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#tj: i am dying !!
p4nishers · 4 months
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oh. mobius loving loki as death loves everything. he's been here since the beginning of time and his work is all he's ever known and he spends eons watching variants get pruned and he feels like the only one who cares. then he meets a definitely-not-analyst who knows him and is desperate for him to say that he knows them too and even after they erase his memories over and over he remembers it deep down and he dedicates himself to loki variants and feels sad, is sadness when they get pruned. no there's no justice or comfort, there's just the tva but he cares the most about ppl dying, he cares so much about loki's fate and he sticks his neck out several times just so they can live and it's making me think of death taking no pleasure in his job. of death knowing there's no such thing as justice and hating the world for it anyway. you must learn compassion to be death. mobius loves like death.
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tirednotflirting · 10 months
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happy succession finale night from my apt where i will watching Alone but that does mean i don’t have to share my snacks
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tojiscumdumpster · 28 days
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ toji fushiguro x his favorite customer (revision)
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✧ summary toji has a little soft spot for his favorite customer that he can't get enough of.
✧ content warnings reader is a black woman who uses she/her pronouns. chubby!reader and inexperienced!reader. rich girl in her midtwenties, very needy! usage of profanity, standing missionary, oral - m!receiving, doggy style, mixture of praise and degradation kink, breeding kink, unprotected, creampie and squirting, terms of endearment ─ pretty girl, princess, baby, baby girl, etc. softdom!toji with rough, passionate, and filthy intercourse. told in first POV ─ toji's. i got reader calling toji TJ, and i think that’s so cute pls.
✧ author's note happy birthday to my baby daddy toji fushiguro! we've been going strong now for years. just a little something something to celebrate him. this fic has been in the drafts since December. talk about black people time, old sksk. also, if you already seen the original of this fic on tumblr, it's mine lol. this is just a revision, so don't go around saying i copied someone! my writing has changed so i wanted to redo this and add some adjustments. i hope y'all enjoy. support me by reblogging, liking, and commenting your thoughts. ♡ AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS AND/OR MINORS - DO NOT INTERACT.
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 When it comes to women I fuck, I treat them the same because at the end of the day, they pay me good money to stuff their pussy with cock. 
 Don’t really care if they're married either. I usually get the old, desperate broads that aren’t getting any attention from their husbands at home, so it’s my job to make them feel good for the night. 
 I don’t do favorites. 
 I damn sure don’t give discounts. 
 And I definitely don’t get attached. But the moment I met Y/N that all changed. 
 My favorite customer. 
 Never did I expect a younger woman to pay me to get fucked, especially when she looks that good. 
 I’m almost positive she has a line filled with fuckers that’s desperately wanting to know what this tight, wet pussy feels like, yet here I am, living their fantasy. 
 I fucked Y/N once. 
 Then, twice. 
 Then, again.
 And again.
 And again…
 If I didn’t know any better, I’m fucking obsessed with her. Can’t even say it’s just for the money she’s paying me. Probably the best pussy I ever had.
 No. 
 It is. 
 So fucking warm, and she takes dick well, too. I usually give only an hour or two to my customers, but for Y/N? I reserved the whole night to relish her pussy. 
 The perfect fuck to end my day. 
 Those soft, sweet-sounding moans that slipped through her full brown and pink lips, having my previous cum shot staining them had me running wild. 
 But it seems like I’m not the only one who’s sex drunk. 
 Cock is all on Y/N’s mind right now. Whimpering and crying how big I am and thanking me for giving her dick. Tears pricks those chestnut-colored hues and I’m in fucking awe. She’s so damn pretty. 
 “You know how gorgeous you look taking cock like this? Being a good fucking slut for me, princess?” I ask, being met with a nod and her moaning in response. 
 Y/N’s pussy talks to me. Wet noises spreading throughout the room while I have my arms hooked under the fold of her knees, fucking her recklessly to push past any intrusion. 
 She’s jumping with me every thrust I make, causing her tits to bounce obnoxiously. I take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck on them like it’s my last dying breath, hearing that sweet whimper. 
 I belong in Y/N’s pussy, and she belongs to me, too, the way she’s gripping my cock and milking me. All of her cream and wetness drips between us and down my balls, and it feels fucking amazing. Every time I experience her velvet walls, I find myself becoming more animalistic, hungry and territorial over someone who should only be seen as a client. 
 But fuck, something in me says I would go batshit crazy if I ever found out she had other motherfuckers experiencing this. 
 Knowing how she looks when sweat coats her beautiful brown skin. How it feels to stretch her out and make her adjust to you. Just thinking about it makes me pound into her deeper and more aggressively. 
 “Toji, baby, yes. This feels so good,” she purrs. “Like that. Keep fucking me like that.”
 I hum. “Yeah? This is what you wanted, right? Paid me to please this good pussy?”
 By all means, Y/N isn’t a virgin, but she told me she doesn’t have much experience and I can tell by how tight she is. 
 Our sounds of pleasure resonate in the air, and I call her my good girl, praising how perfect her pussy is, to be met with her squeezing me and watery brown eyes. 
 “Toji… Toji… Yes. God, yes.”
 “Keep using your words, pretty girl. Tell me how much you love my dick in your pussy,” I ordered softly.
 “I love it so much. It’s so big, baby,” she tells me, slurring her words because of her lips still being on mine. “You’re going to make me cum.”
 I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. “Not yet. Come taste yourself.”
 Without hesitation, Y/N slides down to her knees and starts sucking my dick. I hiss at her swallowing me and the warmth of her mouth. She doesn’t take her time when sucking me off, immediately circling her head and throating me. 
 “Hot fucking mouth made to suck dick, huh, pretty girl?” I firmly grabbed her chin so she could look at me. “Eyes up, sweetheart. Open up your throat for me like a good girl.” 
 Y/N hollows her cheeks and bobs her head fervently on my dick, tightening her lips around me. 
 She sucks dick so fucking good, better than any other woman I’ve been with. And I just know I’m bound to bust quickly if she keeps doing this shit. 
 My hand finds the back of Y/N’s head to grip and I buck my hips deeper into her mouth, ensuring I hit the back of her throat everytime. I’m a fucking mad man when I begin fucking the gorgeous face, especially when she’s looking up at me with those big brown eyes. 
 A spoiled brat, prim and shy, who’s spending daddy’s money to get fucked and folded by an old bastard like me. Think I fucking developed a kink for this type because of Y/N.
 I pumped into her mouth more aggressively until she began choking and gagging on my cock. Drool and precum coating her mouth in the process. 
 Any type of control Y/N tries to take, I push past it because I want to use that pretty little mouth of hers how I want. She needs to get her money’s worth when fucking with me. 
 “Going to fuck my cum deep down that throat of yours, and you’re going to swallow it. Got that?” She nods and I softly tap the side of her face. “That’s it. Keep those lips tight around me.” 
 “Toji, pl—please,” she slurs, causing me to chuckle. 
 “Hm, look at you. Trying so hard to talk to me while sucking my dick. It’s cute.” I slow down my quick thrusts, but replace them with more fervent ones, pushing me and her head down until my cock outlines her throat. 
 My balls grow heavy and obnoxiously slaps Y/N’s chin, a clear indication I’m about to fucking cum. 
 Grunting, whining, gasping like a little bitch for air because head like this has a fucker like me sounding like a broken mess. 
 Blood rushes to my groin and I start getting sloppy, feeling my muscles tightening and ache burning between my thighs. I’m close, so fucking close to filling her mouth with my release, then I can finish fucking that fat pussy. 
 Everything about this damn woman is perfect. Her pussy. How she sucks cock. That fucking chubby and curvy body of hers. A pretty face with loaded cash.
 Yeah, she’s definitely mine after tonight. And I’m talking about anything lovey dovey. Meaning if I catch her being a slut like this to anyone else, I’d kill that fucker. 
 No hesitation. I-
 “Y/N, fuck!” I grunt while cumming in her mouth. This load is fucking heavy, but she’s trying her best to swallow every drop. 
