#I should probably make an actual post about that buuuuut I will later

[the-s1lly-corner]

Creepypasta au ramblings

Including some ideas, headcannons, potential plot stuff, ect ect

Gotta get the brain juices flowing and written down somewhere

Okay so. Admittedly, I haven't really been working on the au that much, due to my hyper fixiation on the owl house taking up my brain. And that'll likely still be the case with the upcoming finale so.. yeah!

Anyways, with what I have now;

I already know this is going to be a written collection of various connected stories; as opposed to a comic <\3

If my experience with making comics in the past says anything to me, is that it'll crash and burn before any of the juicy stuff happens.. and I'll get burnt out incredibly fast

Only downside to sticking to a written format is that a lot of these characters have redesighs <\3

Not big ones, most carry their basic look that just about everyone knows

Save for Kagekao and Laughing Jill

Good news is, Kagekao, as of now, doesn't have a role.. yet.. maybe.. again, I'm still figuring out the overarching story

Bad news: Laughing Jill is actually a huge roll in one of the side plots (more on that later). She still holds the same basic design elements as her canon design has: black and white clown gal

Only difference between the real design and my take is that Laughing Jill is a funky ragdoll; and she's small because.. yk, she's a doll. Can literally fit inside a decent sized backpack (again, will elaborate on this later)

Though of course I suppose I could just

Describe her as small

(I'm dumb and writing this as I think)

Moving on

I also want to do different plots and side things that all either connect to larger story, or show different perspectives and such; maybe each chapter switching from one characters POV to another

And I already have a long term plot! For... two specific characters

I want there to be a side thing where Jane is trying to hunt down Jeff and put an end to him for

Well

You know

Offing her parents

Along the way she stumbles into Jill, and the two team up to find the dude; along with Jane trying to balance her goal and everyday life. Because unlike most of the other characters, she lives a very normal life otherwise... when you don't look at her past. She has a job, she lives in her own apartment, she's gotten her education. Other than gunning for Jeff, she has no interest in taking the lives for others. So with Janes chapters it'll likely follow both settings/sides of her life

Speaking of settings

Locations

I don't know where exactly it would take place; country/town wise.. it may be spread out across different areas since itd be odd if all these creatures and stuff were living in the same place; gotta dispurse them or people will just. Leave the area

Yk?

But as for like

Actual places that the characters will be interacting in will be anywhere from towns, woods, eft ect

And yes

Because this is a mix of fanon and canon

The slender mansion will be in this au

Although probably not in the way most people interpret it; it won't really be a safe house for every creepypasta character buuuuut im still working on the way i should execute it

Probably make it a hotel of sorts; for most characters its not a permanent home. Be it they dont wish to stay, or they arent welcome there

Moving on, Im gonna write masky/tim and hoodie/brian the same way i do in my silly imagines and hc posts; treat the proxy as a separate personality from the person. Each having their own set of morals, behaviors, and memories; not too dissimilar to how MH shows them off IIRC

Though these versions of them are a mix of MH and CRP since I enjoy both renditions, as a fan of both materials. Plus I feel like if this did become something, a few of yall would be upset if i didnt have them... plus theyre fun to write

Speaking of characters that 100% wont be in the au, for various reasons, are:

Ticci Toby: because I just don't really jive with him like i used to, and the character has more or less been ruined for me by others.... though theres a chance he MAY appear, its just HIGHLY unlikely

Clockwork: she just makes me uncomfortable

Off*nderman: do i really need to elaborate on why I'm not adding him?

Really those are the main 3 I have beef with, but

Yeah

Anyways

Yeah idk what else to type but

!!

Hopefully I'll have more ideas cooked up soon

[the-one-eighteen]

Sink

(read on ao3)

Everything ached. Everything.

Eddie honestly hadn’t even known that was possible.

Sure, he’d been bruised up to hell and back before. Even made a few passable attempts at bruised and bloody, with a couple broken bones, just to spice things up. But, god, that hadn’t ached.

And honestly? He blamed his age.

Twenty-two year olds didn’t seem to have a problem bouncing back from the stupid shit. The thirty he was had done the bouncing back a couple too many times and now, bouncing off the cement seemed to be testing his limits.

He hissed softly as he stepped into the hot water, sinking down slowly until he could lean back against the side of the tub and just...melt.

He knew if he looked down, he’d see skin blooming red in the heat, curling around the smattering of deep purple and green, and honestly, the mix just sounded horrendous, so he tilted his head back against the cool tile and closed his eyes instead. He didn’t need to see it. He could feel it, just fine.

That said, the heat was doing absolute wonders as it slowly but surely warmed him down to his bones, helping untense muscles that had been locked and braced since right before the heat swell had pushed him into the concrete.

Eddie startled slightly when someone knocked lightly at the door, the sound muffled in the steamy bathroom. Huffing softly, he dragged a hand down his face, grimacing at the water he’d forgotten about. Guess the heat was working a little too well if he was dozing off. “Yeah?” He called, voice low and rough with drowsiness.

“Just me.” Buck called back, before opening the door enough to peek inside. “Mind if I come in, or you just gonna snap at me again?”

And Eddie did feel a little bad about that. Buck hadn’t pushed when they’d gotten back to the station and Eddie had already been limping around like an old man, but as soon as they’d gotten home, he’d been all up in Eddie’s space, trying to get him to sit with a couple ice packs, and just relax. And Eddie might’ve gotten annoyed. Just a touch. He’d just wanted to hang out with his kid and his boyfriend without being reminded of how shit a day he’d had, and he was already in enough pain that he couldn’t not be reminded about it, and Buck buzzing around constantly bringing attention to it had just...grated. And he’d reacted like...well, like a spoiled toddler if he was being honest. He’d regretted it immediately of course, and had acquiesced when Buck had told him to go take a bath instead of moping. He’d take care of getting Chris to bed.

Groaning softly, he sinks lower in the tub. Maybe if he sinks low enough, he won’t have to answer, as he’ll be too busy with the equivalent of smothering his face in a pillow.

Buck snorts at him before slipping in, closing the door behind him. “Oh, don’t give me that face Diaz. Neither of us are exactly pleasant to be around when we’re less than 100%.” He sounds amused at least, so Eddie risks a sideways glance. Buck’s grinning at him. And he feels his shoulders relax, just that little bit. And just a little bit more when Buck slips over to sit on the ground next to the tub, facing him as he leans against the edge.

“While that’s definitely true, still, I’m sorry…” Eddie mumbles, because he has to, won’t feel right if he doesn’t.

“Mm...hey, you gonna look at me?” Buck asks, and Eddie doesn’t realize he’d looked away until Buck points it out. He looks over immediately though, humming happily when Buck leans over enough to steal a quick peck that does more to help him melt into the heat than the actual water had. “Apology accepted. How’re you doing?”

And Eddie takes a moment to consider how to answer, taking stock of everything for the first time beyond Hen’s assessment of ‘nothing’s broken, but you look like you lost a fight to a truck’. He still aches, the heat having managed to leech away the pain to a dull throbbing rather than the rolling waves it had been earlier. He can move without anything in particular flaring, which seems like a miracle in and of itself. “Remind me not to turn my back on gas leaks…”

“Right, because those are super easy to spot in a burning building. That was a pretty impressive belly flop though.” Buck says, grinning brightly at the dirty look Eddie shoots him. There’s a dullness to his eyes though that Eddie doesn’t like, despite knowing there’s not a whole lot he can do about it. He’d heard Buck’s voice cracking over the radio. They all had. Was pretty sure he’d be hearing it in his nightmares for awhile yet.

He’d also heard the broken thread to his laugh when Hen had given her professional medical opinion, and he’s pretty sure Hen had too, if the look she’d shot him was anything to go by.

Eddie had gotten ridiculously lucky today, and they all knew it. “Shame no one caught it on camera.” He says, sarcastically, instead of admitting it. And the laugh Buck barks out is harsh, but real, and Eddie’ll take it.

“Oh, buddy, they absolutely did. Remember the helicopter above us?”

Eddie blinks, then groans again, clapping his hand over his eyes. He had completely forgotten about that.

He doesn’t quite have the energy to jump when he feels a hand on his thigh, but he does peek through his fingers, raising an eyebrow. Buck doesn’t seem to notice, gently running his hand over Eddie’s skin with no rhyme or reason, looking lost in thought.

And there’s...there’s something grounding in that touch, something that Eddie’s been needing ever since he blinked that morning and found the world spinning and heard Buck in his ears in a way he never wants to again.

There’s no claim to that touch beyond a soft, encompassing gentleness that quietly presses into the blossom of bruises that stretch from his knee to his hip.

And the bath is nice. It’s doing wonders for his muscles and the bruises. But Eddie really, really wants to get out now. If only because the damn tub isn’t big enough for two.

He gently shoos Buck out, even though he feels the loss of that touch like a spike of ice directly through to the bone, tells him he’ll be out in a minute. And Buck huffs at him, grumbling the whole time - but there’s also a relaxed slope to his shoulders that Eddie hasn’t seen all day, and a quirk to his lips that looks real in the muddled light of the bathroom, so Eddie ignores him for now, and sets about hauling himself up and out of the bath without an audience.

Once he’s changed into a pair of sweats that are a little too long in the ankles, and a hoodie he doesn’t remember buying but that’s way too damn soft to question it, he shuffles out to the living room.

Buck’s already stretched out, having changed into comfier clothes for lounging around as well, and the tv’s already playing whatever movie Chim’s suggested to them last. Eddie has no idea. Knows neither of them is probably going to be awake long enough to make sense of it anyway.

He doesn’t even ask - doesn’t need to, and isn’t that a thrill, in and of itself? - before dropping carefully into Buck’s space. It takes a couple moments of both of them trying to awkwardly shuffle around long limbs and heavy forms without putting too much strain on already fragile bodies, but they manage, eventually. Eddie ends up resting back against Buck’s chest, Buck’s arms low around his waist in an attempt to avoid the worst of the bruising under his shirt, and Eddie…

Eddie can’t do anything but melt back into Buck’s heat, down into Buck’s arms. He hums when he feels careful fingers stroking lightly at the curve of his hip, the stretch of skin up to his ribs, still so gentle. Pressing no other claim but mine into skin still heat-soft and so, so damaged. He smiles, and lets himself sink.

[summonerscenarios]

How about a scenario where Wakan had a rough day and MC cuddles with him to blow off some steam?

First post lets start it off with something fluffy~! Been a hot second since I wrote something for Wakan so this was fun!

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Wakan’s never been the type to let things get him down for long, always charging headfirst towards the future confident that things will work themselves out for the best. It’s one of his most admirable qualities, though a part of you always worried that he was going to burn himself out if he didn’t ease up every now and again.

You’re usually able to hear him before he even comes through the door, usually hearing him calling out your name the moment he’s on your floor, or listening to him chattering with the neighbors after stopping to help them carry things up. The fact that he’s almost always beaming with energy only makes him more noticeable, especially thanks to the countless nights that he’s come home and immediately sought you out, quite literally sweeping you off of your feet and into his arms before you’ve even gotten to the door to greet him. So you’d like to think that you’ve gotten good at noticing when he’s home; today’s different.

