#I got lost in the symbolisms OOPSIE

[greypetrel]

9, 15, 48 for both gals! :]

Hello Laya!! Thank you so much :3 The last one had me thinking LOL, I'll keep her first because it's shorter, the rest under the cut!

Tis the prompt list

48. A color, flower, animal, and weather to describe Rook:

Priscilla:

Colour: Electric pink Animal: Secretarybird Flower: Bougainvillea (passion, liveliness, life experiences) Weather: Sunny summer day

Niamh:

Colour: Periwinkle Animal: Goshawk Flower: Lupine (hunger for life, imagination, renewal) Weather: Misty sunrise

9. What is Rook like on the battlefield?

Priscilla: She's steadfast and as per her usual, a primadonna. Even on a battlefield, you will notice her. She's eye-catching, tall and broad, a flashy armour and a gold-plaqued shield with gemstones. You also notice her because she's charging you, but so you can admire her fashion choices from up close and die looking at something pretty. She fights on first line, has nice footwork, but prefers to be a bit slower and defend with her shield. Shield she'll use often and with pleasure to bash the enemy. Launch to hit an enemy that got too close to her friends. She tends to put herself in first position and tank. Partly because she's more used to fight on her own than in a group, partly because she can take a hit, she's paid to take a hit. Let her take that hit and give it back. There's some playfulness in her style, she smiles and laughs. If there's a joy to be found in a fight, she always finds it. She definitely is playing to win, tho.

Niamh: Papa told her to stay on the line and study her surroundings, first. "Work smarter, Nee, not harder". And that's what she did. She learnt in the Fade that papa was right, it's always better to know where you move and your enemy. She keeps silent, attacks you from afar, at first. Her fireballs are big and flashy, burns hot, but she's not very precise. Usually, it labels her as the weak link in the group, the easy one to get rid of. Except. Except, the scowling puppy was waiting for you to get in a better position to throw a meteor on your head. No need to be precise if you're causing a big crater. Oh, and she learnt to corrupt the ground from Emmrich. You manage to escape those? Oh that's good! You also managed to dodge the people protecting her? Good for you! A pity that aunt Radha, aunt Sera, and newly uncle Lucanis taught her where to stab you not to kill you, but to hurt you the most. :) She refrains from killing people, it doesn't mean she can't defend herself. She *can* and she *will*. Oh, have I mentione that she can snap and make you believe you're in the middle of your worst nightmare, and on top of that you're not even wearing pants?

15. What’s the first thing people notice when Rook enters a room?

Priscilla: Her presence. She has a large presence, between the flashy clothes, always very curated, very thought for, hairdos that on any other person with a bit less confidence will just look silly, graphic eyeliner in hot pink. She has a smile for everyone and a laughter for people who says something remotely bad. Will enter conversations naturally, make you feel like she's *someone*, like she's important. She's charismatic.

Niamh: Her hair if she's keeping it loose. She loves it long and loose and wild, even if it's unpractical. She ties it when she works, that's it. Next second is her eyes: it's intense, it's generally scowling at you, there's something burning behind them. That's the glance of a person who wants something and won't stop until she gets it. And she makes a lot of questions. But like. A lot.

[rozetheeuwu]

1, 2, 3, 8 for Saphira, Taka and Victoria for the chara ask game😄✨️

Thank youuuu lets go.

A long post so putting everything under read more The first three questions honestly kinda overlap with each other answer wise so sorry about that slkdgjdlgdf

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Saphira - I adore her entire character arc throughout the story in both main and post game (even if there's like one quest in the latter for her). Even if I don't agree with a lot of her views in main game I can obviously understand a 100% why she acts the way she does and has a certain mindset.

I can't really think of anything about her character I dislike personality wise at the top of my head, but I hate the dragon design on her outfit because it's a pain to draw for me if that counts.

Taka - Idk I do have a weakness for characters with daddy issues I suppose. Similar to Saphira I like his development (in both routes) throughout the story. I also do in post game, but I have some issues with how that's done in certain parts.

I'm just gonna continue on that last part by saying I don't like how in Reshiram route his personality just kinda does changes after being freed from the umbral state.

Like I don't mind the umbral part and how he acted during that regard, but from that point on he kinda felt different. I don't mind the change and I did enjoy him in that route, but I wish we had seen his character change into that after being freed from the umbral state and being like "Yeah, I guess I don't want to be like this anymore."

It just feels a little jarring, especially since the other characters that were also umbrals literally got nothing in that regard, like they spouted how they felt and when they were freed were like "Oopsie, let's never talk about this again theehee."

Victoria - I can't keep saying that I like the character's development throughout the story so I'll say something different for her.

I do love her immediate action to help others in need. She's caring person and genuinely wants the best for others.

Idk what I dislike about her, I guess the way she got almost nothing in postgame quest wise but that can be said for a lot of the characters.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Saphira - Love that her ace is a Dragonite. Idk it's often seen as this cute dragon, so to see someone with her personality have one is really fun.

Taka - I love his color scheme! The greysih washed out colors, then his scarfs pop out with the red color.

Victoria - I love that her team slightly changes in main game after Kiki passes. Losing the Pangoro (panda's are often used to symbolize ying and yang) saying how she lost her balance/inner peace or whatever. Of course I could be looking way to into that.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

I honestly kind of explained this already in the first answer kgjfdlgjfd

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Oh boy, that's a good question. I have some good answers.

Saphira - Honestly for her I don't have an opinion on any takes or whatever on her. I can understand why people don't like her, as long as they like understand why she does what she does it's not an issue to me?

Taka - I hate how people downplay Zekrom route Taka, in fact I prefer that version of him. I'm excluding the Tao Gauntlet team up battle, because I want to focus on his character.

The development of going from the son of the leader of Team Meteor who's bloodline is (was) important to the region to a man who just wants to live a normal life is so special to me and the fact he's not as loved in this route or even said that this version of him isn't good SUCKS.

Victoria - Okay (some) people hate how she acted after Kiki and saying 'that's not what Kiki taught her that's not what she would want her stude-' Yeah no SHIT. Too bad a traumatic experience changes people and forces us to not work on logic sometimes. Fuck she literally learns to accept what happens and learns in end game and to forgive herself in post game.

I'm gonna be honest, I bet if she was a male character people would dislike her less about the way she acts after Kiki died.

Okay yeah I'll stop there with that dfngfdlg

Thanks for the ask!!

[hauntedsiff]

bruh ive had so many main chars. Like uhhh heres a list boys

- Pheasent (she/her)

This was my first char and this is the oldest image I can find of her. My yt channels first name was "Pheasent," which was indeed intentional. I did not know what a pheasant was at the time, i was like 9 lmao

- Luna (she/her)

I eventually changed my name to • Luna Møønlight • because i thought using symbols made me cool for some reason. I dont think she ever had a set story because every animation i find of her is something entirely random. I know that her eyes changed color depending on her emotion, and theyre usually black.

Oh, she eventually got a red sweater upon the creation of "Best Friends" which is a whole nother story im not even going to TRY to explain

- whoever the fuck this guy is

I honestly didnt think i had anything with them. I dont remember their name, but I do know that they lost their eye in an attack and wore a white mask with pink on their nose, under their eyes and a weird crescent moon on their forehead. Pretty rad design tbh

- Willow (I think) he/him

this asshole was my sona for like 2 days lmfao

- Sombre (she/they)

Sombre, formerly known as Sombra, is a fictional species dubbed a "sokochou" n a series called "GreenFirest Lab." She was my mascot for a loooong while, and when i changed my name to • Invierno • on yt. The whole GFL storyline is so crazy, but the main gist of her story is that her "sokodemon" went batshit crazy, killed all the scientists, and fucking ditched. She went through a few design changes, but this is the oldest one i have

- Arion (he/him)

Arion was my fursona for a bit. And then i didnt like him so i forgot about him(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) oopsi dasies. sorry arion

- Moth (they/them)

Moth was apart of a story I made like 1 video on. He was part of a series called "Power of Change" that i do not remmeber the details of other than this butterfly looking bitch was a total jackass lmao

- Peppermint (he/him)

Peppermint comes from a place called "Camp Rainfall" if I remember correctly. I was fixating heavily on Origins of Olympus, a Minecraft roleplay on youtube, so.. yeah uh. A lot happened in it and i think peppermint was gay idk

- Charlie (they/them)

When I moved to my new channel, I wanted a character simple to animate. Charlie's story is that they will always die before the age of 20, and theyre pissed about it. Ax is there too, I dont really know what they do

- Two (it/they)

(i couldnt find a better ref pic with their official design cus im on my phone and im lazy)

Two is my current main char ^_^ i am very happy with its design and i do genuinely enjoy animating it, unlike Charlie (sorry charlie). It doesnt have a story and i dont plan on giving it one. Its kinda just my mascot HAHA

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

wait wait wait what do you mean we can't catch them all anymore in Sword/Shield? I didn't finish it because I found it boring oopsie

A number of Pokemon's data isn't even entered into the games, so you can't trade in for them or have them in the games in any way. They for all intents and purposes simply don't exist in those games, which is bullshit.

Supposedly it was done because they wanted to focus on the graphics, but the graphics has never been the selling point of Pokemon and it's always been a little behind other games of its time, which is okay. We're in it to catch a bunch of animals, plants, and fungi with super powers, not for good graphics, which again, I believe peaked in X and Y. After that, well...

Like, you're seriously going to to do close up animations of a character handing you something, but the item itself isn't animated so they just hand you nothing? Why did that ever need to be animated? A lot of the Pokemon moves weren't animated either. So there was a sacrifice here essentially for nothing. Like, okay, yeah, it would be difficult to design dynamax for nearly a thousand Pokemon species, but then...just don't. Or take a leaf from the old games and special generic symbols to represent them. The special ones can have their own animated giant versions, the rest can just be represented by "giant bug" or "giant shell" etc.. Only a select few Pokemon get gigantamax versions, so all the rest don't need to have giant animated versions of themselves, not at the expense of literally not including the data of the star of the show.

That's Pokemon, that's what we're here for. Why try to make the games into something they aren't? Every time I hear a new set of games are coming out, I'm not wondering what they'll do with the graphics or what gimics will be included, I'm waiting with baited breath for what new Pokemon there are, will I be introduced to a new favourite (still waiting on favourite pure poison, steel, flying types)? What dream teams can I form? What never or rarely before seen type combinations will there be? What animal, plant, fungus or mythology influence will there be? What habitats will we see? Are the days of Zubat-infested caves and/or Tentacool-infested waters truly behind us and should they be? Will there finally be a housefly Pokemon, a dolphin Pokemon, an earthworm Pokemon? What lost Pokemon designs are waiting to be discovered that contribute to my headcanon Pokemon world that every single Pokemon design is a Pokemon that's simply not used because it isn't popular or it's extinct and never got fossilized, or it's in an unpopular region?

I feel like they've gotten away from what's actually important about these games which is a terrible shame. Will they one day announce there will be no more new Pokemon at all the way they announced the eeveelutions will never be completed? I'll still play new Pokemon games, but a lot of the magic has been lost for me after that decision, especially when they said we could expect more of that in future games.

