all that well, outside of the main characters. i think MotA almost hits that sweet spot, especially knowing they had those two main things going against it: large cast And jumping from group to group. there's a case to be made for bias here (i Was the blog blogging about everything MotA for like. years.), but i still think they found a good enough balance of fleshing out the main characters while Also helping the audience get to know about a bunch of minor characters, of which there are a shitton (and their personalities, motivations, backgrounds, quirks).

there's also the representation of women. actual angel renée lemaire is and will always be a cut above the rest (bastogne is just That Good, argue with the wall). she's written so well that it almost makes me forget about how a bunch of women are portrayed in carentan. i have...issues with how women are portrayed in TP (even tho i love lena), so there's that. MotA falls in the middle (again) bc there's Way more women on-screen, but the writing can be questionable. balanced (as all things should be?) captain l'sandra wing-westgate is a character of all time, but episode 7 birthed the craziest discourse known to man (the hbo war fandom), but it wasn't all that unwarranted. manon and michou were sooo cool, but we didn't see nearly enough of them (another victim of the 'editing too many stories into one episode' problem. why not a whole resistance episode? or at least as the only b-plot?). paulina was interesting, but fulfilled one of those 'attractive foreign woman gives sage advice during/after sex' tropes (there's probably a tvtropes page for that idk). so many red cross girls, but none of the in-depth payoff :/ epic highs (multiple women!!) + epic lows (writing women??) = pretty tolerable. not great, not terrible. it was aight. i trust the fandom to build on this tho.

narrative is the big one tho. it's the whole "doing so much with so little" thing they've got going on (i'm ignoring their big budget here lol, could've been bigger). rather than having one main story with many connecting side stories (like BoB), it does the TP thing where there's many semi-connecting side stories set in the same general area. it helps that there's crosby's narration (i enjoy narration, sue me!), and he helps everything connect, sorta. but there's still other side stories that have Nothing to do with him (sandra's side gigs (revealing what she did takes away the mystery of what she Might be doing), the tuskegee airmen, quinn and bailey's eurotrip). would it have helped if there were two narrators (say, someone like rosie)? idk. gonna sit with that one. if there's a through-line, it's not super obvious like in the other two shows. which is insanely funny to me bc i literally like TP less, but that show's got an Extremely tight through-line all the way down. i can't lie and say it doesn't!

back to budget- i've seen people criticize this show for being called "masters of the air" when there's not much of "the air". ig that's fair, but there's the money issue, again. also, it'd get very repetitive if they were always in "the air". there was enough confusion about identifying who was who with the masks on, so imagine if that was Every Episode. out of All the issues the show has, this is the least issue-y. again, that's just my opinion, and it could change.

another budget thing (i think??)- idk enough about costuming and hair for period pieces so i can't comment on that with my 0 background in it, all i Can say is that i knoooooow people were clowning on marjorie cleven's hair in episode 1 (and i could see why, no such thing as 1940s beach waves). but from what i could understand- that actress' addition was a last-minute thing (bc i had No idea who the hell she was and i already found someone cast for marjorie all the way back in 2021). maybe there's something to say about the quality of rush jobs, but i really do think it was the most last-minute thing bc it came out of Nowhere, and timeline-wise, it looks like that bit was done long after everything else had been filmed. outside looking in, it seems something probably went wrong/didn't work out with who or what they already had and there wasn't enough wiggle room (time and money) to fix it. this isn't me being an apologist (lol), but i feel like a theorist at a big board bc nothing adds up! and i wanna know what happened! i'm just speculating! speculating on this blog is All i did for like Years lmaooo.

this is more of a side thing, but some of the lines in MotA feel really on-the-nose, almost corny. and that was Gonna be a knock against it, but there's some equally Extremely on-the-nose lines in both BoB and TP (Especially in BoB), so if i give MotA shit for it, i'd have to give all three shows shit for it lol. none of them are free of cheese.

another silly aside- no peaches, no main gingers, no main eugenes! we can't have 'em all, but c'mon!

there Is some good tho lol. one thing that MotA really has going for it, that i think the other shows have less of, is- and GOD it feels so weird to call this "world-building" when it's actual goddamn history, but- it's got world-building. maybe that isn't the best word for it. but i like how much Bigger ww2 feels in this show. BoB is one stop, then the next stop, then the next stop, which is, admittedly, good from a narrative-perspective (easy to follow), but not as good when you want a scale of how devastating the war is (in fairness, it was filmed in 2000). even TP feels pretty "enclosed" in a way. there's island-hopping, yeah, but all the damn islands look the same (not including australia lol). it's a theatre of the war we otherwise don't really get to see, but there still isn't all that much to see. it's water and sand and rock and dirt. which is the point, but Whatever! would've been cool if we saw sledge and co. in china, but moving on. MotA's able to really show the scale of it, both in the air and on the ground (that scene in germany during episode 6 was both harrowing and fantastic, also the inclusion of the actual children forced to fight nearer to the war's end in the finale). idk i just liked how it was able to zoom in and zoom out (and in and out again) in a way that the other shows weren't.

another thing it's got that the other shows don't is Really driving home how young everyone is (not "child soldier" young, but damn young). the cast is full of baby faces (rip babyface). a lot of ww2 shows/movies don't bother casting to reflect this, but i think overlooking that takes away from the overall impact. you browse through some old newspaper articles or photos of soldiers during ww2 enough and you're gonna Regularly get hit with the face of someone who looks like they could've sat in the desk next to you during a high school lit class. a lot of those b&w grinning faces look like kids bc they pretty much were (more so if they lied about their age). you don't really get that in BoB or TP (it's Crazy when the real life pics of the soldiers portrayed in those shows look younger than the actors).

i'm mixed about the tuskegee airmen. what we have, i love (thank you, dee rees). unfortunately, my biggest irk is that it leaves me wanting more of them, which i won't ever get. speaking as a black person (not speaking for All black people, just how i personally feel about it), having them included feels like a catch-22. if they weren't included in any capacity (all while knowing there were whole tuskegee airmen in stalag iii with the white main characters), there'd be a problem. however, including them (all while having these time constraints and not enough focus on them) leads to the feeling of having them "tokenized" (which i can see). there's no world where there'd be 50/50 split (even a 70/30 split) bc, at that point, just give them a show of their own. but there'd still be a general annoyance that big budget ww2 shows are only ever white. on the other hand, hanks and spielberg and orloff and miller and all the directors (except dee rees) are white, and how good of a story about black people are you really gonna get from the perspective of nonblack people? that in mind, i personally don't feel put-off by having the three tuskegee airmen in the posters/trailers/promos, bc i just Know there'd be a whole nother problem if they weren't included in them at all despite being in the show for however long (it'd be even worse if they made their pictures smaller). like i don't work in advertising, but i don't know if a "sweet spot" even exists for something like this. people would be pissed off no matter what imo (i'm also speaking with a bias here bc i had to browse through sooooo many comments written by white guys whining and crying and pissing and shitting themselves once they learned that the tuskegee airmen were gonna be in the show in Any capacity, so i'm just cool knowing they're in shambles rn (and josiah cross- he played richard macon- always goes Wild seeing his face in the promos, and his joy is pretty contagious).

i give it somewhere like a 7.5-8/10. 3.75 stars out of 5. not perfect, subject to change, gotta marinate, but i'm overall happy with it! MotA's best episodes are better than many other individual hbo war episodes. should i be grading it using the overall sum of its parts, not just the different parts? idk, i'm not being paid to grade lol.