The telltale jingle of keys undoing the front door catches your attention as you turn your head to the doorway, and not a moment later a familiar set of footfalls enters your apartment as you hear the door slide open. Wakan normally announces his presence when he comes home, but when you don’t hear his voice you grow concerned, moving to switch off the TV as you slip off of your bed and pad gingerly out into the hallway. 

Slinking towards the hall leading to the front door, you peek around the corner and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when you spot Wakan Tanka standing in the doorway, back turned to you as he closes the door with a soft click. Your relief is short lived however when he doesn’t budge, shoulders slouching with a sigh with his hands remaining pressed against the door. Whilst you can’t see his face, it’s clear to see that something’s got him down if the way his ears are drooped wasn’t enough of an indication. A beat passes in silence, and you’re preparing to approach him when Wakan suddenly straightens up, clapping his hands against his cheeks as though psyching himself up into a better mood before whirling around.

His mouth opens, the beginnings of your name tumbling from his lips before he finally notices you, now openly standing in the hallway. At the sight of you, Wakan seems momentarily stunned, but quickly composes himself and perks up, crossing the distance between you in a few short strides and bundling you up in his arms. His greeting is warm, and the embrace he wraps you in is firm and passionate, but you’re more focused on the earlier scene as you place your hands onto his arms, giving them a soft squeeze. Wakan pulls away just enough to see your face, and at the worry on your face, his head tilts in confusion.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

You make a non-committal noise, worrying the words before asking. “Wakan, is everything okay?”

“Okay...?” Mirroring your words, Wakan visibly falters. 

You can sense the hesitation - communication has always been a key part of your relationship, namely thanks to Wakan’s own upfrontness, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t go out of his way to avoid worrying you when things actually do bug him. So when he trails off, eyes momentarily flickering behind you as though searching for the perfect words to ease your concerns you huff and lean back, bringing your hands up to the sides of his face and cupping it between them. That gets him to focus back on you, and feeling him press into your palms with a soft sigh your expression softens, thumbs rubbing across his cheeks until he lets out that signature hum that tells you he's relaxing.

“Rough day?” you venture a guess. You know it’s probably more than that, but for now it’s a good start when he nods in response, letting his face come to rest completely in your hands.

“Yes.” he concedes, and for a second you watch his expression furrow - a telltale sign that he’s debating whether or not he should explain. 

Not wanting to push him, you offer him the softest smile you can muster and press a quick peck to the corner of his mouth. He makes a noise of pleasant surprise, but just as quickly tilts his head so that your lips are pressed directly against his - a short and sweet gesture. When you pull away he’s smiling again, but this one’s a little less troubled and that in itself is a relief. Your hands move from cupping his fact and Wakan fumbles to catch himself as you take his hand into your own, giving it a gentle tug.

“Come on,” you urge, coaxing him to follow you as you take a step backwards. “You must be exhausted - come cuddle for a bit.”

At the mention of cuddles Wakan doesn’t hesitate to follow you and soon enough you’re backtracking into your bedroom, guiding him along until he’s through the doorway and your legs knock against the bed; only then do you let go of his hand and turn to climb onto it. 

You kick back the covers as you shuffle back onto the bed, rolling onto your back and holding out your arms in a ‘come hither’ gesture hoping he’ll take the hint. Wakan beams and clambers onto the bed to join you, arms moving to circle around you as you pull him into your embrace. He fits effortlessly in your arms as he presses his face into your chest, and your touch is soft as you bring one hand to run through his hair as the other comes to drape across his shoulder blades. Deft fingers are quick to start massaging his scalp, and the pleased groan that he lets out as he sinks further into you has you chuckling. 

It isn’t long till his hair is all mussed up from your ministrations, but Wakan doesn’t seem to care in the slightest, letting his eyes close as he nuzzles up against your chest eagerly seeking out your warmth. Wakan’s open with affection, so it’s little surprise that at your attention he’s already relaxing, and you hum to yourself as you continue petting his head, being mindful of the horns languidly flickering in a bright green hue shining just a bit brighter than they were before. Once you’re sure he’s loosened up enough, you duck down to press a chaste kiss to the top of his head, moving down in quick succession to give his ears a few quick pecks in the process. They twitch the moment your lips touch them, and you giggle at the fuzzy feeling rubbing against your chin before you return to your original spot.

At the feeling of you pulling away, Wakan’s face peeks out from his previous position cuddling against your chest. He looks significantly more comfortable than he was before, and you find yourself smiling knowing that he’s at least a little happier now that he’s home. Wakan’s voice is soft as he says your name, and when you make a noise of acknowledgement he shuffles upwards, moving so that you’re face to face. Though he pauses for but a moment, he just as quickly dives in to press his lips to the corner of your mouth.

“Thank you.” he’s smiling as he moves away, resting his cheek against your chest watching your reaction.

“Don’t need to thank me,” you mutter, head tilting as you think for a moment before adding. “Buuuuut you can keep giving me more kisses~”

Wakan’s smile breaks out into a grin at your words, but doesn’t hesitate to lean back in as you hold him close, pressing him to your chest as he gives you another kiss.

[goldeaglefire1]

so uh

that post I made about OSFE heights is doing well

soooooo I'm going to give y'all some random thoughts on Terra! why Terra specifically? well firstly she's fun to play as, and secondly I ended up generating a lot of thoughts on her at one point for a one shot

more specifically I once attempted to write a OSFE oneshot to try and explain how a Terra pacifist route would work from a story perspective, because the logistics of why this utterly ruthless character would spare everyone and how Terrable is a separate entity in a Terra pacifist route were fascinating to me. buuuuut I never got close to finishing and uploading it before deciding "okay yeah this is way too ambitious honestly" so it's dead in the water

the ideas still bounce around in my head though so might as well get them out

note: the following is all just conjecture and headcanon based on what little lore the game gives us and also the concept documentation (this is where I got the heights from btw) so uh

yeah. also it's under a read more because this post is long as is

- You know that Yami spell you get in the Genocide routes? The one that is ultimately what lets you win against what is very clearly the most powerful being in the OSFE world? Yeah that hypothetical usage wouldn't be the first. For reasons unknown to the general populace, it ended up getting flung into a highly populated city...and whereas in the Genocide route the Yami spell pours all its energy into killing the nigh-unkillable Serif, it didn't have a target that could take that much power on its first use. As such, the result ended up being less of a single-target spell and moreso, uh. Magic death nuke. The ensuing devastation created the area we as players know as the Ruins...and Terra

- See, Terra was a perfectly normal civilian once. Nothing particularly noteworthy about her, just a woman with a well-paying office job. And then she got caught in the aftershock of the Yami spell. To be more specific, Terra was the closest one to the blast to have survived - but not without a few scars. Because for one moment, when she got caught in the aftermath, Terra saw. She saw the deadly and incomprehensible forces that powered the Yami spell. She saw them...and she knew they were hungry. To make matters worse, part of the Yami spell latched on to her, granting her incredible magical power, most notably her Terraform beam

- As you might expect, both of these factors caused Terra to snap. She forgot about her old life and it's mundanities, with who she was losing all meaning to her. All that mattered was what the calamity had made her: Terra, the Unbreakable. Terra, the Conquerer. Terra, Emissary of Death. As the apocalypse rolled around, Terra gathered the sparse few similarly effected by the Yami spell and inducted those similarly-minded (and a few who weren't by force) and became the leader of a fierce and crazed cult, turning into one of the main terrors to be feared by survivors and adventurers alike

- Then she heard about Eden, and in Terra's twisted mind, this little beacon of hope was a threat to her "rule" over the twisted land made by the apocalypse. As such, she set out to conquer the city and turn it into her stronghold...though, upon turning into Terrable in the other pacifist route, this motivation ended up turning into "wipe Eden off the map entirely." Why? Well...

- Terrable, in the context of every pacifist route save for her own, is the corruption of the Yami spell seeping further into her mind, twisting her even further and removing what little inhibitions she had left. See, Terra on her own is exactly what you'd expect from her lines in-game - cold, calculating, ruthless, and very prideful in her control and magical strength. And that last bit has led to Terra absolutely despising the very idea of being pitied. Which, to her, is getting healed after battle (much to her annoyance during the pacifist route), or being spared after being rightfully defeated. And, wouldn't you know it, the latter happens in every pacifist route save for hers! She's not really in a position to retaliate when it happens (one hp and all), so she just leaves without trouble, but the resulting anger and resentment the act causes is enough to give the lingering magic from the Yami spell an opening to get further in and turn her into its merciless agent

- Thankfully, beating Terrable is enough to snap her out of it, and even begin healing and returning back to her old self once she gets into Eden. Speaking of - that is actually fairly close to how a Terra pacifist route goes down! Going into that now...

- During her encounter with the first boss, when Terra has them at her mercy, something they do is enough to trigger a distant connection in the part of her mind buried by the insanity brought on by the Yami spell. And that is enough to get her to hesitate. Not quite realizing what's happening, Terra is able to come up with a reason to spare them, and does such, walking away (though probably planning on killing them later). Then, as her journey continues, more and more of her old self starts to come back, and she starts to lose her murderous urges and the need for dominance and control that once defined her. They don't go away entirely, though. Indeed, the part of her still under the influence of the Yami spell becomes more and more sickened by her continued displays of mercy, and eventually splits off from her entirely, along with a chunk of her magic, resulting in the Terrable that Terra fights at the end of her pacifist route

- Should the player elect to spare Terrable on the Terra pacifist route, Terra decides that she needs to owe up to her actions done while under the influence of the Yami spell, and accepts Terrable as part of her, absorbing Terrable into herself

[fractualized]

I tried to respond to this with a “read more” cut that didn’t work, but I made the mistake of adding some HTML editing, and I didn’t realize deleting the post to try again would DELETE THE MESSAGE? Super cool website. Luckily I still had the ask in another tab for a screenshot.

ANYWAY, I’ve only gotten a few asks, actually, but this is many in one! And this took me a while because when it comes to writing I don’t know when to shut up!

The first question is interesting for a Telltale game, because the player chooses what Bruce does, so the answer could easily be whatever YOU like about John that makes you want to treat him more like a person than a tool. Then again, the times when you can make choices are limited, as are the actual choices (see: no opportunity to contact John post lab attack), plus Bruce does have reactions you can’t control. So his character is whatever blend results from the writing and the player.

But we’re specifically talking about the shipping-friendly scenarios! So let’s forget the meta and just assume the player makes the non-jerkass choices with John. Points are in the order they occurred to me.

>>>>>

1) John’s “light outside of Arkham” speech comes to mind first of course. The first time I watched that monologue and the camera switched to Bruce, I realized he and I had the same expression. Interactions with John are largely off-beat, and what he says about the lights still is given that it’s centered around an asylum, but it’s also very earnest and honest. It’s a very humanizing moment that makes clear that John’s attachment to Harley is very real.