[hopetofantasy]

Culture, parallels & meta - S3 E1

Previous season Prologue: Vlogs (1) - Vlogs (2)

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Zaterdag 21:43

The time lapse already showing us a string of places that will be important later, like the dark alley, the Meir with Noor’s workplace, the university neighborhood, the Scheldt river where the boys hang out, ...

Perfect parallel: 

The second season starts Zoë’s POV with a (washing machine) door, whilst the third opens with a door to a party that Robbe attends.

Robbe glances back at Noor passing through the shot this episode, an action he repeats when he spots Sander in the second episode. - A very subtle hint to where his love life may lead.

The first one starts with two unknown LGBT+ girls kissing at a party, the last episode shows two known LGBT+ boys (Sobbe) kissing at their own party.

The aerial shot through the floor to introduce us to Robbe’s POV here and the aerial shot through the roof to say goodbye to him in the last episode.

Moyo saying “No one would do you” to Aaron in this episode, Aaron realizing “No one here wants to do me!” in the last.

Where’s Wally? Noor greeting Marie, accompanied by Jana and Britt. Max dancing with Keisha in the crowd.

How ‘meta’ of you: Newsflash, yes you are!

Nod to the OG: 

The deliberate messy POV: following everyone that we know already and then slowly settling on the Isak version in a tub.

Robbe saying Noor looks like ‘Natalie Portman’, which is what people said to the OG Emma when they flirted with her. Everyone, except Isak, that is.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Moyo keeps pressuring Robbe into explaining what type of girl he likes. The boys laugh it off when he answers that ‘he doesn’t have a type’.

Lost in translation: Moyo mocks Noor’s Dutch accent, making his ‘g’ and ‘st’ sound harsher, while also adding ‘hoor’ at the end - a typical word used by the Dutch to emphasize a point.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Jens is playing with the weed bag. Keisha is one of the girls that Moyo mentions as Jens’ ex-girlfriend or ex-fling. Not only did Noor nót flush the toilet, but she didn’t used any toilet paper either!

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Zaterdag 22:44

C is for culture: 

Noor rescuing Robbe on her scooter - In Belgium, you’re allowed to drive a moped or scooter once you’ve reached the age of 16. Nothing is needed if the vehicle doesn’t go above 25 km/h. If it stays between the range of 25-45 km/h and max. 50 cc, you need to pass a theoretical exam, 4 hours of driver’s ed and a practical exam to get the license. Anything other than that, has a whole new set of restrictions, types of driver’s licenses and minimum ages.  Noor and Robbe are, however, still breaking the law. As long as you’re not 18, you’re not allowed to have an extra passenger with you. Especially if they’re not wearing a helmet. (Plus they ignored a red light. Those rebels!)

“You do know that you always have to have it with you?” - The Belgian law states that everyone above age twelve, has to get an ID to identify themselves. Some might have had a Kids-ID already - for travel purposes - but that’s not mandatory. However, once you're fifteen years old, you’re obligated to carry your ID with you at all times.

Perfect parallel:

Luca being all jealous whilst staring at Noor and Robbe making out in S3, her glaring at Maud and Robbe every chance she got in the last season.

Robbe and Noor having fun on the scooter while screaming and Robbe filming their adventure in this episode. Robbe and Sander doing a similar thing, but on their bikes in a later episode.

Wink to other remakes: Robbe sporting a brown jacket. (Eliott, anyone?)

Surprise bitch, guess who: It’s Willem Chanterie, the on-set costume designer and social media production assistant!

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Noor has a ‘Fuck Trump’ sticker on her helmet. Robbe says “Hey, it’s red” in a very clear Antwerp accent. 

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Zaterdag 23:11

Hello from the outside: The garbage truck they sprayed, still drove around the city regularly. The art piece itself is named ‘#Genoeg mama' (= ‘#Enough mommy’). It blames the consumer society as toxic, making young people its victim.

Oopsie: Inside the graffiti den, Noor suddenly sports a tote bag with supplies, even though we never saw her wearing that in the previous shots.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Noor has black combat boots. The photographer is obviously Sander, in case you have missed that subtle clue.

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Zondag 13:41

Lost in translation/Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: 

“Check die pekie’s”. The word ‘pekie’ is actually Amsterdam slang for ‘beautiful girl, girlfriend’. In recent years, more and more Dutch slang are making their way into the Flemish dialect, because of the Dutch rap songs gaining popularity with the youngsters.

“Vamos, flikkers”. The word ‘flikkers’ can mean ‘wussie’ as well as a derogatory term for ‘homosexual’. Again establishing the fact that the boys use a lot of homophobic or toxic words for each other.

Robbe’s clumsiness meter: +1, him tossing the bag behind Jens instead of into his hands.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: There is a football right next to the skateboards.

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Maandag 16:04

C is for culture: “The whole art school was talking about it” - 

Secondary school is divided in four sections: general, technical, art and vocational. Which section you choose can have effect on further education. In one of these sections, you pick what you want to study from your first to last year (‘directions’). That means that you have some courses purely focused on the direction and others that are obligated for everyone, regardless.

Art high schoolers can choose to go to work or study a specialization afterwards. Their coursework isn’t solely art based, there are general required courses too. That’s why some foreigners - including the Dutch - come to Belgium, since they’ll get a more rounded and higher level of art education than in their countries. ‘de!KUNSTHUMANIORA’ is the high school in Antwerp Noor goes to and is known for having students with unique styles.

Perfect parallel: 

Noor waiting outside the school for Robbe and him reacting somewhat confused here, Sander doing the same and having an instantly happy Robbe in a later episode.

Robbe having no problem kissing a girl ‘as a straight guy’ in front of the gates in this episode and scared for what might happen if he kissed a boy ‘as a gay guy’ later on. 

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The insta caption underneath the art work says ‘An inspirational message on a Sunday! Just discovered this in Antwerp city today. Artist unknown... Can you remember when you last called on your mother?’ (That last sentence, oooofff, the symbolism!)

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Dinsdag 14:57

C is for culture: 

“Yes, mini enterprises are so chill.” - Mini enterprises are often used as a tool for Economics in the fifth/sixth year. The goal of these is to ‘learn whilst doing it’. Like the name specifies, mini enterprises are actual miniature companies set up by a group of students. During the school year, they’ll try to work together on commercializing a product. All aspects of entrepreneurship are at play here: writing a business plan, holding meetings, doing bookkeeping, marketing the product, produce and sell it, ... If the enterprise idea is good or well executed, it might even win a national prize by the company making this education formula.

“What if he contacts child protection services” - Actually, those services doesn’t really exist in Belgium. There are, however, other youth organizations for these types of things, like JAC - Youth Advice Centre, CLB - Centre for Student Guidance and the Centre for Mental Healthcare.

Perfect parallel: The boys hyping Aaron up to walk over to Amber and talk to her - yet he fails in this episode, them doing the same and he succeeds (after some fails) in the last episode. 

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Jens saying “Damn, seems like someone is on his fucking period”, after Robbe snaps at him due to the difficult telephone call with his dad.

Lost in translation: Jens saying “Mijn kop staat er niet naar” (= “My head’s not standing there”) can actually mean different things: I’m not in the mood, it’s not the right time, I don't want to do it, my head’s all over the place, ... It depends on the context, on which interpretation would suit the situation the best. 

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The girls are all fawning all over Britt’s cellphone, so there is a good chance that they’re discussing (pictures of) her boyfriend, Sander. Also, Jana’s braces are gone! 

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Donderdag 17:13

Perfect parallel: Robbe stating that he can’t talk to his dad or he’ll fight and Zoë getting that, as she said a similar thing to an understanding Senne about her parents in S2. 

How ‘meta’ of you: Ah, yes, fandom ship names in SKAM. We applaud!

Oopsie: If you look really hard, you see that the body type and hair of Robbe’s dad, doesn’t correspond with the version waiting at the restaurant later on.

Wink to other remakes: This shot reminding you of a certain S3 trailer?  👀

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The numerous references to Zoënne’s relationship in their room (relationship pics, Senne’s guitar). The paper Milan gifts to Robbe is the written permission by his parent to live with them, as is obligated by law.

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Vrijdag 20:04

Perfect parallel: 

Senne pulling Zoë up after a kiss here, just like with their first kiss in S2.

Robbe pushing Milan away after thinking he wanted to kiss him at the party in S2, them hugging it out in after talking about it in S3.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Zoë and Milan making some healthy party snacks like cauliflower and cocktail sauce, cheese with tomatoes and salami squares. She pulls back the bottle of gin that Milan wants to steal. Senne also bought paprika and tortilla chips from Colruyt (a discount store).

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Vrijdag 20:54

C is for culture: “Noor, Robbe’s girlfriend” - (Teen) dating culture is different in Belgium. Usually, if you have kissed, hung out, texted or just said/did something to show your mutual interest, you’d pretty much consider yourself in a relationship. It can go from 0 to 100 very quick. Unless there is, of course, an agreement that what you’re doing is no such thing. Also, nobody really ask you to be their gf/bf. It just implied or stated to their family or friends. 

Perfect parallel: 

A reluctant Robbe pushing himself to do stuff to Noor (playful dancing, kissing, riling her up) as far as putting his hands on her bra here. A totally different, excited Robbe not even thinking twice about doing these things to Sander, even licking his nipple during their reunion.

Noor pushing Robbe on the bed and climbing over him, whilst Robbe looks all sad in this episode. Him pushing Sander on the bed and being happy as Sander crawls over him during their reunion.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Robbe tries to convince himself into liking heterosexual sex with Noor and fake laughs with his friends about having it.

Where’s Wally? Keisha laughing with Amber and later dancing with Marie.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Jens is talking to Senne. The decorations behind Milan saying ‘Welkom Robbe’ (= ‘Welcome Robbe’). Noor has a beautiful tattoo of a pin-up girl covered with butterflies on her lower arm.

[noyasenpaii]

heyyo wyna!! i really like ur writing :< may i request sum fluffy fluffy hcs of what kinda petnames would the big bois (ushiwaka, tsukki, asahi, and lev) call their fem!s/o? also when they would use particular ones :DD thanks bubs and i hope ur doing okay during this pandemic!! sendin luv xox

I kinda made this but with a reader insert and i made this pretty long. I hope you like it🙌 

WARNING: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF :0

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wakatoshi ushijima  (✧ω✧)

◦ i'm just going to say I love this man so damn much I'm literally crying laying down with my phone on top of me because i'm taking this so seriously i'm sorryy

◦ big boi respects you so so much he pretty much always uses your last name

◦ only uses your first name for intimate sessions (i'd leave it to your imagination 😋)

◦ also uses your first name when he wants to persuade you to do something 

◦ imagine this

◦ he was walking you home and it was getting late

◦ you held his hand, swinging it as you guys were walking

◦ it was windy so your long hair kept covering your face

◦ you were getting frustrated

◦ ushijima smiles

◦ You removed your hair from your face and tied it back into a low ponytail

◦ "Ushiwaka."

◦ He looks at you still smiling

◦ "Why are you smiling like that?" You tilted your head a lil bit.

◦ He smiles even bigger and you saw a little bit of his teeth.

◦ "Y/n." 

