#I always have to stop myself bc I’m like

[chef-lamoree]

(ooc: omg it you !!!) *Vince stepped hesitantly into the Bistro, steps unsure and weary. This wasn't the Vince you knew, but he acted similarly enough that if he didn't look so different you could very well just call him your Vince. What made him so clearly different is his scars. The burn scarring raging all over his neck, face and arms, though the ones on his arms have been hidden by a shirt.* Is this.. what I think it is..? *He mutters to himself* *He sees Rody and confirms his thoughts* Oh- uhm hi? Y-you're a chef, right? Chef Lamoree? *He offers his hand hesitantly* I knew that if I found the Vince from your world well it was only a matter of time before- *The Matches. He see the matches, the same ones that Rody had once used to burn down his Bistro. The same ones that had scarred him and well.. Rody- and he just simply fiddled with them, casually..* A-ah.. *he pulls back his hand* W-why.. do you have.. matches, sir? -Vincent🔪💔🖤(ooc: :00!! @ear-enjoyer-vince haii!!)

[ rody flipped the match box around in his hand , holding it with his thumb and middle finger . The feeling of it hitting his hand repeatedly seemed to cause him to zone out , his face blank and resting ; no usual wide eyes and big smile . however he quickly snapped his attention to Vincent , this Vincent , the second he entered . ]

[ thought his only eyes opened wider and his (vaguely forced) smile only returned to his face he watched as Vincent approached . Rody continued to fidget with the match back , sliding the compartment that held the matches out and back inside over and over again .]

[ Chef lamoree knew this wasn’t the Vincent from his timeline , that was obvious . The burn scars and that look in his eyes gave that away instantly . Rody wasn’t that good in talking most times , but he was good at watching .. when he felt like it . Cause most times he doesn’t care enough to pay attention to little details.. he guesses he’s just …intrigued ? Vincent and his other versions cause he’s sure he’s never payed attention to anybody else this closely ,,, well maybe one person . ]

“ yep ! chef lamoree , that’s me ! “

[ he smiles big and wide at vincent , showing off his teeth . Intentional or not it was a little threatening considering this Vincent had already gone through the events of his timeline and knew how it ended (for the most part) ]

[ rody stopped fidgeting with the match box when he saw Vincent reach his hand out for a hand shake , though right when he was about to go and shake the man’s hand ; Vincent pulled his hand away .]

[ Rody’s gaze flicked up from his hand to look at Vincent’s face , he tilted his head to the side ; smile faltering just a little .]

“ hm ? Something the matter ?”

[ he stared at Vincent with a curious look , however it still felt vaguely threatening with how he held the matches in his hand .]

[ rody continued to stare at vincent , he hadn’t realized he’d stopped smiling entirely . Though he quickly realized this after hearing Vincent’s question , he straightened up and brought his grin back ]

“ why do i — .. ohh , sorry don’t mean to scare you or anything ! Having something in my hands to mess around with helps me focus ‘s all .”

“ and there’s no need to call me sir , just rody is fine — or chef .. or chef lamoree . Whatever is fine !”

[ he smiled at vincent , one of his more genuine ones . Sure he was lying just a little , but it wasn’t that big of a lie . He did use the matches to help him focus . ]

[ but it was also cause rody really enjoyed fire .]

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

ok i need to get over this fast so maybe if i put it into the world it will go away

[mori-no-majou]

so we’ve established by now that we’ve all acquired an inner Senshi that tells us to eat properly and an inner Chilchuck that tells us to be mindful of our rights in the workplace, but what about Laios and Marcille? their self-care schticks are a little bit more abstract than the other two, so I’m curious as to what everyone’s learning from them

[gayalanwake]

sorry if I become extra annoying im kinda tweaking over being on my own for the first time sooooo I might let myself become extra indulgent 💔💔💔

[jemmo]

you’re telling me p’aof gave us a first kiss on a rooftop AGAIN and i can’t watch it until tonight?!!???!!!

[scionshtola]

you would think after knowing me for 30 years my parents would know that i do not in fact like being told about plans 2 hours before they are happening with the assumption that i am coming and yet. all the time.

