#And then grandpa forced us to keep lying

[theviolenttomboy]

I stand by that regardless of how much blame lies at Carmine's feet for Kieran being the way he is, she made the right call in lying to him that night. He absolutely would've gone straight to Ogerpon's cave, and, hot dang, running across that narrow path with no handrails in the dark?! In sandals?! He doesn't even have a Rotom Phone to catch him! Carmine wanted to spare his feelings and his life!

[colorfuldream]

Okay so I've seen it a few times now and there are people who genuinely believe the Squid Sisters have the least content out of every group. I mean, I get forgetting Deep Cuts but the Squid Sisters do have as much as Off The Hook. Sure, OTH is starting to look like favorites now but the SS aren't left behind. Here's an itemized list:

They're in every main story mode. They have three whole games about them. The concept of story mode revolves around them. Just because they aren't proactive in them doesn't make it not count. Their quips and banter are what made us care and learn about them. It did flesh them out. They don't have to actively help to be main characters and receive development. The only game you could argue that is Splatoon 3 but it has a writing problem in general. It did close their story, subtle but interesting and well-written (for what Splatoon is), across the three games.

A short story. They're the only ones who have that. That has insane development, providing a lot of details about them. Like, that's a MAJOR thing that's lore-dumping so many things.

They're in almost every concert. They're in all but two concerts. They're canon too. This gives them a lot of presence in the franchise.

Lots of illustrations. Makes sense. Of course they are with how long they've been around. Still an important sign that they're a major part of the franchise (obviously, the main story is about them). It's always nice to see them in different situations anyways. They also get some lore out of them, fleshes them out and whatever. Which brings me to my next point.

Different outfits. It's not only giving us a sense of how they dress, but it's telling a story. Said it before but, for example, we know Marie likes dressing up for Story Mode and be a mentor of some sort. If you pull that string, you can get that she's someone who puts on a façade depending on the occasion and likes teaching/guiding people, her idea of mature and cool is a traditional outfit from her hometown.

Special Fest variants. Yes, they all do. However, the thing that differentiates them is that this is outside their game and, even though they were mostly reskins, they did get fully new outfits and hairstyles which neither other groups did.

Technically, they got a DLC. Even if it's the old hub and basically promo for Side Order.

They're in Smash Bros. That's not nothing. They're not spirits, they're full-on assist trophies. They better be in it honestly, but it's still something they have over the other two groups. It solidifies their status in the franchise.

Many songs, including remixes. Obviously, but they're also on the Splatfest list which never happened before outside of special events. They started it in Splatoon 2's Final Fest and started it in Splatoon 3's regular Fests. They're trend setters! Which leads me to...

Boss Fight. Final Boss, even. Callie started it. Literally. She fought us. The fact that she was The Final Boss™ puts her above the others. They wish they were her.

Solos. They did it first. They've also got not one but two mash-ups of their solos so it gotta count. I would argue that theirs are special too as they're meant to be solo pieces while the Anarchy Poisons are always put together be it on the soundtrack or the concerts. They were made to, and it's lovely, as Deep Cut's continuing the trend OTH's set: a united group that values each other and their work over fame. Their music is made to be together. Anarchy Rainbow and its Poisons is just that, something that's all of them, always. They were also fused in every live version, and the in-game live version, unlike Tide Goes Out and Bomb Rush Blush. These were forcefully mashed up as each sang over the other, desperately trying to drown out their will and win this fight. It's only now, years later, that they get an unexpected mash-up, joyful and harmonious —which in a way is a part of their story, them reclaiming this song as they bring their solos together. The Squid Sisters are working for themselves, they now do whatever they want with their careers and what they sing, how they sing, when they sing is up to them and only them.

They're the end credits of every game. Special mention to Splatoon 3 that just sacrifices its own idol group for them. Unlike Splatoon 2, Deep Cut was involved in Story Mode and for all the 10 minutes they spent in it, the end credits should have been theirs as they sure as hell didn't get a DLC. Their equivalent was a last minute addition at that, unceremoniously added later on without much spotlight. Jeez, they could have had a second collab song instead or something!

They've got the final battle song for every game. Makes sense because it's their story and their games, it's the culmination of their work every single time. Unlike the credits, they at least shared the spotlight with Deep Cut... Hey, if Marie's their boss, doesn't that make her a part of their group or vice-versa? She better be, she's the one handling their paperwork after all (poor woman, it's a mess too and they're not spending wisely. Shouldn't have been talking about becoming a manager, Marie, you're getting roped up in too much silliness and Callie won't help).

Participation in 2 Final Fests. By that, I mean actually having a team and representing it. Otherwise, they're involved in every Final Fest.

Merch. I mean why wouldn't they have some?? But it had to be added. Special note for the concert CD and special edition. I guess I'd put there the interview bit Marie conducted in Splatoon 3's soundtrack bonuses. That's another bit of trivia/insight on her work. The Nintendo Magazine interviews also count as they're relevant to their characters.

Their song is a major part of their world and franchise. Calamari Inkantation has a special place in the lore and the franchise. It's THE song but also THEIR song.

4 amiibos. They might not give their outfits (which I kinda like because I'm not fond of how they did it for the others) but they give out gear related to their story, the game, and that we should have gotten. At least they're fixing that flaw I guess.

Storyline during the Splatfests. Not sure if it should be added but it did culminate into long lasting conflict between the two of them and started their storyline. Since it's missing in Splatoon 3, I think it should be noted. It fleshes them out and makes them feel a bit more alive, like they're affected by the results.

Most of these could apply to Off The Hook too. My point is that the Squid Sisters haven't been neglected, not from Nintendo's point of view. They're more than included, arguably the stars of Splatoon 1 and 3. The thing is that Off The Hook is the fan favorite right now so most of our attention is on them, not the others. The Squid Sisters have also been so ingrained in the franchise that we're used to it. We readily accepted they would be the stars of Splatoon 3 because they took over most of Splatoon 2 until Octo Expansion. We assumed the other two groups would get DLCs, or that Deep Cut would be involved in OTH's like in the Main Story, only to realize that Nintendo didn't give a damn and gave the spotlight to OTH alone in an attempt to replicate what Splatoon 2 did. Obviously, once we got over Side Order, we kinda realized this was unfair and that there was favoritism. It didn't help that OTH was featured in regular battles and that Splatoon 2 and 3 handled Splatfests differently, with special events and work done to the idols. We've come a long way since the first game, which itself had changed plenty during its time, so it feels unfair that the Squid Sisters didn't benefit from what the others got or for as long. That doesn't mean they didn't get a lot and weren't the favorites for a long time.

Now, I'm gonna address the thing that made me write this in the first place:

They do have a story and development. Just because it wasn't in your face doesn't mean it didn't happen.

Up until Splatoon 3, the story wasn't as obvious as it could be when it came to the idols. Marina's background is clear-cut, because you cannot be too subtle about it, but apart from some big lines, it wasn't directly stated, nor was her development in Octo Expansion (it's heavily linked to Agent 8 and the Octavian but the fact that she comes to be comfortable in what species she is and overcomes her fear of being found out and rejected should count as a story). She's fascinating and it's important to the world.

But that doesn't leave the Squid Sisters flat and boring. They had an arc! Them slowly resenting each other because of their time as Splatcast anchors, because they were always pit against each other, because of the way being an idol works, is a story in itself. It was bad enough to get Callie to free Octavio, who's a terrible, dangerous person as far as she knew then, and go to the Octarians, poor, underground enemies. The Hypno-Shades are more like heavily suggesting you to obey, we know that Callie had some sort of free will to put glitter, of all things, into their ink. She also was fully conscious of her actions when freeing Octavio, and we know this guy isn't a mastermind and world class manipulator. Marie wasn't doing much better, working a lot and being stressed. Fame drove them apart and broke Callie down to the point of going to people who wanted hers dead. She freed a war criminal. Once Marie saved her, mostly from her own despair, they decided to do their own thing. They didn't need fame or their careers. Family was more important. Tidal Rush was their solos crashing against each other, not listening and trying to sing over the opponent, until Marie blasted on a song that meant the world to them. The hymn of sea kind. The song that they won that fateful contest with when they were young, the reason why their dream came true. The song that they sang when safinf their dear grandpa, powerful enough to make Octolings give up everything and try to join the surface. A beautiful memory. Something that was theirs. And so they sang. Together. "I remember everything!" The innocent days they practiced for the contest, the terrifying ride to Inkopolis, the nervousness of their first Splatcast. But they were together. She wasn't alone. Marie had always been on her side. Neither of them wanted this. If it had been up to them, nobody would have compared them to each other. They wouldn't have been choices for their last Splatfest. It's a certain kind of cruel to ask which of the two teenage girls was the better one. Callie wasn't angry at Marie, she was angry at the system. She felt awkward, self-conscious, worthless because of her status as a celebrity, because she as a person didn't matter. Her comfort? Who cares. Take the photos, sing the songs, be careful to be perfect. She was overworked, isolated, and the only person she could count on was put in the same position and told she was a competitor.

Fresh Start is the two of them reconnecting away from show business. Going back to their roots. They stop being idols afterwards, they don't sing much anymore. They get their own careers. Callie slowly finds the strength to be in the spotlight after so long and goes back to acting, unlike Marie this seems to be more of her thing. Marie keeps on with her podcast, now using it to hype Callie up. Splatoon 3 even shows us that Callie is some sort of spokesperson, announcing that an Inkopolis stage will undergo reconstruction. She's rebuilding her career on her own and making it her own. The Squid Sisters, while some of the most people in the world, weren't recognized in the Splatlands. Sure, Shiver and Frye probably didn't give a damn about Inkopolis musicians but Big Man is a fan, he's even showed them their music, and he still didn't recognize them. They're known for their music, their names possibly for themselves. Splatoon 3 is the only game not to give them a story, even its details don't imply much. But the previous two games did.

It's a story of two girls who got famous too soon, too suddenly, and got eaten by showbusiness. It's two young women taking their power back and breaking free from the idol life. It's a family that managed to heal from the damage fame caused over the years.

I dunno but I think it's beautiful and I'm a sucker for stories that criticize being an idol and family coming together. The Squid Sisters' entire thing was being idols, that's their entire concept, especially identical ones which is dehumanizing enough. It's fitting and not something you'd expect out of Splatoon of all places but it's the kind of franchise that gets surprisingly deep and dark in its smallest details.

No, they're not neglected or underdeveloped. Their story is there, just not as flashy as you'd expect. Their presence is something we're so used to that we don't clock it anymore, moreso when the other group gets attention too. Splatoon 3 didn't handle the writing well, as fun and silly as it gets, and it shows in a lot of ways. It's easy to go "so what was the point of the Squid Sisters being there?" when the story didn't bother doing anything with them for once but they weren't the only one neglected nor did they not get content in other ways!

[justabigassnerd]

In Another Life pt. 1

Pairing - Jackson Genrette x reader (Kook!JJ AU)

Word Count - 5,222

Series Warnings - swearing, smoking, angst, fluff, violence, weapons, blood, injuries, death, canon divergence (it's an AU innit?), drugs, alcohol, verbal & physical abuse

Summary - In another life, JJ Maybank was known by the name Jackson Genrette. The son of Larissa Genrette and grandson of Wes Genrette, making him the sole heir of Goat Island. Instead of being associated with surfing and smoking. Jackson was associated with the country club and yachts. Yet despite his unending wealth and Kook status, Jackson found himself intrigued by the adventures of the Pogues and found himself dragged along on an adventure he never could’ve anticipated.

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A/N - hey y'all! I am proud to be gifting y'all the first part of my Kook!JJ AU! I truly hope this is something y'all enjoy because I've put a lot of time into crafting this story and keeping it somewhat faithful to the main plot while adding my own twists into it (these better work out or I fear I may hide away out of embarrassment). anyways I won't ramble. as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

Jackson awoke to the sound of his alarm, forcing his eyes open as his hand flailed for his phone that sat on his bedside table, eventually managing to pick up the phone and turn off his alarm. Lying on his back with a groan, Jackson stares at the plain ceiling above him, mentally preparing himself to get out of bed.

“Jackson? Are you getting up? Your grandfather wants to be out of the house within the hour.” The gentle voice of Larissa, Jackson’s mother, floats through his door as he props himself up on his elbows.