◦ He. Called. You. BY YOUR FIRST NAME

◦ "If your long hair keeps bothering you, you can always cut it." 

◦ BAM BAM BAM your heart pounding through your ears 

◦ you looked away, having a bit of a trouble breathing

◦ You mumbled, "I don't think I'd look good in short hair."

◦ ushijima lifts an eyebrow, genuinely confused

◦ he started walking slowly, thinking about why you'd second guess your appearance

◦ he thinks you're one of the most beautiful women to exist on the planet and he never holds back from saying what's on his mind everytime he sees you

◦ sweetie, you'd always get bombarded with compliments every single day 😚

◦ Ushijima thought you thought of yourself as attractive, just like how he is confident with his skills as an ace

◦ plus he keeps reminding you how pretty you are

◦ he is genuinely clueless as to why you'd say that

◦ Ushijima pushes your shoulders to one side so that he can look you in the eyes. He looked at you with determination in his eyes.

◦ "But Y/n, you're gorgeous," he said in his signature, stoic tone. 

◦ BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM your heart be beating too fast

◦ And of course. You did it. You cut your hair. Snippity snappity goodbye long hair

◦ You went to an expensive salon just for him, did creambath, and did all those extra things for your hair

◦ results were worth! it!

◦ you didn't tell him because you wanted to surprise him in school :)

◦ when he saw you, he made the biggest, fattest smile he could ever give and you felt so warm inside

◦ With little stars in his eyes, he patted your head, noting how your hair smells different and that your hair was softer and silkier 👌

◦ "Beautiful." And you turned bright red.

tsukishima kei  ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡

◦ always uses your last name

◦ probably because you also call him by his last name

◦ you asked if you could call him by his first name and he flat out said no

◦ might be because his brother and mother calls him by kei and he feels weird about it if you start calling him that too

◦ he always uses the suffix -chan just because it makes your name sound so cute

◦ this man is always cheeky

◦ teases you so much you can't take it no more

◦ imagine you were dancing by yourself in front of a reflective surface 

◦ the place you were in was empty because it was after school hours

◦ you were waiting for tsukishima and let's just say you got really really bored

◦ however you didn't want to be a bother to the volleyball club so you hung out by yourself

◦ you were starting to get lost in the music

◦ BUT

◦ sneaky tsukki

◦ he saw you dancing and was amazed

◦ ended up recording it 

◦ you spotted him

◦ screamed because you were so embarrassed

◦ "TSUKISHIMA I SWEAR TO GOD DELETE THAT."

◦ "ohohoho or what L/N chan~"

◦ you literally started begging him to delete it

◦ "Fine. I'll delete it on one condition." 

◦ "WHAT IS IT JUST SPIT IT OUT!"

◦ "That you join dance classes."

◦ you were confused to say the least. You were just playing around and suddenly he wants you to pursue dancing?

◦ "But it's not like I'm any good at it." You pouted

◦ "You weren't good. You were amazing, Y/N." He looked away, a little bit embarrassed at his rare sincerity

◦ you froze at the sound of your first name

◦ He coughed. "Here, see for yourself." He showed you the video and you laughed.

◦ "I guess I was okay," you lied. You cringed at the stiffness of your body. Maybe joining dance classes would be a good idea. If he liked you dancing so much, you could reward him by getting better at this talent.

◦ "Also," you smirked at the giant first year, "does this mean I get to call you Kei?"

◦ "No."

◦ "You didn't even consider it!"

azumane asahi  (づ◡﹏◡)���

◦ baby boy has heart eyes everytime he sees you 😚

◦ respects you so so much, the only two ladies he holds to this regard is his mom and of course you :))))

◦ calls you by your first name since you also call him by asahi too 

◦ constantly makes excuses just to see you at school

◦ "Sorry Y/n," he says while scratching the back of his neck, smiling while doing so,"can I borrow your math textbook I forgot mine." 

◦ HOW COULD YOU SAY NO TO THIS BABY BOY

◦ sometimes he calls you by your last name with an addition of chan because he thinks it's cute :D

◦ probably calls you beautiful everyday too 😊

◦ "Angel" would be a go to for him when he asks you to do something

◦ "Y/n can you pass me that bottle right behind you?"

◦ "Just a second." You twisted and took the bottle in your hands. You tossed it and Asahi caught it with ease.

◦ "Thanks angel." 

◦ he'd turn around so quickly just so you won't see his flustered face uwuu

◦ He'd legit get so worked up from calling you nicknames

◦ "Oh god what if she cringed because I called her that." 

◦ Noya would actually smack him across the face and point to your red ass face

◦ "She loves it Asahi san." 

◦ "You really think so?!" 

haiba lev  (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

◦ used to call you just by your first name

◦he desperately wanted to call you cute nicknames but he's scared of you

◦ respects you so much even if he teases you a lot

◦imagine you walking in the hallways 

◦ he literally walked up to you and said hello beautiful so casually��

◦ ヨ、美人さん (yo bijin san)

◦ you clasped your hands together

◦ covering your mouth and screamed

◦ your classmates looked your way and you got so flustered

◦ LEV STARTED LAUGHING SO HARD aww this big boi

◦ "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO EMBARASSING LEV." You hit his chest as a symbol of your frustration

◦ "But you are beautiful Y/n," he whined, cowering away from you. 

◦ "Why'd you have to say it right now you've never called me that before?!" 

◦ "I didn't know you'd hate it so much!" He pouted at his failure.

◦ this tall baby boy would be so confused at your negative reaction so he stopped calling you that

◦ you asked why he stopped

◦ you kinda liked it

◦ (of course who wouldn't want to be called beautiful by the super handsome lev are you kidding me?)

◦ "Because you hit me last time!"

◦ "But you calling me that made me feel so special." You huffed. "Lev, you're clueless."

◦ "BUT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO UNDERSTAND YOU IF YOU DON'T SAY ANYTHING." He tugged at his hair, frustrated but at the same time internally jumping up and down from happiness because you didn't reject the nickname

◦ "It's called picking up signals you big dork." You covered your face feeling a little bit embarrassed.

◦ "Y/n. You hit me and screamed at me. I think I did a pretty good job at picking up your signals." He said, bluntly.

◦ the fact that he was just being honest and not trying to make fun of you made you feel even more flustered oopsies

◦ "LEV SHUT UP"

◦ yaku and kuroo would be laughing to your conversations and sometimes record it because y'all too loud

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[fureliselost]

Alright, time to analyze the hell out of your animatic of Generator Rex with Secrets as the song used :D

First 2 images: "But every wrong turn that you make..." We see the brothers standing enxt to one another, followed by Caesar holding his hand out to Rex, indicating that it's the big brother the one that constantly comits the mistakes between he 2 of them.

Next 2 images: "... will also be my mistake." once again the brothers are standing next to each other, but this time it's Rex who extends his hand, which coupled with the lyrics means that he is the one who has to deal with the consequenses of his brother actions time and time again.

The following 3 images: "'Cause we're connected through our hearts, and the devastating part..." they're both standing together again, but this time there's a red string conecting them that suspiciously has the same shape as a heart rate monitor from the hospitals, followed by both their hearts appearing in the ends of said threads at their chests, before revealing that Rex's heart is dripping (either dripping blood or melting itself idk), they're brothers after all, and no matter what happens, that'll be something that'll never change, their relationship and love for eachother is just that deep, even if Caesar is unintentionally hurting Rex again and again, even if he has good intentions.

The next part is just one image, but the fact that nothing changes when the lyrics plays also has meaning in and of itself: "...Is that I foolishly defended you to myself." Rex doesn't want to admit it, Caesar is damaging him again and again and he refuses to see the reality of the situation, always making excuses for Caesar in hopes of not losing his brother once more.

Now onto the 2 images that broke my heart: "But secrets always have a way of coming out", this time the focus is only on Rex, at first everything seems normal, however this is also the first time that the lyrics that appear on the text don't sync up with the song, and why is that? Because eventually the mistakes that Caesar makes end up having consequenses too big for Rex to bear alone, and he also gets affected negatively by them, with a mind control collar appearing on his neck. Rex can't cover up for Caesar anymore, and it's time for his hubris to be punished and for the consequenses to finally reach him, now that Rex isn't there to act as a deterrent to them.

The last 2 images are the brothers standing next to eachother once again, the collar is missing in Rex's neck so it's safe to assume that he has been fred from Black Knight's control, and the relationship between them hasn't been broken yet, as it can be seen by the string still ataching the both of them together, but it's been far to damaged and their hearts aren't in it anymore, they might be brothers but the familial love between them has been lost, either by feeling betrayed for Rex and feeling guilty for Caesar, or by other reasons, that is up to debate, but the thing for sure is that it's been damaged their relationship due to the collar's creationg and application on Rex.

If rex being alone in the credits is just there to fill space or to show what happens idk, but I'll throw it out there that if it was done on purpose, then it might symbolize Rex distancing himself of his brother, indicating that their relationship has finally been broken down, and the teenager needs to spend time away from him else something might happen that might worsen their relationship.

And that's my analysis on your 14 frames animatic, hope you like this overanalysis of that song and animatic.

*squeals excitedly* Damn, dude, you got it all right! Although I do have a few things to add here. (It got a bit long, oopsies)

First off is the fact that I drew it thinking on the view that Rex has of his relationship with his brother.

I think Rex might have felt somewhat guilty in relation to César -- this is something that I only really remember being touched on when Scarecrow poses as César to throw Rex off -- not only feeling guilty on behalf of César but also feeling guilty for trusting him despite the red flags and even when he already knew César wasn't on the same side as him (like when he goes to Argentina and has to go without César).

The first 7 images are all about the efforts they make and how they're misplaced and mispaced: César reaches out but it turns into a mistake, Rex reaches out and there's always something about César to uncover.

Following on that note, the red string is, indeed, an electrocardiogram beat. And that has a meaning too! (My mom is a nurse and she gave me a speedy course on how to read ECGs) So, a normal ECG beat consists of 5 points, P - Q-R-S - T

[each up and down motion is a signal the heart sends when it contracts and relaxes, up is a contraction, down is a relaxation, flat means there's no movement] Which is, as the example below shows, a contraction, which isn't strong but is a tiny bit long, as it is kinda like a prep-beat(P) followed by a flat; a small, quick relaxation (Q); which is followed by a big contraction (R); and a slightly bigger relaxation (S); which is followed by a flat and, again, a small, long-ish contraction (T).

Each of these contractions and relaxations come from different parts of the heart.

The one I drew is very much not like that.

The P impulse is okay, the Q impulse is a bit too strong, the R impulse is right, the S impulse doesn't exist (it's flat), and the T impulse is relaxing instead of contracting.

Overall, what can be inferred is that the lower part of the heart isn't working while the upper part is trying to compensate by giving bigger impulses (P impulse is a bit bigger than it should be, not to mention, more erratic; and the Q impulse is much harder and a bit longer than it should be).

In relation to Rex and César — Rex's part of the line is trying to compensate for the other part; while César's part is either not making movements or doing the complete opposite of what it should be doing. That's how Rex feels about their relationship (to me, at least).

And then the hearts appear and only Rex's bleeds. This not only symbolizes Rex being the only one hurt but it's also a bit more about how he'd feel like the only one making an effort and a bit about how they relate to the world.

