#Adri talks in the tags

[wowa-bublord]

little oc refs,, Adrie and Jack (I need to rework Adries outfit a little more but agagagaghagsga)

[spearxwind]

Idk if this counts as spoilers but if Adri is essentially like a computer virus where did he get a physical body from?? Did he steal it from someone or was it provided for him to he put into??? So much to think about........

GREAT QUESTION! He stole it :)

He stole the body and the body's name for himself, and then fabricated an appearance and personality and mannerisms.

His body is one of the previously many nanomachine systems set in place in the Old World to safeguard and maintain both people and machinery. They were known as Guardian Arrays, but now they are referred to as Angels. Only two are currently known to still be fully operational, Adri being one of them.

The Fall (Otherwise known as the literal end of the world) was an apocalypse event where a system bug caused every advanced enough AI to go rogue and turn on mankind. It started small, but spread far and wide exponentially and it irreparably changed whatever it infected. The Arrays, being as important as they were, had more safeguards in place against this stuff but it still didn't stop them from becoming infected. Especially ADRIEL. The corruption inside it became severe enough that it first became a virus, and then grew into a full fledged self compiled AI that was notorious enough to be given its own name "Usurper", though you know it as "The Hydra".

The only way to avoid being completely wiped out during this event was to mass purge absolutely EVERYTHING (so humanity lost basically 99% of their tech and their knowledge). Did this work? kiiiind of.

Because of it's self compiled nature, ADRIEL was never able to be properly purged, so instead it was (after a monumental, worldwide effort) put to sleep beneath the earth, never to be disturbed again.

Until....

[elfdyke]

stunned i forgot to upload this. it was a christmas gift for @wiisnorkeling2006 <3 its about roe and pewter reuniting after they broke up and all the heavy feelings of want and loss that come with that

[balladetto]

✿ … but also Link and Leu????? 🥺

let ray yell about our muses / accepting / @hyaciiintho ( Leuko )

YES, OF COURSE!! ahhhh, i have so many things i want to talk about with them!! crying over all that leu does for link over the course of their journey and how absolutely integral his support is in carrying link, whole, through events and situations that would've otherwise had him shattering and gluing pieces of himself back together with navi as his only anchor — but also! link tries so hard to look after leu in return, and one of the ways this manifests is through dogged attempts to get him to eat more.

it starts off as worry for his poor health, then flows into the enormous love link feels like he can't find the words to express. whether it be with foraged goods, leu's own cooking, food at their accommodations, or link's cooking, he develops a habit of regularly pushing more onto leu's plate or in his hands and making full use of the Pleaseeeee? stare nobody tells him he's got because he'd be too powerful if he knew asfkdjfl

gently weeping at the concept of leuko teaching link how to read and write way earlier than he'd learn to in what canon i have for him too! he'd be so receptive to learning from leu given their connection ♡

and now i'm cheating by adding one more tidbit but i need you to imagine this with me. musically inclined twins who duet when the world doesn't seem like it's going to end in their next breath, and— and if leu sings or uses his voice in any capacity, sometimes link uses the ocarina, sometimes link hums right along with leu. having his voice be a constant, daily presence would actually help so much in getting link used to his own voice while he's in that older body 😭😭

[pizzaplex-stargazer]

some INSANE person just paid for 4 sets of pins to be given away so. when i hit 400 ill let yall know how i plan on doin this :D

[stickar00s]

going through the great god grove tag is so crazy you mean to tell me that not everyone played this game for 6 hours straight to get to the ending as soon as possible because they needed to inject the plot into their veins?

[gallaghersgal]

NEW YEAR, SAME OLD MISTAKES, lip gallagher

chapter four of borderline, lip x bsf!reader (nickname: MK)

TAGS & WARNINGS → MATURE 18+. angst & fluff, smoking (🍃+🚬), oblivious idiots, adri psychoanalyzing lip, sad reader.

CHAPTER SUMMARY → you're left reeling after a kiss you never saw coming, with a boy who remembers nothing of the night. grappling with the outcome of the karen situation, lip decides to apply to MIT.

A/N → here she is!! got this chapter out quicker than i thought i would honestly. enjoy!!

WC → 2.7k

It’s nearly three in the morning now. After getting Lip to bed and helping Adri clean up from the party, you’ve been relegated to the fire pit in her backyard while you smoke down a prerolled joint from your bag. “Do I really have to?” you ask, only teasing her. “It’s freezing out here.”

“You know how my parents are about that,” she responds, standing a good five feet away as she pulls one of the chairs back. “Don’t care if it’s legal, they’d be pissed if they smelled it.”

You smile in return, taking a deep hit before blowing it out. The warm smoke soothes you, melting away the anxieties you’ve been losing yourself in all day. “They don’t really care if you smoke though? And they’re not even here…”

Adri shrugs. The way you’re avoiding mention of what you’re really out here to talk about doesn’t go unnoticed, but she knows not to push it. She’ll let you come around in your own time, or you’ll share the joint with her and she’ll bug you until you open up. 

Either way, Adri will get to play therapist. She’s looking at you from across the fire pit, the flames keeping the winter chill at bay. You decide to get it out of the way. 

“He kissed me,” you tell her. You take another deep drag, watching her face contort in shock, confusion, and something akin to horror. For everything the night has brought, you can’t help the laugh that escapes you at her reaction. 

“Pass me the fucking blunt,” she grumbles, scooting a bit closer. You laugh again, tendrils of smoke spilling from the corners of your mouth. You toss the altoids tin in your lap to Adri, it holds another joint along with your mini lighter. She lights the thing and inhales, wrinkles her nose at the taste of the smoke, and coughs out a question for you. “So, how did that happen huh?”

You stay quiet for a minute, lingering in the warm feeling in your chest. “I don’t know, really. He kinda just… did?” Your eyes meet Adri’s as you take another hit, fingers pinching the filtered end. She gives you that look, and you know you have to elaborate. “I was telling him that I’ll always be there for him,” you add, voice quieter this time. 

Her brow pinches and you can tell she’s thinking, running over any and every concept she’s learned in her pursuance of psychology that could explain tonight’s events. Despite your aversion to studying the subject, you appreciate Adri’s encyclopedic knowledge and rational nature, it keeps you grounded. 

“Loss for words? Or is the joint already kicking your ass,” you tease.

Adri shakes her head, “he didn’t say anything? Just kissed you?” She takes a hit from the joint and the smoke goes down easier this time.

“He was kinda yellin’ at me?” you tell her, watching as Adri rolls her eyes. “he said don’t you ever leave me, and then he kissed me”

Adri hums, nodding slowly. “Do you think he loves Karen? Or, do you think he loves you.”

Your brow furrows at the mention of her name, thinking back on the events of the night. Lip’s cold fingers wrapped around your arm, warm lips on yours. The way he tasted like whiskey. And regret. The way his body curved into yours, pressing into your heat as he kissed you. The way you kissed him back. 

“Adri, I love him,” you admit. You’ve never said it aloud before. As you bring the joint to your lips you feel a shiver run down your body, not from the cold. You love Lip Gallagher. God, you’re in deep.

The two of you are quiet for a moment longer, the relative silence of the night shrouds you. The only sounds are that of the cold breeze, the crackling of the fire pit, and your breathing. You miss the inner city for a moment, the bustle and noise, it’s never quiet. Even at this hour. You never feel alone.

“So theres this thing called attachment theory.” You raise an eyebrow and she continues. “He was neglected as a child, yeah?”

“Jesus Adri–”

“Stay with me,” she urges, taking a hit before stubbing out the blunt on the chair’s arm. Careful fingers place it back into your altoids tin along with the lighter. “When children aren’t given what they need in early development, they form a disorganized attachment style. You’ve always been secure for him,  and he doesnt know how to tell  between his feelings for you and for Karen.”

You scowl, tucking your knees up in the chair and holding your hand out for the tin. If Adri won’t finish that joint, you sure as hell will. You need it more than she does anyway. Another deep inhale of the bitter, citrusy smoke numbs the butterflies in your stomach long enough to ask quietly, “so, he probably doesn’t feel the same?”

She shakes her head, “that’s not what I said. All I’m saying is that, especially with the baby in the mix, he’s got this sort of cognitive dissonance going on. Theres you, and theres Karen, and there was supposed to be a baby. I’m sure fatherhood is important to him?”

You nod along, remembering the videos he was taking for his unborn son, the sweet smile on his face when he talked about painting a nursery for Karen, the baby sneakers he bought in preparation. You know in your heart that Lip is more devastated that he’s ever been.

“There’s a sense of responsibility too, to step up and be a father, no matter the situation. He got so attached to the idea that he didn’t know what to do when it fell apart.”