“I’m getting up. Tell him I’ll be down soon.” Jackson calls back, pushing himself up into a sitting position and stretching his arms above his head. After stretching, Jackson forces himself up and heads into his en-suite bathroom, showering and then changing into some nice clothes to wear to the Island Club, the country club. It was not unusual for Jackson and his family to go to the country club on Kildare at the weekends. Wes enjoyed catching up with his friends over a drink or two while Larissa enjoyed seeing her friends and Jackson would play some golf. He occasionally hung out with the likes of Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton but to say he enjoyed their company was an exaggeration of the highest degree. They mostly hung around him because they wanted to make themselves look good. It was no secret that the Genrettes were among the wealthiest of the Kooks. Rafe and Topper had attempted to use Jackson as a way to boost their own social status, something Jackson despised. He had been raised to respect everyone regardless of their status, Kook or Pogue, they were still people at the end of the day so Jackson wasn’t going to treat anyone any differently, something that Rafe and Topper frequently disapproved of.

After he finished getting ready for the day, Jackson made his way downstairs, smiling as he greeted his mother and grandfather as they sat at the table eating their breakfast.

“Good of you to join us, Jackson,” Wes says, his voice teasing as Jackson sits in his chair, plating up some food and digging in.

“I like to keep you on your toes, Grandpa,” Jackson replies with a joking wink, making Wes chuckle and roll his eyes. The three eat their breakfast quietly, stopping only to converse once in a while and once they all finished, they grabbed their things and made their way to the front door.

“Jackson, are you okay to drive the boat?” Wes asks, his smile already telling that he knows the answer.

“You know I am,” Jackson replies, grabbing the keys to the yacht from the box and heading over to the dock. The three board the boat and Jackson is quick to untie the rope before heading up to the wheel to start the engine and drive the yacht over to the docks of the Kildare country club. When they docked, Jackson helped his mom and his grandfather disembark the yacht before following them to the small restaurant, smiling as Wes went to greet his friends and Larissa spotted her friends.

“Are you going to play some golf or are you going to hang around here?” Larissa asks, turning to look at Jackson who shrugs lightly.

“It seems pretty quiet right now, I might see if I can get some time on the course before everyone else shows up,” Jackson says with a soft laugh.

“Okay. I’ll be here and so will Grandpa. Come back whenever you’re ready.” Larissa says, watching as Jackson nods with a smile.

“Got it. No different to any other week. I love you, Mom.” Jackson says, hugging his mom, and both of them smile ear to ear.

“I love you two, Sweetie. Now have fun.” Larissa says softly, gesturing loosely for Jackson to head off which he does. Jackson makes his way to the country club's golf building, heading to his own locker to grab his gold clubs and golf balls before making his way out to the course to set up his first tee.

“Yo, Genrette!” Jackson couldn’t help but sigh when he heard the familiar voice of Topper call out, turning to face both him and Rafe with a forced smile on his face, hoping his sunglasses would mask the fakeness of the emotion.

“What’s up?” Jackson says nonchalantly, fist-bumping Topper’s outstretched hand and nodding curtly towards Rafe.

“Just wanted to get some time in on the courses.” Rafe shrugs as Jackson nods, eyeing the pair cautiously. He didn’t recall seeing them when he made his way through the country club, yet he was unsurprised they’d popped up mere seconds after he arrived at the course. Knowing he now didn’t have a way out of the situation, Jackson was forced to allow the two to tag along with him, making their way around the various courses. Eventually, all three decided they wanted to buy a drink after spending a few hours playing golf in the hot Kildare sun. After returning their clubs to their lockers, they made their way to the small restaurant and bar and it took Rafe less than two seconds to be an asshole.

Jackson was semi-familiar with you. He knew your name, he knew that you worked the bar and restaurant at the country club, and he knew you were a Pogue. But other than that, you were a complete mystery to him. You were friendly enough to the Kooks who were polite, but you bit back with fierce venom if someone was ever rude or demanding of you.

“Hey, grab us all a drink.” He demands as he approaches the bar, completely ignoring that you were in the middle of doing something.

“It would be helpful if I knew what it was you wanted.” You reply, not even lifting your gaze to look at him as you talk, still focused on what you are doing.

“You know exactly what we want,” Rafe says, his hands turning into fists at your attitude.

“I’m not a mind reader, Rafe. How do you expect me to know what you want?” You then say, abandoning the task you were doing to address Rafe properly, not caring about how you were pushing his buttons. Jackson couldn’t help but admire your attitude towards him, most tiptoed around Rafe but you, in typical Pogue-like fashion, were not afraid to stand up to him.

“You piece of shit,” Rafe says, suddenly lunging and grabbing a fistful of your shirt, pulling you closer as you slam against the bar. 

“Rafe, back off.” Jackson suddenly says, stepping forward and ripping Rafe away from you, shoving him towards Topper and keeping himself firmly in between you and him.

“You’re choosing to defend that bitch?” Topper asks, astounded as he helps steady Rafe.

“Don’t call her that,” Jackson replies, his jaw set as he stares down the two.

“Come on man. She’s a Pogue.” Rafe says loudly, not caring about the attention he is gaining from the rest of the people in the restaurant.

“So? It doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole.” Jackson says firmly, his glare hardening by the second.

“Look, let’s go and sit down. Since Genrette wants to be so nice to the Pogue, he can get our drinks.” Topper says, attempting to quench the tension between Jackson and Rafe that has been building up. With a scowl, Rafe storms off with Topper in tow before Jackson turns around to face you.

“I’m so sorry about them. They’re assholes.” Jackson says apologetically, resting his arms on the bar, leaning a little closer as you shrug.

“It’s typical Kook behaviour. I’m used to it.” You say, your hand lightly rubbing your stomach where it had been slammed against the bar counter.

“Did he hurt you?” Jackson asks quietly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he watches you.

“I’ve had worse.” You reply nonchalantly, dismissively waving a hand.

“That doesn’t make what he did okay.” Jackson insists, watching as you shake your head, far too used to the behaviour you’ve been on the receiving end of for many years.

“Look, there’s nothing anyone can really do about it so I just suck it up. What do you guys want to drink? If you wait any longer they’ll get pissed.” You say, smoothly changing the subject.

“I’ll just take a water,” Jackson says, already digging in his pocket for his wallet.

“And for the others?” You ask, grabbing a glass and filling it with water.

“They’re not having anything. At least not from me with the way they just treated you.” Jackson says, looking over at you.

“You know when they realise that you haven’t gotten them their drinks they’ll just come back over here, right?” You reply, placing the glass on the bar counter as Jackson extracts his wallet from his pocket, pulling some dollar bills from the wallet and holding them out towards you.

“Jackson, you got a water. That’s free here, you know that.” You say, raising an eyebrow at the wad of bills in his hand.

“Consider it your tip for dealing with those assholes all the time,” Jackson says, not dropping his hand.

“I can’t accept tips. They go in the jar and get divided equally. Besides, I couldn’t take your money just like that.” You say, gesturing loosely towards the glass jar that already had a sparse handful of bills inside. With a small sigh, Jackson shoved the bills back into his wallet before formulating a plan.

“Hey, have you taken your break yet? You look like you could use one.” Jackson says, watching as your eyebrows furrow.

“I don’t see what taking a break has to do with this.” You say, confused as to what Jackson was trying to say to you.

“Just trust me, okay? I know somewhere we can chat in private. Rafe and Topper will have no idea where you are and by the time your break is finished, they’ll have found something else to do.” Jackson says, watching you as you study him silently. One of your number one rules had always been to not trust Kooks, but Jackson seemed different, he had never treated you badly while you were at work, and he seemed to be genuinely trying to be nice.

“Okay, I’ll take my break. I’ll meet you by the staff exit. Rafe and Topper shouldn’t see us there.” You say, keeping your voice low as if Rafe and Topper were going to appear out of nowhere. With a nod, Jackson quickly downs the small glass of water as you head to talk to your boss about taking your break. Once Jackson saw you get the nod of approval from your boss, he made his way out of the small shack, avoiding Rafe and Topper and waiting by the staff exit, smiling as you emerged from the door.

“Come on,” Jackson says, gesturing for you to follow him which you do. You had never really been able to walk around the country club much, you were only expected to go straight to the building you worked at and then go straight home. You let Jackson lead you to the trees surrounding the golf course, finding a secluded spot and sitting down, gesturing for you to join him.

“You’re not about to murder me are you, Genrette?” You ask with a light laugh as you settle down on the ground, leaning against the tree behind you.

“I promise I have no murderous intentions. I just wanted to chat.” Jackson says softly with a laugh of his own. You had always been a mystery to Jackson. He’d only really interacted with you through your job at the country club. You went to the public high school while Jackson went to the private high school. You hung out with the likes of John B while Jackson was stuck with Topper and Rafe. You ran in completely different circles, yet Jackson couldn’t help but be interested. You weren’t afraid to fight back if someone disrespected you. To Jackson, you were the definition of a Pogue.

“Chat about what? I feel like we covered everything about the Rafe and Topper thing. I’m fine. I’ve dealt with worse. Trust me.” You say, looking at Jackson whose gaze flicks down to his lap before looking back up at you.

“I guess I just wanted to try and get to know you a little better. I know you’re friends with Kiara right?” Jackson asks, recalling how Kiara spent one year at the Kook private school, and how you had always, without fail be waiting for her outside the building with a smile when school ended.

“Yeah, Kie and I are friends. Did you hang out with her during her Kook year? She only ever mentioned Sarah Cameron.” You ask curiously, wondering if Jackson had spent any time with your friend.

“Honestly, not really. We spoke a little in class but I just never really got the chance to get to know her.” Jackson admits, hanging his head slightly.

“Your loss, Kie is awesome.” You say, leaning your head back against the tree and admiring how the sunlight filtered through the leaves.

“I’m sure she is.” Jackson agrees, glancing over at you.

“Something tells me you wanted to talk about more than just whether I was friends with Kiara or not.” You say teasingly, glancing over at Jackson as he smiles slightly.

“I already said it. I just wanted to get to know you better. I see you working here all the time and I’ve never offered you a decent conversation.” Jackson shrugs.

“I don’t often see you encouraging employees here to hang out with you for a chat.” You say with a laugh, arms folding across your chest.

“You got me there. I just think you’re interesting, that’s all.” Jackson says, making you tilt your head in confusion slightly.

“How so?” You ask curiously.

“You’re very sure of yourself. You don’t take shit from anyone. That’s really cool.” Jackson says, watching as you shrug lightly.

“Yeah well, when you grow up on the Cut you kinda have to learn how to stand up for yourself. No one else will do it for you unless you have a really good group of friends.” You say, a small smile on your face at the thought of your friends, the ones who fearlessly stood by you no matter what.

“You seem like you’ve got a good group of friends,” Jackson says, thinking of all the times he’d gone to bonfires and beach parties and seen you hanging out with your friends, always smiling and joking with them.

“I wish I could say the same about you. Why do you hang out with Rafe and Topper? They’re assholes.” You ask, curious as to why someone as kind as Jackson was regularly seen hanging out with Rafe and Topper.

“It’s not through choice, believe me. They like the social boost it gives them to be seen talking with me. I’m pretty sure Rafe is trying to use me to get close to my grandpa. He keeps talking business with me so he probably wants to try and strike some sort of deal between his dad and my grandfather. Topper… he’s just wherever Rafe is.” Jackson explains with a shrug, propping his arms on his knees.

“That sucks. You can’t just tell them to leave you alone?” You ask, glancing over at Jackson as he stares ahead of him.

“I’ve tried. They don’t listen. If I get too pushy I might make my family look bad. I can’t do that to them. I’d rather put up with them than risk anything happening to my family.” Jackson admits, letting out a small sigh as you study him carefully.

“You really love your family, huh?” You ask quietly as Jackson nods.

“Yeah, I do. It’s just been me, my mom, and my grandpa, since I was born. We’ve always been close.” Jackson says, a small smile on his face as he thinks about his family.

“That’s nice.” You say softly, bringing your knees to your chest and hugging them closer. Sensing your shift in tone and demeanour, Jackson glanced at you sadly, wondering if what he said had upset you. Without warning, you pull your phone out of your pocket, checking the time and then scrambling to your feet.