I recognize that that is jarley-centric, but a) I don’t subscribe to the idea that John is actually talking about Bruce in this scene and b) that said, I think it still extends to Bruce. John is expressing genuine attachment to a person he admires and seeks guidance from (and sees as attractive), after all. His vulnerability should only emphasize to Bruce the importance of taking him seriously.

2) John is very open with Bruce immediately, starting at Lucius’s funeral. When John talks about being “the new guy” on the outside, it’s very sympathetic, even if you think John is actively playing for that sympathy to get Bruce to help him. Both things can be true. (I imagine this is a tactic he used in Arkham.) Later you get the sense that if John tried to talk to Harley about wanting to retreat to the asylum, she’d probably make fun of him.

John is up front with Bruce constantly, and that can be difficult not to reciprocate at least to some degree.

3) Speaking of the funeral, I think the fact that John brings a card calls for the “thoughtful” option. It is the wrong kind of card, and you wouldn’t normally give one to nonfamily of the deceased at the funeral, and if you’re going to do it anyway I guess you should also bring one for the family, buuuuuuuuuut I can see Bruce appreciating that John tried. And you know what? Telltale wrote that scene with no option to tell John to wait to talk to you OUTSIDE, which is what anybody on earth would do when someone arrived uninvited to a funeral and one of the main facts you know about them is that they happily knifed a guy, so we’re left to assume that Bruce finds John THAT intriguing.

4) When John says he likes Batman, Bruce has this proud little look on his face. “Hell yeah, you think Batman is cool!” He seems too pleased to hear it to think of John as just a game piece.

Jumping back to the coffee date, Bruce also has that semi-sheepish proud little shrug when John tells him how well he’s doing impersonating Harley. Bruce is having more fun in that scene the longer it goes, and probably wishes it really was just a casual conversation with a friend.

5) And related to that, Bruce has multiple opportunities to advise John about Harley (and, really, about how to behave appropriately in general). I don’t think Bruce puts in that effort if he doesn’t feel for John, in how he’s new to… almost everything. Also, to Bruce, the chances of John ending up back in Arkham or in prison must be HIGH, yet he puts in that effort anyway.

6) Taking the time to train John to throw a batarang seems like a little much to keep a good contact happy. Why waste precious laptop hacking time if not because you want to do your little buddy another favor? Also, if you so choose, why GIVE HIM ONE OF YOUR WEAPONS? Just… you don’t do that for someone you don’t like, or for someone you don’t think could be reliable help in combat later.

7) We don’t see Bruce laugh that often in the game, but I think he thinks John is funny. No way Bruce reflects on the shadow puppet scene later and doesn’t at least crack a smile at the idea of Gordon having that mustache as a baby.

8) John saves Bruce’s life multiple times. There’s rescuing him from the Arkham attack in Season 1, and then there’s triggering the EMP generator before Bane decides to kill him, as well as saving his butt from either Freeze or Bane in the virus storage area depending if you threw Catwoman under the bus or not. (If you didn’t, maybe John doesn’t get Bruce out of the ice machine back at Old Five Points, but his attempt to stand up to Harley is a pretty big deal for him.)

John will also save Bruce at certain quick time events, like if Bruce doesn’t duck when you’re with the Pact in the incinerator. You gotta like someone who helps keep you alive.

>>>>>

I tried to stay pre-funhouse, because narratively, that seems like the point where “this person is my friend” should be locked in, whether you tell John you believe him or not. I’m sure I’m forgetting moments since I haven’t played in a while, but I’ve listed enough to demonstrate that the writers provide ample opportunity for a friendship to form.

When it comes to romantic love, though, I’m not sure there’s a definitive moment, especially given the situation Bruce is in. He knows he cares about John, but I think he might need downtime (relative downtime for Batman, so like quiet cave research time) to realize he feels something more. So maybe in the couple weeks before Vigilante Joker’s debut, Bruce realizes he’s not just worried about where John is with the virus, but he really misses his eccentric pal. Or maybe it takes longer and happens post game when he visits John in Arkham, and has time to reflect on what John said about wanting Bruce’s love, not to mention the brief but memorable experience of having John as a partner. (Instant combat coordination! What!)

Now if we’re talking Villain Joker, the whole “I did love you” speech at their final confrontation indicates that Bruce realized his feelings before that. (I mean, people can still interpret that line as nonromantic love, but… come on.) Which seems odd, given that John and Harley started running around offing people by the hundreds, buuuuut that just makes me think it was the fact that John ran off with Harley and abandoned any of Bruce’s influence that made Bruce realize sooner how attached he felt.

(And maybe also that John made out with Harley right in front of him. I know that scene upsets some people, but it just made me laugh. Every single thing John does in the villain scenario is to get under Bruce’s skin, so I just thought, “Are you trying to make him jealous?? dkjfalshgalgha”)

As for BPD, it certainly matches up with a lot of John’s behavior. Honestly, though, fleshing out John’s particular diagnoses is not something I’ve focused on. It was part of a whole load of research I did on mental health care overall, but I just sort of blend what I’ve retained with trying to keep John consistent with his game portrayal. I don’t have substantial experience with mental health care so my personal comfort with representing him as having anything specific is looowwwww.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

I know I haven’t updated in a few days......but I actually HAVE been playing a lot! It’s just that, well......I wasn’t emotionally in a good place, and didn’t feel up to making a post. Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious, and I’m healing.

But anyway, yeah, quite a bit has happened, and since it took place over multiple days, there are a few points to hit here, so.....cue the Read More

Deli and Bianca

My fourth and fifth villagers moved in, one after the other! As expected, they didn’t make as big of an impression as the adorable Margie did, but I do like them, and I already know what they’re like....well, kinda! Bianca is very cheery and full of energy! Also I love her color scheme, it kinda makes me think of a snow leopard or something like that. Deli goes to sleep early so I haven’t seen as much of him yet, but he talk about snacks a lot.

Apparently I have a good house

The HHA ranked my tiny little house an S!? This was.....kinda a shock. XD I don’t know if that’s really THAT impressive.....but, going by Splatoon logic, S is the highest rank, and I’m not sure if that’s true here as well....Nevertheless, I got a reward for it, some bronze decoration (which lets me know that there ARE steps above that), which I displayed in my house cuz....bragging rights? XD

Swindled!

So, like I said before, the museum expanded to add an art exhibit (which it really should’ve started with). This means that I got my first visit from this, er, friendly face-

-who invited me to visit his collection. It took me a bit to find his boat, which is kinda embarrassing.....but once I was there, I was initially very cautious. Going off of what he did in New Leaf, I knew not to trust him completely, buuuuut......at the same time, I really wanted to give Blathers some art, and I had no idea to tell the right from the wrong, if you know what I mean.....So, after mulling it over, I bought a statue. XD I knew it probably wasn’t the smartest choice, but I’m completely in the dark about most art pieces and was too lazy to look stuff up, so....I just hoped that either I was lucky, or his gimmick was different in this game that it was in New Leaf.

.......Weeeeeell, turns out that the statue was a total fake. WELP. I sure felt like an idiot after that! XD Yeeeeaaaah, I’m probably not gonna be throwing Bells at this guy all willy-nilly again after that. Eh, I deserve it. Shows me to ignore the obvious warning signs!

The wonders of coloring stuff

I’m now able to customize furniture, which I immediately put to good use! You’ll be seeing that in the next house update. Also, remember the shell lamp I was gonna give Margie? I customized it before giving it to her. I gave it a shiny pearl-like color. Cuz I just adore Margie so much already! I’ll try not to spoil her, but still.....you could say that I’ve taken a shine to her....C-cuz....lamp, shiny....moving on.

Gigajolt

Hazel, the funny lil sassmaster that she is, came up with a nickname for me......Gigajolt. I.....literally have no idea where it came from, it has nothing to do with my name......and I like it. I like it because it’s like Hazel herself - quirky, yet I can’t help but love it.

This flower doesn’t go here!

Remember my flowerbed? Well, after it rained, naturally, more flowers started growing around it. I anticipated this, and was prepared to relocate any new tulips to that the flowerbed will keep its....sh-shape......I’ve done this a few times, but....guess what happened yesterday? A different color tulip started growing! I thought that could only happen if two colors bred, but....no, all I had was red tulips! Just red! But this new one looks like it’s gonna be BLACK!? How did that happen? Well, after it grows, I’m certainly keeping some souvenirs.....O__O

Also, while I’m talking about flowers, I’ve planted another bed recently, this one fenced in, of red and while lilies (as an experiment), as well as planting some lilies outside of each villager’s house (cuz I wanna show them I care).

Striking gold

This one’s pretty simple - I found my first gold nugget, completely at random! I’ve been so used to hitting rocks everyday, collecting iron and clay.....and I was NOT expecting something new like that! I wonder how rare it is.....Maybe it’s really rare, or maybe it’s not and I’ve just been unlucky up till now. Either way, it was a pleasant surprise. XD Now to find out what it could be used for....

Plans for the future

I still haven’t found the time to plant my orchard, and I really should get on that! That should be my next big thing to do! ......If I don’t get distracted again, and it really seems like this game keeps throwing new objectives at me. XD For example, my newest problem is that my storage is full. Taking all the fruit out WILL help that, but not enough. This means that.....yup, I’m gonna have to expand my house soon. Not complaining, since I do have a lot of stuff. I REALLY like saving things for later, or even hanging on to things I’ll never use just because they were gifs. XD I’m.....sentimental like that, I guess.

[sinking-in-stars]

marching season woohoo!!

Hi! I wanted to provide a post for any newbies in marching band for band camp/marching season so here it is. 

1. HYDRATE

I know this is a given buuuuut this means the week before band camp you should try and drink plenty of water each day! I usually try to drink 64 ounces of water a day (2 Nalgene water bottles). Also, whenever you have lunch and/or dinner break, drink Gatorade or some sports drink to refuel your electrolytes! Don’t drink soda because that will actually dehydrate you. 

2. GO OUTSIDE/EXERCISE BEFORE CAMP

You want to get used to the sun and heat before camp starts so try going outside more often in the summer. You could walk your dog, run, bike, scooter/skateboard, have a picnic, go to the park, draw on the sidewalk with chalk, etc. You don’t want the heat to be a surprise to you. If you know you’re gonna hold a heavy instrument please workout a little before to make it easier on yourself. Yes there will still be pain but it will be so much better to push through that pain if you’ve already built some muscle. Also maybe go for a run sometime and try to control your breathing while doing so. 

3. SUNSCREEN

I don’t care if you never burn, put on sunscreen. Even if you never burn you still wanna block out the bad UV rays so please please please put on sunscreen cause sunburns at camp are the worst. If you do get a sunburn though, I found this awesome sunburn relief thing.  It’s called Solar Recovery and you can buy it on Amazon for about $15 but trust me it is so worth it. It’s a purple bottle and it can make your sunburn go away in a day or at least definitely reduce the majority of it. 