You sigh, head resting in your hand as you think it over. You understand, his life hasn’t been easy. You know how much he wanted this baby, and how much he wanted to make a life with Karen. You scowl. “He was forcing it, though.” Now it’s Adri’s turn to nod along, “she’s not right for him, and I’m right here, I’m right in front of him and I have been for years. But he doesn’t see it.”

Her lips purse and you let her think, smoking down the joint, it’s nearly finished now. “Well, I wouldn’t say you’re right in front of him.”

You roll your eyes, “Adri–you know I love you–are you blind? We see each other every day, literally. I don’t think I’ve gone a week without him since I was five years old.”

“You haven’t said anything though, have you?” she asks. You’re silent in return. “Exactly. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. ”

“What–” you swallow, your throat thick. You pretend it’s from the smoke, you pretend you don’t understand. “What does that mean?”

You know you’re lying. Adri knows you’re lying. You wait to see if she’ll call your bluff.

“He looks at you like you hung his moon and stars,” she tells you bluntly, deep brown eyes locking with yours. “He doesn’t want to ruin what you two have, and neither do you. You’re stuck in between.”

It hits you sharply, an overwhelming feeling flooding your body while a lump forms in your throat. Statistically, there are few outcomes where he stays. Where your relationship stays, or changes for the better. Many, many roads seem to lead to a desolate end. To growing apart, to never speaking again, to watching the boy you love stay trapped in the wrong relationship. Your eyes well with tears. 

“I don’t– I-I dunno how to tell him, Adri,” you whisper.

She moves closer to you, standing from her seat to stand at your side. You’ve stubbed out your joint now, flicked the filtered end into the fire pit and watched it burn up. Adri’s hand on your knee grounds you, she comes down into your space and takes one of your hands. “You’re a good person, MK. You’re an empathetic person. But you need to protect your heart. If you let him keep it for too long, it could end up shattered.”

[divider]

By four, Lip is awake and apologetic. By five, the two of you are sitting on your roof, sharing a cigarette. A small space heater in your window blows warm air onto your backs, and your head is tilted up to the sky. 

“Y’know, that’s the first time I ain’t had a new years kiss since I was… thirteen, I think?”

You swallow around the lump in your throat, reminding yourself you saw it coming. He has a tendency to drink until his brain shuts out the memories. He’s done it over lesser blights.

“Don’t really care about your romantic prospects, Gallagher,” you snap, holding out your hand for the cigarette. 

Lip passes it to you silently, he looks hurt. You don’t apologize. 

“Yeah well,” he scoffs after a moment’s time. “You’ll be happy to know shit’s done with Kar– Karen.” The way he stumbles over the fond nickname doesn’t go unnoticed either. “I’m not pickin’ up when she calls. That is if she calls, psycho cunt.”

You roll your eyes and take a drag from the cig he handed you. You lean back until your shoulders rest on the roof tile. You relax your body for the first time in a while, comforted by the moon above you. It wouldn’t be so bad it he was close by, if Lip used his potential here in Chicago. “You know, you could always apply–”

“What if I went to MIT?” he blurts out. You’re sure you’re hearing things. 

You force yourself to take a deep breath first. Four counts in and four counts out, like you’re at the barre again. Years later, the training sticks with you. “Massachussets. Lip, that would be…” you trail off, swallowing thickly and taking a drag of the woody smoke before passing the cig back. The end was burning your fingers anyway. “That would be amazing. Have you finished the application?”

Lip stubs out the cigarette, his fingers itching for another only to meet the memory of his empty pack. He shakes his head. “You got a cig? Chainsmoking helps the hangover.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff, you move the heater to crawl through your window, then beckon him back inside. He knows to lower the window to a crack when stepping back in, slumping into one of the two chairs you keep by your window. You think briefly on how you’ve always needed that second chair, lip over to smoke at your house just as often as you were at his. A constant presence. You’ll miss him. 

You hold out your pack of american spirits, turquoise. Lip wrinkles up his nose but takes the thing anyway, “these taste like fuckin’ cardboard MK.” 

At least after everything that happened last night, he’s still the same old Lip. That’s good, you tell yourself. It’s not convincing. 

You just roll your eyes and hold up your lighter, flicking it on as you draw your faces closer together to light both cigs at once. After a drag to soothe your nerves you tell him, “you have a personal statement from your UChi app, right?” You turn toward your desk and open your laptop, sitting it on your thighs as you cross your legs. “And your SAT records?”

Lip nods, “yeah I got ‘em, saved on my school account I think?”

You pass your computer to him then stand up. “Okay. I’m gonna get some snacks, and then we’re gonna get that application done.” His face lights up at the mention of food. “And then we need to finish our packets for AP Lit.” You giggle at the way he rolls his eyes, heading downstairs to find something to whip up. 

The next few hours tick by with comfortable conversation, mini pancakes, and plenty of application questions from Lip. He’s so unaware about some of these things, you wonder how his other applications looked. Well, application. Singular. From what you know, he’s only applied to UChi. And only under your encouragement.

At 6:53 Lip closes your laptop and stretches his limbs, finally finished. The sun is rising outside your windows, and your head lays in his lap. You’d moved down to the living room about half an hour ago, setting up a tray table for the laptop and switching on the TV. Your eyes were fluttering closed a mere ten minutes later, and your head had slumped to his shoulder soon after. You wake when he cards his fingers through your hair, mumbling to you.

“Hey, wake up. Look here,” he shows you an email on his phone, confirming his application was submitted. 

You rub at your eyes groggily, but a smile graces your lips. “Mm, proud of you,” you murmur, sitting up and stretching. “We can go to bed now?”

Lip nods, then wraps his arms around you. “Living in Massachusetts could be nice, I think. Thanks f’everything, MK. Gonna get home, but I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Slumping back onto the couch after he lets go, you nod sleepily. “Mmhm, AP Lit. homework.” You peer up at him as he ruffles your hair with one hand, the other pulling a cig from your pack before tossing it back to you. You ache a bit, watching as he leaves with a little salute.

Only when the door clicks shut do the tears begin to fall. 

Weeks pass one after the next, anxiously waiting for your college decisions. On a chilly March morning you wake in the Gallagher’s living room. Lip is already awake, fixing up something for his younger siblings. You rise from your spot in the recliner, closing the legs and stretching your aching limbs. You shuffle into the kitchen and steal a strip of bacon from the plate on the counter. 

“Can’t believe you let me sleep all night in that chair,” you tease, directed at Lip as you cover Liam’s little ears with your hands to add, “fuck you for that.”

Lip just scoffs, “yeah you’d love that,” he teases, and you open the fridge to hide the embarrassed flush on your cheeks. “Looked real comfy, didn’t wanna wake you. It was like two in the morning anyways.”

At that moment Debbie steps in the door from checking the mail. She screams Lip’s name, making him jump as she runs up, waving a thick red and black envelope. “It’s for you! Look!”

The fridge is closed just as quickly as you opened it, anxiously peering over his shoulder as he fumbles to open the envelope. “Shit! You do it MK, I can’t look.” When he passes it over you notice he’s trembling. With careful hands you tug at the opening flap, pulling out a folder with a letter enclosed. 

You read from the paper, “Phillip Gallagher, congratulations on your acceptance to Massachusets Institute of Technology!” 

You watch Lip’s eyes go wide, fingers reaching for the paper. He scans it over then continues where you left off. “Additionally, you have been selected to receive our presidential scholarship for academic achievement… which will cover the full cost of tuition.”

You hear quick thumps as Fiona and Ian clamber down the stairs. “You got in?” the older asks excitedly.  

“I-I got in… And I got a fuckin’ scholarship,” he states in awe. 

Before Lip can register, Fiona is throwing her arms around him. “Knew you could do it, look at you, a Gallagher goin’ to college!” She holds him at arms length, tears welling in her eyes.

When she finally lets him go, Lip turns to you with a proud smile. “I did it, MK.”

You swallow thickly, forcing a smile. “I’m so proud of you, Lip,” you tell him, pulling him in for a hug of your own. When you pull away you wipe tears from your eyes, hoping the assumption will be that they’re tears of joy. “Gotta go home, get dressed an’ all that. I’ll see you at school.”

You walk quickly from the room, hand covering your mouth to conceal a sob the moment you step out into the morning chill. You’re happy for him, really, you are. But your stomach twists in knots at the thought. You’d applied to a few schools, but your eyes were set on UChi from the beginning. Beautiful campus, and close enough to come home if you wanted. Staying in your city will be nice, but reality has started to settle in. 

It’ll still be your city, just without your best friend. You wonder if it’ll feel emptier. 