1) what is a heart that doesn't bleed? It's dead

2) Rex has a bleeding heart. He has a hands on approach and he's always giving everything he has to help people (even when he left Providence, after learning about Noah, he kept healing EVOs — not to mention the fact that he literally got god-like power and decided to heal the world while doing literally nothing for himself). César, however, is very morally grey, he'll do what it takes to achieve his goal and, for that, he can't be empathizing with things at random. Not to mention he's very detached from... Well, the world.

The rest of the panels you basically got everything.

I really love the chorus of this song because it basically says "you fuck up, but it's kinda my fault too when you do because we have a connection. And the fact that we have a connection is really sad because I keep defending you even to everyone, esp to myself, but shit gotta hit the fan sometime and then I'll have to admit you're a shit bag" And, like, isn't that their relationship summed up?!

I put the last two panels before the credits kinda as an afterthought but also a reminder of the connection. It's there, it'll always be there, but it's tainted. On the last minutes of the series, Rex tells César "we'll always be brothers". And, yeah, but he also literally told Rex the lies of the century, not to mention all the various violations and abuses he did to Rex. I mean, like, sure, he did it for the greater good, but it still happened and Rex is, like, 16.

[ellsey]

Agents of Shield Rewatch 7x04 Out of the Past

It’s time for black and white noir AoS y’all

Aka the episode in which we decide we’re going to get Daisy a boyfriend

Which honestly was the best decision anyone has ever made

Look I love this moody feel. The saxophone music, the rain, the voice over. Give it all to me.

“Sometimes the hero has to die, and there’s nothing you can do about it” I mean they basically fed us everything that was going to happen in the end and we had no idea

July 22, 1955 omg we got an absolute date here

But sadly it’s because it’s Sousa’s death date oopsie poopsie

Also if Sousa doesn’t take a picture by his name on the Wall of Valor then I’ll be forever sad

Meanwhile Enver was made for this style he looks fiiiiiiine

I still can’t believe Daisy ended up with a guy who unironically wore sweater vests

I’ll add another cut because I had a lot of feelings

ENOCH!! 

I love you so much

He’s an amazing bartender I’m crying right now

Enoch does not get the respect he deserves hahahaha

Elena and Deke make an interesting pairing, and I wish we could have seen more of them

Speaking of, Jeff Ward also looks amazing in this style

Natalia as well

There’s a man without a face in the bathroom that all seems natural and normal

Aaand Deke gets kidnapped. It must run in the family.

I like the way Sousa ferociously throws his hat and coat down

“Nothing to worry about”

“I was worried” HAHAHAA COULSON NO

LET ENOCH REJOIN THE TEAM

I love how weirded out they are by May’s excitement

Interesting handwave of everything here regarding Peggy and Sousa by just...not addressing it. The implication here is that long distance and work got between them which honestly makes some sense. I did long distance for a while...like 4000 miles long distance and it was rouuggghhhh (mostly because of the time differential) but by that time we had been dating for 3 years so we were pretty committed...anyway I’m just saying that leaving the Steve goes back in time-ness out of this it’s still possible that in this timeline it just didn’t work out. 

Don’t @ me I like Peggy/Sousa too I just found it interesting

Sousa is definitely turning on the charm, but he’s only at like a 5/10 on the Flirty Sousa scale

“You again?” Danny is that any way to talk to your almost girlfriend?

Jemma’s starting to suspect what’s up with May methinks

Sousa’s face when they are less than impressed by his Hydra revelation hahahaha

But that is immediately topped by his face when they let him know Malick is Hydra poor guy

Mack already wants to be best buds with Sousa let’s be real

Poor Sousa looks so dejected learning how much Hydra has infiltrated Shield

And Sousa is just so earnest here talking about giving his life for this cause and you know poor Daisy is having to do everything in her power not to tell him what she knows

It’s such a short scene but so beautifully done

Also she totally starts falling for him here I will die on this hill ok?

It’s hilarious that they say Freddie didn’t recognize Deke because he literally hasn’t changed at all

Freddie Malick lost his newsie accent though womp

Oh well I was wrong about Jemma she just knows something is wrong

Deke probably would have chatted with Enoch he gave up too easily

“I am alone in this world, as I have always been” :( noooooooo

So actually Elena is the one who figured May out. All credit to Elena y’all. She’s never been given enough credit for her brains.

May has concerns about what she felt from Sousa which I’m not really sure what they’re trying to convey here but honestly it’s probably the least surprising thing she’s going to feel from Sousa from here on out

“We’re gonna save him” Lol they’ve had him 5 minutes and are ready to say screw the timeline just to keep him

“Cool, writing some new history” DAISY HAS NO IDEA HOW REAL THIS IS FOR HER

Oh there we go, she felt the need to run from Sousa. Or ride off like a boss on a super cool motorcycle.

Awww this was a pretty good fakeout

It was Coulson in the pool gasp!

“This will make sense later...maybe” 

PHIL NO

Coulson does do an amazing acting job here though

Omg Jemma and Daisy look adorable

Awww May comes in and his world turns to color how symbolic

May’s still not having it though

Nice of them to rescue Sousa’s cane too

“Why didn’t you lead with that?” HAHAHA SOUSA NO

“Congrats...and condolences” omg Coulson

Sousa does not look impressed by 70′s music

You know, Sousa takes it all pretty well, but honestly they did make a big decision for him. I mean I’m sure he didn’t want to die, but not only did he not die, they just took him forward in time too. It’s no wonder he has some negative feelings in the next episode.

And then there’s Freddie and the Chronicoms who are boring

But that would be an awesome band name

First of all, this episode rates a 100000/10 on the Stylish scale because it was so moody and amazing. This episode also gets a 10/10 on the Mack & Sousa Brotp scale because legit Mack was like I like this dude we’re keeping him (and Daisy was trying not to cheer). Also Elena gets a 500/10 on the Big Brain scale because she was definitely big braining here.

Also the Thespian of Shield Award goes to Robo Phil Coulson for absolutely eating that death scene to pieces.

The song for this episode is “Cry Me a River” sung by Julie London because it’s super moody and minimal and definitely fits right in this ep. Also this is another song I used to sing and play on the piano with Granny.

[moariin]

novel prep tag

tagged by @montevena​ (i don’t remember how long this was but i’m doing now)

tagging: @zielenheil @starshots @ophelia-says @rkmoriyama @songbirdur @rosmiri @themillionthdraft @dotr-rose-love @viciousvenganza + anyone who wants to do these, no pressure!

rules: answer the questions and then tag as many writers as there are questions answered (or as many as you can) to spread the positivity! even if these questions are not explicitly brought up in the novel, they are still good to keep in mind when writing.

i will be doing this for my nano project, heir of the alchemist !

  FIRST LOOK

1. describe your novel in 1-2 sentences (elevator pitch).

a guy just wants to chill but the world doesn’t allow it but did an oopsie when they found out he’s an infected. but didn’t do anything about it and thinks it’s okay to let him roam free

2. How long do you plan for your novel to be? (Is it a novella, single book, book series, etc.)

this is more of a spin off to my main wip, so i’m planning it to be a single book.

3. What is your novel’s aesthetic?

typical southern/midwestern gothic with a dash of baroque and classicsm architecture. it’s lol because the world is based off of german/czech (that is tentative, names are hard). also there’s dark alchemy and paganism/catholic toss into the mix, and of course magic!

4. What other stories inspire your novel?

frankenstein and rebecca are my top inspiration for coming up with this novel. i love the sense of mystery and its intrigue + a little bit of science. you’ll see some similarities like the dollmaker (the main antagonist lol).

another thing is this novel is sort of me wanting to explore one of the side characters from my main wip, more. 

so i’m like hey, would it be nice to make this into a prequel ???

5. Share 3+ images that give a feel for your novel.

 here’s the pinterest for it! more under the cut, btw!

MAIN CHARACTER

6. Who is your protagonist?

my main protagonist is marcel, he’s the one doing hocus pocus on himself and called the darkness, his old friends bc [redacted].

7. Who is their closest ally?

nobody, jk, he feels closer to brother juri even if he’s a little annoying ( a helicopter parent, ope) but marcel sees him as a father figure, growing up and still lost in the place. another person is feliks, and he’s the first one to talk and come close to him, and understands him. and that they’re both weird together.

8. Who is their enemy?

um let’s just say, the diviners are the biggest obstacles, esp when they are practically magical beings and got a secret to hide, so they will do anything to stop marcel and the co. from uncovering the truth...it has to do with the plague. the dollmaker, too, but that’s redacted information

9. What do they want more than anything?

marcel just wants to live his life in peace at the start but he adapted his reasons the more he ventures to search for the mystery behind the plague like who started it and why is it turning people into monstrosity. there, he wants to find more about himself, why he’s different from the rest of the infected and how to use that knowledge to spread the higher sciences,

10. Why can’t they have it?

his refusal to admit to the faith also turns into something he wants the system to change (the ramona thrones and baszceri), moreso a revenge on them but it prove to be difficult since both of the religious sanction wants something from him....and it’s giving him a headache.

11. What do they wrongly believe about themselves?

he believes the world could no longer fear the infected, that they are more like him that evolved from the plague and survive. and that it is his fault that rahel, his sister, is dead because of him

12. Draw your protagonist! (Or share a description)

marcel has thick, black hair, down to his shoulders and it’s wavy. he sometimes had it tied all the time and likes it that way. somewhere between 5′10 range, a moc with dark olive skin with a few spots across his face, mostly around his cheekbones and eyes. angular brows, not too sharp or thin, and double-lidded brown eyes. typically wears a white and black garb (he doesn’t have much choice). a little toned and is healthy looking.

PLOT POINTS

13. What is the internal conflict?

rahel being the biggest conflict, he feels guilt and shame and he’s the reason why it started it all. pretty much some insecurities.

14. What is the external conflict?

drive for knowledge about the sciences and people that want the same thing

15. What is the worst thing that could happen to your protagonist? 

he becomes a plaything or puppet for the ramona thrones, being extorted as much as they want until he dies.

16. What secret will be revealed that changes the course of the story?

spoilers but hmm let’s call her the mother, and she’s close to a certain someone...possibly having a child that would shake the world

17. Do you know how it ends?

hmm i think i have spoil it to someone, can’t remember what their reaction are. but i think it has something to do with connecting universe lol?

BITS AND BOBS

18. What is the theme? 

biggest theme is that it’s okay to let go of your past even if it haunts you, still acknowledge who you are and what you want to be. also face your mistakes, don’t try to hide it. and learn to respect people with different ideas and morals because not everyone is like you or will be you...esp having the freedom to fuck everyone else or get fucked 

19. What is a recurring symbol? 

the ocean and death + the color red

20. Where is the story set? (Share a description!)

the story is set in two different places, the main setting is the white chapel, located in sarcherin. which is a nice place filled with gray and white houses, so the church color matches them and oh it’s on the red cliffs, just a couple yards away from the ocean. it has that southern gothic look as well. the other setting is ramona, a holy city with mostly baroque and classicism architecture. everything is pristine and polished, even the pavement is made out of marbles. except for that daunting prison on the far side of the city, everything is eerie there. 

