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kerra-and-company · 3 years ago

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Ari + the fall of Pact fleet// Kerra + the beginning of Icebrood?

Have both, as a treat! :D @i-mybrunettelady First things first: Ari. Warnings: mentioned/implied death (offscreen), HoT spoilers, airship crash The cannons won’t fire. The Marshal gave the order, and Ari can see the jungle light up, but no matter what she does, her damn airship refuses to shoot anything. “Sparky!” she snaps. “The fuck is wrong with my ship?” The engineer darts to Ari’s side, fiddling with the controls. Her brow furrows in a way that Ari really doesn’t like. “It’s not me.” “No, it’s whatever slag iron got stuck somewhere it shouldn’t be, but it’s your job to fix it. What’s wrong?!” Sparks whirls around, furious. “It’s not—” She grabs her head, letting out a cry of frustration, before slamming her arms down to her sides. “Listen, furball, I did not screw this up. Something’s wrong with the power source.” Ari growls. “Okay, so, fix it. Now.” “It was fine when we left Camp Resolve,” the engineer said as if Ari hadn’t spoken, her hands balling into fists. “I checked it at least fifteen times! Niko must have done something to it; I told him to leave it alone, but he keeps wanting us to go faster.” Sparks’ feet pad towards the back of the airship in a not-quite run. “If that sylvari broke something, I swear by the Alchemy I’ll—” Ari never finds out exactly what Sparks would have done, because at that exact moment, a vine punches a hole in the deck right at her feet and clear through the ceiling. The airship shudders. “Mordremoth!” Ari yells, throwing herself backwards. She draws her sword, planning to cut the tendril to pieces. “Sparks, if you can get the guns working, do it!” Sparks yells something back from the other side of the debris that Ari can’t hear. The ship groans as more tendrils pierce it (burn me, the soldiers below deck—), and Ari just barely registers the smell of smoke and that something’s on fire— And then they’re falling. Ari’s fur is singed, and she’s breathing hard, and she has no idea if anyone else on board is alive. She briefly considers leaping out the window, but honestly, she’s likely to kill herself that way as surely as she could die on board. So she reaches for her power, and her vision glows blue as her shield forms. Will it be enough? Maybe, maybe not, but it’s something, and she holds tight to it and the shattered deck as the ship drops from the sky to the treetops. Down, down, down, down— Landfall. Darkness. (Kerra's stuff can be found below the cut so this doesn't get too long!)

A shorter blurb for Kerra, to be followed up with some notes, but have the blurb first! Warnings: none except for vague Icebrood spoilers Kerra doesn’t particularly want to attend the All-Legion Rally. She’s happier and more content than she’s ever been. The other Elder Dragons (besides her daughter, of course) still loom on the horizon, but they feel far away. Lion’s Arch is chaotic but organized, dysfunctional yet warm, and her family’s there—well, some of them, but the rest are only a comm away. She wakes up to her partners beside her every morning, and she has two children now, and she’s learning what it feels like to be settled. But the Pact Commander turning down the Blood Imperator’s invitation would be a statement, and not one that she wants to make, even if his word choice has already put her slightly on edge. And Rhi—tiny Rhi, her sweet pea child—wants to come with her, their blue eyes bright with excitement when they asked. It’s an adventure to them. They can be safe and have adventures, right? Kerra believes that. Or she wants to. (She and Nisha and Canach discussed it, at length.) She heads toward the asura gate with Rhi’s hand snug in hers. She silently asks the universe to please let this go smoothly. Unfortunately, as it turns out, the universe has a wicked sense of humor. Additional notes: Kerra doesn't quite trust Bangar even before she meets him, as seen here. She's heard too many people dance just to the left of the truth to take his words at face value. And when she does meet him, he does very little to improve her perception of him and quickly makes it worse. Bangar feels like pride and dishonesty and arrogance to her. I'm writing out the fic where this happens from Rhi's perspective, but Kerra has to stop them from trying to attack Bangar when he calls Aurene "it." (It's both the term and how he says it/how he's talked about Aurene before that that makes them angry. Don't be rude to their sister where they can hear.) Kerra's angry too, but in a less instant-violence way since she's, ya know, more mature/worn down than Rhi. Still, she definitely fully has him on her mental shitlist after that. Kerra likes Efram instantly and spends quite a bit of time helping out the cubs (both at the Flame camp and with Kasmeer). Rhi enjoys that, too, and makes a few friends. She almost runs into Weylon at one point (not that she would know who he was unless he told her), but he does a full about-face and runs in the opposite direction. I have a fic about that, somewhere...maybe I'll reblog it, we'll see. She appreciates that the charr clearly love Metal Legion, but it gives her a headache. Ari and Cio come with Kerra, Rhi, and Dragon's Watch, at Cio's request. They weren't invited, but Kerra asks in advance and manages to get permission for them to come. Kerra takes the diplomatic/undercover option to rescue Gorrik, but she definitely lets her (or rather, Ryland's) teeth show a bit. She is overwhelmingly angry at Bangar (and Ryland, for what he did to Braham) once she puts all the pieces together--unsurprising, of course, but there's an extra layer of "you did this while my CHILD was at your damn political party." And though Rhi doesn't get hurt and is sent home with Cio and Ari while Kerra chases down the charr who'll become Dominion, she also feels guilty that she brought Rhi in the first place--even though she and Nisha and Canach all agreed that it would be all right and they had no way of knowing Bangar's plans beforehand. Blaming herself is something she's quite good at. And we have come to the end of the Kerra notes! Hope you enjoyed!)

#gw2 #i-mybrunettelady #ari stormshield #kerralind #cioffi #rhianyi #nishannai #(well xe's mentioned real quick but still)#my fics #thanks a bunch for the ask! :D

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lovestoofew · 4 years ago

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Hey ya’ll, it’s my birthday but oma wants to gift ya’ll with something. I don’t know if you guys know about some of the sweetest beans in the rpc, but I just wanna tell you about what they mean to me right now. I'm not tagging every blog they have but please go love them. Putting this under a read more cause it’s hella long, sorry.

@breathingliife we’ve been writing off an on for a long time, and that they remembered me when I came back on my multi really made me feel very special and cared about, it’s honestly just the type of person Owly is. She is very supportive and sweet and tries her best to be positive. She writes these deep ad consuming characters that draw you in. I want to say to you very honestly that Owly has been one of the best parts of my year. She is insanely creative and makes the most stunning stuff and just easy to talk to.

@operativae / @lesviolents / @leroiloup JT, I honestly do’t know where to begin. Do you ever just start talking to someone and at first you’re super nervous but then things just click and you’re on the same page and then you find out you live in the same 6 mile radius and you can just talk about everything amazing around you and your writing just like clicks and it all just happens and you feel so at ease and it’s really great and you know that some how something somewhere has blessed you. That’s what happened. I honestly don’t even have words to otherwise describe what our friendship has meant to me and how much she continues to inspire me.

@enduringlystoic / @notafossil Rhi is a kind and wonderful person I would like at times to steal away somewhere warm and comforting. She is so incredibly genuine. She is my best friend's best friend and I appreciate every single aspect of Rhi and out relationship. I appreciate the way she cares for others, the way she loves so deeply. I cannot say enough good things about her honestly. And her writing, my god her writing. It is a level we all aspire to reach.

@seesgood / @jigscw Lia here to save us from ourselves and spread love and positivity. The therapist we didn't know we needed, the best of us, the queen bee who never asked for her crown. The only Caroline and Billy Russo I will ever need. I really don't need to say more because I'm sure you already know how amazing she is.

SQUAD SQUAD SQUAD.

@lovestoostrong / @heart-on-her-sleeve Kylee started out writing with Nia, and I was like "😂😂 who is this goober, what is happening??" and she is a whole goober and I love her so God damn much and would literally fight every and anyone for her. Kylee is a baby bean innocent and still stretching out in her space, my equally awkward ace. My very practical friend who struggles to say anything mean. Kylee is the softness to my edges. Where I say something harsh or cruel, she someone makes me realize when I am being too harsh without ever actually saying so. I've dragged her into angsty storyline and she's pulled me into fluff. If ever I had a counter weight, it is Kylee. I cannot celebrate her enough as a friend and as a writer.

@lovestoosoft My baby vee. We are friends outside of rp, fell in love with our friendship before writing a single line together, we get each other with our chaotic mom energy. I don't think either of us ever expected to find a friendship like this, especially not in our adulthood. And yet. We enjoy so much of each other's company. When we discovered we both loved to rp, what was I suppose to do besides make her a blog and teach her the Tumblr way? Here for the fluff, the angst, the love of it all. She's the only other person who can get me to write fluffy soft shit. 2020 somehow only strengthened what we share despite being a very hard year. We laughed together, cried together, bitched and loved together.

@lovestoomany My Nia. My best friend, my sister wife. I wouldn't be here probably in every sense without her. I don't know what I could said about my love for her without stealing the lyrics for All of Me. We have lived our hardest days together and we have lived our absolute best days together. The love, the laughs, the ships, the notps. The hurt feelings, the fights, the 7 years of friendship. I have never regretted a moment of our time together, not one. You have made me a better and more whole person. I have become stronger and braver and more loving because of you. I have watched you grow into someone more honest, more open, more joyful. We were always meant to know and to love each other. I am eternally grateful for you, for the ways you inspire me, for the ways you frustrate me, for being my sounding board and trusting me with your darkest days and brightest days. For being my packaged deal. For having my back, always, as I will always have yours. I love you so much. Thank you for being my beautiful actually everything.

It may have taken me a long time to write this because I cried with every one I wrote. I have so many feelings about my friends.

#☆ﾟ*・ﾟ ignore the woman behind the curtain — ↳ ooc #it's my birthday and i'll celebrate how i want to

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lesbian-octoling · 6 years ago

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Hey guys, Xeno drama ((you know, about the banner and hate and whatnot)) below the cut if you don’t wanna see it!!!

@mrkamabo--co Hello! I don’t know if you’re ever going to see this, but. It’s here.

First of all, yes, it’s me! lesbian-octoling, rhi-draws-things, whatever you wanna call me. I’m making this because I’ve heard through a friend of mine that I trust that you are a relatively good person, and while I don’t agree with everything you’ve done, I figured i might as well try to clear things up between us.

First off-

I’m sorry.

This is a 100% genuine, formal apology. I am sorry your medical issues are acting up, I understand completely. I had and almost identical use (albeit with chemical imbalances making me throw up, instead of breathing/heart issues, but both caused by stress), so I get it.

I’m not here to stress you further. In fact, I’m here to try and resolve the issue. I don’t want you to feel the way you do, and I don’t want to start more drama. I should know, i’ve been receiving nasty shit for a while. If you don’t want to read this- that’s okay! Don’t stress yourself, dude.

I just feel like this is important, because we never actually talked- and lack of communication often leads to violence.

But there are a few thing I wanted to address- first and foremost, the ‘xeno free zone’ banner, and the tags.