 I groan at the sight of Y/N touching her tits and palming her pussy, knowing how much she’s turned on, too. It’s like the vibrations of her moans pulls more cum out my fucking dick.
 A mess I made on her face, but the joyful lust I see in her eyes tells me she doesn’t give a damn. 
 Good, because I’m not finished with her. 
 “All fours on the bed. Now,” I demanded. “Still gotta fill up your pussy.”
 Perfection is what I think when I see Y/N from behind, arched back, ass in the air and pussy dripping, ready for me to fuck. 
 I force an arch in her back and plunge my cock in her tight little pussy with one deep stroke. Y/N gasps in the air and I take the opportunity to pull her up by the throat and start pounding her cunt. 
 Why the fuck is she so goddamn wet? She takes cock well, bud shit, I abruptly slip out each and every thrust. 
 “Keep me inside that pussy, baby girl. Stop fucking letting go,” I gritted in her ear. She reaches behind her to hold my dick and push back into me with a tighter grip. “Hm, just like that. So fucking good to me, aren’t you?”
 “I need more dick, TJ. Fuck me harder, baby. I can take you,” she moans. 
 Begging for cock she’s already paying for… Shit, I get a kick out of how pathetically sexy she sounds. 
 I repeatedly slammed into her wet cunt, thrust after thrust, pussy creaming even further than before. If it’s one thing I can listen to for the rest of my life, it’s how Y/N sounds when she’s being fucked. 
 My name drips perfectly from her lips.
 Our skin smacking fills the air in the room along my hand striking her ass until I guarantee it’ll bruise in the morning. 
 “Look at this fat ass moving when I pound into this pussy. Fucking beautiful,” I growled.
 “Toji, please. I… I don’t care how much… I’ll pay more. Just keep fucking me like this.”
 I chuckle. “Atta girl.”
 I see why motherfuckers catch feelings when fucking pussy. I almost feel tempted to tell Y/N that I love her while fucking her. She has pussy that’ll make a fucker crazy… Possessive… Jealous.
 I applied more pressure to Y/N’s throat and pulled her against my chest. “You know who this pussy belongs to. Right, princess?”
 “God, yes, Toji. You… it belongs to you.” Her voice comes off as a faint cry and I know she’s on the verge of cumming. Especially with how her pussy is pulsating around me. 
 “Mhm, that’s right. Dreamed of my fucking dick pounding this tight little cunt, now I have you mindfucked. Huh?” I pinch her nipples with my free hand and increase my thrusts. “You’re about to come for me. Aren’t you, Y/N? I know you are. I can feel it. You should see the mess your slutty pussy is making between us.”
 “Fuck, I didn’t mean to, baby. It’s just… you feel good. So fucking good,” she whimpers, bouncing her ass back into me to meet with my thrusts. 
 “Maybe I should have you clean it with your mouth. Hm?”
 I release Y/N’s throat to shove her face into the bed and deepen her arch more than before. My single hand returns to her hips to grip, pulling her round ass back on my cock to kiss her center. 
 Can’t get over how wet—how tight and warm this fucking pussy is. The harder I fuck her, the louder her pussy gets and I grunt, curse underneath my breath at hearing the sound of her muffled moans. 
 I don’t give a fuck if one of us catches feelings after this. Actually, I want her to. I want Y/N to be dick hungry only for me. 
 I want her pussy to smell like I’m the only fucker that’s been running through her. I’m even fucking tempted to breed this pussy just so she’s mine.
 Why the fuck would I want to have sex with any other women after knowing what Y/N feels like? 
 “You take cock like a fucking pro. Look at you gripping me. Look at how this pussy is mine.”
 She spreads her ass cheeks to feel every inch of my dick. “Fuck me, Toji. Harder. Fuck me harder, I’m about to cum.”
 “Shit, me too, sweetheart. Such a perfect fuck toy. Going to fill you all the way up,” I rasped. “Fuck me back. Keep taking this dick.”
 My thrusts are sloppy. I throw my head back and swear into the air and moan her name. My balls grow heavier and heavier until I fucking but and empty my cum inside her pussy. 
 And she’s right there with me, crying my name and thanking me for giving her toe-curling orgasm. 
 Fucking enjoy hearing my pretty girl thank me for giving her cock. She just looks so damn pretty when she cums, too. 
 Dark brown skin sweating. The sight of her ruined makeup with mascara running down her cheeks. Moans sounding like a broken record. 
 Yeah, she’s a perfect fuck. 
 My favorite customer. 
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devastator1775 · 11 days
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How to deal with your teenage daughter while also dealing with a virus
“Are you sure I don’t need to come over and take of you?”  N – or rather: N in the little box in the corner of Uzi’s vision – asked.
Uzi rolled her eyes – the little video call box rolled around as well -, quickly followed by a coughing fit. She couldn’t help but to feel endeared by her husband’s concerned look.
“I’ll be fine, N.” She assured, waving her hand in a dismissive manner. “It’s just – “
She started coughing again. She grabbed the bottle of vitamin coolant off the table and quickly took a large swig. She slammed the bottle down, wiping her mouth. “It’s nothing.”
“You caught a virus, Uzi.” N emphasized. “Just let me tell the guys there’s an emergency at home and-“
“N, you’re a leading figure in the Copper-9’s Planetary Security Force. You can’t just leave. Besides, it’s only for a few more hours ‘for your shift ends.” Uzi reminded him. She resisted the urge to giggle when she saw his sad expression. “I’m feeling fine, you big goof. I’ll be bright as snow in a couple of days, you’ll see.”
N stared her down, his expression frowned, but after a few moments he let out a relented sigh. “Okay, I’ll yield, but if you start to feel worse-“
“I’ll call, I promise.” Uzi giggled. “Now get back to work, honey.”
N smiled. “Okay. See you tonight.”
“Can’t wait.” Uzi replied, smiling brightly as she waited until N would end the video call. The moment the little box vanished from the corner of her vison, she let out a long groan and let herself fall backwards on the couch. Her processor felt like it was gonna pop out of her visor, the way it was aching. She didn’t like to lie to N, but he already could be such a worrywart on normal days – even if it was something she loved about him, the silly man. It was true she was gonna be fine in a couple of days, but she was far from feeling anything close to fine right now.
Honestly, she felt like crap.
It was a new type of virus that had been popping up with mostly the newer generations of Worker Drone frameworks. It wasn’t anything dangerous – in fact, it was pretty much harmless – but it would wreak havoc on a drone’s primary systems, like heating regulations, coolant regulators, fluctuating energy surges and involuntary steam discharge in the nasal sensors.
Basically, it was the Drone’s version of what humans would call ‘having a severe cold’. A patch was being developed to help combat this, but the effectiveness wasn’t anywhere near being perfect. It had 50-50 percent chance of catching on, and even then there was only a 30 percent change of successful deletion of the virus.
And it seemed that Uzi had all the bad luck with the patch she was given.
She groaned again, reaching behind her head to fluff up the pillow. The sound of the door opening and slamming shut caught her attention, followed by a grumbling female voice.
“-stupid homework, stupid TJ that won’t stop flirting with me, stupid-“
“Nix?!” Uzi called out. “Something wrong?”
“Mom?” the voice answered in surprise. A young female worker Drone peeked her head into the living room. Uzi and N’s 16-year old daughter: Nicole “Nix” Doorman. Her straight silver hair with streaks of dyed fuchsia reached to her shoulders and seemed to dance with every movement she made. She wore her favourite jacket – which coincidentally and “totally not by choice, dad” looked like a shorter version of her father’s trademark fur collar coat. She wore Uzi’s old necklace around her neck. Her warm amber eyes looked surprised at her mother, which quickly turned to concern when she noticed the state Uzi was in.
“Mom, what are you doing here? You look sick. Are you sick?” She let out a frightened gasp. “Am I gonna be sick? You’re not gonna die, right? Where’s dad? Is he coming home soon? Can you help me with my homework later?”