21. Do you have any images or scenes in your mind already?

i dig this ocean = death imagery, and there’s going to be a lot of these throughout, esp the color red! and this cool fight sequence that i have yet to write, it has some magic and bending going on + horst becoming the infected too

22. What excited you about this story? 

the ending and the revelation in the middle, i love any confrontational moments, it spice things up 

23. Tell us about your usual writing method! 

i usually would get in the mood listening to music and when i’m ready i would write whenever i can (how long or how much i write, idk it’s up to my brain). also most of my notes or cryptic quotes is something i came up with in ungodly hours and i try to figure out where to put it or what it means.

[immiebee]

Lucio Wonders 2

(Hey it’s me ya girl. Again, don’t take this post as a: I Know All. It’s just my usual rambles.🍄✨)

Now first.....Vlagnagog Death. After slaying the Wyrm Lucio poses the same as he did in his favorite portrait. This to me says he feels like he is showing that he can conquer death. He didn’t let death take him before as he clearly tells us before he didn’t die, it was an OOPSIE.

That being said the Death card doesn’t mean death. It means a chance to change, rebirth. So him posing like that symbolizes (to me) that he still hasn’t learned anything. Also, he has no remorse for killing his tribes “God” which leads me to believe that at least since Lucio was born, that everyone in the tribe turned their back to the old ways. Which is interesting....(maybe the Heirophant realm will eleaborate more in the future????).

“Just a flesh wound”.........For being somebody who cares about their looks, Lucio doesn’t mind getting roughed up a bit. I’m not sure if it started on a fan base or the Devs said Lucio doesn’t like his scars and feels weak from losing his arm.

That being said coming from a war tribe I would think that having scars and battle wounds was like a badge of honor. I mean who are you going to pick a fight with?: baby face boy or holy mother of god! he’s only got one eye and half his head caved in and he’s ready to throw down over spilled beer!?

That being said, in Muriel’s Route, Morga has no issue telling Muriel and MC, “Here are weapons now spar, bitches. You’re gonna learn today.” I mean I believe that Morga was all for letting Lucio get hurt as a child (to a certain extent). How are you going to learn how to block a blow or come back from a hit if everyone is always pulling their punches? And with Vlagnagog slashing Lucio’s face and he just brishes it off when MC tries to help.

Avalanches? Cliff? Icy Waters?........This last update we see that he’s had a rough childhood and a pretty traumatic past that he hasn’t told us completely. (That being said, it does NOT let him off the hook for the bad things he has done.)

In Asra’s Route we are victorious when Lucio tries to cross an icy lake only to be drug down by ‘creatures’. But avalanches? Cliffs? What exactly happened to our boy?

I know that Julian was the doctor to operate on Lucio and remove his arm. But with Lucio yelling about Cliffs, Icy Waters, Avalanches has me wondering how DID Lucio lose his arm? Going back to early paragraphs, it doesn’t phase him to get bloody and hurt and Morga/the tribe seems like they had the motto: Pain is a good teacher. But what happens when one is by themselves and gets hurt? I feel like he would think of himself a failure (everyone was right, I couldn’t make it on my own) if he couldn’t take care of himself when his whole life everyone told him he was weak and to grow up.

My Theory: Lucio didn’t loose his arm in a great battle. Instead he lost it due to carelessness or a natural disaster such as an avalanche. I mean have you seen the movie 127 Hours? But maybe his dogs went for help. I mean Lucio says Mercedes has always been a Daddy’s Girl so can you imagine her staying by his side while waiting for help. What if Julian and Nazali came across him with Merchoir’s help?

And finally, Vlastomil/Justice......Like the Death card, Justice is also a potential for rebirth. Instead of just turning your life around though, it also deals with the consequences of your choices. Fight, Flee, or Panic.

I LOVED the option to put our foot down and verbally bash Luico when he blamed the entirety of the plague on Vlastomil. No. No....NO! Your choices led to this outcome. There is no way to dodge around this bullet.

That being said: Justice is firm, but fair. Yes you will be punished, but you will be able to grow from mistakes that you had made. And for Lucio he can either continue to run from it.....or learn from it.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to add anything! I love listening to others opinions on our glorious Count!🍄✨

[mechanicalinertia]

STMPD's Month-end Musings

Jeepers. Jumping Jaloopers. Jinkies, gang. Jeebus Kringle. It's the end of the month.

What has changed? I'm back in school, but that's manageable, somehow. I'm writing less, but that's fine. I'm not doing as much passive media consumption as I ought to - my watchlist / readlist towers up into infinity same as ever - and I haven't exactly lived up to my New Year's Resolution to correct that. But, hey, isn't that just how things are? It's easier for me, when I have the time, to write silly things, these days.

...that being said, what have I written recently? Let's put aside all other thoughts about the month's end and muse solely on this.

1. Divine Patronage: It broke three thousand views on AO3, which is fucking awesome. It's slowed down, but so have I. I finished the first arc of the story, and that did well, and now I'm onto arc 2, as determined by a poll I put up on Sufficient Velocity. I hacked out a prologue and then... silence. Sorry, gang.

For one, I'm in the middle of the term. For another, I can't quite figure out how to write where I want this thing to go - but then again I haven't really sat down and stewed on Divine Patronage the way I have a few other projects after I wrote that prologue. I lost a bit of my mojo there, and then I lost the mojo for this other project, namely...

2. BGC 2068 Screenplay: Thanks to the advice of an internet pal, I rewrote most of the 'first act' of this project. The Sabers are assembling, they're to fight Mason, but now the rewrite puts Mason more front and center in the plot, since he has his Boomer bodyguards (the ladies from OVA 2) kill Priss's friends. It's not shorter, but it is more informationally dense.

The trouble now is that I still am struggling with dialogue-heavy scenes that take up a lot of runtime. Like, I've got this one with Priss and Linna in a beef-bowl place - more Priss's idea than Linna's. And Priss harasses a Boomer waitress in such a way as to highlight said waitress's artificiality, to highlight that these more-human-than-humans are in fact anything but, and that a great many people play with them in ways they shouldn't, a silent symbol of resistance against the crushing omnipresence of GENOM's most valuable product.

It's very clever, but then the second half of the scene needs to be something involving Celia (Sylia, whatever) and Linna (Lena? Rina?), and their past together, since (have I brought this up before?) I'm stealing from the BGC fan audio drama (that I haven't listened to! Oopsie) where the two grew up together, with Celia and Mackie living under the Yamazaki roof until Celia turned eighteen (the way I'm writing it, around the time of the Quake). Needs to be a flashback, then - but what does it show? Celia's a little autistic around this time, but how to display that through Linna's eyes?

I wonder if I should just listen to the inevitably cringey American voice acting just to figure out what the guys behind the audio drama were thinking (and now that I think about it, there should be a new arc coming out this summer! Woo!). Or maybe I should just let this scene rest and get to another part of the script, move forward and fill what I know is there later. Or maybe I should shelve this and get back to Divine Patronage, something people will actually read.

Heh. Speaking of things people won't read...

3. RPG: Shelved. It was, in retrospect, too goddamn long, too much lore for a franchise that doesn't need deep lore. Ah well. If I come back to it, I'll do so in one big rush of useless content, and it will be all my own, no one else's.

4. Terrible BGC Crossover Ideas: I've had a few of these, recently. They're not terrible in terms of concept, more terrible in that no one would read them and they would end up being timesucks with no purpose. Which is a pity, because I'd love to read these stories, but no one is going to write them. I'll list them in a follow-up post.

Soooo... what now? Well, I need to get back to Divine Patronage, that's for sure, because people read that. I think the screenplay is a more interesting concept, it's more interesting to work on because It has to be compact, chunks written and rewritten. But it's not going to see the light of day any time soon.

I really should start building a portfolio of original work. Well - then again, I do have a creative writing class I'm doing right now, and I'm writing something for that, and dare I say it, it's pretty gooooood. We'll see where it goes in the coming month, same as the screenplay and Divine Patronage.

[themightychickpea]

Chapter Two: Bound in Blood

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: sassy Loki hehe

Word Count: 1772

Summary: The alliance is made, with Y/n doing something drastic to prove her loyalty. With that, she leaves her coven and feels more alone than ever before.

Author’s Note: I just realized I commented on my fic to reply to people, but I did it with my other account😂 oopsie!I am not used to having side accounts so I apologize if there was some confusion!If anyone has any tips on how to properly run a side blog, please help! I am seriously a grandma when it comes to technology😣😂

Móraí is a word for “grandmother”

About a week had passed since our initial encounter. Arrangements were made, my Shaman and a few other members of my coven were gathered, and everyone met to negotiate the terms of our alliance. Although this was an exciting experience, I was still nervous about the outcome. I could tell no one really trusted me yet. And if the ‘freaks’ of the world didn’t trust me, it would take another few lifetimes to get everyone else, too.

“Y/n… are you sure about this? Once you bind yourself there’s no going back.” Shaman Alanis is clearly just as skeptical as I, but I know this is what I have to do. I nod solemnly.

“It might be the best way to earn their trust. We’re going to need it for this to work.” I reply, gathering all the necessary equipment. We walk down to their designated meeting room for the occasion. More people than before have shown up, igniting more anxiety inside of me. As we enter, the room goes silent. Stark nods, indicating me to begin speaking.

“H-hello. My name is Y/n L/n. This is my Shaman, Alanis. We have come today to negotiate an alliance with the Avengers. We wish to come together because we believe we could be helpful for each other. King T’Challa inspired us by revealing the truth of Wakanda, so today we do the same for our Coven. There are many covens of witches, hiding from the modern world because they are scared. We were, are, as well. However, we want to break free from our fears. We want to help. This world is all of ours, so we should play a part in it.”

I take the ritual blade into my hand and carve an X shape. Lifting my hand up, I show each one of them.

“This is our symbol for strong and loyal partnerships. I pledge myself to you and your cause. I promise to aid you and your people if in return you aid me and my people. Bound in blood, do you accept?”

They all share glances, shocked and unsure of what to say. Stark and Rogers open their mouths to speak, but Thor beats them to it.

“I accept.” His voice is firm and unwavering.

“I’ll accept, too.” Rogers agrees.

“Sure why not?” Romanov as well.

One after another, they all agree to our alliance, and my heart is filled with anxious joy.

“I accept. You better not let us down, witchy.” Stark says, offering me a handkerchief to wipe the blood away. I decline it, but instead, cleanse my hands in the moonlight purified waters I brought with me. I turn to Shaman Alanis with a big grin, her’s matching mine. We embrace and her wrinkled hands cup my face gently.

“I knew you could do it. You were the right person to send.” She whispers. We press our foreheads together and share our thoughts.

“So… I'm guessing you’ll be staying with us for a while, correct?” Stark interrupts.

“Well, not exactly…”

“‘Not exactly’? Y/n, you can’t be thousands of miles away if we need your help. If you wanna be an Avenger, you’re going to have to live here. We all do.” He replies a little irritated.

“But… I have to be there to protect my coven,” I look to my Shaman to see her reaction, but I instantly know she agrees with Stark. “Who will be there for you in need?”