4. FOOD

okay so some upperclassmen are gonna be mad at me for saying this buuuuut please don’t drink milk before band camp. Don’t ask me why it happens cause idk but yes you will most likely throw up if you have milk/dairy before exercising. I don’t really eat a huge breakfast before I go but I at least have an energy/granola bar. For lunch I have some protein and some fruit but honestly if ur not about to go march again, eat whatever but not an overload of food lol.

5.UPPERCLASSMEN

oooooo so scary upperclassmen. Yes. They are scary, but they want the best for the band. There are nice upperclassmen so try to find them and be their friend cause odds are they love helping underclassmen. Do not try and argue with an upperclassmen please. Yes I know it can be frustrating but if it’s not an actual problem, just do what they say. If you do have an actual problem with someone, talk to a section leader or drum major. Also, respect the seniors and leaders of the band. You’re going through exactly what they went through when they were your age so you’ll gain respect as you get older you just have to be patient. My tips for freshmen, try not to talk that much unless you have questions, but learn from observing others! Just try and be kind and respectful to everyone :)

TRADITIONS

there are probably gonna be traditions at camp so please respect them. it means a lot to upperclassmen and alumni

6. HEAT AT CAMP

so yes the heat will be bad but you can’t change that. I’ve already given advice on how to prepare for that but it will still suck. First rule, try not to complain , it will only make the heat worse. Don’t ask for the time every 10 seconds cause then practice is only gonna drag on. If you feel like you’re gonna pass out or throw up PLEASE  tell someone. If it’s too late to tell someone just run to go sit down somewhere so you don’t pass out on concrete. Also, please don’t throw up in the block cause then people are gonna have to march through it and hate you. Remember these are worst case scenarios so you’ll most likely be okay but just in case. Also some people bring towels/frog toggs to wear around their necks to keep them cool. Hats? yes. Bucket hats? yes. Sunglasses? yes. WATER JUGS? YES.

7. WATER JUGS

Make sure you know which one is yours is all imma say. Jk but seriously know that. Anyways, if you wanna make sure your ice doesn’t melt as fast, freeze some water in a small tupperware container to put in your jug. Just pop the ice into the jug in the morning and then fill the rest of it up with water and then ur good. 

8. HAVE FUN

Even though it sucks to be outside in the awful heat, try to make it as fun as you can. You’re gonna be nervous and/or stressed from learning so many new things so try and relax a little. Talk to friendly upperclassmen and hear their stories from their first few years. Take pictures! Write in a journal maybe. Go out to lunch with friends! Go to the pool parties and section parties! Go to practice with a good attitude and it will go by so much faster. I’m gonna be that cheesy upperclassmen and say that high school goes by fast so enjoy the time you have. You’re gonna miss marching season when it’s over so make the best of it. 

9. CLOTHES

tank tops, t shirts, athletic shorts, tennis shoes ( not converse/ vans ), deodorant, hats, etc.

10. GAMES/COMPETITIONS/PARADE

ahhhh here’s the real fun. you’ll probably have a list of everything but please constantly check you have everything. HAVE FUN THESE ARE LITERALLY SO MUCH FUN. especially games, cheer and get into the games even if you don’t understand football. some extra stuff you’ll wanna bring to make your life easier-

chargers

headphones

easy to slide on shoes

first aide stuff

extra snacks/water

pillow

cards

scissors

tape

hairspray/bobbipins/hair ties for long hair

11. SOME RANDOM TIPS

one last time always means the last time

your plume is probably on backwards

you can always trust upperclassmen

you don’t have to watch the drum majors cause you’re probably in time and don’t have to check :)

water breaks are long

ok but seriously stretch

you’ll feel great physically during camp

i might add on later cause i probably forgot some things but i hope this helped!! anyone can add on if they want :) also if anyone has any question feel free to ask but also everyone has a different way band is run so i may not know but it never hurts to ask

[shadowsong26fic]

Coming Attractions!

Because it is, in fact, the first Monday of the month (although it feels much later, lol...)

Precipice:

I got a couple chapters out since my last Coming Attractions post! Buuuuut technically only one in the month of September, soooo ::shrug emoji?::

That being said, while I know I’ve made this claim before, I really do think that the next few chapters should go quicker--they’re a bit more plot-heavy; I already have a good chunk of two of the three (or four, depending on how I divide things up) written...

I feel kinda bad, that we’re probably not going to check in with Bail and Ahsoka for a good long while, because things in the Outer Rim are about to get Plotty. Including technically the conclusion of a thread that’s been running for the past three arcs or so, and introducing one that probably won’t pay off until arc...twelve, I think? Maybe a little earlier. When Boba Fett starts to become a Problem. As he does.

Yeah, the rest of this arc more or less concludes the intertrilogy ‘setting up the Rebellion’ phase of the story, as well as setting up a few key plot points for the Galactic Civil War/OT portion of the trilogy, which will start with Arc Eight and probably break off into its own fic.

(Almost definitely going to have an Arc 7.5, too, covering some things in the intervening six years that won’t quite make it into the main fic due to timing/focus/whatever issues, but I also don’t want to leave in Bonus Content, sooooo there it is.)

And on the subject of Bonus Content! There will be two Bonus Fics coming out in the near future, dealing with the three-year anniversary and hitting 200k on this fic. I am definitely still accepting prompts for those, so feel free to shoot me an ask or whatever!

Anyway, overall, I’m still significantly behind where I want to be, but I think I actually will finish Arc Seven by the end of the calendar year, and then start fresh with Arc Eight and/or Arc 7.5. (Which will be posted out of order and probably alongside arcs eight and nine, which happen in very close succession.)

Other Projects:

I put out a bit of the Epic Crossover RP of DOOM, as well as a teaser/snippet for our faces like a mirror (though probably teeeeechnically outside the bounds of the fic I’m planning to write on that title, still in the same vein/cycle/it’s about Bo-Katan), and a brief Anidala fic that could be the jumping-off point for an AU. I actually got quite a bit of origfic done, thanks to a challenge on rainbowfic! Always nice when that happens. ...I mean, I think I only wrote one moving-the-plot-along story, but there it is.

Still hoping to maybe get some Distaff/Auxiliaries/Devoted!verse/Valdemar AU/AU outlines/maybe some other fandom projects out at some point, but we shall see. I’m still leaning towards at some point maybe reworking For Sorrow Sung or actually getting The Other Battlestar in some kind of working order, plus reviving Serenissima.

...I should also do a Halloween fic, maybe? I was earlier poking at doing an Anidala Orpheus and Eurydice fic, but I’m not sure I could pull that off at this point...any suggestions?

NaNo plans:

I think I’m sticking with what I said last month, though of course that may change as we get closer...meaning, I’m gonna  shoot for 60k. 20-25k devoted to building up a Precipice backlog so I can post chapters more frequently than once a month, about the same devoted to our faces like a mirror, since I really would like to get that finished and possibly use it for next year’s Big Bang (unless I hit upon another idea and/or decide to flesh out Bail Unfucks the Timeline). And then use about 10k to decompress/work on other self-indulgent and/or vanity projects or original fiction.

[folerdetdufoler]

just because i miss seeing you talk about it and miss the verse, how did isak and even handle isak going abroad in mondays? i know it's discussed a little in the last chapter but not that much

oh god, yes, not that much because i know fuck-all about studying for pharmacology and studying in London so i saved myself some research time and just skipped it. buuuuut i don’t think you’re too hung up on those details so let’s see what happened.

isak waited until the very last minute to book a ticket. his excuse was that he needed to earn more points on his credit card but the real reason was because he didn’t want to go. the program was great, fully endorsed by marte and passing sana’s high standards, but it was in a country that didn’t have even, which is the only con he needed on a pro-con list to call the whole thing off.

obviously he didn’t, because he’s isak, but that’s what his heart was whining about. out loud. on a cold november evening when they were both at their respective desks in the office.

“you’re going to be one time zone away. we’ll cam after your classes.” even reassured him for the third time, not even bothering to turn around. isak stared up at the post-its on the wall and thought about all of the nice things he was going to miss while he was gone. he stood and pulled one down.

“can’t do this on cam.” he carried the neon blue square over to even and pressed it into even’s back, like a bully planting a KICK ME sign. isak leaned over even’s shoulder and planted a kiss at the corner of his mouth. even smiled into it.

“you make an excellent point. make it again.” even spun his chair around so they could kiss properly.

when they broke apart for a breath, even had a plan. “i’m just going to have to visit you then. every day.”

isak laughed and returned to his chair. they stayed facing each other, scooting in close and crossing their ankles together. “can we do something regular though, for real?”

even clicked his tongue. “of course. this isn’t going to be difficult just for you. i’m going to miss you so much.” he reached across the space between them to hold isak’s hand, run his thumb over his knuckles. “i don’t know if i was actually kidding about the every day thing.”

they talked some more, for real, and decided on once a month. it wouldn’t disrupt even’s schedule too much, or his availability for work, and once isak was knee-deep in class and research, he’d probably be distracted enough to survive between visits. and, of course, there was camming. he’d have a private, if small, room, and they’d be able to see each other every day no matter what.

even noticed the post-it note on his back when he leaned against his chair and heard the paper crinkle. he reached behind his shoulders to peel it off. he clicked his tongue again when he read it. “you should pack some of my post-its and make your own wall while you’re over there. whenever something nice happens you can write it down as a reminder. it’ll be good to have like, a visual of positive things and see how it grows.” even untangled himself from their twist of chairs and legs so he could return KISSING YOU to the wall.

“maybe,” isak muttered. the post-its had always been even’s thing. he didn’t want to steal it for himself, even if it might make him feel better about the whole experience. but it was also telling how bummed out he was that even was offering up his post-its. he whined again. “can you kiss me some more so i can memorize it?”

even gave him a faux-gasp as he approached. “you mean you hadn’t already done that?” isak didn’t have time to think of a clever retort before even’s mouth was back on his, his hands sliding up isak’s neck. it was easy to forgot those kisses when they made isak lose his mind. luckily even was happy to remind him.

isak bought his ticket and packed a giant duffel bag. he flew to london in early january. he called even as soon as he landed and stayed on the phone until he got to his dorm, which was actually a cozy room in a five-floor townhouse. he shared a bathroom with three other guys, and mingled with the rest of his housemates in the common rooms on the ground floor. it was a tight fit but there was privacy, and isak could cam with headphones unbothered. even made him set up his tiny desk next to the window for the best light, even though most of their sessions happened long after the sun had set.

during the first few days, while isak was just getting settled and before classes started, he was bored. he ran errands with his housemates when necessary but didn’t take much effort to leave the house. as he slowly unpacked he found the post-its that even had snuck into his bag before he’d left. isak wrote THANK YOU LOVE YOU on one and slapped it onto his own forehead, taking a selfie and sending that to even. isak appreciated the gesture, the reminder, but still wasn’t sure he wanted to start a wall of his own. he kept the post-its on his desk and used them for other reminders, like when he had to go buy milk or his assigned day to clean the bathroom or the country codes when he had to call outside the UK.

even was on a business trip during isak’s first weekend in london, and rather than join his housemates for an exploratory pub crawl around the city he stayed in and worked on his thesis. it was comforting work, because it reminded him of sitting at his desk at home, or at the counter at helene’s, where even was usually within arm’s reach. it was comforting, but also a bit torturous, letting himself pine for something that was months away.

isak wrote MISSING YOU on the top of the post-it stack. then he googled how many days until his return flight. then he had an idea.

he only had one window, so he had three viable walls to choose from. two had doors though, one for a closet, one to the hallway. this only left the wall that his bed was lined up against, but he figured that was fine. it would be within reach, the first thing he saw when he woke up and the last thing he’d see before bed. he started writing.

when even went online later that night, he gave isak a quick tour of his hotel room. isak gave even one in return, spinning his laptop around to show off how he spent the evening decorating.