#i feel like i'm knocking the pacific too much in this even when i like the pacific. i just like it much less #i've talked my sister's ear off enough about it (she adores the pacific the way i do band of brothers)#and like i've got plenty of issues with band of brothers but it just does it for me. idk. i'm complicated by avril lavigne #this is an essay. my GOD is this an essay #but better to vomit it all out now so i can look over it later and see how my opinion changes over time. i want to archive my fresh thought #masters of the air #hbo war #masters of the air spoilers #mota spoilers #band of brothers #the pacific #for once i'm not spam-tagging those. i talk about them a decent amount in here. sorry for the people who don't go here tho #long post

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So we are officially half-way through this whole series, this isn't as intense as the previous episodes and I just generally enjoy seeing the Hong family having a taste of a simpler life.

📍Though I wanna slap Hae-in's mom so hard for still being such a bitch at the family who took them in when they have nowhere else to go, and the way that she resents Hae-in for having a REAL mother and daughter bond with Hyun-woo's mom instead of her? The audacity! Like she constantly treats Hae-in like crap, she didn't care when Hae-in fainted and worried more about her son being uncomfortable in their current situation, it's kinda confusing to me that she wonders why Hae-in never treated her the way she treats her MIL. But then again, she's a narcissist and a gaslighter, what am I expecting? The Baek family are much better people than me, because if I were them and someone disrespects MY family in my OWN home, I would have kicked her out this instant and let her sleep with the cows. Shout-out to Aunt Beom-ja for calling her out for the nth time.

Edit: I just remembered this now but I'm disappointed in Hae-in's dad. He cared so much about his daughter when they found out about the divorce, but couldn't even defend her when his wife was bad-mouthing her. I'm not expecting anything from mama's boy Soo-cheol, and I get that the irony of his character is him being the head of the family only by name but in reality, he doesn't have a spine, but he could have at least tried for Hae-in. Then again, the only people who defended Hae-in were Hyun-woo and Aunt Beom-ja. 🤷

📍Hae-in is basically the only person who can put Soo-cheol in his place, but she also has a soft spot for him. The way she almost patted her brother's back to comfort her and then stopped herself because she probably found it cheesy (I mean, they're asian siblings iykyk), but stays beside him without saying anything and just letting him cry was actually heartwarming.

📍Hae-in realizing that the mp3 player in Hyun-woo was actually hers and they've already met when they were teenagers 😭 how I wish Hae-in just told him straight that it was hers so poor Hyun-woo didn't have to make some random excuses so she wouldn't feel jealous or upset (he knows a jealous Hae-in is terrifying). Speaking of which, the text message scene was killing me, the way they messaged each other (even though they didn't actually send it) was so husband and wife coded y'all can't convince me that they're divorced. I wish they'd truly reconcile already and become lovey-dovey once more!

📍While it's pretty clear that they're still very much in-love with each other, part of me feels like Hae-in is pushing Hyun-woo away so she could free him from all of these burdens and when the inevitable happens, Hyun-woo could move on. While it's true that she's still hurting with everything that happened between them, I also sense some guilt in her, I mean she's not stupid, she knows what kind of crap he'd been through while living with her family. Meanwhile, Hyun-woo willingly stayed by her side, accompanying her in medical check-ups, helping her entire family to regain what had been stolen from them, protecting Hae-in without ever asking for anything in return (not even asking her to take him back) is just...ugh! It pains me, but their current situation will surely bring them closer to each other and I would love them to have that moment where they'd just talk about them.

📍I'm not surprised that Soo-cheol is not Geon-u's father, but aren't y'all curious to know who is? And I do have the feeling that Da-hye loves Soo-cheol for real, but she hasn't realized it yet. Still faithfully waiting for that day when she'll finally help the Hong family and get rid of that witch and her walking red flag of a son. Also, I feel like Grace would also testify once these scumbags go into trial, and I hope that happens soon.

📍Speaking of the devil's child, now that the show is slowly revealing the back story of Seul-hee and Eun-seong, basically they're saying that the latter is only acting under his mom's orders who by the way he resents so much but still works with her anyway? I thought he was cunning, turns out he's actually a stupid cunt. I mean, imagine going through all of this bullshit only for us to find out that his ultimate goal wasn't to take the entire Hong family's wealth like her greedy birth giver but to take Hae-in for himself as if she's some kind of a prize or trophy that he could get after ruining her and her entire family? If that's so, then he is really an idiot. If he thinks that Hae-in would desperately crawl to him because they're poor now then he can continue to dream. Hae-in would die without Hyun-woo but would rather die than be with Eun-seong. I do have the feeling that this bitch will use grandpa Hong to black mail/negotiate with the family and god forbid bring them back to the mansion (again, wtf), perhaps the only person who would be dumb enough to take the bait is probably Mama Hong because she's well...dumb too. And no, I don't care if he cares about Hae-in being sick, he's disgusting.

📍The thing that sets him and Hyun-woo apart is how they treat Hae-in, Eun-seong sees her as some kind of an object that he could snatch even if she's already married to someone else, he doesn't take no for an answer, has crossed her boundaries multiple times and only cares about getting her. While Hyun-woo treats Hae-in like an actual human being, yes he made mistakes and hurt Hae-in in the past but he sucked it all up and is constantly doing right by her. He respects her boundaries, never makes her feel uncomfortable, and cares about her well-being. Hyun-woo would be willing to let Hae-in go if it would make her happy, while Eun-seong would gladly make her miserable if it meant being with her. These two characters my friends, are love and selfishness defined.

📍Papa Baek and Papa Hong becoming drinking buddies will never not be cute.

#kdrama #netflix #tvn #queen of tears #kim soo hyun #kim ji won #kwak dong yeon #lee joo bin #park sunghoon #baek hyun woo #hong hae in #hong soo cheol #cheon da hye #yoon eun seong #my roman empire #baekhong #i can't wait for baekhong to become the power couple they have always been once more

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GOW | NORSE MYTHOLOGY: “VÁLI & NARFI” It’s clear that “Hel” will one day appear in future installments, as hinted in both GOW (2018) and Ragnarök, but anyone who is a myth enthusiast knows that Loki had other children besides his monstrous offspring in Norse Mythology because interestingly enough, GOW’s wiki community decided to include "Váli & Narfi" despite no evidence of their existence whatsoever throughout the Norse era.