“Nix, calm down.” Uzi couldn’t but laugh at her daughter’s antics. “Gosh, I swear, you inherited too much of your father’s code. The two of you are so much alike sometimes.”
“Should I take that as a compliment or do I need to go ‘angsty teen mode’?” Nix asked, but the glint her visor betrayed her amusement.
“Take it as a compliment, I don’t have the energy to deal with moody teenagers anymore for today.” Uzi joked.
“So, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just caught that new kiddie virus at work.” Uzi replied. “Got a bit to careless around the sick kids at the clinic and, well, you see what happened.” She rolled her eyes at her daughter’s concerned look. “You’re showing your fathers code again, sweetie. I’ll be fine in a couple of days.”
“You sure?” Nix asked, wringing her hands together. “I mean, you look like crap, mom.”
“Thank you for your brutal honesty and yes, I’m sure.” Uzi smiled reassuringly at her daughter. “My anti-virus software is a bit outdated, so it’s taking a bit more effort for to fight it.”
Nix took a step forward, but stopped herself. “Uh, it’s not contagious, right?”
“No, you’ll be safe, Nix.” Uzi reassured with a warm smile. “The clinic has given me their latest version of the med-patch, so at least we won’t- OOF.”
Nix had thrown herself into her mother’s arms, giving her a tight hug. Uzi smiled softly, caressing the young drone’s hair with one arm, while returning the hug with the other. “So, how was school?” Uzi asked. “Was it as bad as your grumbling made it seem?”
Nix let out a frustrated groan – Uzi immediately felt like she was looking at her younger self – slouching backwards on the couch. “Just the usual. Class felt like going on, like,  forever; some classmates find it so funny when I’m eager to answer the teacher’s questions; and oh yeah, I called the teach ‘Auntie Liz’ again.”
“Well, she is your aunt, Nix.” Uzi shrugged. “Honorary or not. I’m sure Lizzy found it quite endearing.  And what was I heard you say about TJ?”
“Like I said: ‘the usual’.”
Thad Junior, better known as TJ, was a young drone who went to the same school as Nix and had recently developed a bit of a unreciprocated crush on her. He was quite adamant to show her his affect, despite being a few years younger than Nix. It was actually somewhat cute. Uzi chuckled, which even intensified when her daughter shot her a look of betrayal. “Sorry, dear. Is that boy still so hung up on you?”
“Yeah, and no matter what I say, it won’t go through that thick cap of his that I am out of his age range.”
“You want me to talk to his father for you?”
Nix bounced her feet up and down, almost like she was considering the option. She let out a sigh. “Nah, it’s fine.” She answered. “TJ is annoying, but he’s a good kid. But he needs to realize that I don’t even…”
Uzi noticed how her daughter’s voice trailed off and the way she was kneading her jacket. “Nix?”
Nix sighed, giving her mom an exhausted look. “Being a teenager who’s still figuring herself out stuff is hard…”
Uzi smiled warmly at Nix, gently placing her hand on her daughter’s cheek. “Believe me, it is hard.” She pulled Nix against her, her core purring as the latter snuggled up against her mother. “But you got a good head on your shoulders and loving parents to help you whenever you need or want it. You’ll figure things out, Sparkplug.”
She gave her daughter a final squeeze and proceeded to shoo her off the couch, covering her mouth as she felt another series of cough bubble up. “Now, I need to rest and I believe I’ve heard you grumble something about homework as well?”
Nix’s shoulders dropped. “Yes, mom…”
“But before you do that, could you be a dear and heat me up some vegetable oil soup?” Uzi asked as she laid herself down on the couch.
“Sure thing, mom!” Nix answered enthusiastically with a salute – a near spitting image of N, Uzi noticed. She spun around and made her way to the kitchen.
“Oh, and could you add a shot of gasoline?” Uzi asked, grinning. “Don’t tell your dad, you know he doesn’t like it when I drink …without him.”
“’kay!”
“It’s un-“
“Under the cabinet with the family pictures, behind the box with Grandpa Khan’s lucky wrench, I know!” Nix froze, like someone who knew she had said a bit too much. “Oh ..cr-“
Uzi slowly sat up, her gaze slowly turning towards her daughter. “Nix, how do you know where your dad and I keep our liquor?”
Nix slowly turned around, a sheepish grin on her face and digital beads of sweat running down her visor. “Uh…”
“Answer your mother, Nicole V Doorman.” Uzi commander sternly, but calmly.
“I …know …because ….I …tried some?”
“You what?!”
Nix squeaked. “Before you get mad, we only tried a shot of the bottle of Lighter Fluid Cider, and –“
“Who’s we?”
“Eep…me and Avery…”
“Avery too? Nix …” Uzi facepalmed, feeling a headache coming on. “When did this happen?”
“Okay, okay, it was a couple of weeks ago, when Aunties V and Liz were looking after me while you and dad were on your date but it was actually Avery who found it – I told them she shouldn’t be snooping around, but you know them - and they asked their mums if they could try it, and Auntie V said ‘sure, you’re old enough but only a little bit’, so actually you should be mad a her, and- and -and …
Uzi held up a hand, shutting Nix up. “Me and V are gonna have a serious conversation about this…” She took a deep breath. “Have you since then drunk it again?”
“No, I didn’t really like it.”
“And nothing of the harder stuff?”
“No, honestly!”
“Have you considered it?”
“…uh, once or twice?” Nix answered truthfully. “BUT I DIDN’T-“
“I believe you, I believe you.” Uzi quickly said. She crossed her arms, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh.
“Am I in trouble?” Nix asked nervously. “Please, don’t tell dad…he’s gonna give me those sad eyes he does whenever he’s disappointed in something.”
“Oh, believe me, your dad is gonna hear about this.” Uzi assured. She couldn’t help but smirk when she saw her daughter stammering and trying to come up with a reason why he shouldn’t know. She sighed. “However …considering V and Lizzy said you could and were when it happened, and it was something light as that ….I’m just glad you didn’t go for the hard stuff.”
“Avery tried, but Auntie V caught her before she could take a sip.” She chuckled nervously. “She’s normally so …mellow. I didn’t know she could get angry like that….”
“Oh, she can….” Uzi gave her daughter a stern look. “Listen, you’re 16 years old, and I’m not gonna pretend I never did anything stupid at your age.”
“Yeah, I heard the story of how you and dad met, mom.”
“Really not the time for sass, missy.”
“Yes, mom. Sorry, mom.”
Uzi couldn’t help but grin. “What I’m saying is ….if you feel like trying something stupid …I rather you’d do it at home, where me and your father can keep an eye on things, than out there, okay?”
Nix smiled. “Okay, mom.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
“Attagirl.”
“Does that mean I could try some magnets?”
“Don’t push your luck, Nix.”
“Kidding, kidding.” Nix let out a sigh of relief, presenting her mother a wide smile. “How about making you that soup, eh? I mean, if you still want it….”
“That’d be great, Nix.” Uzi replied with a soft smile, which quickly turned to a stern expression. “And then: homework.”
“Yes, mom!” Nix disappeared into the kitchen, humming a cheerful song. That was another thing that showed she was truly N’s daughter as well: her ability to just …deal with certain situations quickly. A whole lot better adjusted than Uzi was at that age.
Uzi sighed and while Nix was busy in the kitchen, she opened up her internal texting app and started sending messages to N.
U: [N, you’ll need to come up with a few extra chores for Nix this weekend.]
N’s reply almost came immediately.
N: [Oh no, what did she do? Not the trash compactor again?]
U: [No, not that. I’ll tell you later, but I dealt with it for now. We’re gonna need to have a talk with V and Lizzy, though.]
N: [Oh, boy…]
U: [As for Nix, I already put the fear of robo-God in her, so try to go easy on her.]
N: [Uh-huh, of course you did. (sarcastic)]
Uzi giggled silently.