#‘you’re a coward cuz u wanna draw them with t^ddy’#i don’t do that in the first place lmao#and if you’re going to say:#'its actually scientifically accurate!’#nope it really isn’t #why?#why would squids/octopi evolve to have digigrades/muzzles/claws on their hands?#why would they look like goats with their eyes and muzzles?#they would have flat fish face!#have squid/octo hat heads!#like the third stage in their canon evolution!#exaggerate that if you want scientifically accurate squidlings/octolings/inklings!#otherwise.. yall just makin them into furries tbh#note: i have a surplus of fursonas#k peace

Ah, I hope you don’t mind me going off a bit, but I did want to say things!!!

Muzzles: Inkling beaks, IRL, are very long! they just look flat because.. well, squids are long! But if you put that into something shaped like a human head, they need a bit more room to stretch out.

Claws: they’re not actually claws, they’re hooks! Just like real deep-sea squids have hooks made of chitin that can retract back into their tentacles, which is why i made them like that. As you can see when they go back into heir squid forms, their arms and legs ARE just evolved tentacles!

Here’s a cool example of the hooks, as compared to some of my squid hands:

‘goat noses’: This is because… it’s not a nose! A real squid breathes through it’s siphon, which is one, large hole. That’s why their nose is like that- it’s not two nostrils, it’s one hole, but flattened down so it’s not just a big ol’ hole in their face. If it was, things might get into it, like dirt or bugs or.. i dunno.

Digigrades: admittedly, this is just because it’s fun, and theres no reason they shouldn’t. Any other similarities to cats is just… coincidental, really, as cats and squids have a lot of similarities (liking the sun, chasing lights, etc).

Eyes: Actually, this was a mistake. When i FIRST started getting into splatoon i was like ‘wait squids have horizontal pupils right’ and only found out later that no.. that’s octopi! But oh well, it was a bit late, eh? live and learn.

I’m not saying its fully scientifically accurate- hell, course it’s not! But its more biologically accurate than having them being made of ink. Mostly, I just think it’s fun, cus I’m a budding biologist and I think it’s cool to explore these concepts.

Ok! Thats all I gotta say. I just wanted a chance to explain myself, s’all! As for the banner itself… while it may have been joking in nature, I do think it was a bit rude. Kinda like swinging a bat at a hornet’s nest, yeah..? Like you said- “but yknow tumblr be tumblr, and i honestly expected This™”… you gotta watch out what you say sometimes. You could’ve made it more obvious that you were joking- putting ‘XENO FREE ZONE’ with bit red X’s and ‘feel free to reblog :)’ just has.. a very mean tone to it, and it rubbed a lot of people the wrong way, regardless of your intentions. It really didn’t sound like a joke, to a lot of people, including me.

Though, maybe, we’re all just a bit wary- I’ve been receiving asks telling me to- quite literally- kill myself, multiple times, over this. I also know several friends who have gotten the same messages (a few of which don't even draw xeno, but simply because they are my friends). I think me (and other xeno artists, though I cannot speak for them) have a right to be wary, when we’re so used to being bashed. A lot of people are scared, and it doesn’t make what some people said right, I’m just… telling you why that massive backlash happened.

And by ‘massive backlash’…. if I’m being honest- and I don’t mean to make it sound trivial- a lot of the responses to those posts weren’t truly mean. Some people sent a clown meme, a lot of people responded with ‘why are you hating us, were just having fun’. A few were pretty mean, yes, but I could count them on one hand. These were light hearted in nature, and nothing like some of the truly nasty things that could’ve been said. You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve received in my inbox…

I think a lot of this could’ve been avoided if your post right after had simply been an apology. Instead of playing the victim card, simply say ‘ah, that last post was a joke- i sincerely apologize, and I might’ve worded it poorly’. That’s it. And it could have been avoided if you said, in the tags ‘this is a joke post don't take it seriously’. But instead, you went on the criticize xeno aspects. Not saying you’re wrong, but pointing out why so many people took it the wrong way.

But.. the main thing I wanted to address was this post.

I.. can’t say I’m in the right, but I can’t say you are, either. I probably shouldn’t have made that post- but it was meant more as an off-hand joke. I didn’t mention you at all, as I didn’t want anyone to hate on you. It’s more of a running joke for my blog of ‘sexy tartar’, which is why it was funny enough that I brought it up.

#can’t feel safe#when i put an opinion out there#its easy.. to ignore a post yknow…? It’s also easy not to make a joke like that. Again- maybe you intended it as a joke, but it’s like one of those shitty april fools pranks where you tell somebody something bad happened. We got scared. Doesn’t make it right of us, but it doesn’t make it right of you, either.

But the ONLY thing I’m truly angry about- if you saying that ‘you, a minor, don’t feel safe because you’re being shat on by an adult’. The reason this makes me mad is because… I’m 18. Barely. And you’re 17. I’m… not even a full year older than you. I’m still in high school. The way you worded it made it sound like i’m a 32 year old getting off on sending hate to a 13 year old- and that’s not even close to the case. That is not cool, dude.

Anyway. Sorry about that, though I hope you can see why I’m.. unhappy with the wording. I’m trying to solve things here, not make them worse, ha…

And.. yes, I did block you. But not so you wouldn’t find out. You can still see my blog; i know this. I blocked you because I’ve been getting hate anons for the past few weeks, and I can’t be too careful with who I block. I’m tired of people telling me im ‘ruining the fandom’, so I tend to block at leisure, or when I have suspicion. And a big ‘ANTI XENO’ banner is reasonable suspicion, yes…?

Again, I apologize for that post, but i was not doing to to spite you, just because I found it funny. I didn’t contribute to the spreading of hate to you in any way- I am very anti-hate messaging, and very pro ‘block and ignore if you don’t like them’. Which is.. what I was trying to do, but I didn’t want to leave us on that sour note. I did not encourage anyone to ridicule you on your post, or send you any sort of messages and asks.The only people I complained to were my girlfriend and a select few close friends, who i KNOW would not participate in any sort of hate spreading.

I’m not asking you to be friends with me. I’m simply trying to clear off any misconceptions- I’m fully welcome to hearing what you have to say back. But…

All in all, I think the gist of what im trying to say is that we all made mistakes, and we should both own up to them. I’m very sorry about your heart condition- I sincerely, 100% hope you get better. And I’m hoping that by talking it out, we can clear things up and not let it stew..? I know that sometimes these things tend to eat at me until I fix them, and that is all I’m trying to do.

I’ve unblocked you for as long as it takes for us to resolve this issue, if you would like to move to DMs, or to discord. Either works. Or.. don’t respond at all, if you don’t want.

Have a nice night, and I hope you feel better!

#drama #please don't reblog this unless you're @mrkamabo--co #im tired and don't wanna fight; dudes

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spnfanficpond · 6 years ago

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November 2018 Pond LiveChat Recap

We had a great time chatting with Rhi, @kittenofdoomage!!! Thank you so much for joining us!

We talked about getting readers, interacting with readers, and how Tumblr has made it more and more difficult with their changes for new writers to get noticed. Details from our discussion with Rhi under the cut, as well as notes on what we’re working on in the Pond!

Q: Do you wait until you are done writing a series before you begin posting, or do you post as you write?

I wait until I'm done writing a series. At some point, the idea will catch me and I have to write the entire thing, which will take about three days. Editing for another 1-2 depending on my betas and then it gets released in its entirety on Patreon (my patrons like reading the entire fic in one go, they're paying for it so I'm not gonna make 'em wait) and comes out in chapters on Tumblr about three-four weeks later. I hate feeling like I'm making people wait too long and then shit happens like it did with three of my permanently hiatused fics.

Q: Well, as for why we're here, Rhi, you get so many asks every day. How do you have such involved readers?

A lot of my readers who respond are regulars. I have those who pop up with the odd "this is awesome" and those who will write long involved reviews which I love!

Q: Do you think there's anything in particular that you do that encourages people to interact with you?

Yeah, I'm open with people and pretty approachable. I like discussing things, plot points, characters, anything really. There are very few things that trigger me, too. I have only three specific things that will turn me away from a fic. I think my lack of triggers helps with people who need someone like that to talk to.

Q: Do you ever ask around and try to figure out what people are looking to read to try and help boost your reader count or do you just draw inspiration from your own ideas?

At the moment, I'm mostly working on commissions, so it's other people's ideas. I'm lucky that most of my Patrons and commissioners are very patient with me and know up front that I have no specific time limits. I will write it but I can't force it. And I won't force it because that leaves everyone with a shit story.I never put an idea away forever though. I write them all down. If inspiration hits for something, I write it there and then because I never know if I'll get that mojo back.

Q: Has there ever been an Idea that has caught you by surprise when you start it as one thing but it ends up as something else?

Only about six thousand times.

Over The Hills And Far Away that I'm writing now, was supposed to only be a Dean x reader but my reader decided to go and have chemistry with Sam too.

Q: Have you noticed a bump in followers after you do anything specific?

I always have a bump in followers after Sinful Sunday. Unfortunately, I always end up with a bump in unsolicited dick pics and porn bots, too, so a purge usually follows. When I post new characters or fandoms, too. I've recently picked up a bunch of Marvel followers.

Q: As a big blog, you must also get some hate. How do you deal with that?

They don't like me because I play with them and their insults are like water off a duck's back with me. Unless they bring my kid into it. I shut an entire set of blogs down when that happened. That's also why I no longer post anything to do with my daughter. I will avoid using her name wherever possible. If I'm in a bad mood, I ignore it. If I'm feeling like an utter bitch, I'll tear them a new asshole.

Q: Rhi, it sounds like you have a lot on your plate with family, work, and writing. Is there anything in particular that keeps your creativity flowing so you don't burn out?

I try and do something different every day. Painting, gaming, going for a walk - it's important for me not to spend all my time on one thing. Even if it's just cleaning. I also listen to a lot of music - Classic Rock on Absolute Radio is my fav. Actually, my favorite time to think about fics is when I'm about to go to sleep.

Q: I'm not sure how to even ask this, but I came into the spn fic fandom a little late and so I'm finding it difficult to gather new followers. Do you have any advice? I have a master post with the few pieces I've written but I've gotten a lot of flack for writing OCs...

Tumblr is not helping with regards to gaining new followers lately. Tags aren't working if you're an NSFW blog, no one can search anything. The only thing I can suggest is reblogging, asking other authors if they'll read your work.

[Other suggestions from the chat included submitting fics to @dirtysupernaturalimagines and the Pond, joining other people’s writing challenges (The Pond’s S14 Challenge is here, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing is always running challenges, and @mrswhozeewhatsis has a tag #writing challenge on her blog). Also, “Tumblr loves porn” and the fandom loves Dean, in particular, so writing more Dean smut will get you more readers. Just adding “Dean x Reader” to the tags, even if the relationship is barely mentioned, will get you more readers. Sam will get you the same result, but to a lesser extent. Rhi got bigger writing ABO fics, and carved out a niche for herself with them to the point she’s considered the ABO expert in reader insert fics. Another tip was to strip OC’s of names and defining physical features, since OC’s don’t get a lot of love. Many “Y/N”’s are actually just OC’s without a name. Also, if you’re writing a story that will eventually have smut, list “eventual smut” in the tags.]