“I gotta go. My break’s nearly over.” You say quickly, shoving your phone in your pocket as Jackson also stands up, confusion written across his face.

“Hold on, it’s surely not been long enough for your break to be over,” Jackson says, confused as you begin to back away, checking the time on his own phone and discovering it had barely been twenty minutes.

“My boss hates when we take long breaks. I can’t afford to lose this job.” You say hurriedly, barely even glancing Jackson’s way as he watches you.

“Maybe I could vouch for you if your boss is upset. I can cover for you.” Jackson offers, a kind smile on his face.

“No!” You say abruptly, feeling guilt grip you at Jackson’s slight shock.

“Sorry. I just can’t let you vouch for me. I should’ve been paying attention to the time. It was nice to hang out with you. I’ll see you around, Jackson.” You say quickly and apologetically, offering Jackson a quick wave before rushing off in the direction of the bar as Jackson lets out a sigh, his shoulders sagging in defeat before trudging along to where he knew his mom was.

“Jackson, are you all done for today?” Larissa asks as Jackson approaches, where she and her friends are all sitting conversing.

“Yeah, the courses were beginning to get busy so I called it a day early.” He replies with a shrug, standing alongside Larissa’s chair.

“You have to start getting in early if you want the courses while they’re quiet.” One of Larissa’s friends muses, sipping on her drink.

“You hear that Jackson? You need to start getting up earlier if you want the courses to yourself.” Larissa teases, looking up at Jackson as he rolls his eyes lightly.

“Surely the weekend is a good excuse to sleep in, Mom,” Jackson replies, his voice light as he talks.

“Jackson, I hear you got into an altercation with Rafe and Topper earlier. Whatever happened?” Another one of Larrisa’s friends speaks up, glancing up from her phone as Larissa turns to look at Jackson with a look of shock.

“Jackson Genrette, what did you do?” She says quickly as Jackson glances over at her friend, wondering how she could’ve heard about it already when she wasn’t even present when it happened.

“I didn’t do anything. Rafe was hurting y/n and I just couldn’t stand there and watch. Yeah, I pushed him but it was to help y/n.” Jackson says, defending himself quickly as Larissa’s face slowly shifts to one of realisation as she softens.

“Oh, Jackson,” Larissa says empathetically, getting to her feet and leading Jackson away to somewhere they could talk in private as he follows her, head hanging as he wonders what she wants to say.

“Mom, I swear I wouldn’t have done anything but Rafe grabbed her and-”

“Sweetie, stop talking for a second. You know I raised you better than to pick fights.” Larissa says, cutting Jackson off as he squeezes his eyes shut, his head hanging even lower in his guilt.

“I’m sorry, Mom.” Jackson begins to apologise before Larissa cuts him off once more.

“I may have raised you not to pick fights. But I’m proud of you for standing up for that girl. I don’t like that Cameron boy, he treats everyone badly. He needed someone to tell him to back off and I’m so proud it was you. My sweet boy.” Larissa says, cupping Jackson’s face in her hands, gently tipping his head up so he can look at her. She smiles softly at him as he forces a smile onto his face.

“I just wanted to help,” Jackson mutters softly, leaning into Larissa’s hand, soaking up the comfort he so often received from her growing up.

“And you did. If anyone tries to accuse you of anything I will protect you I promise. While I don’t condone you using violence, you did what you needed to do and I won’t tell you off for it. I’m sure y/n won’t forget it.” Larissa says softly, her smile not fading.

“Thank you, Mom,” Jackson says, softly, yet the appreciation in his voice is clear, relief setting in that his mom would have his back should anything backfire on him.

“You don’t need to thank me, Jackson. Look, I’ll say my goodbyes and then grab your grandfather. We’ll head home in a moment. If you want to say your goodbyes to anyone now’s the chance. Maybe check in on that y/n.” Larissa says, smiling at Jackson as he nods.

“I might go and see how she’s doing. I’ll meet you by the boat.” Jackson says, nodding slightly as Larissa steps back.

“Don’t take too long,” Larissa warns, her smile teasing and revealing that Jackson was not under any time constraint. With one final nod, Jackson backs off and begins to cross back over to the smaller building you worked in, unable to stop his smile from widening when he catches sight of you behind the bar.

“Hey y/n.” Jackson greets, approaching the bar once more as you straighten up, locking eyes with him.

“What brings you back here?” You ask, wiping down the counter as you speak.

“Uh- my family was about to head out so I just wanted to swing by and make sure you were okay before I left,” Jackson says, leaning against the counter as you roll your eyes.

“I don’t need a protector if that’s what you mean, Genrette. I can handle myself.” You muse, eyes flicking up from the bar counter to look at Jackson.

“I’m sure you can. I just wanted to check in, that’s it.” Jackson says, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“I’m fine, I promise. I can handle Rafe if he tries anything again.” You say, a slight boasting tone to your voice, proud of your ability to protect yourself if needed.

“I don’t doubt it,” Jackson says with a laugh, reaching out and grabbing a napkin and the pen you had clearly abandoned on the counter, scribbling something down before handing it to you.

“What’s this?” You ask with a raised eyebrow, eyes scanning the numbers scribbled down on the napkin.

“It’s my number. If you ever wanted to hang out outside of your working hours, I’d be down.” Jackson says with a shrug as you fold the napkin up and shove it in your pocket.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that. If you’re not afraid to be seen with a Pogue.” You say, your lips turning upwards in a slight smile, trying to hide your worries about Jackson’s potential embarrassment at being seen with you.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I was afraid. I don’t care what people think.” Jackson says, an unbothered expression on his face as he watches you carefully.

“Thank you.” You mumble, a sudden shyness sneaking into your voice as your gaze flicks to the bar counter.

“I should probably head out but if you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask,” Jackson says quickly, shooting you a friendly wink as he heads out of the building, leaving you standing there, bewildered at the kindness shown to you by the Kook.

Jackson made his way back to the dock he had moored the yacht at, smiling at his family as he boarded the boat, pulling the keys out of his pocket and heading up to the wheel.

“Did you get to check in with y/n?” Larissa asks, following Jackson up to the helm as he nods.

“Yeah, I made it quick so she wouldn’t get in trouble. I gave her my number if she ever wanted to hang out when she’s not at work.” Jackson says with a light shrug, checking the controls of the boat, and making sure everything looks good.

“That’s sweet of you,” Larissa says sweetly as Jackson smiles softly, wondering if you’d reach out to him.

“Jackson! The boat’s untied. We’re good to go, boy! The sooner we get back home the better.” Wes calls up to him.

“He’s right. There’s a hurricane watch going on so we better be careful.” Larissa agrees as Jackson nods, noticing the dark clouds in the distance. He had known there was a hurricane risk like there usually was this time of year so he started the engine and began the journey back to Goat Island.

By the time the end of your shift rolled around, you had received a text from John B, letting you know that he was waiting for you and you quickly made your way out of the country club, locating the familiar van and crossing to it and climbing in the passenger seat, noticing the grey clouds growing closer.

“Yo, how was work?” John B asks as he begins to drive.

“It was normal. Same old Kooks.” You shrug as John B scoffs, shaking his head.

“Of course. Are you crashing at the Chateau tonight?” John B then asks, glancing over at you as you nod.

“If that’s okay with you.” You say in response, looking back at John B as he nods, focusing back on the road.

“My Chateau is your Chateau. You’re welcome anytime and you know my Pops would say the same if he were here.” John B says, trying not to let any upset sneak into his words as you soften. Big John had been missing for about nine months now, and John B was now dealing with the threat of being taken into foster care.

“I appreciate it. We’ll find your old man, you know? He’s a tough son of a bitch, he’s gotta be out there somewhere.” You say reassuringly, reaching over to squeeze John B’s shoulder. Big John had always been a positive father figure in your life, he opened his doors to you when he and John B learned of your familial situation and you wanted to help John B find him more than anything else.

“Looks like Aggie is really picking up.” John B says suddenly, noticing the wind beginning to pick up.

“Looks like it, yeah.” You agree, leaning closer to the window to look up at the sky.

“Me and Pope are probably going to try and catch some waves before she hits properly. You want in?” John B asks, looking over at you with a smile.

“Not this time, I’m pretty exhausted from work I just want to crash. Next time, I promise.” You say, feeling a yawn slip past your lips after you speak.

“That’s fair. Dealing with Kooks is exhausting.” John B says with a laugh as you let out a small scoff of your own.

“I mean you only have to deal with Ward Cameron. I have to deal with every Kook on this island.” You joke as John B reaches out to swat at you with a laugh.

By the time John B had pulled up outside his house, the sun was setting and it was becoming more and more obvious to anyone who was paying attention that a hurricane was due to hit.

“There you are! Are we heading out or not?” You hear Pope call out as soon as you and John B exit the Twinkie, eyes squinting against the lashing rain.

“Give me a minute to change, I’ll be quick.” John B says as the two of you rush towards the Chateau, greeting Pope as you reach the porch.

“You not coming, y/n?” Pope asks as you run a hand through your hair, pushing the wet strands out of your face.

“Not this time Pope. Is Kie not going either?” You ask, tugging your jacket off and laying it over the back of a chair to dry.

“Her parents wanted her home while the storm came in.” Pope shrugs.

“Makes sense. Their house on Figure Eight could withstand Aggie way better than any Pogue house.” You say, glancing over at Pope as he nods in agreement.

“Hey, the Chateau can survive anything. Don’t talk about her like that.” John B teases, tossing a crumpled-up piece of paper in your direction as you dodge it with a laugh.

“You two better be careful.” You say as the two head for the door.

“When are we not?” John B asks with a smirk as you roll your eyes.

“Pope, make sure he doesn’t get himself killed, will you?” You then ask, looking at Pope who nods.

“Without you to endorse his ideas I’ll have a much easier time keeping him in place.” Pope laughs as you flip him off with a roll of the eyes.

“Get out of here.” You say jokingly, chuckling as the two leave, leaving you alone in the house for the time being.

As the evening progressed, the storm got stronger and by the time John B entered the Chateau, the power had gone out and you were in the middle of lighting some candles as he burst through the door.

“Power go out?” John B asks as you nod, striking another match.

“Just a few minutes ago.” You reply, lighting a candle and then blowing out the match.

“Great. How long do you think our side of the island is going to be powerless while the Kooks live it up?” John B asks, collapsing on the sofa with a sigh.

“Hopefully it won’t be too long. Worst comes to worst we can nab a generator from somewhere.” You suggest with a wink as you sit down alongside John B, laughing as he shoves your shoulder slightly.

“And that’s what we’re not going to do.” John B says, getting up from the sofa as you chuckle.

“Aw, c’mon John B it’s a great idea.” You tease, leaning against the doorframe as he enters his room.

“Good night, y/n/n.” John B says with a laugh, closing his bedroom door in your face as you laugh.

“You know you love me, John B!” You call through the door, smiling as you hear John B chuckle behind the door before moving to make your way to the room that was unofficially yours, changing into the comfy clothes you left at John B’s house for the nights you stayed and settling into the bed. As you curl up under the covers, you face the window, watching the rain lash against it aggressively as the wind howls. You loved when storms and rainy weather hit the Outer Banks. You often would surf with John B and the others when the weather was like this or you’d stand out in the rain, dragging the other Pogues out into the downpour to relish in the weather. Hearing the rain against the window was almost comforting, reminding you of the fun times you’d have with your friends as you closed your eyes, allowing sleep to claim you as your thoughts went back to the Kook who had offered you kindness earlier in the day.

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[mcbride]

Daryl Dixon Rewatch S1E06 - Coming Home

it's the first ep with an English title and the last of the season. overall, i wanna say i was actually surprised how much i did enjoy watching. the complete focus on Daryl without all the background noise/storylines/characters, the way he still means what he says, but he's actually using his words and lots of sass instead of the typical nodding and grunting. good job!

but i gotta confess that if i hadn't known beforehand that Carol was going to be a part of this show, i probably wouldn't have bothered 🤷‍♀️. the fact Carol's not only back on screen, but she is such a great part of the whole vibe of the show, was actually unexpected. this show is straight up showing us Carol is the driving force in Daryl's relentless journey to get back home.

whoever tries to convince you Daryl is conflicted about where he belongs and where he wants to be is lying to you (pointing at you, Z!!). he literally spends 6 whole episodes reminding everybody he's got a home, people who love him waiting, a promise to keep, and a need to get back asap.

it doesn't mean Daryl does not form connections while on that journey. because he does - the strongest with Laurent, obviously, however, none strong enough to hold him back from his ultimate goal, which is going home to keep his promise to CAROL!

anyways, let's get to the season 1 finale:

the super!walkers fighting scene in the arena is pretty epic: from Daryl's super cool kill with the French flag to that Daryl/Quinn team up! the cherry on top being Daryl throwing that walker head at Genet. Loved IT!