N: [Okay, see later. Give Nix my love, will you?]
U: [I will. Say ‘hi’ to Dad for me.]
N: [‘kay. Bye! ;-)]
U: [Dork]
N: [Short]
Hubby has left the chat.
Uzi bursted out in giggles, making a curious Nix pop her head out the kitchen. “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, just your dad.” Uzi replied, a sly grin forming on her face. “He sends you his love and says that you’re are in heap of trouble, young lady.”
By the smirk that was forming on Nix’s face, Uzi could tell she wasn’t buying it. She let out an exaggerated wail, falling on her knees and threw her hands up in the air. “Oh, why, cruel Robo-Jesus, have I both been blessed and cursed with attentive parents who want nothing but the best for me?”
“And the award for best performance goes to-“
The two ladies started laughing. Nix scrambled up, dusting off her legs. “Anyway, the soup is heating up on the stove and I’m gonna get started on my homework. It’s about “The rise and fall of JCJsenson” and its connection with Copper-9’s independence.”
“Oh, you better get started, then.” She shooed her away with a smile. “Go on, off with you.”
“Going!” Nix spun around and walked in the direction of her room. “Just yell if you need something!”
Uzi smiled warmly as she watched her daughter disappear from sight. She had no doubt that Nix would be better than herself and N combined. With a heavy sigh, she laid back down again, her head still aching.
She hated being sick. That virus could bite her.
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pinkrangerv · 7 months
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So I was rewatching Power Rangers in Space for like the fiftieth time because I was diagnosed on Fark.com with 'weapons-grade autism' and I am very proud of this (also, I need to make a hat).
And I noticed something.
During Karone's arc, when she discovers who she is, we aren't supposed to be cheering for TJ and the Space Rangers.
At the point she goes onto the Megaship, it is very clearly established that she is 1) brainwashed 2) constantly being threatened with death and 3) being abused by Dark Spectre. We know this. Andros knows this. And Andros has told the others, repeatedly.
This is the point where the Power Rangers are supposed to save her from Dark Spectre. We've seen this in other cases of Rangers getting turned--usually Tommy, but Kat also got saved, because that's what Power Rangers are supposed to do.
Instead Karone thinks she needs to bargain her way to safety with Zordon's location, and she's right. Andros tries to stand up for her, but TJ and the others override him almost instantly.
We aren't supposed to agree with that. That's why TJ apologizes later. That's why the Rangers get so close to dying when they ignore Karone's plan and don't ask her for help.
So let's just take a minute to remember: A kid's show in 1998 expected people to use critical thinking, even about superheroes.
Because holy shit, I love this show so much now.
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moonreadingjournal · 10 days
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i feel like most of the posts i post in this blog is mostly about The Extraordinaries series by TJ Klune but I don't care. It is one of my favorite series of all time.
I love it.
This post contains SPOILERS (you've been alerted)
yesterday I was almost done with Heat Wave (the last book) and I was thinking how grateful I am that I read these books. I have re-read the first two books 3 times now and I just re-read the final book for the first time since it came out.
This story still has such an emotional chokehold on me. It is so good. Nick is such a ridiculous character, I love how he is. How he is written and how he develops in the three books. I love how unapologetic he is.
I would just like to share some scenes that have had such an emotional impact on me (i don't know how to begin to explain why but I still want to).
In the first book, The Extraordinaries, for me is when they talk about how Nick and Seth met. When they were just 6 years old (maybe 7). The way I cried and still cry when I read it, says a lot. If you've read it, you know. It is the swing set scene. where Nick met Seth while he was alone swinging on this old set while eating chocolate pudding. How Seth was just a shy little boy and you can feel how his world turned technicolor when he met Nick. He was just a baby, had lost his parents in a train crash, and meeting Nick helped him. I cry when I read it, but it is nothing compared to how much I cry when I read a similar scene.
when Nick's dad was in the hospital, and Martha (Seth's aunt) visits Nick. She told him about the little boy who had lost a lot and was still grieving. How he didn't talk a lot and how her and Bob (Seth's uncle) were so worried about him. Oh my God, but when she says how he came home and kept just talking about this boy he met called Nicholas Bell and how they were going to be best friends forever.
Again, the emotional hold those two parallel scenes have on me, on my heart is unreal. I love them so much. TJ Klune does an amazing job weaving this story where you care about all the characters that appear on it. Minor or not. and I love it.
As of right now, in Flash Fire I think my favorite scene is when Nick tells Seth that he loves him. In the prom. When they were fighting against Ice and Smoke. How Seth smiles (MY TENDER HEART CANNOT). Don’t get me wrong. The whole book is so unbelievably good (all of them are). They are in the midst of chaos and that scene made me cry so damn hard again.
In Heat Wave, the whole book is on a totally different plane compared to the other two. In the story, Nick’s mother has been dead for 4 years now yet somehow she re-appeared. When you read the book, it is the real villain’s wife that can shapeshift (among other stuff). That whole thing is unreal. It is so cruel. It is so unbelievably cruel. Nick and his Dad went through all the grieving process. They still had issues in the first and second book but they worked through it so well. Becoming stronger. And then this. This was so mean. It is crazy to me how TJ Klune was like: you know how to write this book? PAIN. That’s how. And then he had to double down by killing Owen.
Like…how dare you? It is still pretty freaking good though.
Objectively, I know why Owen had to die. By the way that he was, where they all gave him multiple opportunities to turn around (in the first and last book, he is not present in the second one) but he just didn’t. I know that dying was the only way to resolve it. It was pretty hard though. He was just a kid, a villain, but just a kid. When you read the books, you find out that his parents were not good. His dad experimenting on him, used him like he was a tool (which probably was only the tip of the iceberg). When I think about him I think about Akito Sohma (if you’ve seen Fruits Basket you know). Akito was the source of torment to all the members of the zodiac. Hurt them physically, emotionally and psychologically. You find out Akito was hurt by her mother. Which, doesn’t justify it. Nothing ever does. It just allows you to understand them better but not to totally gloss over everything. Owen felt that same way. Which is why it hurt how he died. Rip.
One of my favorite scenes is after they find out that Nick’s mom is not Nick’s mom but an imposter. Nick and his dad have to live at Jazz’s house until the home is repaired. It makes my heart hurt when Nick is woken up by his dad. His dad snuggles for a while with Nick and cries his heart out (along with Nick). It feels like they have to go through the grieving process again. It is not the same though. Because they didn’t lose Nick’s mom again. She was never there. But they toyed with their emotions. It is just so twisted and so jarring.
It might seem cliche but my other favorite scenes are in the epilogue. When they are 26 (Jazz, Nick and Seth) and 27 (Gibby). It is Jazz’s and Gibby’s wedding. My favorite, favorite part is when Nick is saying how he has decided to propose to Seth. Using the wedding ring that his mother, Jenny Bell, gave her father. Only for Seth to also propose to Nick using his own father’s ring. I cry just a little harder in this scene. It isn’t quite the same as having matching necklaces. Like some couples do. It is so much more impactful. Nick’s dad loved his mom from the moment he met her. The life they build together. The pain they both felt when she died. The fact that he gave Nick his ring. It makes it so much sweeter. As well as for Seth. He loves his aunt and uncle. They became his parents in all the ways that mattered. But he always kept close to his heart the fact that he lost his own parents. There is this instance in the first book where Nick is at Seth’s home and sees the pictures on the wall. And he talks about how Seth doesn’t have a lot of memories from his parents but the ones that he does have he protects them so fiercely. So the fact that he gave Nick his father’s ring is also so impactful.
My last favorite little scene is almost at the end of the epilogue. When Jazz and Gibby are kissing at their wedding and Nick says how they took a picture right at that moment. Where Nick is cheering loud and Seth is quietly smiling. jazz and Gibby have a sweet kiss. And how he hung that picture in his home with Seth. Right next to the one he has of his mom. The one at the lighthouse. My heart cries.