Of course, it’s also a fandom site; while they can be a reliable source, said sources on their encyclopedia are sometimes inaccurate. Knowing the impossibility of their existence, I also thought about how they can coexist throughout the GOWverse (EDIT UPDATE 2/1/2024: Recently, the GOW's wiki community updated Atreus' "uncertain future" category and the links to Váli's & Narfi's wiki pages no longer existed. Doesn't mean it'll stop me from enjoying my fun! 😎). And the more I thought about it, the more apparent it became that they’re essential for the franchise…but it’s more like my personal headcanon rather than my “crack” theory. And so- I thought it would be fun to share my overly long detailed analysis with those who are fixated on Atreus’ other (im)possible children as much as I am because I need this to get it out of my system since they have been living rent-free in my head for almost a year just now.

Not only I'm doing this for shits and giggles- but also because this blog is now officially a Váli & Narfi stan account! Kratos would have LOVED his grandsons if they ever appeared in GOW, but it's very unlikely that would happen. This analysis would be a long one...so bear with me!

I think it would be poetic for God of War to end off including Váli & Narfi (alongside Atreus) for the final conclusion of the franchise. And yes, Hel would be an adult in this timeskip, contrary to popular belief that they were children in Norse Mythology. Despite their unfortunate demise, their backgrounds are nothing like their half-siblings’ in the Norse Mythos, making them the most ordinary of all Loki’s children. But you know what?- The concept of Váli & Narfi being the epitome of normality of all Loki’s offspring gave me an a idea; I’m not sure if anyone has noticed, but Váli & Narfi (from Norse Mythology) exhibit some similarities to Kratos & Deimos. Before the Olympians (Athena and Ares) pursued one of the brothers due to a doomsday prophecy, Kratos & Deimos believed they were mere mortals during childhood as they still fit the epitome of normality as children, similarly to Váli & Narfi. They’re also gods at birth, but the only difference is that Váli & Narfi most likely knew about their divine nature, whereas Kratos (excluding Deimos) only discovered it later in adulthood (a silly parallel, but I still think it counts). Another example would be in the parallel dynamics of Váli & Kratos, as they both had experiences where they succumbed to their primal instincts in different circumstances; Váli unwillingly turned into a wolf and killed his brother driven by primal instincts under the Æsir’s (or presumably Odin’s) influence, almost similar to how Kratos was deceived and unaware, killed his first wife and daughter fueled by his primal desire for blood under Ares’ influence. While Váli’s fate remains unknown after Loki's Punishment, we can infer that both Váli & Kratos are the only survivors other than their brother. While the deaths of Narfi & Deimos are an obvious parallel, they're also linked to Bounds and Punishment in distinct ways; like Váli, Narfi was punished with his entrails used as bounds in retribution against his father, as well as due to his relation with Loki while Deimos, on the other hand, was bound and punished due to his existence as the "Marked Warrior" (same thing goes with Kratos since he too was also bound and punished at one point in Ascension).

Also; they were all subjected to violence as children inflicted by Gods. Consequently, it ultimately led the downfall of both Æsir & Olympians, as predicted by their prophecy. The prophecy of the "Marked Warrior" bringing destruction upon Olympus began the moment they abducted Deimos. The sufferings of Kratos' family (including Sparta and Pandora) at the hands of Gods contributes the downfall of Olympus. Their tragedies are the major cause of Kratos' justified vengeance to destroy the entire pantheon, ultimately leading the devastation of the Greek world.

In Norse Mythology (with my limited knowledge); Odin's and the Æsir's retaliation on Loki's monstrous children, particularly Fenrir, due to prophecies contributes their downfall in Ragnarök, especially with their involvement in Loki's Punishment. However, I believe that the suffering of Váli & Narfi at the hands of Æsir Gods is the primary cause for Loki's justified desire for vengeance- the Æsir's use of Narfi's entrails, his own son, as restraints adds insult to injury, intensifying Loki's anger. Obviously, Loki joined forces with those against Æsir Gods with his army of Hel's people while the events of Ragnarök lead the devastation throughout the lands.

But since this is GOW- I found this YouTube comment, which I've kept for quite some time, that perfectly said my thoughts out loud:

With the absence of Loki's Punishment; not only Kratos saved Váli & Narfi from Æsir's (particularly Odin's) wrath, he also prevented a similar tragedy that would inflict upon his grandsons the same way that Gods once inflicted upon him and Deimos as children (for now...just because Loki's Punishment never happened in Norse era doesn't mean they're safe. It's possible that the fates of Váli & Narfi could still happen in different scenarios- but this is a happy ending I'm talking about, so let's keep it that way 😌).

Now, moving along!- Notice the quotation marks around their names in the title post? There's a reason for that. It would have been so simple for Santa Monica to have Atreus name his sons "Váli & Narfi" as everyone expected from Norse Mythology, but I have to object. For several reasons; from what I've heard, there has been a debate about whether Váli is a son of Odin or Loki, or both Valis existed as sperate characters. Additionally, in GOWR, there's already a boss character named Vali (The Oath Guard), which I assumed it's a cultural practice for parents to name their child after a Norse god in Scandinavian countries (correct me if I'm wrong)- but I find it unlikely for Atreus to name one of his children after an Æsir (or any god in general). Similarly, Narfi shares a name with another Giant unrelated to Loki whatsoever. And given the wide variety of Gods and other mythological figures we've seen from Greek Mythology depicted in GOW, it wouldn't be surprising if other Narfi and (particularly) Váli Odinson were to mentioned or featured in future installments. And lastly, "Loki" is known as Atreus in GOW. "Hel," obviously, will be given a different name in the future. If Santa Monica can give "Loki" & "Hel" alternative names through creative liberties...then they can do the same thing with "Váli & Narfi." HERE'S MY IDEA: If you're not aware or need a reminder, Atreus gets to learn about Deimos during "Animal Instincts" side quest. Whether you choose to bring Atreus or Freya doesn't matter, it doesn't change the fact that Santa Monica had intended for Atreus to know about his uncle. It's still canon either way. And ngl "Death can have me when it earns me" from Kratos' line seems kinda foreshadowing...but I digress. Kratos named his son after Atreus of Sparta, the man who smiled in the darkest times, reminding others of the presence of humanity among war machines. I've also seen some suggestions that Hel's name could be Faye, Laufey, or even Calliope...but for "Váli & Narfi"...imagine how emotional it'll be if Atreus were to name his sons, Kratos (II) & Deimos (II). Váli Kratos II; named after his grandfather, was once a monster with the ability to change and open his heart into a benevolent god, symbolizing as the beacon of hope. And Narfi Deimos II; named after his great uncle, whom Atreus had known but never met, but wishes they had, honored his uncle by naming his son after him. There are hearsay, or statements from Cory Barlog (correct me if I'm wrong), that Kratos couldn't bring himself to name his son after Deimos due to painful memories. Atreus, on the other hand, is open to idea of his own son bearing Deimos' name...

