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talldecafcappuccino · 4 years ago

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Summary: Four times Rebecca was wrong about Ted’s love language and the one time she got it just right.

1. Gifts

Rebecca had always loved gifts—getting them, unwrapping them, expressing delight over whatever she found inside. The whole process of receiving a gift made her feel warm and fuzzy, lighting her up from the inside out.

It sometimes made her feel a bit selfish or materialistic, like her love depended on things and not the important things.

For all Rupert’s faults, of which there were many, he was very good at gift giving. He always managed to pick something that fit her style, the occasion, or, at the very least, packaged it in such a way that the unwrapping felt like a gift itself. A small part of her wondered if that’s why she stayed so long. Each box acting as a balm to the many other hurts in their relationship.

But then there was Ted who brought her biscuits in a pink box each morning, no strings or obligations attached and she remembered what she loved about gifts in the first place. The idea that they were good and kind.

It was more than just receiving sinfully delicious treats. There was a pleasure in knowing someone had thought of her during their day. That they had gone out of their way to get something they knew would make her happy.

The mere act of taking the box from Ted’s outstretched hand made her toes curl with delight, her hips wiggling in her seat as she lifted the tiny lid to expose the crumbly shortbread biscuits. It was like she was five years old and seeing the roller skates she wanted under the Christms tree all over again.

Which is why she couldn't wait to give Ted his Christmas gift.

She felt like a kid on Christmas morning, the anticipation building each time she caught a glimpse of the box on her office coffee table, beautifully wrapped in a rich navy blue paper with silver ribbon and a big red bow.

They had been through so much their first season together and, while she knew he forgave her, she wanted to do something special to mark their first major holiday as allies—as friends. She knew he’d been coveting a pair of limited edition sneakers, some sort of exclusive design she didn’t really understand other than he told Beard he wanted them more than Ralphie wanted a Red Ryder BB gun.

“Wowee! Thank you, Boss, this is really something,” he said, eyes wide, admiring the shoes nestled in tissue paper. “You know what, I’m going to wear these on the flight back to Kansas for good luck. Ooh! And I’ll wear them on New Year’s too, to kick in the new year with style.”

Rebecca smiled, she was thrilled he was excited. But it wasn’t quite the reaction she expected.

He clearly loved them. He was more enthusiastic than anyone else she’d given a gift to this holiday season, but she felt like she had missed the mark somehow. She was positive it was the perfect gift for Ted Lasso, but he didn’t . . . light up like she expected.

(She probably should have wondered why she cared so much about lighting her gaffer up, but that was for future Rebecca to sort out.)

She’d assumed her feeling towards gifts was a universal reaction, after all, who doesn’t love gifts? But then, she and Keeley had a proper girl’s night, complete with white wine spritzers and sheet masks, where they took turns filling out various ridiculous quizzes in the back of old Cosmopolitan magazines. When Rebecca completed the one about love languages (confirming the importance of gifts to her emotional well-being), she realized where she had gone wrong.

Yes, everyone liked gifts, but it wasn’t what everyone loved the most. There were other ways to make people feel loved and those ways mattered.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t heard of love languages, she didn’t live under a rock, but she’d never been with someone where it really mattered to her. Not enough to really think about it.

So it became a Thing for Rebecca when she and Ted started dating a few weeks later. Because dating Ted unleashed a steady parade of sweet treats and small “thinking of you” gifts that make her feel settled and secure in a way she didn’t know was possible.

The book she had been wanting waited on her bedside table after a long day of meetings, little boxes of truffles snuck into her purse before trying press days, and on a random Tuesday evening, Ted pressed a small, beautifully wrapped jewelry box in her hand, “just because.”

For all the joy it brought, it also brought a problem: she didn’t feel like she could properly reciprocate. Without gift giving to fall back on, she felt unmoored, but it was important to her that she made Ted feel as loved as he made her feel. There was just a learning curve to it, that’s all.

And so, determined and in love, Rebecca began to study.

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#ted lasso #rebecca welton #ted lasso fic #ted x rebecca #love languages and a five times fic #all smooshed together like it's a little breakfast sandwich #touch starved ted is my new favorite head canon

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kholnt · 2 months ago

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i was looking at some of my old posts from when i had only just joined the fandom like four months ago (which in hindsight isn't that much time) and i realized that my tastes have changed drastically so we're answering these questions again baybee!!! hi cheeto if you see this 1. wild is still the fave mostly due to his games (i have both of em now) and lost's existence, but wars has skyrocketed into second favorite very quickly. so due to biases i'd say wild since i know his lore inside and out, but do know i'm currently hyperfixated on wars 2. sunset pt. 14's final panel. midna's lighting especially fucks me up /pos 2.5 I CAN ANSWER THE ARC QUESTION PROPERLY NOW! when i read lu i barely digested any of the actual plot, but thanks to the wonderful existence of analysis posts, i can actually respond! currently, it's the bg arc of wild and wars thats happening. no idea if its going to become a Thing like how time and wind's did but i'm hoping it does! its two of my sillies and theyre experiencing Very conflicting emotions about eachother. i dmed this to kay when the new update came out but "[wars] becomes authority in the face of uncertainty vs [wild] follows authority in the face of adversity" 3. july's starry notes because its the one that lives rent free in my brain, and as for general tastes: the chain being harmless little shits to eachother. a lot of my lu likes are mask but thats because he is THE little shit. like guys theyre siblings theyre gonna mess with eachother lightheartedly!!! plus its funny!!! 4. fics? not a fuckin clue honestly. i counted recently and ive read over 600 lu fics in total and hoo boy. wowee. a fic i shall not name used to be one of my favorites but in hindsight one of the link's characterizations was Awful and i had to weigh my losses of "really good characterization vs even worse characterization" HOWEVER. I DO HAVE FAVORITE AUTHORS NOW!!! Can_Opener aka @/crazylittlejester, alternatemind (no tumblr :() & qar!! @/noorahqar (admittedly ive been reading qars fics for years but shhh) (also as for tumblr only: @/tenderleavesbob has amazing bite sized fics!!! my personal faves are ones with mask and wars because i am a simple man) adore their fics, definitely go recommend you read them (ESP if you're a wars or twi fan!! alternatemind's dog days au makes me unnecessarily happy, and i adore both jes & qar's wars fics so much. peak wars food honestly AND MASK???? amazing) also shameless promo for @/eponatheestallion's lost link fic bc THATS OUR BOY!!! (an update will happen at some point we prommy kay is just in the trenches) 5 & 6. answers still apply :)) art still rarely arts its misery

Hey, you! New person! Welcome to the LU fandom, we’re so glad to have you! 💞💞 Saw you were looking for mutuals—I just have a few questions… *flips through pieces of paper real serious like*

👀 You got a favorite LU boy yet? Or a favorite panel/arc of Jojo’s comic? Favorite fic, art piece, author?

👀 I saw your Wild sketch, it was very nice. So you draw? Do you write, too?

👀 Finally and most importantly, what is your opinion on mayonnaise?

HELLO HELLO!!!!!! i am so very happy to be here i am giggliing kicking my feet 1. i find all of them to be absolute whimsical goobers but probably wild (botw is the only physical loz game i own and it was a gift from my brother so i do have a wee bit bias. but they're also just like the Guy ever) 2. this wolfie from the most recent update has my heart and soul. so very polite heems so!!

3. art piece of jojo's has got to be either september's stormy draw, but outside of that. honestly just any sleepy lu. little snoozin guys yk?? 4. goddesses fics,,,,, keeping it to lu a home for flowers (faufaren) & silent princesses (korokcrucifierr) absolutely eat personally. as for authors, i don't pay much attention since i read based on me tag-hunting (i do say that nintendo fics absolutely eat and rarely miss. i have yet to be proven wrong) 5. tysm!! i DO draw!! and write on the very very rare occasion (as in once a year and if i finish something its a miracle). i'm currently at a roadblock w/ art and i havent seriously drawn in nearly a month but i do silly little doodles like the wild in both my pfp and the one mentioned!!

6. not a mayo guy personally but i love ranch

#khol.txt #khol.pdf #khol.rapids #loz #legend of zelda #linked universe #live loz reaction #trauma.chain #hit em with a rerun #i was reading back my really early asks and its like. wowee you knew Nothing #i do think it should be said that my origin with lu is from fic and not the comic #this matters a lot when it comes to my tastes #n e way art from prev answer belongs to @/linkeduniverse #if anyone i mentioned sees this #errm....... hi i think ur cool asf

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calypsoff · 4 years ago

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Thirty Three. Part 2

I was dreaming of her, dreaming of her scent, her voice, her breathy moans in my ear as she curled against me, hands exploring her body. My eyes shot open, breathing heavily. My hand wiping my forehead, I am sweating. That dream felt kind of real, like she was here with me. I really want her so bad, staring up to the ceiling trying to gather myself, I just knew it. I knew I would be dreaming of Robyn after that facetime call, she was turning me on but I ended up falling asleep, clearly. Looking down at myself, I haven’t peed myself, but my dick is so fucking hard right now. Reaching my hand to the side of me, grabbing my phone from the side table “damn” it’s only like four in the morning, I wonder if Robyn is awake or will be asleep. Let me try her, you never know she may be awake, and she could help me with this issue, I mean this is on her and she did turn me on looking that fine. Tapping on Twin’ name, I feel so goofy right now. I can’t believe I am here having a nasty dream about Robyn, like am I child “you’re awake poppa?” oh Robyn is awake, she really awake “you having a party or something?” sounds like it “just a few drinks with my friends, I am shocked. You fell asleep, is everything ok?” I want Robyn so bad right now, it’s been far too long “mhmm I want you” I said it and I can only imagine what Robyn’ face is like “I am here?” she retorted “like I want you, your legs around my head, I am here dreaming of you. I want you so bad” the line went silent “oh” she let out “you are thinking on when I called you daddy” she said in a whisper, that soothing, sexy voice humming over the “could say” I whispered, I don’t know why I am whispering “It is late you know..” she dragged out “I need you” I said it again, I know she is smirking “I am going to bed” Robyn announced “he harassing you, go away poppa” they all calling me that “stop it now, I will be back. Depends” on she won’t be back, she is lying.

I smiled, she is in her hotel room now. God, I want her so bad. I exhaled slowly, mouth away from the receiver. There was a long comfortable silence, she is just listening to my breathing and I listened to her's. If we both closed our eyes it was like we were still next to each other. All that was missing was her warmth, her presence, everything I could hope to have, just short of the real thing. Breaking the silence “I watched you sleep for a while, I can’t believe you fell asleep on me though” I chuckled “medication kicking my ass” it’s like I could hear her smile, and as I closed my eyes I could see her. Delicate smile on her face, the phone to her ear “What are you wearing?” I asked her, voice soft and seductive “same thing I showed you earlier, just panties and a robe. How about you?” Robyn’ voice is so fucking beautiful, it’s sexual as fuck “me, uhm boxers. That is all” I missed her, but phone sex. That was just gonna make me miss her more “I was dreaming about you…” I whispered, “Oh really?” She asked, her curiosity peeked by her words and her sultry tone “And what was I doing?” oh we are doing this.