© gallaghersgal, 2024.

THX 4 READING → this chapter is dedicated to @ariiireads, and is 100% un beta'd :D

[hazellevessque]

ALRIGHT I FINISHED CRESS

I feel like I should start with this post I made because. Wow. Guys that was my crack theory I was joking 😭

While we’re on this topic DR. ERLAND??? WHAT THE FUCK??? DUDE I LIKED THAT GUY CAN WE KEEP HIM AROUND A LITTLE LONGER???

Ok back to my actual thoughts I think this book is my favorite so far. I can see why everyone said they loved it

Honestly I really really like Cress she’s so relatable and I love her imagination

Also <333 Cress and Throne <333 I love them <333

But their age difference does make me feel a little weird!!

We had so many deaths this book what. Sybil, Erland, like damn people were dropping dead left and right

Cinder is still my favorite character, I don’t think anyone could make me hate her honestly. I really loved the scene where she went back to the apartment and glamoured Adri and then after she was like “that was something Levana would have done.” I got chills

INDIAN LUNAR CHRONICLES CHARACTER LETS GO EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR MY GIRL TASHMI

I was also not expecting the wedding to be in THIS book. I thought it would be the series finally but hey I’m not mad

KAI AND CINDER. THE TENSION BETWEEN THEM OMG. MY SISTER WAS ABLE TO TELL WHEN I WAS READING A SCENE WITH THEM BECAUSE I WAS GASPING SO MUCH

They stress me out but I love them

And every review (these are not formal enough to be reviews) I need to talk about Iko because she’s SO fun. I love that she got a new body and the way she mad Kai look away towards the end

Based on the one (1) chapter we got with Winter I already love her and I’m so excited for her to be a main character! Also I’m starting to see what y’all are talking about with her and Scarlet…

Anyways I’m gonna probably start the last book tonight…oh wow I can’t believe I’m already at the last book. At least I have Stars Above and Fairest after this

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[one-winged-dreams]

Snip Snip

ship: adriel cordero x olyn dominguez source: original content word count: 1376

i felt like doing something cute for olyn 🥺 insert speaks more spanish than me because i guess my (still shitty) fictional mom didn't completely drink the colonizer gringo bleach that my real mother did. also olyn calls me 'mami' affectionately, which is VERY gendered towards feminine people, but he does it the same way people say 'girl' and 'sis' in a gender neutral manner (an experience i have with my own latino family.)

ANYWAY, just a little peek into the ship.

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@faerie-circle-ships @heatobrienswife @tireddovahkiin

“Olyn. Olyn. Oly.”

Olyn sighed, throwing his forearm over his eyes at the incessant siren call of Adri’s need for attention. It wasn’t TOO early in the morning, but Olyn had planned on doing fuck all today. If Jamie needed him at the shop, he’d probably come in. 

Probably.

But if not, today was supposed to be a lazy day. SUPPOSED TO BE. 

“OLY.”

“What, mami, what?” he sighed as he conceded, peeking out from under his arm. He was met with lidded brown doe eyes, and he briefly wondered if Adri was so sleepy why the hell he was waking him up, but what fucking ever. 

“What are we doing today?”

Olyn groaned, throwing his head back and sighing. Incredible. Absolutely incredible.

“I dunno, nothing. That was the plan anyway. Por qué?”

“Nada. Let me do your hair, though,” Adri said, resting his cheek against Olyn’s chest and batting his eyelashes.

“That’s not ‘nada’, dulce,” Olyn sighed, suddenly wrapping his arms around Adri and giving him a squeeze. “Lemme sleep in and then you can do whatever.”

“But I’m in the zone right now, I don’t want to lose my mojo,” Adri retorted with one of those pouts. “Besides, your hair is getting longer than you like, right?”

It was… not untrue. Olyn didn’t like his hair touching past his shoulders. Little trims here and there kept the uncomfortable length at bay, and he WAS grateful to have someone willing to do it for him. 

He was a little miffed his usual method of squishing Adri into his chest to shut him up didn’t work. But then again, that might lead to entirely different activities. Which he was regrettably also too lazy for. 

“What’s with this all of a sudden?” Olyn sighed, petting Adri’s hair. 

“No lo sé, you know I get the URGE sometimes,” Adri replied. “Come on, I can put something on for you to watch and just let me go at it.”

Olyn snorted. 

“Don’t talk about urges and going at it, you’re gonna give me the wrong idea,” he said, almost playfully. 

“Sí?” Adri rested his chin on Olyn’s chest and looked up at him with the damn doe eyes again.

“Adri.”

“Sííííí?”

Adri was abruptly released as Olyn sighed and sat up, running his hands through his hair.

“You are such a pain my ass, alright, since mi cielo demands it.”

“Yay!” Adri said, sitting up and all but vaulting out of bed. “Go put something on to watch in the living room, let me get my stuff.”

Olyn was left to his own devices as Adri went to get his styling tools. With a shake of his head, he got out of bed himself, only stopping as Adri called out, “Don’t get dressed, you’re just gonna get loose hair all over your clothes!”

Snorting, Olyn called back, “Any excuse to keep me naked, right?” 

But ultimately, he followed the suggestion. It was a given that getting your hair cut meant immediately following up with a shower, wasn’t it?

Gentleman that he was, Olyn set up the tarp and folding chair before Adri finished gathering his things, earning a sound of enthusiastic approval. 

“Who’s ‘Dulce’ now?” Adri snickered, setting his tools down on the coffee table.

“I had the time, unlike me, you don’t keep your tools in order,” Olyn snorted, rolling his eyes as he settled down in the chair, fiddling with the remote to put something on.

“You take forever to pick something and I’ll be done already,” Adri teased, putting the barber shawl over Olyn’s shoulders. It was decorated with skulls, Olyn had well past learned just how dedicated Adri was to his motif. 

“This is why you can’t get hired at a salon, you scare people, mami,” Olyn snickered.

This earned his hair a quick but gentle yank.

“Don’t be a jackass, I’m gonna have sharp objects around your head,” Adri grumbled.

Olyn simply rolled his eyes, but a slight smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. 

A few moments later, Adri was, indeed, in the zone. It was clear that if Olyn hadn’t conceded, he would have been nagged to hell and back all damn day. At least if he got this out of the way NOW he’d have the rest of the day to do nothing, just like he wanted. 

Still, the sound of the scissors and the feeling of Adri’s fingers in his hair always felt nice. It was one of the little things Olyn tended to forget until he was feeling it again. 

“God you’ve got the prettiest hair I’ve ever seen on a man,” Adri mumbled, his focus unwavering.

Olyn only laughed at that.

“Prettier than yours, even?”

Adri just made an audible rendition of a shrug. “It gets oily easily from the HRT and the fact that most of it is buzzed off. It’s pretty for all of a day with no exertion and then I have to wash it again. Meanwhile, you can come back from a full busy day at the shop like, maybe he’s born with it,” Adri leaned in closer, “Maybe it’s Maybelline.” 

The exaggeratedly dramatic delivery of the line made Olyn nearly choke. “Don’t make me laugh while you’re cutting my hair!”

It was Adri who laughed openly. 

“Come on, mi vida has gorgeous hair! I feel so privileged to be the one to work with it, you have no idea,” he snickered. 

“As long as you’re happy,” Olyn snorted, finding himself rolling his eyes again.

And yet, he smiled. 

“Okay, I’m gonna do your bangs now.” Adri gave the top of Olyn’s head a small tap before coming around to the front. “God you look so cute in that shawl. You’d make a good metalhead, you know?”

Olyn scoffed.

“Okay, you’re pushing it.”

“You skate and listen to punk music, you’re not that far off. We’re like subculture neighbors.” Adri huffed as he lifted Olyn’s chin (making him blush in the process) and inspected to see if his bangs were currently symmetrical. “Damn, you’re getting scruffy. If you don’t shave soon I’m gonna try my hand with the straight razor.”

“Ay, you said you liked my scruff!” Olyn protested, looking offended. 

“Yeah, when it’s like, scruff. This, mi amor, is FACIAL HAIR. It’s getting too long and you know you can’t grow a proper beard or anything, so it’s all patchy. You look like a hobo. What would your mama Carmen say?” Adri snickered. 

Olyn grumbled to himself, his eyebrows furrowing. He was definitely pouting. 

“Alright I’m going in for the bangs, don’t let me get any hairs in your eyeballs,” Adri said, swiping his tongue over his top lip in concentration. 

“Dios…” Olyn muttered, sighing and closing his eyes. 

The only sound was that of the scissors biting at Olyn’s hair and Adri talking to himself. Olyn loved it when he did that, it was like a little cosmetology podcast streaming directly from Adri’s thoughts. Not that he’d ever say that out loud.