[lemonynuggets]

My friend told me happy birthday bc it’s Basil’s birthday today and the euphoria I felt…

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

I feel such joy to know ppl & hear them share things with me. Looooove having friends and picking their brains, I really should do it more often than I do now tbh

[sanchoyo]

haven’t been on much bc my dog has been sick :( between seizures and an infected tooth we’ve been having a Time trying to get everything fixed (this started around the holidays so our vet has been very booked up…we have been like 3-4 times in the past 4-5 weeks OTL does not help it’s like an hour drive there, so that’s been exhausting) now his new seizure meds are making him sick (was hoping it was like, just an adjustment period thing but he’s been sick for a week and having concerning symptoms…) if I’m not on a ton or slow to replying to messages it’s bc I’m working as much overtime as my job will give me bc Vet Expensive and mentally drained obvi 😞

[cicadasides]

wrote a synopsis for a novel last night and today i’m gonna work on expanding that into an outline :3

[transmechanicus]

“I’ll be fine i just need to uhhhhhhh idk kill” but like…what if i did haha

[dangerous-advantage]

if you’re in the rise fandom and see this:

go read “all the ashes in my wake” by @crows-murder right now.

(yes, that is an order, and yes, pun intended.)

this post serves as a fic rec, but mainly to let me gush about how much i love this fic without filling up the author’s inbox with a small dissertation (/joking).

for the fic rec part:

leo. cursed. ella enchanted type cursed.

if you have any interest at all in absolutely phenomenal angst, clever writing with a style that’s easy to follow and smooth as butter, on-point characterization and dynamics, and basically anything you could ever ask for of a rise fic,

go. read. this. fic. right. now.

(that said, i am now going to ramble about my specific thoughts concerning the fic and it’s plot, so. possible spoilers beyond this point?)

there have been a growing number of fics in this “sub-genre” of the rise fandom involving a character (generally leo) getting cursed, and then facing off against angsty odds that make you go, “oh. oh, shit.” (/positive)

these curses also tend to involve the phases of the moon in some way, which i think is a very fun and interesting trend

i’ve enjoyed all of the fics that i’ve read which fit into this, but this particular fic may be my favorite yet

it follows a simple formula, neatly tying the a plot (the curse stuff) and the b plot (leo’s conflict with leadership and the strain it’s putting on his relationships) into a neat little bow.

while the idea of leo getting “ella enchanted” is fun on its own, it’s doubly important to the plot and the characterization, as it forces him to have to fix one problem to address the other.

in the first chapter, the author constructs the roots to this, by contrasting leo’s wily, independent nature against the inevitable conflict that will stifle his attempts to act on it.

watching him brush his brothers off, make his own choices and go off on his own, builds this wonderful sense of tension. it hooks you — what’s going to happen when that string is cut?

it plays perfectly into the underlying conflict. leo needs to find a way to overcome his fears of leading the team, or else the rift between him and his team will only continue to widen.

so what does the narrative do? it forces him into a position where he is no longer gets to choose.

this incapacitation is a powerful tool, not only because of the external force of the curse, but also that it plays off of the weaknesses of his character.

this isn’t something that he can just handwave, or take care of on his own. it’s a situation where he needs to ask for help.

but this is leo we’re talking about. of course he isn’t going to go to his brothers about this, or even tell them! but by hiding it and trying to fix it himself, he ends up caught in a deadlock of his own making.

and since it doesn’t look like he’s going to get over himself very soon, it seems more likely that he’ll end up cornered in a very sticky situation indeed (something which i am very much looking forward to seeing, if that is the plan).

it’s genius! to fix his problems with the curse, he has to address his issues with his family first.

my attempts to sound smarter than i actually am aside (/lighthearted), i am so glad this fic is addressing the conflict between raph and leo. not only that, but in a way that feels true to their characters.

unlike other iterations of the tmnt, the roles here are reversed. it’s not the stolid abs responsible leader pitted against the broody loner who wants to be leader, but isn’t the right fit.