Q: Random question: a bunch of us smaller blogs have noticed a drop in reblogs over the last year or so, and I'd be curious to know if, as a bigger blog, you've seen anything like this as well?

Absolutely. A year ago I was getting about 10-20k notes a day. Now, if I hit a thousand, it's a good day and I'm expecting to take a massive hit because of Sinful Sunday, if they don't entirely delete my blog.

Q: Does anyone have any idea why the notes have all dropped so much? Is it a glitch in notes? People being more apprehensive to reblog nsfw things because of all the nsfw fear going on?

Community responses: The posts with outside links not showing up in searches is related to bots and porn blogs that only reblog posts to add a link to a sketchy outside web page. Several months ago, though, Tumblr started the “best stuff first” algorithm (which can be turned off in your dashboard settings, but not everyone knows this), and that pushed posts with few notes to the bottom of the dashboard feed. Since you never really get to the bottom, those posts never get seen. Tags and reblogs to build up note counts are the only way to combat this. Now, messing with the search functions means that there will be no new readers without blogs that just reblog fics, like the Pond and @dirtysupernaturalimagines and such.

[Editor’s Note: Rhi told us she’s working on a UPS Driver!Sam fic!! I’m excited. “What can Brown do for me?” YES, PLEASE!]

What’s coming up in the Pond:

Angel Fish Award nominations are due by the end of the month, so you have less than a week to submit yours and gain an entry for every nomination into the raffle! Win fabulous prizes just for spreading love! HOW COOL IS THAT? (Also, don’t forget to submit your own fics to the Pond so that other Pond members can easily find them and nominate them!)

Note: Please use the submission form to submit nominations. Asks do not allow you to include a link to the fic, and sometimes we can’t find what you’re nominating, especially now that Tumblr searches don’t work.

Design contest to find a Pond graphic! Entries are due by the end of the month, so less than a week away! So far, we have ONE (1) entry! (I mean, it’s a pretty fabulous entry, but still!) Winner gets their choice of swag with their design on it!!

SPNFanFicPond Season 14 Weekly Episode Writing Challenge - Since we didn’t have a new episode this past Thursday, the previous week’s challenge is still collecting submissions. (Honestly, there’s no deadline on any of them. Post a fic using a prompt from any week, and you’ll still be added to the masterpost and reblogged on the Pond blog.)

New Member Spotlight Post coming soon! Check out last month’s post here!

Still accepting additions and discussion about the Warning Tag List (tags to be used to assist folks in avoiding triggers and protect their mental health, not be confused with tags to help people find or avoid preferences). Reply or reblog the post itself, or send an ask to the Pond with suggestions!

Plans are in the works to try and make the blog more app-friendly. Please be patient with us in the meantime!

Plans to expand the beta program to make it easier to find the type of beta you need are also on the to-do list.

Housekeeping Note: If you send an ask to the Pond and do not get a response in a couple of days, please notify one of the admins (Michelle - @mrswhozeewhatsis, Mana - @manawhaat, or Kale - @aprofoundbondwithdean) via IM and let us know!

Thanks to everyone who joined us this month and made it an awesome conversation!! Can’t wait for next month!

Next month’s discussion: Giving feedback to other writers and how a beta reader can help your writing! Joining us will be @littlegreenplasticsoldier!

Be there Dec. 15th at the usual time! (Los Angeles - 2PM, New York - 5PM, London - 10PM, Melbourne - Sunday 9AM)

#spnfanficpond #chat room #spnfanficpond live chat #THE CHAT ROOM #pond chat

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spectrumscribe · 7 years ago

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Do Kaiju even like apples?

a Pacific Rim and TMNT 2014/16 fusion, introducing budding science sister and her tiny monster brothers. (who won’t be tiny for long.)

@rhi-draws-things provided the illustrations, bless them.

trying a new method of posting stories to tumblr, i think i’ll just add each new installment to this post under the cut of a reblog. have ‘em all together for your reading leisure. enjoy this first one!

April is pretty sure she should have stuck it out at school, and just slept in the nurse’s office.

At least then she would have had an actual bed, rather than be stuck in a hard plastic chair and drowsing while the base’s occupants ran around like kicked ants. Apparently something of the top secret project April knew next to nothing about (hence the ‘top secret’ part of things) had escaped, and everyone had gone zero to sixty in an instant the moment sirens went off.

April had found herself shoved into the nearest staff room, told to lock the door, and not to move until someone came and got her. She’d been expecting that her dad would just look over some documents too important to put off, and then they’d go home so she could sleep off her fever.

No such luck. The sirens outside of her meagrely furnished staff room are still droning, and April is falling asleep despite the awful chair. At least someone lent her a coat at some point, and she’s only shivering a little in the oversized thing.

Her unfinished lunch remains in its baggy near her face, as she leans forward with her cheek pressed to the table. She’d tried to convince herself again to eat, since getting better requires energy, but hasn’t had much luck. It drifts in and out of focus as her eyes get heavier, and giving in, April just lets the fever drag her under into a light nap.

The sirens aren’t enough to keep her awake, or even make her panic longer than the first minute they’d been going. She knows they’re not for a Kaiju attack, and even if they were, she’s inside a military base. There are no active Jaegers here, but there’s some just up the coastline of New York. She’s safe as she could get, outside of a Kaiju shelter.

And, she’s sick. Being sick makes it easier to just not care.

April naps for a period of time she doesn’t remember, and doesn’t rouse again even after the alarms are turned off. She doesn’t notice they have been, and doesn’t know it’s simply because everyone got sick of listening to them while hunting for the escaped subject.

April doesn’t hear the door’s lock be broken from the inside, and doesn’t hear it open and shut with a quiet noise. What she does hear, oddly enough, is the sound of someone messing with her uneaten sandwich.

April blearily opens her eyes, too hot and too cold at the same time, and really annoyed with whatever’s woken her back up to that.

Three claws are sunk into the tip of her sandwich’s baggy, and four wide eyes stare back at her, just over the lip of the table.

The four gold eyes blink at her. April blinks her two blue ones a few times to confirm its real.

She screams.

The owner of the four eyes screams back, and runs away.

April nearly falls out of her chair, scrambling away from the table and the thing with all the coordination possible of a sick individual. She runs into another crappy chair and does fall over, yelping as she goes down.

There’s a dizzying moment, worsened by her illness, in which everything spins in terrible circles. April finally recovers enough to gingerly sit back up; half convinced she’s just had a hallucination.

But, no. That’s definitely a pintsized Kaiju scrabbling around on the linoleum across the room from her.

“Oh my god,” April whispers in horror, and then jumps with a shriek as the creature hisses balefully at her.

She untangles her legs from the chair’s, and manages to get to her feet and press against the wall of the room. April is hyperventilating a little, watching the tiny Kaiju pace and snarl on the other end of their shared space.

It’s between her and the coatracks, where she hung her backpack earlier. Her backpack contains her cellphone, which is what she needs, right this instant, so she can call her dad and the army and if they have one an indoor Jaeger because oh my fucking god, that’s a Kaiju.

A really.

Really.

Small Kaiju.

It’s about the size of an overly large housecat, with a long, strong looking tail whipping around behind it as it paces. Purple spots of bioluminescence follow the length of its body, which cause a bit of nausea to look at when it keeps moving so quickly, and April is still very sick feeling.

The segmented plates on its back almost look like a shell, April thinks distantly. Like a turtle and a dragon and a cattish thing all got mixed together.

It stands up on two legs then, walking perfectly fine like that. April amends and changes the cattish part to lemurish, maybe even humanish. It’s the tail that’s really the tipping point, making the walk ever so slightly abnormal in its gait.

April is very, very dizzy. Oof. Everything is spinning even while she’s still leaning against the wall. Couldn’t the tiny Kaiju have chosen to terrorize her on a day when she wasn’t ill? Is that too much to ask from fate, given that the war was supposed to be over?

“…I guess you’re the one everyone’s looking for,” April says faintly, mostly to herself. The little Kaiju shrieks and hops away to press against the far wall, pacing and tittering nervously. And it is nervous, April is realizing. If she hadn’t known better, she’d almost think the little thing is as scared as she feels at the moment.

But Kaiju are city destroying titans, not afraid even when a Jaeger is thundering towards them. It wouldn’t make sense for even a tiny one to be afraid of a sick teenage girl.

Oh, but this one really is awfully small. April could probably hold it with one arm if she tried.

April reminds herself to focus. Thoughts like that are for after she’s certain she isn’t going to get mauled.

The little Kaiju is eyeing her, but also- as April notices the break of focus every couple seconds- the table April had been sleeping at.

April looks at the sandwich on the table.

She formulates a plan.

Taking a careful step forwards, April starts to move towards the table. She’s nearly startled backwards all over again when the Kaiju makes a leap towards her, only for it to back off immediately. It’s hissing and spitting, but really, it’s just making a show instead of real threats.

The coatrack is directly above where the Kaiju is pacing. April slowly picks up her sandwich.

“Hey, little… guy,” April settles on the addressment, since it’s better than spawn of world destroyers or the like. “Do you want some food?”

The Kaiju watches her warily, but has stopped shrieking every time she moves. It’s clearly torn between following her and the sandwich at the same time; intent gold eyes boring holes into both.

April opens the bag slowly, and takes out half the sandwich.

“Here… look, its fake bologna and lettuce. Mmm, right? Really tasty, I promise. Fake processed meat is about the same as actual processed meat in nutrients anyway.”

The Kaiju inches forwards in half steps, eyes darting between her face and the treat. April takes a chance and tosses the triangle of food onto the floor in front of it.

The food is snapped up immediately, and in an act of definitely inhuman physiology, the sandwich piece disappears into the Kaiju’s mouth. April sees the hinges of its jawline open wider than a human’s would, or even most animals. She gulps quietly at the rows of sharp teeth it has, which flash as it chews noisily.

It’s looking at her now less with fear, more with curiosity. And it’s moving away from the coatrack. Good. April takes out the other half of the sandwich, and figures she can blame her illness for making her think this next step is a good plan.

“You gotta come and take this one from me, dude,” she tells it softly, holding out the sandwich halve and bending down a little. “C’mon… I’m probably not the one who’s gonna bite anyone here…”

Faster than she thought, the Kaiju approaches her. It moves in cautious steps, but is steadily losing the edge of wariness. By the time it tentatively puts a claw on the bread, its eyes are all on the sandwich, and April can step around it without even a hiss in response.

She makes a hasty beeline for her backpack, digging out her phone frantically and thumbing open the screen. She gets open her text messages, and then slowly comes to a stop, fingers hovering.

Soft and chirrupy noises have taken the place of shrieks and hissing, and April glances behind her.