“Okayyyy, preeeetty sure your bangs are symmetrical, but tell me if you want anything adjusted,” Adri said, brushing Olyn’s face off (making him blush again) and handing him a mirror. Olyn inspected himself. Damn, fresh haircuts from Adri always looked great.

“Left side’s a little longer,” he teased with a smirk.

Adri snatched the mirror out of his hands, glaring.

“You’re so full of shit.”

“You asked me to tell you if anything needs adjusting!” Olyn laughed.

“Keep at that and I’ll snip that cute little ahoge off right now,” Adri threatened, flicking the signature little lock of hair that stuck out.

“You absolutely would not, you love my ahoge,” Olyn challenged. 

“Go shower, Olyn,” Adri said, unclasping the barber’s shawl and tapping the side of Olyn’s head. “Andelé, vamos.”

Olyn rubbed the side of his head, pouting. 

“Ay, bien, bien, I’m going,” he huffed, standing up. After a few steps, he turned to look at Adri again. “So what do I owe you?” he teased.

Surely this was an easy one. He was absolutely certain it meant something that involved not having to get out of bed.

Without looking up from his cleanup, Adri replied, “Get dressed after your shower, you’re taking me on a date.”

“Neta güey???”

[wowa-bublord]

Greeting my friend, can you loredump about ur evil lesbian mermaid who I only JUST learned about?

( @izunias-meme-hole )

YES I CAN

her name is Adrie Koyla, she's a pirate in her late thirties, early forties

She's a mermaid from a magic city at the bottom of the ocean who was swept away and found by a crew of evil pirates, and after that point she was raised by them her entire life. From an early age she worked on the boat with the crew doing. generally evil and violent things. to earn her place and receive protection from the outside world in exchange. Only recently has she escaped from them and is struggling to find her own footing in her life without the power the bad guys gave her over others, while coming to terms with the guilt of her actions and the realization that the world isn't as dangerous as she's been lead to believe

[toytle]

RULES: make a new post with the names of your WIP files. let people send you an ask w the title(s) that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them smth abt it!

tagged by: @bitchyblkqueer (ty for the tag!!)

i don’t rly write fics (yet), but i do have wips for my comic/art ideas! some of them might be script format, some might be art sneakpeeks, send an ask and find out! :]

1) toons [options: clark, batfam, barry, hal, nika]

2) does it matter who wins the argument? [batboys]

3) speedster love gaslighting iris [wally + iris]

4) gag gift [wally + barry]

5) bedtime story [halbarry]

6) pretty ugly [t4t hb au]

7) more than this [t4t hb au]

8) beach day [t4t hb au]

9) t4t yuri au [halberry]

10) talking out loud [westallen]

11) kiss and tell [westhallen, nsfw-ish]

12) misc. wips: one, two, three, four, five, six [halbarry, nsfw]

13) spiderverse au [oc: dayta]

14) karaoke [oc: dayta, crossover w friend]

15) kiss meme [31cg]

16) hair meme [31cg, oc: adri]

17) 31st century kids [31cg, ocs: bea, iris]

18) misc. wips: one, two, three, four [31cg]

19) new character concepts [oc: arya]

tagging: @f0rvalaka @hornbeetlethoughts @urutt @cutemeat if you have any wips/drafts to share 🫶

[chil-aglia]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 |ROTTMNT| (Leo X Male OC)

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐞

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It had been a few weeks since the incident with Adriaen, but during the time he was at home recovering, he could actually talk to the others, like everything had gone back to normal again. It made Adriaen’s heart fill up in utter relief.

Now that the time away from the surface has come to an end, the boys were all dressed up in disguises and had taken the Turtle Tank to drive off to the nearest video store.

“I’m calling it, boys, this will be our easiest mission ever!" Leo smirks, looking over at the others with a grin of confidence. "Yes! Dad said all we had to do is return this one Lou Jitsu DVD he rented us."

Adriaen recalled the moment of Splinter giving them a task. 

“…Back to the video store before midnight and I I’ll give you all hugs and um, I will also throw in—“

He didn’t get a chance to add in another sentence as the brothers all excitedly agreed, cheering at the mention of hugs.

”No take backs!” Leo had winked to his father. Adriaen was standing off to the side, letting out exhale and turns away to walk, but Mikey had grabbed Adriaen’s arm, not giving the black masked mutant a moment to process as he drags him off with the others.

Adriaen crossed his arms once the memory he recalled ended there. He didn’t even want a hug from Splinter, but he supposes he could humour the brothers and tag along on their easy mission.

Raph hits the brakes on the tank, having everyone hop out and stretch their legs.

“I forget. What happens if we don’t return the DVD before midnight?" Mikey questions, to which Donnie immediately responds. “Then Splinter gets charged extra. It's called a ‘late fee’."

Donnie did air quotation marks making Adriaen deadpan at the mutant dressed in purple. “Why the air quotations?"

”Don’t question what I do, Adri. For I am the smartest of us.”

Adriaen placed his hands inside the pockets of his hood, “Since when did intelligence come into play here…?”

"Or was it Zombie Apocalypse?” Raph spoke up, “I don't remember but we can't afford either. Now let's return this DVD so we can go home and get hugs."

Raphael was the last one to exit the turtle tank, when he did, they group made their way towards the video store.

“Yeah! Great call on the disguises, guys. It'll really help us blend in with all the people." Leo happily smirks before he gestured out at the empty parking lot.

“Wait, where is everyone?"

Suddenly there was an explosion, making everyone scream and run back to the tank. Raph drove off in a hurry which they ended up finding themselves on a ferry, covered in dirt from the demolition.

"That didn't go so well.” Leo stated, earning a light glare from Adriaen. “You don’t say. We almost got ourselves crushed.” He comments his frustration, Leo smiled and wraps an arm around Adriaen to calm him down.

”But, hey, on the upside, we got to ride the ferry to another DVD store!”

Adriaen resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"So, we didn't see all the warnings: Demolition signs, No biggie." Raph added in to the conversation, “Am I the only one freaking out that if we hadn’t left when we did, we could’ve all literally died?” Adriaen raised his voice slightly, throwing his hands in the air as well.

Mikey sighs, leaning his back against a pillar. "My horoscope didn't say anything about reading signs.” He mumbles, he then moved off the pillar, seeing a black line of paint on his shirt. “Oh! Wet paint? My horoscope betrayed me. We're cursed. We'll never return our DVD before midnight."

He crouched down, lips trembling as Donnie crouched down beside him, patting his brothers head.

"Easy, Michael. Easy.”

Donnie lifts his gauntlet and starts typing away. “Back in ancient times early…2002, there were boxes or kiosks where you could rent or return DVDS and I just plotted everyone in New York to the Tank's GPS, you're welcome. So as soon we dock..."

Mikey sprung up in excitement, "We can finish our mission and go get Splinter's warm and fuzzy hugs?"

"Yes, and the ferry's just about ready to dock." Raph hypes, eager to for those hugs.

“Easiest mission ever."

Leo grabs Adriaen’s arm and lifts his hand up, going in for a high three. But stopped when the ferry came to a halt and the speaker on the ferry goes off, with the driver speaking out to the people on the boat.

“Uh, folks, a movie production has the harbor, uhh closed."

The boys make their way over to the edge to see what was happening. A movie was being filmed, looked to be about a giant monster monkey attacking New York.

"Cut! Cut, cut, cut! Find that monkey's talent and bring it to set!" One of the directors of the film orders out.

“New York. What a town." Donnie lightly smirks, Adriaen owlishly blinking and shaking his head. “Of course they’re filming. Way to make our night just a little bit harder.” He scoffs, as he honestly just wants this over so he can go home.

"We're stuck! Oohh! Now I’ll never know if Splinter’s whiskers tickle." Mikey cries out, pouting, but Raphael had other plans, “Oh, we will know, Mikey. New plan! We swim to the nearest DVD Kiosk."

"Which is approximately 1.0 nautical miles that direction." Donnie informs, pointing out to the direction they needed to go in. Leo runs over and leaps off the ferry.

"Still a piece of cake."

He lands into the water as Donnie used his Hover Shell to fly across. Raph also jumps into the water to swim to their destination.

“Um…uh…” Mikey rubs his hands together nervously. Adriaen was standing beside the youngest brother, at first puzzled by Mikey’s behaviour, until he realised that Mikey was a box turtle. While he could swim when forced to, Mikey much preferred to be on land.

”Mikey.”

”H-huh?”

Mikey turns to face Adriaen who offered a comforting smile. “Hop on my shell. I’ll carry you across.”