Waving to the crowd as I walked off stage, another date done. Another day down, closer to when I see my man. I am so excited to see him, he thinks I am not coming because I said I need to go Atlantic City but he doesn’t understand I have a two day break so I am seeing him, I am close by so I thought I would see him. See how he is, clearly he has become hornier. This man has sent me nothing but dick pictures, I am sick. He is sending them unprovoked now, I mean I don’t mind it but give me a break. I see his penis more than my own breasts, but I have to entertain him, of course I will he is my man. I have a rolling stone interview tonight so that will be done and in the morning I have the photoshoot and then after that I will be with Chris, I am keeping to the I am not coming vibe, I want to surprise him. I am super proud of him; I did think he would kick off way more then I thought but he hasn’t. He has used the time to reflect on things, he seems so much calmer “another day done” my tour manager said, Tina passed me my jacket “thank you baby and yes, I can’t wait for this shit to be over. Not in a bad way but I just have a lot on right now” making my way backstage ready to leave this place.

Making my way into the living room “Josh” the interviewer shot up, he seemed in a daze to meet me “wow, you are just amazing” shaking his hand “you think so” I laughed “I am nothing special now boy, come on. Nice that you can come out so late, you ready for the club? You don’t look it” I pointed at his outfit “club?” he retorted caught off guard “you hanging with Rihanna boy, you going to party with me. I mean we just going to go and have some fun, welcome to my life boo. Come” waving him over, I need a drink before we go “I didn’t know, the office just said to be here for eleven” I laughed, I laughed out because I was late “and I had you waiting outside, one thing about me. I will be late for everything, you smoke?” sitting on the bar stool “no, not at all” this guy needs better shoes “so they got me hanging with a nigga with bad shoes, I mean by all means but come on” picking the pre-rolled blunt from the counter “I left this for future Rihanna, past Rihanna rolled this and left for the concert and look, I am happy now” I smiled to myself “and relax Josh, I don’t bite” I winked at him “Tina! Pour some drinks for us” placing the blunt between my lips, grabbing the lighter to light the blunt “I am not prepared, I am just saying this out loud, you are very empowering” he is just full of compliments, clearly.

Josh and I clinked glasses “this bitch is my best friend Mel, I do not go anywhere without her. She is my other half” drinking the wine “so you both been friends since forever? Day one?” nodding my head “it was never a thing of she doesn’t have the talent or that she is not me. She is me, we are one. She is my best friend, my lover. She kept my bed warm at night, not in that way” I laughed “but where I go she goes, we been riding for each other since school. My team, we are all close. Shit, they all seen me naked, I walk around naked. Not in this occasion but we close, family type of close” Josh is just soaking everything in, an interviewer of course he is “does Mel still keep your bed warm at night now” I giggled “not that I know have a boyfriend, no” Mel and I just laughed “there was a lot of speculation that you was cheating on ASAP Rocky when you got with your current boyfriend, how it just started. I don’t know if that is something you read but it seemed like you had him there and had ASAP, was that the case or not” shaking my head “no, I am not a cheater. It happened quick and I get that I really do but I told Rakim straight away. I may have jumped because I was excited, I haven’t seen him for what seven years? So when I saw him, I just yeah. But I am happy, so happy that I could see myself leaving fame” I said it but laughed, I laughed it off but I meant it “you would do that?” Josh questioned “to protect my relationship, to confirm Chris hasn’t said any of this or asked of me to do that but he got hurt because of me, I love my fans I do but I have to think of my happiness but I won’t leave yet but it’s just something there” Josh looks shook “I hope you don’t, I think you got so much more to do yet, we haven’t heard the last of you” I pointed at him smiling “exactly, we can drink to that” holding my glass up.

Putting my earrings on, I wasn’t lying about going to the club “anyone got Josh new shoes” making my way out of the bedroom “wowee” he is crushing on me “I want you to include how much you crushing on me” I laughed “I will, because there is no denying how gracefully beautiful you are. After the incident at your home, the guy got sentenced and it was mentioned he was there for you? He quoted things that I am not repeating, and I am sure you read, does that not scare you?” taking in a deep breath “I can’t be scared all my life with things, I can only pray to god to look over me. Men can be scary, let’s be real. If I was alone, I don’t know. And it does scare me because there are some crazy people out there, I just want to move on from it. I do” sitting down on the couch “is your boyfriend not here? Does he know he got attacked because of you?” I chuckled “he does, and he is in his hometown healing. I will be moving away from that place, sometimes I think I want to move out of country. Maybe back to Barbados where I can be me, where I don’t need to look over my shoulder, where my family and friends can be happy, you know?” shaking my head “maybe that is the peace you need, which leads me to you being stressed which caused you to miscarry. I am sorry to hear that happened to you, when I read it on TMZ and I saw the video of you crying, you made me cry because I could feel your pain through it, it was a weird feeling. The love and support you received and how you highlighted that this happens to a lot of women and how stressful it can be, being in the that moment for you, how did you feel?” I hate speaking on it but it’s my first interview since “erm, wow. I find it hard still, look at me teary eyed. But I uhm, when I was told I didn’t believe it. I just went within myself; I was in shock and I was in pain. So much pain, I am not stupid because if we’re having sex without protection I knew I would fall pregnant and look at god, I just feel pain. And I do, but with the help and support I push through. The baby wasn’t developed fully but when I read that it’s heart would be beating; it just makes me cry. I lost a piece of me when that happened, and then when Chris got hurt. I just felt pain, I felt like I was getting attacked like I am not supposed to be happy. But I need to protect my family, so yeah. Once this tour is over I have a lot to think about, for me, for my family, for my relationship” smiling lightly.

“Do you feel like your career has got in the way? Because I don’t know if I am hearing this right from you, do you think the things that happened wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t on tour?” Josh asked, I paused thinking trying to gather my thoughts “if you are asking if I wouldn’t have lost my baby, you’re right. I had a lot on without noticing, I am to blame too because I was changing, and I didn’t take action. I think maybe I have been thinking about my future too much that now I feel like I am too busy, but I am not saying I would leave music, I love doing it but I think I need to have my time, I need to heal properly. Nobody is me; nobody understands how I feel when I stand there. Because it was me, and I am going to be selfish and I am going to spend time with my man, but I think leaving the country seems to be my way forward anyways” I want to stray away from that miscarriage shit “are you in love?” I laughed out “yes I am, this is why I don’t get why people think I was cheating on Rakim. What happened was I knew Chris from when I came here as an exchange student, I knew him, and I fell for him there, but we split paths and we met again. I never forgot him Josh, never did. You just don’t, not when someone makes you smile the way they do. Am I in love? Yes I am, it’s rare to find that and I did. I found it in him and if you met him, you will see what I love about him, oh are we ready to go?” grabbing my glass, I am ready to get out of here.

I hope Chris appreciates this because I have been to the club, had that interview. Went to bed and then had the photoshoot in the morning all to fit him in, I can even stay the night. I am tired, the fuck. I don’t even know where Tina put him, I just said I did but I really don’t, she found the place, but it seems very peaceful around here, quiet and out of the way. I said to my manager I will see them in Baltimore tomorrow “is this the place?” I have no idea what I be paying out for “yes it is” oh this is fancy, no wonder Chris said it was too nice, I am super excited to see Chris in person. I am tired of talking to him dirty too, he is a damn feign. I don’t even want to think where he is putting those cumrags, he is nasty so I can only imagine “I can open my car door, thank you. See you tomorrow” grabbing the backpack “are you sure? I will watch you go in” opening the door and getting out of the SUV “thank you” closing the door, walking up the drive. Chris is having breakfast in the afternoon, he said he just woke up so I guess it will be a nice surprise for him. Walking up the steps, I can’t wait to see my bald poppa in person. Knocking on the door and stepping back from the door, I know they are eating but someone can open the damn. I know Chris won’t be coming to the door, I was going to knock again but I can see someone coming to the door. Seeing Clinton’ face “hey” I said smiling “oh wow, what a great surprise. Come in, come in please” he opened the door wider for me “what that!?” Chris shouted, stepping inside “he is in the dining room, he is going to be so excited. Does he know? I don’t think he does, or he would have mentioned it” shaking my head following Clinton to the dining room “who is it?” Chris asked again “for you” Clinton pointed behind him, Chris looked behind him “w-what? Twin?” he said in shock “I came to see your bald self in person, hey boys” placing my backpack down “oh my god, you are really here. Wow” placing my arm around him, pressing a kiss to the top of his bald head “I have been waiting to do that to you” Chris is still trying to get over me being here, he is shocked.

#Chrianna FF #Chrianna #Chrianna Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fanfiction

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duckulamoved · 5 years ago

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Duck Quacks All!

Interview for TVTimes, February 1989. [Source]

Nabbed from Twitter in the link above! The actual article had me rolling as much as the show, so I’ve provided the article written under a read more for ease of viewing. The article is an interview by Brian Trueman with Count Duckula. Trueman, as the note at the end of the article states, [He] normally puts the words into the mouth of Nanny, the maid at Castle Duckula.

At last- Count Duckula, the star of his own ITV series, talks exclusively and with no beaks barred to children’s favorite BRIAN TRUEMAN in downtown Transylvania

I arrived at Kluj- throbbing heart of Transylvania- in a state of high excitement and a 1933, four cylinder Rasputin. It had been an exciting journey over the Slavic Alps. I’d run over hedgehogs before- but never in an aeroplane.

I hadn’t raised an eyebrow (mostly because they’d fallen off in the first five minutes) when the air-hostess demonstrated the safety drill but parachuting out of the plane, but I was a touch disturbed by the pilot’s cheery cry of ‘Wish I was going with you!’

It was going to be worth it, though! I had landed the prize of a lifetime: an exclusive first-time-ever, no-holds-barred interview with television’s newest star - Count Duckula, vegetarian vampire duck extraordinaire.

I’d phoned him more in hope than in expectation. Then someone reminded me he was in Transylvania, so I called him there instead.

He was no pushover. ‘Would you even consider giving me an exclusive interview for TVTimes?’

‘Would I ever!’ he shrieked. ‘Wowee, wowee, wow! Ha, ha, ha! It’s fame! Fame at last! Hold on a moment...,’ he breathed. ‘I’ll see if i have a quarter hour to spare this year...’

He had. Now I was on my way to the encounter. No, I realised, checking my recycled chicken-feather-backed Fowl-O-Fax. I was on my way to ‘La Broccoli!’ - Transylvania’s latest and, the Count assured me, classiest restaurant.

The cab driver dropped me outside the establishment. I didn’t mind that- it was when they dropped my case on top of me that it hurt. Maybe when he got a cab...

I picked myself up, ironed the embossed leather-look pattern from my bald spot and spotted the green, green and green neon lights that flashed ‘La Broccoli!’ into the pitch blackness of the Transylvanian high noon.