The little Kaiju is sitting with its legs in a clumsy fold, resembling lotus flower position, and is talking adamantly to itself as it dissects the second sandwich halve. Rather than scarf it down, it’s taking the time to examine and… narrate the pieces of the sandwich.

And, in a way, the sounds aren’t just sounds, but are closer to actual words.

April is truly her father’s daughter, because she immediately thinks amazing, and is there more to discover here?

April looks back into the open mouth of her backpack, seeing her baggy of apple slices inside.

Retrieving them, April creeps back towards the Kaijuling. Baby Kaiju? There have only ever been full grown monstrosities publically documented, nothing about early stages of their growth cycles. There’s no word for this creature yet, and even then. April suspects there’s been meddling with its DNA, since there’s no way anything could evolve to have such a drastic growth period between infant and adult.

Except it’s an alien, so. Earth rules might not apply.

April slowly comes to kneel a cautious distance from the little creature. She opens the baggy, and steels herself from startling as its four eyes whip around to stare at her.

Do Kaiju even like apples?

One way to find out.

April wordlessly holds out a slice of apple. It’s been kept fresh by lemon she’d squeezed onto it yesterday, when she didn’t have a damn fever.

“Want one?” she asks. There’s a pause, and then the Kaiju makes a sound of joyful interest.

Without further prompt or hesitation, it slips over to her on all fours, and sits back up to wrap a small clawed hand around the slice. April watches, fascinated and rapidly losing her own fears, as it nibbles at the snack food.

When the first slice is gone, and the little Kaiju is licking its approximation of lips with its pointed tongue, it holds out its hands and makes grabbing gestures and coos impatiently.

“Say please,” April says automatically, and realizes it’s because the behaviors remind her strikingly of a small child.

It stares at her, looking annoyed. April is stunned quietly that it can express annoyance, and not just want or fear something.

“Say please?” she requests again, experimentally.

“Sss… say p’ease?”

April’s mouth falls open, a taking a sharp breath in.

“Say p’ease?” the Kaiju repeats, high voiced and unpracticed. Mimicking her, but not perfectly, missing the harder to pronounce part of a new word, like a child would.

Like a child would.

April hands over the next apple slice, and manages to mumble, “Yeah, that’s right. Say please. Good job.”

“Good job,” repeats back the Kaiju, nearly chirping it, and bites the new slice in half happily. April is still processing her shock as it shifts closer to her, pressing against her leg with its little ones and making grabby gestures again.

“Say p’ease,” it says with confidence, tail flicking against the floor in anticipation.

“…you’re very smart, aren’t you?” April says to it.

The little Kaiju coos and only has eyes for the apple slices. April hands another one over as requested. This time is a little different, though, as it catches her hand with its own free one. She holds perfectly still as it multitasks nibbling the fruit, and examining her pale pink palms and darker skin everywhere else.

April is not particularly afraid, she finds, watching the creature pick at her short finger nails with its wicked little claws.

“Say p’ease, good job,” it pronounces, apparently done with the examination. It grabs for the bag in April’s right hand, and April holds it away on instinct.

“No,” she tells it. It starts to sit up, reaching for it. “No,” April repeats, more firmly. “You ask nicely if you want more. Say please.”

The Kaiju’s face screws up in a pout, its big eyes squinting in annoyance. Its tail lashes for a moment, and then it says in a distinctly put upon voice, “Say p’ease?”

Purely and clearly, that’s the voice of a fed up toddler not getting what they want, and going along because it’s the only way to get it.

April finds herself fighting a smile, and laughing a little. He looks so cute, so frustrated like that.

“Okay, you can have another, now,” she informs him, and gives another piece of apple to the Kaiju. He takes it, but manages to look sulky about it.

April’s knees are starting to cramp like this, and she shifts into a lotus position like her Kaiju friend. She moves away from him to do so, trying to avoid disturbing him with her careful movements, but is surprised when he moves right back next to her once she’s settled.

And then climbs into her lap, fearless and curious about the jacket she’s got on, and the chance to get more apples sooner. April is a little uncomfortable having a mouthful of sharp incisors and hands tipped in claws so close to her vitals, but that’s tempered by the excited tittering the Kaiju makes, picking at the undone zipper of her jacket.

He’s so curious about everything, now that he’s not scared out of his mind. It’s almost like the time April held a large parrot, when a conservationist moved into the apartment next to her and her dad- the huge bird had been noisy and curious, and just enough of a discomfort near her face it’d been a thrill to hold him.

It’s like that, right now, combined with the time she held a baby of a colleague her dad has. Exciting and a little scary, and part of her is worried she’ll upset things if she moves wrong.

April stifles a sound of pain as the Kaiju discovers her coils and tugs on a fistful. She teaches him again about the word no.

It’s only after he’s settled comfortably into her lap, chewing on the last of slices of apple, that April remembers she should probably call someone about this.

It’s made a little harder than usual to text, since somebody has decided the thing he wants most in the world is now her phone.

She’s still trying to explain that no, he can’t have it, and that tapping it rapidly with his claws is just going to scratch the screen- “Pads, you use the pads of your fingers,”- when the door is all but kicked off its hinges behind them.

“There it is!” someone bellows, and April’s little Kaiju friend loses his cool.

The winding tail wrapped loosely around her arm is switched to her stomach, and April is treated to the feeling of being strangled around the midriff and claw tips nearly puncturing her jacket’s fabric.

“Ow, no, hey,” she says, as she gets unsteadily off the ground and backs hastily away from the door. She pats uselessly at the hard ridges of his back. “Dude, hey, I need to- breathe and stuff- ow-”

“Ms. O’Neil, stop moving!” commands the soldier, and oh joy, he’s got a gun. April thinks it’s a tranq gun, and neither it nor he and the other soldiers pouring in are doing anything to calm things down.

“April!” yells her dad, fighting his way through the clog of bodies in the doorway. His eyes are wide with fear as he catches sight of the Kaiju wrapped around his daughter, and looks about ready to throw up.

The little Kaiju shrieks, lighting up hostile purple again and baring its fangs at the intruders. Immediately the sound of safety catches clicking off are heard, and April throws up a hand. “Guys, stop it! You’re scaring him-!”

A particularly brash soldier strides forwards, arm outstretched and aiming to rip the Kaiju off April forcefully, and the tail around April’s waist comes away in a whip quick slash.

The soldier cries out as a bright red seam of blood appears across his face, and April stares in shock at the long barb abruptly produced from the end of the tail.

“NO!” screams the little Kaiju, slashing its long thin barb in the air in front of them. “NO, NO, NO!”

April hysterically thinks she taught him the word no a little too well.

“Hey- WHOA, okay, everyone just-” April takes a number of steps back from the panicking soldiers and her father, trying to keep people out of stabbing range of the tail barb. “-take a deep breath, okay? I’m fine, it’s cool, just stop freaking him out already.”

There’s a murmur of dissent, soldiers shifting uneasily as they try to find an angle to come at them from, and April hears a quiet hiccup beside her neck.

“No, no, no,” repeats her little friend, words shifting into desperate little growls and keens. He’s pressing close as possible to her, strong little limbs clinging tightly, and he’s trembling as he does.

His tail slashing in the air and bared teeth and brightly lit threat display all say animal, dangerous, monster… but the sobs underneath all that say scared little kid.

She raises her hand to run it down his shell-like back plates, turning her own back to everyone and shielding him. “It’s fine, it’s okay, shhh, calm down, buddy. We’re okay. We’re okay. No knifing anybody with your- tail. Thing. Okay? Just… gotta calm down. Just… shh, kiddo… it’s gonna be alright… you’ll be okay, I got you. You’re safe.”

April feels his tail stop slashing around, and slowly, carefully, come back to curl around her middle. She only feels a brief moment of fear she’ll get stabbed by the thin barb, but no pain comes as the tip curls around to her front.

There’s quiet, rapid conversation behind her, and April casts a glance over her shoulder as a harsher whisper-shout makes her friend stiffen in fear.

“Hey!” she snaps at everyone gathered. “Shut up and go away!” The stunned silence following that is satisfying on a level.

Not the politest thing she’s ever said, but she’s sick and exhausted by the emotional roller coaster and there’s a kid in her arms crying still. Not okay by any account.

Oh god the military made tiny Kaijus that are actually tiny babies and April is literally just some teenager. What the hell is she supposed to do about all this? The minute she lets go of him he’ll probably end up back in a lab- a lab her dad works in, does he know that this kid is a literal kid-?

A hundred terrible scenarios flash across her mind about what might be done to her little friend, and April feels even sicker than she was already.

“…April? Are you alright?”

She looks over her shoulder again, at her carefully approaching father. His dark forehead has sweat sheen to it, and he’s darting glances between her and the Kaiju growling at him.

April shushes him again, and he quiets for the most part. He stills tightens his tail around her, though. Determined to stay, determined to defend.

Oh, but he’s so small, and clearly so young, and god, what even happened to create a creature like this? To create a person like this? A scaly little person with a tail and fangs and bioluminescence, who is terrified out of his mind and only trusts April.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” April finally responds, holding her friend in a gentle hug and wondering if she’s the first person to have ever done so.

“Did it… hurt you anywhere? Can you get it to-”

“He’s not an it,” April says firmly, feeling abruptly and fiercely protective. “He’s a little kid, dad. What the hell?”

What the hell does the military want with him? What the hell can I do to prove he’s a person? What the hell did you do, dad?

“Did you know he can talk?” April asks, angry and sad. “Did you know he learn words after only a few tries? Did you know anything like that about him?”

Her father is quiet for a moment, and then says, “No… no I didn’t. They weren’t supposed to be able to do those things.”

“…well he can,” April says, and hugs her little friend tighter. He makes a soft sound of confusion, and presses his cold flat nose to her neck, huffing in concern.

She takes a deep breath, and looks back again. “How many more?” she asks, uncaring that there’s still a few soldiers lingering in the doorway and clearly not on board with what’s happening.

“…three more,” her dad answers, a look of dread entering his expression. “We made four of them. They were only supposed to be subjects for observation and study. Kaiju on a smaller scale, with the ability to respond to communications and possibly even communicate back. But… it wasn’t supposed to be more than that.”

“What did you do to make him small and smart?” April asks, already knowing the answer.

“…we mixed human DNA into the sequence. It was a choice from above my station, hon, I swear. We didn’t know.”

April sighs, and wonders if any adults even try to remember the stuff science fiction and fantasy taught you about playing god with life.

“I think you did a lot more than make pocket-sized Kaiju, dad,” April says, petting her friend’s plated back as he makes a rumbly little purr against her shoulder.

Her dad lets out a ragged breath. “I’m starting to think that, too.”

April gets to keep holding her little friend- someone who turns out to be Donatello, according to the codename she drew out of a hat two months ago, back in her home apartment with her dad. He’d told her it’s for an upcoming project, and she’d thought the game of pulling famous artists out of a hat was just that. A game.

She named them all, all four of them, however indirectly and unknowingly. They’re only a handful of weeks old now- and already so big and smart, compared to human children- but they’re still so… young. Vulnerable.