”Thanks Adri! Your the best.”

”I know, I know.”

Adriaen was about to jump in but stops himself. He quickly takes off his hoodie and hands it to Mikey. “Don’t want this getting wet. Mind holding it for me?” 

“Sure!”

Adriaen turns back to the water and jumps in. The moment his body hits the water, he dove down, getting adjusted to the water as he hasn’t swum in some time now.

He goes back to the surface and gestured for Mikey to jump on his shell. Mikey gave a thumbs up and leaps off. When he lands perfectly on Adriaen’s shell, they were off. Following after the other three.

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Adriaen quickly got dried by shaking off the water, Mikey handed back his hoodie, to which the black masked mutant puts on and pats Mikey’s head.

They quickly caught up with Raph, Leo and Donnie and walk the streets. Leo had found himself a basketball he spotted in the trash and couldn’t help but play with it.

The brothers were talking about what they would be like in movies or comics. "Okay, okay, okay. My turn. If Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim make a crossover movie, and that movie is a kid with pro basketball skills, that's me baby!" Leo winks, chucking the basketball in the air towards Raphael who easily caught it.

"Not bad, not bad, but look. The DVD Kiosk."

They turn their attention to see a kiosk that was blocked by trash bags.

"Ah. The sweet stink of victory."

“Gentleman, we clear our path to the return slot: We are home free."

"Easiest mission ever."

Adriaen hums and walks over to move the trash out the way, only to jump back in brief shock when he stumbled upon a mutant silverfish sleeping before it awoke, snarling in annoyance.

The brothers scream which only had the silverfish screech slightly and grabs the kiosk, threatening to throw it at them.

"No, no, no, no! Bad mutant silverfish." Raph scolds it like it was a dog, which seemed to only anger the mutant.

"Save the kiosk!" Donnie exclaimed, having everyone automatically jump in to attack. But the large silverfish easily kicked them away.

Adriaen landed into Leo’s plastron which had the two slide down from the wall that Leo collided with, both groaning.

"Raph-a-roni's got a New York treat for you. Eat this bug!"

Adriaen looks up and widens his eyes when noticed Raph gripping the basketball with his red aura surging right into it.

”Wait…wait, wait, Raph don’t—“

He throws a basketball into the Silverfish's chest. It splits into five and but unfortunately, the kiosk gets destroyed and the silverfish scramble away.

Raph realised what did and chuckled nervously. "W-Whoops. My bad."

Adriaen gets off Leo who stands up, shaking his head and offering an assuring smile. “It's fine. We're fine. It's two hours before midnight and Donnie said there's tons of these DVS Kiosks nearby, right, Donnie, baby?”

They move on to the next Kiosk, next to something called 'Clem's shop'. However, at the Kiosk there was a human man dressed in a wizard costume with a pile of DVD’s stacked beside him.

“Okay, there’s the next Kiosk. Raph, if you would, please?" Donnie gestures for the oldest to talk to the human who carefully walks over.

"Um, excuse me, sir?"

Suddenly the costume wizard turns around and points at the turtles dramatically.

"You shall not pass!"

Seriously…?

“Oh, what a town."

Raph groans, annoyed as he looks to the others. "We don’t have time for this...next!"

And so, the five turtles search for a Kiosk. Which took much of their time. But finally, after a long search they located one at the subway station.

"Okay, here we are, boys. With plenty of time to spare."

"Raph, if you please do the honors and return our DVD."

Raphael walks up to it, reaching for the DVD, only to tense and pat himself down. "Well, uh... hey, uh, have you guys seen…?"

In anger the brothers and Adriaen all shout in unison at Raph losing the DVD.

"Seriously?!"

"Oh, yeah. I left the DVD in the tank where it's safe. When Donnie made us swim across the harbor!"

Donatello widens his eyes at the accusation. “Gasp! That was your idea!"

"Well, sometimes Raph's ideas and mistakes are the same thing, alright?”

Adriaen crossed his arms, deadpanning at Raph. “First the wallet situation at Times Square and now this. You know, maybe we shouldn’t give you anything from now on.”

Leo whines, throwing himself on the ground. "This was supposed to be easy!”

“New, new plan. It's been a few hours, so I bet that Ferry's back at the dock. Let's go get our Tank and DVD."

Mikey frowns on displeasure at the plan, “The ferry's too far. And we're running out of time. We'll never get Splinter's hugs." He bitterly growls out, complaining. Donnie however clears his throat, “In that case, for speed efficiency and fun, may I suggest New York's most enjoyable unreliable and deliciously claustrophobic mode of transit….” He was cut off when a speeding train zooms past him before coming to a stop.

”The subway."

Adriaen slumps his shoulders and stares ahead at the train.

”Oh I’m going to hate this. Can’t we just run it?”

Leo starts pushing him forward to the open doors. “No time, let’s go!” He grins a little playfully as they all huddle into the busy train. The train zooms off once the passengers got on.

It was way too overcrowded for Adriaen to get comfortable in, he was squashed up between Leo and Donnie with Raph standing behind him.

If I don’t get claustrophobia from this, I’m calling it a win.

The train swayed slightly, making Adriaen yelp briefly and crash slightly into Leo who jumps in surprise.

"Who's hand is that? That's a hand right? Who is touching me?"

”Its me. I lost my balance.”

Leo immediately smirks and chuckles slyly. “Well in that case, you’re more than welcome to touch me.” He flirts, but Adriaen of course didn’t pick up on the flirtatious tone, as he adjusted his balance and held onto the railing above.

Mikey was busy snuggling beside a familiar human dressed in a wizard outfit, rubbing his face on the white beard. "I feel like I could feel Dad's hugs. And spoiler alert, they are plush." He sighs dreamily to which Adriaen looked to Donnie who also stared back at him in question at the youngest turtle of the group.

"You have invaded the dragon master's personal space!" The cosplayer announces to Mikey, but luckily the train stops and the doors open.

“New York, what a town." Donnie repeats, exiting the crowded transportation. When Adriaen was finally out of there, he let out a sigh to breathe. Shaking his head to focus as he follows after the others, going up the stairs.

As the turtles leave, they don't notice that someone is following them. Ghostbear who giggles slyly and tiptoes up the stairs after them.

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The group made it back to the ferry docks, hopping on ship and towards their turtle tank that they left.

"Okay, I'm up, I'm up. Ready? If Halley's comet and improvisational comedy had a kid with a mysterious superstar's leather jacket, that is me."

Donnie gave a slight dramatic pose at his vision. Adriaen and Leo just stared at Donnie, unimpressed but didn’t say anything about it as they knew how strange he could be.

Mikey sees a Kiosk ticket underneath the tank, he crouched down to grab it, but the wind picked up and blew the ticket away, Mikey then saw a Kiosk behind the tank.

"A DVD Kiosk! My horoscope said I would point out obvious today."

"Raph was parked next to this the whole time?" Donnie twitched his eye but before he could go into a rant, Leo interrupted him. “Relax, we're here, we made it." He cheered, Raphael jumping onto the tank and going down the hatch.

"And with a little time to spare. BRB with the DVD BROses?”

Adriaen tilts his head at the comment but when Raph slides down the hatch and inside the vehicle, he took this moment to relax and sit on the floor. Finally, he could go home soon.

He then saw and heard Mikey, Leo and Donnie chanting out the words “hugs” while holding each other and jumping eagerly.

Adriaen let out a tiny chuckle at the three, before he heard the sounds of wheels rolling, making him snap his head towards the tank, it was rolling towards the three brothers who failed to notice the moving vehicle.

”Watch out!”

On instinct, Adriaen jumped to his feet and leaps at the brothers, knocking them over to safety as they were briefly shocked at the collision, before watching the turtle tank move towards the kiosk machine.

Panicking, the four yell for Raph to push on the brakes.

"Brake, brake, brake, brake, brake, brake!"

But it was too late, the Kiosk was knocked over and breaks down, releasing a lot of DVDs from inside. The screen goes out seconds later. Donnie dramatically touched the blackout screen before they all yell out “no!” in sync.

"What else could possibly go wrong?" Mikey complains, but before anyone could say anything the sound of a revving engine echoed to their ears and a large and familiar man jumps over the turtle tank on a motorcycle, snatching the DVD out of Raphael’s grasp.

"Peekaboo Tortugas!" Ghostbear laughs, landing on the ground as the turtle's stare wide eyed at the visitor.

"Ghostbear?"

"Last time we met, you ruined my pro wrestling career.” He snarls, recalling the moment that Leo and Raph had beaten the wrestler up. “Now I will ruin what you love.”

Adriaen rolls his eyes and lightly scoffs, “Or are you just perhaps bad at your job? I mean is it really our fault you lost to people like us?” 