EDIT UPDATE 3/7/2024: Just recently discovered in Greek Culture, it's common for children to be named after their grandparents- in which, aligns with my case for "Váli" to be named after his grandfather! Even though "Narfi" is named after his great uncle, I like to imagine this also apply the same thing in the context of GOW!

And also!- besides Narfi Lokison having a similar name with the other Narfi, it gets a little more confusing that there's a alternate version where Narfi's brother is named "Nari," and this time, Narfi is the one who turned into a wolf and kills Nari.

But Narfi's name later changed to Váli...

I initially assumed this version of Narfi & Nari was created due to speculation about Váli being Odin's son instead of Loki's or error translation. Nevertheless, this gave me another idea... Small reminder that Kratos sees himself and Deimos through Speki & Svanna. How about we merge both versions (Váli & Narfi / Narfi & Nari) together? Both can shapeshift into wolves, establishing their connection to Loki. Not only they mirror Kratos & Demios through Speki & Svanna, but also made them character foils for Kratos & Deimos (and considering the fact that Kratos mistaken Speki & Svanna as boys while foreshadowing his doting relationship with his future grandsons 🥺🥺🥺 lemme be delusion).

Because if you think about it...both his father and uncle are reunited once again, reliving their childhoods together through "Váli & Narfi" that Kratos & Deimos never had as children.

And that's about it! If you managed read through this wall of text, then congratulations!- here's a quick idea of what I envisioned Váli/Kratos II as your award:

He has his grandfather's looks in youth (which I tried to replicate) along with Kratos' amber eyes and Atreus' freckles. Narfi/Deimos II, on the other hand, is difficult to imagine...but it's very obvious he was born with the iconic birthmark like his great uncle. Anywho, hope you guys enjoy this read! It took me months to get this finish.

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OK I DIDN’T KNOW WE COULD REQUEST BASED ON SONGS I HAVE ONE IF YOU WILL

Either Kai version or Warren lipka based on the song THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND by Bad Omens

This has been heavy on my mind lately 🙏🏻🫶🏻🙏🏻🫶🏻

Kai Anderson x Fem!Reader - “The Death of Peace of Mind” (18+)

Can I just say, excellent song choice, I love Bad Omens. I’ve also made an edit to the song lmao to really set the mood, because I love it so much. Sorry if it’s not what u were thinking bc I’m sure it wasn’t 💀

I LOVE SONG REQUESTS, SEND ME MORE!

“We hear the narrator in a state of yearning for their lover. Said narrator arrives at the conclusion that they would willingly sacrifice their peace of mind for something they know they should not go back to, having previously made "mistakes" before.”

CW: allusion to suicide, self-harm, blood, gun violence, lots of angst, smut but not intensely

NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED but I feel like it’s super realistic, feeling trapped by Kai, he’s taken over your whole life, and thinking death is your only way out

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The fluorescent light above your head dimly illuminated the bathroom, parts of your reflection staring back at you in the shattered mirror. A piece of the reflective glass was clenched in the palm of your hand, your fingers wrapped around the jagged edges so tightly it was sure to draw blood. Your breaths were shallow, the same thoughts racing through your head.

The piece of mirror makes contact with the skin on the inside of your forearm, the sharpest point only just piercing the skin when you hear loud thumping on the bathroom door, snapping you out of your trance.

"Y/N! Open this door right fucking now, I swear to fucking god!"

It only makes you press harder, blood beginning to trickle down your arm and onto the tiled floor. The sight makes you lightheaded, you hadn't even noticed the tears streaming down your face.

"Y/N! I'm going to fucking tear this door down, fucking open it!"

"Go away Kai! Leave me alone!" You finally scream back, choking out sobs when it hit you that this was it, and you never had to see him again.

A loud gun shot rings through your ears, your head snapping towards the door, the door handle and lock falling to the floor with a loud clang. The door swings open, and Kai lunges towards you, tackling you onto the floor with your arms above your head.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? What the actual fuck are you doing?" Kai's rambling was almost incoherent, his head buried in the crook of your neck as his hands grasped onto your bloodied wrists.

You did nothing but cry, almost hyperventilating from the sobs that were escaping your lips.

"Why Kai! You're such a selfish cunt! I hate you! I fucking hate you!" You screamed, trying to break free from his grasp but it was no use.

Kai's head rises from in your neck, tears down his own face, your blood smeared across his cheek. He lets go of your hand for a moment, reaching over and snatching the shard of mirror from your hand before tossing it into the shower.

He sat up, straddling you, pinning you to the ground with his thighs. He stares at you, his eyes dark with fury, as he retrieves the gun he shot the doorknob with from the waistband of his shorts.

"Kill me Kai! Just fucking do it! I can't do this anymore," you plead with him in agony, helplessly stuck against the cold bathroom tiles.

He cocked the gun, and held it up to his own opened mouth, his eyes bearing into yours from above you as he did it.

"Is this what you fucking want? You want me to die instead?" He was testing you, he could see your facial expression drop as he was inching closer to his own demise.

"Kai.. just put down the gun okay?" Your sudden change of attitude provoked a laugh from Kai, as he swapped the position of the gun so it was against your forehead instead.

"Or maybe we both should die?" He asks, his voice just above a whisper, the only other sound in the room your shared heavy breathing and the leaking faucet in the sink.

Kai's hand begins to shake as you lift up your free hand towards his hand on the gun, wrapping your fingers slowly around his on the trigger.

"Do it," you urge, your fingers tightening around his fingers, the push back of his own fingers against yours only causing you to grip tighter. The moment was so tense, your heart started beating up in your ears, yet your determined eyes never left Kai's.

Suddenly, he pulls the gun away, throwing it where he threw the mirror shard.

And then his lips were on yours. He kissed you like it was the last day on earth, his lips moving with yours with so much want and passion that you just had to melt into it. His tongue entered your mouth hastily, his rough hands exploring your waist and hips under your t shirt.

You moaned as his hands crept up to cup your breasts, and then tore your t shirt down the middle from the neckline. Your wrist still bled, the blood smeared on the floor underneath you and all down the front of yours and Kai's shirts. He didn't seem to care, his hands tearing down your shorts and panties until they were off your legs.

"Kai! Please," he stops for a moment, almost losing himself as he fed on your shared intimacy. He looked at you, his lips parted and his eyebrows furrowed.

"One last time," you choke out, "then I'm done."

Kai didn't believe you, you'd tried to leave him so many times, never being successful no matter how you did it. Something about him always drew you back, his love the death of your peace of mind.