April cradles Donatello until he falls asleep, nestled against her and playing with her shoulder length coils. Her father sends the soldiers out of the room, and someone important looking shows up in a uniform with a lot of medals and stripes on it.

April clutches Donatello close, who refuses to relinquish his own desperate clutch, and tries to talk a woman nearly three times her age around to April’s point of view.

It doesn’t work how she wants it to, but there’s room for future debate. More discussions and tests to be conducted, and a chance.

April is going to seize that chance and sink her teeth into it and refuse to let go, much like how Donatello does when he gets the idea to starting biting her hair.

She coaxes him off that idea by heckling her dad into handing over one of the hard candies he’s always got in his pockets. It goes over well, and from the intent expression of her father, and his fellow scientists peering in through the doorway, this is Donatello’s first experience with sugary sweets.

He likes it. A lot. Crunching it between his incisors and asking for more afterwards, using his most polite so far, “Say p’ease?”

April’s dad and his boss nearly fall out of their chairs at that. One of the scientists in the doorway clutches his chest and just about faints. It’s a brief spell of relief from the seriousness of things, and April makes sure Donatello gets the candy he so politely asked for.

Donatello is a little heavy by the time they lead her back to his containment cell, which is a room a little smaller than a child’s would be. And it’s bare of anything but a pet bed and some blankets shoved into a corner.

April feels so, so very bad for peeling her sleeping friend off herself, and gently lowering him to rest in the bed. She covers him up with the blankets, and sees him curl into a little ball underneath.

April is stuck for a moment, just watching the blankets rise and fall with his breathing. She doesn’t know what his future from this point will be like, and that scares the daylights out of her.

It only took about two hours for her to get this attached. God knows what she’ll feel like in another week, or less.

It’s hard to get up and walk out, but the rules are that the tests get done before anything is concrete, and that includes April staying away to not contaminate the procedure.

April is tired, still feverish, and now she’s angrily sad on top of all that. She puts one foot in front of the other, and forces herself to make it home before lying down and passing out from sheer exhaustion.

April has uneasy dreams that night, blurry and unhappy, and continues to until she sees Donatello again, and knows he’s going to be okay. That they all will be, him and his incredible siblings.

The next time she picks up Donatello, April is certain she’d never put him down if she could. Him, or any of the other little Kaiju children. Small, and strange, and so in need of somebody to love them.

Of course, within a few years, she can’t even hope to carry around any of them. By that point, they can lift her, and do so just to show off.

But she doesn’t forget the first time few times, how it felt to have Donnie’s tail coil around her midriff and curl tightly there. How it felt to have Raph’s puppyishly big hands hold onto hers as they walked through the hall. How it felt when Leo would cling to her legs and refuse to let go. How it felt to have Mikey clamber up her back and demand piggyback rides as long as he could get them.

When they’re older, they tend more to pick up April and carry her around. It’s easy, since they double in size within the first two years, and then keep going until they tower over everybody on base.

April never does forget, though. And never wants to.

Commission info & Kofi link.

#PR AU #tmnt 2014/16 #April O'Neil #donatello #My writing #they're BABIES #tiny little babies #april is fifteen and now she's got four baby brothers oh noooo #i have too many emotions about that #its my own damn au and i'm crying softly every time i think about *clenches fists*#*chokes up*#how dang much they care about each other #hhh

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*rolls up sleeves* Okay you wee beans, I’ve been slackin’ on appreciation asks because I’m bad at keeping track of things, so HERE WE GO INSTEAD. Just over a month ago, Ryū and I hit two years on this gosh-darned site with all you lovelies, but heck it - we’re rolling out more love for y’all cuz when is it ever a BAD time to do that? So here’s a long post (under a cut lol) of some love for some lovelies to carry over into the new year! (in no particular order just...as I go, lolol - also by mun, so if you’ve got more than one blog, I’m just...picking one I remember x3)

@noharin

Meyyy muh dahlin’ I love ya. You’re so funny and kind and GENUINE. You’re such a down-to-earth person who, in spite of your own troubles, goes out of her way to keep the chins up of everyone around you. You’ve put so much love into your muses, and yes I’m STILL going to bring up how you plucked me and my marshmallow up and helped us feel welcome here. You’re a big part of the reason why I stayed, and why I’m still here - thank you <3

@leafgodaime

Bailey! I know we don’t talk much ooc (and yes I know I already got an ask from you but too bad =P), but I love you and your muse. I ALWAYS enjoy seeing all of your interactions with the other muses here. You write Tsunade and wee Hiroyuki so well, my muse can’t help but love them so much. You guys took in a silly OC muse, even if you didn’t have to, and that means a lot to us. Thank you for helping us fit in <3

@hatakiri

YOU. WRITER OF INTRUDER DOGS AND SNARKY SNAPBACKS. GOSH I love you and your muse. Just...your Kakashi is so perfect. I love his sass and also his angst and his deadpan humor. And his constant harassment of my marshmallow (but don’t worry, she still loves him x3). I was SO happy when you came back, and we’ve loved every interaction both before and after. I always know I’m gonna smile when I see you crash into our inbox. Thank you for all the laughs <3

@flamexroar

Konnn you precious wee bean! I know we’ve not been threading too often lately but I hope you’re well! And your kitty! And everybody else! I’ve so loved every interaction with all your menagerie of muses! They’re all so unique and creative and I wish I could wrangle as many as you do - I can’t even handle a main blog and a side blog, kdsjfkjg. ANYWAY. You’re a sweetie and I love ya and I love talking to ya even though I SUCK at keeping up with people, and thank you for being such a darling <3

@obsidianavenger

*lays in your lap* Well hey thar. Youuu should know that I love you, and I love your Sasuke, even when he’s being a butt and not letting you write. I love your art, and that you’re keepin’ at it and practicing and improving! I know not all of our conversations are happy-go-lucky, but I hope you know how much I appreciate you, and support you. I’m always here when you need me, and thank you for doing the same <3

@snakesage

FOSTER my dude. I know we don’t interact IC nearly as much as we should, and tbh that’s like...105% my fault cuz I’m a dweeb BUT. I still love your Mitsuki, like...a whole lot. I love the thought you put into him, the bonds he has with other muses on the dash, and just...I’m SO impressed with how much you’ve grown him. I’m not into Boruto, but honestly that’s okay because your Mitsuki is all I need in life, lmao! (Also your Konohamaru too tbh while I’m at it) But seriously, you’re a super cool dude, and you’ve only ever been nothing but kind to me, and thank you for being you <3

@frogprinceus

Oh my gosh, Mitsuki. You are SUCH A SWEETHEART. And I still can’t comprehend how amazing your Jiraiya is (and all of your other muses, of course). It’s like he managed to escape canon and now resides in your blog xD Safe and sound, where he belongs! And I’m still so humbled how quickly you let Ryū and I get to know you both ;w; It wasn’t something you had to do, but you did it anyway, and everything we write together makes me SO happy. It’s a very special bond between our muses, and I love it so much. Thank you for writing with us <3

@gentlegrace

Daniiiii, you wee sweet pea. You are SUCH a joy, oh my gosh. And so are all your muses! Admittedly we’ve gotten to know Hinata best, and wowowow I love how you portray her. I so enjoy how yours took the tough path and fought harder for what she wanted and believed in. All your interactions with the others and with us are always a joy to see. And you’re such a kind and understanding person - you stick up for what you believe in just like your ‘nata does! And I commend that. I really really do. Thank you for being just as you are <3

@kyuuzuchiha

Boooooo! I LOVE YOUR MUSES. And I love you too! You’re so funny and sweet and GOSH I love when we get to gush about our nerds together xD Getting to write with you is just...a joy every time it happens. Whether it’s with one of your boys, or with Keiko (who, GOSH, I am just falling in love with), each interaction is written so well, and your characterization is just! Awesome sauce. You have such an awesome handle on your muses, and each exchange we have is so much fun, and so engaging. Thank you for letting us drive you crazy x3 <3

@teamseven-united

Sanjiiii, dahlinggg, little sweet potato! I know you’re off right now to tackle life and I hope you’re kicking its butt! But lemme just take a second to say how much I appreciate you! You’re an amazing writer, and WOW I love your art, it’s got so much character, and it’s SO CUTE, and I’m so grateful for all the doodles you’ve made for us ;w; It’s so neat to see our interactions drawn out! Ryū loves your Sauce, and all your muses are just...so awesome. I can’t wait for you to be back so we can pester you some more x3 Thanks for putting up with us, lol <3

@hyugainterior

Hina-mun! Oh my goodness! YOU are like...the sweetest cinnamon bun on my dash (of course, you’ve got lots of competition cuz like...there’s a lotta sweeties on my dash BUT), I appreciate SO MUCH all the effort you give to try and make this community a little better and brighter. And I know I say it all the time and you’re probably sick of hearing it by now, but...watching everything unfold on your blog is just SO interesting, even if we might not play an active part in it. Your skills in narrative writing are something to look up to! Thank you for sharing with us <3

@sennenryuu

Holy smokes, Natalie. Can I just say how much I look up to your stuff? You’re such a skilled artist, and seeing the detail and love you put into your muse helps drive me to do the same with mine! So much creativity in all you do here, and we love getting to see it! And of course all our interactions...which I need to be better about, eh heh. Seriously though, your character is so intriguing and well-rounded, and you’re always a joy to talk to ooc. I was so glad to be your Secret Santa and have the chance to write something for you n_n Thank you for being a great member of the community <3

@cinderspewed

VeronAAA, you are such a meme! All of your ooc shenanigans get me in stitches, and honestly so does a lot of your writing with Dei. You just! Have such a way with him as a muse, and golly I love seeing everything from you. Even your crack posts have Deidara written all over them xD And gosh, you’re such a wonderful person. I know we don’t talk ooc nearly enough because I’m Horrible, but you care so much about your followers and your friends, and you look out for this community. Thank you for all you do, for all of us, both ic and ooc <3

@ascxndinggg

LITTLE ONE. I know I already blabbered in your ask buuut I don’t care I’ma do it again x3 I said it once, I’ll say it again: I’m so proud of you. You’ve made it through another tough year, and you helped me do the same. And even if they’ve been a bit out of commission for a while, I LOVE YOUR MUSES. AND YOUR WRITING. Like...dang. It’s SO GOOD. And I’m SO EXCITED to write with you again, kiddo. Thank you for all you do for me, and for showing this old fuddy-duddy what it means to be strong <3

@flakclad

Rhi! Omg! I LOVE YOUR GENMA SO MUCH. And your Kankurō - even if we don’t write with him much, I still love seeing his stuff on the dash! You are one of the sweetest lil beans, lemme tell you. I love writing ic with you - I love our muses’ dynamic, and watching it grow since we’ve been writing together. And I’ve so enjoyed getting to know you, too! You’ve never had a down or cross word for anyone I’ve seen - you’re so chill, and all you put on the dash is a joy, whether it’s something with us, or other lovelies! Thank you for being so great <3