The place was an exact replica of Castle Duckula- in fact, for a moment, I thought it was Castle Duckula but, dismissing the notion, I pushed across the drawbridge, under the portcullis, and through where there should have been a door. A sepulchral voice greeted me.

‘Are you the lunch?’ it queried. It was the Maitre D. ‘I’m here for lunch,’ I replied. ‘That, sir, is more or less what I meant,’ came the rejoinder.

‘Hey, what’s going on?’ echoed another, thrillingly familiar tone from inside the restaurant. ‘Is that the guy from TVTimes?’

Moments later, I was studying Count Duckula across the table- a glass of broccoli juice in one hand, a note-book in the other and a pen in the other. Well, something like that...

I supposed the recipient of my gaze to be in his early... Or maybe his late... ‘I guess you’re probably wondering how old I am,’ interjected this aristocrat as he casually threw one leg over the other. ‘Good grief!’ I expostulated, fishing the leg out of my broccoli juice. ‘How did you know that?’

‘Hee, hee!’ the Count cackled, ‘I’m tepalethic. Tethalepic. Tetrapellic. Ahem! All pressmen are obsessed with age,’ he observed. ‘ Well, I’ll tell you one thing. I’m nothing like as old as I was when I was my great-grandfather!’

‘Or his father before him...’ observed the Maitre D, who had returned to re-set the table the Count had so recently cleared. ‘Perzackerly!’ quacked my guest adding, ‘Ok, we’ll eat now, Igor.’

‘Igor?’ I queried.

‘Yes,’ he replied, ‘we’re pretty eager to eat now. That’s what I said. What did you think I said? I supposed you’ll be accusing me next of only pretending this is a restaurant so that you can pay for the meal and I can get hold of some desperately needed cash at last!!’

‘No!’ I said.

‘I should hope not!’ he continued. ‘But the way, did I mention you’re paying for the meal?’

‘An honour!’ I assured him.

‘Hear that?’ he snapped at the head waiter. ‘Wheee! Whee-hee-hee!!’

‘Wee, hee, hee, indeed, milord,’ replied the other. ‘Shall I serve lunch, sir?’

‘Do, Ig...er...yes, do.’

He leaned across to me in confidence. ‘Listen,’ he hissed, ‘don’t eat anything red! Got it?’

‘Got it!’

‘Good! I won’t have a book in the place...’

‘A book?’ I quizzed.

‘Yeah, a book...Sometimes they get...read!’

He burst into laughter and out of his shirt, toppling backwards from his chair, sensitive feet waving greenly.

‘Another drink?’

‘Oh...yes,’ I agreed.

‘Very kind of you,’ he replied. ‘Another broccoli juice here, M D!’

I shifted my pen. ‘And what about...women?’

‘Wow! Yes, indeedy!’ he responded.

‘Well?’

‘So where are they?’ panted the be-beaked Count. ‘C’mon! C’mon!’

‘I mean,’ I interjected, ‘the women in your life.’

‘Women in my life?’ he repeated. ‘There aren’t any women in my...’

‘Coo-eee!’ called a voice from the near distance, ‘Duckyboos!’

‘There aren’t any women in my life I’d talk to you about!’ ‘Especially that one!’ the Count added. ‘Come on!’

It wasn’t easy taking notes in the darkness of the broom cupboard, but I did my best. ‘How about Zi-Zi Lamour?’ I went on.

‘Wow! Yes!’ he gabbled. ‘The Most Kissable Bill in Hollywood! She really gives me the goose-bumps! Turkey-bumps, even- and on a duck that’s really something!’ He sighed.

‘There’s a problem?’ I delved.

‘I just wish I hadn’t been born a duck.’

‘How’s that?’ I demanded, puzzled.

‘You ever tried shaving a beak?’

I was still pondering his reply when, some 14 milliseconds later, the interview ended.

There was a high-pitched cry of ‘Coming, ready or not!’ and the door fell in on us. I had a brief glimpse of a towering, one-armed white figure...then I knew no more.

It’s a lovely hospital; nice views- and they keep the bolts well oiled. And the doctor’s very kind...only...well, I wish he wouldn’t keep calling me ‘cheeky boy’ and feeding me millet...

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#count duckula #ive written the article word for word i wish i could indent properly but tumblr would not let m #i hope sourcing as such is permissible the scans are not mine i just wanted to share them and write them out for ease of viewing but im #not as good at the latter either ill be honest

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fallingin-like · 5 years ago

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november 4

“i hate you” sounds like “as you wish” by @luci-cunt

see which other fics i’m reviewing this month! / my review request post!

this is a princess bride!au and as a person that has never read/watched it, this was a wild ride. a really funny fic, i thought this was such a fun read!!

wow okay so i’ve already talked to you a little bit on my thoughts regarding this fic so i’m just going to jump in and mention the bits i especially liked:

the part about the duchess realising annette loves chocolate and supplying so much of it so that she gains weight?? so funny (i watched an asian drama where a similar thing happens and it’s just so petty and dramatic i love it) also wowee 42 children, such goals

exCUSE me did you just say the duke fell in love with his mother in law because that’s wILd and also nasty

ohmygoodness early adulthood being 12 and 13 at that time. so true but also crazy to think about

”’so tell me, what’s your secret?’… ‘i feed them,’” THIS IS THE BEST

andrew moving to america to make money to build a home for him and neil is soooo cute!

part II is a good part. i love the author’s/authors editor’s notes and the repeated elaboration. i agree that other groom deserves no respect and his character shouldn’t be explored, although the additions to add more emotional depth was a good touch

queen bella is a blessing for being so wonderful and acting as a translator for the king

”’no one could be following us then?’… ‘no that would be inconceivable,’ she smirked… “why do you ask?’ ‘no reason… i just happened to look back and see a ship catching up to us’” oh i love this quote so so much. i’m pretty sure it’s a part of the original book/movie but it’s so good that i can’t not comment on it

”’i’m not a moron, i just can’t see that far,’ matt said defensively” yeah! don’t let lola boss you around matt!

”’how is this normal man gaining!?’…’i have to carry three people, and he only has to carry himself and-’” lola is the worst and matt is the best. he’s so lovely and is just trying his hardest~~

”you keep using that word, i do not think it means what you think it means” this is the perfect line for kevin!! i can totally imagine him saying this phrase in the normal aftg universe in response to the rest of the foxes saying weird stuff as a meme without realising that it’s actually a quote. also could be used for neil every time andrew says he hates him ;)

iconic moment when kevin switches hands, just to be outshone by andrew doing tHE EXACT SAME THING

”lola was waiting for him, in fact, she’d set out a small picnic spread complete with blanket, wine, cheese, apples, and a tied up and blindfolded neil laying beside her with a knife to his throat” as yes, just the usual picnic things

dread pirate roberts being jeremy aka the human sunshine?? amazing

neil on andrew’s golden pillows!!!!

riko being super extra and riding four white horses like chill dude

i am definitely the count during the bit where riko is figuring out what happened “do we not want to hunt down the loser of the battle?”, “the count blinked at him, unsure how the prince was able to get as much from some stirred up dirt”, “the count only saw dirt and rocks” like what a big mood

this author’s note is hilarious! also i have not heard of phish food flavoured ice cream before but i just looked it up and it looks exactly like the kind of ice cream i would enjoy

”if i’m being honest, this is a bit underwhelming” typical neil josten, i think he would say this even if he was in the middle of being tortured

oh my goodness snow sand is terrifying and i definitely would have ended up being that person’s skeleton if i fell in.

”every day jeremy told me ‘i’ll probably kill you tomorrow’ and while i didn’t believe him, i also didn’t want to risk that a letter to you could be my last” andrew! is! so! in! love! how soft, how can you argue against that logic?

hhh it breaks my heart when neil always sacrifices himself for andrew

OH DANG WAIT THE COUNT IS THE SIX FINGERED MAN

ngl i would have enjoyed reading a chapter abt the different types of food to be served at the wedding.

thank you for summing up the bit about matt waking up. matt doesn’t deserve to be sad because he is amazing and lola sucks and those local boys who mocked him are terrible >:(

MATT RHYMING BACK WHEN KEVIN IS YELLING AT HIM AT FIRST I DIDN’T REALIZE AND THOUGHT HE WAS JUST SAYING GIBBERISH BACK ahhh he’s so precious!!

miracle minyard being aaron!!! i do not understand what miracle men are but this is great! “you look a lot like our dead man” “is that supposed to be a threat?” LOL

”riko was to be married no later than a quarter to five, six wouldn’t do, and he still had to get ready and figure out how to force nathaniel into looking like a semi consensual groom” is a sentence i never thought i would ever read

MATT ON A WHEELBARROW WITH HIS ARMS OUT AND ON FIRE IS THE BEST THING EVER oh my goodness this is amazing

”andrew made his way as fast as he could-currently eighty year old man speed” this is me most of the time

”andrew, who was now moving closer to health-freak 80-year-old speed” this is me the rest of the time

i loved this so much! the tone of the story remains humourous and funny even when it gets really intense and emotional making this fic a really fun read. since i haven’t watched/read the princess bride before this was a really wild ride and i never knew what was coming next or how the story would be resolved. the author’s notes were really funny and were nice breaks from the plot of the story, especially since there was so much going on. even with me not knowing much of the context, you did a good job of explaining things without distracting from the main story too much. the characters that you matched up worked really well and this felt really true to the aftg characters, although maybe a little more dramatic (rip to king ichirou tho). thank you so much for writing this fic!

#i hate you sounds like as you wish #aftg fic review #raelle writes

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joeycupcakerichter · 6 years ago

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Zach Dempsey - Steel Bars and Broken Hearts part 7

A/N: WOWEE WOW HERE’S ANOTHER PART. Also I’m on my second rewatch of the series for the month so safe to say I’m fucking addicted again so maybe updates will be regular? Who knows. We shall see. Anywhoooooo~~~ Do you think I should add smut into this? Like, I know it would probably be a good idea because well, Zach’s hot but I just wanted to through that out there see what people think. Anywho, enjoy. ♥

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warnings: This probably isn’t great, persay, but there’s a bunch of sadness and crying and junk.

Word Count: 3383 (😎)

Part one ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six

Masterlist

Work seemed to drag on forever. You thought having Skye there would distract you but you couldn’t stop watching the door, even though you knew he wouldn’t be coming through until your night was over. Skye noticed how distracted you were as you absentmindedly let the pitcher of water you were filling overflow for a couple seconds as you were lost in thought.

“(Y/N)! What are you doing? Pay attention!” She said, quickly turning the water off, breaking you from your reverie. You shook your head, still dazed as you flicked your hands in attempt to dry them off.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” You say, picking up a towel to dry your hands off fully.