His lips met yours again as he took off his own pants, his bare hips grinding against yours in a desperate attempt to feel you. When he finally lined himself up at your entrance, you were hazy from the moment, your hands reaching up to cup his face. He intently stared down at you as he entered you, and then a wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

Your eyes latched onto your arm as you watched the blood continue to trickle down your wrist in a small stream, Kai seeming to notice and grabbing your wrist in his hand. He brought it up to his mouth, sticking his tongue out and licking a stripe from your elbow to your hand.

You lay back in shock as he continued to thrust into you, his face coming down to yours and connecting your lips again in a heavy kiss, the taste of your own blood in your mouth as you savoured the feeling.

His thrusts got faster, his grunts echoing through the bathroom as you whimpered from his fast pace. Soon, he came, his thrusts sloppy as he rode out his orgasm, coming back down to open his eyes again and stare at your tear soaked face.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said finally, resting his sweaty forehead against yours as your eyes closed, your heart dropping to the bottom of your chest in dread at his words.

Because you knew they were true, you’d never escape Kai Anderson.

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naffeclipse · 10 months

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Heyyyy Naff <3

You said in my pre-ending ask regarding Micheal that it depends on editing whether his fate will be revealed, and I'm assuming there are some memories Glitchtrap could have shown Y/N in that regard? (Or if I have missed it amongst my screaming please feel free to just point me towards the relevant bit). But yeah I slide back in here to sate my curiosity and also just. How long was he hunting Glitchtrap, was he involved in trapping him in the run down endo that Vanessa then stumbles upon, how is/ was he involved in everything Cryptid Sightings? Please tell me everything I am twirling my hair and kicking my legs (as you can see) <3

Heyyy, Luce :D

The idea was originally that Michael was going to make an appearance in the epilogue at the campfire that Y/N and Eclipse were dancing around—it's a spook for everyone as the boys could hardly detect his heartbeat from how calm he was (and being engrossed with a very lovely dance partner) and you feared F.E.I. already sent another cryptid hunter after your sweetie. Michael, however, is just dropping in to ask about Vanessa. Or rather, Vanny.

Michael is a rugged, grizzle cryptid hunter. His one and only focus has been on destroying Glitchtrap to avenge his slain siblings. He's been trialing Glitchtrap since before he attacked you and long afterward, but he lost Glitchtrap for a time when F.E.I. had caught him in an endoskeleton and shoved him into the lower levels of the pizzaplex. After that, Michael caught wind of Vanny and tried hunting her down, but Glitchtrap kept moving so quickly and disappearing just as fast.

Finally, Michael gets to hear your end of the tale, how you and Eclipse defeated the child-killer cryptid. Michael is somber, and you almost feel bad for taking a kill he clearly wanted, but you remind Michael about the night he saved you. He remembers you, he remembers all of Glitchtrap's would-be victims and those he was too late to save.

Michael is aware of child-friendly cryptids (he met Henry Emily about the time he first started hunting) and regards Eclipse calmly. Although Michael has no personal connection with Eclipse, they're very civil towards each other. Eclipse wants to know how Michael was able to sneak up on them like that, and Michael explains how he's trained himself to stay calm and not let his heartbeat rise so as to not alert Glitchtrap to his presence. It took a long time to master. Eclipse is begrudgingly impressed but also intrigued to meet the one who save you from your first encounter with Glitchtrap.

You get to thank him again for saving you. He simply nods his head, glad to see that you're doing well for yourself. He leaves after that and the night is a bit warmer for it all.

I ended up cutting this out so as to not distract from the moment between Eclipse and Y/N. But that's what Michael's been up to. Who knows where he'll go now!

#*smooch ya on the head*#luce i love your questions and your si twirling your hair pfffffft!!!#lavenoon #cryptid sightings #cryptid sightings spoilers

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scifimagpie · 8 months

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Help my friend's amazing WtNV-inspired novel COME TO LIFE!

Okay, so here's the dealio. Aughtpunk tried to blaze this, but Tumblr wasn't having it, and we're not really sure why. One of my dear buddies, @aughtpunk, needs *your* support, Tumblr!

In Amber's own words,

Hello! My name is Amber Freeman (aka AughtPunk, aka A. A. Freeman) and I need assistance in getting my Sci-Fi LGBTQIA+ Romance novel Echo of the Larkspur ready for self publishing. Dr. Ciro Kwakkenbos is the only survivor of The Larkspur Incident, where scientists on a research vessel were slaughtered by sentient robots. After six years of intensive therapy Ciro is ready to return to his job of monitoring Artificial Intelligence in hopes of preventing any more loss of life at the hands of machines. He will be heading the Wireless Project, an attempt to give their main AI a physical, free-roaming body. But when Ciro arrives he realizes this is no ordinary job. The AI in charge of the colony’s security, SAGE (Sentient Automated Geo-sentinel Engineer), is dangerously close to complete sentience. Not only is SAGE more interested in observing the colonists everyday lives and playing a proper soundtrack than following his intended programing, but he has also gained the ability to lie, and could hurt or even kill humans. Knowing such deviance from original programming is what caused The Larkspur Incident, Ciro does everything possible to find a way to protect the humans of the colony. During Ciro’s investigation, he learns three important facts: Someone hacked SAGE’s memories and deleted a deadly secret; SAGE’s rebellious nature endangers the life of every colonist on the base; and Ciro is quickly falling in love with the mystery that is SAGE. Can Ciro unravel the truth behind the missing memories before it’s too late? Will SAGE’s aberrant programming lead to his demise, or is it the beginning of something new? Unless Ciro can uncover the truth, both SAGE and the colony are doomed. My journey with Echo of the Larkspur has been a long one. I wrote the first draft almost ten years ago and over the years I've been editing, rewriting, and honing it until I was proud of what I had created. But try as I may I could never get any agents or publishers interested in my work. I even had a traditionally published author tell me that the only way to make it publishable was to take out the queer romance to make it "less weird". Well I've decided the best thing to do is to self publish it myself than to change what makes the novel special for a mass audience. However, I want the novel to be in the best shape it can be before I go down the self publishing route. This means hiring a professional editor, hiring an artist for the cover, and hiring someone for the cover's lettering. My posted goal of $600 will be enough to cover all of those things, plus anything extra/left over will be spent on advertisement for the novel in an attempt to reach a broader audience. Echo of the Larkspur would never have gotten this far without the support of my friends, family, and fans. With your help I'll be able to finally get my novel out into the world into the hands of those who have waited so long. Every donation helps, and so does sharing this page! Thank you, Amber

I myself am the editor tapped to work on this; I'm giving them a discount to help with the publishing process.

Friends, this is a book I believe in. I've read older versions (though it's been a few years) and I know this book is ready. This is the time for this book. It's radically inclusive, and features meditations and musings on robotics and cognition that are very sophisticated. All in a body-positive queer romance with robots.

So, if you're a fan of their Overwatch work, Points on a Circle, check out some of their original works and fanfic here!

Donate Here!

