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Anesthesia Brain Fog

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

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Post Date: July 3rd 2023

Post Time: 10:48 pm

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,195

Summary: When the reader goes under anesthesia for a surgery, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw sweetly takes care of his wife.

Author's Note: This Fic is based off of this video:

I {Faith} saw this on Tiktok and immediately thought of our sweet sweet Rooster and I {Faith} came up with the following Fic. I {Faith} decided that we don't give enough just fluff on this page so here you guys go a straight up fluffy piece. Plus I {Faith} believe that to this day this is my best work yet, you guys can really tell how far I've come in my writing if you guys follow my Wattpad and I am super proud of this one. With that being said I hope you guys enjoy this work of mine and I hope I did both brads and Maverick justice though my writing. I hope you guys see how much I put into making this absolutely just Brad.

Bradley’s Pov:

“She’ll be fine, Bradley. They said they do this surgery all the time,” Maverick notes, trying to comfort me. I raise my head to look at him.

“I know, I just miss her is all. This is the first time in a long time we’ve been apart this long,” I reply as my leg bounces from anticipation about my wife.

“You look more worried than anything, but I get it. You guys are always together. Hell, you guys are even together in the air,” he comments with a chuckle and I sigh, rubbing my hand over my face.

“Ok. Maybe I’m a little worried, Mav, but wouldn’t you be worried too if Penny had to have aortic valve surgery?” I question him in a slightly biting tone and he shrugs before nodding.

“I’d be worried with any form of surgery on Penny,” he sympathizes with me and I throw a hand up to point at him.

“See. So it’s only natural I'm worried,” I justify with a shrug before looking back down as I play with the ring that sits on my finger, twisting it around.

I sigh as I sit back in my chair, waiting for y/n to come out of her surgery. When she’d started having chest pains a few weeks back, I immediately took her to the doctor and they found that her blood pressure was a little low. They looked at the problem further to learn that her aortic valve had been narrowing, making it hard for her heart to pump any blood to the rest of her body.

The doctor immediately had her start the preparation for the surgery, which I of course helped her though. Today was the day we both highly anticipated for the last three weeks: the surgery. Her numbers kept bouncing back and forth, making the three weeks of waiting unbearable, until finally she was in the right range of numbers they wanted. Now it had only been three and a half hours since they finally took her back. My leg has been bouncing the whole time, unable to sit still as I continuously rub at my mustache or play with my ring anxiously while we wait for any news.

“Really, I’m sure she’ll be fine. She’s under anesthesia, Bradley. She probably doesn’t feel a thing,” Maverick offers his comfort once again and I sigh, shaking my head as I sit up with my arms crossed.

“But that’s the thing, Mav. What if she does feel anything? I read somewhere that sometimes even with the anesthesia, a person can feel everything,” I explain while smoothing out my mustache and he shakes his head, chuckling.

“Bradley. I’m sure she doesn’t. If I remember correctly from the research I did, it’s only one patient per thousand that feels anything,” he explains as he pushes off the wall where he’d been standing with his arms crossed and I shake my head in frustration.

“She’s okay and either way, she’ll be fine. You're just making yourself panic more than need be, son,” he calmly talks me down as he walks over next to me and I sigh, nodding.

“I know, Mav, I just wish I could be with her,” I reply as he chuckles, setting a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it.

“You remind me so much of your dad. He’d be the same way. So protective and a big worry wort,” he comments jokingly yet lovingly, and I lightly smile as I uncross my arms now.

I start to say something but the door opens, cutting me off. A nice looking older lady with brown shoulder-length hair walks in. She closes the door behind her before turning to us with a smile on her face. Maverick smiles softly as he takes his hand off my shoulder to shake hers before crossing them once more.

“Hi, my name is Kairi. I’m the head nurse on the floor today,” she introduces herself with a light smile.

“Y/n should be out soon, I’m just here to get the room ready and to inform you that it went well,” she explains to us as she starts to move around the room and I let out a sigh of relief.

“See, Bradley? You were all worried for nothing,” Maverick jokes with a small chuckle as he slaps me on the shoulder and the nurse lets out a small laugh too.

“Well, no more worrying. She’ll be here soon. She did so well. The doctor had little to no issues,” she reassures me in a friendly tone.

“So there were issues?” I ask and Kairi shakes her head.

“It wasn’t a big one, she just had a very elevated blood pressure from her body learning to take to the new dynamic again. It didn’t remember how to function with the valve not closing off, but in the end all went well and the doctor was able to fix her all up,” Kairi continues to reassure me and I sigh.

“Will she be awake when she comes in?” I ask and she smiles softly.

“She may still be asleep at first because the anesthesia will still be wearing off, but she’ll be perfectly ok,” she promises as she writes something on the big chart on the wall and for the first time all morning, I can feel myself relax.

“Ok. Well, I’m finished up,” Kairi starts as she lightly pushes off the wall, caps the white board marker she's holding, and clips it back to the side of the board.

“She’ll be in here in a few minutes. If you need anything, just push this button and I should get the notification to come on in,” Kairi continues to explain to us as she points to the button before putting her right hand in her pocket as she starts to walk out of the room.

“Oh! Would you look at that, I was right,” Kairi remarks happily when she opens the door and there’s two other nurses pushing y/n’s bed.

We watch as they get the bed into its final resting place. Soon they finish up and we watch as they all move towards the door.

“Let me know when she’s awake and we can make sure she’s not too out of it,” Kairi informs us as she turns back to us with a smile and a nod before her and other nurses are fully leaving the room.

“Sounds like it’s just a waiting game now,” Maverick comments as he leans back in his chair and I give a small “hmm” as I pull out my phone.

I text the group chat to let everyone know she’s out of surgery and in no time start getting replies about how happy the team is that it went well. I smile softly at the love she gets from everyone on the team and respond back to a few of them.

When the group chat calms down a bit, I mess around on some other things on my phone for a while as I grab her hand and hold onto it with my unoccupied hand. It’s only about an hour later when I feel y/n squeeze my hand lightly.

I jump up and quickly put my phone back into my pocket as she groans for a moment. Maverick looks up from his phone when I jump up and hover next to her. He stands up and walks closer to the other side of her bed.

“Morning, honey. How are you feeling?” I ask in a soft tone as I smile down at her.

She blinks a few times and groggily looks up at me as I stroke her hair back lightly. Maverick chuckles before walking over to the door and opening it. He stops and turns to look back as I look up at him.

“I’ll go let Kairi know that she’s awake,” he informs me before he walks out.

Y/n groggily blinks up at me a little more before reaching up for me. I go to reach for her hand, but stop when she starts to rub at my cheek. I smile down at her and she smiles as she pokes my mustache, making me chuckle.

“What, you like my mustache? Was it a nice sleep?” I question her with a quirked eyebrow as she continues to look at me with half-lidded eyes.

Maverick walks back in with Kairi and she smiles as she walks over to y/n. Kairi stops by y/n’s bed and looks over her drip bag.

“Good morning, miss y/n. How are you feeling?” she queries and y/n smiles groggily at her.

“I feel fine, but who’s he? He looks cute…” y/n questions as she points at me and I fight off a laugh as Maverick looks at me with a smirk.

“Sweetheart, that's Bradley. Your husband,” Maverick states to her through his laughs.

“Oh hi, Mav!” Y/n shouts as she looks over at him and grins as he gives her a small wave.

“Wait, so she remembers Mav, but not me?” I ask and the nurse smiles softly as she looks her over.

“It may just be temporary amnesia from the anesthesia. It’ll wear off soon enough,” she explains as she continues to look her over.

“Looks like you were worried about the wrong thing, Bradley,” Mavrick jokes with a smirk and I give him a playful glare.

“Temporary amnesia is common and it can definitely be very selective. So I wouldn’t worry. Everyone reacts a little differently to the anesthesia,” Kairi continues to explain as she looks over the needle in y/n’s arm.

“Well, she looks ok and like all is well. I’ll come in when she’s more awake and off the amnesia from the anesthesia. I will also be checking in every half hour or so,” Kairi explains as I look up at her and give her a nod.

“You know what button to push if you need me, right?” Kairi queries one last time, making me and Maverick nod.

“I think we got it from here. Thank you, Kairi,” Maverick muses out through his laughter that he’s trying to stifle and she smiles, nodding at him before heading out of the room while holding her own laughter in.

“You come back here,” y/n demands, pointing at me and wiggling her finger for me to come closer. I hold back a laugh as I bend back down to her.

“Oh I’m getting this on video. The memory will be golden,” Maverick comments as he pulls his phone out and seems to start recording.

“You like how he looks, Bumblebee?” Mavrick questions as she starts to caress my face again.

“You look a little weird,” she declares and I hold back a laugh again.

“But you're cute,” she continues as she pokes my mustache again, making me openly laugh now.

“Hmm. Well I’m glad you still like my face,” I joke and look up at Maverick, who’s stifling many more laughs while recording.

“She’s so gonna kill me for recording this, but it’s so good,” Maverick cheekily jokes as he continues to record and I chuckle.

“That she will, Mav, but I’m sure once she sees it she’ll just laugh it off. Ya know, after she kills you though,” I agree jokingly with him and he shrugs.

“Worth it,” he comments with a shrug and I shake my head at him.

She continues to rub at my face again and soon it starts to tickle, making me shy away for a moment. She then stops rubbing my face and I turn back to her while laughing. She stops and looks at me in confusion, making me tilt my head as she continues to look at me for a moment, almost deep in thought.

“You’re funny lookin’,” she decides as she points at me and I bow my head to laugh.

I look up at Maverick as I continue to laugh, but jump when she pulls my hat off. I watch as she holds it up and looks at it before trying to put it on her own head, but it ends up just sitting haphazardly on her head.

“I like it. My hats always look good on you, sweetie,” I state with a grin before she pokes my mustache again.

“I like you,” she informs as she keeps poking at my mustache, making me chortle.

“Yeah? Do you?” I ask her and she keeps poking my mustache as well as my lip now.

“I think,” she adds and I chuckle as I give her a playful shocked look.

“You think?” I ask her though my laughter and she widens her eyes at me, continuously poking my face.

“Honey. You don’t have a straight head right now. Thinking may not be the best idea,” I joke and Maverick chuckles as she just gives me a confused look.

She then takes my hat off her head and throws it down on the side of the bed. She looks away for a moment, then looks back at me and takes my aviators off. She tries them on, but they only sit haphazardly on her face again.

“I like them. Again, they look good on you, darlin’. My stuff always suits you,” I tell her with a grin as I nod at her.

“You’re cute,” she comments, completely ignoring what I’d told her as she pulls her hand away only to thump me in the forehead as she points to it.

I laugh as she lets her hand drop and she looks up at me in awe some more. I look at Maverick and we have a silent conversation before I nod, chuckling to myself as I turn back to her.

“I’m gonna blow your mind right now, sweetheart,” I note jokingly.

“You wanna know how?” I ask her as she looks away from me, almost ignoring me.

I quickly move forward and give her cheek a kiss. she turns to me, her mouth falling open.

“That cute guy in the Hawaiian shirt is kissin me, Mav!” she shouts as she looks at me in awe and shock, making us both burst out into laughter.

She looks shocked and every time I look at her, I laugh harder. My face falls just under her chest above her lungs as I laugh harder and harder. I take a deep breath as I try to sober up from my laughter before looking back up at her again.

I quickly move forward and kiss her on the lips before pulling away to see her face in even more shock. Her mouth stays open in shock as her eyes widen and I can’t help but to laugh even harder.

“Whoa,” I playfully tell her with wide eyes and she doesn’t react, just stays frozen in her shock.

I lay my head back down again as I laugh harder at her and her hand grips onto my hair for a moment. She runs her fingers through it, making me look up at her again.

I lean forward for another kiss and this time she closes her mouth and kisses back. Once I pull back, she looks at me still in shock and I start to laugh harder if it’s even possible. I fall back onto the floor as I continue to laugh with my eyes screwing shut as I fight to breathe through the laughter.

“You are cute,” she states again as she points at me on the ground, only making me laugh harder.

“And he kissed you, sweetheart,” Maverick informs her, as she continues to look at me and loosely point at me now.

“How lucky are you?” Maverick asks her though his own laughter.

She quickly turns to look at Maverick, who tries hard not to laugh. He continues to record and laugh as she just stares at him.

“Think he’ll take you out to dinner when you get outta here?” Mavrick questions her and she looks at him.

“I got a nasty scar though,” she groans out with a face of disgust as she points to her chest where they opened her up.

“Don’t you worry about that, honey. I still find you very attractive,” I promise her with a smile and she gives me a dazed look as Maverick stops recording.

“I’m tired…” she whispers quietly and I smile, nodding at her.

“Ok. Go back to sleep then, princess. It’s ok to be tired. You’ve had a very long morning,” I promise her as I brush some of her hair back behind her ear.

“Ok, cute guy…” she mutters sleepily before closing her eyes and getting comfortable.

“I’ll, uhh, go get us some lunch. What do you want?” Maverick asks as he shoves his phone into his pocket.

“Umm, maybe some In-n-out?” I answer him with a question and he hums in agreement.

“That does sound very good. I’ll be back soon. We’ll watch the video when I get back,” he tells me with a smirk as he puts his jacket on and I nod at him as I try not to start laughing again.

He smiles and chuckles one last time before turning around and walking out the door. I chuckle lightly as I pull a chair over by y/n’s bedside before sitting down in it.

“Hey, cute guy…?” y/n quietly asks and I have to hold back a chuckle as I look up at her, giving her a ‘hmm’ in response.

“Will you hold my hand?” she again quietly asks me now, looking at me with her eyes gleaming and I grin.

“Of course, sweetheart,” I reply as I reach my hand out for her to take.

“Thank you, cute guy,” she whispers out, before cuddling back into her bed and I smile, squeezing her hand.

“You are very welcome, sweet girl,” I tell her as I bring her hand up to my lips, leaving a kiss on the back of it.

She sighs softly and I chuckle as she seems to slowly fall asleep. Once she’s out, my phone goes off and I quietly hiss as I quickly try to pull it out of my pocket with my free hand. When I successfully pull it out I see a text from Phoenix.

Phoenix: Hey. Any updates? She awake?

I smile softly at the care that comes through the text, the same as earlier. I look up at y/n to see that her chest rises and falls softly. I slowly let go of her hand for a split second so I can’t text back.

Me: Hey. All’s good. Although she did have a small bout of amnesia when she woke up. Nurse says it’s a common symptom for most people. Right now she’s asleep again. I’ll text and let you all know when she’s feeling up to visitors.