It is such an amazing book and I wish the fandom was a lot bigger and that it also had a lot of fanart. I wish it had a graphic novel or a manga. And a good animated show (not a live action). I wish a lot more people talked about this series. Hopefully it will get the recognition it deserves.
I don’t know if I had a point for this post but I just wanted to make it. I don’t have a lot of people that have read it and I wish I had someone to talk about it with.
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YELLOWJACKETS ANIMORPHS AU????? i had to stand up. PLEASE share some details if you can because. well. the mere concept of this has me standing up and sitting down again.
oh i am so glad you asked anon. this is gonna get LONG so buckle in. animorphs and yellowjackets are the two most iconic stories about traumatized 90s kids so it only made sense to smush them together. it’s a war story. there’s never going to be a happy ending. we were kids, and it was awful. anyways, it goes like this:
it’s around halfway through the season when the team decides to hit the mall after a shutout victory against st. andrew’s. the girls celebrate over a round of orange julius and do some window-shopping. lottie even manages to nick a cute top from tj maxx with a five-finger discount.
and then the mall closes for the night, and it’s dark as hell outside. shauna’s the one who suggests taking a shortcut back to the parking lot through the abandoned construction site.
lottie balks. “i’ve got a bad feeling about this,” she says, but the team decides to take the shortcut anyways.
it’s laura lee who notices it first. “it’s a shooting star, you guys! make a wish!” she says. everyone looks up and sees a streak of light directly overhead, brighter than any other star in the night sky
“i don’t think that’s a shooting star, laura lee,” nat says quietly as the spaceship comes into full view, and nobody moves or says anything. they just watch as the ship careens through the atmosphere and crashes into a pile of rubble.
when the dying alien war-prince hobbles out of the ship, everyone tries to keep it cool. “this is first contact, so we have to make a good impression, right? like, we’re probably the first people ever to meet an alien,” jackie says.
and then they hear his voice. <i am not the first, and i will not be the last,> he says. he doesn’t have a mouth, but they still hear him in their heads. <they are already here, and your planet is in greater danger than you realize.>
his people, the andalites, have developed a shapeshifting technology called morphing, he tells them. it allows a person to absorb the DNA of any living creature, as small as a flea and as large as an elephant, and then transform into it. there is a strict law against sharing this technology with outsiders, but the prince is dying and desperate to defeat the yeerks, who have been infiltrating earth quietly and threaten to conquer the whole planet if they’re not stopped.
he charges one of the team members to go into the ship and grab a small blue cube, so tai grabs it and hands it to him. then he tells all the girls to put their hands on the cube.
shauna, jackie, taissa, van, lottie, nat, and laura lee look at each other. “this is insane. insane!” says nat. “we have to do this,” says laura lee. “we can’t just sit back and let them take over the world, we have to fight back!” van shakes her head. “but why does it have to be us? we’re not soldiers. we’re high school soccer players.”
<but you’re a team,> says the war-prince. and no one can argue with that. <now, please place your hands on the cube. our time grows short.> it’s now or never is what he really means. everyone’s eyes turn to jackie, but she looks lost and frightened, not at all the fearless captain she was just a few hours ago on the pitch. “she wants us to,” shauna tells the team. “let’s do it.”
and so the andalite imbues the yellowjackets with the power to morph. <this is a gift,> he tells them. <but it comes with a price. you must never stay in morph for longer than two of your earth hours, or you will be trapped forever!> all four of his eyes are trained on jackie. <promise me!> “uh, yeah,” jackie stammers, in a daze. “yeah, i promise.” the prince nods weakly. <now go,> he says. <they are coming! go!> and so they run, and they don’t look back.
the next day after practice, the seven of them hang back and hold council in the locker room. they start framing the outline of a battle plan.
van’s older brother has a friend of a friend who works at the zoo who’s able to get them in after hours. shauna acquires a wolf, tai acquires a coyote, lottie acquires a stag, laura lee acquires a falcon, van acquires a fox, and nat acquires a mountain lion (cue the cougar jokes).
and jackie? jackie has never felt more out of her depth in her whole life. she barely has a handle on leading a soccer team. she doesn’t think she’s anywhere close to being able to fight in an entire underground alien invasion resistance, let alone lead it.
shauna finds her pacing back and forth in the petting zoo cradling something in her arms. “is that a rabbit?” she asks.
“a hare,” jackie corrects her. “still cute though, right?”
“yeah, it’s cute,” says shauna, “but will it do you much good in a fight?”
jackie puts the hare down. “i mean… according to that sign over there they can run, like, 50 miles per hour or something.” she sighs. “i don’t know if i’m ready for what’s coming, shipman,” she admits shakily. “running strats for a soccer match is one thing, but this,” she says, gesturing broadly, “if we fuck this up then it’s game over for the whole planet.”
“i’m scared too,” shauna whispers. “but we’re in this fight together, okay? it’s you and me. you and me against the whole planet, jax.”
tai, van, and lottie take charge on reconnaissance. they figure out that the yeerks have a front group for recruitment, some “intentional wellness community” thing called “the sharing”. and wouldn’t you know it, kevyn tan just joined up.
lottie tails kevyn to a hidden entrance to the yeerk pool beneath the school in a supply closet. nat doesn’t believe her at first, refuses to accept that it’s true that her best friend is a controller - a puppet for a yeerk host.
they go into their first battle with no planning, no preparation, and no mission to accomplish. they just storm the pool in their battle morphs and try to free as many hosts as possible.
in the heat of battle, shauna feels something thrilling pulse through her as she tears aliens apart like paper dolls with the wolf’s terrible teeth and claws. she’s a killing machine, and she likes it. she enjoys it. and that scares her.
but the yellowjackets are forced to retreat when the yeerks bring in reinforcements. they barely make it out alive, and they lose contact with jackie. taissa drags a demorphing shauna, screaming and sobbing, away from the pool with tears in her eyes.
shauna stays at school long after practice lets out. she sits on a bench in the locker room and she waits for jackie to come back.
she’s not sure when or how she fell asleep, but it’s morning again when she wakes to the sound of jackie’s voice in her head.
“you’re okay,” shauna croaks. <i’m okay,> jackie repeats. she’s still in her hare morph, and shauna doesn’t understand why. “it’s over, jax, you can come back now.” the hare’s nose twitches. there’s an undeniably human look of sorrow in its wide eyes.
“no,” shauna whispers. “no, jackie, c’mon, please morph back, come on -” <i can’t,> jackie says. <i can’t, i tried but i can’t, i had to - i had to stay hidden or they would’ve found me. and you know what they would’ve done if they caught me.> shauna selfishly wishes she had let herself get taken. at least she’d still be human that way.
“so what do we do now?” shauna asks quietly. <we fight,> jackie says.
the sudden disappearance of jackie taylor rocks wiskayok. the yellowjackets keep fighting anyways. shauna’s mom was reluctant at first, but her new “pet rabbit” seems to be helping her cope with the loss well enough.
when misty fucking quigley shows up to practice bragging about the cool blue box she found at the abandoned construction site, it puts a target on the whole team’s back. they take a vote, and decide to bring her into the fold too. they’re ultimately glad for it - “she’d be, like, a zillion times worse with a slug in her head,” nat jokes.
they keep fighting. they don’t win a lot, at first, and the victories they do snag tend to be pyrrhic. but even the smallest victory is still a victory.
the war changes them - figuratively and literally. they can’t go back to the girls they were before. but they keep fighting anyways.