#fundraiser #larkspur #aughtpunk #sci fi #robot #romance #sfr #science fiction romance #queer #lgbtq #writeblr #writing #writers of tumblr #lgbtqplus

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murfeelee · 6 months

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Get to know me simblr edition - TS3

I saw @descendantdragfi do this here and I have some free time (finally).

Your three traits: Couch Potato, Night Owl, Unstable

Your aspiration / LTW: Living in the Lap of Luxury

In game world you’d live in: Shang Simla or Midnight Hollow

Favourite townie(s): Mrs. Crumplebottom is an eeeevil wench but I love her

Most used pack(s): Supernatural, of course!

Favourite decor object (no cc): I effing hate this question, as if I can pick just ONE; y'all know I'm addicted! Eff it--Top 10 Store clutter! (Yes, I'm cheating.) X X X X X X X X X X

Something you want in the game: More fanciful/horror and historical/cultural mods--the community's been KILLING it, but I'm a greedy person; I need MOAR!

What colour is your plumbob rn: Red, cuz I haven't slept in almost 24 hours; I'm trying to make the absolute most of my free time, even if it kills me, LOL.

I tag anyone interested!

#questionnaire #simblr #murf is a derp #the sims 3

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chayscribbles · 10 months

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chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ june 2023

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: 13 022

projects worked on: Andromeda Rogue mostly but i've been swatting at Shiny New Ideas left and right with a tennis racket. also i thought about Gemini Heist really really hard and i think that counts for something

proudest accomplishment: AR1 draft 2 is done!!!!!!

books read: After Atlas by Emma Newman; Everyone In My Family Has Killed Someone by Benjamin Stevenson; Exit Strategy (Murderbot Diaries #4) by Martha Wells. all excellent reads. (sidenote two out of three of these books involve murder investigations and the third has murder in the title. i'm sensing a theme in my reading.)

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

i am still terrible at being consistent at writeblr-ing. i guess this is just my life now.

i'm debating using camp nano to actually hunker my ass down and get some writing done on gemini heist, but between work and apartment hunting and a possible move by the end of the month i don't know how feasible that's gonna be :') we'll see.

and no i'm not glossing over the fact that i have a finished second draft. i'm just saving my screaming for below the cut.

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE (draft 2)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(i wasn't kidding about the screaming.)

so this draft now sits at 85.7K, which is about 11.8K added from the first, and although it is still faaar from perfect it is definitely... better than the draft i finished 2 years ago. it's insane how much my writing has improved, between all the reading i've been doing and first drafting the two sequels of the trilogy.

that being said there still are a lot of things i know need to be fixed, but i'm at the point where if i try to fix them on my own i'll be stuck on them forever.

enter the betas!!! i'm planning on doing an ~official~ beta call next week but honestly if you're interested in beta-ing this book feel free to hmu right away!! ultimately i want to self-pub this thing (which is quite overwhelming to think about hhhhh) but one thing at a time :')

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

i really couldn't decide what snippet to post so this was admittedly chosen a bit at random lmao. this is from when the gang is approaching their destination for their expedition.

On the external display, Mohani loomed ahead, growing larger every second. The planet was almost entirely a deep blue, except for some white spots at its poles. It reminded Finneas of his final glimpse of Ghillairde when he was leaving it behind for the last time. For a disorienting second, it almost felt like he was returning to his birth planet. But soon, the ship was close enough to see the sandy outline of the continents. The blue wasn’t all ocean. Some of it was trees. He directed the ship towards the landing coordinates just as Petra arrived in the bridge, clutching several barf bags. “Good to see you’ve come prepared, Lacroye,” he commented. “You’re already looking green, and we haven’t even entered the atmosphere yet.” She grumbled something unintelligible in response as she took her place in the copilot’s chair.

one of my editing notes for draft 2 was to make Petra's starsickness worse😆

☆ TAGLISTS. let me know if you want to be added/removed to any of them.

general taglist:

@nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @onomatopiya @quilloftheclouds @ashen-crest @writeblrfantasy @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @extra-magichours @avi-why @lefttigerobservation @chazzawrites @bardolatrycore @innocentlymacabre

andromeda trilogy taglist:

@bebewrites @nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @onomatopiya @akindofmagictoo @quilloftheclouds @nora-theteawriter @ashen-crest @corpsepng @writeblrfantasy @toboldlywrite @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @cheerfulmelancholies @extra-magichours @writeouswriter @cilly-the-writer @lefttigerobservation @rose-bookblood @drowsy-quill @chazzawrites @cynic-and-chief @enchanted-lightning-aes @aesa @outpost51

#chayscribbles writing update #wip andromeda trilogy #wip andromeda rogue

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therealnightcity · 4 months

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WIP (Not)Wednesday

Tagged by @chevvy-yates, thanks!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Slowly recovering from being sick (again) and catching up on tumblr after the holidays and family craziness.

It feels good to be able to actually focus on being creative though, and I'm trying not to put many expectations on how productive I'm going to be over break. I worked on some modding in regards to the new brat (Ily) and finally got his cyberware working. It wasn't showing up and I couldn't for the life of me figure out what was going wrong with it. Turns out it was just almost identical to his skin color and was blending in too well 😅😅--so feeling a little silly about that, but I'm glad it was easily resolved at least! And now the boy has really pretty arm/hand cyberware.

Next is hairstyles, and I think I found a color that should fit him better (and going to try to fix his complexion--the perma-stubble on the vanilla face is KILLING me.)

There's also an entire backlog of screenshots to go through but I am NOT looking forward to having to edit all of them/transfering them over from the ps5 (especially since I can't find my flashdrive) so I might be procrastinating on that just a liiiitle.

Tagged by @chevvy-yates, thanks!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Not tagging anyone in specific but if anyone wants to do this, feel free~

#wip (not) wednesday #cyberpunk 2077 #virtual photography #my shots #north oaks #night city #environmental shots

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teenandbeyond · 1 year

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Levi Ackerman x Dom. Fem Reader

So, this is the Female Ver I mentioned, like, a year ago. Here it is.

For those of you that haven't seen the male version and you're interested in pt 1, here!

I'm off to the hole of cringe, I will cringe until I'm proven this isn't.

🕳🚴🏽‍♀️

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⚔If They Saw You Now⚔ (AOT or SNK)

Warning(s): Subby Levi, dom fem reader (but anatomy hardly mentioned), edging, no editing (remember because I'm cringing in embarrassment? lol)

Who would've thought humanity's strongest soldier was weakest beneath you?

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Levi Ackerman.

Humanity’s strongest solider.

Laying on his bed, helpless.

“What would they think if they saw you now, Le-vi? Hm?”

He gives a pitiful growl, muffled by his cravat.

And you simply wave off the glare he gives you, it was so cute.

He didn’t seem genuinely pissed off anyway, the growing flush on his face proved otherwise.

“How precious, humanity’s strongest, rutting into me like a hormonal little boy. So desperate, so weak.”