Y/n whines a little as her hand moves a bit as if searching for mine. I smile and after sending the text, quickly grab her hand again. She calms as soon as I grab it and I smile softly.

I then continue to play around on my phone as she sleeps and time seems to fly by. Soon before I know it, the door is opening and Maverick walks in with the In-n-out bags along with a drink holder with two drinks.

“How do you always do that?” I ask as he sets the two bags down along with the drinks and he hums.

“How do I do what?” he questions and I motion to the drinks.

“How do you carry drinks on your bike?!” I ask in astonishment and he chuckles, shrugging.

“I don’t know, just do,” he replies, bouncing his eyebrows at me and I shake my head.

“You are a wonder, Mav,” I tell him through a chuckle as I shake my head.

“So are you, kid. So are you,” he tells me with a smile my way.

“Come on. Let’s eat,” he continues as he pulls his burger out of the bag.

“I’ll eat mine over here,” I state, holding our interlaced hands up so he can see them and he nods, smiling as he pulls my fries out of the bag.

“I figured you would. Just like your dad. He wouldn’t have left Carol’s side for anything in the world even if it was to eat when she was in a hospital bed,” he reminisces and I smile softly, loving that he’s telling me about my dad.

He hands me the fries as well as my burger along with my drink and I take them, setting them down on her table. I take a moment to look over at her and smile when I see she’s peacefully sleeping. I then pull the table closer to me before starting to eat.

We both silently eat, exchanging banter every now and then before y/n lets out a groan. I look up at her before shoving my phone in my pocket, pushing the table away from myself and standing next to her.

“Morning, sweetheart. Did you have another nice nap?” I ask her and she smiles at me.

“Morning, Brads. Yes, yes it was a very nice sleep,” she tells me and I smile at the mention of one of my many nicknames that she’s dubbed me with.

“So you know who I am this time?” I ask her as I hold back a chuckle.

“What do you mean?! Do I know you?! Of course I know you. You're my husband,” she tells me while giving me an incredulous look.

“Sweetheart. I’m glad you know me now, but as of an hour ago you did not,” I inform her as I continue to hold back my laughter.

“What? No. I don’t even remember waking up,” she denies, shaking her head.

“But you did, honey,” I tell her softly and she shakes her head.

“Why don’t I remember it then?” she asks and I shrug lightly.

“Well I think I can answer that…” a voice speaks up, making me look up to see Kairi standing there smiling with her hands on her hips.

“You had a temporary form of amnesia when you woke up. You probably don’t remember it because you weren’t fully off the anesthesia, but now you should be,” Kairi explains as she smiles while walking over to us.

“How do you feel, Mrs. Bradshaw?” she asks as she walks over to us.

“I feel fine. Tired still and a little hungry, but overall fine,” y/n answers before looking over at me and I squeeze her hand lightly as I let out a chortle.

“Ok. I think we can handle that. I’ll make sure to have food brought up to you,” Kairi promises through her laughter.

“But don’t worry. It’s all normal after these kinds of surgeries. You may experience weakness for quite a while, as well as many bursts of emotions or even sudden tiredness,” Kairi explains softly and I smile at y/n encouragingly.

“You’re also looking fine, that must mean you’re already recovering pretty well. You may feel some pain or discomfort around the incision. If you do, just call me in and we’ll figure out what’s up,” Kairi explains as she finishes looking over y/n and I smile, nodding at her.

“Thank you, Kairi. We’ll definitely call if we need you,” I tell her and she smiles softly.

“Ok. I’ll see you again in an hour unless you need me before then,” Kairi promises with a smile as Maverick and I nod to her.

“Word of advice: keep these two around, Mrs. Bradshaw. They both seem to love you a whole lot,” Kairi comments, making y/n smile.

“Thank you, Kairi. I plan to,” y/n agrees and Kairi smiles, nodding before turning and heading for the door.

“Did I really forget you?” Y/n asks with a pout and I chuckle.

“Yes, you did Bee, I even got it on video!” Maverick tells her and she pouts even more.

“Hey. It’s ok, sweet pea. I know it wasn’t actually you. It was just a reaction you had to the anesthesia,” I promise her as I rub back some of her hair and she looks up at me, tears filling her eyes.

“B…b…but I forgot my Brads. How could I forget you?” she asks and I chuckle, looking at Maverick.

“I think she may be having one of those bursts of emotions, huh Bradley?” Maverick questions and I chuckle, shaking my head.

“I think she might be, but it’s okay. It’s just temporary. Honey, it’s ok, really. I know it wasn’t actually you forgetting me,” I tell her and her lip trembles.

“Really?” she hesitantly asks and I smile softly.

“Yes, my sweet girl, it's okay. I’m not mad,” I promise her and she finally smiles.

“It was more funny than anything. Wanna watch the video?” Maverick comments, holding back laughter and she glares at him.

“You better not have,” she sternly tells him and he chokes on his laughter.

“Oh, but I did…” he cheekily tells her with a smirk and she groans.

“Mav! Please delete it?!” she begs him and he laughs, shaking his head.

“No can do, Bee. Sorry, it’s just too good to delete,” he informs her and she lets out a huff as she crosses her arms.

“You must really want to die,” she mutters and I chuckle, shaking my head at my two favorite people.

“Bradley, honey… say your goodbyes to your father now while you have the chance, because as soon as I’m able to get out of this bed, he’s gone,” she tells me in a very serious tone and I hold back my laughter as I try to nod seriously at her.

“Bradley, tell her she can’t kill me,” Maverick tries to plea with me but I shake my head.

“Oh no. I’m not getting into this. I warned you, remember, and you just shrugged saying it was worth it, so don’t pull me in. I don’t wanna be in the hot seat. You're all on your own,” I tell him and slowly his eyes widen.

“Bradley, you can’t possibly sit by and just watch as she murders me,” he tries to fight back and I smirk.

“Who said I’d be sitting back? I wouldn’t even be in the room. Gotta keep my innocence,” I inform him and he scoffs, shaking his head.

“Innocence, my ass. Kid, you ain’t one bit innocent,” he tells me and that’s when I finally break, starting to laugh.

“Who are you to talk, Maverick? Mr. My name isn’t innocence…” y/n comments with an eye roll and I laugh harder as he looks at her in shock.

“And you act so innocent all the time? I think not!” he argues back and she scoffs.

“I’m definitely more innocent than you,” she continues to argue back and Maverick shakes his head.

“Bradley, help me out here, you can’t possibly think she’s so innocent,” Maverick begs me to help him and I shake my head.

“I’m not getting into this. This is between you two. I can’t be picking sides here now,” I reply, shaking my head in refusal.

“Wow. It’s her over me, huh?” he asks and I sigh, shaking my head in amusement.

“No. It’s not. I’m not picking sides for that specific reason and you know it,” I tell him and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Yeah. Yeah. I get it kid,” he surrenders, putting his hands up and I chuckle.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” A girl in her early 20s with a light brown bob walks in.

“Oh no. You're good. Come on in,” I inform her as I invite her in and she smiles softly.

“I’m Elizabeth. I’m just bringing Mrs. Bradshaw that food she requested,” she explains as she opens the door farther to show the tray she’s holding.

“Oh my goodness, food! I’m willing to eat literally anything!” Y/n moans out, making us all laugh and I lightly push my food aside for the nurse.

“She hasn’t eaten for thirty six hours, so…” I explain and the nurse nods.

“Well, here you go then. Enjoy!” Elizabeth tells y/n as she sets it down on the table.

“Thank you!” Y/n happily expresses her gratitude and Elisabeth smiles, nodding.

“Of course. It’s my job,” Elisabeth comments before walking back out the door.

“Welp, shall we finish our food and watch this video?” Maverick jokes as y/n starts to dig into her food.

Y/n stops what she’s doing, looks at him and growls. He puts his hands up in surrender again and I chuckle.

“Oh come on, honey. Don’t you wanna see it at least a little bit?” I ask her and she rolls her eyes, sighing.

“Uggh. I guess. Go ahead, play the dumb thing,” she agrees, rolling her eyes and I throw my head back laughing.

“I’ll put it up on the TV, it’s supposed to be able to connect to it,” he tells us as he starts to try and connect it.

“Yes! I got it!” he cheers when it connects and y/n groans when she sees it ready to play.

I sit back into my chair, still holding y/n’s hand as the video begins to play. I can’t help but smile as I watch her and Maverick joke around with each other. She giggles as well as groan every now and then at the video that plays over and over.

I can’t help but just enjoy sitting here with my wife, who’s now in recovery, and my father-like figure as they throw jokes back and forth. For the first time all day, I truly feel at peace, knowing everything went well today. I stand up and y/n looks at me, confused, but it quickly goes away as I sit on the bed with her.

She cuddles into my side as we continue to just laugh at the video. She groans and hides her head in my chest.

“He’s never going to let me live this down, will he?” she asks and I chuckle.

“No honey, I don’t think he will,” I quietly reply and she groans again.

“How in the world did I ever forget my Bradley Bear? It’s just not me!” she asks, shaking her head as she cuddles in closer, nuzzling her face into my chest and I smirk.

“Oh, but you did!” Mavrick remarks from the chair he now lounges in and y/n only growls at him again, making me chuckle.

“It’s okay though, sweetheart. I know you weren’t fully in your right mind,” I again promise her sweetly as I kiss her forehead and feel her smile softly as she snuggles into my side even more.

After we all finish cracking up laughing at the video of y/n, Maverick decides to watch something on TV. Together we decide what to watch and then just enjoy the rest of the day together, watching TV with y/n cuddled up next to me, Maverick in his chair, and Kairi checking in with us every so often.

The End…

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adrianasunderworld · 10 months ago

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More Isabelle doing Isabelle things

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Isabelle: Are those guys playing poker over there?

Jade: Yes, they like to play every Friday here.

Azul: Excellent customers. Though obviously not a word of their activities to the staff.

Isabelle: They must bring in a ton of cash.

Jade: Oh yes, all of them come from wealthy families.

Isabelle: Hm...Do they ever take new players?

Azul: I never took you for a gambler.

Isabelle: It's not gambling if you know what you're doing.

Isabelle: It's nice having tea with you like this,Trey.

Trey: I'm glad, you know you're always welcome. And I've been looking forward to having someone taste test these biscuits.

Isabelle: I'm happy to help. You know I have a friend,Luke, back home that loves to bake as well. And his mentor was the best baker in all the three realms.

Trey: Really? I would love to learn from someone like that.

Isabelle: I think you'd like them. Barbatos, really loved tea too. I remember he mentioned a tea that he always wanted to try, but it's pretty much impossible to get

Trey: Really? Didn't you say Barbatos was some ancient demon, I can't imagine a tea he'd be unable to get.

Isabelle: Yeah, something about it being brewed from the flowers in fairy rings. Fae don't really exist in my world, at least not anymore.

Trey: I see. Maybe the guys at Diasomnia can make it happen.

Isabelle: Huh. You might be on to something.

Vargas: Come on, Rosa, give it your all!

Isabelle on a broom: I'm *jump* ugh! *Jump* trying! *jump* ARGH!

Classmates: *snickering*

Vargas: Alright, Listen, I know you got it in you. Just focus. Visualize yourself flying.

Isabelle: Okay. *deep breath and focuses*

Classmates: She's doing it...!

Vargas: That's it you're getting it!

Isabelle:

AAHHH!

Vargas: .....Well it's a start. I'll go get her.

Isabelle: So do you guys make fairy rings? Is that a thing here?

Lilia: Oh yes, though I will say, you're more likely to find them after some festival days back home.

Isabelle: Do little flowers ever pop up in them?

Malleus: Occasionally, yes. Why?

Isabelle: I was remembering a rare tea brew someone told me about back home and you used the flowers from fairy rings for it. I kinda want to try it.

Malleus: Well, you're not likely to find them here. So all the more reason for you to come visit Briar Valley soon.

Lilia: (so proud of Malleus) Yes, we insist you come for the next holiday.

Crowley: Let me get this straight. A giant fight broke out in Mostro Lounge because you hustled a group of students at cards?

Isabelle: How was I supposed to know they were going to be sore losers?

Floyd: It was hilarious, you should have seen their faces!

Crowley: Not the point!

Lilia: What do you have there?

Isabelle: A journal of all the magic I know and am figuring out. It helps me to keep a record of what to know.

Lilia flipping through it: Ah, so a homemade Grimoire. You don't see much of those nowadays- *finds a page in the back full of scribbles and doodles. Some of which being stuff like Malleus name surrounded by hearts* -and what's this?

Isabelle: *snatches it back* Nothing! A uh... manifestation...page...? Shut up, I got bored! Do not breath a word of this to anyone!

Lilia: My lips are sealed.

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst yuu #miss yuu #isabelle rosa #dire crowley #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #trey clover #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #ashton vargas

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reigningqueenofwords · 7 months ago

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Playing With Tony

Pairing: Clint x Reader Word count: 2,877

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You blew a raspberry at your boyfriend as he told you he was off to a mission. You’d gotten hurt on the last one… to the point that Bruce doubted he’d be comfortable with you going in any again. You were pretty upset and even more so now as you realized you wouldn’t get that extra time with your boyfriend. There was no telling if a mission would be days… or weeks at times.

“I’ll text as often as I can.” He promised. “And I hope I’ll be home soon.”

“Yeah.” You pouted, arms crossed. “Come home in one piece.” You said softly. The last thing you wanted was to lose him.

He leaned down as you were on the couch and kissed your forehead. “Can I get a kiss for the road?” He asked sweetly. “Pleaseeeee.”

You looked at him and nodded. “Of course.” You reached up to dip his face and kissed him gently. “I’ll miss you.” You cupped his cheek.

“I’ll miss you, more.” He grinned. “Don’t get too comfortable without me okay? I know you’ll enjoy not picking up my clothes and my towels but remember you love me.” He said playfully. “And how fun I am.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m already cherishing the quiet.” You teased. “Now go before Thor comes and carries you out.” You chuckled at the thought. “I love you.”

“Love you!” He beamed and rushed out, duffle on his back. Sooner he left, the sooner he got back.

Letting out a deep breath, you started scrolling your Instagram. You didn’t have a routine, as you weren’t used to being left without Clint. Maybe you could binge watch shows - but practically everything you watched with him and you knew he’d be offended. Your friend reposted something about gaming that caught your attention.