@abyssaldespair

Oh my gosh Meg, where do I start with you x3 You are SO funny, and even if you’re a wee bit abrasive sometimes, you’re still a great friend that I love talking to, even when you’re being a butt =P You have such a great way of writing Obito, and gosh I love your artwork so much. I wish I could draw like you...maybe someday. For now I’ll just pester you with silly pixel dolls of our muses being dumb x3 I always love writing with you, and it’s been a blast watching our muses’ relationship go from hella awkward to what it is now, haha! It’s really helped me as a writer round out my character :3 Thank you for sticking around with us <3

@twofoxesandasnake

K, I know we don’t write much together anymore, but I’ve still enjoyed all of our interactions, whether it be between our muses, or between us as muns. You’re a sweetheart, and I’ve enjoyed writing with all of your characters - all the way beginning with Kurama, and going through to Sasuke, Naruto, and Boruto. Whether it was crack, angst, or something in-between, writing with you has always been so much fun. Thank you for taking the time with us <3

@littlelilypetal

LILY-MUNNN. Oh my gosh, hun, like...where do I even begin xD First off it was so neat to meet another SasuHina shipper - they seemed to be a bit rare on my dash when we met! And then GOSH things just kinda snowballed out of control, haha! It’s been such a treat building up being friends, and then all of our shenanigans ic - SO MUCH COOLNESS and just...the whole nine yards. It was so cool to have someone to write the ALAS verse with - I dunno if I’ve ever said how much I enjoy and appreciate that. Thank you for being an awesome friend <3

@masterofwar

Phoenix, dahling, I miss ya! But I hope all’s well where you’re at, and that life’s treating you well! Even if we’ve not written in a while, I hope you know just how much I’ve ADORED all of our interactions - from long, thought-out threads, to silly crack asks and quips. Your muses are SUCH a delight, just like their mun! It’s been so enjoyable to see how they’ve meshed with my own little marshmallow, and seeing her get so very caught up in their webs x3 Thank you for so much fun and intrigue, my friend <3

@witheredblossom

Oh my gosh, Finn. Lemme start with just...how much praise I have for your Obito. Even before we had the guts to write with you, I’ve always adored how you write him. Even in the silly stuff xD You write beautifully, and you’re such a neat dude. I know I don’t hop into IMs or Discord NEARLY as much as I should but I hope you know how cool you are :3 And I’ve SO enjoyed this strange little dynamic between our muses. Every interaction just leaves her with more questions, and I love it x3 Thank you for sharing your writing with us <3

@quiet-kunoichi

Jaaaaaaaack, friendo! BOY am I glad I met you, like...gosh. You’re so sweet, you’re SUCH a talented writer, and I love your muse to pieces. She’s so dynamic, and interesting, and I’ve so enjoyed getting to know you and her both. Our threads, no matter how few or far between, have always been such a blast. And I can’t wait to write more with you once we both manage to sit down at the same time x’’D But I hope you know how much your friendship means to me, and how much I appreciate ya n_n Thank you for being my friend <3

...okay, I’m like 99% sure I’ve missed people, and I’m sUPER SORRY for anyone I have, but...even if I didn’t blubber at you, I hope all’y’all know how much we love and appreciate you all - and we wish you all a bright, calm, lovely year 2018, and we hope to see you guys and more as we make our way through it!

#sylvie speaketh [ ooc ]#gif #long post #OKAY THERE WE GO #FINALLY #I'M SORRY I'M SO SLOW #but i love you guys #and i hope y'all know that #and i hope this year's better than the last #y'all deserve the world <3 #also sorry for typos but #i can't look at this any more #i'll fix them later xD

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bigidiotenergy · 2 years ago

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Lucrezia learned very early in life that knowledge is power. Being the sole member of Celestri family that had tendencies towards education, the doors kept opening for her in life, that is, in the fields she chose. Only in the fields similar to her calling. Archaeologists and sylbolologists were the ones left under the dust of the academic society, quite literally if you consider the fact they always shoved their hands in the dirt to dig something ancient up.

However that was the wrong way to judge their profession. Without the knowledge and understanding of the things before us, there is no moving forward, no discovering the complete reason for it all.

And Lucrezia knew past contains much more than what ‘used to be’…it contained the forbidden, the hidden, the guarded. Information worth more than gold, more than Nobel prizes and pats on the back by your envious colleagues. So she kept digging, studying the languages that were not spoken for centuries, symbols that only a handful of people on this planet could understand. The ancient writings and drawings only remained on paper however, never did she witness the ‘real thing’, the magic it described. Little that she knew, one tortured by it has just knocked on her door.

Lucrezia set down one of her projects, a skull with carved hieroglyphs on its rotten teeth, and opened the door, staring at the man she did not know, and frankly, he looked terrible.

“ Can I help you? “

Politely did she ask, assuming he must had the wrong door.

rhis learned very early in life that knowing TOO MUCH only meant TROUBLE. for how old was he when he saw his first demon? slayed his first vampire? hell, even dropping out of high school in order to pursue a life that was meant for heroes. there were evils in this world left unturned. that those fortunate enough could go their whole lives turning a blind eye towards. that those fortunate enough could never experience losing so many people over, while no one else could ever understand WHY.

so. yeah. rhis doesn’t, and wouldn’t, understand why someone would WILLINGLY join the life he had retired from. knowing the death that followed, the suffering they were to endure. hell--- even if they didn’t know what lies ahead, he still doesn’t understand why people would keep digging. metaphorically and literally. to him, it’s all behind him. he knew what he did in the past and it still haunts him to this day. see, sometimes, the monsters? they’re not the ones getting hunted. sometimes the monsters are the ones doing the hunting, claiming it’s for the best.

it’s neither here nor there. it’s none of his business why someone is involved with this lifestyle. most he could ever tell them was to get out while they still could. that NOTHING was ever worth it. not even if it meant it could save more people at the end of the day.

that’s why he had searched for a way to stop sensing the supernatural long ago. sure, nothing ever turned up from it. hell, it being as RARE as it is, it’s a surprise if anyone else has the ability he does. but he hopes that at least his allergy to magic was something more heard of--- something that could be fixed. pills and other drugs could only do so much for him.

“uhhh... yeah. lu... crezia?” oh, wow. NEARLY forgot her name. “a lil’ birdy told me y’can help me out with somethin’.” ... that’s not ominous at all. see, if this was the reverse, he probably would have slammed the door in her face. and maybe she should do the same to him, given he’s... him. but it sure ain’t every day he reaches out to someone else for help. “uh... can i come in? s’a lil’ private.”

#fiendishinsanityinthewritten #RHIS. / threads.

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boomvagynamite · 7 years ago

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LONG POST BUT GOOD I THINK

Hello tumblr! I would like to take the time to explain some of this British/Irish politics stuff that is happening right now. I’m not an expert, but apparently neither is anyone else (including Theresa May), so I’m going to run down what I know, so that everyone who wants to understand can get up to speed (as much as I’m able to get you there). If anyone who is an expert wants to correct me or add anything then please, please do.

(Quick note: Remember that the UK is a country, but it also made of other countries including Northern Ireland.)

First, some history: Britain has had a very tumultuous relationship with Ireland basically forever. There’s a LOT to go over, so I’ll just kind of massively over-simplify and say that Ireland became a British colony and fought its way out until only 6 counties were undecided about being part of the UK.* Conflict known as The Troubles started in the ‘60s.

The Troubles: The counties of Northern Ireland consisted (and still consist) of a mixture of two key ideologies; those who considered themselves British (unionists), and those who considered themselves Irish (republicans).** The former, wanted Northern Ireland to stay as part of the UK, but the latter wanted Northern Ireland to rejoin the rest of Ireland as one sovereign state - they arguably settled into a kind of a ‘draw’*** in the 1920s. When the fighting began in the ‘60s, the republicans were, rightly, pissed that they were being discriminated against by the unionist authorities - they wanted to be treated fairly, and asking and then demanding it clearly wasn’t working, so they resorted to force. This kicked off thirty years of fighting, involving a variety of paramilitary groups, activists, Northern Irish police, politicians, and the British army. Thousands of people died (mostly civilians), and there was bombing throughout the UK. Eventually, after a lot of work, a peace-deal was brokered: The Good Friday Agreement (GFA).

The Good Friday Agreement: In order to bring an end to the both the fighting, but also the state-sponsored discrimination that started it, a contract was brought up between the republicans and the unionists. It’s pretty complex, but some key points are these:

A forced coalition of republicans and unionists must run the country

The majority of people want to stay in the United Kingdom but there are loooads who want to be part of Ireland: If there is ever a time when this switches, and the majority wants to unite with the Republic of Ireland, then the UK is bound to allow it.

(A reason this is so groundbreaking is because Britain had never before recognised that both these ideas were totally legitimate)

Key to this contract is the concept of ‘impartiality’. To properly manage a country with such distinct and opposing viewpoints, you have to be emphatically impartial between the two (and the legitimacy of both viewpoints therefore implicit). This is why the forced coalition is so important.

That was in 1998, and Northern Ireland has pretty much been peaceful ever since (there is the odd bombing every now and then) but obviously it’s kind of part of the whole deal that the two sides will never see eye-to-eye completely. Unfortunately...

Recent UK political history: I won’t go into too much detail, but basically the Conservative party were having a bit of a power struggle and David Cameron (the Prime Minister at the time) decided to sort it out by saying he’d hold a referendum about whether the UK should be part of the EU. And in 2016, he kind of had to follow through with that. It was a dumb decision with no forethought whatsoever, and the discussions around it were of the same ilk. Anyway, as we all know, without any idea what would happen once the decision was made, the UK slightly voted to Leave more than to Remain (this is known as Brexit because of course it is a dumb name like that). David Cameron resigned because whoops, and we got Theresa May - we didn’t get to vote for her or anything, we just got her.

This year, she decided she wanted a more firm support to go into Brexit negotiations with Europe, so she called a snap election. Elections are typically every 5 years and our last one was only in 2015, so it was early. LITTLE DID SHE KNOW, good old Jeremy Corbyn (who I could talk about at length as well but I won’t) and his Labour crew brought their A-Game, and destroyed the Tories as much as they could without actually winning the election.

Basically, Britain has a dumb system called ‘first-past-the-post’. The gist of it is as follows: Each political party has their own leader, and that leader becomes the prime minister if their party wins. When you go to vote, you vote for a local MP for your constituency (or local area) representing his or her party and that counts towards the national wins - or seats - of that party. For example, you might vote for a local Labour candidate and, if that Labour candidate wins, their seats are added to the Labour party seats to see whether or not the country wants them doing a good rule of the whole place. To have a strong mandate, i.e. to be large-and-in-chaaarge, a political party has to get a ‘majority government’ - this is defined as winning 326 seats. If they don’t get that, they must form a coalition with another party to pick up the seats that they’re missing - this tends to be the biggest party teaming up with one of the much smaller ones. In 2010 nobody got enough seats****, and the Tories took over from the Labour party by getting the Lib Dems into a coalition with them; then they somehow got even more control in the 2015 election by getting a majority government on their own little leggies (no Lib Dems required).