Quinn eventually does help Daryl escape, and later, unfortunately, almost kills Isa, who is once again totally helpless against any kind of threat (killer nun, my ass!). in a scene eerie similar to the one in Daryl's underwater premonition a couple of eps ago, Daryl prompts Laurent to kill walker!Quinn with a "God will forgive you."

Laurent says something that sounds like it will be the whole point of Caryl's French adventure. "Sometimes you have to do horrible things, and no matter how bad you feel, if there is no other choice, God will forgive you." this feels like the key to breaking out of the cycle Carol has been stuck to since she was banished by Rick. (i'll probably post my s2 spec and theories next week!)

next, we see Daryl watching lovebirds Sylvie and Emile saying goodbye, they have to separate (i see what you did there, Z!), and reassures Sylvie that Emile will be alright before she asks him if he's ever been in love. BOY, has he ever!! Daryl's non response is quite telling. he knows what it feels like to say goodbye to the one you love without knowing if you'll ever see them again. and he's not alright, he's all the way in a whole different continent, separated by the Atlantic ffs.

we get some new insight into Daryl's origins when he and Isa share stories about their fathers. Daryl believes that his grandpa never returning home from war ruined their family for future generations and worries the cycle might repeat itself. has Daryl been reading about generational trauma? sharing this with her will bite him in the ass, later!

Isa's confession of her lie about the drawing gets absolutely no reaction from Daryl because it had zero influence on what happened next. Daryl didn't stay cause he believed in a new Messiah, he stayed because the kid was about to get in trouble, when Codron attacked his home; he stayed because it was a way of finding help getting him closer to a radio or boat to actually get him home; he stayed so he could take the kid to a place where he would be safe, and Daryl could finally leave without feeling guilty.

the great Daryl and Isa exchange looks compilation is trying too hard to show us, yes, Daryl has made a connection to these people, and is fairly content at the Nest with Laurent and the most mundane activities like peeling potatoes. they are showing us Daryl could stay here, make this his new home. why not? HE MADE A PROMISE! no matter what he could never be happy here, this is not his HOME.

Losang gives him a way out, but also tries to convince him to stay. "Sometimes, when a person leaves home, he comes to find he belongs someplace else." and it's true, if Daryl didn't know where, with whom he belonged. and it's not with Laurent and Isa.

it's really embarrassing how Isa tries to manipulate and guilt trip Daryl into staying with them using Laurent and Daryl's history. it has been like 2 months tops, and they acting like Daryl himself gave birth to Laurent, and wants to abandon his kid. bitch please, he has kids he actually raised and a wife back home!!

Daryl resents his grandpa for abandoning the family to fight in someone else’s war, and that's exactly what he would be doing if he chose to stay in France. that's what Isa will never understand - he had a whole full life with people who looked up to him, relied on him, loved him, before he even met her and Laurent. he wasn't lost. the connection he found with the people there isn't new to him, he has Judith and RJ, he has Connie and Zeke. but most importantly, he has a HOME (Carol!!!).

there's this beautiful emotional moment of Daryl quietly saying goodbye to a sleeping Laurent, and it's clear this kid means a lot to him. however, not nearly enough to make him stay. he still chooses to LEAVE. so many people trying to convince him he belongs with them, and he is still 10000000% sure he has to go back. there truly is ZERO hesitation.

i lost count how many times Daryl actually tried to leave, but it was always the kid's safety that kept him around again and again. he is so close to getting on that boat, literally fiercely fighting walkers to get to the beach, to get closer to HOME, and the same happens AGAIN. biggest FML moment for Daryl. Laurent, who is surrounded by walkers, is calling his name! FUCK ME!

and finally, we get to the highlight of this finale, Carol's badass entry. the way she's so absolutely calm with a big dude pointing a gun at her, PLEASE. she knows he's fucked around and is about to find out. no one takes Daryl's belongings and gets away with it.

"if you're lying, i won't be back." and she rides off on Daryl's bike. ICONIC. LEGENDARY. EPIC.

21 days left until the premiere of THE BOOK OF CAROL!!!!!

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When Aegon spotted his sister going to the poolhouse after the gala, he quickly followed her. He shut the door behind him, and she was sitting on the couch inside, kicking her heels off. "You're still up," She commented. "So are you." Aegon replied, sitting next to her. "You hear Rhaenyra's pregnant?" She told him. He nodded. "Yup- with Uncle Daemon's kid, no less." He said. "You think people think we're weird" She asked. "What?" "You know, because our family....likes to keep it in the family." He shrugged. "I mean maybe they think it's weird, but...I don't. Maybe it's because we're used to it." "Yea.I mean, Grandpa Baelon and Grandmother Alyssa were brother and sister, y'know." She told him. "And Great Grandfather Jaehaerys, and Great Grandmother Alysanne." His eyes were on hers, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and murmured, "Sounds to me like it's a family tradition, huh?" "I don't mind that one," She replied, as she leaned in closer, and he kissed her. And by the Seven Heavens, no kiss had ever felt as good as this. He cupped the back of her head, and his tongue prodded her mouth further, more hungrily, lying her back on the couch, as they kisses until they were forced to take a breath, and dove back in again. "Aeg," She panted. "Seven Hells, Nora," He groaned, the sensation of her body pressing against his was intoxicating yet the clothes between them were driving him crazy. She'd kissed boys, made out with them out of curiosity, for fun, and felt that tingle of excitement, but this- this wasn't a tingle, it was a flame, and she wanted more. She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning as he rutted against her, the friction making her head spin. "Aeg please," She said breathlessly. "I- fuck me." His eyes widened. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I- I know what I want," She whispered. "I've never-" "Me either," She told him. "But I want it to be you," She let their foreheads touch. "To be one of us, not an outsider."

It was somewhat clumsy and rife with inexperience, it didn't last long, she was so wet, and warm, and once he made sure she wasn't in pain, he rutted into her like an eager puppy, as she rubbed her clit. He came inside her without thought or protection, and niether of them cared.

Oh he is just a puppy bless him!!!!!

Poor Nora having to put up with his eagerness

[avatarrecom]

Sleeping positions

Pairing: Poly!recoms x reader

Word count: 1267

My headcanons of how the recoms hold you when you're asleep.

🌍 Recom Miles Quaritch Old grandpa vibes. Not often in the mood for cuddling, but you always wake up with his arm slung over your waist. If you’re awake before him and you try to get up, his grip on your waist will tighten and he refuses to let you go. Also, his tail will curl protectively around your leg. The first time his tail curled around your leg, you didn’t notice and got up after which you face planted. Your nose started bleeding. (you have threatened him that if he ever tells one of your other partners, you will skin him alive).

😈 Recom Lyle Wainfleet You’re the little spoon, he’s the big spoon. Cannot sleep without a hand on your titty. Also always presses his cock against your ass when he’s half awake, his tail is usually resting on your groin(he’s a horny little gremlin). He also moves a lot in his sleep, half of the time he kicks you awake or you end up on the floor. The other half you wake up on the edge of the bed with him sprawled out like a starfish. 

🍬 Recom Z-dog (Extremely cuddly) She never, and I mean NEVER sleeps without Walker. When you’re the one who joins them that night, they both spoon you. Z-dog spoons you with her front to yours. One of her arms is awkwardly wrapped under your body, with her fingers hooked in the waistband of Walker's shorts. The other hand rests on your thigh. Legs are a mess, sometimes one of Z-dogs leg ends up across yours and Walker's bodies, the heel of her foot pressed against Walker’s ass. Your tails are also always tangled together, usually with the three fluffy ends caressing one another.

🥽 Recom Walker She never sleeps without at least Z-dog. When you’re the one who joins them that night, they both spoon you. Walker spoons you with her front to your back, nose nuzzled in the nape of your neck. Both you and Z-dog use one of her arms as a pillow. Her other arm is slung over your waists, hand resting on Z-dogs lower back. Legs are a mess, it takes a while to untangle them in the morning. Your tails are also always tangled together, usually with the three fluffy ends caressing one another.

😎 Recom Mansk Classic spooning. Unlike Lyle, he’s more respectful and mostly manages to keep his hands to himself. He’s curled up around your back, one leg trapping your lower body. Both arms are wrapped around your waist, his arms are bent at the elbows, so his hands are closer to your face (he likes to caress your face when he can’t sleep). Loves it when you wrap your own hands around his and nuzzle them to your face or lay your cheek on them. Tail is always gently wrapped over your waist. You have to force him to take off his sunglasses because they poke in your neck. (Sometimes forgets to take them off and wakes up with imprints on his face)

🧯 Recom Prager I once read a Pransk (Prager x Mansk) story where Prager was an insomniac and he could only sleep with tsaheylu, where he became sleepy because of his partner's sleepiness. This man literally cannot sleep without tsaheylu. He sleeps on his back, with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. Your queues are connected and resting on his stomach with his hand protectively covering the connected braids. This man's tail cannot stay still, even in his sleep. So he usually keeps it away from you, so he doesn’t accidentally wake you.

⚕️ Recom Ja Calmest sleeper out of all of them, but sleeps in the weirdest positions (also can fall asleep everywhere and he's proud of it (kinda like Michael Sheen episode 3, season 1, timestamp 11:00 of Staged iykyk)). Usually the last to go to bed. When you’re already in bed, it doesn’t matter what position you’re in, he flips you on your back and flops down to lay on top of you. So you’re laying on your back, with him crushing your body. His arms are either tucked under you, or laying at your sides. His legs are lying between yours, his tail wrapped around your thigh and his head is pillowed on your boobs. And god help you when you don’t wrap your arms around him. He’ll stare straight into your soul, so intense that you wake up from it. Then he’ll pout until you wrap your arms around him. Loves it when you thread your fingers through his hair until he falls asleep (I refuse to accept that he’s bald and I’ll continue to refuse to accept it, until James Cameron personally tells me otherwise)

⛓️ Recom Fike To me, Fike looks like an anxious boy. He overthinks way too much. Cuddling keeps him from overthinking, therefore he never sleeps alone. Usually sleeps with Brown (they’re really close and always getting into trouble together), sometimes with Quaritch if he’s extremely anxious. When you join the two of them, Fike cuddles at your back. One arm is wrapped around his own waist. The other is wrapped around you, his hand is bunched in either your or in Brown’s shirt. His legs are tightly wrapped around yours/Brown’s, holding you against him. His head is pressed tightly against the back of your neck. In an effort to comfort himself, his tail is always wrapped around one of his own body parts. Sometimes sneezes (and wakes the both of you up) because your hair tickles his nose.

🧢 Recom Brown Fike and Brown almost always sleep together, because of Fike’s anxiety. When you join the two of them, he’s lying flat on his back, one arm outstretched for you and Fike to use as a pillow (always complains about his arm tingling in the morning, secretly loves it). Your head is more on his shoulder, your nose in his neck, than on his arm. When possible, he wraps his lower arm around Fike’s shoulder. Most of the time he looks like a starfish. You always rest your hand on his chest, so he folds his hand over yours. Kinda has a tail with its own mind. You’ve woken up a lot with the fluffy end of his tail tickling your face.

📿 Recom Lopez I headcanon that he grew up with a lot of siblings and very little money. So growing up he had to share a bed with his younger brother. His brother trashed a lot in his sleep and he ended up slamming his head against Lopez’s face (and breaking his nose/knocking out his teeth) more often than not. He subconsciously started resting his fist on the pillow in front of his face with his thumb pressed to his forehead to protect his face from more harm. You two usually spoon with your fronts to each other. Even tho he doesn’t have to share his bed with his brother anymore, he never stopped resting his fist in front of his face (everyone thinks it’s extremely cute, he pouts when they tease him about it). You usually rest your head on his arm to still be close to him. His other arm is slung over your waist and even when he’s asleep, he’s still strong and holds you tightly against him, leaving you with very little wiggle room. His hand is resting on your ass under your shorts while his tail sneaks up under the pipe of your shorts (also a horny little gremlin).