“you made a wall! holy shit. that’s a lot of nice things.”

“um, not exactly.” isak unplugged his laptop and carried it closer, slowly running the camera over the cloud of notes hovering above his bed. even read them out loud.

“missing you. missing you. missing you. missing…. baby, are they all the same?”

when isak turned the laptop back around and settled it on his bed, sitting in front of it, he saw even pouting. “yup. that’s my wall.”

“i’m glad you’re using the post-its but that’s…kind of a bummer. and like, major serial killer vibes.” the pout turned into a good-natured cringe. “i’m afraid what your roommates will think if they see it.”

“i guess….” isak started laughing, finally realizing what the wall looked like to someone not head-over-heels in love with even. but it wasn’t enough to undo the hour of work he’d put into it, or deny the truth of it all. “no one except you is getting that close to my bed though, so maybe they won’t see it.”

“baby, i’m all the way in norway and it still looks pretty…intense.” even was sucking in air through his teeth as if he’d just witnessed a major red flag on a first date. except he was already engaged to this particular creep and couldn’t back out now.

“i’m using it like a calendar. there’s one note for every day i’m here. and every day i can throw one away.” to demonstrate isak reached over and plucked the nearest one to him. he brought it in front of the camera and crumpled it up, tossing it in the vague direction of his tiny bin. “that’s one less day i’m missing you, one day closer to kissing you.”

even sighed, leaning his head on his hand. “fuck. i’m really going to marry the most romantic creep in the world, aren’t i?”

“i’m like the world’s hottest serial killer.” they couldn’t kiss on cam, but they could still tease the hell out of each other.

“till death do us part.”

even laughed long and hard when he made his first visit and got to see the wall in person. it had fewer notes but was still an impressive burst of color taking up most of the space. he also got a small thrill when he was able to pick off a note and crumple it up himself during his trips. it was so much more satisfying than watching isak do it every night on camera, much like everything else they did on camera.

as small as the bed was, they made good use of it. one time even made the mistake of resting against the wall after a particularly strenuous session that had left them sweating, and when he peeled away from it several of the notes came with him, stuck to his back and damp with bliss. the MISSING YOU blurred and bled into blobs of nothing, which happened whenever even was in the same room as isak, so it was appropriate.

with each monthly visit and the surprise one in between, even and isak watched the post-its dwindle until only a few remained, until his wall looked less like a serial killer’s bedroom and more like a little love letter to a long-distance relationship. it was proof of what they had survived, together, apart. isak was proud when he was able to pull down the last note and crumple it up, but he stopped himself before he actually tossed the paper. he realized he wanted to keep it, a trophy from the semester, a token from the whole experience. he could put it on their wall at home, or he could keep it for himself, just tucked away in a drawer. it wasn’t necessarily a nice thing, missing even, but it was a reminder of something even better. to miss even was to love him. it was just a kiss with a little bit of distance.

isak missed even while he was in London and then isak kissed even when they reunited at the airport. there was only love in the space between.

[teaganpls]

sms: teagan taylor

@augustuswill.

Augustus: We might grew up on the different side of the world but we're still both just normal person like any other person. And yes, it was quite an experience having to be independent on a very young age. Haha I would definitely convince you to finish school! First time to hear that you want more polite people rather than rude. Augustus: That stung me a bit, I find myself normal and boring! So I guess you wouldn't want to hang around with me. :)) I hope I get to meet Tierney too! Augustus: Nice! Maybe you could make her drunk and let her dance weirdly on the middle of the street, video and post it online! A promo stunt before your new music release party! That was a joke, by the way! Don't make her drink! Augustus: Can you remind me of what's the asshole name is? I think I got to use calling him as a dick, asshole, that I forgot his real name. So you get my point why I'm furious of that guy huh? I'll tell her that. Alex had been so nice to everyone and doesn't deserve to be treated like that by your friend. Augustus: I can handle another more. Work and taking care of my sister is not so handful anymore. So, try me. Augustus: I am. I will sure will! Should I bring some coffee over?

Teag: That is definitely true. People are people, and we should all respect each other regardless of background. I get that. My siblings and I had to be independent at a young age, too. It was different circumstances. My mother was... kind of a trainwreck honestly, and didn't look after us (to say the least. It was a pretty abusive situation) so we had to learn really young to provide for ourselves. I would like to once I figure out what to go for. I'm a musician and I love making music with my whole heart and soul, but I just can't see myself going on a tour again and being away from my daughter for so long when most headlining tours could last anywhere from 6 months to a year. I respect people who are full-time musicians and have families because that balance is just crazy. Not to mention all the temptations on the road. It just isn't a good lifestyle for me. Which is basically my long ass way of saying I'm gonna need a new career which is why I opened the shop with my sister. I'd probably go back for Business that way if Tierney ever wants to tour (she has a business degree), she can knowing that I have everything under control.

Teag: Wait... people seriously want others to be rude to them? Wtf.

Teag: Aw I'm sorry!! Please don't take offense, my new buddy. If it makes ya feel any better, I need more normal and boring in my life. If you're close with Presley then I'd definitely say you're bound to meet Tierney soon. I'm biased bc she's my twin buuuuut she's pretty amazing

Teag: Hahaha don't worry, I won't. I actually just finished rehab myself 2 days ago... so drinking wouldn't be good for either one of us 🙊

Teag: Before I tell you, I just want to be clear right from the beginning that I don't want to be in the middle of any drama. I have enough going on in my life at the moment and as much as I understand why you're upset because cheating is a huge no-no, I don't want to be in the middle. I hope you can understand and respect that. No offense at all meant I just needed to say that sooner rather than later.

Teag: Wow, we're gonna be good friends already if you're offering to bring me coffee AND listen to my problems. it's a super long story. 

Teag: TL;DR i’m a “bitch” and outcasted too. so if alexis wants someone who can sort of understand, please send her my way. i need all the friends i can get lmao.

Teag: as i mentioned above, my mother (or as i like to call her, she who must not be named) was abusive. she had a lot of boyfriends throughout my childhood and they were all abusive as well. physically, sexually, verbally, mentally... you name it, it was there. she who must not be named was also heavily addicted to drugs and alcohol. So I grew up seeing that behavior... and started drinking when I was really young. I did drugs for the first time when I was 14. I loved it immediately and it was the perfect way to escape all of the torment that was going on at my house. at the same time, i had a childhood best friend dj who i met when i was five. he knew all about the abuse and his family opened their doors to me and my siblings. his parents were like the parents i always wanted but never had. i mention this because it comes up later dsjndjnfsdhbfdshsdj this is seriously such a long story I’m so sorry in advance

Teag: so i turn 18 and as i mentioned, i didn’t go to college. frankly i always thought i’d be dead in a ditch so i never like... planned a future for myself? the only thing i was good at was music so i followed that to los angeles. to make a long story as short as possible --- went to rehab, fell back into drugs, found out i was pregnant and went to rehab again to get sober for real. i was doing really really well up until about a month ago. everything in my life went to absolute hell all at once. i found out who my daughter’s father was and it was one of the friends from la, and at first things were perfect and i was really relieved (still am, don’t get me wrong) that her father was a close friend instead of a random hookup while high. but things with dj got really rocky out of jealousy it was a whole mess and as things were getting rocky with him, danny was really there for me buying me flowers and supporting me and it was just. a confusing mess. so dj breaks up with me after him and danny fight on the booze cruise (sure alex told ya all about that booze cruise) and then i found out from my best friend that she also had a confusing thing with baby daddy and there was another girl involved too.

Teag: god i swear i’m trying to make this as short as possible, i’m sorry, just so much fucking shit has happened and i haven’t talked about my side much bc i don’t want people in the middle. so i got into a huge fight with danny because i felt really blindsided and hurt by all of this, where i said shit i shouldn’t have said. i told him he needed to grow up and be the father our daughter deserved. i regret that, i do, i know he loves blake and would do anything for her but in the heat of the moment, i was just so hurt. he said some pretty nasty shit back that isn’t worth repeating bc i’m trying to not dwell on them. and then i found out that dj’s mom, lisa, who was like the mom i never had died and i just.... fucking lost it. i had a complete break down and relapsed. THIS LONG ASS STORY IS ALMOST OVER FUCK. so i did 2 weeks of inpatient rehab back home in dallas and then came back home and finished my rehab as outpatient to be back with blake, my daughter. the last thing danny said to me was never to contact him again so... naturally, i didn’t contact him when i came back because i was focusing on staying sober. god okay i feel so bad about how long this is getting, the short of it is danny and i have been fighting pretty much ever since i got home, even when i avoided him specifically to avoid fighting. i only see blake on weekends, everything is tense with my former friends bc of things that should’ve stayed between danny and i but didn’t, on top of all this i’m trying desperately to stay sober and still grieving. okay, that’s it.