it’s rise!raph, who cares about his little brother and wants to support him, and rise!leo who, on some level, doubts his own ability in this new role on the team — to be anything more than “the face man.”

it’s not often where you come across a fic where the a plot and the b plot are equally engaging, but this is one of those rare cases where everything just works. it’s like i’m witnessing the first steps of some great machine, meticulously crafted, a hundred disparate parts working in tandem.

in the third chapter, the angst just works. the pay-off there feels so real, because you get it. you relate to this character. when raph is there, waiting up for him, you know shit’s about to go down. you can feel it.

if the necklace (and therefore the curse) acted as both a narrative device and catalyst, leo’s swords represent the other side of that: the last bit of freedom he has left in this godawful situation.

they’re the last bit of freedom, his only hope of escape. raph taking them (or, rather, leo being compelled to surrender them) has just glorious undertones in the narrative as a whole.

if you were to consider the katanas a representation of leo’s autonomy, it makes sense why him being forced to give them up hits that much harder.

not only is it a tense situation, where leo is fighting back but ultimately unable to overcome the curse, it cements this underlying feeling of helplessness the author has been seeding since the chapter previous.

now that we’re here, with both the a plot and b plot coming into direct confrontation with what leo wants, we recognize that leo cannot continue how he is.

sure, he’ll keep on fighting it (abs i am very much looking forward to seeing how that goes), but this is the point where we know, there is no escaping.

leo is now truly stuck. without his katanas, fubdibg the necklace to break the curse on his own is basically impossible.

and he recognizes this.

leo’s characterization throughout this fic has been some of the best in the business. he’s smart, witty, independent, calculating — probably one of, if not the best true-to-character representations of rise!leo thats i’ve seen so far.

(absolutely phenomenal job there, i cannot stress this point enough.)

in fact, all of the characters in this fic are so well-written? i’m already seeing roots for character development within casey sr. (which i am so here for, oh my gods you don’t even know), and you can’t help but be invested in all of these relationships

we’re constantly being reminded of the emotional conflict, how much of a strain it’s putting on the relationships, not just between raph and leo, but between all of them.

leo sees this, understands something has to change, but feels paralyzed by what that could mean. for him, and his family.

not to beat the metaphorical dead horse, but that scene after leo surrenders his katanas abs flees back to his room? damn. i felt that on a visceral level.

being so tired, so miserable, so helpless, when a part of you knows you’re being irrational, but having your own pride and fear get in the way of that?

not to project all over these characters or whatever, but fuck. it feels like this was written to call out me, specifically (/j /lh)

and urgh! the detail work in this is incredible!

maybe i’m just a slut for somewhat contrived narratives, and definitely contrived foreshadowing, but the way it’s done in this fic comes off as so clean and organized.

it’s like... weaving threads in a tapestry. you can see where the connect, though you’re not quite sure where they’re going, until you can step back abs look at the picture as a whole.

it genuinely feels masterful in some places, like, mother of god, leave some talent for the rest of us!! (/lighthearted)

i could probably keep talking about this forever, but i do have other responsibilities i should be taking care of, and i kind of want to reread the three chapters that are out (as of writing this) again.

who knows, maybe i’ll revisit this in the future, when i have a better basis and understanding of the underlying themes here.

for now, dear author (if you are, for some reason, reading this),i hope you don’t mind my pretentious and meandering thoughts and/or assumptions. you’ll probably see me again, gushing in your comment sections. yours is just the kind of fic that deserves to be gushed about.

[floral-hex]

One of my brothers is moving away to college today + I have to skip therapy, so it’s a lot of… a lot. a lot.

[barley-st-band]

hey does anyone know how we’re supposed to survive it all. asking for a friend

[seventh-district]

several days and 15 thousand words later, i am relieved to report that the suffocating urge to Write Something has been sated and no longer has me in a chokehold

[steviescrystals]

considering like 80% of the conversations i have with my dad are about all the concerts i go to and all the ones he went to when he was younger i’m kind of shocked it’s taken this long for us to go to one together