“We can care for ourselves, Y/n. You may be strong, but so are we. Together, our coven can protect itself. The world needs you now, you have my blessing.” She holds my hands, giving them a soft squeeze.

“Thank you, Móraí.” We embrace one last time, knowing we won’t see each other again for a long while.

She leaves with the rest of our coven, and my heart sinks as I watch them go. I’ve never felt so alone before. Covens are usually so closely knit, we always are near. Now they won’t be in feeling distance, so I have no one.

Stark shows me to my new room. It’s extremely large compared to what I’m used to, but I should complain. It’s just so… bare. It feels unwelcoming. Everything is light and monotoned. There’s no feeling to the space.

“This room is yours, so you can decorate it however you want. The bathroom is in that door. Unfortunately, you’re not on the floor with the rest of us. They’re all booked. However, there are a few other residents a few hallways from here. Thor and his brother are to the left, and Bucky is to the right.” Stark explains to me, but that leaves some unanswered questions. Who the heck is Loki and Bucky? However, I feel too tired right now to ask. Perhaps I’ll find out sooner or later.

“The kitchen is also to the right, so feel free to grab anything you want. The gym is three floors down, the library is a floor up, but if you get lost just ask FRIDAY. She’s the talking lady in the walls.” Stark chuckles.

“You don’t… actually have a women in your walls, do you?” I ask, knowing that was probably a dumb question to him.

“No, no! I was just joking! She’s not actually a real person, just an AI system that helps us a bit. Say ‘hi’ FRIDAY!”

“Hello, Mr. Stark. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss L/n.” Stark was right, it sounded like a woman’s voice coming from the wall.

“Likewise…” I reply, looking around for some sort of origin.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Wander a bit, not too much, and come down for dinner at about 6 pm, okay?” He states and walks away before I can reply. This might be too much for the first day, but I agree anyways in my head.

I walk back to my room, noticing my bags have already been set down on my bed. The mattress is so soft and pleasant. I’m so used to sleeping on the ground after long nights of work so this might have some getting used to. At least there are windows all across one wall of the room. I look out and see a forest not too far from the building. I’d love to go explore it and see what types of nature are present here. I make a mental note to do that fairly soon. It’s best to get a feel for my new surroundings, right?

I let out a big sigh, unsure of how to spend the next hour before dinner. Glancing around the room, I remember the bathroom. I should probably get washed up before properly meeting everyone. The bathroom felt even bigger than the main room. Obviously, this is an over-exaggeration, but it really is huge. Honestly, it’s roughly the size of my cottage back home, which isn’t comforting. I remove my clothing, which feels more like rags compared to what Mr. Stark was wearing. This was his home, right? Then why was he wearing such a fancy suit? Was it because we were dealing with serious business? Was what I was wearing not suitable for the situation? It’s honestly the best garb I have, despite my ritual and festival dresses, but those didn’t seem appropriate.

I push the thoughts out of my head, as they’ll continue to plague me until I chicken out of the dinner from embarrassment. There are unfamiliar soaps and shampoos. I choose one that smelt of lavender, which always brings peace of mind to me. After cleansing myself, I step out of the shower and dry myself. I look into the mirror, which is still foggy from the hot water. I look so different already. This new environment tires me out. I miss the energy of the coven already, and it shows on my face. I just hope the others don’t notice.

Noticing the time, I quickly throw on some clean clothes, which still seem too informal to me, and prepare myself to leave my room. I peek my head out and glance around. It’s scarily quiet. Too quiet…

“Miss L/n, Mr. Stark requests your presence in the main dining hall.” FRIDAY startles me to the floor. Thank goodness no one saw me, or else they’d regret recruiting me.

“O-oh, yes. I’ll be right down.” I reply and begin to walk to the left.

“Miss L/n, the dining hall elevator is to the right.”

“Oh, yes, o-of course. Thank you.” She better not be telling them how badly I’m struggling…

Once I arrive, I regret arriving so late. They’re all waiting at the table, eyes snapped in my direction once I enter.

“Ugh, finally! We’re all starving, so just sit and we’ll get started.” Stark moans dramatically.

“I-I’m sorry, I got lost.”

“Yeah, I figured.” He smirks, irking me once again.

I sit looking down, hoping they return their attention to something else. The food comes, and I feel even more out of my element. Before even touching my fork, someone across the table speaks up.

“And who is this?” He’s leaned back in a nonchalant manner, clearly unhappy to be here. Before I can speak, Thor once again beats me to it.

“This is Y/n! She is a new member. She vowed her life to help us!” I wish he hadn’t just said that. This new man wasn’t at the negotiation, so I can only assume he’s not actually part of the Avengers.

“Pledged yourself?” I assume this man is Loki, Thor’s brother. I can tell by the way they act towards each other. I’m the same way with Kenai, my younger sister.

“Yes, to prove my loyalty,” I reply with false confidence.

“Well, that was a waste.” He stabs back with an even worse smirk than Stark’s. He waits for my reply, but I have none. I just stare, embarrassed and unsure of what to say or do. The others say nothing as well, clearly just as shocked.

“I think I’ll finish in my room. The name’s Loki, by the way.” He exists swiftly with his plate of food in one hand, and a deep blue book in his other.

“Ignore him, Y/n. He’s always just grumpy.” Thor says reassuringly.

“Yeah, no. He’s a psycho, so stay absolutely clear from him unless one of us is with you. Understand?” Stark glares at Thor. I just nod and stare at my now unpleasantly cold food. This is really not how I expected this all to go. Pray for me, Shaman Alanis. I’m going to need it.

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So recently I got back into studying gaeilge and started watching some Irish youtubers like Clisare who also do videos in gaeilge… But somehow little Catsha got lost in the vast world of youtube and ended up watching Jack. Why? This wasn’t the plan!

Oopsie. Where are dem youtube videos Kat?

I didn’t even record doing this little piece of fanart. I’m sorry -◇<

For those who don’t know Jacksepticeye and want an insight:

We have 3 Jacks: baby Jack (2014-ish), greenhaired Jack (2016-ish) and Jack today (2018)

The Jacks are sitting on a shamrock, which is regarded as symbol of Ireland.

All the clothes Jack is wearing are drawn after real clothes Jack has worn thru the years, expect the PMA shirt mature Jack is wearing.

PMA means Positive Mental Attitude which Jack has started canpaigning for 2018 after shitty 2017. Go away 2017 you are not missed.

Originally I wanted to draw mature Jack wearing “You’re Braver Than You Think” tee he wore for charity campaign “Together For Short Lives” when he went to see Avengers: Infinity War but I couldn’t be bothered to write text that small. Hence I changed it to just PMA.

I had to go thru way too many vids to find a video indicating what the fecking pants Jack wore in 2014-ish. God bless I found a reference.

All Jacks are wearing Spiderman socks cuz he mentioned having them in one vid and showed the pair he was wearing.

Jacksepticeye is written in the colors of Ireland’s flag if you didn’t notice.

The dot over ‘i’ in septic is Jack’s mascot and companion Septiceye Sam. Cool little dude.

HI JACK!!

Ok now this is just an excuse for making bulleted shitposting

I love bullet lists ok

Btw I have a confession. I haven’t subscribed to Jack’s channel. Sorry Jack. I will. After this. It became kinda a joke with my friend. Now it’s a bit old with this fanart and all :P

Also I just have to say admire Jack’s positiveness and kindness and how innocent he is because of it. I’m really grateful we have people like him on this planet, it makes this place more bearable. It might annoy me at times, but only because I’m an unemphatic negative ass. So please Jack, continue to annoy me and spread positiveness all around the world :)

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My dear Delilah... pt. II

Title: My dear Delilah… pt. II Author: Dalila Ship: Sherlock x Reader Word count: 1.810 Part one: x Summary: After revealing yourself as Moriarty’s partner, you aim his gun at Sherlock. The three of you stand there, until another twist comes someone’s way. Warnings: someone being shot, blood loss (message me if I should add something to the list)

      “Oh, I see…” Images of you flickering before his eyes. Each smile, each wink, every picture he’d saved in his mind – it was all a lie. “You’re (Y/N)”

      “I find it amusing. James said you were smarter than… ordinary people.”

      “But you… You weren’t supposed to be like this.” His scream echoed, filling the walls around you.

      Then you grabbed the gun Moriarty hid in his suit. You pointed it at Sherlock, with a playful smirk. “Maybe you just wanted to believe that. John, Molly… it was never enough for you. You needed someone who’d made you feel special. You needed someone matching your level. But we were never matching. I’m higher than you. And you proved that on the very day we’ve met. I gave you a clue, right away.”

      “Of course… Delilah - Samson’s wife, the symbol of betrayal.”

      “What parent would name their child Delilah, right?” he couldn’t stop staring at you, as you lowered the gun and aimed it at his heart. Not knowing you’ve already hit him there. Already killed him. “Now, James… what do you think we should do with this one?”

      Time seemed to stop at that very moment. Moriarty’s gun in your hands aimed at Sherlock’s heart and Moriarty right behind you. Sherlock tried to picture this situation in his mind palace to figure out how to survive. The problem was, he was out of options. He was harmless, he always was harmless whenever you were concerned.

      “No need to be dramatic, darling.” Moriarty burst out in laughter, once more placing a hand on your shoulder. One corner of your lips went up at his touch. “Step back now, it’s no time to set fire.”

      Seconds turned to ages, as you just stared at each other. Sherlock examined every part of your face. It was never easy, reading you. You were often misguiding him, creating façades to slow him down. But your eyes were honest, the only place you couldn’t control. And yet, he could only see one thing reflecting in them.

      Himself.

      Your playful smirk lightened up once again, as you gave Sherlock a quick wink.

      “Fire doesn’t know time.” Maniacal laughter filled his ears moments before you fired your gun… just below Moriarty’s ribs. “Oopsie…” you threw the gun his way before causally walking to Sherlock. “And you’re going to follow me, without any tricks. You know I don’t need a gun to put you through hell.” You walked past him, leaving him in shock for a few seconds.

      “You bloody traitor…” Moriarty was squirming in pain, his blood already spreading on the floor. And even while struggling to breathe, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Clever traitor!” he shouted with a psychotic grin on his face.

      “I said: follow me…” you repeated, standing near the door. You didn’t even bother turning your face to them. There was no need for that. “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” With one last chuckle, you exited the cathedral, knowing Sherlock was right behind you.

      “You’re (Y/N)…”

      “Yeah, we already settled that one. Move on.” You played with a lost strand of your hair, with Sherlock sitting in front of you in his chair on 221B Baker Street. Outside, skyline was lit up with stars. London lived its life without the two of you, as you secluded in his small flat.

      “What was the point of all this?” his eyes were narrowed, as he tried to get an answer without you saying anything. You smiled, knowing he wouldn’t be able to deduce it. Making things messy and overcomplicated was your speciality. 

      “I may be a psycho, but I’m not even half as dangerous as that bastard.” Your gaze went absent for a few moments, as your mouth continued to voice your thoughts. “I heard about him years ago. I was in mess with myself, without any purpose…”

      “That was why you joined him? So he could give you purpose?” he scoffed, shaking his head at you. And you just sighed with disappointment.