[askfuzzycallie]

Welcome to askfuzzycallie!

This is a splatoon au ask blog! I'm your humble host, @possiblycringe! I hope you enjoy my silly little au :D This blog will have a overarching story told over time. Most asks will not progress the plot, but Callies behavior and the status quo will change, usually during the course of longer answers or non ask comics. If you are just arriving, I recommend reading through the asks in chronological order. <- Chrono Tag Also, this is a horror au, or at least an au that contains horror in it. There is going to be psychological horror, body horror, and other unpleasant stuff. These aspects will become more apparent later on in the story, though. Just be aware of that! ______________________________________________________________ Our cast! Captain 3 (Carp)

-The quiet captain of the NSS. She can face down a horde of enemy octarians but when faced with a slightly uncomfortable conversation she will bolt. -Carp is also partially Octarian -(SPOILERS) Carp has been on the sidelines this whole time, but with Callie feral will she step into action? She seems uncomfortable to even talk about it... -(SPOILERS) After everything, Carp was able to step in and save Callie, but in the process killed her mentor and the squid sisters grandpa, Craig Cuttlefish. Agent 3 (Peashooter) and Lil Buddy (Pod)

-The short-tempered, half-fuzzified kid who, for some reason, was recruited by Craig. He seems to not trust easily, but those who gain his trust, such as Craig and Pod, are people he will die for without question. Despite Pod eating the fuzzy ooze just before it transformed him, he doesn't remember anything about his old life, and wants to keep it that way. -(SPOILERS) It seems that Pea has reason not to want to remember his former life, as he had a past similar to the squid sisters...except he was forced into fame at a much younger age, leading to neglect and a belief that genuine joy is simply a facade that he is above -(SPOILERS) In the past, Pea, or as his name used to be, Crumb, had a collaboration with the squid sisters, where Callie comforted him after he tried to run away from set. This memory has inspired a new courage in Pea, who seems to have changed his view on the world just a little

-(SPOILERS) Pea successfully defeated Mr. Grizz, but now that Callie is in camp, he wants to avoid her like the plague. Agent 1 (Callie Cuttlefish)

-The cheery premier agent of the NSS and the former pop star, Callie has been enjoying life after her incident with the hypnoshades. Unfortunately, the fuzzy ooze might disrupt that...but she doesn’t seemed very bothered by the changes! -(SPOILERS) The symptoms have progressed. Callie is now hunting birds without Marie's knowledge -(SPOILERS) Callie has been convinced by Mr. Grizz to hide her worsening symptoms from Marie. This could be a bad sign -(SPOILERS) Callie has become aggressive towards Deep Cut, now attacking them without hesitation. Memories have also begun to degrade -(SPOILERS) Callie has attempted to kill and eat Big Man, and this whole time has been eating salmonoids, some of which used to be her friends. Has she fully lost herself? She has separated away from the NSS, permanently for now -(SPOILERS) Callie has been recovered, and the fooze was removed before it permanently corrupted her brain. However, the guilt and sudden shift in her worldview have left her moral compass, as well as her self confidence, broken. She just wants to be left to rot. Agent 2 (Marie Cuttlefish)

-The sassy half of the Squid Sisters and second agent of the NSS, Marie has one of the strongest wills in the Splatoon. She's wary of Callie's new quirks, but is trying not to let them drift apart again. -(SPOILERS) Marie's worst fears have been realized: Callie has been lying to her this entire time. Now she's who-knows-where. She will need to find the inner strength to keep going and rescue her cousin. Again. -(SPOILERS) Marie has successfully retrieved Callie, but at a huge cost. Now that her cousin is seemingly still feral, she isn't sure how to go forward...or is Callie really still feral? I have other agents and feel free to ask about them, but they will likely not make a huge impact on the story! ______________________________________________________________ General rules and guidelines: -No NSFW related asks, please -OOC asks are okay, if you want any clarification on the au! -You can clarify who you are asking or leave it up to me to decide who answers -No ships are planned for this, there are some I am considering but I might not include them as I am not the strongest with romance (Edit: There is one minor romantic subplot planned because I was enabled by a friend. Have fun with that!) -I'm pretty bad with fancy formatting, so I will probably not have that much fancy texts -M!Anons aren't allowed. I'm pretty new with askblogs so I want to wait a bit until I'm more comfortable to let M!Anons happen. EDIT: No M!A will be allowed until the main story is completed

-As established in this ask, the context for asks is that an ancient human AI was found in alterna. You are free to send asks to any character in alterna because of this, but please keep this lore in mind! -No interaction with other roleplay blogs, please. This is a self contained story and because of the reasoning given above, other roleplay blogs sending asks wouldn't make sense. Thank you for understanding! -Non-OOC Asks will generally be answered with 1-5 sketches, might add splashes of color if needed ______________________________________________________________

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The Promise - Chapter Nine

As I walked downstairs, Mom was waiting for me. She was lying on a chaise lounge with a mug of tea in her hands. I knew what was coming - Mom was ready to interrogate me about the four guys who brought me home. It made a blush rise in my cheeks, but I sat across from her. 

Mom pushed a cup of tea and a large blueberry muffin into my periphery. I took a sharp intake of breath, mentally calculating how many calories were in that muffin. It was an instinct to ensure that I didn’t eat anything potentially fattening. Lord knows I needed to lose about another 10 pounds. I calculated about 370 calories. The smell of the pastry was mouth-watering, but I couldn’t bring myself to indulge. 

“Last night?” Mom raised an eyebrow as she sat upright to give me her full attention. The blush on my cheeks was more prominent, and Mom gave me that impish smile. “They seemed to be a lovely bunch of guys.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, breaking off a piece of the muffin. I rolled it between my fingers as I thought about what to say. Mom was open - but I didn’t think admitting that I liked all four of them was something Mom would appreciate. 

“Do you like them, honey?” Mom looked at me, worried for a moment. It took me a moment to realize that Mom had no idea if they were forcing me to keep them company. 

“I think so,” I smiled. It felt for a moment like nothing had ever happened. That we were still in Phoenix, chatting about boys and school before our world went to shit. 

Mom and I used to spend our Saturday mornings going to the mall and chatting about life. We were so close in Phoenix before Dad started having an affair and Justin became abusive. Even while I was inpatient, Mom came every Saturday to talk to me, even if I refused to speak to her. 

“That’s good,” Mom hummed, sipping at her tea. “They seem different, but I like them.”

“They are different,” I grinned, reaching down with my hand while Mom’s attention was captured by something outside. Nanook’s tongue licked the pieces of muffin away. “People seem scared of them, but they’ve been kind and gentle with me.”

“I’ve missed this,” Mom confessed, leaning across the table. She laid one of her petite hands over the top of mine. “I missed your voice. I hope that these guys help you find your voice. Please don’t disappear on me?”

I blinked at the pain Mom was expressing. It encapsulated her voice, her eyes, her face. I felt guilt at how much pain I was causing Mom, the pain I had caused her. I felt the dam holding back the floodgate of secrets weaken. I wanted to tell her about everything Justin had done to me - why I didn’t want to talk anymore. Instead, I pinched off another bite of the muffin, waiting until she stood up to take her mug into the kitchen. 

I fed Nanook about a third of the muffin, breaking and pulling pieces to litter the plate. When Mom returned with a new, steaming cup of tea, her eyebrows knitted together at the mess. I stood up, taking the plate into the kitchen. I dumped the desiccated remains of the muffin into the trash as Mom sighed. 

“Love you,” I whispered into Mom’s ear as I passed, kissing her shorn locks. The worried look disappeared as I said the words I had avoided for too long. I gave Mom a small smile before grabbing my messenger bag. 

As I walked outside, I noticed the faded yellow paint of my bike; it was leaning against the toolshed. I smiled, knowing that they kept their promise. I walked to the paddock, sitting inside the horse enclosure to write. 

I got lost in the world I was creating. Not even the horses coming over to investigate this human intruder made my focus waiver. It wasn’t until Grandpa’s voice carried on the wind that I tore my concentration from my journal. 

“ARIA!” I heard Grandpa call. I snapped out of my reverie, realizing my hand ached from writing for so long. I looked at the sky to gauge the time, only to startle. The sky was darkening, meaning I had sat out here for hours. Grandpa walked over to the paddock. “Do you want to help me feed them?”

I scrambled to my feet, slipping my journal into the waistband of my jeans. I hurried to the stables, not wanting to miss helping Grandpa. He showed me how to mix the feed and how much to give each horse. I enjoyed the work, mixing the feed together. Then Grandpa took two buckets, instructing me to give mine to the chestnut. 

The chestnut was excited, whinnying as he realized I had his food. I opened the stall, only to be headbutted by a large mammal. I laughed, pushing his muzzle away from the bucket. I hung it on the wall, watching for a beat as the chestnut strode over, muscles rippling in the light. He started to eat, enjoying the feed. 

Once we were finished, I left the stables, looking up at the darkening sky. I hurried into the house, rushing up the stairs. I washed my face in the bathroom, debating the need for makeup. I decided against makeup and wedge sandals, instead sliding my feet into my worn boots. 

I did, however, dab a small amount of perfume onto my neck. I loved this perfume because it smelled like cotton candy, vanilla beans, and oranges. Once I was done, I grabbed my messenger bag, trying to stuff Dwayne’s jacket inside. The jacket was too bulky and oversized. After a moment’s hesitation, I slipped the jacket on. 

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The jacket hung off my tiny, emaciated frame, making me appear like a child playing dress up with my father’s punk outfit. I shook my head as I tried to make my fingers appear through the sleeves. I buried my face into the collar again before putting my bag over my shoulder. 

I left the house, getting onto the bicycle Paul, David, Marko, or Dwayne had returned for me. I started pedaling, making my way toward the Boardwalk. The leather jacket was warm, protecting me against the biting wind coming from the ocean. I almost didn’t want to return it, but I knew this was a prized possession of the group. When I arrived at the entrance, I locked the Schwinn into the rack, disappearing inside. 

The sun hadn’t set entirely yet, the rays sinking below the horizon. The sky was a myriad of colors, an artist’s canvas. I looked at their usual place but haven’t seen their motorcycles yet. I decided they would arrive later and wandered around. I was looking at all the niche shops lining the Boardwalk and the games. 

I thought that maybe I could talk one of the guys into winning me a few prizes as I watched the people lining up to play games. I figured that was more of a date activity, and we weren’t dating. I didn’t even know if the guys thought of me in a romantic light; probably not, I mused. I wrapped my arms tighter around my body as I got lost in my self-deprecating thoughts of not being pretty or good enough. 

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t realize that I was walking past a group of drunks. They catcalled and wolf-whistled when I walked past. I tried to ignore them now that I realized the situation. But they continued to heckle me until they noticed what I was wearing. 

“You’re with those freaks? Wearing their jacket, huh?” One of the drunk guys called out. I ignored their comments, continuing to walk on the Boardwalk, but another guy cut me off. He stood in front of me, not allowing me passage. I backed away as they kept coming closer. Finally, my back hit the railing of the Boardwalk. 

Chapter Ten

[jcs-singular-slut-strand]

sleepover weekend from me!!

-> would you rather go to a party with jin guangshan or do coke in a gas station bathroom with wen ruohan/joke (i missed this joke tbh i had to make it)

-> yunmeng jiang sect headcannons! c'mon heap them on me. thoughts on them making, dyeing and exporting silk? i love worldbuilding.

-> choose between chengxuan and chengsu! reasons if you wanna give?

-> tell me three good things that happened to you or around you since the start of may, and also tell me about any random ass thing that irritates so, so much.

-> rec me anything honestly, i'll take it. i know you've got tolkein stuff on your alt, but if have to start lotr/similliarion (did i get that correctly), where do i start?

-> tell me about your first crush (no pressure at all, feel free to skip this)

I would do coke with Wen Rouhan in the bathrooms at Annandale Waters Service Station. They have clean bathrooms and a Burger King, I feel as if Wen Rouhan would enjoy a Whopper

YMJ headcanons

Yunmeng Jiang has the strongest trade relations with Meishan Yu out of the four greatest sects for obvious reasons.