You eyed it, humming as you read through the post. “I like legos.” You told yourself. Leaving Instagram, you went straight to Amazon. Why leave when you didn’t have to? You typed in what you wanted, happy you lived in the big city so it would be delivered that afternoon. You’d ordered an Xbox One X and 4 games.

You stuck your tongue out as you connected the Xbox to the tv, buzzing with excitement. Hopefully this was not only something you could do while they were gone, but something Clint would enjoy, as well. You hoped for game date nights. The thought made you excited. As it loaded, you took a selfie for him and sent it. I have a surprise for when you come home, Hawkman 😉💕

You went to sit down with the controller as you watched the screen. It had updates, which was understandable. You were excited when the games title page came on, choosing between characters slowly as you learned. Gaming wasn’t ever really something you’d been into.

You admitted to yourself that it was a learning curve as you played. “Mother f—“ you muttered as you died. Again. “Again!” You told yourself. “I got this.”

You focused on the screen and pushing buttons once again. Hearing your phone ding, you told yourself they could wait for a minute. You were so close on this level. You had been stuck on it for nearly an hour at this point. When you lost, you sighed heavily, angrily unlocking your phone. You smiled softly when you saw it was Clint. Ohhhh sexy surprise?

Since you find everything sexy, possibly ;) you teased.

Then please give me a hint? You could picture him batting his eyelashes. Pretty please?

You eyed the controller, wondering how you could give him a hint. Biting your lip, you replied. I use my hands and it makes me swear 😜

He took a minute. Well damn, honey! You grinned at that, chuckling. Way to make a man’s mind wander. He added. So mean lol

At least you knew he was in a good mood at the moment. I can’t wait to show you!! You really couldn’t. Now you just wanted to get better. Either way you were having a blast. Even if your boyfriend was calling you mean. I need to go practice… I’ll text you later! 🥰

Clint groaned at your reply, letting your head fall back. . You were a tease and a flirt, and he loved that but he couldn’t do anything about it miles and miles away. It would be a very long mission, hopefully with a very warm welcome home. He hated that you weren’t there by his side, but he knew he hated seeing you hurt, more. This way you were safe.

“Missing your better half?” Nat nudged her best friend. “You’re all but pouting.”

“I am. But I know it’s better.” He sighed. “At least she’s safe.” He said, reminding himself.

She nodded. “Time away is nice, too.” She gave him a small smile. “Don’t they say it makes the heart grow fonder?”

“I guess. But you work beside your other half.” He pouted.

“She don’t give me nothing on missions, man.” Sam said across from them. “Except maybe orders.” He chuckled, teasing Nat.

“At least.” Clint huffed.

By that night, you felt you had a pretty good grasp at the game, and felt proud of yourself. It had become a great pastime already. You could understand why people got so into it.

You finally fell asleep late that night, already looking forward to playing tomorrow. You’d tried out your first game- Mortal Combat XL, and planned to try another. It was exciting to have a new hobby.

The next morning, you quickly showered and ate before texting Clint that you loved him. You then set up your new game, grinning as you felt this one you’d really enjoy. You’d put in the comfiest pair of his sweat pants and a baggy shirt to relax in all day.

Clint texted around noon, just a kissy emoji, which meant he was busy or sent it before crashing for the night wherever he was. You sent one right back, knowing that he was okay at that moment. It helped your nerves a tad.

Right after he got your kissy emoji, he was out. Face down on some cot, arm hanging off the side. Sure, they had places to charge their phones in the place they were staying, but an actual bed would have been pushing it. He yearned for a hot shower as well. With you, preferably.

When he woke again, he wiped his face of the drool and sighed as his muscles hurt. Groaning, he sat up and rolled his shoulders. He reached around for his phone and sighed in relief when he saw he heard from you. It helped make this suck just a tad less. It was a selfie of you making a face at him. He loved you so much and was grateful for you, but now he needed a cold shower. Which was all that he would be getting.

You giggled at Clint’s reply later that day to your selfie. He no doubt was struggling, and you knew you’d give him a great welcome home. You planned to make him a nice dinner, too.

Once you replied, wishing him the best, you clicked play on your game. Hopefully this would make time fly by, and he’d be home in the blink of an eye.

As the days went by, you quickly found yourself mastering some of the games. Which led you to buying some others that caught your eye...and then a game caught your eye that was PS4 only. “Rude.” You frowned and sighed, then shook your head. “Screw it.” You muttered. You had the money, and missions were a no go for you. Why not indulge in your new hobby.

Not long after you ordered the system, a couple games, the VR set, and the PlayStation move. You couldn’t wait to try everything out. It would be there first thing the next morning. For the meantime, you reorganized the entertainment cent to accommodate for the new things. Which led you to reorganizing the room you shared with Clint completely. It was a lot of work, but would look way better. “Do I want to get new sheets for when he comes home?” You asked yourself. You nodded after a moment, feeling that would be nice. He would like that, too.

You wanted things to be perfect since this seemed to be a long mission. You couldn’t help on the mission, so you’d help after. The rest of the team also knew they were welcomed if they needed patching up or company. Nat was one of your best friends, too. Maybe you’d have a gathering the week after they were back. Then steal her, Pepper (who was likely catching up on work with Tony gone), and Wanda for a girl’s day.

You’d get more controllers too for those games that could play more. You were very excited.

You were focused on your new PS4 game when Clint managed to call. Pausing it, you answered as fast as you could. It had already been a week of him gone. “I miss you!” You told him.

“I know.” He chuckled tiredly. “I miss you, too. I was able to get a secure connection real quick.” He explained. “I’m cool and I love you.” You could just picture the look on his face.

You smiled. “Thank you for calling. I love you!” You put the controller down and got up. While you chatted with him, you’d get yourself something to drink. “Any guesses how much longer?”

“No idea.” He sighed. “Can only hope it’s soon. My back hurts!” He nearly whined. “And you’re not here. Which is bittersweet.”

“I know. But I’ll give you the best welcome back ever!” You promised. “I have started planning!”

“As long as it involves snacks and you, sounds great.” He chuckled. “Mostly you.”

You giggled. “It will.” You assured. “No injuries?” You’d always worry about your team.

“Nothing major.” He said softly. “Nothing broken, no major wounds.”

“Good to hear.” You sighed in relief. “Keep it that way, mister.” You said playfully. “I need my archer in one piece.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You could picture him saluting. “Talk to you soon, babe.” He knew his connection wouldn’t last long.

“Bye, stay safe.” You said softly, sad to be saying bye. Hopefully he’d be home soon. Sighing, you grabbed one of your reusable water bottles from the fridge. You leaned against the counter, wondering what the team was doing. Taking a sip of your water, your mind wandered. You quickly went back to your game when your mind wandered too far. You didn’t need to make yourself picture losing one of them.

You set up your new gaming chair a week later, having bought it along with a computer system. And a really nice desk. It had been nice to splurge. You’d also got a couple gifts for Clint at the same time, and planned to hide them in his nightstand. Your entire place looked different now, but you hoped he liked it. He had texted you a few times over the past week, but all it did was make you want your boyfriend home. Now. His last text said they would be home no sooner than the following week.

You sat on the chair, smiling at how comfortable it was. It had taken you three hours of reading reviews to finally choose one, and that had not been time wasted. You clicked on your computer just as it finished its updates. Now to install what you wanted.

It took majority of the day, but you remained excited as you had over these few weeks with all these new games to try. You’d used the downtime to do some workouts, not wanting to get out of shape. It had been a nice balance. The games helped you mentally not feel as bad about not being there to help the people you cared about.

You slipped on your headset and got immersed in the newest game. Anything to avoid thinking of the worst case scenario.

You were making dinner, hoping Clint text you soon as you hadn’t heard from him in a couple days. Which, of course, worried you. You were constantly checking your phone. You were afraid you’d miss it. And then you’d both be upset.

When your phone rang, you squeaked and answered it quickly. “Babe!” Your face lit up.

“Hey.” He chuckled, sounding exhausted. “Missed your voice. What day is it?” He asked. “Because I honestly don’t know.”

“Thursday.” You said softly. “Long few days?” It had to have been for him to not know what day it was.

“Yeah.” He said simply. “But good news is I’ll be home soon.” Even with how tired he sounded, you could hear the happiness in his voice. “Probably day after tomorrow.” He chuckled as you squealed. “Pretty much my reaction.”

“I’ll make sure you have something to eat when you get home and I’ll run you the hottest shower!” You promised. “And make sure we have that lotion you like so I can give you a massage!”

“As long as you’re there, I’m game for anything.” He chuckled. “I may crash as soon as I’m home, though.”

“That’s okay. I’ll crash with you.” You smiled. “I want all the cuddles!” You leaned against the counter. “Any dinner requests?”

“Anything. I had one of those reserve packs and it tasted like cardboard. And I would know.” He sighed. “You could make me a peanut butter and jelly and I’d be happy.”

“Well I’ll make sure it’s better than that.” You giggled. “You deserve it!”

“And lots of kisses?” He asked, hopeful.

“It’s been a month!”

“All the kisses you want.” You said easily. “It has been too long.” You easily agreed as the timer for your food went off. “Maybe next weekend we can go on a date?”

“Yes, ma’am!” He said as excitedly as he could. “That would be nice.”

“Then we’ll plan for that.” You assured. You were looking forward to that. Moving to the stove, you shut off the timer and the burner.

“Great.” He yawned. “Well I’ll see you and your cute butt soon. Love you.” He felt a bit better now. “Send me a picture?”

“Okay.” You said with a grin. “Love you. I’ll be here when you come home.” You promised before the two of you hung up. A moment later, you took a selfie for him and sent it. You were excited to see him. Once you sent I’d, you played your food to eat.

You set clean clothes out for Clint as he was due at anytime now. You had showered that morning and did your hair and makeup. Getting a text he was running a bit late, you sighed. “Fiiiiiine.” You went and got on your Xbox one and loaded up your LEGO superhero game that featured your teammates. It amused you to no end. Especially since your favorite character to play was a surprise.

Getting comfortable in your gaming chair (the kind that didn’t have legs and could rock), you got sucked into your game.

Clint sighed as he walked through the door, ready for a hot shower and a long ass nap with you. He gave the others a half wave, yawning. He’d see them again at some point when everyone was rested. It would probably be a day or two.

He let his duffles drop before hearing the sounds coming from the TV. He arched a brow and went to the main room. He made his way over, his eyes going from you, to the tv. “You’d rather play with Iron Man than me?!” He gasped, making you jump and let out a small scream.

Once you took a deep breath, you smiled and went to hug him. “Clint!”

He just stayed staring at the TV. “This is so wrong.” He pouted. “I feel betrayed!” He said dramatically. “You’re playing with Tony !”

“Technically, Iron Man.” You smiled at how cute he was when he pouted. You kissed his chin.

He whined. “Was I not good?” He asked, looking at you. “Was I... boring?!”

You giggled. “Want to try it? It’s two player. And I got you your own controller!” You said excitedly.

He licked his lips, looking around to finally see all the gaming equipment. “Jesus, babe!” He chuckled. “Did you buy out a store?” He teased.

“Probably over time.” You nodded. “I wanted a hobby!” You shrugged. “And I needed something to keep my mind off worrying.”

nd you chose gaming? Cool.” He nodded. “Not a bad one to choose. Why don’t you show me everything?” He held you close.

You nodded, super excited as you went through all your buys in order. He watched you with a loving look on his face as you told him about each game.

He suddenly kissed your cheek and smiled at you. “Love you. Continue on.” He motioned. It was clear that you found something you really enjoyed.

You giggled shyly but continued. “I can’t wait to play all these with you!” You hoped it was something else the two of you could bond over.

“Same.” He hugged your waist. “Only if you don’t play as Tony though.” He teased.

“Deal.” You grinned.

#clint barton x reader #clint x reader #clint barton oneshot

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tenaciouschronicler · 4 months ago

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August 2 and 3 2024 2009

I fear I really will need to put all my posts into a word doc.

Lets work through the lore shall we.

So, back on page 251 when the Kernel divided it 'hatched' upon arrival to The Medium. These Kernels, one light and one dark, upon situating themselves in their respective Orbs activate the Imps present giving them characteristics from the prototyping, in this case harlequin clothing.

Im gonna put the rest under the cut, this post got away from me.

Again working from top to bottom, These Orbs are situated upon one of Four Spires which make up the throne of either sides Sovereign Power; the Dark throne is purple while the Light throne is gold. The first Kernels arrival is the catalyst that starts the 'true game', increasing the board to a 12x12, adding more pieces and actually placing the kings on opposite corners. Light is also always destined to lose. Im curious if each game can only be played by four players or if only the first four are placed in the spires and subsequesnt players dont have any effect on the Sovereign Powers? Could you play with less than four players and how would that game play out?

John and WV both wonder what the point is then if Light always loses and Nanna says that is The Ultimate Riddle they have to solve.

This part made me remember way back on page 82 when the narrator said:

The game presently eluding you is only the latest sleight of hand in the repertoire of an unseen riddler, one to engender a sense not of mirth, but of lack. His coarse schemes are those less of a prankster than a common pickpocket.

His riddle is Absence itself. It is a mystery dispersing altogether, like the moon's faint reflection, with even one pebble of inquiry dropped in its black well. It is the most diabolical riddle of all.

At the time I wrote, "Googling Absence gives us "the state of being away from a place or person". So his riddle is a state of being away from others... I feel like the following statement gives more but I cant discern what." Could this be The Ultimate Riddle Nanna is refering to? I still cant tell what the riddle is, maybe after I put all the Lore together I can at least try to add more to this. (After stepping back and re-reading it I figured out the 'diabolical riddle'; the nature of Absence is transitory and evanescent, here one moment gone the next. Looking for answers only serves to hasten its absence, obscuring itself with more questions.)

For now, John has to climb towards Skia by passing through the gates utilizing the games building funtion to reach. In that way he can save Dad! And what about Earth?

Nanna drops the bombshell that Earth is done for, regardless of how well they do in this game.

Finally done with her duty, Nanna heads off to bake John cookies! For the first time we see her phase through the walls leaving blue goo on the Con Air poster. We didnt see her doing that earlier but maybe theres more goo around the house.

WV is All About them cookies and pushes John to pursue. We learn John hates any and all baked goods "totally abjur[ing] the hell out of that idea."

Roses Pesterchum image is annoyed now, having tried to get Johns attention this whole time and is now trying to use a box to the head.

Unfortunately for her I think this is Johns last straw and hes having a well deserved scream. After everything hes gone through and learned, I think he needs it.