      “Yeah, because ever since I was a kid I dreamed about being a serial killer, be realistic now.” You mocked him, tapping your fingers on the table. Sherlock’s eyebrows twitched a little when he realized you’d been tapping his own melody. You got up and casually walked to the kitchen. “Fancy a tea?”

      “If it wasn’t for that, why did you join him?” he got up and followed you. You’d noticed he was keeping his distance from you. Observing you, the way predator observes his prey. You turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

      “And why does anyone do anything?” you slowly repeated Moriarty’s words. You heard them so often, they became your own mantra. “Why are you chasing after him, playing all his games, letting him mess around with everyone? I wanted to stop him.”

      His brows furrowed at your words. “People died, (Y/N)! Not just because you didn’t stop him, you killed them yourself. Torturing them, driving them mad.” He practically shouted at you, throwing one of the cups across the room. It shattered against the wall, but you didn’t even blink. Didn’t break eye contact for one moment.

      “Would you rather have someone else do it for him? Someone actually dedicated to this maniac?” you made your way closer to him, your eyes burning with passion. You faces were only inches away, when you pierced him with your eyes. Trying to reach his soul. No, deeper. His mind, the only place he ever paid attention to. “If it wasn’t for me, you’d probably be dead by now. Without any clues about what he’s going to do next. His stupid game would be over and you’d die if it wasn’t for me.” You hissed those words right in his face, rage pouring out of your words, your eyes. “It was my sacrifice for the world, Sherlock.”

      This wasn’t your first argument, but it was indeed your first truly honest conversation. It was usually easy for him to understand any point you’d make, but each time it would be just a façade, carefully planned lie. Without real emotions. “You call this sacrifice?” he asked.

      “I looked out for the bigger picture there! Something you could try, maybe then you would stop walk in circles.” Your breath was irregular, as you threw words at him. “You’d never get anything out of him or any other member of his web. You needed me there.”

      “If you truly were on my side, why didn’t you kill him today? You could have ended this all in a matter of seconds.” Sherlock made his way closer to you, his voice full of disgust. He hated you, for all the things you’d done. A soft smile crept over your lips at his tone. Oh, you knew it would come to that one day…

      “Of all people you should know – Moriarty is smart.” Your voice turned calm again, a sense of peace filling you. “But he’s also chaotic. He’s not doing this for anything else than his own entertainment. He’s Nero, making the world burn just so he can warm up in its flame. I spent my best years to understand his instincts.” You tried taking his hand in yours, but he quickly retrieved it. “If I killed him today, his web would outlive him. I wasn’t the one who  would take over it. You’d lose it all, forever. You’d never find it again. Moriarty is always in control. He’ll also be in control of his own death. This is all a game to him, and you need to play along.”

      He looked into your eyes one more time. His face was a riddle of emotions, one you didn’t even try to solve. You didn’t want to know what would be the result. After a moment, he left the kitchen and took his violin in his hands, implying that the conversation was over.

      “I have few people who are faithful to me, not Moriarty. They took care of him and already informed your brother.” You closed your eyes as a sweet melody filled your ears. Only then, your body was shaken a little. One last time, you heard him play. “By now, James is probably being interrogated. This is not the end, but it will give you some time to prepare.” You took your bag from the chair you’d been sitting on and turned to the exit.

      “Prepare for what exactly?” he asked, not turning his face towards you.

      “For the next step of his game. It’ll take a lot of effort, but I believe I already made it a little easier for you.” You chuckled quietly. “You’ve made a big mistake trusting me the first time Sherlock. You listened to your heart, but you should never let it rule your head.”

      “I’ll keep it in mind…” his tone was distant, even more than usual. You’ve grown to understand how he’d leave the real world to enter his mind palace, how he kept away from people to be in his best mental state. But this was different. You proved him wrong, you played him and it would never be the same between you.

      “Goodbye, Sherlock.” You said, taking one last glance at the flat. Surprisingly, you’ve grown accustomed to being there. All this time, you knew it would eventually come to an end. It was just your mission to be there, yet the thought of leaving almost saddened you. 

      “This is your last goodbye, right?” his words echoed in your head for the first few seconds before you answered. You smiled, but weakly.

      “Soon, there will be a reward set for my head. I need to hide, probably I’ll have to do it for the rest of my life. The good part is that I won’t have to hide for a long time. Betrayal has a really high price, Sherlock. Especially in criminal world…” For a moment, you allowed your true feelings to show. You let out a tired sigh. You were tired. Not being able to live your own life, always doing everything for the greater cause. “This is my sacrifice.”

      “I understand.” For the first time since you both walked out of the cathedral, his voice was soft. You looked over your shoulder at him. He was looking at you from over his shoulder too. And he was smiling at you. It wasn’t much. But he understood you. And you understood him.

      “You were never Samson…” you stated what you both already knew. The moment you shot Moriarty, Sherlock understood the true symbolism of your name. “Moriarty couldn’t get it… He’d never think of being represented by a good guy.” 

      “Most people wouldn’t think that a traitor could represent the good side.” He added, once more turning his attention fully to the instrument. One last time…

      “Good luck, Holmes. I’m afraid you’re going to need it.” A single tear danced in the corner of your eye. “Just… one last favour. Compose something for me. My testament to this world. I believe you’re the only one capable of telling the truth without any words.”

      You left the apartment, knowing you’d never again visit 221B Baker Street. Ever since you decided to play triple agent, you’d been preparing for that day. Always telling yourself, it’s okay. You deserved worse for the things you did to climb up the ladder of criminals. Just… experiencing it was different. Despite being driven by your own twisted sense of duty, you got used to the life of Sherlock Holmes’ side partner. 

      “Testament of Delilah…” he observed his bow carefully, his hands making the decision for him. His heart shouldn’t drive his head ever again, but even he was unable to keep his heart completely silent. It needed to find its release. In a melody that started off as soft and caring, then turned fierce and mad. Only to end in repeating the first rhythm, this time in melancholic way. As if he was playing one last time.

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Part 4

We were about to fall into a round of awkward silence before Mickey—Micje suggested food. He said he was starving, since he was still settling into his living quarters as of that morning. His shuttle from Glau arrived so late the night before, he just passed out on the cheap bed as soon as he found the room.

I agreed because it got us moving on to something else...and I wanted to see what a public cafeteria was like on Zi'inra. And I assume Riche'e agreed just because it got us moving on to something else. I'd seen the parties he goes to; food that wasn't served on fancy plates smaller than my hand didn't seem like something that would excite him.

The mess hall—or floor, rather—was a massive buffet style area with various sized tables spread out. Flimsy partitions and half-walls lined blocks of three tables by three around the perimeter of the hall, with most of the larger tables in the center. Some two person tables lined the walls. Brown and white made up the bulk of everything, with orange, yellow, and green accents everywhere. The white noise of people talking and eating was muted, like a quietly noisy library. I wondered if it was the combination of carpet and walls or if galactic society just had a collective respect for food time and eating areas. The second option amused me more, so that's what I stuck with.

And it seemed I was right about Riche'e. Micje lead us into the hall, Riche'e went straight for a small table, sat down, and rubbed the edge of the red mark that had developed on the corner of his forehead.

I kept following Micje as he made his way to a buffet counter. He stopped at the end of it and slowly ran a hand through his shaggy hair. He was trying to look nonchalant when he turned and peeked over his arm at the tables, at Riche'e.

"I think I just lost my chance at Zega," he said quietly when he noticed me beside him. "I'm going to be dismissed." He nodded to himself.

I shook my head.

He nodded again with more force and dropped his hand. "I'm reckless! No self-control. Imagine if that was a real situation? Could've been deadly!" He cursed under his breath. "I turned down a gaming contract for this. I was so... And what happens before the day has started? I injure someone for not paying attention."

I pursed my lips; my eyebrows pulled together.

"He is not injured, just bruised," I said. "The fact you say those things shows you are not actually..." I searched for the Copan word for stupid. "You're not kuma." That wasn't it, but I was pretty sure kuma was close. It meant something like moron. "If that ball was something bad and deadly like some real situation, would you think that tossing it around would be something you would do? I do not think you would be throwing it at your people. I would not."

"True, I guess." He smiled and turned back to the counter, grabbing a metal bowl. His head swung right and left as he got a good look at everything.

"And have we started the actual test yet? I think you are safe still." That's what I was hoping for myself, at least.

"Either way, I hope they see it how you said." He settled on a pot of what looked like runny, gray oatmeal and started ladling to himself. Out of all the foods—most of which were colorful, if strangely shaped—he went for...that.

"No one saw, maybe. Do not worry."

"Someone always sees," he shook his head. He looked up and quickly looked around, then pointed a space in the air before he went back to ladling. I didn't see it at first, trying to find whatever it was on the wall he showed me, but then there was a slight wave in the air. The wave bobbed and drifted and I was able to make out a sphere.

"What is that?" It seemed like it was an invisible camera, which I hoped it wasn't.

"What do you mean what is that?" His eyebrows furrowed at me.

"Is that how they watch us?"

"Obviously."

And I had to get this question out of the way: "Those are not everywhere, are they?"

"Yes."

"No, I am saying...everywhere. Everywhere?"

"Eh..." He watched me for a moment. "Yes." He chuckled and shook his head. "Public safety. Yes, they are everywhere."

Okay, great, so the galaxy's version of CCTV was invisible floating balls that could follow you around? And people back home thought cameras on street corners were creepy.

I couldn't watch Micje prepare the bowl anymore as he moved on to sprinkling some powder from a tiny jar into it. (A dried version of the Essence of Pure Flavor, I hope.) I grabbed a purple fruit and spun on a heel, making for the table Riche'e went to.

It was a little disappointing there were no cookies stacked somewhere on the counter, as all good free buffets have, but the fruit would do. I assumed it was a fruit. It looked like a kiwano melon, just not orange, and had a sweet smell that made it a perfect candidate for a dollar store shampoo. I hoped the taste test was as interesting once I figured out how to open and eat it.

"Someone always sees," Micje mumbled. Some utensils jangled and his feet scraped on the floor in a seeming hurry to not get left alone.

Maybe we should have started a bet. Who would get kicked out for their fault first? Me for my lack of basic skills or him for his oopsie? Only time would tell.

"How is your head?" I asked Riche'e when I sat across from him. The event may have been satisfying but I felt bad for laughing.

Riche'e glanced up, but hardly, giving a vague shrug, a shake of his head, and a barely intelligible mumble. So I guessed that meant it was fine—or he was acting like a cat that didn't want to draw any more attention to the fact it got hurt. He was holding stiff and reading a wall of text on a clear, flexible sheet, a series of images scrolling up on the side it. They looked like ships. Or maybe shuttles. Jets?

"Where did that come from?" I looked around to the other tables to see if they had some laying around like leaflets left at a café, but I only saw a few other folks with them in hand. Riche'e hadn't been holding that before.

Both Micje and him moved at the same time. Micje, who'd only just sat and picked up his spoon, put his spoon down and shoved up his sleeve to reveal a cuff bracelet with that same type of sheet wrapped around it and his forearm. As the light hit it, a few symbols blinked on the sheet.