The people of Yunmeng 100% have songs about the amazing Sandu Shengshou, which the Jiang disciples would obviously then sing just to piss Jiang Cheng off (they taught them to Jin Ling when he was merging from babbling toddler to chatty 5 year old).

All new disciples (and the older ones if they're acting in a way Jiang Cheng deems irresponsible and hazardous) are required to sit a Water and Boat Saftey Course. There's a written and a practical at the end, obvs. If you fail well then tough shit, you're resitting the course along with the disciples who have been reckless. This headcanon is inspired by my 90 year old grandpa who has sat the British speeding awareness course 2-3 times

Chengxuan vs Chengsu is actually really hard. However, Chengsu is more realistic I feel, especially during the time skip and after it. I love childhood best friends AU for Chengxuan and also all that Sunshot Campaign Chengxuan and modern AU's. But Chengsu takes the win; a high profile affair, raising a child who isn't yours with someone who isn't your husband, saltiness and self pity over the people you love choosing a Lan over you. Incredible.

On Sunday, my dad felt bad about forcing me to help him put up 2 coat racks, so he bought me jolibee and bubble tea

I went to Jolibee again yesterday

I had pepsi max for breakfast this morning

There are many, many things that truly piss me off but I can't be bothered going into detail right now so to keep things plain and simple, im gonna stick to something that's pissed me off today. Snapchat has this filter where you and a friend put in a photo of yourself and then it uses AI to generate what your child looks like. Me and my best friend, one of my favourite people ever, make ugly children. And I hate that. Why was that little girl so fucking ugly what was the reason snapchat???

I'm not sure what you mean so I'm just gonna link some of my fave fanfiction but also explain how I feel is the best way to get into the Tolkien fandom

Inexplicably around each other by adasinon = I just think this is sweet. Zhancheng nation ig

The Bounty of Our Days by remiges = Yu Ziyuan x Zhao Zhuliu, God I love them. It's like a character study and a backstory, I think it's really nice and fleshes out the characters

Sappy song on the old radio by Morethancupcake = oh my lord. Chengxian, modern au, childhood something. Past wangxian, past jiang cheng x literally anyone that is remotely bad for him. Couples therapy except Jiang Cheng didn't want to be there and they're not a couple anymore/yet, angst, coming back to each other later in life. I've only read this once but it's just that memorable.

Love you to death by KayllanBreak = Jiang Cheng kills Yu Ziyuan but no one can work out why (police inspector song lan). Wei Wuxian and Jiang cheng rocky relationship, Jin Ling idolising Jiang Cheng (naturally), Jiang Yanli lying her ass off for him, Jin Zixuan being his lawyer. Jiang Fengmian bashing 💗💗💗💗. Lan wangji is barely in this but when he is he's an utter arsehole.

Keep making trouble (till you find what you love) by Silveryogus = I FUCKING LOCE THIS FIC!!!! CHENGXUAN!!! Modern AU road trip to Lanling after the Xuanyu cave. Jin Zixuan has a talent for shoplifting (Jiang Cheng sent him to get clothes and he came back with too small trousers, yellow shirts, and sunglasses). Oh yeah and Jin Zixuan gets shot in a corner shop. Fellas is it gay to get into a high speed police chase whilst the guy you're semi unwillingly travelling with leans out the window and tries to shoot out the police's tires? Especially when said guy mentions smoking once and you spend some of the limited money you have on cigarettes??? Apparently I've visited this 70 times

Stray Dogs Parable by natcat5 = Post burning of Lotus Pier, no golden core debacle, jiang cheng recognising that his parents leadership strategies won't work in his situation/are just plain ineffective, proving his worth as a Sect Leader and earning the loyalty of his incredibly small number of disciples (the ones who survived), also Jiang Cheng sucks poison out of someone's ankle

Anyways, if you're getting into the Tolkien fandom I would recommend watching the hobbit films first, even though they're not entirely book accurate it's still a good way to get a feel of the story and work out if it's something you'd like. Then I would read the book. Same process for Lord of the rings. The silmarillion... God i actually can't say anything, you've just gotta re read the first 3-4 chapters a couple of times and then you should be fine...

My first crush is a dickhead who has progressively gotten worse and worse looking as time has gone on. I genuinely have no idea what I ever saw in him except for the fact that he laughed at my jokes and used to give me the answers in class. It was very embarrassing for all parties involved, I feel 😭

[meraki-yao]

Happy Friday!

a ficlet friday prompt for ya

A truth so loud you can't ignore (My Youth - Troy Sivan) for firstprince plz 💚

Once again made it longer than what a ficlet should be but have some movie Henry in communication lockdown!

Bea’s curled up on his bed with him, a tub of ice cream in her hands, a box of jaffa cakes in his. David snuggles in between him. It’s been 24 hours since his emails with Alex were leaked to the world, since the world learned his deepest secret before he was ready to come out, since all mediums of communication were confiscated. Philip, who was originally on an engagement with Martha in Scotland, is rushing back, and from the message sent by him and delivered by Shaan, he is absolutely livid. Grandpa hasn’t given any orders or messages other than the communication lockdown. And Mum was still in Botswana, detached as ever. She might not even know what has happened. Henry wishes Alex was here. Henry wishes Dad was here. But right now, it’s just his dog offering kissing and his little sister holding him, trying to cover his much larger frame, to shield him from the chaos and pain. “Can I ask you something about this situation?” Bea asks quietly, fingers running through his tangled locks, combing them out. “Yeah.” “Do you want to tell the truth?” Henry freezes, his hands on his sister’s waist tightening. “What?” “My guess on what Grandpa might do is well… deny the whole thing. Say they were fabricated or something, to either mess with the US election or us. If it comes to that, what would you want to say?” For all the time since he was outed, his treacherous mind has been worrying about what would happen: Alex’s Mum losing the election, the whole world knowing their deepest truths and secrets, him and Alex being forced apart. He never really stopped to think about what he wants to do now. He considers it. Really considers it. If you asked him in the summer, he would probably take up Grandpa’s offer to deny everything, treat them as a scheme by a malevolent third party. It would save the traditional royal image that Grandpa worked so hard- that he worked so hard to maintain, and it would save President Claremont’s election. It seems like it’d be the obvious choice for the bigger picture. Plus, back then, Henry didn’t think Alex loved him. But now? He thinks back to the fateful night where the love of his life marched into his house, drenched from the storm. The unrelenting determination in his eyes, the shake in his voice as his gives Henry an ultimatum. And how in the face of that ultimatum, Henry couldn’t let him go. How he took him to the V&A, his sanctuary, and let his heart truly examine this relationship without any burdens of titles. How Alex held him in his arms, his big hands on his waist, the warmth seeping through the fabric of his hoodie, and how Henry felt warm, not like a rampant blaze, but instead the comforting heat of hearth. How in that moment, Henry knew, with absolute clarity that this was his truth: so bright you can’t keep out, so loud you can’t ignore.   Alex Claremont-Diaz is the love of his life. And there’s no hiding this. There’s no denying, there’s no lying, not in the face in of something beating so loud in his heart. “I’m not going to deny anything.” “I love him, he loves him. That’s that.”

By the way, I love this song, and highly recommend the "kissgun/ throw a kiss fire a gun" remix, it's so good

Thank you so much for the prompt!

[eyes-inthe-dark]

Hi Hello I actually make things sometimes

I don't know if anyone who follows me is interested in this stuff bc I very rarely post things from my own life, but I decided to be a little more active on here besides reblogging funny shit regarding my current hyperfixation.

So, here is the (incomplete) crafting diary of a neurodivergent trans person surviving christmas with the family and the dark and dreadful times (winter) in general by making shit! with my hands!

First: fiber stuff

I picked up tablet weaving over the last few months of 2023 and made my first pair of somewhat mistake-free shoelaces over the holidays! Only got the pattern completely right on the second try with the red but both laces now get to add a fun little detail to my shoes.

Next I tried a more complicated pattern and experimented a lot, hence the irregular pattern and troubleshooting at the start of the band. I'm now repurposing it as a camera strap and I learned a lot from it tho.

My current setup is basic cardboard tablets (I had to make extra ones so I had enough for the last band with 30 cards), tying the warp to something sturdy like a bookshelf, and sitting down with a backstrap belt on the other side of the room. I used thin wool yarn for this, which stuck to itself quite a lot, but not too much to be unmanagable, and I really like how the finished product feels.

If anyone's interested, I could make a longer post on how I made the shoelaces, I think it's a very beginner friendly project.

I managed to get my hands on a drop spindle and gave that a try, but I ran out of wool after making a very small amount of very chunky yarn and am currently working out where to best get sth local. It was fun tho!

I also finally finished the knitted scarf that has been in my wip pile for... approximately three years? I started it when I was still in school, feels like an eternity ago. It's just a simple (although very long) red wool scarf, but it keeps me nice and warm in this cold, harsh- *checks weather* ...5°C and neverending rain.

Next up: woodworking!

Noodled around with my grandpa's old dremel that we still had lying around, which resulted in this truly terrifying weapon:

Behold! I named it Toothling. It's great for poking friends and family when they least expect it.

This was more of a test run to see if it all still works and to try out doing small scale work with wood, now I gotta think of something fun to make. (I say, as if I didn't already have 50 different ideas)

Before that fuckery, I made this magnetic dice box/rolling tray for my lovely partner's birthday.

Though I don't feel like I can take credit for working the CNC magic on this, I did all the hands-on work with the sanding, assembling the magnets, shellac coating, and whatnot. I'm pretty sure wood is some sort of fruit tree, since it smells strongly of what I suspect might be plum or cherry.

Last but sure as fuck not least: embroidery

This I actually get professional instruction for at uni. I've kinda lost patience for it atm, but mostly because I cannot resist making unnecessarily complicated pieces with tiny little stitches and then am forced to finish it because I do actually kinda need to pass this class. My lecturer keeps telling me not to go so detailed, yet I have proven resistant to her good advice. But, I figured if I have to make two full pieces of embroidery to be graded on and put hours of work into, I might as well choose designs that I can turn into patches for my jacket:

Catha and Ruidus! I love me some big moon little moon imagery. The prompt was to incorporate most of the techniques/stitches we've learned so far. Added the little gold chain stitch around ruidus for the arcane latticework. It came out a little wonky shape wise, but I love it nonetheless.

And my most recent wip, a stained glass window design with the Ninth House skull and Gideon's sword behind it, to feed my current Locked Tomb obsession.

And that's it!

[echrai]

My grandmother went to be with all of her loved ones who had walked before her on the morning of May 7th, and I can only imagine that she greeted them with as much rejoicing there as she ever did here.

Unlike my grandfather, my relationship with my grandmother is the furthest thing in the world from complicated. It was always easy. It was comfortable. It was home. She was baking bread and cookies homemade fudge and cross stitch and crochet and french fries at the Burger King at Andrews Air Force base. For the majority of my life my grandfather was an incidental accessory to the brightness that was my grandmother, and it broke my heart when that light dimmed at all eleven years ago when Sharon died.

I really think that it shattered both of our hearts in similar ways. We could barely look at each other for years without crying. Each of us a memory of what was lost and how alone we felt in holding it. She lost a daughter. I lost a mother. But we had each other in the middle of it all. An anchor to the grief we couldn’t articulate.

My grandmother was stacks and stacks of books and old movies and the air and space museum and the library of Congress. Music. Humming along with the radio. She was Christmas morning presents in a pink chair covered in an afghan. She is a bookmark in every book. She was orange juice in an old Tupperware cup. Raspberry tea with too much honey. A chocolate pudding snuck before bed. The soft humming click of a sewing machine. Click of her low heels and swish of her pocketbook on a Sunday morning. Hiss of hairspray. Turning pages of the hymnal to make sure I was keeping up with the verses.

Piano, and choir, and handbells. Sunday school. Church dinners. Oxen Hill farm. Making lunch for Grandpa before he went to work and greeting him with a snack when he got home. She is me standing on a chair in the kitchen to help knead bread. She is magnets on the never used front door. She’s a stuffed otter, and a seal, and a Garfield pillow. She is every new family child’s star baby blanket. She is my baby blanket. She is my Puck, when a tiny one year old wouldn’t put down a stuffed cat. She is the scolding I got after cutting the eyebrows off a mink teddy bear hiding under the coffee table.