In the meantime and probably against better judgement, theres still a fire raging Rose, shes gonna update the GameFAQ. And apparently get sassed by a dead cat. It's pretty much all his fault you're in this mess in the first place, so he can just button it.

Whatever you say Rose.

#i wrote most of this yesterday but forgot to finish and post #i was just so freaking tired #work was a nightmare #hsrp liveblog #homestuck #homestuck replay #chrono #hsrp lore

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bberetd · 3 months ago

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Hey there! Since you also reblogged the post saying you want people to send you asks (actually I even reblogged it from you), here I am to ask you a question. A potentially very tough one. Ready?

If you had to pick only one (1!) favorite Mario character who would it be and why?

I'm just trying to get to know my mutuals a little better, y'know?

But most people seem to be using that 'send me asks' post as another opportunity to say mushy stuff to each other, so let me also do that! I'd like to remind you that I'm very glad that I'm following your blog. You're certainly a fun and kind person, and must say I like you very much 😀❤️ Thanks for always supporting my art, it really means a lot to me.

Also please teach me your ways to draw so fast, I just finally finished sketching my latest fanart today (yeah, that ambitious one) and it took embarrassingly long. And this one is supposed to have a proper lineart too💀

Oh, that reminds me: I'm really excited for your animations! Once I'm done with my current fanart, the next bigger fan project on my list is also one animation I've been thinking of, so I hope we'll be able to motivate each other a bit 😁👊

OH just oneeee? 😩

Whew, okay, well... while Daisy has a huge place in my heart (especially lately, as you can tell 😹), my all-time favorite will always be Luigi.

See, the funny thing is that I hardly cared for him before the movie, and even a little after I watched the movie. My first favorite Mario character was actually Rosalina when SMG came out, because I was SO obsessed with space when I was younger (and still kinda am), and blue was and is my favorite color (such a deep reason, right? :P)

I always tend to lean towards the underdogs of a franchise, yet I don't remember the exact moment that drew me to him. There were just a bunch of edits and videos of him flooding all of my social media pages when the movie hype was still fresh, and I guess one day I decided, "yup. that's my guy."

I think the moment that really solidified my love for him was when I replayed Luigi's Mansion (I kiiinda played it before, but I was 4 and just pressing buttons lol... it's strangely a core memory for me). His bravery throughout the game despite his evident fears and anxieties is just... so inspiring and real to me, genuinely. And a little bit of him shone through his commentary of some of the objects throughout the mansion, which was also endearing 😆 The game gets creepier the deeper I think about it, and I just can't help but give him more flowers for going through it three different times!

plus, he's just so happy and awkward and silly. how could you not love him?!

But in short, he's my favorite because he's relatable to me, and I find his little quirks adorable and endearing.

yet despite all that, he knows when to lock tf IN. that's my hero <3

anywhoooo...

Mugi!!! I couldn't be any happier that we're friends and moots! You've blessed my timeline with your gorgeously detailed art and commentary, and I'm so grateful you support my art just as much ♥️♥️ I admire and like you very much as well, you're amazing <3

as for quick art, basically-

and thank you!! the animation might take longer because classes start tomorrow for me, and year 3 of uni is definitely gonna be more challenging and, er, expensive. 🫠 Hopefully I'll learn to manage my time better so I can make decent progress every day, but I do know where I want to go with the animation. Big yes to motivating each other!! I know that ambitious art will be PHENOMENAL when it's dropped, and I can't wait to see your style in motion! :))

#ok but for real for quick art #usually i sketch out the entire piece very roughly #then make desired adjustments #and then cleaner lineart then color then proper rendering #I know some people take extra steps to make lineart more crisp... but I like clean but still a bit sketchy #maybe that's why its so quick for me cause I do my art in only four steps 😹#but motivation is also a thing. when I'm VERY motivated I can get a piece done in 25-30 min #either that or a week in a half no in between LOL #bb's rambles #super mario #luigi #my baby <3 #asks #thanks for asking!#💚💚💚💚#megamagimugi

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infini-tree · 2 years ago

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now for something completely different (and something of a third anniversary post)!

as i’ve stated once in a while about the music room scene in the comic: it was one of several scenes i’ve been extremely excited to draw. its gone through a lot of revisions, which is detailed here.

it, along with captain’s first appearance was literally one of several reasons why this part of sticky notes au exists as a comic as opposed to just writing it as a fanfic. sure, it may have taken less time to write, but words can’t really compare to the buildup, gutpunch, and subsequent tone shift that came with that one scene.

i’ve literally been revising this one specific part since october 2020, which puts into perspective as to how long i agonized over it (for reference, the scene went live online in fall 2022*). so have that process to the lead-up to the snap.

* (disclaimer: a good chunk of the scene was in my drafts for months prior to its posting, but you get the idea.)

late 2020 (pics 1-2):

the original plan was for krupp to fall. i never figured out how or why-- maybe he just slipped on some vc-barf! i think some versions had him additionally fall back into the stairs as a result of that. but in that moment the boys just took advantage of that moment and snapped their fingers to switch him over before he hit the ground. this was also back when krupp also knew the method of switching, hence his hands in the first pic.

early 2021 (pics 3-5):

still had the concept of krupp knowing about snapping, but i swapped it to the idea to him learning it right at the moment before he switches over in the coming months. early sticky notes krupp and captain are learning how this works and having their initial assumptions about the other challenged, so i figured it would be the more appropriate story beat for the whole thing at the time.

i don’t remember the context of the comic thumbnails in the 4th photo, i think i was just playing with how the snap itself was going to be illustrated. but the right panel was a different version of it. krupp was initially supposed to say... something. i don’t think i planned that out in specifics, but the point was that he was supposed to be genuinely afraid. the hand was going to come into view, and was blurry. when it snaps, the hand is the one in focus and krupp is blurry. the change in focus is all symbolic. here’s my original commentary on the subject:

theres going to be a future page where the boys start talking but it just continues to linger on krupp's pov for a lil bit and how he feels abt the boys just being v casual and callous about the fact that theyre making him fight a monster (semantics about how its CAPTAIN whos gonna fight notwithstanding)

before yanking the pov back to the boys for some sweet sweet dissonance

a version of this dissonance does make it in the final comic, so there’s that.

2022 (pics 6-9):

we’re almost there folks. the trio of poses (and gif made of those 3 poses) was from a version of events that had less block-busting. basically, the gag eel was at the door much sooner, and running out of options, the boys essentially say “the stealthy [prank] option isn’t working, he’s dry enough, we have to do it now”. krupp is confused and panicked on the fact that there’s a monster and this whole bit in the music room was a set-up.

he starts panicking and hurling accusations/theories about how they did it. he even had a throwaway line along the lines of “did you steal one of melvin’s inventions [to make me into captain]”. that line was immediately scrapped since mentioning him felt a little out of left field at this point of the story and i wanted to keep the scope small.

while in this version of the thumbnails, the frames were meant to gradually zoom in to krupp’s face, i did do a set of full body poses just in case i did want something more than a waist up... mostly to make sure if krupp’s pose and hand placement could be feasible

note the fact that he’s covering his head but not his ears. he’s really working off of assumptions

#mells draws a thing #captain underpants #sticky notes au #anyway sticky notes is 3!!! wild #anyway THROWS commentary at you

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pebbleswritessometimes · 2 years ago

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Rambles

Summary:

Y/N goes to Principal Weems office to catch her breath after a long day. Beginning to ramble about different things, she unknowingly captivates, Larissa.

To say today was a long day, completely under stated what it felt like. You were completely overwhelmed, on the verge of breaking down, and it felt like the most minuscule thing could make everything go tumbling into a mess. Luckily, you knew exactly where to go. You considered your boss, Principal Weems, to be a friend and a safe space. You weaved your way through the students that were left over in the halls.

Exhaling once you made it to the door of her office, you knocked on the door and waited for an invitation in. Immediately recognizing the rhythm and pattern of your knock, “Y/N, you may come in,” Larissa chimed.

You grinned, waltzing over to the sofa near the fireplace. “Evening, Rissa. I hope your day was better than mine,” you chuckled. “It..was certainly something. Would you like to discuss your day?” She questioned. With a downward smile and shake of your head, you laid yourself down on the cushions. Larissa hummed, turning back to her computer and typing away. While you were absentmindedly staring into the flames and twirling your locks, you remembered something you learned earlier this morning. “Larissa! Did you know that the regular coffee they make at the Café is barely even actual *coffee*???”, wide eyed, you waited for her response. she squinted her eyes, tilted her head, and thought, “That would actually explain why it doesn’t taste very much like coffee.”

Your mind started running through different things you’ve learned and seen the past week. From the tiniest mushroom you’d ever come across, to some school gossip you heard from some of the students, and even the weird guy who was hitting on you at the bookstore.

You flew up, twisting your torso towards Larissas desk, and propping your arms up on the back of the sofa, “I overheard one of my third period students talking about a potential prank they may attempt to pull off over the weekend and- oh! There was the cutest little mushroom on the forest trail, yesterday! I took a picture of it because it was just the sweetest looking thing,” you pause pulling out your phone to show her the fungi you spotted on your walk. Closing her laptop and looking at you curiously, she waited for you to finish walking over. You showed her the mushroom, then proceeded to flip through several other photos of things you had spotted this week. Telling her about the most abundant species of frogs that lived near the pond, mentioning their eating habits and habitat preferences. She just stared at you in wonder as you continued rambling about numerous things. In the middle of informing her that a laser can get trapped in water by something called “total infernal refraction,” you pointed at the corner of her desk and checked to see if it was alright with her that you sat there. She waved you off and encouraged you to continue. She was in awe with how colorful your mind was. You had facts and information on numerous topics, you answered nearly every question she had with complete enthusiasm and somehow tumbled into a new area of interest you had. If there was something no one could ever disagree with, it was the fact that you are an incredible story teller. You use your body and voice to completely immerse yourself and your audience. Nearly folding into herself in a fit of laughter, you continued acting out your encounter with the strange pale, bald man at the book store. “He did have a lovely selection of books though! Speaking of books, I think we may need to replace a couple of them from the library,” you laid on the floor with your legs up on the wall, “one of the kids accidentally spilt a sticky drink on some of the pages of a Botany text book.” She scribbled down the note to herself and stuck it away in a planner. You stopped for a few minutes, curled onto your side, with your phone in your hands and playing a new game you had downloaded. She took the opportunity to just observe you. While doing so, she slid towards the cabinet where she kept the bottles of wine and wine glasses. You looked up to start talking again when you noticed she was no longer in her seat. She suddenly appeared above you holding the bottle in one hand and the glasses in the other. “Would you like to enjoy a glass with me?” She smirked. She walked over to the couch, as you flipped yourself over and pushed yourself up off the ground. You both sat there and nearly lost track of time. She found it kind of funny how easily you could get sidetracked and split off into another direction. She made a mental note of the things that got you really excited and the things that didn’t really interest you all that much. “And THATS why Marilyn doesn’t like croissants,” you said. The entire time, she had her hand on her chin and the wine glass resting in the other, simply admiring you. Eventually, you noticed how much attention she had set on you. You weren’t uncomfortable but you weren’t accustomed to having someone actually listen and enjoy your company for long, either. You started to worry that you had bored her with all of your random knowledge. An apology began to pour itself out of your mouth, until Larissa had cut you off. She reassured you that she enjoyed your company and she appreciated everything you shared with her. She was captivated by you, she couldn’t deny. As the later hours slowly crept into present, you could feel yourself growing tired. Thanking her for the wine and for listening to you for hours, you headed on your way to your room. “Goodnight, Rissa. Thanks again,” you closed the door on your way out. “Goodnight, Dear,” she spoke under her breath. Downing the remaining wine, she sat in front of the fireplace. Realizing that she was undoubtedly, in love with you.

Hope this is okay @littledollll ! My apologies, I forgot to ask for preferred pronouns. 💚

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timexticksxby · 3 months ago

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PRAYER 002 - A TIME OF GRATITUDE AND OATH'S SWORN.

Calvin waited for the cover of night. Feeling the passage of time around himself as he gathered pieces for an offering. He'd waited a week, given time a chance to settle. He wasn't sure if any of the other's had reached out to their parents since coming here. Didn't know a lot about if this would have changed or not, but... Well, he'd happily try for them.

Again, he gathered pictures that still remained. Of time spent with his fellow campers, of people who... Who weren't here but should be. But that was a choice, and the ramifications were a weight he would bear.

A pair of drumsticks, from when he'd first been learning to play the drums. How he'd found his rhythm when the world had seemed so keen to throw him off. Pages from his notes of futures that would no longer come to pass as long as he had the strength to remain standing. The armour he'd worn until given a gift by the prince of it all.

He wore his spoils. Not part of the offering, but a reminder of what they'd endured. The watch that had settled upon the altar in the future, and he was sure might one day rest upon it again, but not yet. The necklace around his throat, a memento from a woman once more allowed to follow her heart and find home. The laurel crown, originally meant as a means of proposing, of signifying love, but instead offered for helping assure that somebody was walking the path they were meant to be.

At least. In Calvin's eyes, the one he was meant to be walking, not the future that led to him losing everything he was. Everybody.

And then, there was Orodeíktis. As he settled in to a crouch in front of the altar, he felt it's weight at his hip. Reward, and approval both. A promise, and recognition. He was worthy to wield it, and would continue to prove himself worthy with every step that he walked.

He chose that moment where one day turned to the next. One time ending, and another beginning. A brief flicker of a moment between moments to offer his prayer.

"I never got the chance to thank you. For seeing me. Watching over me. Guiding me through this. I never got the chance to thank you for trusting me to let me walk my own path. For supporting my... Well frankly reckless decisions that altered all of this. For letting me start to understand all of this. I've got... A lot of questions, but I think I want to start putting them together myself. The discoveries half the fun." "And to thank you for letting him be here for them. Maybe not in the same way they remember him, but... For letting him be a part of their futu- Our futures. Not just a memory of the past that motivated so many changes."

His head remained bow for a moment, before turning his eyes up toward the statue. Remembering the face that had greeted him after the Avatar had fallen. Of how all encompassing that strength had felt.

"I also wanted to ask you to... I don't know what's happened to them. Those versions that my family has taken the place of. The ones paying the price for my decision alongside us, but I hope that they... Find something for themselves. I know I'm never going to come close to understanding all of this, but I think I'm greedy enough to hope for the best as much as I can."

Another quiet moment, before pushing himself up to his feet again. Open palm laying against the altar, staring up at his father. Eye contact with the God with domain over time itself.