“What’s going on with you today? You’ve been Neil Armstrong-ing it all day.” You looked at her with a confused look and she rolled her eyes in exasperation. “You’ve been a total space cadet.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t get much sleep last night.” You brush off, rubbing your eyes to fully sell it. It wasn’t completely a lie. You didn’t sleep at all, save for the couple hours you got with Zach. She eyed you suspiciously before sighing and dumping out some of the excess water from the pitcher. You watched her pour it into the drain to push the stray coffee beans down.

“What were you doing all night that kept you from your beauty sleep?” She asked absently. You shrugged as response and she narrowed her eyes at you. “Wait, you told me you were tired and kicked me out of your house by eleven because you were so tired.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes for real this time, trying to come up with some kind of cover when the blonde guy from the day you got out and a darker skinned girl approached the counter. You thanked the heavens for the distraction from Skye’s questioning as you walked over to take their order.

“Can I get a hot chocolate?” The girl asked simply, looking over the boy next to her. You punch the order in on the screen and look to the boy yourself.

“Let’s see, I think I’ll try the special. Seems particularly decadent.” He said, pulling out his wallet to pay. The two squabble about the girl paying for her own drink before the blonde kid smacks a twenty down on the counter, looks you square in the eye and calls dibs. You quickly grab the bill, causing the girl to huff and cross her arms across her chest, though a smile tickling her cheeks told you that she wasn’t completely upset with him. When you returned his change, he pour the coins and a dollar into the tip jar by the register and you noticed he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. “Wait a minute, I know you.” He drew out, seeming to study your features. “You look so familiar.”

“I’ve just come back to town, so unless you lived here for over five years, it’s probably just coincidence.” You shrug, moving to start making their drinks.

“No, I’ve only been here for like three years, but I know your face.” He says, intently. You start to blush from the attention, unable to meet his gaze. You didn’t want to start advertising your past to everyone who thought they knew you. You watch realization dawn on the girls face, not realizing she had been staring too, except at your name tag. She smacked the blonde boy to shut him up. “What the fuck Jess?” He exclaimed.

“She’s (Y/N).” She told him quietly, making a face like he should’ve known.

“(Y/N)?” He asked confused. He looked at you again and his eyes widened. “Oh shit you’re Zach’s (Y/N)!” He said excitedly. You felt your heart stop for a moment thinking Zach had been running around bragging already. You ignored the part of you that would’ve been flattered regardless. Reading the stunned look you wore now he elaborated. “Zach used to tell me about you all the time. When I went through PT for my accident, we would talk about all kinds of shit, and you were a topic I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone.”

“So naturally he told me.” The girl called Jess told you plainly. “I’m Jessica, this is Alex. We’re friends of Zach’s.” She informed you. You eye them cautiously. Alex notices your apprehension and quickly puts two and two together.

“Not one of those friends.” Alex amends quickly and you can feel tension release from your shoulders that you weren’t entirely aware of until it was removed.

“I’m not Zach’s (Y/N).” You tell them sheepishly, trying to distance your public image from him as much as possible.

“I know that.” Alex said with more snip in his tone than you knew he meant. Jess smacked the back of her hand against his arm again. “Woman if you do not stop smacking me.” A smile formed at your cheeks before you could even stop yourself. “Glad someone’s amused.” He said when he caught your grin. “We should hang out sometime though. I would love to hear your side of some of these stories Zach’s been telling me.” He grinned at you.

“Wait a minute, you said you recognized my face. Did Zach like keep pictures of me around?” You asked, changing the topic quickly. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the idea of finding more friends, it just also wasn’t in your best interest to start making friends with people that thought they knew everything about you already.

“Not exactly. He posted a couple like collage pictures on Instagram awhile back. His Mom got really mad and made him take them down because you were in them. She said it wasn’t ‘proper’ and could hurt his future.” Alex explained, rolling his eyes. Your heart sunk and you fought back the tears that were burning at your eyes.

“That makes sense I suppose.” You say quietly, so as to keep your tone even and keep your tears at bay.

“Not really, from what Alex said, what happened wasn’t really your fault.” Jessica said gently, reaching her hand out to gently touch yours. “Why’d you do it? Why did you take the fall for him?” She asked. Her tone wasn’t prying, it was genuine concern that you were surprised to find coming out of a girl you barely knew.

“It’s complicated.” You croak, sitting their drinks on the counter between them. “I have to get back to work.” A sniffle slipped out before you could stop yourself and mercifully they took their drinks and went to find a booth.

“Hey are you okay?” Skye asked from behind you. “How do you know those two? They weren’t around in your time.”

“I don’t know them, but apparently they know me. They’re friends of Zach’s.” You admit to her. The pain of carrying all this around was starting to wear on you and you were tempted to just tell Skye everything. You steeled your reserve instead, excusing yourself. “I’m gonna go take my break, I’ll be out back.” You tell her, quickly opening the cabinet holding your belongings and heading out the back. By the time you got outside, the tears were pouring down your face, and it was all you could do to hold back a sob. This was going to be your life now. You were going to lose Zach just as you get him back. There was no way his mom would tolerate your presence in his life. If she was going to get that upset over a picture, then you didn’t want to see the reaction to the flesh and blood dark mark on his wrist. You force your face into your hands, pushing in hard enough that you see stars.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” A voice says, causing you to pull your face from your hands, startled. You see a slender boy standing in front of you and it takes you a second to recognize him as Clay Jenkins.

“Clay?” You say, completely stunned. “What are you doing here?”

“I was riding by and I heard you crying.” He says simply and you can’t help to appreciate his straight forward nature. “I wanted to make sure everything was okay.” He stands awkwardly in front of you, clearly unsure of how to approach the situation.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m just… dealing with a lot.” You tell him, trying to steady yourself. You wipe the tears, careful not to ruin your makeup any further. “I’ll be okay, promise. It’s good to see you how have you been?” You try changing the topic to anything but you but he presses on.

“I’m great, but you’re not. I know we haven’t been close in a very long time but I can’t just leave you here all upset.” He tells you. You smile at him, hoping your composure had returned to convince him but no such luck. A buzzing from your pocket distracts you and you quickly retrieve your phone.

“Hey, are you okay? Alex said he saw you today and you were upset.” Zach’s message read. Fresh tears filled your eyes as you type out a response, assuring him that you were fine and not to worry about you.

“Seriously Clay, I’m fine. I got all worked up over something that inevitably won’t matter. I’ll be okay, I promise.” You tell him unconvincingly. He looks you over concerned before your phone buzzes again. As you look back to the device, he pulls out his own, typing away furiously.

“Are you sure? I can come by if you need me to. May just got back from her lesson so I’m free for the afternoon.” You smile despite yourself at the offer but quickly type out a response insisting you were okay but that you couldn’t wait to see him after work.

“(Y/N), we’re having a bit of a rush, could you come back in for a little bit?” Skye says, peeking her head out of the back door you had come through. Her sudden appearance startles you and you quickly stand up, fanning your face before saying goodbye to Clay and heading back inside. Skye hangs back for a moment so you take the opportunity to splash some water on your face. She closes the door behind her and the two of you head back out into the front, her taking over the register and you busying yourself making coffee, grateful not to have to face anyone. When the rush dies down, you can only sigh in relief, sinking onto a milk crate on the floor to hide you from the rest of the cafe.

“What happened earlier?” Skye asked again, surprising you by handing you an iced chai tea. You’re tempted again to tell her everything, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say the words that were breaking your heart. You were in love with Zach Dempsey, even after everything that happened and it wasn’t likely to ever go anywhere but into the ground. Instead, you shrug your shoulders at her, causing her to sigh in frustration. “You know I’m your friend right?” She reminds you. “You can tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m just struggling with being back.” You tell her sadly, allowing some amount of truth out.

“Is it because of Zach?” She asks bluntly and you look up at her in surprise.

“I mean, kind of?” You admit, the ache of doing so causing tears to prick your eyes.

“Did he do something to you? I can kill him if you need me to, I’d just need help hiding the body.” She assures you, pulling a milk crate close and sitting down on it to look you in the eyes. “Whatever you need, I’ve got you girl.”

“Can you go back in time and stop me from going to that stupid ass party?” You ask, laughing hollowly. “Because it ruined my fucking life and I’m not going to be able to fix it.” You kick a rolled up receipt in frustration. “Zach didn’t do anything wrong, by the way. He’s just as sweet and lovable as ever, maybe too much so.”

“Oh, so you’re still in love with him?” She asks gently, or as gently as she could. She almost seemed disgusted by the idea.

“To say the least.” You shrug, laughing hollowly again. “And it’ll never be able to go anywhere because I fucked everything up. His mom hates me. You know how important his family is to him. He seems to think he’ll be able to convince her otherwise but I always thought she never liked me in the first place. After everything that’s happened, I’m sure that just sealed it.” The truth flows out of you and it feels… freeing. “And, naturally, my mom hates him. She threatened to kick me out just for talking to him. I don’t know what to do.” Tears flowed freely and you looked up at her. “I don’t know what to do. I just… I don’t know.” You slump forward in defeat, crying into your knees. You hear Skye stand up and take an order, completing it and sitting back down.

“Why don’t you just tell your mom this? Tell her how much you’re hurting?” She suggested.

“I tried that.” You tell her. “When she first caught me texting him she was livid, I told her he and I had unfinished business and she told me I wasn’t allowed to see him while I was living under her roof.”

“You’re eighteen, you can just leave.”

“Skye I just got her back, I don’t want to lose her again.” You mourn. She’s silent for a moment before standing again, sharing hushed words with someone before returning.

“Zach’s here.” She tells you. Your eyes widen as you look at her, and then up at the counter to see him looking down at you sheepishly.

“Hey, I’m not done until 10:30, I’ll text you when I’m done.” You tell him, trying to wipe the tears from your eyes while simultaneously trying to seem composed.

“(Y/N), get out of here. I’ll cover for you.” Skye tells you plainly.

“No, I can’t just leave.” You insist.

“(Y/N), go.” She tells you bluntly. You hang your head but collect your things and clock out.

“Are you sure?” You ask one last time before moving to the other side of the counter.

“Ask me again and I’m going to kick your ass.” She glares at you. Zach takes your hand and leads you around the counter, waving goodbye to Skye as the two of you left. He lets you into his car, throwing your bags into the back seat before climbing into his side.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him as he turns the engine over and waits for an opening to enter traffic.

“You were upset.” He shrugs, seeing his opening and taking it smoothly. The buildings pass by you and soon Monet’s is pretty far in your rearview mirror. The silence between you is comfortable as usual and while you enjoyed it, it was simultaneously breaking your heart.

“I don’t know what to do.” You admitted, your voice almost non-existent. He puts his hand on yours in comfort and you can’t even look at him. You knew he would be looking over, eyes full of concern because that’s just the type of guy Zach was and you just couldn’t bear to have your heartbroken by the knowledge that it wouldn’t be forever.

“Babe, we’ll figure it out. I promise you. I’m not going to lose you again.” He says earnestly. You stare out the window, trying to fight back the doubtful thoughts that were clouding your mind.