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eddiebabygirldiaz · 6 months
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top 9 books
tagged by @gayarthur @transbuck @buddierights
thank you my loves 💖
1. summer sons by lee mandelo
words really cannot describe how phenomenal this book is. so gritty and dark and visceral and addictive and soul changing. i will be obsessed with this book until i die
2. under the whispering door by tj klune
this is one of those books that tears out your soul and makes you examine it and leaves you sobbing at 2 am but like in a good way (mostly). such an incredible look at death and life and its effects with a truly heartwarming love story
3. beach read by emily henry
not your too typical romcom. the main characters are to die for and so messy and real and i couldn't get enough of them separately and together. also did a really amazing job at balancing romance and everything else going on in the plot
4. ocean's echo by everina maxwell
without a doubt my most favorite sci-fi fantasy book. amazinggggg world building and incredibly engaging with an irresistible cast of characters
5. babel: an arcane history by r. f. kuang
the best dark academia has to offer. this book turns the genre on its head and deeply examines and critizes the systemic racism within academia in such a real and gripping way that leaves you breathless
6. we hunt the flame by hafsah faizal
incredible fantasy with a really cool magic system, true enemies to lovers that leaves you desperate and wanton, and the writing is so goddamn lyrical and breathtaking
7. sandstorm by james rollins
everything i love about a treasure hunting action movie in a book. enough said.
8. furyborn by claire legrand
this book (and the other two in the series) own me body heart and soul. politics and intrigue and rebellion and the curse of blood and power with queers everywhere you look and a truly throat gripping romance mixed in
9. rebel of the sands by alwyn hamilton
magic and gunslinging, an oppressive empire, tons of fighting and running and dying, love found in the most horrible of places-of course it is a fave
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justablah56 · 6 months
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i am open to terrick propaganda
eeehehhehehehe yippee >:] first I will briefly mention checking the terrick ao3 tag , I'm p sure every fucking fic is by either me or icy bcs is just us and terrick against the world <3 ANYWAYS ! literally it all started when I was like haha wouldn't it be kinda funny if Terry and Nick met up again in hell after Terry died and then my brain said yeah but what if they were gay also . so just think abt that for me <3 also just consider , if you will , them being in a relationship pre-betrayal and Terry not wanting to go through with said betrayal but not really being able to stop the others n all that , imagine the angst ,,, also Terry not being that worried abt dying and going to hell bcs he might get to see nicky again ,,,,, also personally my firm belief is that Nicholas in his timeline had the biggest fucking crush on tj and i will die on this hill btw . good little baby narcholas liking bad boy emo teen Terry is literally everything to me ,, OH also consider them dying each other's hair . just consider . I've mentioned it before that my hc is that Glenn Morgan and Nick used to all dye their hair together and Glenn and Nick kept doing it after she died , then Nick helped Terry bleach his hair pre s1 , and then post s1 terry helped Nicky learn again since he couldn't really remember bcs timeline stuff but still wanted his hair dyed and i just love them a lot Oak . also tall ass Terry and short ass Nicky . I rest my case .
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fleurdelislily · 9 months
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Hey how did you find the season 4 finale for manifest? I noticed your the only one on Tumblr doing manifest stuff so I was just interested.
personally I felt the series really was so whacky that the finale couldnt really live up to my expectations. and then I was pretty disappointed with the ending that everything was reset
PS im a Jichaela fan! :)
hi!! I’m torn about the series finale honestly. like for some characters I’m so happy but others I was pisseddd
spoiler warning for the series finale of manifest!!
honestly I love drea and jared together and was dying for them to be a couple for the entire first 2 seasons drea was there so I was v happy that drea + jared and mick + zeke were endgame!! I love jared and michaela together (and the actors are together irl how cute 🥹) but I just feel like drea and zeke are so perfect for them. And I love drea and zeke as standalone characters too lol
I was so happy that cal and olive get their childhoods back but TJ and olive???? violet and cal??? eden not existing???? so sad
TJ and his mom though 🥹 I cried a little ngl
I am a Grace hater have been since day 1 LOL I’m obsessed with ben and saanvi and they should. have. been. end. GAME
Angelina dying was the highlight of the episode honestly. I’ve been waiting for her to be GONE and it HAPPENED
Eagan is my fav character (probably obvious if you’ve seen any other posts on my tumblr lol) so him and Adrian had me 🥹
I hope they’ll do a spin-off eventually but idk if that’s just wishful thinking. I would honestly watch anything that anyone from this cast is in though now they’re all so talented
p.s Josh Dallas in Once Upon A Time is SO good 10/10 reccomend
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twirlybumblevee · 4 months
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I stole this from @bottleofchaos
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
71 right now! (man I've been here for a long time, haven't I...)
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
1,077,321
3. What fandoms do you write for?
currently it's Dteam (adjacent) and Tolkien's Silmarillion, in the past most notably Marvel (plus various others)
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Oh boy. First, and by a mile, we have Sign Dirty to me and its sequel As loud as our hearts (MCU, Steve/Bucky modern AU where Steve is deaf and they meet under... embarrassing circumstances), then the next with not even half as many kudos is No other version of me I'd rather be tonight (Larry famous/non-famous AU), then a fic called First Sons and Superheros (Johnny Storm from the Fantastic Four meets troubled gay president's son TJ from Political Animals), and then Cross the Line which was just a silly little MCU RPF get together fic but yeah, everything MCU related went HARD back in the day.
Everything and many others found here.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Always!! It sometimes takes me a while but I never ever leave comments without a response over - if you see them, I just haven't gotten around to them yet. I think it's only fair - if people take their time to leave comments, I should show just as much appreciation back by responding. (That's why I don't comment on fics where I see lots of comments that have never been responded to because I just think it's rude.)
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Oh man that's got to be the Silmarillion stories. Nightfall ending with murder and the dying of the Light (of the Trees), Shards that goes to incredibly dark places (but all the stories in that series aren't happy).
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Probably Ever a surprise / Ever as before where DNF literally life in a fairytale and get a fairytale ending. :D (Taizi and I did our best. <3)
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not really. I remember once in an MCU Steve/Bucky fic there was a big discussion going on in the comments about an aspect of therapy in the story, but that was the height of it. It never went into hate territory.
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Oh absolutely. XD Not sure I understand the question though, what kind. The sexy kind? Wholesome, sweet, kinky, dark, I've written it all.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I have! The crasiest was probably First Sons and Superheroes (mentioned above) that sort of founded a whole new branch of fandom at the time. The premise was good though.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
There have been several requests over the years, yes
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Constantly. XD I think 95% of fics on my account have been co-written. I don't know how to finish stuff by myself.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship
Mae/Fin and Tyelpe/Annatar (Silmarillion), but DNF is up there as well for sure :)
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
The Holiday. It's a Remus/Sirius fic based on the movie and there's only ONE CHAPTER MISSING and I still get comments on it even years later and they're all so sweet and I always feel so bad about it and I wish I could finish it but I'm so out of the headspace. Maybe one day. Not giving up hope.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Worldbuilding. Picking things apart until everything makes sense. Believable character/relationship progression especially in adversary, I'd like to think.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Motivation and drive, for sure. I was never able to write big stories by myself, I always needed someone to do it with. I WISH I could, how cool would that be. But I just get too distracted too fast by other things.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I can only write in English. German, I guess, I am a native. XD But I haven't done that in forever and the thought of it just makes me cringe.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Lord of the Rings
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
That's the meanest question. I have so many favourites, DNF ones as well, so many amazing ones that have never even seen the light of day on AO3 for one reason or another. I think overall I am the most proud of all the Silmarillion stories because they all belong in the same universe and span thousands upon thousands of years and so much worldbuilding and progression.
If you want to do this yourself, please feel tagged!! This was loads of fun. :)
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deuterosapiens · 5 months
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Started reading TJ Klune's Under the Whispering Door because I very much am not quite ready for Ravensong. Roughly a third in and I'm very fond of the pacing here. So far, it's charmingly taking its time.
You know that gorgeous moment in Sandman, where Dream and Death are just sort of talking? Where Death reminds him that they don't really exist for themselves, but for us? Beautiful writing on Neil Gaiman's part, and I loved how Netflix's series translated that to television.
Not important, spotlight is on Klune here. So far I cannot help but think of The Sound of Her Wings while reading this. This is not a bad thing. There's an incredible amount of finesse and poise, decorum and delicacy one should have in narrative works centered on Death, what it means and how dying reminds us of how to live.