“Heh, burn.” Leo snorts at Adriaen’s sass, giving his crush a fist bump, which Adriaen returned. Ghostbear growls as he holds up the DVD. “Starting with your precious disc of video. Lou Jitsu movies are estupido."

Raph gasps and jumps down from the turtle tank, "You take that back! Unless estupido means brilliant! New, new, new plan: The tortoise gets the bear." Raph announces, his brothers and Adriaen ready to attack.

"Yes!"

They jumped into the tank and started to chase Ghostbear who drove off the ferry and onto the roads.

"You tortugas can't catch me!"

Leo steered away to avoid people dressed in wizard costumes that were occupying the streets.

“Ah! Why are there wizards in the middle of the street?!”

"It's WizardCon baby!" Mikey informs, closing his eyes when Leo nearly knocked over a citizen. Adriaen saw how Leo was having difficulty steering so he got up and helped him, leaning over Leo slightly and holding onto the wheel to help drive.

Leo blushed at the closeness, trying hard to not get distracted at the feel of Adriaen’s body pressed up against him from behind. They drove all around the streets before they head inside a tunnel.

"Leo, Mikey, launch the Shell hogs."

Leo blinks out of his daze and nods, he stands up and briefly guided Adriaen to sit down to drive. Honestly, he was both relieved and disappointed that Raph had ordered him to use the Shell hogs, wanting to stay with Adriaen. But even so, they jumped into the Shell hogs and drove ahead to Ghostbear, leaving behind Donnie, Adriaen and Raph.

Adriaen swerved slightly to get a grip on the wheel, he wasn’t used to driving a vehicle this big, but he managed. 

“Look out!” Donnie shouts in panic, pointing ahead as they see a wizard cosplayer standing in the middle of the road.

“You shall not pass!"

Raphael screams as Adriaen stiffens before he didn’t have time to think and swerves the tank around the human, only to crash into a wall. “Everyone okay?!” Adriaen quickly looks over to Raph and Donnie who were a little dizzy but overall seem uninjured which was the most important thing.

"I can fix this, I can fix this, I can totally fix this." Donnie mumbles to himself, pressing any buttons he could hit to start the tank back up but to no luck.

“Hey, Donnie, if you got any more secret vehicles, now's the time to be a good brother and share."

Donnie paused and retracted his robot arms away. A small box like machine pops up from the control panels, a lever with the word “taxi” written on it.

”Well, there is one thing. But I haven't tested it yet. So..."

"Tests are easy, it’s answers that are hard." Raph comments which Donnie took that as the green light to test out his creation.

"I love you so much, let's do it!"

Donnie pulls the lever down, the three were lifted up in the air and into what appeared to be a taxi cab. Without having the chance to buckle up, the taxi unlatched from the turtle tank with jet packs for engines and at great speed zooms off.

Adriaen yells as did Raph and Donnie, holding onto each other as they fly around in loops.

“I’m going to be sick!”

”Adriaen don’t you dare!”

”Get me outta here!”

They all close their eyes waiting for the worst. Suddenly the engines give out and they free fall to the ground. But by some luck they landed in front of Mikey and Leo as well as Ghostbear who all arrived by Leo’s portal in front of a video store. 

Raph and Adriaen stopped their screams, taking in deep breaths after that wild ride. Donnie is still screaming until he sucks in a big gasp.

"Two minutes 'til midnight, maidens."

Leo looks in through the window, his eyes darting to Adriaen who slides down into his seat, looking as pale as a turtle can be. Clearly, he didn’t enjoy the taxi cab.

Ghostbear couldn’t help but laugh at them, “You fell out of the sky, like waaahh! You and your little toy."

Raph growls, sitting up at the driver seat with tears in his eyes. "You have no idea what we've been through tonight. And on top of it all you steal our DVD? Is that any way to treat a fan?"

Adriaen recovered from his shock, leans his arm out the taxi cab window. "Oh, here we go." He grumbles, shaking his head at Raphael. "I can tell how much you want this DVD for watching." Ghostbear mocks, teasingly holding the DVD. Mikey crawls through the open window, climbing over Adriaen who groans and tried to scold Mikey, but he was cut off when Mikey accidentally kicked him in the chin.

"Actually, we really need to return—“

Raph shuts him up by pressing the window button, the window quickly closing on Mikey who slightly choked before the window goes back down.

"Return to the first scene because, uh, we want to watch it so badly." Raph lies, immediately followed by Leo who jumps on top of the vehicle and plays along. “Yeah. Only the cruelest of villains would drop our DVD in that return slot other there.” He points over at kiosk machine, Adriaen pulls Mikey away from the window and poked his own head out as well. He saw what Raph and Leo were doing so he chimes in.

”And confirm that it did in fact drop all the way down."

"Foolish Tortugas. Never reveal your weakness to an enemy." Ghostbear grins devilishly, walking to the kiosk machine and started to slowly push the DVD down the hatch.

Only five seconds left. The turtles couldn’t help but sweat and watch in nerves.

Finally, though, Ghostbear placed the DVD in the Kiosk just in time.

Oh thank god…

Adriaen sighs in relief as he looks to the four brothers and nodded his head, silently gesturing for them to leave while they can and head home.

They quickly agree and all five run off, Ghostbear unaware that they vanished.

"Ha. Now you will never watch the movie! Admit it. I have ruined your—“

He turns to them but when the ex-wrestler saw that they were gone, he realised that he had been tricked. “Huh? Nooo!”

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At the lair, the boys had ditched their disguised and the four brothers got in front of Splinter who was watching his commercials.

"We returned your DVD and now you owe us..."

In unison, the brothers all started to chant with excitement in their eyes.

"Hugs! Hugs! Hugs!"

"It's happening."

Splinter smiles and chuckles at his boys, "Okay. You have earned it." He opens his arms out wide, immediately grunting when his sons pounced onto him and accepted the hug they badly hoped for.

"I will never forget this feeling." Mikey says, getting choked up from the emotions.

"I love all my sons….all four of you."

The boys smile and happily laugh. Adriaen watched from afar, he did have a soft smile, but he didn’t want to intrude on the family moment. He did feel…off though. Alone was perhaps a better word for his feelings.

But he didn’t want to burden the others and ruin the precious moment between father and sons.

So, he turns away and walks off to his room. Unaware that he was hugging himself when he left the others in the living room.

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A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE REALLY FAST AND OFTEN DON'T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER.   

Aww, the poor boy

BUT hey everyone is back to normal again, so yippee!

First Chapter here

Next Chapter here

[away-ward]

I don't know if you've answered this query before, but I'd love to hear your opinion on one of the most controversial devil's night's characters... Damon Torrance.

He's a very divisive character in the fandom and for good reason. Yet, Damon arguably has the highest importance in the series due to how he is both an instigator of many key events, and he is also the character connecting a lot of relationships links and plot threads together.

In particular, I think Damon's relationships with both Will and Banks are fascinating to think about. Two people that he did dirty in the series (Will in Corrupt, Banks all through hideaway), yet he also claimed to love both to the point of insanity. It's an interesting paradox, yet for Damon character, it does make perfect sense that love and suffering are entwined for a good while.

Heyy! Adri, how are you? hope you're good.

I have talked some about Damon, certainly received and responded to plenty of rants about him, but don’t remember if I’ve ever had a question specifically about him like this.

If you are ever curious, I am usually pretty good with my tags, so you could search ‘#damon torrance’ but that might not bring up everything. And it's probably not as fun as my #will grayson iii tag, but what can you do? (most of the good stuff is in the tags)

Anyway. I probably don’t understand Damon very well. I’d like to think I do, but the truth his way of thinking is sort of an anomaly to me. Which is probably for the best.

He gets a lot of hype for being so dark and mysterious. But I wasn’t impressed with him? He just seemed to me to be the king of sad and mean, and a lot of his darkness felt like posturing. This isn’t to discredit what he went through, but… I just didn’t get the vibe that "dark" is who he really is. I think he was just hurt, and once that pain had been addressed, he seemed okay? He's not normal by any means, but then none of the these characters are, and I think that's the point.

However, much like everything with DN, I like the concept of Damon more than the execution. He is the driving force behind the serious, and most of the time, the group is either reacting to actions Damon took, or ones he might take. It seems that he’s the foundation of the group, and everything goes through him or is linked by him. On the one hand, I think this is great. I love the idea that these characters are so intrinsically connected. But I hate that Damon seems to be the only character this exists for. I hate that it seems like he’s the glue, without which this group would eventually fall apart. A true found/chosen family feels different. Each character is a piece of the puzzle, which together creates the final image.