“Alex told me your mom made you take down a picture that had me in it.” You told him, voice barren of any emotion. “You think she’s going to like that you’re hanging around me again?” It’s Zach’s turn to be silent. He pulls into a small parking lot, shutting the car off to look over at you.

“(Y/N), I love my mom, but I also love you. I’ll make her understand. Even if I have to… tell her.” You look up at him quickly, shaking your head. “This doesn’t need to be a secret anymore. It doesn’t matter. We need to put it in the past.” He presses on, not letting you interrupt.

“It’s my secret to share.” You hiss at him.

“No, (Y/N), it’s not. I’ve been carrying this guilt around for years, knowing what you did for us, what you did for me. I’ve had to listen to stupid jokes and sit there and listen to people that didn’t know the real story talk about you to me.”

“I think if we want to have a suffering olympics, I’ll be taking home the gold in that one.” You snarl. “What’s the point in telling anyone, they’re either not going to believe it or talk even more shsit. It makes no difference.”

“Since when do you care about what people think?” Zach shot back, looking at you with almost a look of disgust on his face.

“I don’t! I just don’t want to hear anything more than I already do.”

“Let me help you.” Zach pleads, reaching for your hand. You pull it away, not letting him soothe you into compliance. “(Y/N) I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in my life. I just want to help you. You don’t have to carry this burden on your own. We can set the truth free and actually start to move on.”

You sit in silence, wanting to get out of the car, to scream and yell at him but deep down you knew he was right. “If we tell people, if the truth comes out, what happens to you?” You whisper. “What’s you’re mother going to think? Will she love me for protecting her precious boy?”

“I don’t care, I can handle it. No one is going to care about us doing shrooms when we were thirteen. Look I’m not saying let’s print an ad in the newspaper, but we could tell our parents.”

“My mother would utterly despise you even more than she already does. She already wants me to have nothing to do with you, she would probably be out for blood if she finds out.”

“I can handle it.” He assures you.

“If I keep seeing you, she’ll kick me out.” You press on. “She loves me but she’s already threatened me with it.”

“Talk to her, make her understand.”

“She’s not going to understand, she’s going to just think it’s some dumb middle school crush.”

“You can’t know if you don’t try.” He reminds you and you wonder to yourself when he got so wise.

“I can try, but I make no promises. You know this can only make things worse.” You concede.

“(Y/N), how much worse can it get? I already lost you. I’ve told you I won’t let it happen again.” He says sadly.

You look up into his eyes, seeing the complete love and adoration shining through them as he looked down at you. You feel your body moving close to him and then your lips were on his. The kiss was deep and longing, like you both were trying to make up for lost time. He pulled you close to him, moving around until he’s pulled you onto his lap. The kiss becomes fervent, like you’re both filling a need you didn’t know you had. His hands move under your shirt, and yours to his hair, and you feel his hips start gyrating into you. But as badly as you want to continue where this is going, you pull away from him and try to catch your breath.

“Not here.” You murmur against his lips as he tries to rejoin with you. He gives you a pout but ultimately concedes, relaxing back into his seat. You run your hand through his hair, distracting yourself with the soft texture to resist the urge to fall back into his kiss.

“We have to figure this out, soon.” He tells you, his voice husky. “I won’t let you go again.”

~Taglist~ (I forgot this part last time so I figured I’d throw it on here, please let me know if you wanna be removed.)

@last-breath-199, @mysticsthinking, @aastriiid, @miapollard-x, @beansparker, @makaykay001, @bombshelljones, @internatixnal-army @peanut-98, @leighxlover (if you wanna be removed, just let me know)

#zach dempsey #zach x reader #zach dempsey imagine #Steel Bars and Broken Hearts #13 reasons why #13rw #13 reasons why imagine

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bountyman · 6 years ago

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Name any three things about the rpc that bother you.

the be honest meme || x || accepting

Hum…

1) Definitely the sort of hive-mind / mob mentality that sometimes rises up in the RPC. I’ve been fortunate to never experience it first-hand, but I’ve seen some roleplayers (genuinely nice ones!) get absolutely hounded by people for small mistakes, slips, things they’ve already apologized for, and even just false rumors. It’s scary how some folks will see cal.lo.ut posts, blindly agree, and then jump on the hate bandwagon. I think I’ve mentioned this kind of thing before on my blog, but it’s happened enough times that it just sticks out so sorely in my mind. Observations of a few really bad and unfounded cases are the biggest reason why I’m so against call.ou.t / cancel culture. I know some of them are done with good intention, but honestly it just strikes me as childish and I’ve only ever seen maybe 1 instance in almost 10 years where it was ever justified.2) Roleplay groups that clog RP tags with ads, promos, and submissions!! Lord have mercy, I think I’ve blocked more RPGs than po.rn bots. I’m not against RP groups but wowee I can’t scroll through #marvel rp / #dc rp / #disney rp / any big RPC tags without getting flooded with ad after ad from RPGs. I think all the submission and application posts are the most annoying, though. It makes it so hard to find other indie blogs and definitely doesn’t make me want to join their group. 3) This is likely unpopular, but how villains or morally grey muses are treated within the RPC / people trying to equate mun and muse. I only write two bad guys right now and so far I’ve had decent luck with no one trying to police them, but I’ve had experiences in the past where people have tried to tell me that I couldn’t write something because they didn’t agree with it, or they became upset when my villain muse lashed out at theirs. If you’re going to write with a serial killer muse (for instance) or a muse with an aggressive personality… maybe don’t get offended when your muse pushes them and they strike back?

Additionally, it’s just really weird to me what people try to tell writers they can’t write. I’m mostly talking about villains here, but this could be applied to any kind of character.

For example, there are muns out here getting dragged for writing dark topics like r.ap.e, but no one cares if someone writes about murder or torture? Now, granted, I’d never write a ra.p.e scene. Personally, that makes me extremely uncomfortable, but I also don’t really care if someone else writes it providing that both muns are consenting and it’s properly tagged. Why does one dark topic get a pass, while another equally dark (or in some cases objectively less dark) doesn’t?

You could argue that fiction has an affect on people and, sure, I won’t argue with that. Fiction is powerful. Fiction can change how people think and feel. But censorship is arguably more dangerous and I can’t agree that just because something is dark or taboo means that it shouldn’t be written at all. Fiction is a safe way to explore the dark, the macabre, and the violent, and for some people, it’s a way to cope with the horrible things that have happened in their lives.

A writer shouldn’t have to worry whether or not they need to babysit people or explain why a topic is bad, or worry whether or not the content they’re writing is “too dark”. The reader is responsible for what they view, and if those things truly do tempt them to do bad things, they shouldn’t be on the Internet at all. If someone writing a torture scene makes you want to go torture someone, that is not normal. Get off the Internet and go get help. But don’t blame the writer. And absolutely never assume that whatever is being written equals condoning that thing. Mun never ever necessarily equals muse.

Let villains be villains. Let characters do morally grey or straight up wrong things. It’s always good to write respectfully and to use your own discretion, but… also? This is just tumblr roleplay. No one is out here getting published. No one is preaching to the masses and trying to flip the world on its head by writing something questionable or dark.

Just let villains be villains. A mun who writes a serial killer (or whatever!) doesn’t make them a serial killer, any more than a mun writing a four-headed platypus makes them a four-headed platypus.

#put under a readmore bc the last one got long lmao #i have a lot of Feelings about censorship in the rpc and people ragging on people who write villains #ivakir #thanks so much! [ooc meme responses];

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acehotel · 6 years ago

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“Patience Is A Vulture”: An Interview with Creative Growth Artist Ray Vickers

Ray Vickers thinks it’s “un-American not to have a pet.” It just is. The Oakland-born and bred artist also wants you to know about the exact Thursday he was born, his 120-pound dog named Ace (maybe our favorite dog name to date) and his popular series of dead rabbit illustrations. For this edition of Inside Job — a monthly artists’ series led by LAND Gallery’s Sophia Cosmadopoulos — Vickers chats about his nine years at Creative Growth, his artistic process and all the animals that he’s taken care of.

Creative Growth is an Oakland-based non-profit that serves artists with developmental, mental and physical disabilities, providing a professional studio environment for artistic development, gallery exhibition and representation.

Ray Vickers: Did you know patience is a vulture, ain’t that how it go?

Sophia Cosmadopoulos: I think the saying is patience is a virtue.

RV: I think it’s vulture. And if I found your phone and gave it to you, that’s called a good samurai?

SC: It’s whatever you want it to be. Is that some pepperoni on your drawing?

RV: Oh my goodness [brushes it off]. I told my mom and sister last week, a few days ago, if I see someone, a man, doing a horrible crime, I would take my belt off and spank him. If I see a man doing a crime, I would whoop him. I would hit him with his belt in my right hand and take my belt off and whoop him with my left.

SC: So a double whoop?

RV: Yeah, so what questions you got for me?

SC: Well, would you like to start off by introducing yourself? RV: I’m god. No, I’m not. I am Ray Vickers. V-I-C-K-E-R-S, period. We are in Oakland, California. I was born and raised out here, lemme see, about 31 years. I am 31. Been on this earth 31 years. I lived in Hayward years ago for a short period. But I have been in Oakland pretty much all these years.

SC: Yeah, I grew up out here too. But in San Francisco.

RV: It’s freezing out there, huh? I heard because it be by the ocean.

SC: It is definitely foggier. But now I live in New York where it gets really cold. Have you ever been out there?

RV: No, I can’t really travel because of my pets. I got my two dogs and I got my lizard. And nobody can really feed my lizard his worms. I have a bearded dragon and I feed him mealworms — they are about an inch. My mom will hold my lizard but she won’t feed him worms. So nobody will feed my lizard worms, nobody will walk my dog, he’s nine, he’s 120 pounds, he’s strong. So he used to pull me when I walk him, but he doesn’t pull me no more. So I take his leash and I put it around my waist and I take the leash and I put it around his neck, you know, a chain collar, but he doesn’t really pull me like he used to. His name is Ace.

SC: And what is your lizard’s name?

RV: Jax. J-A-X. He turned a year old on April 19, 2019. I got him when he was small but he’s still growing. He has autism, he don’t like changes. I kiss him on the lips. He don’t like changes. I chilled with him yesterday for about an hour, but I didn’t have time for him on Tuesday or Wednesday. So I picked him up yesterday and he was mad at me because I couldn’t hold him on Tuesday or Wednesday and he tried to bite me. But I told him, if he bite me, I am not going to feed him. It took about 30 seconds and he calmed down. Then I picked him up and I put him, you know, to chill in my pocket for a little bit. I let him sleep. I can pick him up and he can be on my shoulder, chilling with me.

SC: I have never heard of a lizard with autism.

RV: Yeah, it happens. They can have ADD, ADHD, all that.

SC: When did you first start coming to Creative Growth?