"I'd ask you to protect us, too, but that's why I'm here. This timeline is mine to protect, to see this through for as long as I am capable, and I am never going to shirk this responsibility. This I swear, upon the divine blood of yours in my veins, Dad, and upon the mortal blood that has seen me this far and raised me with love. Upon the heart in my chest that allowed me to make it here, and upon Orodeíktis that will guide my hand in to the future. I swear to this entire camp and all who now call it home."

"I will continue showing you, and every other eye upon us, that this is our path to carve."

#;praying to the timeline #;echoes of times gone

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axofluff · 1 year ago

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✩ Get to know Alex ✩

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➸ This post will let you know all the stuff you need to know about the author behind this post! Me! :D ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ ➸ I wanted to make an official one since my old one isn't to my style anymore ➸ If you still have any questions after this, feel free to ask me anything in my dm's or AMA! (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡ Happy reading!

Hi there! I see you've stumbled across my tumblr page! (・ω・) ✦ My name is Alex and I'm a small writer here! I've been writing ever since I was 12. My grandma introduced me to books and ever since then I've always had my nose stuck in a novel about some mystical far away land. ✦ I mostly write oneshots and fanfics but I do have my own works which I sadly deleted or no longer continued as I wasn't happy with them (｡•́︿•̀｡). ✦ I started off on Wattpad with writing Twilight fanfic and I developed my basic writing skills from there. I may move my work over to a03 but I currently like Tumblr's UI and how I can link my stuff under one blog so it's easier for people to find my work. ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ✦ I am 19 as of writing this and I live in England in the UK! I speak only English, although I want to learn Italian at some point since I love the history and culture of the roman empire. It's been my special interest ever since I played Assassin's creed 2 back on my xbox 360.

✦ I am autistic and I have ADHD so my attention span is less then a goldfish. I have a lot of special interests such as space, the paranormal and history. I also have a huge soft spot for aviation and the military, mostly because I am a huge fan of Top gun and ever since then I've been interested in jets. ✦ I've been in too many interests to honestly label at this point but my mains being; Call of Duty, Detroit: Become Human, Red Dead Redemption and Spiderman. I'm also a huge fan of the game Death stranding and Assassin's creed. I have also dabbled a bit in the Apex Legends fandom as I played a large chunk of the game last year. ✦ I have hobbies outside of writing such as going biking, walking, reading, sketching, arts and crafts and video games. I also love to play chess when I have the chance. ✦ I kin characters a lot, my main being Konig from CoD, Wattson from Apex Legends and Pavitr from Spiderman/ I tend to kin characters that share the same qualities as me. They also bring me a sense of comfort. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✦ My music taste is currently a massive heap. I listen to all sorts but I'll label some of my favorite artists ✧˖*°࿐The Weeknd ✧˖*°࿐Childish Gambino ✧˖*°࿐ Kendrick Lamar ✧˖*°࿐ Twenty One Pilots ✧˖*°࿐Radiohead ✧˖*°࿐Slipknot ✧˖*°࿐The neighborhood ✧˖*°࿐Arctic Monkeys ✧˖*°࿐Lady Gaga ✧˖*°࿐NF ✧˖*°࿐Rammenstien ✧˖*°࿐AC/DC ✧˖*°࿐Porter Robinson ✧˖*°࿐Post Malone ✧˖*°࿐Coldplay ✧˖*°࿐Avicii You can find my spotify here to find all my music tastes and what not ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) Some simple facts about me •⩊• ✩ Name(s): Alex/Tobias/ axofluff ✩ Birthday: 8th November 2003 ✩ Pronouns: All! ✩ Gender: Bigender trans masc but atm its just c o n f u s i o n, I'm still exploring who I am so this is most likely to change .

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sxmmander · 2 years ago

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These Violent Acts CH 11 - House of the Dragon fic

THESE VIOLENT ACTS CHAPTER 11 | THE UNEXPECTED EXPECTED VISITOR

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They would bow. She would make them bow.

"Do they just give you free rein?"

Naenya closed the book that was resting on her legs, not sparing a glance at Elden as he entered the library. Elden Baratheon was cloaked in the same charisma that seemed to attach itself to the boy upon birth and had yet to let go. Given the opportunity, Naenya would perform an exorcism.

"They tried to lock me up once before," Elden grinned at her, walking towards a nearby table, "I bit the Maester,"

Elden held stray pieces of paper in one hand and a leather-bound book in the other, placing both down on the table as Naenya gave a sarcastic laugh.

To her surprise, Elden didn't try to move towards her or gain her attention. Instead, he simply sat down at the table and began sliding his quill over the paper found within the book. To an even greater surprise, Naenya found Elden's acting even more vexing than when he constantly spoke to her and gave sly comments with a charismatic grin.

Naenya let out a heavy sigh, not wishing for Elden to win in every regard possible and instead tried to focus on her book. It was a book detailing the First Men and how they came to Westeros, though she struggled to remember specific parts with Elden's presence in the corner.

After reading the same page about five times, she finally slammed her book shut with a huff.

"What are you playing at?" Naenya hissed, glaring at Elden.

Elden turned his head towards her, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.

"This is my house, you know? I am allowed to use the rooms I've used since birth," Elden replied with a lazy smile, twirling the quill between his fingers, "I had claims to this library far before you did,"

Naenya's lips pressed together as she promptly stood up, turned away from the Baratheon boy, and focused her attention on the bookcase in front of her.

Glancing up at the roof, she realised she hadn't even finished the book she was originally reading. She couldn't sit back down and continue reading it, however. That would be far too embarrassing in the presence of Elden. She'd just have to start a new book and read the old book in the privacy of her room ,so no one knew of her accident.

Pressing her lips together, she scanned the contents of the shelf. Realising she had chosen a bookcase full of the Baratheon histories she did her best to contain her frustrated huff. Snatching a book off the shelf, she stalked across the room to make space between herself and Elden before sitting down and opening the book quickly.

"Interested in our histories, are you?" Elden smirked, his head tipped back slightly as he watched her from behind him, "I'm sure my father would love to tell you all about it. Though I'm a far better storyteller, prettier too"

.The rain that had been pelting against the roof of Storms End had quietened to a pleasant gentle rhythmic sound, joining the softer crackling of the fireplace before them. It had yet to be so calm and quiet within the castle walls, finally allowing Naenya's thoughts some silence to herself.

Glancing at Elden, she had little idea how such a well-spoken, though incredibly cocky, and smart man could be made in such a cluttered place. With the storms that raged around, Naenya was surprised Elden could train his brain so carefully, let alone hear his own thoughts. Naenya knew that the boy had charisma and charm, a trait not all could easily learn and curate. She just wished he used his charm and pretty looks to respect her instead of arrogantly flirting with her.

Naenya heaved a sigh and snapped the book closed, shaking her head.

"Why is it you must disrespect me so?" Naenya asked, her voice tired.

Elden tilted his head, a look other than pure confidence flickering across his face. For the first time since she had met the boy, she saw genuine confusion cloud his eyes.

"What makes you think I hold any sort of disrespect or disdain for you?"

Elden studied Naenya's face intently, the paper he was scratching marks onto left forgotten as he fully turned towards her.

"Is it not true?" Naenya rubbed her tired eyes with her hands, "You have shown me no sort of respect since we met, incessantly flirting with me as though I am not to be Queen. Not to be respected,"

"I respect you a great deal," Elden's voice was matter-of-fact, as though it was the most obvious thing in existence, "I have heard stories of you for a long time. From your ability to tame the untamable Cannibal to your smarts and logic,"

Naenya watched Elden, he seemed genuinely taken aback by the comment Naenya had made.

"When you anger, I wonder if you will breathe fire towards those who anger you. When you are sad, I wonder if you have control of the clouds because they seem to darken for you," Elden said, picking up his paper, "And when you laugh, it is as though the sky has opened up,"

Naenya's brow furrowed, waiting for some sort of laughter to break from Elden Baratheon as he revealed his grand jest. It never came, however, and Elden instead rose from his seat and made his way over to her.

"I have great respect for the future Queen. I imagine she will bring years of great prosperity," Elden said plainly, placing the paper in her hands, "And I, unfortunately, wish to help her in her success. For she is everything I admire and wish to worship,"

Naenya watched Elden closely as he turned away from her and out of the library. The soft pattering of rain had been replaced by a more aggressive storm. The screams of wind lashing against the tower were only silenced by the monstrous thunder that began to roll through as Naenya continued to stare at the door long after Elden had disappeared and likely fallen asleep.

It was only the blinding strike of lightning outside the window that pulled Naenya out of her trance, finally allowing her eyes to flicker down towards the small paper in her hands. It was a drawing of her. She'd never looked so beautiful before. Her chin was lifted, almost defiantly, towards the heavens. Her eyes were determined, her cheek spattered with blood, and the sword clenched in her hand, dripping with that very same liquid.

What bewitched her most, however, was the crown of King Jaehaerys gleaming proudly on her head. The same crown her father was ruling over the Seven Kingdoms with. She was wearing it. The crown so clearly belonged to her in the drawing. It was hard to think a son could ever wear it as well as she did.

She was a Queen in his drawing.

#house of the dragon #hotd #house targaryen #house of the dragon lucerys #house of the dragon jace #hotd aegon #hotd aemond #hotd helaena #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon #daemon targeryan #alicent hightower

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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 2 years ago

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I posted 4,756 times in 2022

That's 4,748 more posts than 2021!

1,162 posts created (24%)

3,594 posts reblogged (76%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 2,110 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 89 characters

#he also seems to be the type that’s like gentleman in the streets and freak in the sheets

My Top Posts in 2022:

heres a timeline:

i found a comment on one of effy's posts that brody king was at a lady gaga concert

then i learned that he was a crew member for rupaul's drag race from seasons 7 to 12

THEN i learned that he still actively watches drag race and goes to drag shows with his wife

AND THEENN i found this;

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this is brody king in a lipsync battle, performing lady gaga's bad romance

and thats what you missed on glee

184 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

Hey bestie!!! 👋

Can we please be blessed with a Wardlow Smut based on Chains by Nick Jonas?

Maybe MJF had mentioned how "whipped" he his by his girlfriend and he laughs "You have no idea."

a day before the contract signing events; bestie sent me this. im going off what we talked abt in dms and using the lyrics to the song as dialogue (not exactly a songfic) also double gif bc this is my page. this whole segment gonna keep yall wardhoes fed for a while, mama’s gotchu. i tried to do a soft!dom but that idea fell apart faster than a dollar store dinner tray. can we also talk bout the vein in his neck in the gif below? lordt

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‘Chains’ 18+ Wardlow (Michael) x fem!reader

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187 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

💛 Kenny Omega x Reader for snuggles?

our sweet nerd boy - yes i will

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‘I Love You More Than Video Games’ Kenny Omega (Tyson) x fem!reader

^reader is in dire need of cuddles and attention from her boyfriend.^

Y/N POV:

I watched him stare at the screen for what felt like an eternity. I walked into what he calls the ‘Nerd Cave’; one of the spare rooms we had that was decked out with posters, figures, props and all kinds of stuff from our favorite shows or films. It was a sweet thing he had come up with when we moved in together. I stood in the doorway for a while just admiring him. It’s always nice to see him in one of his elements: dressed comfy, sat in his gamer chair, glasses on, and playing video games; truly peaceful. Though I adore to see him like that, I was so desperate for his cuddles. One thing many don’t know about the great Kenny Omega is that he is a cuddle king! And I needed them BAD! I walked into the room carefully so I didn’t startle him. A habit we both adopted was not to scare each other when they had headphones on. I gently put my hands on his shoulders and leaned over the chair, kissing his cheek. He paused his game and lowered his headphones so they rested around his neck, “Hey honey. Wanna join?” he asked. “I actually was hoping for some cuddles. Pleaseee Ty?” He smiled and leaned his head to kiss my hand. “Aw, is someone deficient in Vitamin Me?” Another thing people don’t know is that he makes terrible but cute puns. “Let me finish this level, then you’ll get all the cuddles. Okay?” I nodded and went to the bedroom; knowing his skill, he’ll have the level beat in minutes.

After another half hour, I got annoyed. I went back to the Nerd Cave and noticed he’s started a new level. He must have heard me come in somehow and pulled his headphones down. “I’ll join you in a second baby.” I decided I had enough and turned the chair slightly, climbing into his lap and clinging onto him. “Now Tyson. If I don’t get snuggles in the next five minutes, I might die” I joked. He laughed, “We can’t have that now, can we?” he wrapped his arms around me and resumed his game, “You stay like that, I finish the level, then we go to bed and snuggle.” I smile into his chest, “Dobbie too?” I feel the vibrations from his chuckle, “Yes, babygirl, Dobbie too.” He kissed the top of my head and went back to his game.

He was a man of his word and after this level, he took his headphones off and picked me up to go to the bedroom. Like the king he is, Dobbie was already on the bed. We settled in bed under the covers and I immediately laid my head on his chest, his arms wrapping around me tightly. Cuddles with Ty always boosted my mood. We didn’t have to talk, just our bodies close together. His hand went up to play with my hair until he tilted my head up to kiss my lips. “I’m glad you didn’t die. I do think you laying on me while I game is absolutely adorable and you should do it more often.” I couldn’t help the smile on my face, “Of course you do, dork.” “I’m serious! You close to me while I kick virtual ass? Makes it even better.” I roll my eyes playfully, “I’ll keep that in mind. I love you.” He kisses me again, letting the feel of his lips on mine linger for a moment, “I love you too.” I decided to poke fun at him: “More than video games?” “A billion times more than video games.” From then on I made sure to sit in his lap while he gamed more often. It’s, how you say, ‘killing two birds with one stone’?

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188 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

Oh my God I found someone who writes for Brock omg I love you

Can I request something cute and fluffy with Brock please pretty please with she/her pronouns?

the level of excitement i have for this. i love brock now more than i did back in the day. face, cowboy brock is much more likable. funny joke abt me: my father fully believes paul heyman is his cousin, couldnt tell you why.

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‘Beastly Little Beauty’ Brock Lesnar x fem!reader

^with paul playing special council to roman reigns and the usos, brock needed a new advocate. why not his fiance?^

- wanted to use a doja song for an entrance theme so here we are - best friend becky lynch - i like 3rd pov so im gonna use it more - im 5′4 in real life so thats the height im gonna use - i love roman and the usos but for this imma be shady, soorry - brock and reader have a baby boy named ethan, just let this happen

3rd Person POV:

Brock knew when he came back that Heyman wouldn’t turn his back on The Bloodline. An idea popped into his head but knew it could be risky: what if Y/N was his new advocate? She has everything. She is a wrestler, a professional on the mic, knows the business aspect of the game, and she’s feisty as all hell. She’s decorated in WWE as well; having held every belt in the women’s division at one point or another. When he brought it up to her, the gleam in her eye was untouchable. That settled it. They ran the proposal by all the higher ups and was approved immediately. The catch though: Heyman, Roman and the Usos were not to know.