I also think his relationships with Will and Banks are the most compelling for his story arc. Likewise, Banks and Will being the two he did the worst to is so interesting, because it’s an insane concept to wrap your head around. He was so focused on “saving” them, that he caused them seemingly irreversible pain and suffering. His claws were dug in so deep; he wasn’t just drawing blood, he was tearing them apart. There was a part of him that would rather see Banks and Will dead than alive and happy without him. He needed them to need him, because without them… there was nothing good left.

And speaking of goodness, in a weird way, he was “saving” them by trying to keep them innocent, away from anything dark and painful, almost to their own detriment. It’s like he wanted to take anything good left in him and pour it into them, to keep it safe.

What I wished for Damon, if he had to be in this role (and as we’ve spoken about before), was that he was a true guardian of the group. Always watching, always suspecting, always ready. I’ve also written about his relationship with Emory, and how I think those two should be the ones who know when things just need to get done and do it. No debating, no questioning about the method or the “right time.” Just quietly handle whatever problem comes up. I really do see him as somewhat of an enforcer. I remember in Corrupt, when Michael was talking about Damon’s playing style:

“He rarely thought about anything he did, and if someone put a wall in his way – justified or not – he came in swinging without hesitation or regret. This had been a useful quality on our high school basketball team. His reputation spread, and just the sight of him by the opposite team had them pissing themselves.”

This version of Damon is my favorite Damon. I understand he had to grow up. He needed to start thinking seriously about things. But a Damon that had this sort of backbone that also planned his moves? That’s dangerous. He just didn’t seem to have any of this drive or seriousness in Nightfall, which was a bit of a let-down.

I also have a post discussing the Damon and Christiane issue (which basically says Rika’s right, but she needs to mind her own business anyway). I used to think Damon was just being stubborn because PD needed him to be so he and Rika can fight, but after thinking about it, he has every right not to want his children around Christiane.

Overall, I think what this serious is desperately missing is an understanding of out each character interacts and relates to each other character. We have the most understanding with Damon. And yet, after Corrupt and then Damon’s redemption, I’m still unclear how he and Michael interact. Michael’s the leader, but is Damon really a follower? Is he happy to let Michael lead now that he’s gotten everything he wanted, or is it like “I let him lead because I can’t be bothered.” I don’t know. Strangely, I think we would understand Damon better if we also had better insight to the other characters.

Let's see, some more fun facts...

I've previously stated that instead of weird group sex to be the "initiation" into their "gang", everyone should get the chance to stab Damon and if they can do it, they're in. I stand by that.

When I hear NF, I think of Damon most of the time. Occasionally, it's Will.

I headcanon that weddings are weird in Thunder Bay because when their old schoolmates invite the town locals to their wedding, local business owner Damon Torrance shows up with his (2) two previously unknown sisters, conveniently married to his best friends, and his (1) one and only business partner that's married to his other best friend. That first year, nobody focused on the brides and it ruined everything.

I also headcanon that Damon wasn't supposed to be in the literature class with Will and Emory in NF. He was supposed to be in whatever class he had with the lit teacher from the beginning of KS, but he wanted to be with his friends and none of the staff had the energy to stop him.

I think Damon being good with kids actually fits his character really well, and I like that it was included (dude, he threw out his entire build and started over when he learned the kid like pirates just because. This is a man who cherishes children, no matter how gruff he is about it.). I wish it had been made clear that this is a unique trait for him, but it seems that the whole group just magically knows how to parent or has kids perfectly suited to their style of parenting.

I would have liked to know that he and Banks develop a healthy, separate relationship as they grow up, but still remain close enough to understand each other without much conversation. They naturally grow apart as their lives turn towards their families, but they can still keep their root systems.

I don't have anymore at the moment. And I hope this answered your questions... I'm not quite sure. But I'm also up to discuss certain points! Thanks for stopping in!

-ko

[spearxwind]

Hiya, I’d like to put some thoughts out there on my blog (my house) bc I need to yarf some intense feelings or I fear I will explode on a nuclear scale. This is about hollowridge (not in a negative light!! just explaining + reminiscing of old stuff and talking about new stuff. Pouring my heart out more than a little bit.)

I will put them under a readmore of course, this is PRETTY long winded, so you can read or ignore at your leisure -w- 

I was in my adri tag a while ago looking for some images and ended up going through the whole thing and seeing the evolution of him as a character and HR as a story. Additionally, I recently organized my external memory where all my art files are stored and also saw my old stuff, old concepts, old documents with info and ideas, etc etc and like other times where I have looked through my old stuff I have been WRACKED with so many emotions about it. It’s always a dangerous game to go back into my folders/tags to look because I always end up feeling this whooole spiel all at once and very intensely.

Seeing my content shifts is jarring. Very much so. It always is. I don’t think I can pinpoint causes, some of my better creative highs were at really low points in my life, and then other times my creativity and worlds were subsequently really hardly hit during similar lows. I like to think that I am on the up now though, both mentally and creatively. I’m getting back into a lot of things I love, and I am surrounded by people who I love dearly and who love me back, and things in general are really good! I feel less… I wouldn't say wrathful, but way less frustrated when looking back at my old stuff and more inspired to go back to these concepts with a healthier more open mind + knowing that I have improved nonetheless. 

Specifically for hollowridge. Hollowridge feels like a home to me, simple as that. It's something immensely dear to me and I think this is clear by how much effort I have put into it over time, not all of it well placed or with good results, but effort to make it the best that it could be (at best) and effort to keep it afloat (at worst). HR is a strange thing to look back on because it has gone through so many iterations that its hard to pinpoint just one when looking back, but there's a specific time slot (2017-2018 roughly… I’m not gonna check) that I believe is where it was at its best, and that is specifically the vibe that I am trying really hard to go back to with the newest iteration.

I’ve always struggled with it a lot, I've often voiced this publicly, or to friends who would hear my woes out (god bless them for hearing me go on and on about this like a bass boosted and emotional broken record), often because there was so many possibilities that I could run with and I had a lot of really, really conflicting ideas that I wanted to explore. I also had a lot of trouble with lore in general because for many years I was haunted by the absurd need to “make things make sense”, whatever that means. Having things grounded so that people wouldn't be able to poke holes into the watertight plot.. which I never achieved of course. It was less watertight and more of a welded together pringle shaped monstrosity (This was not only true for hollowridge, but was true for everything I have ever made. like in general. It’s been a consistent creative problem for me). 

Eventually what happened iteration after iteration was that I throttled myself too much with rules, random limitations, all in favor of making something cohesive and deleting all the fun bits off the project in the process.

For this reason I also can’t just up and go “yeah i'm gonna turboscrap everything and go back to what worked in 2017” because it also DIDN’T work then. But that vibe specifically is what I am aiming for. The “classic” vibe, if you will (if that means anything to you as it does to me.)

What didn't work for me back in the day was giving everything a reason for existing, which is something I no longer wish to do (it’s better that way) and also something that failed back then both in HR, and in extinction (earlier drafts) and just about any version of a story I ever tried to make was THE SCOPE. It always spiraled out of my hands. God entities always escape me. Magic systems always escape me. How cities and such would be regulated in these scenarios escape me. Its just things I’m not comfortable writing about in general

So that’s why I have made changes to it currently (the whole lens of technology over it) because it makes it easier to think about, and easier to handle. Post apocalypses are fun to handle, and also easy to handle (for me, in this context). Technology going awry feels like its easier to think about than just vague “magic”, even if in the end the aesthetic looks literally exactly the same. Does that make sense? I hope it makes sense.

To give an example: Magic spells and circles → programs and code lines. That can be shot into machinery or meat (recodes your fucking genome in real time and gives you super brain hemorrhage idk). I guess it just gives my brain something to latch onto that isnt just vague rules of a magic system that could potentially be anything and everything? It essentially works the exact same way… its just the lens of looking at it is changed.

Mimics are their own thing now (nanotechnology, instead of vague.. shadow things). Adri is his own thing while still connected to mimics (an angel array made of the same stuff, instead of.. whatever else). Connected to the world. AND all the conflicting but dearly beloved concepts I had for him actually fit (snake, scarf, smoke, usurper of a body that is not his. Hey remember when he was made out of ashes/smoke and eventually out of goop. Well all of that is true at once now! It’s ALL canon! Bitch! The concepts have been reconciled!!)

There are also more “normal” creatures besides these, animals that have either evolved aboveground due to fit into new world niches (so I can design Whatever without being too limited) and there’s also machine/biomachine chimeras, and purposed grown organisms, and just Weird Shit made by machines in the belly of the earth (meat is just complex machinery. you know this. your heart is a piston and your blood gasoline. but I digress.) So I have the space to Get Weird if I so choose, on my own terms this time. And it will have a proper place in the world.