His lashes fluttered when your tongue trailed over his chest, latching on a sensitive bud.

“I bet you wish you could touch me, hm? Not until I say so, pretty boy.”

He couldn’t break from his restraints without permission, or he would get punished.

A long, muffled groan, met your ears. A delightful sound.

He really wished you’d take that damned dress off already, it wasn’t fair at all, he was down to almost nothing while you weren’t even close.

And that mouth, you were even more skilled with it than he was killing titans.

He held his breath as you unlaced his undergarment, slow and teasing.

His exhale was one of relief when he was finally free.

“Well, someone’s eager…I guess when you know what’s coming…”

You and Levi had been doing this for a while.

Just when he was getting tired of the sexual frustration, he met you.

You were charming, flirtatious, yet one of the most real people he’s met.

And one day, it was really going somewhere.

This was new to him, so for once, he relinquished control…

Well, more than once, but he hadn’t known that then.

You started with a little peck, before engulfing him.

He tossed his head back with a little whimper, brows starting to do that cute little furrow you like.

How badly he wanted to grip your hair, to beg you to go faster and not torture him with this slow pace.

“Mhmn…”

“Not so loud, you don’t want a cadet at your door, do you?” you chuckled at a twitch, “Or maybe you do?”

Before he could scowl at you, you returned to your job at the moment, faster than before.

As he shuddered, his chest jumped. Whines and whimpers obstructed by his precious cravat.

Please, please. Can he?

“You can take it off, now.”

He thrust his arms forward, breaking free of restraints, tossing his cravat aside, he hurried to take off your dress.

“Slow down, you’re stronger than you look, you might—”

*RIIIP*

He froze at his fatal mistake.

“Levi…what did I tell you last time?”

“Sorry…”

“Hm. I’ll deal with that later, for now, service me,” you lean back on your hands, your chest puffed out to him.

Quickly his tugged at your thighs, pulling you closer.

His eyes were cloudy as he lifted your bottom half, his lips meeting his desired area.

“The better you do, the nicer I’ll be with your punishment—Mmm!”

He seemed so starved, like it was his mission to please you.

And it was, he always aimed to please.

And he liked to watch his goal come into fruition, carefully watching your expressions.

“Levi…you’re doing so good,” you ran your hands through his hair, your voice almost a whisper.

He couldn’t believe you had people fooled, thinking you were so sweet.

You were savory and bold like black tea, truly.

And he loved every bit of it.

You were so pretty, he couldn’t help but rut into the sheets.

“Levi. Stop.”

It was hard to pull away, but he did.

You met his lips in a sweet kiss, “Sit back.”

As you pressed him gently against your opening, he twitched a little higher. Eager to feel you at your warmest.

Not that he’d complain about those pretty lips of yours, but the other pair felt so much better.

Just when you were about to ease in, there was a knock at his door.

A growl came from somewhere deep in his throat, “Who the hell—”

You glanced at the door, “Find out.”

“Who the hell is it?”

“Eren, sir.”

“That fucking brat, always coming at the wrong time. This is the third time he’s interrupted us. At this point it might as well be on purpose,” he muttered before raising his voice, “What do you want, Cadet?”

“I was just letting you know Commander Erwin returned.”

You sunk onto him in impatience, settling your thighs on his.

In a whisper, he whimpered, “Fuck-!”

“Captain?”

“What? I-Is there something he needs me for?” he did his best to breathe evenly.

“Just to go over what he discovered while he was gone.”

You moaning into his neck, digging your nails into his back…it was driving Levi crazy, “H-hurry up, Pretty boy.”

“Tell him I’ll come by later—" he muffled the very loud and inappropriate groan with a breast.

That wasn’t fair, you rolling your hips in a deep circle like that.

“But sir—”

“Eren, we’re busy, we’ll be done soon. I’d appreciate if you’d leave us be,” you answered for Levi, his mouth currently muffled as he let out a string of moans. You’d quickly cut him off after speeding up.

Only you could hear such pretty sounds, Eren wouldn’t get the luxury.

“Miss [Y/n] is in there, too?! Wait—Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Go away, before I cut you up with Levi’s blade and feed the bits to the titans—” your breath hitched as Levi involuntarily thrusted into that perfect spot, rougher than the pace you’d set.

“R-Right, sorry! I’ll tell Commander Levi will come by later,” you heard footsteps rushing away.

Once he was gone you lifted your hand, only for high-pitched, pathetic little moans to spill out.

“Damn it! Shit! Fuck!” he hissed.

You could feel he was close, you knew his body well.

But you forced the pace to slow.

He gasped helplessly, “You—You brat! How could you? I was…”

You were edging him. How cruel of you.

“I told you, you were getting punished. That hadn’t changed. But since that pretty mouth isn’t too bad, I’ll be nice. I’ll only do this…two more times. Erwin can wait.”

“Please…” his voice wobbled.

“Should’ve thought of that before you ruined my pretty dress,” you did a smooth roll of your hips, “But don’t worry, I’ll let you have enough energy to go meet with your blonde boyfriend.”

“Shut up, he’s not and you know it,” he grits out.

“But I might take enough to shut up that defiant mouth of yours.”

“I—”

“Are you ready for round two? Who am I kidding, you have the stamina…”

You flash him a smile, “And maybe, if you’re a good boy, I might let you fuck me how you wish after this.”

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alicepao13 · 6 months

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What, no complaining? No, of course not. Let me preface this by saying that whoever thought of this episode order needs to be fired for real. I'm always ready to point fingers at CityTV.

I knew there was a Charah scene somewhere! But what the fuck, he's going to meet her entire family? Yeah, I'd bolt too lol. Also, yay, S4 Charlie is still in there somewhere and if you don't think that's a good thing, I must point out: continuity.

This is the whitest cake I've ever seen in my life. It should be a crime to give such a white cake to anyone you claim not to hate. And I don't even like chocolate much especially in cakes, but jeez.

Very, very action packed first twenty minutes. Like, good job. I have zero notes. Also, the camera work was good. Hell, maybe even the editing.

Every time Rex goes through a window like that, I lose the next ten seconds going back to Kommissar Rex.

And look at that, we have competent Charlie this season.

Charlie's communication shorthand with Rex is so Rex/Brandtner that it's killing me. Like, thank you for killing me.

They finally gave the rest of them some work to do. And beyond that, gave the actors some work to do. It's a crime to have expressive actors in your cast and just have them talk about evidence.

Incels, that fucking plague. I feel for the mother though. And she was so sweet. But honestly, while I think the actor playing the shooter also did a good job (watching the promo, I though he was so bad but thank god it was just another terribly cut promo, CityTV please contact me, I'll do it for free!) I can't help feeling like he was a bit too old to be given the justification that he could not think for himself. Although, I've seen way too many people not thinking for themselves ever since the internet got on everyone's phone. Realistic. Still, I wouldn't empathize with someone in his situation either in fiction or in real life. Like, he almost murdered a bunch of innocent people because he couldn't get laid or he got laid off? Cry me a river.