She is hummingbirds. She is a stained glass Angel on the tv stand. Grapes from the backyard. Bubbles and playing in the bathtub water. Mickey Mouse computer games.

She was souvenirs from every trip. She was handing me a new book to take home every time I visited. She was always asking if I had met anyone that made me happy, and she was delighted when my answer was finally yes. She took a sum total of 24 hours to find her way to a God that loves my wife as much as I do. And who would never hesitate to be in my corner.

She was an only child from rural Indiana who joined the navy to have a future that looked different than her parents. She raised three children in Maryland, South Carolina, Florida, and California while my grandfather was deployed. After her children were grown she became a research librarian, never stopped learning new things, and was sharp as a fucking tack.

She was easy with praise and with joy and support and also firm in what she thought was right and wrong. She was the gentler, softer half of their marriage but she was also someone you never wanted to cross. They were equals in every way and loved each other fully. She followed where Troy led, and often waited until he came back to lead her where she intended them both to end up.

She was my eternal constant, the reason for my name. The first person to hold me when I was born. She took me to the nursery, carried me herself while my father stayed with my mother. My entire life she was a steady presence that I counted on to be there. Always safe. The last piece of home. I knew she would be gone one day but I would be lying if I said I was ready. I’ve always known that losing her would be the next axis shift in my world and it is.

Fair winds and following seas Meme. I love you.

[the-firebird69]

Civil Legends are born in this movie father and mother know that my wife and I are now seeing it and she says incredible I can't believe it he's telling me and I can't figure it out so I sat and waited because he's never lying to me not about this stuff LOL and not about our love in any way but here it is I saw who it was and of course my husband has the wrong guy but it makes sense and legends becomes massive and much bigger than people think this is the beginning of a revolution and a rebellion is this movie right here and vital goddess wife have gone through hell and are in it and they can attest that we are in trouble but my husband is in real trouble and the empire plans on bringing him to court and sooner than people think and we have to use Force and mac and Ben are liars and they're destroying them that's the rebels but they don't have much of a choice and they're going to do what they can this movie is going to be extremely famous with us forever and it is part of the spaghetti western series the father and mother from South America and Italy and Europe and everybody seen it Russia US America and where everybody too and really South America is pulling a lot of weight here and this is an incredible movie it is because grandpa is left alone with him and gets information. A new hope he gets tossed into the reactor core by Vader and people think that he is Stan and others and who that character is is very important is trying to secretly take over the empire and he tries to incinerate the evidence and that's who he is and it said that he knew in a lot of people figured it out but this whole thing started because people had he and his sister do something and it ruined both of them and they're mad at these people

We can tell and it was horrific it kept waking my husband up in the morning and having him fight against them he says what do you want me to do raise my army and kick their ass for you and take over they said no but do your job I said so that's what I'm going to do I don't work for empire it says not if you're telling me who you are and they started yelling at each other and mac daddy would not shut up until you keep doing this s*** telling me I'm wrong it's like you're with them they keep putting him through hell and she says you're the one doing it from that argument we found out they both were and she says I'm actually a rebel and said you actually are but you don't really know it and he might have been kicked out and he can't figure it out please trying to get rid of people who are infirm because they won't let him out of it so that's your quandary and I've known it the whole time I don't feel like talking about it but you guys do which is suicide and they quieted down. This is a classic movie forever and ever

Zues then me I said most of it Hera

Here we are and yeah this movie is intense it's A fistful of Dollars. They're playing a few more dollars afterwards and people are going by and saying things through intercoms and they can't believe what they're seeing yeah they get it

Bitol and Goddess wife

There's a huge number of people who see it it is a few movies that show it and it's incredible

Thor Freya

Olympus

[bakedspoonie]

Praying this hurricane doesn’t hit us cause if it does I have to evacuate to my grandmas and my entire extended family hates us now. They’ve been getting worse and worse since trump and its escalated a lot the past few months. I feel so isolated and sad, they are so mean they’ve always been kinda mean but now it’s including aggression not just words.

I haven’t seen my brother or nephew in almost a year (since my partner came out) and it sucks cause I really love my nephew he’s so funny and awesome. I’m missing watching him grow up cause my brother spent too much time with our grandpa growing up and actually listened to the jackass instead of saying “you’re being weird I’m gonna leave you be for a while” like I did.

He also is getting so cruel towards our mum he won’t speak to her or visit when she’s in hospital and dying. I live with her so I get to see how much his refusal to speak to her hurts her. And I don’t understand why he doesn’t talk to her anymore, she’s always been a great fucking mum but he’s never thought so. She was very honest with us growing up which I appreciated but I don’t think he did, she never hid reality from us while always keeping us safe from it. She didn’t believe in lying to your kids and taught us how people actually work and think (yay psych nurse). She told us to be kind to everyone and the importance of every person not for their out put or labour but because they were a living being and that alone makes them important and worthy of a safe and healthy life. She never lied about her childhood which was filled with some of the worse abuse imaginable, she taught us how to protect ourselves from that same abuse. She told us warning signs and how to get out of dangerous situations. And that advice has honesty has saved me from many dangerous situations. i just don’t understand how we could be so different with the same parents, mum said my disability forces me to develop more empathy and made me appreciate her lessons in how to read and manipulate people into helping you. Doctors won’t help unless you push the right buttons so that’s a skill I had to learn to utilise young but my brother says it’s he worst thing she taught us. The thing is manipulation can be neutral or even good it’s a matter of how you use it. Like the time my mum manipulated a doctor into giving me an mri and it turned out I had a mass in my brain. Or when I manipulated a camp counsellor into allowing the autistic kid in our group to sit with his older brother during his groups swim period. The kid hated the water and his brothers group did crafts during that block, we could stop the meltdowns and stress by simply letting him colour with his brother. Took three days of careful reading and manipulation of adults (I was a teen) to get them to understand the kid wasn’t just “throwing a fit to get his way” he was in actual distress and it was such an easy fix. The adults took credit of course.

[paintdlady]

HOTD SEASON 2 SPOILERS

On one hand, I’m glad Blood & Cheese didn’t focus on showing us the violence. But on the otherhand, I think Helaena should’ve had a bigger reaction than grabbing her other baby and dashing after she just sacrificed the other without hesitation.

Like I’m trying to hold space for the idea that Helaena didn’t kick and scream because she already saw this in her dragon dreams, and like Rhaenyra, Helaena was already grieving her son's death because she's been having her dreams about it for a while now, and she was just raised to be quiet and keep her head down.

But I think we should’ve seen her acting more nervous in her first scene, like repeating about the rats and being quietly frustrated no one is taking her seriously or understanding her. I would've liked to see her being a little cagey and perhaps over-protective of Jaehaerys, fretting a little more over him and insisting to the guards and Criston that they aren't to leave him alone, please don't leave him alone.

Because it did take me out of the moment to see there was absolutely no guards in between the children's room and Alicent's room. Not even one just patrolling the hall?

And in the scene itself, I feel like more pressure should’ve been put on her. It doesn’t even have to be physical or sexually violent threats (like in the book?), but it could’ve been Blood insisting she was lying because she did give her son up too easily. And then just as he begins to lunge for the other kid, she insists. She doesn’t even have to scream and shout, she could just blurt it out more forcefully and looking so pleadingly to Cheese that he knows she isn’t lying. Because even if she was already mourning her son, it's hard to see her not have more moments/details that set up how much she dreaded this moment.

I think what was missing was this feeling of inner conflict, because I think it could've even been interesting if she reacted in the opposite direction and we were shown that Helaena was actively detaching herself to Jaehaerys beforehand - that she refused to have anything to do with him, thus forcing the maids to tend to him alone and/or making Aegon step up in terms of caring for the boy since Helaena could barely even look at Jaehaerys since she started having her dragon dreams about Blood & Cheese. And then that way, it would've flowed better to then see her try once to buy them off and then feel so defeated that she points to the boy and flees with her other child, internalizing the fact that her dragon dream had come true just like she feared.

This is, of course, just me spit-balling my initial thoughts and trying to figure out why the scene didn't land as hard for me as I had been hoping it would - as someone who doesn't really care for gratuitous violence.

I also just think we got too much of Blood & Cheese themselves, they never should've had as much screen time as they did and instead should've been in the background just like the rest of the B&C foreshadowing. We should've seen their faces maybe once before while Daemon hired them and then we should've focused back on Helaena or any of the other Team Green members.

I think it would've been so eerie to see them floating in the background, walking through the throne room as Aegon drunkenly rants about his grandpa and mother, and then brushing past Criston Cole as he went to Alicent's room after just leaving Aemond's. Our main characters think nothing about these supposed rat catchers, they're so busy watching the sky for vengeful dragons that it's easy for Blood & Cheese to slip right under their noses without a trace.

Instead, I feel like a lot of the suspense was lost in following them and getting an explanation of how they broke in, and a feel for who they are as characters. Did we really need to know them? Did we really need to see how they bumbled around while talking crudely, kicking poor dogs, and making quips about cocks?

Less is sometimes more, and I think even letting them remain faceless could've been so interesting.

[knight-dwx-09]

RWBY : Island

(An= it have some slight of spoiler of the trailer of volume 9)

The sound of wind and sea fills Jaune's ears, slowly waking him up.

"Ahh..." He groaned as he tries to stand up but failed.

So he just push himself into a sitting position and open his eyes but the light blinding him. Slowly his eyes adjusted to see he was at a beach, but it's not a normal beach. The sky and water were yellow and the sun was white, while there were a big seashell and starfish in the sand. He turn around to see a giant tree in distance.

"Where am I?" He asked himself. "How do I get here?"

He sit there for a second to remember how he get there. He suddenly felt a headache as his memories rushing back to his mind.

He crying and holding a sword covered with blood as Penny's dead body lying in front of him.

His sword get broken in two by Cinder.

Winter fight Cinder

Weiss fall down to the abyss.

He jump to the portal but failed as he fall down to the abyss too.

"Penny, Weiss!" He stand up but immediately fall to his knee.

A cocktail of negative emotions seemed to rush through him in an instant as his body become cold in sudden realization. He had taken someone life, and it is not just enemies life or someone life, but his friend life.

"Oh Oum, I killed Penny." The thought itself make him to want vomit. He see the Croceo Mors on his waist. On instinct he grab it and throw it away like it's just burn him. The sword landed quietly on the sand near the water but not close enough for the sea swept it away. He just look the sword in front of him silently with sorrowful expression, the sword use by his ancestors to protect the innocent and give hope in them, now it's just a broken sword that use to kill his friend.

He gripped his hand until it was white. Even though Penny asked him to do it, he still was the one who took her life. Running his sword through her and end her. The Image of small girl with silver eyes flashed in his mind.

How should he tell Ruby the news. She already lost Pyrrha and Penny before, and she was so happy she found out that Penny is still alive, but now she lost her again, she will be crushed forever.

He can see Ruby crying and hurt expression in his mind. The image alone make his stomach twist.

He gritted his teeth as he raised his right fist, it shine with white aura, and slam it down to the ground, sand erupt from the sheer force alone.

"Dammit!" He shouted out as he keep slamming the ground with his hands, every hit filled with aura and anger, anger to himself. He stopped and breath heavily, sand slowly fall down as a tear suddenly land at his trembling hand.

"Dammit... it's like the fall of Beacon all over again..." He whisper to himself as more and more tears fall to the sand.

"I'm still just a weak and useless lovable idiot, stuck in the tree while his friends fight for their lives... I can't do anything beside let the people I care die... I'm a fool and faker that get in Beacon with false transcript..." His eyes began to lose their color as he feel his guilt weigh him down. His mind become hazy from all the self-hatred and grief, shadow mist suddenly appeared around him, tried to covered him.

Why did he keep going. The mist envelop his legs.

Why he keep making mistakes. The mist envelop his arms.

Why he so weak. The mist envelop hid body.

Why he keep losing his friends. The mist creep up to his neck

He isn't a hero. A hero is someone that save people, not kill them. But he kill someone... someone who is innocent and kind... a hero wouldn't kill her... He's just a...