Friday rolled around fast and it was time for everything to be revealed. The Bloodline and their ‘Wise Man’ were already in the ring, spewing the usual. One of the backstage hands informed them Brock was on. The couple turned to each other, Y/N reached up to kiss him for luck even though she would be out shortly after. “I love you. Go get em, baby.” she told him. “I love you too sugar.” His music hit and he did his entrance as she watched on the screen in the gorilla, counting down until it was her turn. “Now I know you are not gonna betray your Tribal Chump anytime soon, so I found someone else to be my advocate.” A second passed and ‘Boss Bitch’ by Doja Cat played as Y/N came out. She dressed in a black skirt, white blouse underneath a custom flannel with The Beast logo on the back with their son’s name above it, and some black heel boots. The cherry on top was her engagement ring shining in the colorful lights that were part of her entrance. She gave high fives to the little kids as she walked by, something that always brought a smile to his face. He held the middle rope down for her and she got in the ring, he handed her a microphone but Paul started talking before she could. “Well, if it isn’t the Beast’s Bitch? Shouldn’t you be home with that baby of yours?” As the crowd booed, Brock spit back “Unless you want a one way ticket to Suplex City, I suggest you watch your mouth when talking about Y/N or Ethan.” “Brock honey, I can handle this. Paul, I know you have never cared for me or our relationship, so I’m glad you’re now playing second; wait no no,” she pointed to count Jimmy and Jey, “fourth fiddle to Roman. Lord knows he needs a big mouth to go with his even bigger ego.” “Yo Uce, you gonna let her talk to you like that?” Jey said as he and his twin moved to stand in front of her, “Yeah, remember you’re in the presence of the Tribal Chief baby.” She rolled her eyes, “Really Roman? Can’t respond to me on your own so your little bitches have to bark for you?” One thing about Y/N is that she was not afraid to step up to the men, even facing off against some of them. “Y/N,” Roman started as he pushed his cousins behind him and got a little too close to the shorter woman in Brock’s opinion, “I’m not gonna talk bad about you or your son because I’m not that type of guy. What I will talk about is, you have amazing skills in this industry, so you coming out as the new advocate is crazy because it seems like you’re wasting your time and talent on this dumbass farm-” That was all it took for her to pounce on the man in front of her and unleash her own beast. The only defense Roman gave was trying to push her off until Brock picked his fiance up and took her out of the ring; leaving the other four men in the ring stunned as the WWE universe equally cheered and booed her. She grabbed a microphone from ringside and said one last thing, “We’ll see your asses at Crown Jewel.” Her music played as she and Brock went back to their locker room.

When they entered the locker room, Becky got up with Ethan. “I guess we can call you ‘Big Time Y/N’ after that take down, huh?” The couple was grateful for Becky watching Ethan but they needed some time to regroup. “Thanks Becks. And thank you for watching him.” the woman said as she took the toddler in her arms. “Anytime, sweetie.” the redhead left and it grew silent. “I know you probably aren’t happy with me.” she started. “Sugar what are you talking about? That had to be one of the greatest things I have ever seen you do.” He walked over to the woman he already called his wife and held the child that was the spitting image of him. “Ethan, aren’t you proud of Momma? She took down a champion in our honor.” He babbled as he was about to start the talking stage at a little over a year old. “Well I can’t let it slide when someone talks about my two favorite cowboys. Don’t worry baby; Daddy will come home with that title soon enough.” The boy in Brock’s arms reached for his mother and surprised them both, “Momma.” They looked at each other in shock and excitement. “Eef, say that again. Who’s that?” he pointed to the child’s mother. “Momma!” “You said your first word! Ethan, we’re so proud of you!” Y/N exclaimed as she kissed the baby’s little cheeks. She pulled her soon-to-be husband down to kiss him, and tell them both over and over how much she loves them; the expressions being returned as well. Their little family had some major moments that night: Y/N returned, Brock is going for the Universal Championship title, and most importantly Ethan saying his first word. There was so much love in the atmosphere of that room that they forgot about the scuffle out in the ring from before. Truthfully? Neither of them cared. This moment with the three of them was the only thing that mattered.

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la-undercover-latina · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,089 times in 2022

That's 1,023 more posts than 2021!

84 posts created (8%)

1,005 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@youlightmeupfinn

@buckysimp101

@ccjinxxandjake

@h-bea92

@la-undercover-latina

I tagged 82 of my posts in 2022

#motley crue - 39 posts

#nikki sixx - 38 posts

#amber lee - 34 posts

#andy biersack - 33 posts

#black veil brides - 28 posts

#andy black - 27 posts

#tommy lee - 26 posts

#ella sixx - 19 posts

#youlightmeupfinn - 19 posts

#andy biersack imagine - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 40 characters

#aye baby let me mark that pretty neck up

My Top Posts in 2022:

Keeping up with the Biersacks

A/N: So I tried to keep it as in chronological order as possible. If there’s anything that I’m missing, feel free to shoot me an ask.

P.S These are only the ones I wrote. @youlightmeupfinn also writes stuff for Amber, so make sure to check her page too 😊

P.P.S I do not own the images used in this

Amber Nicolette Lee-Biersack

Amber Nicolette Lee-Biersack is the only child of Tommy Lee and Heather Locklear. Born on December 8th, 1987.

She is the godchild of Nikki Sixx.

Amber developed anger problems during her parents divorce that only got worse during Pamela and Tommy’s sex tape scandal.

She started White Rabbit with Ella Sixx when she was 22 and Ella was 16.

Amber is her father’s mini me. She has his curly dark brown hair, hazel eyes, tanned skin, and also is decently curvy. She also has a natural aptitude for drums and piano, and her father’s generally positive but outspoken attitude as well. But don’t let that fool you, she also learned how to kick some ass from the Kings of the Strip.

Amber met her husband Andy Biersack in 2011 before Warped Tour started that year. Prior to dating Andy, she was in her “hoe phase.”

Andy and Amber got married in 2015, and have 3 children: Addison Ella Biersack (born in 2016), Thomas Christopher Biersack (born in 2020), and Rosemarie Andrea Biersack (born in 2022)

Ghost Whisperer Pt 2

This Is Gonna Hurt

Basket of Black Roses

Sunglasses at Night

Amber And Andy Meeting

End of Slutty Summer

Down Goes The Singer

Andy Meeting Heather and Tommy

Andy Meeting Nikki and Taylor

A Mötley Thanksgiving

Private Parts

When We Were Young

Home Sweet Home (Collab with @youlightmeupfinn)

Greek Temper

Porn Star Dancing

Tattoo for Addison

That’s MY Champagne

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Down Goes The Singer

Summary: I’m sure y’all know what this is about. If you don’t, just Google Andy Six falling and you’ll find the video from their 2011 Set the World On Fire album release when Andy broke a few ribs.

June 18th, 2011

Everything was perfect. The fans were amazing and Andy had pregamed pretty extensively beforehand to release some of the anxiety. So now all that was left was to slay this concert for the Set The World On Fire release.

“What the fuck is up Los Angeles? We’re Black Veil Brides,” Andy announced and Amber gave a big smile from her spot near the stage.

“You go Rockstar!” She told him in the in ear and got a brilliant smile as the guys started with the set list.

The beginning to All Your Hate started playing and a sinking feeling developed in Amber’s stomach as she saw Andy start climbing up onto the concrete ledges next to the stage.

After the chorus ended, Andy sat down and the sinking feeling fell to her ass as she saw Andy launch himself off the ledge.

“Guys, keep playing,” Amber told the guys as she jumped the barricade and ran towards her boyfriend that was sprawled on the ground.

“Andy!” Amber yelled as two people in their forties came around the corner. One of the security guards started to perform CPR, making Amber shove him.

“Where did you get your degree? The University of Dumbass? You’re making it worse,” Amber hissed and she ran a fingertip over her boyfriend’s chiseled features.

“Hey Goddess,” Andy smiled.

“Don’t you dare move,” She told him and he smiled and then winced.

“I’m a nurse’s kid, remember?” He reminded her and she rolled her eyes.

“A nurse’s son that should’ve known better,” the woman spoke up, before walking up to the couple and gently placing her fingertips on his lower chest, checking for broken ribs.

“Andy, really?” The man asked when the woman nodded.

“Chris, did you call EMS?” She asked and the man nodded.

“Yes dear. Dispatch said they’d be here in less than ten minutes,” Chris responded.

It was then that the lightbulb went off in Amber’s head.

“So tell me about your parents?” Amber had asked Andy one night when they had just gotten back to the apartment she shared with Ella.

“Their names are Chris and Amy and live in Cincinnati. My dad was actually our roadie, manager, and literally everything under the sun up until recently,”

“Really?” Amber had been shocked. Not that she couldn’t picture her own dad doing the same. But he’d always just offer to pay for a few roadies.

“You must be Amber,” Amy smiled at the woman kneeling on her son’s other side, who smiled.

“Yes ma’am,”

“I thought you were joking kid,” Chris murmured to his son who laughed, and then groaned.

“Chris, take Amber and lead EMS over here please?” Amy asked and Amber stood up and jogged to where she could hear commotion.

“Well this is a hell of a way to meet my son’s girlfriend. I’m Chris. You know I thought he was pulling my chain when he said that he was dating Tommy Lee’s daughter,” Chris laughed as Amber cleared the way for EMS.

“I just hope he didn’t hurt himself too bad,” Amber told the man that would become her father in law.

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Andy Meeting Heather and Tommy

TW: None

Summary: Dating a Rock Legend’s daughter is all fun until you have to meet said legend.

A/N: I originally wasn’t gonna pick this gif, but it looks like he is like “YESS!”

“Dad, you know the guy I’ve gone out with? The rocker?” Amber asked her dad.

“Yeah, how’s that gone? You haven’t told me much Princess,”

“It’s going really good. So good that I want to have him meet you and mom. I already cleared it with her,”

“Your mom wants to have dinner at the same table as me?” Tommy laughed. They managed to keep everything as civil as possible for Amber’s sake, but there were definitely words that needed to be said between the two since their last fight. When Tommy was busted being out with a porn star and Heather filed for divorce.

“Yes. And I talked to Pam. The boys will be with her tonight, and uncle Nikki said there’s no band practice. But you’re to tell him everything.” Amber shook her head and laughed.

“I swear dad, you two are like teenagers,”

A glint of mischief flashed in Tommy’s eyes.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea how wrong you are, we were so much worse,” he laughed and then got serious.

“Obviously, this means a lot if you did all the legwork. You got your mom to agree to this, and talked to Pam about the boys, and the least I could do is meet your boyfriend,” He smiled. Lately, his daughter had a sort of femme fatale attitude.

When Nikki and Tommy brought it up to Nikki’s wife Taylor, she assured them that it was normal. Every woman goes through this phase. They needed to explore the more sexual side of themselves.

If anything was wrong with Amber, Taylor would know. The two grew close when Nikki started seriously dating her when Amber was about 5. Taylor had become a second mother figure to the young woman. Especially during the divorce.

But this wasn’t a typical femme fatale scenario. Tommy could tell that at least.

He now knew what his own parents saw when he was head over heels in love. Tommy was glad that his fucked up relationships when she was growing up didn’t take the hopeless romantic trait from his daughter.

“Thanks Dad,” Amber gave her dad a big hug, one that Tommy sunk into. He treasured these moments with his daughter. When he felt like he was hugging his little girl again. But, no matter how big she got, she’d always be his little girl.

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“It’ll be fine babe,” Andy coaxed over the phone while Amber finished getting ready. Her mom wasn’t who she was worried about. Amber had talked to her mom a lot about Andy. Heather hadn’t seen Amber be so in love with a boyfriend before, and naturally, she wanted as many details as possible.

What worried Amber was her dad. The tabloids have been comparing Andy’s band to Mötley Crüe since their beginning.

Admittedly, they took a huge inspiration from them. But, with Andy penning Nikki’s last name during the very beginning of his career, she didn’t know how her dad was going to react. Uncle Nikki was the brother her father didn’t have. Not that he didn’t love having Athena as his little sister, but there was a brother bond he didn’t have with anyone besides Nikki. So, he naturally was protective over him, just like with Athena.

“Don’t be surprised if we see my uncle Nikki sitting in the corner spying,” Amber laughed nervously.

“And that would be fine by me.” He told her, getting ready himself.

Dating a legend’s daughter was nerve wracking, but he could handle it. But had someone told him five years ago that he would date a beautiful woman that also referenced his biggest musical hero as “uncle Nikki”, he would’ve been bouncing off the walls.

“You don’t know my uncle Nikki,” Amber laughed, picturing her uncle grabbing a chair and doing a good cop bad cop routine with her dad.

“I hope I will. But, anyway, babe. Just relax. Dinner will be fine. You already got your parents to sit at the same table, which seems like the hard part,”

The couple arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early.

“For Lee,” Amber spoke to the hostess. Her brown curls were curled to perfection. Andy was dressed respectfully, but without sacrificing his style. Leather jacket over a nice button up and expensive jeans that fit him perfectly.

“You look great baby,” Amber whispered as the host led them to the table where Heather was already sat.

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Daddy’s Kitten- Amber/Andy Biersack

Summary: After the Hit List Reveal goes south, Andy needs to make it up to his wife. But what happens when Amber decides to be a brat to her already jealous husband?

Read part 1 here

Warnings: Smut ahead, mature language, Dom/Sub, and orgasm denial

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Dirty at Download

Requested by @youlightmeupfinn. More specifically Tipsy!Taylor

Summary: After Black Veil Brides’ set at Download 2022, Andy decides he’s got some pent up energy that he needs to get out. Luckily, the kids’ godfather is now free since the set is over.

Photos taken from Andy’s insta

TW: Smut, slight degradation, cursing, bondage (Very slight, but I still wanna throw that warning out there)

A/N: I haven’t written smut in so fucking long. So some constructive criticism is definitely welcome 😊

Andy had just finished Black Veil’s set at Download, and he had energy he needed to get out.

His jeans had tightened halfway through his set when he ran off stage for a second to get some water and give his wife and kids kisses.