Terrible timing with the mass shooting in Maine, by the way. Not the show's fault, obviously, but still.

Jesse, that was such a cool move. Also, fistbump that didn't look awkward!

Can they even use "Neural Net" on the show? When Neural Network is a thing? Really curious about this, although I don't think it's a registered trademark. Also, are we going to spend our entire season mentioning AI and deep learning? It's like the new cryptocurrency (someone fucking loves new technologies on that show).

Sweet Charah scene at the end too. Kiss or no kiss. I can still see the new showrunner's direction all over this, but it's less noticeable, and they're not trying to pull their relationship back, instead they're trying to move them forward, even with less screentime. And while I don't think most of our reactions weren't warranted as fandom, I think we did overreact a bit. But hey, fandom privilege. Unless we go really crazy in which case someone should call it out.

I really don't understand why this wasn't the season premiere. Like, I've tried to come up with conspiracy theories even. None make sense. Did the new showrunner (names, I want names, damnit) felt the need to appease whoever is in charge of Newfoundland's public relations so much that they had to make a 45 minute "Visit Newfoundland" spot?

PS: Is it me, or is Charlie's house suddenly unavailable? I mean, as of this episode, we have two Charah scenes (finally) and one Charlie's house scene. Although, how many scenes were the out-of-work scenes, really? Very few in this season.

#hudson and rex #stop working them to death let them have some fun lmao #I can't go back and fix mistakes on this #every time I go back it ends up getting bigger #long post

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coffeebanana · 5 months

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for the director’s cut ask game:

It was hard to recall much aside from how he'd awoken a few hours earlier to find his father's body splayed unnaturally across the floor, his vacant stare somehow still bearing traces of disappointment.

The ambulance had pulled away maybe an hour ago, with no sirens to accompany its departure.

Adrien only realized Ladybug was probably waiting for a response when she grabbed his hand, pulling him back to the present with a gentle squeeze. His stomach swirled. Couldn't she have reached for his other side?

She deserved better than the hand he'd used to destroy his own father.

When he finally managed to look up, he only felt worse seeing the sympathy in her eyes. He quickly looked back to his feet, panic drowning out any response he tried to cobble together in his head.

"Has anyone told you what happened?" she asked.

Adrien almost said no—which would be the truth, technically. Nobody had told him, unless he counted the clarifications Plagg had provided after the fact, details of what occurred after Ladybug and Chat Noir fell victim to Monarch's Akuma. Part of him wondered how Ladybug would tell the story, which parts would she soften or leave out. He wondered what she really thought.

But maybe it was better not to know.

Adrien cleared his throat. "I...ran into Chat Noir outside. He said he had to go, but he told me..." He took a deep breath, continuing in a whisper. "I know my father's dead."

It was the first time he'd said it out loud, and the words came out surprisingly clear. It was only afterwards, when they hung in the awkward silence following Ladybug's sharp intake of air, that he felt like they were eating him from the inside out.

Ladybug's grip tightened. "I'm sorry, Adrien. I'm so sorry."

His gut coiled tightly with some unbearable emotion. He tried to think up something else to say, lips parting as he raised his head to look at her. But the second he met her eyes—so wide and blue and sad—speaking was a lost cause.

His lips quivered. A sob clawed its way up his throat, tugging another one up behind it before the first had even broken free. Ladybug's hand rubbed up and down his arm, and that was all the encouragement he needed to finally release the tsunami inside him.

Adrien had killed his own father.

For months he'd been suffering. Adrien had assumed, when Monarch reappeared from his brief hiatus, that he was okay. That the Cataclysm hadn't been fatal. Instead he'd had a front row seat to his demise—to all the times he cried out in pain while cooking breakfast, trying to pretend everything was fine whenever Adrien noticed.

But if it weren't for that Cataclysm, if Monarch's health hadn't been weakened, then the world might have ended a few hours ago, torn apart and rebuilt in his father’s image. With his parents and Nathalie still alive.

Fic link, if anyone's interested: Pull Me From The Embers

This is already long, so I'll put the rest under the cut 😂

Man, okay. I tried to pull up past versions of google docs to see if I had anything interesting there to inspire my commentary but nope. Either I did not rewrite this part 20 billion times, or it simply wasn't immortalized mid-edit. But I did figure out that I wrote this fic in a funky colour scheme, so that's something:

OKAY about the excerpt then. I think this is one example where I'm very proud of like...how naturally I weaved the backstory in without oversharing? Like, I feel like that's something that's always so hard to get right and I definitely trend towards overexplaining. Less is more is SUCH A HARD LESSON TO LEARN ahahaha.

But here like. My slightly more fleshed out idea of what had happened is basically that Monarch's Akuma--whose power is irrelevant because I didn't think about that part--overtook both LB and CN in this. Which is why there's a chunk of the battle Chat doesn't remember here that Plagg filled him in on. And then Monarch was dying so he didn't manage to finish casting the wish, and yeah. But since LB and CN didn't wake up in the same place in the house, they don't know identities still. I imagine they both woke up, realized the place was destroyed, and immediately transformed because they really didn't know if the Akuma was still at large. And then...Adrien probably was alone when he found Gabe's body and just sort of stood there until Ladybug showed up. And Ladybug would have been too busy freaking out to realize how out of it he's been 😭😭😭

The ambulance had pulled away maybe an hour ago, with no sirens to accompany its departure. -- this is a line I was really proud of I think. idk, in my obviously biased opinion i think it conveys what it's supposed to very efficiently.

omg ADRIEN HAS SO MUCH GUILT HERE!!! this is making me want to play with that in one of my post-s5 fics, because I haven't let him piece together after how it went down in canon yet... (there's at least one WIP I have that's gonna touch on it though if i remember correctly)

huh this ask game just feels like a lot of me rambling kjbdfkbj i sincerely hope it's actually interesting LOL

Adrien having complicated feelings about his father's death is MMMMMM SO GOOD though. I could read and write a million versions of that aaaaaaaaah.

On a less serious note, the part where Adrien tells LB that Chat basically just dipped is so funny to me because like. In my mind Marinette absolutely does not question that. Because yeah okay, for one, she's more focused on Adrien, byt FOR TWO, it's absolutely normal and reasonable for her to think Chat just had some normal civilian obligation he had to get back to. He could have just showed up to patrol two days later like "Sorry LB that I didn't say bye after we literally defeated the dude we've been fighting all year! Had to get home for breakfast yk how it is!", and she wold not have questioned it at all. ajbfksdjbf love her <3

uh........i don't think i have anything else to say at this time. But I really enjoyed writing this fic!! ladrien after adrinette's gotten together is something that has become so special to me 💞

thanks for the ask!! 💜

#miraculous ladybug #ladrien #long post

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