RV: Almost nine years, I believe. I come here four days a week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday. But Tuesdays I am here from 9:30 to two o’clock because I leave to do my dog walking job, walking my friend’s dog for an hour. She’s a German Shepherd mix. She’s not big, she’s medium, she’s still strong. I leave today at 2:45, I do a dog walking job. But since the time change, unfortunately I don’t get home till about close to five o’clock, where it’s almost dark and dangerous. I hate to be out in a dark period. You know, I have a big dog and I have pepper spray but I still hate to be out in the dark, because that’s when a lot of badness happens. So I leave here every Tuesday about two o’clock on the nose. I am here four days a week.

SC: Can you describe an average day here at Creative Growth? RV: It has its days. It’s good. It’s like, me? I have autism and I say and do stuff without thinking, but I know how to control my impulsiveness here. Like if I saw you talking to somebody, I wouldn’t walk up behind you and talk to you, because I know how to control my ADD and everything. I wouldn’t just butt in and say something because I have R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

SC: And can you describe your artwork to me?

RV: I just draw whatever is in my head. Something simple, nothing fancy. I do dead rabbits that a lot of people like. I don’t know why people like them, but they do. They sell quick.

SC: When did you start making work about dead rabbits?

RV: Well I was watching TV and I had a freezer in my room. I was watching TV and I had a step, kinda like a stairway thing, a step stool, and it fell on my freezer, and my freezer had a dent in it and I looked at the dent, and I automatically thought of a rabbit. But the real part was, I was watching a show called Heroes, I don’t know if you heard of it, but about 30 seconds later, after the commercial, they showed a guy on there killing a rabbit. It was weird because right before that happened an image of a rabbit popped in my head on my freezer. So I started drawing them, and then everybody liked them. So I started making them out of wood and everything and on paper.

SC: And who is killing those rabbits?

RV: It varies. It could be those teddy bears killing them. Because you know those rabbits with the red eyes? I love animals, don’t get me wrong, but you know those rabbits with the red eyes? It scares the holy guacamole out of me. I ain’t gonna lie, it scares the crap out of me. The rabbits with the red eyes? That’s scary. I took my chances with petting a pitbull on the street more than once, I haven’t been attacked by one. But the rabbits with the red eyes? Wowee. I ain’t petting one of those. It would bite my fingers off.

SC: And what’s your process when you draw them?

RV: I just draw them, I just use the main colors, red for the blood, pink is for the ears — no, wait — pink is for the stomach and a purplish color for the ears. I use a hot glue gun to bring out the whiskers. When I see a rabbit with red eyes, it scares the crap out of me, I don’t know why. The next time I see a rabbit, I will leave it alone. As long as it’s cool with me, I am cool with it. Because I have ADD and everything — my mind, it never stops processing everything. Like September 11th happened on a Tuesday. There are just certain things that I can’t forget. I was born on a Thursday, August 20, 1987 and I still remember that I was born on a Thursday. And the 1989 earthquake, you heard about that one? I was two years old and I remember when that happened. There are just certain things I can’t forget, it’s like a gift and a curse.

SC: How long have you been working on your art?

RV: I was drawing as a kid. I was drawing Sonic the Hedgehog and stuff like that. But I didn’t start coming here till like about almost nine years. I was just at home with my leopard gecko. I was just at home watching TV playing PS2 with my leopard gecko on my shoulder. I was just sitting there watching TV with nothing to do and I heard about this place here and I started three days a week. Now I go here four days a week.

SC: Do you like going to exhibitions at Creative Growth or at outside galleries?

RV: Yeah I don’t go to all of them, just certain ones. I always say, if my work ain’t in it, I don’t come.

SC: What are your goals for your art?

RV: I want to go big, you know, platinum? Nah, just to sell, but I would never be cocky if I was rich because the most money I ever had, probably was about one thousand, three and a half, four years ago here. But I am not cocky with money or nothing like that. It’s like I am good at certain things, but I don’t be bragging about it.

SC: What do you do outside of the studio?

RV: I go to Comic Con. The next Comic Con I am going to is August of this year. I remember the first time I was there about three or four years ago, I was there from like 9:40 in the morning to literally 3:00pm. I walked around the whole day, never did sit down. What happened last year was, all I ate was a crummy little bag of trail mix peanuts. That’s all I had. I collect action figures. Like, when people say I’m too old to collect action figures — I’m 31 — they’re probably jealous because they ain’t got the money like I do. Because I’m 31 and I probably have 300 action figures.

SC: Wow, that’s amazing. Can you tell me a little bit more about yourself and how you grew up?

RV: I was born and raised in Oakland. Never knew who my dad was, real mom died when I was 16 and I couldn’t cry because I never lived with her, I was never close. So my main focus was watching Spiderman and cartoons in the 1990s and then going to Comic Con. I used to have a leopard gecko, now I have a bearded dragon, a bulldog and a Newfoundland.

SC: It seems like you’re a real animal guy. What’s your favorite animal?

RV: My favorite reptile would be a bearded dragon, still my favorite reptile. I like snakes too. Any animals, I am all for — any animals. I was learning something the other day — that caterpillars, I think it was in Australia — no, London, that caterpillars can actually make silk like spiders and they can silken up houses and trees and cars and all that kind of stuff. A monarch butterfly can fly 1,100 feet in the air. An armadillo’s shell is literally pretty much bulletproof, and they can actually give people leprosy. I was learning a lot of stuff on the animal shows.

SC: You’ve told me a lot about your lizard, what about your dogs?

RV: Both my dogs get along fine, but the bulldog, I actually found her four years ago by the bus stop. And I couldn’t leave her there, and I promised myself that I wasn’t gonna bring home another dog, because I had a Pomeranian, but unfortunately she had to be put to sleep because she kept having seizures. So I ended up bringing home the bulldog. I walk my dogs. I just walk, if it’s raining, I’m still walking. I don’t mind walking, because I walk everyday for an hour. Yeah, because today I got my two hour and fifteen minute walk in today. If it’s hot, cold, rainy, I’m still walking. Now if it’s thundering and lightning and hailing, I ain’t crazy. I am crazy, but I don’t get struck by lightning. I ain’t trying to get struck by lightning. I don’t wanna be in a coma for six months sitting on my ass. I would miss a lot in six months, I would be missing all my shows, my dog would be missing everything.

SC: That’s right, I heard that you have rescued a lot of animals, tell me about that.

RV: Yeah, the smallest dog I ever saved, like almost four years ago? Her name is Clara, our teacher Mady has her. She was real, real, real, real small when I found her, lemme see, that was about almost four years ago. She was probably not even bigger than my shoe. I found her by the bus stop and that’s when I had my long skateboard. And I couldn’t leave her there, she was with another dog, so I picked her up and brought her on the bus. And when I skateboarded here, she was in my backpack, because I never really fall, and then I said Mady, I got something for you, so I reached in my backpack and got it for her. I have rescued about four or five dogs total. I am good with animals. I hate to see dogs roaming the streets. Even this past Tuesday I was walking home, there’s this one dog and I thought it was a boy so I named it Homeboy, but I just found out this morning that she’s a girl, so I gotta change her name to Homegirl. She’s a chow mix. Whenever I see her, I always give her food.

SC: Do you ever bring your pets to Creative Growth?

RV: No. Well, my lizard is autistic, he doesn’t like changes. He’s only used to me. Like if anybody else try to hold him, he gets kind of spicy. But then if I hold him, he’ll come chill with me for like three to four hours. I be chilling with him. I got a thousand pictures of him. It’s un-American not to have a pet. Everybody should have one. I go to PetSmart. My mom says she’s allergic to snakes but she’s not, she just doesn’t like snakes. So if I could get a snake, a long time ago, I would have, but my mom doesn’t like snakes.

SC: Any last words, Ray?

RV: Patience is a vulture. And, if somebody tells you you are a horrible artist or you’re too old to do this or that, don’t listen to them because haters are gonna hate. And as Stan Lee would say, “Enough said.”

#yes #interview #creative growth #sophia cosmadopoulos #artist #art #ray vickers #ace new york #ace hotel new york #ace nyc #ace hotel nyc #new york #oakland

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curly-q-reviews · 6 years ago

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ROAD TO THE OSCAR MAYER WIENER AWARDS 2K19

A Star is Born, 2018 (dir. Bradley Cooper)

Nominated for: Best Original Song, Best Sound Mixing, Best Motion Picture of the Year, Best Lead Actor (Bradley Cooper), Best Lead Actress (Lady Gaga), Best Supporting Actor (Sam Elliott), Best Adapted Screenplay, Best Cinematography

(TW SUICIDE, ALCOHOLISM, DRUG ABUSE)

(ALSO THIS IS A SPOILER-HEAVY REVIEW DONT READ IF U HAVENT WATCHED THE MOVIE YET AND WANT TO OK HERE WE GO)

WOWEE TWO REVIEWS IN A ROW IM ON A ROLL BABBIIIEEEE

ok so remember how i said in my intro that i didnt think this movie was deserving of best picture well uuhhhhhh i lied

or rather as ive been thinking about writing this review and the points im gonna bring up i kinda realized that this is actually a very VERY good movie and the reason i was biased against it is that 1. its the latest of four count ‘em FOUR iterations of the same film and im just so fucken done with remakes, and 2. it got a lot of commercial success mainly because of lady gaga who is like not a fantastic actress but she did do a pretty good job in this???? im gonna get into that later but for now lemme slap y’all in the faces with a healthy dose of ~Movie History~

as i mentioned earlier, this movie is a remake of a remake of a remake of a classic 1937 film starring hollywood starlet Janet Gaynor called- U GUESSED IT- A Star Is Born. the original film is not a musical at all and really has no music apart from the movie score, and is not about a musician but an up-and-coming actress’s rise to fame in hollywood. i really recommend seeing the original film (u can find it for free on youtube) because it gives a lil glimpse into what hollywood was like for young women trying to make it big from the late ‘30′s all the way into the ‘50′s. theres this whole scene going over how janet gaynors character esther blodgett has to go through a complete transformation, not just physically but character-wise. back in those days in hollywood u would have a whole team give u essentially a completely new identity, giving u a new name, changing your hair and eyebrow shape, creating a whole new backstory for you, and pinning down what “type” of actress you’d be (are you more of a pure innocent waifish type? or the hard-working mother? or the sexy yet airheaded provocateur a la marilyn monroe?). its really interesting! and also shows that hollywood has always wanted to control women so nothings really changed!!! great!!!!!!!

so the reason the sequel made in 1954 went for a more musical route is because they managed to get Wizard of Oz darling Judy Garland to play esther blodgett/vicki lester this time around. so now instead of a hollywood actress shes a stage performer trying to get her musical career started, and the musical element of the film is presented as her various stage performance gigs instead of it being like a “the music is the script” type scenario. this movie has arguably one of garland’s best performances on film, so im surprised that i only just found out about it when i was watching some videos about the history of A Star Is Born, but also i didnt know much about her filmography besides The Wizard of Oz anyways.