There was one bit of Amber left from her hoe days. And that was the ability to make men want her with only a kiss.

“Hey Jake, CC, you mind keeping an eye on the kids for a bit?” Andy asked and CC chuckled and Jake shook his head. They both knew damn well why they needed to babysit.

“Yeap. Bring me my godchildren,” Jake laughed and Andy walked to where he saw his beautiful wife and 2 of his 3 kids standing side stage throughout the set.

They had left Rose with Tommy and Brittany while the couple was in England for Download. Especially with her only being a few months old, it would be best if she was left home for this year’s and next year’s festivals.

When he finally got to his wife, she was smiling as their kids were air playing music as the stagehands were getting ready for the next act and rock music played over the speakers.

“Hey guys, Uncle Jake and Uncle CC want to play with you guys,” Andy told them and then he noticed his drummer coming up to them.

“I’ve been sent to collect some rugrats,” he told them and scooped Tommy in his arms and held his hand out for Addy to take. With the amount of people here, Andy wouldn’t be able to have alone time with his missus if either of their kids got lost.

“UNCLE CC!” Addy yelled and instead of taking his hand, she attached herself to his long legs.

“So we’re gonna take Uncle CC for a ride instead?” He laughed, earning a nod from Addison. Tommy rested his head on the drummer’s chest, too content and a little tired to ride uncle CC’s legs like his big sister.

“Well I’m pretty sure the guys didn’t want to immediately babysit after your guys’ amazing set. Am I sensing you had something to do with this?” Amber asked, a smirk on her lips and batting her long eyelashes once the kids were out of earshot.

“Yeah, I want you now,” he spoke lowly in her ear before placing either hand on her sides, blocking her in with his arms and body. His teeth taking her earlobe between them.

A gasp left Amber’s lips before she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning in public.

“C’mon kitten,” he stood eye to eye with her and Amber’s smirk deepened.

“Lead the way rockstar,” she told him, taking his large hand in hers. The same hands that would delicately hold their children could make her scream in pleasure.

Andy led them to his dressing room. Once Amber made it through the door, he turned around, pressing her body against the door, and roughly grasping her chin in his hands and bringing his lips down to her and bringing her into a kiss that screamed that he meant business.

He took her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked. Amber pressed her body on the door, using the door to support her weight as she brought her legs up to wrap around her husband’s waist.

“Learn that in dance class?” He asked her when he broke the kiss. His oceanic eyes were barely discernible from his pupil as it consumed the blue with lust.

Amber smirked.

“Maybe,” she told him and he walked backwards towards one of the couches in the dressing room, flipping them so Amber’s back laid on the couch, and bringing his lips down to her neck that she bared as soon as she saw his eyes lock on it. Andy’s skillful lips pressed into his wife’s sweet spot and a moan left her mouth and she tightened her grip on his waist.

“Did I say you could tighten your legs? Nah fuck that, open your gorgeous legs for me kitten,” he demanded and Amber closed her eyes in delight as she felt heat travel down her body and looking at her core.

“Yes daddy,” she purred and spread her legs as wide as she could with skinny jeans on. Before she could completely open them, Andy’s hands stopped her.

“Let’s see what you have on for me,” Andy unbuttoned the jeans to reveal a lacy black and red thong. Andy’s cock tightened even more, if that was even possible, behind his skinny jeans.

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THIS. DEAR LORD THIS. THIS IS WHAT HAS BEEN DRIVING ME INSANE ABOUT AI.

Look I have contemplated writing an AI Analysis post coming from an actual artist's perspective SEVERAL times with the knowledge I've accumulated but rarely have the spoons to do it but I'll just do a short bit of it now.

So when something really upsets me that is happening and I have little control, I habitually do this thing where I will actively go out there and research the shit out of it. Because I've spent enough time in therapy to know the thing that scares us the most is the unknown. Make the unknown known? It becomes significantly less scary.

And I am backing it up when they say 'AI is a buzzword'. It 120% is. What the AI labelling is hiding under the world's biggest and perhaps most obfuscated umbrella-term is machine learning.

So it would probably shock you to know, by that metric we have been using AI for YEARS. Your autocomplete keyboard on your phone that remembers your words according to usage? Machine learning. Facial recognition on mobile phone cameras and facebook? Machine learning. The ALGORITHMS that have been driving a lot of my most beloathed social medias for years? MACHINE. LEARNING. Auto-generated captions on videos, reverse image searching, targeted advertising, analysis of weather systems, handwriting recognition, DNA sequencing, search engines, and of course your dynamic enemy 'AI' in videogames that has to react to your actions as a player - these are ALL products of machine learning and by that metric? You have technically been using AI for years but we just didn't call it that yet.

In my great search of understanding all things AI, what an Australian tech journalist commentator said was - we're basically calling anything 'new' in machine learning that we don't quite understand yet collectively 'AI'. And I agree 100%. The reality is AI has been with us since about the 1960s.

Hang on Chimera/Kery I hear you say, on the Wikipedia page of machine learning it says machine learning is a result of trying to build AI, not AI! Yes, but you literally cannot have the 'Intelligence' part without the machine learning part. You take out the learning and you've just got a brick of data that you can't do shit with. The intelligence part comes in when based on the data it's been fed and the responses it has gotten back from it's environment, whether that is a researcher saying yes or no, or literal environmental feedback in a robot that is learning optimal locomotion through a space - it executes actions. So again, by that metric when you whip out your phone to take a selfie and your phone starts to track where your face is? It is executing an action based on its data-set of 'what is a face'. That. Is. AI.

So everything is AI now? Yeah it's an umbrella term, that's what I said. The disparity between knowing what machine learning and AI is to the point we call specific things AI (image generation, large language models, voice generation) and other things 'not AI' (see my long list again) is down to MARKETING.

Let me take you back to the tail 'end' of the pandemic. You're OpenAI and through scraping a lot of publically available data of just people chatting or writing various things - with dubious consent - you have made a really good chat-bot. Yeah you heard me, CHAT-BOT. If you're old like me, you remember chat-bots - they're those goofy things you played with as a teenager and laughed at because it'd say silly things and it'd be funny to put two together trying to talk to each other because they'd begin spouting nonsense and getting stuck in a loop. Or they're the widely hated artificial help systems on government websites embedded in a chatbox that does jack shit. Or the annoying pop up on some website you're just trying to buy shit from and stock-image-sandra is here in a text box 'ready to help you'. Chat-bots have an image problem. You can't release ChatGPT, your fancy chat-bot as a 'chat-bot', how the hell are you supposed to get investors? You've got some really good projects on the go (with dubiously sourced data) but you're running out of money. You need to do something fast.

So you take out the AI umbrella term, and right before everyone is just about ready to leave their hermit-chronically-online-pandemic-induced lifestyles - you drop the metaphorical bomb. You hand over your tech, now with the shiny new AI label, to the public. The AI label hides the fact from the public that you're basically rebranding shit we've had forever and by keeping it purposefully murky you can (hopefully) get people to ignore the fact that you've basically pulled vast swathes of data with dubious consent because - but it's AI! It's such a superior piece of technology! We can't un-invent the wheel because the ends didn't justify the means! It could change the world!

Despite the fact it's been 'changing the world' since 1960 and the only difference here is you linked enough computers together to make it better than what was currently available. But you now have to pay electricity costs for all that tech so, out into the wild it goes!

And now you've triggered a technological arms race and the use of AI (and your bottom line) is skyrocketing! AI that was previously the domain of government and massive corporate use is now in the hands of people to play with - their personal tech literacy be dammed (no literally be dammed, the less they understand the better). And they won't want to have it taken off them - in fact they'll fight each other over the value of your chat-bot and image generator in spite of the fact you stole data to train it. So your profits keep rolling in and next minute, despite your ethos being 'open source to all' - you're getting approached by Microsoft for a partial buy in and now you're 'semi-private', whatever the hell that means. Who cares! Money!

I have so, so much more to say on all this but I'll leave it for a proper post. But the lesson of this very tl;dr history of OpenAI is this: AI is machine learning. Machine learning is a TOOL. AI is a TOOL.

And a tool is only as ethical as the hand that chooses to wield it. Artificial intelligence is neutral. It is not good. It is not bad. It is just like the knife on your kitchen bench, with all the potential of doing good and useful things like help you make dinner and also horrendous, horrible things like commit a violent crime. And who made the knife in your kitchen? Is it artisan? Handcrafted by someone well paid in their profession? Or was it mass produced in third world conditions? Now is your knife itself bad? Should we ban all kitchen knives?

AI is a marketing buzzword for shit we've had for years - this is just the shiny version that went public to get money and we all fell for it hook, line and sinker.

So I challenge you, the next time something wizz-bang-shiny-tech-whatever is placed in front of you, and maybe it's a bit scary - to do what I do. Instead of filing it into a box of good or bad, start arguments online with someone with only limited information over whether someone is 'good' or 'bad' for participating or not participating in use of this technology because it's now emotionally loaded for you - do what I do. RESEARCH IT. Understand it, deeply. Listen to commentary on it from both sides, learn about the intent of why it was handed to you and for the love of god USE SOME CRITICAL THINKING SKILLS.

Because I guarantee you once you do that? Stuff will quickly become a lot less murky. You'll be able to see where your own blindspots are, and prevent them from being exploited - in this case, being taken advantage of by big corporations who are trying to pull and 'oopsie-woopsie' on unethical datasets for profit. You'll be able to hold them accountable. You'll also be less likely to get pulled into stupid arguments online about shit because you know it is way more nuanced than tech-bro putting out his big titty waifu image soup - he's small game here. Who cares about him. Go for the people at the top of this who are hoping to keep sliding on by with their rolling profits because you're too busy having fights among yourselves. Go for them and go for the fucking throat.

Any technology can be used for weal or woe, and it is entirely about the hand who wields it. Or in this case, the hand who programmed it.

If we want to continue to use AI or Machine Learning in an ethical, revolutionary manner we need to stop falling for the marketing, and hold each other accountable to uses that will continue to benefit humanity. Not pull it apart.

So yes. AI is a buzzword. Stop falling for it.

#kerytalk #here we go again #artificial intelligence #mic drop and I am off #to walk dog #of course I come out of my hiatus to write a text wall #I am once again begging people to develop critical thinking skills deeper than a saucer #my commentary #ai art

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noodleswithsoba-blog · 11 months ago

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Earth 3329's Batman.

So, who wants to know about my Batman? I know, I know real original story ahead but here's the deal...

He's pretty different, based off the Burton movies mixed with the 2022 Batman, kind of a dark Gothic-Cyberpunk vibe. Also this is probably going to be a massive post.

"Every day I put on that suit, keep my stick at my side, and for what? Just to fall over and over. But I always get back up, because of one truth of this world... everyone needs a little hope and if I'm that hope, then it's worth every fall."

Quick Facts.

Name: Grayson Thomas Wayne.

Birthday: 10/27. (A few days before the anniversary of the start of the Long Halloween.)

Special Ability: Nine Lives. Grayson can come back to life nine times, after the ninth he has no more, however whatever killed him before is remembered and sometimes leads to resistances.

It's main weakness is the fact he remembers how he died every time, if it was particularly traumatic it'd have a deeper impact.

Hair Color: Black.

Eye Color: Green.

Relatives.

Bruce Wayne. (Father.)

Selina Kyle. (Mother.)

Richard 'Dick' Grayson. (Adoptive Older Brother.)

Jason Todd. (Adoptive Older Brother.)

Tim Drake. (Figurative Older Brother/Adoptive.)

Barbara Gordon. (Sister-in-Law.)

Damian Al Ghul/Owlman (Half-Brother.)

Relationships.

Page Monroe (Ex-Girlfriend.)

Pamela Isley (Current Girlfriend.)

Backstory.

The son of Bruce and Selina, young Grayson Thomas Wayne (Named after his big brother and paternal grandfather to highlight the expectations on his shoulders.) was born with Cerebral Palsy, which hampered his training quite a bit, but he was still eager to learn because who wouldn't when your dad is BATMAN? Of course when he became Robin he mostly stayed back with the Batmobile and helped investigate crime scenes and rarely got into fights.

Selina taught her son how to steal things on the side, definitely a mom that'd be protective but still try to have her son grow up a bit by taking on a little more at a time.

As a Robin, Bruce's rogues understood that Grayson couldn't really hurt them, but in this case he turned out to be a pretty sweet kid. Arkham was hell but at least he'd try to make things a little more comfortable for the inmates.

But there was one that didn't like the baby bat, one that wanted to play an even deadlier joke against the Bat and Cat...

The Joker. He took out one Robin, he's 1-3 on the Killed Robin board so the cute little prince of Gotham would have to do. So one night, he caused a huge crime spree, drawing away both Selina and Bruce, the fourteen year old Grayson, eager to prove himself had tracked down the Clown Prince of Crime and was just about to send the location to Oracle when he dropped off the grid.

When they found him he was barely alive, dying soon after and being buried... until he dug his way out and went to bed, scaring the daylights out of Alfred and the rest of the family.

Ever since then, the Bat-Family as well as the Wayne family imploded. Grayson could barely look at the Robin suit without flying into a panic attack, losing his desire to help Gotham. Selina thought it'd be best to divorce Bruce and get their child out of Gotham. In no small part blaming her complacency in the fact that their son had difficulties and still made him a Robin.

They moved to Seattle, Washington. Bruce slowly gave up on being Batman, Gotham slowly rotting further.

Becoming the Bat.

The matter of Grayson becoming Batman is because of a downward spiral after losing Pamela and not processing his grief well at all. While the Mission isn't as important, it all starts as an investigation into Jason Woodrue, who he was suspicious of back in Seattle, but now really wants to find out why he did that to Pamela.

It's also a culmination of all the years he's tried to run from his destiny as the next Batman, so this is all just a burden he has to bear now because he's too far in.

As we'll see with my Superman, this is the opposite of his case.

Personality.

Grayson became a very quiet young man. He could ACT like he's happy or not having issues but in a moment whoever he's hiding it from would see into him.

He very much wears his emotions on his sleeve. Even after what happened to him he still makes an effort to not let it defeat him. He's nervous in big social groups.

He's very soft spoken and doesn't like confrontation, owing to the fact that Pamela and Page were much more outspoken than him and he'd often retreat inside his own head.

But before that, he was outgoing and happy. Almost like he loved everything about being in Gotham and caring about it. Dick and Tim used to remember how eager he was to go out and help.

A lot of the Old Guard of rogues like the Penguin, the first Ivy, and Harley Quinn remember him as a sweet kid that really would get eaten up by Gotham.