[smores100]

your skam reactions are good and you should feel good!!! i made a post earlier that touched on one thing you said which is that if eliott and lucas had been texting since friday it all would’ve felt more meaningful bc they would’ve been actually establishing a connection. instead it’s just a jumbled mess. and the fact that these changes probably won’t wind up changing the next things that happen is so irritating to me. there should absolutely be a ripple effect but so far there just isn’t.

just went and read it and high five, ia! it just doesn’t make sense that they *wouldn’t* text??? they already have such a great connection, why aren’t they teasing each other in texts in the meantime? i can understand if the thought of facing lucas again might make eliott nervous, but surely texting is ok? at least with that you’d still have this connection b/w them going strong and growing even more. but also, i feel like there was no point to eliott not showing up other than to serve as a plot device to push lucas into chloe’s arms again, and i’m really wary of how that’s gonna play out. it’s becoming this pattern where: eliott and him flirt —> lucas ignores chloe —> eliott takes a step back —> lucas goes back to chloe. it’s….unnecessary?? and makes eliott’s behavior seem odd and makes lucas look really, really bad.

maybe i’m jumping the gun and there’s a point to all of this and if i just wait patiently this will all make perfect sense from a storytelling perspective. who knows, maybe lucas will confront eliott about this and eliott’s explanation will somehow allude to his mental illness, which lucas will ofc not understand, but we’ll be all ‘ohhhhh i seeee’ later. buuuuut for now, it just feels like they just want more drama and more angst, and that’s it. 🤷

(just so there’s more context to this, i’m c/p my tags from a different post:  #isak and even also had this ‘one step forward one step back’ relationship at first #but it’s happening more frequently with lucas and eliott #in both cases there was that first friday spent together - only to find out even/eliott have gfs #and in both cases there was the almost kiss - only to be turned down the following day bc even/eliott have prior plans #but here’s where things are different #after turning him down once even then invited isak to go with him to the halloween party and made plans to pregame together #plans he didn’t cancel but followed through! (with a couple of changes that were out of his control like the gfs being invited as well) #and not only that but he also texted him THREE times during that week - two stupid memes and once about the change in their pregame plans #and these are texts that happened OFFSCEEN #meanwhile in skamfr we haven’t gotten any offscreen texts b/w them #AND their relationship took an additional step backwards when eliott stood him up #it just feels….idk too much? like it’s becoming a pattern? #and assuming the locker room scene happens in this version too #then it’ll just keep on happening #idk how i feel about this)

[bigskydreaming]

So after my post about Posey as Kyle Rayner last week, I was in the mood to do this. (Casual super subtle reminder here that I’m open to commissions for a variety of photoshop art and design work, hit me up for specific details. Just don’t do RPF photomanips, only character-specific stuff - I know, huge shocker, lol, and I won’t do NSFW manips of actors unless its using screencaps of them in their actual role as the character you’re commissioning something for. JUST saying for clarity, not because I think I’m like....actually subtle and that anyone who follows me ever expected otherwise).

ANYWAY. So here’s a little something I whipped up as Posey as Kyle and part of why I feel he could capture Kyle’s character so well. The uh...badly photoshopped typography (look I ran out of steam lol, the Tyler/Kyle manip was actually pretty extensive), well I’m just saying that’s totally in character and something he’d write when annoyed that fending off a week long alien invasion can’t even get him a freaking break on rent, cuz of the whole secret identity thing. Although he’d also probably add a dig about how Flash’s city made him a whole museum just for stopping a couple bank robberies. 

But I decided against just putting him in the GL costume from the movie, because a) I thought that design sucked and b) its total 100% canon that the first time Kyle put on the ring and his clothes turned into the traditional GL costume, his immediate reaction was like yeah, no, this isn’t gonna work for me. Gross. And then he just made his own costume, the first GL to have a distinct look from the others. 

Of course, its ALSO canon that although Kyle’s a professional artist and illustrator and that’s literally his day job, that didn’t automatically make costume design something he excelled at. And the look he came up with was certainly distinctive, buuuuut one could argue it was more of a lateral move than an upgrade. Like srsly. The crab mask. Oh kyle baby no. 

So, I actually picture early-in-his-career live action Kyle Rayner putting together something like this. Very barebones, barely even superhero at all, because he’s the kinda guy who’s like “I mean, if the glowing green ring isn’t a dead giveaway, not sure how much any costume could help clue in anyone who still doesn’t get it from that. Look, I got black, I got green, I got white, that’s all the same colors as the other GL ‘uniforms’ and fuck you, this is comfy, and honestly who’s gonna make a big deal about me not showing up to work in uniform? My four foot tall alien Smurf boss who’s been wearing the same red pillowcase for sixty million years? Hey, if they’re not even paying me for this, why should I have to stick to the dress code?”

And that’s about the time he’d realize that Wally stopped listening to him a full minute ago and is five states away by now, and he’d just be like “ugh, this is why you suck, West,I should’ve never left the Titans, at least on that team PEOPLE KNOW HOW TO FINISH A CONVERSATION.” And then Superman would come up behind him and ask who he’s talking to, all politely confused, and then Kyle would melt into a puddle of fanboy goo because it took something like six saving-the-world-teamups before he could actually look Superman in the eye without blurting out something about how he had Superman bedsheets in high school and could he please have his autograph wait whoops I already asked you for one like a hundred times already huh, how embarrassing k gotta go die now bye.

Or something like that. Idk. ANYWAY. So yeah. Here you go. One version with a mask and one without, because honestly the mask was the worst part about the GL costume and I just don’t like it so boo.

LOLOL and just to be totally clear like, I have no idea if that’s a real paypal that somebody has, but if they do, I don’t know them, I literally just threw it in there on a whim.

[communionnimrod]

So like a lot of fun plot ideas, this came about through convos w @gooberfeesh.  This particular one came to us as we were laughing over how crazy fast Hermann types, mix with how skilled a programmer he is how OKAY YEAH he probably did some hacking in his day lets be real.

This also feels appropriate to finish and post with SDCC coming up, lmao (yay con exclusives).  Please enjoy Newt begging Hermann to hack a website for him!   <3 

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Convention exclusives sucked.  Newt hated them.  Or, well, he wanted to hate them, but damnit, he LOVED them.  He was not ashamed to admit that when he lived over in America he had done some ridiculous things and spent a stupid amount of money to get some sort of con-exclusive toy or comic.  He was a collector, he lived for this kind of shit.  

Obtaining exclusive stuff was more difficult when you were on a completely different continent than the convention, though.  Even more so when you didn’t have the ability to hop on a plane and fuck off for a few days to go get it.  Newt didn’t think the PPDC would appreciate him disappearing from the Shatterdome and temporarily abandoning his work for (what they would dismissively consider) a toy.

Even IF said “toy” was a limited edition Trespasser and Knifehead statue bundle, intricately sculpted, both of them standing at 17 inches tall and basically perfect.  Newt might have drooled on his keyboard when he saw their prototype reveal.

He definitely cried a little when he saw the news that an insanely limited amount of them were going to be released to buy online.

The only problem was that it really was an insanely limited amount - a whopping 200 would be available for online purchase.  Newt knew from experience how stressful and unpredictable this kind of thing was.  They were likely to go quick, super quick, with high chances of the website crashing or checkout carts freezing.  If Newt wasn’t able to get one bought, he’d be devastated.  He had to hatch a plan, use his big and awesome brain to figure out a way to guarantee he wouldn’t lose this challenge.  They were bound to be options.

The morning they were to become available, Newt was up unnecessarily early.  It was a lot like how he used to be on Christmas Day - bouncing into the living room at 5am while his father was still sound asleep and his uncle wouldn’t be over for hours still.  He was too excited to keep sleeping.  Too nervous.  But!  He tried keeping his nerves at bay the best he could, because he had a PLAN.

An hour before the website was supposed to update, Newt eyed his lab partner carefully, watching him clack away at his computer.  Then, grinning, he wheeled his chair across the lab, sitting backwards in it with his arms draped across the back, only stopping when he slid and bumped into Hermann’s chair.  The man sighed.

“Can I help you, Newton?” he asked, glancing over at Newt, peering at him over the rim of his old man glasses.  Newt loved when he did this, loved the way it showed off his gorgeous, long eyelashes. Buuuuut he needed to focus.  He could dwell on his practically out of control, inappropriate secret crush on the other man later.

“Yes, actually, you sure can,” he grinned, leaning forward and resting his chin on the back of his chair.  “My awesome lab partner, intellectual colleague, all around good guy.”

Hermann regarded him, his dark eyes slowly slanting with each new compliment that came spilling out of Newt’s mouth.  It was a suspicious gaze, one Newt was no stranger to, but he kept grinning anyway.

“What do you want?” Hermann asked, his voice flat.

“Amazing that you should ask, dear Herms!” Newt exclaimed dramatically.  He could hear Hermann growl and open his mouth, no doubt to protest the nickname he despised so much, but Newt didn’t give him the breathing room to start that old argument.  “I was gonna see if you could do me the coolest, most awesome favor in the world and put your out-of-this-world hacker skills to the test for me.”

Hermann stared at him.  Newt leaned forward and rested his chin on his arm, waiting.  Hermann continued to stare.  Newt started bouncing his leg.

“I am not going to hack anything for you,” Hermann finally said.  

“Come oooooon,” Newt groaned.  “Please??”

“Whatever prank you want to pull, I’ll have no part of it.  Absolutely not.”  Hermann turned back towards his monitor.

“Oh!  No, dude, no prank!” Newt started to explain, straightening and nudging the other man’s chair until he looked over again.  “I don’t want you to hack someone.  I just … maybe want you to slightly hack into a website for me so I can buy something before it officially releases?”

Hermann’s eyebrows lifted in disbelief.  Disbelief turned to annoyance, which turned to exasperation, before going flat again.  It was quite the facial journey, really.  One that Newt would totally have appreciated if they weren't on a time crunch.  His leg kept bouncing.

“Absolutely not.”

“Hermaaaaaaaaann-”

“What in the world is so crucial that you would have me do something like this??”

“UGH here, I’ll show you.

Pushing closer and turning in his chair, Newt commandeered Hermann’s computer, ignoring the protest from his lab partner and the way he pushed at his shoulder, trying to get him out of his personal space.  Intent on convincing Hermann to help him, Newt pulled up a web browser and went to the site in question, navigating through until he found the page for the bundle.  Then, beaming, he turned back towards Hermann.

“That.”

“.... kaiju toys,” Hermann mumbled, staring.  “Of course it’s kaiju toys.  Dear lord.”

“Kaiju statues, and yes,” Newt corrected.  “Look at them!  The attention to detail is incredible, it’s the closest a company has ever gotten to accurately replicating their bone structure and skin tone.  And there’s only gonna be, like, 200 of them available.  It’s super limited.  And I super need it.  It’s not like I’m trying to steal one, dude, I’m gonna pay for it, I just … want to be able to pay for it before the plebeians and resellers of the world also have the ability to buy it.”

There was silence for a few moments.  Newt glanced at the clock on Hermann’s computer nervously.  He bounced his leg some more.  Hermann took off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose and sighed, before putting them back on.

“I cannot believe you’re asking me to do something like this for you,” Hermann grumbled, shaking his head as he took his keyboard back into his possession.  He started typing, eyes on the screen, and Newt slowly started to grin, the previous anxiousness fading from his expression.  “Thinking that I should take my valuable time away from my breach prediction model to use PPDC-issued computer equipment, on a PPDC server - provided and funded by the United Nations - to illegally hack into a toy selling website so that you can purchase kaiju toys.”

Newt watched in amazement as Hermann worked, his slender fingers flying across the keyboards so fast it was almost inhuman.  How the man didn’t make a million typos, he would never understand.  He couldn’t keep the awe off his face, and for a moment he wondered how lovestruck he looked.  Thankfully Hermann was WAY preoccupied and Newt had time to compose himself.  That was a topic that didn’t need to see the light of day.

“I could have my credentials revoked,” Hermann continued, still huffing over the whole ordeal.  “Were I to get caught.”