the third sequel, filmed in 1976, is the one that no one really remembers or talks about despite it starring the legendary Barbara Streisand (it doesnt even show up on the list of options on IMDb when u type in “A Star Is Born” which is kinda sad). esther/vicki is still a musician in this one, but this time shes a Rock Musician cause its the ‘70′s and rock n’ roll is god. her character is also vastly different than the previous two, who dont have a lot of agency in their own lives due to them being women and it being the ‘40′s/’50′s. this esther is a go-getter, independent and an activist, who plays around with gender norms and hyphenates her last name with her husband’s instead of taking his on fully. i havent seen this one yet but ive heard its not really the best of the bunch despite having streisand at the helm, but it did still win an oscar for best original song.

ok so now we have the newest addition to the family! Bradley Cooper’s take on this classic story is kind of a mish-mosh of different elements from each of its predecessors, taking the rock musician storyline from barbara’s and the subplot about changing the lead’s identity from the first two. one thing that is pretty much the same amongst all four of these however is the real meat of the story: the romance. esther/vicki/ally’s love interest and eventual husband (a movie star by the name of norman maine in the first two, a rock star named norman howard in the third, and a country rock star named Jackson Maine in this one) stays about the same character-wise in all iterations, with a few tweaks here and there. he discovers esther/ally performing, is infatuated with her, and helps her in some way to advance her career and propel her to stardom, all while the two fall in love and get married. norman/jackson has one really big vice in his life however: alcoholism (and in the 1976/2018 versions drug abuse is tacked on). this provides the tragedy for this love story, as norman/jackson cant seem to get a handle on his addictions, plus he has a hard time seeing his wife skyrocket into fame when his own career is swiftly going down the shitter. theres a big scene in which he sabotages her acceptance speech at an award show (whether it be an oscar or a grammy), she considers putting her career on hold to take care of him, and due to the overwhelming amount of guilt he feels over all this he commits suicide. and then the final scene is some iteration of esther/vicki/ally doing a tribute to her late husband, either in a speech with the original vicki or a singing performance with the three others.

i had planned on watching all of the other three A Star Is Born’s in preparation to write this review but i never got the chance to watch Garland and Streisand’s takes, so all i can really compare this new one to is the original. but man i gotta say when i watched A Star Is Born 2018 in theaters i cried like a wee baby, that shit was an emotional gut-punch, and the original was really good but didnt give me that same visceral reaction. im a real sucker for character-driven stories and this movie fits the bill. this is the most complex and nuanced norman/jackson’s character has ever been, whereas in the other versions hes just kind of a stuck-up jerk who is jealous of his wife and doesn’t know how to handle it. in this one he has a soul, u can understand how he got to be the way he is, which makes his ultimate demise all the more heartbreaking.

as far as esther/ally’s character goes, i feel like i’d like judy garland’s take more than lady gagas even though i havent even seen the 1954 version yet. but from the clips i have seen of it judy really knocks it out of the park, we really get to see how torn up she is over her husbands struggles and she gets real damn vulnerable. ally’s a great character dont get me wrong, shes independent and self-sufficient like streisand’s esther but with the moments of vulnerability that garland’s esther had, all sprinkled with a dash of realness. with this ally, we get to see more of her life like where she grew up and what her family’s like, which helps contextualize the kind of person she is. however im afraid that this new script almost gave jackson a little TOO much character to where hes suddenly the star of the show and ally almost feels like a supporting character when this is literally her story. so idk man it kinda feels like bradley cooper like hijacked the script so that he’d have a bigger role in the movie

ANYWAYS fuck where do i go from here ive already written so much uuhhhhh ok

ok ok ok ok ok ok

do i like this movie??? yeah its really good!! i’d say it deserves the screenplay and cinematography noms cause this movie does look fantastic and despite some shortcomings the script is also solid. as far as the acting noms go, bradley cooper for sure deserves his, he acted the shit outta this role and really brought jackson to life. lady gaga’s nom im a little iffy on even though i was pleasantly surprised by her turn at this classic character. i think the script also really played to her strengths and allowed her to shine, cause she was kind of essentially playing herself. BUT bradley cooper was able to coax out of her the best acting performance ive seen from her so far, so im excited to see where her acting career goes from here and see how she grows in this new facet of her life.

so lets get back to the whole best picture debate again. i think the main reason why im so reluctant to say that this really deserves that nom is that im kinda tired of hollywood rehashing the same movies over and over again, no matter how good the remakes end up being. i want a new and fresh story to get a chance, something that’ll really shake up the industry and get its blood pumping again. which is why im excited that a movie by yorgos lanthimos has a shot at best picture this year, cause heres a director whos trying something different. A Star Is Born getting a best picture nom just feels to me like hollywood and the academy going with what they know works, whats safe and tried and true.

however from a purely objective standpoint, i mean i cant deny this film is really REALLY good. even the music is fantastic, its been a few months since i saw the movie in theaters and “Shallow” still gets stuck in my head every so often. so u know, i wouldnt be too too mad if it does end up winning.

wow ive been writing for a long ass time my poor lil phalanges are about to fall off, im gonna end this rant here! lemme know what y’all think, whats the scoop, whats the dealio, all that jazz

hopefully one of these days ill have time to sit down and watch The Ballad of Buster Scruggs so that’ll probably be my next review, and then i gotta carve out some time to get my lil butt into a theater to see uuhhh everything else!! stay tuned y’all this movie train aint stoppin anytime soon we’re going ALL THE WAY BABBIIIEEEE YEEHAAAWWWWW

#road to the oscar mayer weiner awards 2k19 #curly q reviews #oscars #oscars 2019 #academy awards #a star is born #judy garland #barbara streisand #lady gaga #bradley cooper #janet gaynor #hollywood #romance #film #movies #the wizard of oz

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Voltron Wars: Star Wars AU

(OK, so, this is turning out differently than I had originally planned, and at the rate this is going, it’s going to turn out to be at least a trilogy. The first book is going to be the Star Wars prequels rolled into one, primarily Attack of the Clones. The second book is going to take place two to five years later and is A New Hope primarily, with a bit of Rogue One thrown in. The last book is going to be a mix basically of Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi. Anyway, hope you enjoy these little tidbits!)

Scene from Attack of the Galra

“Oh Keith, I’m so sorry,” said Allura, placing her hand gently on Keith’s shoulder.

Keith passed his fingers over the name of his father on the tombstone. “At least he died doing something he cared about.” Keith’s voice began to crack.

“He died a hero, Keith. And . . . I’m beginning to see where you get it from.”

Keith glanced at Allura in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I can see that not only did you learn how to be a hero from Shiro, it’s apparently something your father gave you too.” Allura put her hands on either side of his face.

“Princess,” he whispered.

“It’s just one of the many things that I, I . . . admire about you. And, I just want you to know, I’m here for you,” said Allura as she brought her face closer to his.

“Princess, I . . . I don’t think this is exactly . . .” Her lips met his, and his body relaxed as his eyes closed. His hands promptly went to her face, one went to the back of her neck while the other traced her jaw. They pulled back ever so slowly, not really wanting to end the kiss, but Keith wanted to say something. “Thank you, Princess.”

“You’re welcome.” Allura smiled as she brought him in for another kiss.

“Princess! Keith!”

The two rose from the ground as Coran paused to catch his breath.

“Coran?” asked Allura.

“We have an incoming message from Shiro. He says he’s found important information on Naxzela!”

“What?” exclaimed Keith and Allura. The three raced back to the ship. There, on the console, stood a miniature hologram of Shiro.

“Keith, Princess! What are you doing on Earth?”

“Well, I, uh . . .”

“I wanted to meet Keith’s father,” said Allura. “But, apparently we were too late.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry Keith.”

“Thanks Shiro. What did you find on Naxzela?”

“A lot. I need you to relay my message to the Blades of Marmora. We’re going to have to act fast.”

“Right, I’m recording you now,” said Keith as he pushed a button on the console.

“But, what did you find?” said Allura.

“A Galra named Sendak is behind all of this.”

“Wait, wasn’t Sendak one of the top Blades?”

Shiro nodded. “Apparently he’s turned against us. There’s more. It sounds like he’s working for someone else.”

“Someone else?”

“Who?” asked Allura.

Shiro shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve only heard references to a boss, and it wasn’t directed at Sendak. Sendak is merely in charge of building an army of Galran robots, ships, and weapons.”

“What?” exclaimed the three.

Shiron nodded sadly. “Seems to me like they’re preparing for war. For whom, I don’t know. But it sounds like it’s going to be directed at the rest of the universe.”

“We have to put a stop to this,” said Keith.

“Exactly why I need you to send this to the Blades. We must take action immediately. I’ll stay here and do what damage I can until reinforcements arrive.”

“We’re the closest ones to you. We’ll be on there in two vargas.”

“No, your mission is to protect the Princess at all costs. We can’t put her life at risk.”

Keith closed his eyes for a brief moment. “Fine. But if something goes wrong, I’m coming after you.”

“I know. Now . . .” An explosion interrupted him. Shiro quickly ignited his lightsaber.

“Shiro!” shouted Keith as a few robots entered the hologram, firing. Shiro blocked many of the shots, sending some back and slicing through robots. A shot hit him, and he fell forward. Allura placed her hands over her mouth as she gasped. Keith could only watch as panic began to fill his chest.

“I hope you didn’t kill him,” said a voice from the hologram as a Galra entered the room.

“No sir, our guns were set to stun, as ordered,” said a robot.

“Good, bring him in for questioning,” said the Galra, right before the hologram shut off.

Scene from Hope of the Universe

“Hey guys, this is Lance, he’s the pilot of the Kaltenecker.”

A dark-haired, blue-eyed guy stood up from the table and gave them a smirk. He gave Pidge a wink. “Well hello there. Hunk here says you need a fast ship and an amazing pilot to get you to . . . wherever it is you need to go,” he said.

“We need to get to Altea as fast as possible,” began Shiro, but Lance put up his hand.

“Yes, yes, we need to talk money.”

“Uh, I don’t have anything,” said Matt, glancing worriedly at Shiro.

“Neither do I” said Pidge.

“Oh, that’s alright, you can pay me kisses,” said Lance with a wink.

Pidge grumbled before stomping on Lance’s foot. Lance yelped. “That’s all you’re going to get if you don’t bring us.”

“Alright. Listen, I can’t give you everything I have, but here’s what we’ll do. I will pay you two thousand now, and eleven thousand when we get to Altea.”

Hunk’s, Matt’s and Pidge’s mouths opened in shock as they glanced at Shiro. Lance’s did as well, but he quickly snapped his mouth shut as he gulped.

Lance glanced between them. “Something tells me your friends didn’t know you have that much.”

“No, I had to keep my ties to Altea a secret from everyone on Earth. Now, will you take us there?”

“If you’re offering that much? Oh yeah! The Kaltenecker is at your service,” said Lance with a bow.

“Good. How soon can we leave?”

“We can leave in half an hour. Hunk wanted to do some tune-ups before we left the port.”