Wallace is a prick, but that's sort of necessary to make a book like this work. There's whimsy, but I feel very much like this book is coming from the right place.
I plan to have this book wrapped-up neatly before the week's end, but I'm also expecting to feel feelings and we know how that goes for me.
For no real reason I've already decided that Tony Todd would be a fun Nelson, even if he does not fit the character description, like at all.
I also cannot get Dishwalla's Counting Blue Cars out of my head. It seems a bit on-the-nose here, but I can definitely see it making its way onto the soundtrack of a decent adaptation.
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eldritchdraaks · 2 years
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Furry Visual Novel Hell
Quick context for this post, it is written by my boyfriend who has been through furry visual novel hell over the past few days. He has not been on tumblr in years, and has shitposts running through his brain daily. I’m posting this for him because his thoughts need to be made public. I love this freak.
SPOILERS FOR: Echo, Route 65, Arches, The Smoke Room, and The Burrows.
His mad ramblings begin now!
I have no idea why im typing this but I just cant let all this bounce around my head with my classes starting up in a day.
SO, after a few rather poor lifestyle choices I stayed up watching videos of furry visual novels. This little rabbit hole led me down to a familiar visual novel by the name of Echo. I’ve heard of it through a video talking about the film everything everywhere all at once. The only other form of context I had with Echo was that its creator went to make the very well proclaimed visual novel by the name of Adastra. For anyone wondering, the one of the main characters of Adastra (A black wolf named Amicus) is part of the “You have never felt the warmth of a man” starter pack as seen below
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(Sidenote: I am so fucking mad literally two of the characters there are from the Echo series. These motherfuckers are everywhere)
So after that, Echo was stored somewhere in my subconscious or something. Honestly the exact sequence of events escapes me but I do know that I was watching one of Samwiz1’s videos of him dicking around as engineers,I was just going down another twitter rabbit hole. In the video, the first game he joined had a group of 5 medic bots 3 of em with names of characters from The Smoke Room, A sort of prequel to Echo. As for the twitter rabbit hole, I think hoyoverse (the company that made genshin impact) released a new game going by Zenless Zone Zero. One of the characters you could play was a big bear bastard named Ben which Eld and I immediately latched onto. A few days later, I saw that someone modded Ben into a fighting game called Guilty Gear Strive as seen below
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AND GUESS WHO HE WAS FIGHTING???
That twinky lookin stoat swinging his little scythes in the gayest way you could caught my attention. Then literally a few tweets below I find this
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And there he is, in the replies I found the twink in question was named CLIFFORD GOT DAMN TIBBITS???? How can you find a cuter name than Tibbits?? Not only did it reveal his name but also the visual novel he comes from called The Smoke Room. (Also the coyote in the suspenders is in the You have never felt the warmth of a man” starter pack is from The Smoke Room).
So in a misguided attempt to find it, I confused it with another visual novel that I found out was called The burrows. The Burrows was one I found myself enjoying other than the tangled fucking mess that is Echo.
So im actually going to talk about echo first.
Echo is a story about an otter named Chase who returns back to his hometown, Echo, to work on a college project on the town in 2015. Echo is a dying mining town that screams southwestern gothic with a mysterious past. Chase joins his childhood friends a native American fennec fox named Jenna, his ex boyfriend a wolf from El Salvador, a timid lynx named TJ, a blunt gila lizard named Flynn, and a ram named Carl who smokes weed to cope with his demons.
The thing that ties them together was the death of their friend Sydney. In the story a lot of paranormal shit happens regarding the town of echo, possession by ancestors, straight up cursed cryptids, murder, all on top of drama and slight hints of romance. This is a bit too much for my brain to process whatever the hell is going on. The story is a mess and I don’t think I will ever be able to process it in it’s entirety. The only characters I really like are Jenna, Carl, and TJ. God poor TJ… OK SO I WENT THROUGH ALL THE ROUTES AND JESUS FUCK I don’t think that my insanity will end anytime soon but Flynn’s route really fucked me up. Its so fucked, all you do is go around in circles AND I STILL NEVER GOT MY AWNSER IN HOW THE SMOKE ROOM LINKS INTO THIS LIKE WHY IS SAMUEL POSSESSING CHASE AND EVENTUALLY FLYNN???
WAS IT TO CONTINUE THE CYCLE OF VIOLENCE AND SECRETS THAT ECHO LIVES ON??? god its so fucked, and Flynn actually becomes the monster Jenna talks about and TJ saw the day Sydney drowned in his endless pursuit of the truth of what happened as he wanders into the mines and turns into the plug-faced monster (prolly a wendigo) Jenna mentioned. So many questions… God its so fucked Speaking of The Smoke Room…
The Smoke Room is set 100 years before Echo and focuses on the ancestors of the main cast as well as the locals of Echo in 1915. Following an Albino Mountain Lion sex worker by the name of Samuel who was trying to leave Echo, but was ambushed by the guy who was helping him and out of self defense killed him in the mine. This murder sets the town ablaze with problems as Samuel and his associates encounter something is unleashed and latches onto a guilty party.
At this point, I just looked at Clifford’s route because he is admittedly adorable but kinda stopped there.
Then while browsing other Visual Novels I found this fucking affront to god only to find out its in The Smoke Room
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And holy fuck I thought it was bad on my phone but it is so much worse on my computer. Something in the mines where I think Sam, one of his closest clients a badger that goes by Nikolai and a tiger named Yao are trying to escape the deeper part of the mines or something. What’s even worse is that it looks to be made from body parts of the main cast which is so fucked up in so many ways.
Then we have Arches and Route 65. Arches follows a bear and a coyote named Devon and Cameron in the town of Echo after its been abandoned in 2015. All I know is that the Coyote gets rufied and ends up dead in the mines. Route 65 is an actual prequel looking at the main cast of Echo at a Halloween party in 2008. Don’t remember what happens in this one other than character setup. ANYWAY, echo aside now I can talk about The Burrows.
This one I know from an artist that I like going by Captain Nikko. The Burrows follows Grey, a possum living in New Orleans in 1928. On his way to commit suicide, he stops into a bar run by a round rabbit named Virgil. He makes a deal with Virgil and he gives Grey a card and after a trippy sequence of infinitely falling, he finds himself in front of his old house in a field of yellow flowers. He meets 4 other souls, Mark a Maned Fox who works in a museum in New York, Gabriel a shark training for his school’s swim relay race, Ken a panther who is a cyclist, and Yasahiro a Japanese fennec fox that is an engineer.
When they suddenly disappear with Grey crying, the card Virgil gave Grey begins to glow and 4 other cards appear. Each of them have unique designs for each character, Though only Ken Gabriel and Mark are available at the moment. Each card Zaps Grey into the future with the order being Ken (1958), Mark (1965), and Gabriel (1987). You then find out that the reason that they are linked together is suicide. Grey then becomes determined to protect the character you chose. At this point, you go through the route, make important choices that affect the outcome of the route (only in mark’s route though as of late) and grow close to who you chose. I eventually broke down and downloaded The Burrows and played through the new content of Gabriel’s route and got damn i am unashamedly attached to this man. Like, he reminds me of myself of one point body image issues, feeling useless, jovial bastard. Mark has some pretty weird vibes that he gives off, lot of questions for him that will be answered hopefully soon. Ken is just really damn mean and beats the hell outta some kid that was messing his bike up. Hiro doesn’t have a route out yet so we know next to nothing about him other than he’s working with a german engineering company and he is thinking of committing suicide.
I would totally recommend The Burrows and not for you to binge the entire Echo project saga at 4 in the damn morning.