“Yeah but you never get caught,” Newt sighed dreamily, watching the website coding on the screen, the back door that Hermann was slipping them in through to open up the cart just moments before the item went live.

“Indeed, which is lucky for us both I suppose,” Hermann replied, snorting.  Then, after a moment, he pushed his chair back, sliding away from his desk slightly.  “Here.  Make your purchase quickly, so I can close this.”

Newt was beaming as he slid in, plugging in the proper information and buying the combo.  Done and done.  It went through without a hitch, and moments later his phone was chiming with his email confirmation.  Oh my god, he’d gotten it.  He was gonna get those beautiful babies.  Unable to contain himself, he let out a whoop of joy as he moved back, letting Hermann come back in to close everything off and remove all trace that they were there.  Newt didn’t miss the soft, amused smile the man had on his face.  It made his heart skip.

Once he was done, Hermann removed his glasses again and turned to face Newt, arching an eyebrow.

“I believe this earns a week without you making some sarcastic remark about my wardrobe,” he said expectantly.

“Sure, no prob,” Newt agreed without even thinking about it.  Rolling in, he snatched Hermann’s hands, lifting them and blowing on the tips of his fingers.

“What are you-” Hermann practically screeched, moving to yank his hands back, his cheeks going slightly pink.

“Fastest guns in the Ol’ West,” Newt smirked.

“... Excuse me?” Hermann asked, his face still flush, clearly missing the reference.  Newt was too happy to care.

“Nothing, man,” he said, standing up and clapping a hand on Hermann’s shoulder.  “Thank you Hermann, seriously.  I owe you one.  Like, more than clothing comments.  I’ll buy you dinner the next free night we have, ‘kay?”

“Um … a-alright,” Hermann agreed softly, nodding.

“So, back to work!” Newt exclaimed, clapping and turning to walk off towards his side of the room.  He didn’t miss the way Hermann huffed again behind him.

“You could at least take your damn chair back with you…”

[cryathon]

easy girls

Hello Kylee!!

I’d be really glad if you posted this but it’s absolutely fine if you don’t want to because even I understand how horrendous my writing can be sometimes.

So.

You are probably very surprised by this submission but hear me out?

I have only recently joined the Holland and Peter Parker fandom, but I absolutely loved all the fan contributions- fan arts, hcs, fics. Like I’m absolutely sold. So I have been playing around with this idea for a long time now and having read quite a few fics, I have finally found the courage to write it out. However, I have yet to open a Tumblr account. (I’m literally hovering over people’s accounts and reading stuff and sending asks) And if I do open an account, I don’t think it’ll be anytime soon, so before this fic becomes ugly to me and I impulsively delete it like my others, I decided I should submit it and get someone to post it, and who knows, maybe I might get advice on how to improve my writing or some people might actually like it.  

Of course, this is absolutely not the best you’ve read and has room for improvement. Buuuuut, I am a non native English speaker and it’s been years since I last wrote something (last I had written an HP fic, which I also deleted. SMH.)  Please feel free to make any sort of editing/spelling corrections as well as add warnings I might have missed out (and a summary if you feel it’s necessary) before posting it.

                                                                      - easy girls -

        pairing: ahahaha

warnings: mention of blood. douchebag!Tom. douchebag!OC. sad (i think??). 

word count: <1k

author’s note: I’m ashamed of myself for having written Tom (and for treating Sam) this way. This was the result of having read so much angst. I’m also sorry if the writing sucked big time (sometimes I forget the word for absolutely simple things so don’t be surprised).

You had already crushed on him since he first graced the screens in the role of a beloved superhero. But on an occasion of a friend of a friend of a friend, you got the privilege to meet him face to face.

Now, with your eyes directly across his doe ones in the dimly lit cafe, you debunked the age-old debate about the existence of love at first sight, having experienced it first hand today.

Thomas Stanley Holland was the one for you, and every cell in your body knew it.

“Hello,” you shyly offered a hand. “I’m Y/N.”

His smile melted your heart.

***

You stumbled into the room in a drunken stupor, hand gripped onto the door knob to keep yourself from falling.

Tom had his hands snaked around the waist of another woman, again. This time, he didn’t even look up and continued to fervently make out with her. Someone that was not you.

You were no longer shocked, but the wound in your heart deepened.

“Tell me!” you shouted, grabbing Tom by the collar, making it so that Tom was no longer near that woman’s body.

“Why won’t you tell me?”

Tom simply sighed, rubbing his temples with his now free hands. The woman snorted and waltzed out of the room. “I’m sorry, I’ll be done with her tonight for sure. Call you later?” Tom called out after her.

“Whatever,” she had mumbled, carelessly, and your heart burned.

Oh the things that you could do to be in her place.

“Tell me,” you pleaded, your eyes watering, “Tell me why you won’t love me.”

He released an annoyed sigh.

You repeated again, your voice trembling.

“Tell me.”

Your hands had now been clutching onto Tom’s shirt, shaking him.

“Because I hate girls who throw themselves at me!” The words escaped his lips before he could even stop himself. He had been momentarily taken aback by how blunt his words were but quickly regained his indifferent composure.

He cleared his throat.

“Because I hate girls who throw themselves at me,” he repeated, calmly. “I hate- I hate easy girls. Girls like you.”

Your hands limply fell to your sides.

Your eyes widened but your vision become hazy. Your ears were ringing and your face had paled, having been drained out of all the blood.

You could no longer see Tom or his apartment, and the next thing you knew, you were walking on the road barefoot under the pouring rain.

You were not even crying- you’d knew if you were, because they left the oh so familiar trail of heat across your cheeks. Instead, your heels felt warm, as they had now been slashed red due to some uneven and unshaven rocks on the gravel.

You loved Tom shamelessly, and he broke you mercilessly.

You had left a faint bloody trail on your wake.

***

You had been visiting a photo exhibition after finally giving into your best friend’s numerous ploys to get you to live like a human again. You had continuously reassured her that you were no longer hurting, just numb, but she had still been adamant to get you your first doze of Vitamin D in months.

She had dressed you, washed and combed your hair, fed you, and was now pulling you around, bouncing from photos to photos. When she finally let go off of your hand and excused herself to greet a friend, you stayed rooted on your spot, in front of a photograph of a ship.

You had been staring at the photograph, not necessarily looking, when a nervous tap on your shoulder brought you back to Earth.

When you turned, you had your heart in your mouth, for in front of you, awkwardly stood someone who caused your numbness to fade and you to feel after so many months.

Tom’s brother.

He had mumbled something but you could barely hear.

Did Tom send him here?

No, that was ludicrous, and you almost slapped yourself for thinking like that.

Tom would never even bring your name up in front of his family, let alone send his brother to ask you to come back.

God, why were you even thinking this?

Ever so gently, desperation grabbed your heart with its dainty fingers and you let it silently dictate your features.

Maybe you could…

“I’m sorry, I was kind of lost. Did you say something?” you gave him an innocent smile.

“Uh nothing, it was just- I was- just- I had wanted to say hello,” he offered his hand again.

“I’m Sam.”

***

You were humming as you baked, trying to bury the guilt that had bubbled in your chest. Your cookies, freshly out of the oven, smelled delectable. Your best friend would have loved them if she were here.

Your phone, still on silent, buzzed with the 34th missed call, quickly followed by the 16th message of the day.

You caught sight of the text bubble as your screen lit up.

“Y/N, please, please just call me, okay? I know you will. I have be…”

Your cookies looked perfect but your mouth suddenly tasted bitter, and you dumped all your freshly baked cookies in the bin.

Another text appeared.

 “Please just tell me why you feel we shouldn’t be together. is it because of Tom? cuz if it is then I’m willi-…”

You started to violently bang the tray against the bin, ensuring that even the last of the crumbs fell.

Sam loved you earnestly and you broke him viciously. 

You gingerly lay the empty tray on the counter.

Oh well. You can always bake another batch.      

    P.S. I’m sorry it’s not memes.

——— Ok, just you came to the right place, I’m a sucker for angst and I LOVE to hate Douchebag!Tom ok?? Your English is fine,no spelling errors from what I can tell and your grammar is 👌👌👌. Annnyways, I think you should really start an account, and if you did, I would be the FIRST to follow. I need a second part, I’m eager to know what happens next. When you make a part two, PLEASE TAG ME. holy shit I love this so much, thank you for submitting this to me. I love you and please message me off anon so I can follow you tbh.

[shewasanamericangirl]

i just played the NDRV3 demo again (didn’t remember you can get a bonus from playing it...that is, playing it on the same system you’re getting the full game for) and i want to post my impressions of and predictions for the setting and characters and so on. it will both help satisfy my hype and distract me from this horrible cold i have. there’ll be a couple spoilers here from the previous games/anime, but the info about NDRV3 is all from the demo and official website.

the school, if you can call it that: okay, i’ve seen it called a prison and i’ve seen it called a school. fact is, it’s a ruin. the overgrown foliage gets me right in the aesthetic, damn. an aboveground ruin doesn’t seem like a great place to imprison anyone, though--you’d think it’s not that structurally sound. (opportunity for an unexpected death, maybe?) could it have been reinforced from the outside? i’m sure monokuma wouldn’t let all this take place somewhere the walls could be easily shattered by a few carefully aimed steel tennis balls from ryoma.

...oh my god. ryoma’s got balls of steel. i just realized that now.

the goddamn intro video: okay...so in the intro everyone has the same eerie fuchsia eyes as class 77-B in the OP for the later episodes of DR3 despair arc. on one hand, this series is too smart to do something like that coincidentally. on the other, this series is also too smart to recycle the same twist. it has to mean something, right? at this point the best i can say is “well, that’s probably gonna turn out to mean something” and move on.

kaede akamatsu: very cute. i like her musical hair clips. apparently she was made fun of for playing the piano from a young age, but why? it’s the most normal hobby ever. pretty cool if you’re good at it, too. (i...sadly...was not.) poor kaede just wants a peaceful and happy high school life with her friends, but i’ve played enough dongobongo to know that’s not where this is going.