In this election, again, no party got enough seats - so the Tories had to try and get a coalition going. But there was a problem! All the other parties they could turn to, had said they would absolutely not form a coalition with them. WHAT TO DO? Well, remember we were talking about Northern Ireland earlier...

I KEEP THINKING I’M NEAR THE END AND THEN MORE INFORMATION IS HAPPENING: Northern Ireland has for a while been run by a coalition between the Democratic Unionist Party (DUP) and Sinn Féin. The former is unionist (obviously); the latter is republican. This had been going pretty well, till something called the Renewable Heat Incentive (RHI). This was a system to help businesses move towards renewable energy sources, thereby reducing UK carbon emissions. Essentially, businesses were given subsidies to change their heating methods over from non-renewable sources. But it was done in a shambolic way - people were basically being paid to just have their heat on aaaall the time, and there was no cap on subsidies so they could just heat their way to an unethical, but apparently perfectly legal, fortune. SCANDAL HAPPENED when it was revealed that this whole thing was going to cost Northern Ireland huuuundreds of millions of pounds and also look what a hash job everyone has done. Arlene Foster, leader of the DUP was asked to stand down while an enquiry happened but she refused and, in protest, the leader of Sinn Féin (Martin McGuinness) resigned from his post (and then subsequently resigned from the party and then died). Sinn Féin refused to put someone else forward to lead their half of the coalition, so Arlene Foster couldn’t lead either! Northern Ireland, therefore, had to have an election even though they had JUST HAD ONE in 2016. So they had another in March and the unionists headed into shaky ground - they lost a whole lot of seats, so only had one more than Sinn Féin. Sinn Féin continued to demand that Arlene Foster step down, and Arlene Foster continued to refuse, meaning they still couldn’t form a government. They were given a deadline to form one, or they would be put under Direct Rule (this means Westminster taking over running Northern Ireland), which is NOT IDEAL considering. (Also Brexit is happening!!! Ireland is part of Europe!!! The Northern Irish border with Ireland is a sensitive thing!!! Nobody talked about this during Brexit and they’re all fucking idiots!!!) The deadline passed, so they extended the deadline... And then Theresa May called a national election! WHAT A CLEVER CLOGS. This fucking idiot called an election in the most unstable time in Northern Ireland since the fucking ‘90s. Northern Ireland now has to go back to the polls once again! So they push back the deadline some more and then the election happens and GUESS FUCKING WHAT...

CLUSTERFUCK: Theresa May, a monumental shitshower of idiocy, doesn’t have enough seats to run the country, and nobody wants to team up with her horrible party, and now she’s fucked! But WAIT, what about the party that is embroiled in a corruption scandal and is currently unable to run its own country? That’s a good idea. Let’s get them involved. Theresa May and the DUP decide to join up.

Now. Remember a little thing from nearer the beginning of this stupidly long post: The Good Friday Agreement? The culmination of years of peace-process discussions after and through decades of war and terror? The thing the relies on an impartial government? How impartial is the Tories getting in bed with the DUP - the unionists? Not very impartial, if you don’t mind me saying. So now not only is Northern Ireland in a mess over the Cash for Ash scandal, and unable to run itself, but ALSO Theresa May is shitting all over the only real thing that’s kept the peace for nearly 20 years. And we still don’t know what’s happening with the Ireland/NI border! And we still have a deadline for a NI government to be sorted out! And the official plan for when that doesn’t happen is Direct Rule! And you can’t possibly run Direct Rule with one of the coalition parties that is refusing to run the fucking country! And Direct Rule is kind of kryptonite for GFA anyway! IT’S A FUCKING LUDICROUS, ILLEGAL, DANGEROUS MESS.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

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*That’s not exactly what happened. Ireland was colonised, fought for home rule (which is like being in charge of their area, while still be a British colony), and was partitioned in the 1920s because lots of people in these few Northern counties wanted to be ruled by the British government. The Irish Free State was created soon after, and Northern Ireland had the option to be part of that as well, but their government decided nah.

**This divide invariably fell along Protestant vs Catholic lines which lots of wilfully ill-informed British people will tell you is all the fighting was about. Actually there is a very long history related to this divide, which involved purposeful subjugation of Catholics in Ireland, to the point that the Irish Potato Famine could be considered attempted genocide of Irish Catholics by the British (protestants).

***Northern Ireland has since had the right to leave the UK if that’s what its people want, but that hasn’t happened and... Well, read on.

****This is known as a ‘hung parliament’. Hung parliaments do not happen a lot. there was one in 2010, as detailed above, and I think the one last before that was way back in the ‘70s.

#british politics #DUP #Theresa May #general election #ge2017 #history #politics #DUP coalition #Brexit #David Cameron

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pupperking · 8 years ago

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All of them. Suffer.

Unusual AsksSpotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Pandora and SoundCloud I fuckin hate Spotify is your room messy or clean?atm messy but I usually keep it really clean I've just been bustwhat color are your eyes?hazeldo you like your name? why?I didnt really for awhile but ive like, come to terms with it and it has cool nicknames I can go by so its alrightwhat is your relationship status? sufferdescribe your personality in 3 words or lessovervearing, tired, loudwhat color hair do you have?naturally its brown but its dyed maroonish right nowwhat kind of car do you drive? color?2001 2-door Ford Ranger, its maroon but my dad spray painted the hood black so I get to live with thatwhere do you shop?just like the mall in general i dont really go specific places I just explorehow would you describe your style? comfortable but not trashy "im wearing my pajamas in public" u knofavorite social media accountmy tumblr bc its got some cool peoplewhat size bed do you have?fullany siblings?I have a brother who's 13 years older than meif you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?On a several acre farm with good weather bc I could grow lots of plants and have so many dogsfavorite snapchat filter? I really like the one with the starsfavorite makeup brand(s)I dont wear makeuphow many times a week do you shower?everyday cause Im not nasteyfavorite tv show?just started watching shameless so thatshoe size?10 1/2 or 11 in womenshow tall are you?5'8"sandals or sneakers? barefootdo you go to the gym? nopedescribe your dream datea naphow much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?zero dollars and zero centswhat color socks are you wearing? grey and purplehow many pillows do you sleep with?one or twodo you have a job? what do you do? i fuckin wishhow many friends do you have? idk I'm pretty friendly with most people I have like 5 really close friends thowhats the worst thing you have ever done? felonys I guesswhats your favorite candle scent? theres this fabled yankee candle ive yet to find called music room and thats my fav even though Ive not smelled it3 favorite boy namescasey, Aleksandr, Marcus3 favorite girl namesQuinn, Larissa, Olivefavorite actor? Johnny Depp bc he's attractive thats my only reasonfavorite actress? th chick who played Junkwho is your celebrity crush?dont really have onefavorite movie? Little Miss Sunshinedo you read a lot? whats your favorite book? YeS, the Perks of Being a Wallflowermoney or brains? brains they can get money if they have thatdo you have a nickname? what is it? Randi or Mira, or my moms favorite, Miranda the Pandahow many times have you been to the hospital?in the past year alone 3 timetop 10 favorite songsthis is such a hard question here we gothis trap remix i found of pure immagination, Thom, you suck charlie, distance, strawberry, big bird, GBD Out, caroline, again, and this one song by message to bearsdo you take any medications daily? yea for my allergieswhat is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)somewhere in the middlewhat is your biggest fear? the dark, but really whats in the dark, how many kids do you want? zero kids are disgustingwhats your go to hair style?just leaving it downwhat type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) medium sized i guesswho is your role model? dont have onewhat was the last compliment you received?someone told me they liked my earings a couple days agowhat was the last text you sent?it was a game request for 8 ball poolhow old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?like 6what is your dream car? a cool ass mustangeopinion on smoking?dontdo you go to college? ive taken college classes but Im not in college, still doin high schoolwhat is your dream job? a profesional musicianwould you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? ruraldo you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? nodo you have freckles? on my shouldersdo you smile for pictures?depends, sometimes i do, sometimes i make faceshow many pictures do you have on your phone? i didnt realise until you made me look but i have 642 and thats a lothave you ever peed in the woods? ye on a fishin trip as a kiddodo you still watch cartoons? yupdo you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?mcdsFavorite dipping sauce? i dontwhat do you wear to bed? a really big tshirt, sometimes long pants if its coldhave you ever won a spelling bee?nopewhat are your hobbies?plants and musiccan you draw? not really but i like todo you play an instrument?yes 5 i love band and music aHwhat was the last concert you saw? i saw someone perform at usf dont remember muchtea or coffee?coffeeStarbucks or Dunkin Donuts?dunkin im a loyal customerdo you want to get married?maybe but probably notwhat is your crush’s first and last initial?cw like the channellare you going to change your last name when you get married? who knowswhat color looks best on you? red used to before i died my hair now it clashes and i have trouble dressing myselfdo you miss anyone right now? yeedo you sleep with your door open or closed?closeddo you believe in ghosts?yupwhat is your biggest pet peeve? people who interject with stupid shitlast person you called`Ms Faith Bakerfavorite ice cream flavor? cookies and creamregular oreos or golden oreos? regular last week i ate threepacks by myself help mechocolate or rainbow sprinkles? no ewhat shirt are you wearing? a very old linkin park shirtwhat is your phone background?plantsare you outgoing or shy?both? depends on hmthe peopledo you like it when people play with your hair?yupdo you like your neighbors? the guy to our left is an old misoginistic racist white dude and i cant wait for him to die but the lady to my right came here from columbia and i love her shes a giftdo you wash your face? at night? in the morning?in mornin yeahave you ever been high? yehave you ever been drunk? yelast thing you ate? icecream & brownies togetherfavorite lyrics right now" And I know rhis wont last forever, but goddamn it feels like forever since we've been together, 'til we'll be together again"summer or winter? bothday or night? night but only if im insidedark, milk, or white chocolate? dark and milk fuck white chocolate nastiesr shitfavorite month? octoberwhat is your zodiac signtauruswho was the last person you cried in front of? my mom

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spectrumscribe · 7 years ago

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one, two, step-

@rhi-draws-things three million years ago drew me my goatsona (goat persona) for my DnD group, and i was supposed to give her something in exchange, so uh sorry i’m late Rhi but here’s a Thing that i hope you like.

set in/based on Rhi’s excellent tmnt 2012 Fusion AU. an alternate universe where mutants have the ability to fuse with other mutants and also humans. its v good trust me.

Borne out of habit and repetition, there’s eventually a day that Mikey wanders into the barn specifically just to see Donnie, because he’s got nothing else to do and no one else he wants to talk with. Not that he really wants to talk, what with a weight of aimless uselessness sitting in his chest and a snarl of unhappy emotions waiting to spark into a right storm. He just needs… something. Something to do, someone to see who isn’t anyone inside the farmhouse.