There used to be a lot of concepts that were cool that I missed a lot when I had to shift away from them. Like mimics infecting people and pretending to be them, and then being able to break the hosts bodies apart to make bodies for the mimic itself. That did not fly in pretty much 80% of the later versions of HR but I was able to bring it back for this one. I’ve tied mimics to the epidemic and to Adri in a way that MAKES SENSE but lets me go wild anyways

I guess… the short way of explaining is that. Instead of it being very vague supernatural stuff of dubious origin, now it's a ‘manmade horrors beyond your comprehension’ type deal (still of dubious origin). Which obviously neither the characters nor I would be able to explain to you the details of its origins but the distinction MATTERS to me (to my brain).

Something else about HR is that it’s made up of me having rounded up a bunch of ocs who’s stories were empty or were left to the void so that they could have a fitting home where they could shine. At the end of the day I just wanna do my characters justice. I don’t want to just relegate them to nice set pieces (even though they ARE cool set pieces), but each of them has years of backstory stuff that I would like to keep to not lose the essence of said character and its where I put the bulk of my writing effort into.

I want their connections to the story to be solid, but I also want their base vibes and the vibes I am familiar with for those characters to BE THERE too. So if I’m slow with revealing info, or writing in general, its literally because all the processing power in my skull is being used to think of how to best approach that and not just throw low quality spaghetti at a wall. (Sometimes the spaghetti method works very well, but often. It does not. And only makes things more complex in the long run, so I have learned to be more careful with it)

Dianne and Nirven are over 12 years old now as characters. That 's insane. And she still has the same core concept of how her magic works as I created it ages ago.

Same for Bei. He still has his same vibe back when I made him 10 years ago.

And Adam when I made him 9 years ago. Though I’m working out stuff for him still in this new edition, but I’ll get there. I promise. 

Sooo……….. What I’m really trying to say is that I’m learning to have fun again. And at the same time (re)realizing I used to have some super swag ideas that I have never fully let go of that I am VERY adamant on keeping. And my aim is to go back to that unhinged unbridled joy of creating for a world that is just So Fucked Up but it Works somehow. And yeah, if you’ve ever been frustrated at my changes don’t worry: me fuckin’ too buddy. A thousandfold. And if you’ve ever been curious as to the why of everything, then I hope this rant serves as some sort of explanation?

So yeah, if you’re an old fan and missed old stuff, I hope I am able to do it justice once more and from now on. I promise I am trying my best, I always have been. It just works better sometimes. And if you are someone new and dont know what the fuck I’m talking about, 1. thank you for reading this far and 2. I hope you enjoy the ride regardless

And who knows…. knowing me in a few years I might see this all changed again. Or maybe this will be the one, finally, that sticks. We’ll see. At the moment like I said, I am focusing on loving my characters, their world, their and my original intentions, and just having as much fun as I can with it. If I create confusion in the process then that’s something I will have to accept. I’m not a big media corporation with a team or writers, or even just one (1) accomplished author with a huge brain. I’m not tolkien. I’m just some guy having fun with made up guys in my brain

Thank you for reading this far, if you did, if there’s anything you’d like to comment or discuss (if anything, I don’t expect it) please feel free to reply or DM me, I try to respond in a timely manner when possible <3 

Thanks for sticking around too. It means the world to me that you have. Have a really good week, cheers

[cagedthewicked]

cagedthewicked blog...I

intro post to my blog

side blog(s) : @w3tno0dles-cc-sims

my tags : #cagedwicked rambles || #bite the hand || #cagedwicked edits

about me!

i have made one of these in the past before, but i deleted it. i am remaking it incase tiktok does end up going down for me, since i am an american, and this is where i will be promoting my writing.

a little about me, my name is toby and i am a very big bucky barnes enthusiast (case in point this very blog). i have enjoyed marvel my whole life and grew up watching the movies, but only really got super into it the last year. i am a writer, and have been a fan fiction writer since middle school. my old fics have been scrubbed off the internet since then so there is no way to find them (thank god), but i have been writing since then!

outside of writing and marvel i enjoy cosplay, drawing, overly organizing spotify playlists, x-men (specifically gambit and rouge), collecting jellycats, littlest pet shops, legos, watching the weirdest possible shows you could think of for an insanely long time without moving, pokemon, borderlands (the second one is my favorite, i also hate the movie), animal jam, spongebob, iwtv, life is strange, and many many other things !!

i spend the most time writing ‘bite the hand’ or bth adjacent things due to the fact that i am criminally insane and think about them the most, but i also have other fics as well !! i just talk about bth the most on here but who knows, maybe bear will make an appearance someday !!

some of my friends who write stories i enjoy !!

@die-as-the-devil : max is extremely extremely cool, and genuinely one of the fastest writers i know to man. she has fics for the walking dead & marvel !! i highly highly recommend ‘future ghosts’ if you want to cry and ‘boy//animal’ if you are a fan of dad!bucky barnes !!

@ingydarwp : adri’s character and storylines are genuinely insanely. she is one of the most talented people i know and her characters are always written in such a realistic way that i’m convinced that she lives in their brains or something. she has fics for marvel, the walking dead, and supernatural !!

i recommend all of adrienne’s fics, but if you want to start at the beginning like i did, and also enjoy dad!bucky barnes and feral little hydra children who can heal themselves, i recommend ‘digital silence’.

if dad!steve rogers is more your style, and want to read a version of natasha that is very comic accurate (in my opinion), i recommend ‘graceland too’!

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[abyssal-ali]

Pixie Reviews: Nightwing vs Red Hood

Pairing: Jasonette

Rating: T? Idk

WC: ~0.5k

prompted/inspired by/for @boldlyanxious

enjoy, I wrote this in half an hour and it's not beta'd

Red Hood followed the young woman down the street, running across the roofs to keep her in his sights. She was talking animatedly into her phone, waving her free hand in the air at times to illustrate her points.

The man stalking her, steadily getting closer, seemed to have picked her as his victim since she was distracted. When the moonlight glinted off the man's blade, Red Hood decided enough was enough and swung down to intercept the assailant.

A swift blow was enough to knock him out, and Hood set about tying him up and patting him down. He found two wallets in the man's pockets and went through them to find identifying clues.

The woman still hadn't turned around at the muffled thump when the man went down, and with the street quiet now, Hood couldn't help but eavesdrop.

Okay he could maybe have not tuned into her conversation and used his helmet's superior tech to get a clearer audio, but sue him, he was curious why she was so animated and distracted.

“Yes, I conceded to your assessment of Nightwing's ass but I still maintain that Red Hood has a nice everything, Adri-” she finally turned around when Jason choked and started coughing.

“Oh merde, I've got to go. I'll call you back later, chaton.” She hung up and walked back to Hood.

“Are you okay? Should I call Batman...?” she asked hesitantly, as he continued to cough.

He held up his hand. “I'm okay, just breathed funny,” he managed. “But I could call Nightwing if you wanted to do a comparison,” he grinned, though she couldn't see it.

She squeaked and covered her face in embarrassment. “You heard that?”

“Yep, I was right behind you taking care of a would-be mugger. You might want to work on your situational awareness.”

Her gaze drifted to the tied up and knocked out man leaned against a building. “Ah. Thanks.”

“Soooo,” he dragged out the word and she glanced back at him. “You often debate Gotham vigilantes with your acquaintances?”

“Unfortunately. Several friends got quite into other cities' heroes after Paris.”

“Thank you for being on my side then...?” he paused, waiting for an introduction.

“Marinette. Dupain-Cheng. Ehm, it was my pleasure-no, I mean-” she broke off her rambling attempts to explain what she meant as he laughed over her.

“I'm glad to have someone on my side. May I walk my admirer to her destination?” he gallantly held out his arm for her to take.

“If it's not a problem,” she placed her arm through his and motioned in the direction she wanted to go. “Do you not have to patrol?”

“I was almost done, just checking for any pixies like you in distress. I can walk you home.”

“Pixies?” She glanced up at him in question.

“Small, mischievous, fairylike creatures.”

“I know what pixies are. You think I'm one?”

“I don't know, you seem to fit the bill pretty well: small, mischievous, and you looks rather fairy-like to me.”

“Just for that, I'm moving to Spoiler's side.”

“Nooo, how could you betray me like this?” Hood dramatically wailed. “Definitely a pixie, you're spiteful and fickle too.”

Marinette huffed and kept quiet.

Taglist: (sorry @questioning-blob-of-fog you're my first permanent taglist member so I keep forgetting to tag you🙈)