Riche'e rolled up his sleeve, but took his time doing so so the fabric would stay folded. He took his sheet and wrapped it, the edge guiding itself around as if it were magnetized. Once the edge of the sheet was touching most of the cuff, the text shrunk to a small box on his inner forearm. He held it up to model a moment before pulling the sheet off to go back to reading.

"You don't have one?" Micje asked, finally getting to dig into his mush.

"No... I am a little out of the circle." I had no sleeves to hide my arms, so I just held up my bare wrists. I felt 'out of the loop' was a good vague way to explain it.

"You should. With these, I don't know why anyone sticks to the big blocks."

I snorted. "Where I come from, those big blocks are state of the art."

Riche'e sighed as I said that. (I said it in English. I didn't know the Copan phrase for cutting edge!) His cheeks rippled as he clenched his jaw. His drifted up from the text. He laid the sheet on the table.

"Listen, as I was saying before..."

I bit my top lip as hard as I could bear and pushed myself against the back of my chair.

"Earth isn't an real planet. The Orphanage also searched for planets called Terra, Erde, and Diqiu—several others—and they don't exist either." He started twisting his cuff around his wrist. "They're just stories that are passed around among the groups of rudkjurt as they are discovered until they believe them because it's easier to believe than your past. It's a replacement for what you don't know." He stopped playing with his cuff. "And you shouldn't be here try to start a career based on it. You will be disappointed, and you won't make it far."

Micje looked up at soon as Riche'e said the magic word, but waited until he was finished. "You're a rudkjurt?" So much for that vague explanation and no one else finding out.

I stayed quiet, glaring at Riche'e. I didn't like the way he said to try. I didn't like anything he said. Where did he get off? He thought he was an expert because he read a couple of articles on the space internet?

"Screw you." I leaned forward, squeezing my not-kiwano. "You have only read things. I have true experience with the Orphanage. I am not going to try to start a career based on it. I will. I am going to pass our test for Zega. And he"—I pointed at Micje—"is going to pass our test for Zega. And I am going to prove that Earth exists. And if—if you pass the test, you will be right next to me when I do so I can see your face."

That was strong. I didn't know what I was supposed to be reading on Riche'e's face, but he didn't say anything. His eyebrows simply raised and twisted and lowered. I swallowed. I knew how stupid everything I just said was, but I held his gaze. Hopefully the panic wasn't written all over my face.

This was going to be an embarrassing week. I saw it right away. Tomorrow, the day after, the day after that, I was going to be tapped on the shoulder, discreetly asked to leave the premises, and Riche'e was going to give me the classic told-you-so.

So, great, I had to learn how to read, function, speak big Copan words, and not get kicked out in less than seven days. I should get a head start on space maps and real astronomy in the case I actually lived up to my word. The very unlikely case.

I wondered what whoever was watching on the invisible cameras was thinking.

I couldn't hold the stare-off any longer. He won this round. I dropped my head and lifted the fruit. "How do I eat this?"

[naruto-scenarios-plus-akatsuki]

Can you write a scenario where the reader fights Obito/Tobi (like the fight with Konan)?

You said you wanted a fight? A fight you shall get :) but no one can defeat the Great and Silly Tobi! Hahah. Hope this aint a disappointment! It may seem chaotic cause there’s some silly parts but… Tobi is very frightening. ^.^ Let me know what you think.Reader Engaging Tobi

You kept quiet as you watched your targets, carefully. Youhad been tailing them for two days, keeping a tactful distance. There were onlytwo of them, but they both bore the robes that symbolized the Akatsuki that youwere after.

You observed their behavior, hoping to learn their strengthsand weakness, but what you mostly saw was bickering between the two. One wasrelatively short compared to the average man with golden hair that covered oneeye and the rest tied up in a ponytail. You had overheard his name was Deidaraand he had a rather explosive temper along with explosive jutsu. The othershinobi that accompanied Deidara was named Tobi who wore an orange mask thatcovered all of his face except one eye.

You weren’t sure what his jutsu was as you have failed toseen him use it on his partner, but by the way he behaved you didn’t think hewas much of a threat. He acted like a school boy fresh out of the academy withthe way he egged his partner on. He had no filter as he skipped merrily ontheir journey to where ever they were headed. His joyous personality only madeyour blood boil as you had to stay patient.

You were doing this for the ones you lost. You were doingthis for the ones you loved. They died at the hands of the Akatsuki; theircloak forever ingrained into your brain from that day. You vowed that theywould pay. You vowed to get your revenge.

Your hand curled around the kunai in your hand tighter asyou were overwhelmed with rage, but you needed to stay calm. You knew therewere more than two members of the Akatsuki and they all had to pay. They alldeserved to die.

Your attention snapped back to the pair of Akatsuki membersyou were watching as they began to move again away from the tea shop theystopped to rest at. They were back on the road as you quietly stalked them fromthe trees, silencing your footsteps with chakra.

They had only been a mile from the tea shop when Deidarastopped in his tracks, making Tobi halt alongside him.

“What’s the matter Deidara? Did you forget your wallet atthe shop?” Tobi questioned, teasingly as he invaded his partner’s space.

Deidara scoffed at Tobi, annoyed as he pushed Tobi away fromhim. “Fool! It’s nothing like that, un,” Deidara remarked, moving to side-stepround Tobi.

It only took a split second, as you ducked quickly to theright to avoid a kunai headed straight for your face. You jumped into a newtree, on guard, realizing it only took Deidara a brief moment to turn around andfling that kunai at you.

Deidara seemed unimpressed and agitated as he dug his handinto his pouch at his hip. “We have a tail,” Deidara stated dryly to Tobi ashe glared in the direction you were hiding in.

“Huhh???? Where?” Tobi questioned, looking around theatricallywith his hand raised above his head.

Deidara sighed at Tobi’s incompetence, before he called outto you. “Whoever you are, you better come out now or we won’t be merciful. Wealready know you’re there.”

You weighed your options quickly, sheathing your kunai anddecided to make your appearance, knowing the element of surprise you were originallyplanning on was no longer an option. You jumped out of the trees, landing in frontof the two with your scroll ready in your hand behind your back.

The two Akatsuki members looked you over from head to toe,sizing you up.

“What do you want? We don’t appreciate being followed,”Deidara blurted out, his eyes narrowing.

“I’m here seeking vengeances for my family you took from me!”You declared, anger seeping out of your words.

Deidara looked at you quizzingly before shrugging hisshoulders. “I don’t recall, un”.

“You murdered them in cold blood!” You raised your voice inoutrage.

“Not in cold blood, no, we usually do things for money, ya,”Deidara spoke, boredly.

“DEIDARA! Don’t be so insensitive,” Tobi remarked with awhine to his voice. “Can’t you see they are trying to monologue.”

“You two shall pay!” You declared, furious as you whippedout your scroll unraveling it. “Summing jutsu: Wild Hyenas,” you called as youdrew blood from your hand, swiping it on the scroll.

In a puff of smoke, two gigantic grown hyenas were hunchedbeside you, growling. You drew your kunai from your holster, preparing tobattle the two.

“AWE! What sweet little puppies!” Tobi announced as heclasped his hands in delight.

Deidara rolled his eyes as he slouched his shoulders. “I’lllet you take care of this one, Tobi,” Deidara announced before leaping awayfrom the battle field.

“Wait what?!?!” Tobi quickly turned back to find his partnermissing.

“You won’t get away!” You charged, signally your hyenas toattack.

Tobi turned back in time to see the hyenas lunging after himand he bolted from his position, flailing his arms dramatically around as heran away.

“Nice doggies, nice doggies! Deidara why don’t you helpmee!!!” Tobi whined.

You had enough games and needed to end the match with the maskedone quickly to deal with Deidara separately and you couldn’t waste much chakradoing so. You cut off Tobi’s escape as he was fleeing from your hyenas. He had nowhereelse to turn as your hyenas flanked him and you readied your kunai.

You charged forward at Tobi; you were prepared to feel yourknife plunging into his body and rip away his life, but as Tobi ran into you…he went through you. It caught you off guard, as your body was still chargingforward from the momentum as you kunai sunk into something entirelyunexpected.

Blood splattered onto your face as you were stunned intosilence as you watched your summons whine and twitch beneath your touch.

“No… no, no,” you murmured as you retracted the knife fromyour dying hyena’s body. You were so shocked as you tried to blindly stop theblood that was pouring out of your hyena’s throat.

You felt tears prickling your eyes as anger consumed you;your other hyena stopping to mourn for its lost brethren. You gathered yourselffrom the ground turning sharply to the shinobi that cause this mishap. You hadno idea how he was able to escape from your clutches, but you weren’t going tomiss next time around.

“Oopsie,” Tobi expressed, covering his mouth in shame.

You glared hard at Tobi with new found passion and desire torip the life away from him. You charged Tobi once more, throwing shuriken inadvanced. You watched as he dodged the shuriken playfully as he shouted fearfully.You realized then it was an act.

Tobi was not to be underestimated as you watched how hismovements seemed chaotic but were tactful. You gritted your teeth as you began tocircle him, throwing more shuriken every chance you got. Your last hyenatailing you as it waited for your command.

You moved to strike at Tobi with a kunai in hand as he seem toblock your attempts effortlessly. You threw your fist towards his face, but hepushed it aside as you latched onto that hand. His other hand came up totear you away from him but you were able to grab a hold of him. The two of youstood only for a moment deadlocked, face to face, as you held on tight toforfeit his escape this time as you whistle to your hyena to deliver the finalblow.

The two of you watched as your hyena leaped up with teethbare to sink into your captive’s skin. However, you were taken by surprise whenyour hyena’s teeth sunk into your arm instead. You shouted in pain as you letgo of Tobi and fell to the floor trying to fight off your hyena.

The pain blocked any rational thought you had as youstruggled to get control of your hyena. You were dumbfounded why your hyena wasn’tlistening to you. It was as if it was possessed as you struggled under it to befree, not wanting to hurt your summons.

Soon you were able to make the appropriate hand signs torelease the summons having the hyena poof away. You laid there, breathingheavily on the floor with practically half of your arm chewed off. Blood wasstreaming from your being and you felt exhaustion hit you heavily. You knew itwas too late as you examined the damage of your canine friend. You were losingtoo much blood too quickly.

There was no way for you to recover. You didn’t have anymedical training or anyone around to help you. Any one that could have helpedyou was dead. Your eyes became damp as tears leaked from your eyes. You hadfailed. You weren’t strong enough. You didn’t get your revenge.

As you laid there close to death, you saw your enemyapproaching. Tobi stood above you, looking down on you silently.

You knew he was more than he seemed and you tried desperately toclear your throat.

“H-.. How?” You barely muttered through the pain in yourentire being.

You knew you didn’t have long as you struggled to staycoherent. You watched as Tobi crouched down, beside your dying form.

“Your doggies were very pretty, but no match for me,” Tobispoke, clearly chipper.

You eyed Tobi warily as you could feel your heart slowingdown. Tobi tilted his head down, just enough for you to see his one visible eye through the whole in his mask. You gasped quietly as your eyes connected withthe sharingon and stuttered incoherently as your brain connected the dots. Hetook control of your hyena. He did this to you. He was an Uchiha… was your lastthought as you faded into oblivion.