He'd talk with them and of course none of them would actively try to hurt him. Mostly because Batman was nearby at all times as little Robin asked Mr. Cobblepot or Miss Ivy about how their gadgets and powers worked.

Grayson was never angry at Harley though. She wasn't there when he died and she probably wouldn't have changed Joker's mind at all. She does shove herself into his life as his 'Auntie Harley' and keeps an eye on him...

Which he finds really sweet but embarrassing because Harley tells Selina EVERYTHING about what he's doing and all that.

He absolutely adores cats, especially ones that wobble because they remind him of himself and he has a way with them because his mom does.

He and Bruce also loved listening to old radio serials like the Gray Ghost and The Shadow, so Grayson implements the tactics of The Shadow into his common Batman kit.

He'd be a drama kid if he wasn't railroaded into being Batman.

While being the Caped Crusader... Grayson is the definition of rage and efficiency. He has to be mindful of his limits and his Batsuit is armored in such a way to protect himself.

So imagine him fighting with a stick and metal claws and a whip, he's a blend of Batman and Catwoman with a bit of Nightwing.

He's also very measured and calm when not fighting. Often as to not scare civilians and unnerve villains when he's skulking towards them wanting to beat the tar out of them.

Well, that's his LAST resort. He tends to go for mind games rather than straight fisticuffs but can handle himself if desired. He doesn't have much of a Batgrowl, more like a soft, gentle monotone.

He does have a lot of gadgets in comparison to his father. Some more to make Batmanning more accessible. He does have his own Batmobile and that's pretty much it for vehicles.

His relationship with the GCPD is hostile. He doesn't care about them considering he has access to their records, and again, Babs is out of town but tries to help.

Meanwhile Gotham's falling apart at the seams by the time he returns.

As Grayson Wayne the Playboy... there isn't one. He has Ivy, or Page. He's happily partnered with either one of them and they're basically the talk of the town.

Even though he's highly introverted and his social battery is nonexistent, Pamela tends to chase them off with a glare, while Page would whip them all into an excited crowd as she regales them with glamourous tales to help Grayson get away.

Love Interests.

Back when Grayson was younger, he was a real hit with the uppercrust of Gotham, being the Prince of the City had it's benefits. Of course, there were several people who wanted to take advantage. None moreso than former actress Gloria Monroe and her daughter Page.

Gloria wanted to marry Page off to the Waynes as a backup plan if the acting didn't work out.

Of course, Page initially didn't want to be there, until she saw Grayson go into the manor's library for a little social battery recharge with his wobbly cat, Wells.

Page was a child star, a rising sensation in the entertainment world, being a riches to rags back to riches story in GOTHAM was a big deal.

But with Grayson? She had a friend who never saw the actress and saw the girl underneath. Over the next few months, she would remember every day with him fondly as she slowly began to fracture, clinging to him and wanting him to stay with her.

Until one day he broke up with her. Telling her that he was leaving Gotham. Yet she still held feelings for him, and little did she know for a while after he did too.

She has a very good memory for dates and often reminisces on the days where she was beautiful, the days where she had a wobbly cat and the heart of the Prince of Gotham.

There's a theme of getting back what you lost before with Page. Echoes of Sunset Boulevard, too. Constantly trying to stay relevant, to stay beautiful, to stay as she was before.

She's the first person the newly returned Batman saves. Page and Grayson reunite and she's on the very edge of snapping after losing a job and being rejected from new ones for not being what they wanted.

As a further partner, Page would be a pretty capable partner considering Mean Seasons, and this versions acting skills. Plus she'd appreciate her Gracey's efforts to reform Gotham with her as his spokeswoman.

She still would wear her mask if she gets overwhelmed or scared.

Pamela Isley met Grayson at a college party. Both of them being intense introverts but she was outspoken and very strong-willed. Something the quieter, softer Grayson needed help with regaining. Pamela also was a botany student, very intelligent and successful.

She was also intensely against all forms of authority, and would easily, easily be ACAB and maybe an Anarchist. Ironic considering that her boyfriend used to be a Robin.

Although nowadays Grayson would agree with her on a lot of points. She ended up radicalizing him.

Grayson steadily forgot about Gotham with her. Saw the light and saw getting better as a possibility. For himself, and to be a better man for her and his family.

However, the experiments that she was undergoing to protect the plants she loved and by extension protecting him from the wider world because he was one of the only people who saw her as more of a person other than her family killed her.

But like Grayson, Pamela rose again. Her goal is to tear down the corruption of Gotham, and make a garden in its place, to be the salvation of the planet as well as the idea of being alone with the people she loves completely safe.

Of course Dr. Woodrue's goal was to precisely make an embodiment of the Green to combat humanity's expansion and grasp immortality. And while Dr. Isley finds it cruelly ironic that her daughter went down the same road...

Pamela sees it as a new opportunity. If only she could stop thinking about Grayson and see it through to the end. She's extremely antisocial towards other people and only still loves Grayson because he respects her autonomy and adores her for who she is.

Also during parties she scares people off. As Ivy, she's a very hostile person to whoever or whatever is getting in her way, but she helps Grayson because they have a similar goal. A better Gotham.

The only reason WHY she goes to these galas is to make people wildly uncomfortable. Also picking out more targets for her partner to take down, it's a whole system.

Also she absolutely has various plant monsters throughout Gotham just waiting for a citywide threat even though Grayson harps on it.

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A Bird' Eye View: Water Futures in the Colorado River Basin

Have you read my creative essay?! Click the link above and check out all the other amazing contributions!

Photo Description: Top to Bottom - A screenshot of the title of my essay on the Southwest Contemporary website, a screenshot of a paragraph in the essay about memory, the cover of Vol 7 and a marketing graphic for the "Finding Water in the West" panel I participated in.

A follow-up reflection on Beauty

I think there is a lot of beauty in this region of the country. I've barely touched the surface of anything during my time here, but from what I have noticed living in Arizona and visiting New Mexico and southwest Colorado, there is a lot of beauty. All kinds of beauty. I remember my initial reaction toward going out West, "go out there! Where there's no water?! It's so hot there and blah blah blah". Imagine all the things you miss because you don't recognize the beauty of a place . . . I'm searching for other words but I can't put my finger on them. So I settle on beauty and maybe magic. I'm trying to stop myself from saying otherworldly, but there are otherworldly places in this region. Thank the rocks! Maybe another way to think about it is the energies of a place. Energy that makes you go WHOA. Also, self esteem is coming to mind. All this stuff going on with the land and water here, and all the nonsense that doesn't get news coverage, or is even known. I like thinking about self-esteem/community-esteem and place. I think the moment I started to recognize the beauty of the desert was when I went to this herbalist's Instagram page and saw all the herbal goodies she is making from desert plants like Saguaro Cactus and Prickly Pear. I saw the desert's beauty through her and her connection to plants and herbalism. I've seen more beauty through other people too. All kinds of beauty.

A time travel gadget making workshop in the Year 2023

Photo Description: The first and third images are graphics promoting my workshop "It's About Time" downloaded from Southwest Contemporary's Instagram account. The second image is of a time travel gadget I made for my essay in Vol 7.

RECAP: It's About Time: A Water Futures + Time Travel Workshop with Simone Johnson Thursday, June 15, 6-7:15 pm MDT free | via Zoom

Please join us! As part of our continued exploration of creative practices engaging with water issues across the West and Southwest, Southwest Contemporary presents It's About Time, a free virtual workshop by Simone Johnson, an interdisciplinary artist, researcher, and cultural worker and author of "A Bird’s Eye View: Water Futures in the Colorado River Basin" in Southwest Contemporary Vol. 7—Finding Water in the West. In this workshop, you will:

Learn more about Simone's approach to her water and time travel research focused on the Colorado River Basin.

Learn how she made a time travel gadget for her essay featured in Southwest Contemporary Vol. 7.

Make your own time travel gadget as it relates to water and ecologies where you live.

Materials needed: What can you use that is lying around where you live? While searching for materials, play with your imagination to see how they can be used. Some ideas include paper, cardboard, fabric, an old tissue box, a fork, a stick from outside, glue, tape, paperclips, string, etc.

My time travel gadget from the workshop!

"Thanks to everyone who joined the Water Futures + Time Travel workshop yesterday with @swcontemporary 😭🥰

🌵This is the time travel gadget I made; a mason jar top filled with dried Rose petals tied to my hand with string. I told everyone in the workshop you have to have a certain kind of Rose for the gadget to function properly, and it has to be tied to your hand a certain way to work as well.

🌵This morning I woke up, and wondered if there are any desert rose species, and decided this gadget only works with particular desert plants. And it's activated only by Sun and Moonlight shining from/under southwestern/western skies in the Colorado River Basin.

🌵It transports me to waterways and surrounding lands in the basin. Works really great since I don't drive. It's a device of somekind that is specifically made for this region. One day I want to visit the famous Colorado River. As I begin to transport it starts to glow more blue. I added some filters to the image to help convey the time travel gadget, which I made spontaneously in 15 minutes!

💫FYI, portals to NYC are currently not opening up for me, but when they do . . .haha.

🌵The end!

Thanks again for being interested in my water art practice" ☺

IG Post on June 16, 2023

Making time travel gadgets at home

One of my favorite parts about the workshop design is that participants make their time travel gadgets at home. If you are really interested in this idea, and you haven't set up your gadget making studio-lab yet, what are you waiting for?! I would love to see what you create :) If you are on IG, please DM @sjj.nyc!

With a variety of prompts (that I still need to develop more) to help people generate ideas, characters and stories, time travelers are also encouraged to search for materials inside and outside where they live. The golden question is: what will you find?

Thanks so much to Natalie and Lauren from Southwest Contemporary for the opportunity to share, and to everyone who joined!

No.4 Judy Jetson: A Flower Essence for Time Travel

Photo description: A photo of two different sides of the flower essence "Nov 4. Judy Jetson".

Right before I facilitated "It's About Time" I was gifted a flower essence called "Nov 4. Judy Jetson" by multidisciplinary artist and medicine maker Iruka Maria Toro. She shared with me that it is connected to time travel, and I feel like it is so special to receive this medicine during a time in my life where I am exploring water and time travel. Thanks so much Iruka! <333

"An energetic essence of flowers and stones that activates multiple timelines. It spins the wheel of fortune and dissolves boundaries with a wink and a smile.

This potion is a time machine. Return to any point on the clock & remember: all lifetimes are now.

It’s possible to rewind or fast forward. It’s possible to get multidimensional about it.

Ancestor work is supported here. Evolutionary soul work is supported here.

Kiss the spiral of non-linear time".

I have never taken a flower essence like this before, and since I have started working with it, I have noticed a couple of things so far. What I will share for now is that between last Fall 2022 and early August 2023 I have had several different timespirals coursing through my being, all while struggling personally at home, with easy access to public transportation and getting A TON of NOs for artistic opportunities and job applications. Every direction I tried to go in last year and this year (until the recent Full Moon in Aquarius on August 1, 2023), I was blocked. My theory behind all the ruthless limitations, challenges, setbacks and roadblocks is that my Saturn Return was in full effect.

The last year and a half have been an emotional rollercoaster to say the least, and at times I became very weak and depressed, not taking care of myself which opened the door to spiritual parasites I had to extract from myself in a dream. No lie. I'm open to sharing this because I'm alive, and would like to share the challenging moments in my life.

When I started taking this flower essence there must have been 3-4 different life directions I could possibly go in, and the whole time I was feeling into whether I truly wanted to go in these directions, and if they were aligned. In the end, I think a mixture of things including working with "Nov 4. Judy Jetson" collapsed and dissolved timelines my spirit knew wasn't right for me. And the timecircle that unexpectedly emerged . . . well . . .

PHOTO: CDWHEATLEY/GETTY IMAGES

When I was reading about the medicine on Iruka's apothecary, it said it could also be used for ancestor work, and that made me pause- ancestor work? I shook my head and agreed with myself that I wanted to focus on water and time travel in the Colorado River Basin. A couple of hours later I took four drops of the essence and by the end of the night I was thinking about my paternal line, researching my Ghanaian heritage and how the island of St. John could be some sort of official entry way into ancestral research I've been hesitant, cautious and grumbly about.

I decided recently that I'm going to use the essence for dreamwork. I remember saying to myself when my paternal lineage came up that I'm not ready to connect with my paternal line through my dreams. Even though, maybe, I already have. I didn't have dreams with my paternal line that night, but the following morning I woke up researching the Volta River, realizing the river could be another way to "enter" Ghana. An hour or so later, I learned about the work of Yvette Tetteh and Agbetsi Living Water. Ha! So much for sticking to water and time travel in the Colorado River Basin.

I hadn't been thinking about my Ghanaian heritage for awhile until I took the flower essence, and I believe it created an opening inside of me that I honestly couldn't imagine happening. Because, at this time in my life, I don't think I'll ever feel close to Ghana, but the essence helped make a bridge between my interest in water and the Volta River, so I guess I'll see what happens. Coming across Agbetsi Living Waters strengthened the opening and seeded a possible timeline where maybe I might find myself in my absent father's homeland.

Photo description: A map of the Volta River drainage basin and its main three tributaries, the White Volta, Red Volta, and Black Volta rivers

Today is Saturday, September 16, 2023 and I just did a timeline jump

I think it's one thing to think about time travel, and another thing to experience it in my body. I bought many herbal medicines with me for my destination, but I definitely need them during the process of connecting to the new timeline. I really like having herbs I can take immediately, especially if my nervous system gets inflamed from being in an airplane for hours or being around too many people for long periods of time. I like having a Skullcap tincture, but prefer an infusion. Herbal oils like St. Johns Wort are really helpful for calming my nervous system. Sometimes when I get off planes, trains and busses, my body aches so much and my back hurts, but it's really my nervous system that is inflamed.

I like taking garlic, honey and oregeno oil capsules to stop me from getting sick when I go to public places. I've heard Osha Root and Spilanthes are great to take before getting on a flight because they stimulate your immune system to protect yourself when you're in an enclosed tube with many people. Infusions really go a long way though, which is why it sucks when I find myself timeline jumping, or doing anything really, and I don't have access to water, a teapot and stove. I think taking pauses in the midst of change can be really medicinal too, and pouring libations before the journey begins. I am interested in thinking more about how to stay grounded while time traveling, especially in an embodied way. I really could use a massage right now, let's add that to our time travel care. I gotta return to this. It's a bit rough on the edges, but I have to go!

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