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Marine "Rainforest" - Coral Reefs
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Introduction
I am Crystal, on a journey to explore mysterious and magical tropical ecology. The theme of my blog is about coral reefs. I choose this because people always say they are important; they are dying now; we must save them. This raises my curiosity to know more about coral reefs. In the exploration of coral reefs, I will share and divide my findings into five entries as follows:
First entry
formation of coral reefs
growing environments
Second entry
Diverse shapes and types of corals
Factors affecting the conformations of corals
Third entry
Feeding behaviour of corals
Reproduction mechanisms
Fourth entry
Ecological relationship between coral reefs and other marine creatures (describe using examples)
Fifth entry
Significance of coral reefs in tropical marine ecosystem
Now, you roughly know what I am going to say about coral reefs. So, let us move on to the first entry.
Coral reefs - Animals or plants?
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When you dive into the ocean, you are surprised by the beautiful and gorgeous scene at the seabed - the colourful coral reefs. When first looking at corals, you will immediately think they are beautiful plants. Yes, they look very similar to plants but are actually animals. Corals are coelenterates (Goreau, Goreau & Goreau 1979). The phylum's name comes from the Greek words koilos (hollow) and enteron (gut), so corals are hollow guts because their main and long body cavity is the digestive tract (Goreau, Goreau & Goreau 1979).
From corals to coral reefs
Corals are simple and multicellular animals. But how do they grow into the extensive coral reefs we usually find in the ocean? The living, carbonate coral reef system is established from the symbiotic relationship between the reef-building corals and plant-like dinoflagellates (Hoegh-Guldberg 2011). Dinoflagellates are unicellular organism that lives inside the gastrodermal cells of reef-building corals in the order Sclerantinia in the Class Anthozoa and the Phylum Cnidaria (Hoegh-Guldberg 2011). Dinoflagellates are called plant-like because they can perform the unique skill of plants - photosynthesis. In the corals’ gastrodermal cells, dinoflagellates provide a lot of energy from photosynthesis to the coral host (Hoegh-Guldberg 2011). In return, the corals feed dinoflagellates with the metabolized inorganic nutrients, which their quantity is very low in the clear tropical and subtropical marine water (Muscatine et al. 2005).
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Fastidious coral reefs
Coral reefs are very picky to the growing environments. They only like ocean water that is sunlit, clear and warm (Goreau, Goreau & Goreau 1979). In addition, they only grow in shallow marine sites at a depth below 100 m and in regions within 30˚ north or south of the equator (Hoegh-Guldberg 2011) because their photosynthetic symbiont requires abundant sunlight. They need clear ocean water because the turbidity can inhibit light penetration (Hoegh-Guldberg 2011). The ocean temperature should be stable and warm (Kleypas et al. 1999). For instance, the ocean temperature cannot fall below 18˚C in places with winter (Kleypas et al. 1999). The growing sites should also contain splendid carbonate ions, which are critical to the calcification of corals (Hoegh-Guldberg 2011). Collectively, coral reefs mainly thrive in shallow equatorial coastal regions because these areas are typically sunlit, warm and supersaturated with carbonate ions.
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Now, you have an idea of how coral reefs form and what types of environments they like. I have found a nice video that briefly introduces coral reefs. Feel free to watch it if you are interested ^^
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Credit: National Geographic
References
Goreau, TF, Goreau, NI & Goreau, TJ 1979, ‘Corals and coral reefs’, Scientific American, vol. 241, no. 2, pp.124-137.
Hoegh-Guldberg, O 1999, ‘Climate change, coral bleaching and the future of the world's coral reefs’, Marine and freshwater research, vol. 50, no. 8, pp. 839-866.
Hoegh-Guldberg, O 2011, ‘Coral reef ecosystems and anthropogenic climate change’, Regional Environmental Change, vol. 11, pp. 215-227.
Kleypas, JA, Buddemeier, RW, Archer, D, Gattuso, JP, Langdon, C & Opdyke, BN 1999, ‘Geochemical consequences of increased atmospheric carbon dioxide on coral reefs’, Science, vol. 284, no. 5411, pp. 118-120.
Muscatine, L, Goiran, C, Lynton, L, Jaubert, J, Cuif, JP & Allemand, D 2005, ‘Stable isotopes (δ13C and δ15N) of organic matrix from coral skeleton’, Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, vol. 102, no. 5, pp. 1525-1530.
Reaka-Kudla, ML 1997, ‘The global biodiversity of coral reefs: a comparison with rain forests’, in ML Reaka-Kudla, DE Wilson & EO Wilson (eds),  Biodiversity II: Understanding and Protecting Our Biological Resources, pp. 83-108.
Images or videos from external sources:
Kudela lab group - http://oceandatacenter.ucsc.edu/PhytoGallery/dinos%20vs%20diatoms.html
National Geographic - https://youtu.be/ZiULxLLP32s
Pernice et al. - https://www.nature.com/articles/ismej2011196#Fig1
Shaun Low - https://unsplash.com/photos/v8Un2Roo1Ak
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I noticed in the last asks about morality that both TJs and TPs think in terms of what's best for society. Would I then be correct in concluding that FPs and FJs think in terms of individuals? If so, why do you think there's this pattern of thinkers thinking of the whole, and feelers focusing on the one?
It's about the different (me vs us) mental approach that leads to the same conclusion.
Te and Fi focus on structure / consequence and personal values (if everyone ignores the speed signs, it will cause accidents and kill people, so I am not going to ignore the speed signs, since I would not want someone else to ignore them and hit me); Fe and Ti focus on what's best collectively for humanity on the whole and what makes rational sense (we need speed signs to protect people from dying in car accidents so that we do no harm to each other, and it's important that we do what's best for everyone so we can all survive).
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Farscape rewatch - Thanks for Sharing, 2x07
It's a jam-packed, clever, fast episode that is not mind-bogglingly depressing. What is not to love?
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Gloriously insane, isn’t he?
Moving on.
First off? Rygel the Negotiator? Rocks. I love that the fact that the paths of Moya John and Talyn John diverged was pure accident, pure random chance, Aeryn telling one to help fix Talyn and one to do things on Moya. This whole episode establishes that the two Johns are really two Crichtons. Neither is inferior to the other, a copy, a clone. And yet, how like John, to when Talyn John is dying from blood loss to offer a transfusion of his (and how like John, for Talyn John to point out that it would be better if TJ bought it). They think in sync, they work in unison, and they are both angry and clever and oh-so-Southernunder stress. John goes very Southern whenever he is mad or upset. I love it when Talyn John tells Ruler Jr. guy 'that's a big word to throw around, son.' SO Southern. And later Moya John referring to the truth telling octopus thingy as "good eating'" Heh. 
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And another theme of Moyans being 'cursed' really because of what and who they are. They really just came to that planet to buy Cromextin for Talyn, no evil intentions in sight. But because the retrieval squad wants Talyn, ultimately the whole ruling family ends up dead and, as they indicated, it was only them keeping it from a civil war, the whole place is going to go up in smoke. This has some sharp writing (D'Argo's 'I am your Daddy' bit had to be rewatched 10 times, I swear.
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And John-Stark exchange of 'Astro, work now, panic later' 'OK. How much later?' is something I adore. If we didn't realize Crais liked Aeryn, his reaction to finding out she was alive would be a dead giveaway. He was all about lingering hand touches when passing her the vidchip, and he was less than pleased when Talyn John came on board Talyn with her, and it wasn't just because he and John do not care for each other. And Aeryn's parentage thing is raised once again. I love her clear eyed acceptance that the reason her mother is on the retrieval squad is because PKs want her loyalties to waver (and isn't Crais thinking the same thing, by wanting Aeryn on the ship, only the waver he wants is her Mom.s Also, what was he doing in her personnel file, looking for nude shots?) And at the end, Talyn John is gone with Aeryn and the tag with Moya John not knowing what to think/do/or anything is lovely. He saved the day but Aeryn is gone, and with other him and how can you be jealous of it and how can you not. I wonder if he is thinking, when she returns, all emotionally walled up and scarred that her love for Talyn John and her flinching from himself means he is the fake, the not real one. Aeryn is always his barometer for being, after all. No wonder T and M both asked Aeryn that she can recognize which one is real.
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