Of course, Donnie is about as welcoming as he ever is these days. Crookedly slouched, absolute intensity on his work, no room for niceties or kindness. Just steely determination to fix things.

Donnie has been like that since they got here, and even worse since he diagnosed Leo’s coma as one that could be indefinite. Mikey has seen only scarce glimpses of his older brother, since Donnie can’t figure out how to sit still longer than passing out on the couch for a few hours. It’s a little weird, seeing Donnie behave so much like Mikey sometimes does. Honestly, it’s disconcerting, and it gives away just how really upset Donnie probably is about Leo, and their father, and everything.

It makes him a right asshole to talk with, too.

Mikey says hello anyway, and rolls his eyes at the curt greeting he gets in return, as well as the “go away, Mikey, I’m busy,” that follows right after.

“You sure you’re busy? Not just obsessively working on shit ‘cause you’re neurotic as hell?” Mikey needles, leaning on the desk beside Donnie and hoping to maybe start a good bicker. His brother doesn’t even look up.

“Mmm,” is all Donnie grunts. Oh, so he’s regressed to monosyllables? Nice.

Mikey pokes Donnie’s shoulder. His brother shrugs it sharply and keeps working. Mikey just about rolls his eyes out of his skull.

“Skill testing question: when was the last time you stood up, and if that number is not below five hours ago, how much feeling have you lost in your lower half at this point?”

“Mgh.”

“That answer just fills me with new knowledge, really. I feel all warm and tingly and shit. I might write a thesis paper on it.”

“Go away, Mikey.”

Mikey sighs loudly, pushing away from the table dramatically. “Look, I’m bored as fuck, so not I’m leavin’ until you stand up and at least attempt to take care of yourself.”

“I’m fine,” Donnie says, even though his voice is rough and his eyes bloodshot. Mikey frowns, watching his brother’s steady fingers keep working at the helmet-thing for April. Though his hands move fluidly, Mikey sees a serious slump of exhaustion to Donnie’s shoulders.

And not even a herd of wild horses could drag Donnie off to bed, not while Leo’s still asleep and Donnie has work he apparently has to do, even though he needed a break like, forever ago. Mikey knows his brother well enough to know no matter what he says… nothing is going to make Donnie go and actually take care of himself right now.

Desire for a good mock fight evaporates in Mikey, and he’s left feeling worn out again.

Mikey sighs to himself, watching his brother try to single-mindedly solve everyone’s problems in one go. A part of him is kind of jealous of Donnie’s sheer determination and near compulsion- at least he has goals, and drive to do meet those goals. Mikey has energy to burn, but nowhere to aim it on this stupid farmland. Playing with chickens and cooking meals only keeps him entertained for so long, but right now that’s all he knows how to do. Everything else is outside his capabilities.

Mikey misses home, misses their friends, misses their missing father and things being easy, at least sometimes. They’re all cooped up in the farmhouse together right now- him, Donnie, Raph and Casey and April- and yet it feels like there’s distance between them all, so long as the gap Leo left remains open.

Mikey’s lonely, honestly, and he knows his brother probably is too. Unwillingness to actually talk that out doesn’t erase it from being a thing.

Donnie has no energy to keep this endless workhorse drudgery up anymore. Mikey has too much energy to handle and not a single task left to spend it on. Neither of them is willing yet to actually talk about all the horrible stuff sitting inside them, but they’re both in serious need of closeness with someone, because this isolation feels like it could kill.

And then Mikey nearly smacks himself upside the head. There’s an easy solution to all of this.

“Hey, Donnie?”

“Mm? What.”

“Turn around.”

“What? No I’m working-”

Mikey grabs the back of Donnie’s chair and spins him around. Donnie barely lets go of his tools in time, unwillingly rounding with a scowl in place and his mouth already open to scold.

“Fuse with me,” Mikey says seriously, and Donnie’s mouth clicks shut.

“…why?” Donnie asks, giving Mikey a suspicious look. Mikey grins, grabbing his hand.

“Do it and you’ll understand,” He says cryptically, just to annoy Donnie, and hauls his brother out of the seat he’s probably been in for the last ten hours. Donnie stumbles, blinking rapidly and muttering about hypoglycemic attacks and the chances of him passing out mid fusion dance. Mikey ignores Donnie’s grumblings, and artfully corrals his brother into the dance.

Donnie drags his feet at first, annoyed and clearly at the end of his science-‘til-I-drop binge, but Mikey feels a tingle start in tips of his fingers as they fall into sync. It spreads up his hands and arms, from his toes up his legs- fluttering and warm and making him feel lighter than air. There are hints of sadder things, of heavy hearted emotions and pain, and those feelings from Donnie are evenly matched by Mikey’s. Neither of them is okay, neither of them is willing to talk about it. Not yet.

Fusion removes the need to talk.

Mikey laughs in surprise as Donnie abruptly spins him, his brother abruptly throwing himself 100% into the effort to fuse, and there’s Donnie’s familiar laugh; something Mikey hasn’t heard in weeks since they arrived at the farmhouse. It’s creaky in places but its real, and it makes a bubbly feeling burst in Mikey’s chest.

They spin together, drawing close as their feet slide and tap in perfect sync- they’re at opposite ends of the scale nine times out of ten, and then there’s times like this, where it’s all ease of movement and simple knowledge that the other knows the exact step they’re going to take next- where everything just makes clear perfect sense, and there’s no falter in their communication at all.

They’re the B-team for a reason, and it’s not just because their older brothers are sometimes jerks and get too easily exasperated with their eccentricities. It’s because they sometimes just click.

Donnie actually smiles, and it’s like months of stress lift from his eyes just with that expression, and Mikey mirrors the toothy grin with all the sincerity he’s got in him. It overpowers all the twisty awful emotions he’d had before this, and Mikey finally feels nothing but okay.

Donnie obviously feels the same, laughing freely as they dance, and against the echo-y rafters of the barn and mixed with the smell of old wood and hay and substances Mikey couldn’t even name- it’s amazing sounding, and it draws more exhilarated laughter out of Mikey.

Step, step, and twirl- they crash together in a burst of feelings and understanding and unconditional familial affection and love-

-and Monnie opens his eyes, all three of them feeling significantly less achy and awful than Donnie’s had, and from a much higher perspective above the ground. He yawns, feeling the urge to go and sleep off the fading exhaustion one part of him has, but the burbling energy the other half provides gives boost to the absolute determination he possesses, and then he doesn’t need to anymore.

Stretching his four arms above his head and behind his back, Monnie sighs happily as strength and vigor erases aches and cramps from bending over a desk and bedside. Good fucking god, why didn’t he do this hours ago, if not days? Weeks, he could have done this weeks ago, rather than sit around feeling miserable and tired and aimless and too wired to sleep at all. Why didn’t he? Everything is so much easier to handle now that he’s fused.

Both sides of him respond that it’s because he’s two parts of dysfunctional individuals with communication problems. Monnie tells himselves to fuck off.

He glances at the now very short table all of Donnie’s projects are scattered across, and finds a dozen new solutions popping into his head now that he’s got a fresh streak of creativity to add to the genius’s, and all the knowledge needed to articulate, refine, and execute the ideas. The daunting tasks of medical, mechanical, and economical problem solving are much less stressful, now that he’s got a thrum of excitement in his chest and broader perspective.

Of course… a repressed part of one half is calling to the restless part of the other half, demanding to be outside in the sun and getting his blood pumping. Part of him has been cooped up in this barn for weeks, and it makes the other halve jittery just to experience secondhanded. Monnie feels it thirdhanded and he understands both sides of the equation.

“I need to finish this, though,” Monnie mutters to himself, picking up his tools and the helmet and examining them, as well as absently starting to rearrange the desk into a manner that suits all him instead of just one half of him. He really does have so many things to get done- so many things, jeez- but the sun is warm and the wind is sweet and part of him recalls a very lovely climbing tree not far from the farm.

Admittedly, Monnie is as determinedly focused as he is impulse and whim driven. He needs to get work done, but he also needs to get out and stretch and re-fucking-lax, Donnie, you’re tying yourself up in knots like this-

-I know what I’m doing-

-wrecking your posture is what you’re doing-

-like you’re one to-

-talk, slouching so-

-much of the time over-

-videogames-

-desks-

Monnie shakes his head, quieting the brief squabble with himselves. His fusion remains solid despite the bickering, which is nice since it’s been ages since he was himself, and while he has occasional scattering days where a lot of messy and painful feelings make his emotions and opinions invert and turn sharp and terrible and hating, aimed at himself and himselves and everything- Monnie really, really does love himself a lot. Even if he finds bits of himselves annoying at times.

He’s made of two halves that click just right, sometimes, despite being such laughable opposites in so many ways, a perfect mix of them both… and that topic of thought leads Monnie to an idea.

“…strike a balance!” He tells himself triumphantly, setting down his tools and projects. “One- two- one hour of hiking, and then work for a few more, and then dinner prep and another walk? Yeah, that seems fair.”

Both parts of him are in total agreement that being away from the farmhouse will be good; getting away from the oppressive silence and failure that lingers in the upstairs levels, choking and painful to even think on. That will ease the continuous worrying Leo’s coma causes for everyone.

Which Monnie isn’t going to do, because he has a tree to climb and a forest to explore with new eyes and so very many things to accomplish after that.

Monnie steps away from the desk, humming pleasantly to himself an aimless but upbeat tune as he walks towards the barn doors. They open easy as anything for him- he has twice the strength of either side of him- and Monnie is bathed in the hot afternoon sun as he steps out.

The wind is sweet, the more indoors-y half of him finds delightedly, and he laughs to himself as he squints up at the blue, blue sky. It really is such a lovely day, and being himself makes it seem even lovelier.

Raph is on the porch currently, fiddling with what looks like his sketchbook, and staring at Monnie with something between exasperation and confusion. Monnie waves cheerily, and turns the motion into a quadruple flipoff as he absconds from the farmhouse lawn. Raph had been snappish and unpleasant to Mikey this morning when he just tried to say hi, and Monnie feels absolutely justified in flipping his brother off and explaining nothing of why he’s fused.

The forest welcomes him and the jaunty steps he takes speed up as it does. The trees are taller and thicker than anywhere in NYC, a hundred birds and small animals are just nearby, and the earthy rich scent of everything speaks to a nearly buried part of his brain.

It feels wonderful. The tug of duty and responsibility and guilt and love remains, tying Monnie to the farmhouse despite how much he just wants to run and run and never look back, but he lets none of those things seize hold of him.

Monnie will go home later, finish projects and make dinner for everyone- later. For now, he has a tree to climb.

#rhi-draws-things #Donatello #michelangelo #b-team babes #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #Fusion AU #Monnie is a cutie #shame i didn't get to include how unstable his temper can be sometimes #oh well #that's for another time #My writing #man i owed this forever ago rhi i'm so sorry for being late #inspiration is Hard and writing is Harder and i get distracted so easily #glad i finally got this done #hope you like it <3

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