I'm a monster…

Jaune though to himself, the mist now almost covered his whole body except his eyes. But slowly it too get covered by the mist.

Images of His team, team RWBY, friends, family, and grandpa appeared in his mind, each of them give a smiled or small subtle smile at him. And finally dying Penny with a small hopeful smile, her chest already get pierced by his sword as her eyes losing its color.

Promise me...

In spite of the memory of Penny's dying wish still a blur, he know that it was important to him. His hand clenched, making the black mist disappeared completely to the wind as something burn inside his soul.

"Not yet..." He whispered to himself.

He may not be a hero or someone that can protect other people. However, his friends are still alive and he need to be there for them. He will help them until he died where he stand, even if they despise his very being, he won't give up. He promise, and that was an Arc promise and an Arc never goes back their word.

He pushes himself up and clean the sand in his clothes. His dull eyes see Croceo Mors and a sudden image of Penny lifeless body appeared in his mind, he shake his head to keep it out from his head. For now he will bury all of his emotions because they will be a hindrance, he will deal them after the war.

He grabbed Croceo Mors and put back it on his waist and slowly walked to the forest to find Weiss, he didn't fall down a long time ago so maybe she was somewhere near.

He tries to search for his friends, remembering he didn't see the rest of team RWBY when he fight Cinder. So maybe they fall down too, he's of course still afraid to tell everyone especially Ruby about Penny, but they need to know, because they deserve the truth. As he walk through the unknown that it's the forest, he found something that interesting and weird.

Like a giant white fox with 9 tails and have the ability to create fire, a giant plant that has sharp teeth and can move really fast, a giant wolf-scorpion hybrid, a giant snake, and more.

He of course avoid all of them, hiding and sneaking behind the boulders and tree, away from their vision, he doesn't know if they are friendly or not and all of them look strong too. So he doesn't want to risk it if he can't defeat them in case they are not friendly.

Not only the creatures was different from Remmant, the plant and fruit was also different. A fruit that was on fire hanging from a red and orange tree that also on fire, however the fire weirdly didn't spread to other places, a small blue and red small sphere that look like a berry on bush, and other weird shape fruits.

He finally reached to a open area that near a edge of a mountain and what he see surprise him. A biggest tree he had ever see in the middle of the island, mushrooms forest, volcanos, giant crystals, and...

"Is that a candy land?" He asked to himself.

He see a giant candy and cherry on a white cream that look delicious. He had read some story book about candy land when he was a child, at first he tried to search for weeks before his family telling the truth to him, making him depress for another week. But now he see a real candy land in front of his eyes. If this was any other situation, he would be happy because he finally found his old childhood dream and he would called his family that the candy land was real like a child.

However, he can't think like a child with how dangerous and how mysterious this place was. He also noticed the sky wasn't only a yellow, there were a different colors like purple, orange, blue, green, and red. Like a rainbow.

"What is this place?" He murmured.

*GRUMBLE*

His stomach grumbles in hunger. He sighed and start looking for food. He did find some berries and fruit but isn’t sure if it's poisonous or not, and he was alone so if it was poisonous there were no one can save him. Also he didn’t want to get burned by that fire fruit. And even he goes to the candyland, he pretty sure was not healthy just eat sweet for a day. In the end, he tries to find another food.

After searching for sources of food. He found nothing that's look edible or safe, but he did found a small clearing with one tree already cut down. He immediately grab the leaf and some tree branches from the ground to create a campfire that he learned when he was younger. He maybe starving but he can survive a day or two without food. Even  though it will make him tired and lost a lot of energy for the next day.

He sit down against the tree and think a plan for tomorrow. For now this will be his place to rest and train, he need to head back to the beach find a clue or footprint of his friends or anything that can help him to find them faster. He also need to find food resources to eat and see if the berry poisonous or not. So that will be his plan in the next day.

He wonder what his friends doing right now. For Weiss and Blake, they will probably searching for a safe place and food to eat, after that they will search for their friend. For Yang and Ruby, they will probably search for their friend immediately. He hope the two sister focus their self first and then their friends.

Ren, Nora, Oscar, Qrow, and Winter probably worried about all of them. He sighed, hoping they are okay and reach Vacuo without any problem.  

As night take over, the sound of wind rustling and some animals howl can be hear in the distance. The icy night would probably make everyone shiver or hard to get sleep, but he has aura and fire to protect him from cold temperature. His eyes slowly get heavier and feeling more and more tired, closing his eyes as the darkness fill his vision.

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When he open his eyes, he was not at the last place he sleep, he was standing in the darkness. Everywhere he look is just more darkness.

"What is this?" He asked but nobody answered.

"Jaune?" A familiar high pitched female voice called him from behind.

He look behind him to see shocked Ruby Rose. Her eyes are wide open as she covering her mouth with her hands, he can see fear and betrayal in her eyes.

"How could you Jaune?" Her voice wass full of heartbroken sorrow and fear as She step away from him like he was a monster.

He was confused at first, not knowing what's going on, he then feel like he's clutching something in his hand. He look in his hand and his blood froze. Croceo Mors covered with blood in his hand, beside him was Penny's dead body with sword wound on her chest.

His heart drop and coldness run through his whole body. The sound of a metal hitting the ground filled the surrounding as he let go of the sword in fear. His body trembled with fear as he stared wide eyes at his bloody hand.

"Why? Penny is our friend, so why did you kill her?" She asked as tears ran down on her cheeks.

Seeing her crying and heartbroken make his heart ache, it was even worse when he was the one who make her cry.

"Wait Ruby! Let me explain!" He said, hoping she will listen to him.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!" She shouted.

He flinched like she just punched his gut, but he keep moving forward with his hand stretch out to her.

"Please just let me explain." He tries to reach out to her.

But suddenly team (R)WBY and team (J)N(P)R appear out of nowhere and block him. Every one them show different expressions towards him but they have one common emotion in their eyes, absolutely hatred.

"Stay the hell away from my sister you monster!" Yang yelled as her eyes were bloodshot red.

"No... I didn't mean to... just listen to me!" He desperately asked.

"You say you want to be a hero, but you're just a murderer." Weiss said coldly.

"I-i... I really do want to become a hero... like my ancestors." He weakly said to them as He feel his legs become weak.

"You let everyone die so you can survive in the end, You disgust me!" Blake spat in disgust.

"No... I didn't want for them to die for me... I want them to live." He fell to his knees as he could feel the corners of his eyes begin to tears up.

"Why do you always keep taking our friends away from us?!" Nora cried out.

"You aren't my brother, you are just a monster that always take our friend away." Ren look coldly at him.

"Please... I'm sorry... I didn't want to take your friends away..." He begged as tears now running freely and silently down his face.

Then a faceless people appear out of nowhere and surround him.

"You are a murderer."

"Why didn't you save her."

"It's useless."

"You are weak."

"Everyone hate you."

"Monster."

"Die."

"You just a mistake."

"Just give up."

Every words struck to his core, breaking his defenses and hit him in his soul.

His breathing get harder and harsher as his vision get blurry from the tears that forming in his eyes. His head was in pain like it was splitting apart. He feel his body get crushed by something heavy while the faceless people including his friends keep talking about him.

"Please... stop..." He begged but they didn't stop.

He put his hand against his ears, hopping the voice doesn't get in to his ears, but he still hears the voice like it was in his head. He just want the voice to stop.

"Why Jaune?" A familiar girl voice can be heard.

His heart drop as he look up to see his surrounding shifted into the tower of Beacon at night and in front of him was Pyrrha Nikos, whose eyes were almost lifeless that stared into his soul and standing there like a statue.

"Pyrrha?" He said in confusion. She has died before so how is she here.

“Why did you let me die?” She said with lifeless eyes.

"What?" That is the only word that come out of his mouth.

He then see Cinder, smiling behind her as she pulled back her bow back, ready to shoot an arrow at Pyrrha.

"No!!!" He cried out.

He tries to stand up and reach out for her but suddenly a chain come out from the ground and hold him down. He fell down onto his face as he keep watching Cinder continuing pull her bow back.

"No no no! let me go!" He struggled with all of his might, pushing his aura to the limit, but it doesn't do anything, he looked back at them as he watched everything in slow motion.

Cinder release the arrow, flying toward Pyrrha and pierced her chest. And slowly, turning into ash right before his eyes while saying.

“It’s your fault.”

He suddenly lunged forward and breathing heavily, he was back where he just fall asleep. His whole body is shaking and covered with cold sweat, he can hear his heart thumbing in his ears as he notices tears has been streaming down his face. He put his hands against the side of his head.

"It's juts a dream, it's just a dream, it's just a dream." He keep repeating like a mantra.

Slowly his breathing get more stable and his body stop trembling. He had a nightmares the first time when the fall of Beacon happen. At first the nightmares is the same. He stuck there and can't do anything to save Pyrrha, watching her die over, over, over again, with her asking him why he didn't save her. The images haunt him every night, making hard to take a rest. So he use most of his sleep time to train, so he won't experience that nightmare again. However, his nightmares did stop after he had a talk to his team in argus.

But now, the nightmares come back and it's even worse than before. To see everyone despise him to the point they called him a monster even his friends, broke his heart to pieces. What if they doesn't want anything with him or they will kill him where he stands or...

Suddenly, the sound of a bush rustling from behind alerted him. Jaune shot to his feet and turning around, facing the danger with a scowl on his face.

A Rabbit with a horn come out from the bushes and lunged toward him with high speed. Its attack hit his stomach but didn’t penetrate his aura at all, though its speed and size made up for the lack of its power.

He reach out for his sword, a sudden image of penny dead body flash in his head stopping him. So in the end, he use his fist and shield to fight.

He swings his shield toward it, but the bunny just jump to the left, letting the shield strike the ground. It then leap to his side, hitting right at his rib and wincing. It may not causing any physical damage, but the pain was still there.

The rabbit was small and nimble so it’s hard to hit it with his fist or shield. Every time he tries to hit it, the bunny just jumps away or he missed thank to his inexperience fighting a small and fast enemy.

An idea comes to his mind. He stand still and wait for the Bunny to attack him, the bunny charges at him and strikes his right shoulder with its horn, he endured the pain and immediately grabs by its horn to stop it from escaping. He then kills it with his shield with almost no remorse.

He takes deep breaths, calming his nerve and let the adrenaline leave his body. When his mind become back to normal. He realized something that make his heart drop and a pit form in his stomach.

He look back at the dead bunny.

It’s not because he kill something, but the empty feeling he was feeling right now. He doesn’t feel anything after he take someone life even after he calm down. To be fair, it was a animal that he killed, animal that usually made chicken nugget dinosaur that he like to eat. But, he still take a life.

And he doesn’t feel anything, sadness, fear, or guilt. All he was feeling was emptiness. It’s just like there was a void in his heart, eating away his emotions and leaving hollowness in his heart. He was scared by this fact. What if he become used to take someone life and don’t feel anything when he do it. Will he end up become like Cinder, take joy of taking someone life?

Promise me…

He suddenly slap both of his cheeks.

“Not yet…” He need to survive and find his friends. He won’t become the likes of Cinder, he will protect them, even at the cost of his life.

He sit down on the tree and skinned the Bunny fur away With the edge of his shield after he said sorry in his heart in spite of the emptiness in his heart.

He look at the burn out campfire he just created at the night.

He begin to grab a few of the leafs and twigs to relight the campfire again, to cook the bunny. He broke one of the tree branches and skewer the bunny with it. He then placed it near the fire and wait 10 minutes for it to cook.

He grabbed the cooked bunny and look at it. At first, he was hesitates to eat it. What if it’s poisonous to eat and he died because of it. But the hunger overcome him and he put it in his mouth. After a few seconds of chewing, he devoured the meat until it’s gone.

“Hmm… taste like a chicken.” He commented as he lick one of his finger.

He make a note in his mind to search for the bunny if he wants to eat. He look at the yellow sky and the white sun. His mind begin to wander to the nightmare, he can feel his heartbeat rising as his mind created thousands of scenarios of everyone hate him, he was scared of course.

However, he make a promise to himself. To protect his friends no matter what, even his friends hate his being. His eyes become more duller as he pushes his emotions even further back.

He get up and walk back to the beach with one goal in his mind, to find his friends and protect them.