“That’s fine. There’s a few last minute things we need to take care of before we leave. That should be plenty of time,” said Shiro as he held out his hand.

Lance shook it. “Alright then, see you at docking bay sixty-five.”

“Docking bay sixty-five, in a half hour. Sounds good. See you then.” Shiro turned, and flanked by Matt and Pidge, walked out of the bar.

“Are you sure the Alteans will be able to help us find our parents?” asked Pidge.

“No doubt about it. They have the best technology in the universe. And they trade with just about everyone. If there’s any place someone would have heard of where your parents were taken, it would be Altea.”

“Good, I just hope we can find them before something bad happens,” said Matt.

“I’m sure we will. Now come on, we need to get ready for our trip.”

Scene from Return of the Alteans

“Wowee, man, you’re doing pretty good for yourself!” said Lance as he spun around to get a good look at the city.

Rolo chuckled. “Hey, it’s pretty good here at Senfama, what can I say? We’re thriving, we have plenty of food, practically no crime . . . yeah, life is good. So, what brings you to my side of the universe?”

“Oh, we’re helping Pidge here look for her parents,” said Lance, pointing at Pidge.

“Pidge? Interesting name for a girl, but I like it.”

“Thanks, it’s actually my nickname.”

“Still, I like it.”

“Well, thank you!” said Pidge with a beam. Hunk snorted as Lance shot Rolo a glare and scooted a little closer to Pidge. Rolo grinned before turning around and continuing the tour.

“So, you’re just passing through?”

“Well, actually, we were hoping you could let us ask around to see if anyone’s heard or seen anything pertaining to Pidge’s parents,” said Hunk.

“Oh, sure, we’ll be glad to help. As a matter of fact, I think you got here just in time. We just got another group of traders in. Maybe you can start with them,” said Rolo.

“Really? Thank you so so much! How can we repay you?” said Pidge. Lance started glaring between the back of Pidge’s head and Rolo.

“Oh, why don’t you have lunch with me? I’m sure you guys must be hungry.”

“Oh man, you have no idea,” said Hunk.

“Lunch would great. Lance?”

Lance groaned and sighed. “Yeah, fine, lunch will be good.”

“Great!” cheered Pidge and Hunk.

“Awesome! The mess hall is just around the corner. Lunch should be set up for me by now. Let’s check.” Rolo led them around the corner, and the doors opened. The four looked into the mess hall, and gasped. Lotor was sitting at the head of the table.

“Well welcome,” he said nonchalantly.

Lance whipped out his gun and began shooting at him, but Lotor blocked the shots with his lightsaber before snatching the gun away from Lance using the Force.

“My my, that’s no way to treat one’s host,” said Lotor as he dropped the gun to the floor.

Lance turned to try and leave, but several Galran robots showed up in the hall behind them. Lance backed up, placing himself between Pidge, Hunk, and the soldiers.

“Sorry, they showed up just before you did,” said Rolo.

Lance glanced at him. “Yeah, I’ll bet you are.”

“Now come on, come eat. The food’s not poisoned, I promise. No use killing you if you have information I want,” said Lotor.

Lance glanced at his friends before entering the room. They followed him to the table, sat down, and began to eat.

Meanwhile, Keith, Shiro, and Matt were on their way back to Olkarion with Slav, and they couldn’t wait. All three were tired of listening to him talk.

“How much longer?” muttered Matt with a moan as Slav burst into another lengthy talk about math, alternate universes, and chances for survival.

“Another varga,” muttered Keith, his eye was beginning to twitch.

Shiro’s eye also was twitching. “Yippee, can’t wait.”

The screen flashed to life and Allura’s face appeared.

“Allura!” said Keith with relief. But then he noticed her worried expression. “What’s wrong?”

“We just received a coded message telling us that Pidge, Lance, and Hunk have been captured by Lotor at Senfama!”

“No,” whispered Shiro.

“Pidge!” Matt glanced at Keith. “If we head over there now, how long will it take to get there?”

Keith pushed a few buttons on the console. “Ten dobashes.”

“But we have Slav with us,” said Shiro. “We can’t take him with us and practically hand him back to the Galra!”

“I think it will be fine, provided he stays with you at all time. You’re the only ship close enough to help. I know Lotor has his ways of getting information, and I don’t want to put them through anything like that.”

Keith nodded. “Understood. We’re heading to Senfama.”

“Thank you, and all of you, be careful.”

“We will Princess, don’t worry. We’ll make sure Keith gets back to both of you.”

Allura smiled. “Thank you Shiro.” She turned to Keith and blew him a kiss. He blew one back.

“Give my love to . . .” Baby sounds interrupted him. Allura bent down and came back up with a little girl in her arms. She had her mother’s white hair, but a single curl came down her face, making her hairstyle look a little more like Keith’s. “Hey Larmina, you be good for mommy, alright? Daddy will be back soon.” Larmina put her hand out and opened and closed her fingers. Keith smiled and waved back before blowing each of them kisses.

“Good luck,” said Allura, before the screen went black.

“Alright, time to go save Hunk, Pidge, and Lance,” said Keith as he altered course, heading towards Senfama.

#Voltron #Star Wars au #kallura #plance #juniblade #rosegold #rainforest

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FFXIV Write 2021: #15- Thunderous

((wowee my first content warning: violence, implied rape, torture(kinda). I was having a bloodlust tonight that can only be sated with the blood of awful, horrendous people, so I wrote some. Also, have Raiden Shogun for mood soundtrack, don’t question it.))

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“...a..ko...!”

Everything was a haze. She tried to open her eyes or move, or anything. Her entire body was hurting.

“...akiko! Hey, Sakiko! Get a hold of yourself already!”

“-...Yama...mura? Where...”

An imperial soldier noticed she had regained consciousness and ran to the door.

“Sir! She’s awake.”

“-Excellent.”

The soldier returned to the room with a few more in tow. And behind them, what seemed to be their commanding officer. Sakiko’s eyes were still only half open and she couldn’t see his face properly. The man approached and grabbed her by the chin, roughly turning her face.

“So, the savage little princess finally decides to wake up. And how was our beauty sleep, hm?”

Sakiko replied with an empty gaze. She was slowly remembering what had happened. The imperials had set an ambush to capture her and judging from her current state, she must have taken multiple beatings in the cell. Only now she realized she was naked and chained to a pipe, high in the wall behind her. Her shoulder was definitely dislocated as well. The man, annoyed at her silence, let go of her face and took a step back.

“Hmph. As expected. No matter. The only reason you’re still barely alive is so we can get answers. And we will get them, one way or the other.”

“-...What...happened...? What did they do to me...?”

“...’They’?”

“-You shut your fucking mouth, Garlean. Yamamura...tell me. Ple-”

The officer swiftly responded with a punch to her stomach. Despite knowing it wasn’t the wisest choice to insult her captors, Sakiko was absolutely seething with anger. Gasping for breath, she pleaded again to her unseen companion.

“...Sakiko. I’m...so sorry.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to vomit. She screamed as loud as she could, as if to get that awful feeling out of her. She screamed until her throat was so sore she couldn’t anymore.

“I...I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t stop them. Without you conscious, I’m practically useless. I’m...sorry.”

Sakiko managed to force out a quiet grunt of a laugh.

“...Yamamura...you don’t make the rules...right? It’s just as well my fault for getting careless...”

“S-Sakiko...”

The officer chimed in yet again with a hard slap to her face. He was getting visibly frustrated at being ignored.

“Who do you keep talking to, you filthy bitch? Why don’t you share with the class?!”

Sakiko grinned and spit on his boot. She would do everything in her power to torment the tormentors until her dying breath.

“...You call the people you subjugate ‘savages’ and yet this is what happens to your prisoners? Get real...”

“-Still playing tough, it seems. Resilient, even after all these years. Or should I jog your memory a bit more...Sakiko?”

“...?!”

She suddenly realized who she was looking at. By some inexplicably cruel twist of fate, her captor was none other than the same man who had murdered her sister. He had been the leader of multiple imperial raids on underground resistance groups, one of which Sakiko and her sister were part of.

“Ah, now you perk up. Hahaha!”

“-...You..!”

Sakiko grit her her teeth as the man leaned close to her. So close, she could feel his disgusting breath on her skin.

“Would you like to know what really happened to your dear sister after we captured her? I can tell you. Every little detail, from her voice to her expressions...”

Something inside her finally broke. Whatever disgusting story the man was whispering to her was slowly drowned out by a ringing in her ears growing louder and louder. There was an immense, throbbing pain in her right shoulder, like something was trying to grow out of her old wound. The scar tore open, and a strange black substance flowed out.

“W-what?! What are you doing? What is this...?!”

“-Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

The man jumped back just in time to avoid a black arm reaching for him. Sakiko looked at him, her eyes seemingly burning with a purple light. The black liquid continued to flow and slop to the floor from her arm, but it also seemed to slowly creep up her entire body. After a moment she almost looked like she was melting.

“H-hey, Sakiko! This is...you need to control yourself, you’re using too much of my power! You need to stop right now, or you’re going to die! Sakiko?! Listen to me! Hey!!”

“-K...kill...kill you. I’ll slaughter you...!”

Sakiko broke herself free from the wall and slumped forward, still reaching for the imperial officer. She took a few steps forward but her legs seemed to collapse under her own weight. She fell to the floor, looking like a dark, unrecognizable pile of slime.

“...You. Check her.”

“-...Y-yes, sir!”

The soldier hesitantly got closer with his weapon drawn. He poked at Sakiko lightly with the end of his blade but got no response. He sheathed his weapon and turned to the others.

“Looks like she’s dead, sir. What do we...Sir..?”

His cohorts were slowly backing off towards the door. Behind him, what they assumed was still Sakiko was stirring from the floor. She didn’t stand up, but instead pounced for the soldier’s neck. From her jaws, she flung him against the wall with tremendous force. She screamed with a horrifying rasp in her voice.

“...KILL..! KILL!!”

“-Sir, orders?! Sir-?!”

The officer was already running down the hall. Behind him he could hear as Sakiko tore the remaining soldiers apart. He ran as fast as he could but the door slammed shut in front of him; the area was already in lockdown. He desperately slammed his fists against the door.

“Shit! Shit, shit!”

He turned around, pulling a gun from his belt. He shot at Sakiko multiple times but the bullets seemed to simply disappear into her.

“...YOU.”

Sakiko anchored herself to the floor on all fours, her jaw unhinged wide open in a horrifying, cacophonous gurgle. The air around her started to crackle with energy, gathering and condensing in front of her. The man managed to reload a few bullets into the gun with his shaking hands, though this time they didn’t even reach Sakiko before melting in the air in front of her.

The blast of energy released by her tore through the entire imperial compound, with a thunderous rumble heard malms away. All that was left in her wake was a burning ruin littered with mangled corpses.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2021 #dam look at that edge #sometimes you just want to write awful shit happening to your characters huh #I mostly just wanted her to kill some awful people ngl #tehepero

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