K1-B0: excellent pun name which i really hope gets explained in the english version. my adorably awkward robot son. when i saw the first few character designs i thought he’d be the protagonist because, you know, the hair. i don’t want K1-B0 to die, though if he does, i’d prefer an execution over a murder just because i’d love to see the “robotic cinnamon roll” cliche averted more often. buuuuuut until proven otherwise, he probably is a cinnamon roll. his recording ability should come in very, very handy for providing evidence!

supreme dictator kokichi “i’m brother, LOL” oma: reminds me of todomatsu, because he manages to be both undeniably cute on the outside and utterly rotten on the inside. lay off my robot son, you little creep! in japanese he refers to kaede as “akamatsu-chan”; not sure if he’s acting cutesy or being inappropriately familiar. he’s a guaranteed red herring for as long as he’s still alive. i think he’s gonna get murdered. i’m going to enjoy this character despite him being a piece of shit. possibly homosexual; must remember to investigate further.

detective...wait...saihara? yeah, saihara: i want him to take his hat off already so we can see what his hair is like. what if *gasp* he has an ahoge, and it turns out he was the shadow protagonist all along??? anyway...his aptitude should be a big help in trials, and he’ll probably survive...for most of the game. i hope we don’t have to hear about his inferiority complex too often.

gonta “everybody’s bug encyclopedia” gokuhara: my other new son! he aspires to be a true gentleman, but he never wears any shoes! he’s the big strong one in this game’s cast, so odds are against him surviving chapter 4...they're not going to have a third character in this role die a heroic death, are they? i want to hear him talk excitedly about bugs, and i want to learn more about his wolf family too. love my boy gonta.

ryoma “i’ve got balls of steel” hoshi: okay, so...he was on death row...but then he was sent to this school instead? what? how does that happen?? he seems interesting! it’ll be hard to take him seriously when he’s got the same voice as gundam, though. i wonder if the fact that he’s killed before will ever make him a red herring, though there’s already three more likely red herrings from what i’ve seen.

??? rantaro amami: this guy’s capacity to stay cool under pressure and negotiate have got to be related to his SHSL talent. diplomat? politician? lawyer? hostage negotiator? he’s kinda cute...i have no idea what’s gonna happen with him. a murderer, perhaps?

gimp boy: *tabs back to official site* korekiyo shinguji. okay. that unfortunate mask is the first thing we all noticed about him and most likely the memento we’ll keep long after he’s dead. his questionable sense of morality makes him an obvious red herring, but it also gives me the sense he’s no murderer--i think he’d prefer to hang back and observe the chaos rather than actually kill someone himself, unless of course he has a burning desire to observe the beauty of a struggling, dying murder victim firsthand. very, very interesting guy. as morally ambiguous as komaeda, but sadly, not as good looking. probably gonna get murdered himself, and will find the experience ultimately beautiful. alternately, the most likely student to use the “feel free to eat anything you like” rule as an excuse to experiment with cannibalism.

himeno...himiko yumeno: *yawns* kinda gimmicky. i think her magic is in fact real, which would make it way funnier that she can only do magic tricks. probably gonna murder someone, because wouldn’t a magic show-themed execution be the best? perhaps she’d be able to pull out some genuine magic on the verge of death...only to get killed anyway.

tenko chisomething: damn i really thought she was gonna be cute up until she started being a dick to naegi in the demo. she surely has her reasons for being a sexist twat (to be revealed in free time #5) buuuuut i don’t think anything can make me like her. a possible red herring if a male student is murdered. will probably get murdered herself. i dare you, game: make me like her.

tsumugi: oh my gosh, she is cute. how i’d love to wear one of her creations! i love how kaede gets all bubbly over her. i’m expecting her to deliver on those promised anime/manga/video game references! no predictions yet for her...

tojo the ultimate maid-san: way too freaking cool. she got offered a job to take down a country? why couldn’t there be a maid this cool in fire emblem fates?? she’s so composed all the time, so i’d love to see what can genuinely ruffle her feathers. i’m guessing she’s a murderer. she probably has a katana concealed inside a broom like plum kitaki.

aja...augie...angie yonaga: clearly not the ultimate phlebotomist for a reason. just how much blood does she sacrifice on a regular basis? just where does it all go? okay, she’s gimmicky but cute. will probably live long enough to get on my nerves, but in the meantime, it’ll be fun hearing atua weigh in on things.

kaito: comes off as really smart in a really dumb way. i don’t know why he had to pass the astronaut exam before graduating high school so badly, but you gotta give him credit for succeeding. my instincts tell me he’s either a survivor or a murderer...but then, he probably wouldn’t be a murderer seeing as we’ve already had two executions involving rockets.

mako...maki: very, very cute. the first detailed character design we saw. up until meeting her in the demo, i was certain her talent would be something more action hero-y than child care. well, we know the core of her tragic backstory already. i hope she survives.

miu iruma: okay, she’s lewd. i can appreciate wanting to increase productivity when you’re sleeping. frankly, i’d love an invention that helps you breathe while asleep...though, actually, those already exist. maybe i’d go for the reading invention, then! i’d love to see her talent potentially come in handy. unfortunately i fear her dirty comments are going to achieve fukawa levels of annoyingness by the time she dies.

monokubs: oh look, merchandise opportunity! all they need is a purple one. i can get behind monokid’s fondness for going “hell yeah!” the demo lead me to believe monodam never talks, but he does in one of the trailers. so...who the hell built these things? not that i was all that satisfied by monokuma’s origins (aside from the fact that he is, in fact, made out of palm trees). i don’t think i’m ever going to give a crap about the monokubs...

i’d love to see if anyone else is making a post like this with their thoughts about NDRV3′s setting and characters! anyone who knows the story already, i hope you had a good laugh at how wrong i am.

[bronyinabottle]

FAME AND MISFORTUNE THOUGHTS

Welp, it's time to dive into a bit of controversy

This episode while I can't say it's the most controversial episode I still notice that there's a decent amount of uproar about it. And it's pretty easy to see why that is. It's an episode that lampoons the fanbase or at the very least a certain part of the fanbase. Depending who you are you could either find it entertaining and be able to laugh at ourselves in regards to just how meta this episode gets or you're offended personally and think the writers and hasbro just gave you the middle finger with this episode.

Personally, I'm in the former in that I enjoyed this episode though I do understand why some might not like some things in the episode. Cause some of the parts of the episode may have some unintentional implications that may make it seem they have a problem with the more older fans. So I'll get this out of the way first, the staff and Hasbro love us. The fact they made episodes like Slice of Life alone should be proof of that. This episode is essentially just a little bit of airing of grievances for certain parts of the fanbase that either have had less then unkind words for the writers or a somewhat unpopular opinion and/or strong on one side of a particularly fandom splitting issue.

Though I think to some degree every one of us fans have said something or at least withhold an opinion that probably would count as one of the petty complaints the fans in this episode say. I'm pretty sure I've probably said something that would probably come out as petty to others. I'm not going to say that everything I've said about this show whether it was a positive or negative opinion on an episode was entirely on a strong basis. Cause that'd be arrogant of me, but there are those who ARE kinda that arrogant about their opinions, and adding a few more groups of the fanbase that are similarly annoying, it's exactly what the episode intends to lampoon.

Changing subject a little, this episode seemed to be made by M.A. Larson. Albeit there's a little bit of a asterisk on that. Considering while yes the episode is credited solely to M.A. Larson. It sounds like the episode was an old script of Larson's that was written anytime after Season 4 but probably before Season 6. And over time it's been left collecting dust until the staff decided to bring it over to Season 7. Making some changes to it so it reflects the season. So it's a little confusing since we don't know exactly how much of Larson's script was kept and what was changed. So it could very well be true that the original version of this episode was written before Amending Fences. And if so that still kinda counts Amending Fences as M.A. Larson's final episode for the show. But nonetheless it got me hyped to know M.A. Larson was even a little bit behind this episode for certain. And at least in my eyes didn't disappoint.

But time to actually talk about the episode proper. Now the episode begins with two fillies fighting. I'll get a little more about them later towards the end. But it's very much related to when I mentioned there may be some unintentional implications about the message of this episode.

It's neat seeing the journal from Season 4 again. Season 4 still stands as my favorite season of the show and aside from one certain episode, I appreciate any callbacks to such.

Starlight has the ability to make perfect (And more clean for that matter) copies of books. But of course we also get the mention that the original use for it was to make copies of a manifesto that we can imagine was used for that village. So… some awkward dark stuff.

Annnnnd that hopscotch scene mentioned that certain episode I mentioned in the Season 4 thing… Admitedly, I was like "Noooo anything but that episode". But eh it's just another opportunity for me to laugh at myself regarding the subject of this episode heh heh.

The scene with the two ponies who dislike Rarity and later the anti-rarity fans (Even with signs and such) represent fans who like the show and even most of the main cast. But absolutely despise one of the 6 that they wish that they'd write them out of the show. I'm pretty sure there's a group of people in the fanbase that are like that for each of the Mane 6. And I've seen people who are like that to a particular character. Though an interesting tidbit about this scene is that apparently they mention something that happened in a comic. Which means this is the first time something from the comics were explicitly mentioned. Does that suddenly mean the comics are canon? Welllllll that's a bit of a muddied subject there. As certainly now we must see that particular issue (I believe it was mentioned to be issues #30 and #31) to be canon but then you have comics like the one where Sombra is reformed but in the show he's pretty much dead as a doornail. A reformed Sombra would be kinda an important thing to mention canonically, even if the reformation in said comic is actually seen as possibly the worst villain redemption in the franchise (And given how much this show has had some controversy about reformed villains that's saying a lot)

Pinkie's part is kinda a direct contrast to Rarity in it's a positive reception from the fans. But kinda misconstrued. It's kinda like Pinkie's a famous comedian, and she's been invited to a party but not to perform. Yet people going to said party expect the comedian to be doing funny stuff and wisecracks the whole time. So they watch them attentively and laugh at things they say even if it's not a joke because they think the person's there for entertainment. It could also be seen as what some people say about sitcoms of having the laughter at lines that aren't actually funny.

Rainbow's is pretty much the polar opposite of Rarity's where they adore a character where they're only interested in that character's episodes and/or those fans who'd guilt trip them saying "You wouldn't want to disappoint your fans would you?". Considering Parental Glidance, we know Rainbow's had enough blind devotion in her life and at least family would be more understanding and loving then fans.

And oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh that Fluttershy scene. I could swear I've seen the complaints about Fluttershy word. for. word. Saying all her lessons are the same, thinking they'd learn more then Fluttershy is, and even when Fluttershy does stand up for herself she's no longer the Fluttershy they like. The kind of hypocrisy that makes fans completely miss the point about Fluttershy's character. It takes more then one lesson to get over some of the anxieties and shyness Fluttershy had early on. And it's easy to see a clear difference between the Fluttershy of recent seasons compared to how she was earlier in the show. I'm pretty sure all fans of Fluttershy got this scene to heart for many reasons.

Meanwhile back at Rar- OH GEEZ the insanity of the face she had xD Been a little while since we've had a real crazy pony face.

The part where the press pony asks Twilight questions can be kinda considered Twilight's part in all of this and kinda represents on how real life celebrities get criticized when it seems unbelievable when other celebrities are friends with them because either they have opposite opinions on some issue (Usually politics, religion, or otherwise) or personality difference. And even when you post things that have actually happened some people might decry some things as if tt was a work of fiction. You can be friends with someone who disagrees with you on something, when both you and your friends are well-known enough that their thoughts on things are public knowledge and they happen to be the opposite of another it becomes difficult to understand for some people why they're friends when the public paparazzi don't put into account that there's more to a friendship then that.

And after a few more meta statements from the crowd including "Are AJ and Pinkie related or not" and "Twilight was better before she got wings" (Oh boy was that one said) we get the song of the episode. We're Not Flawless certainly isn't going to win any best song of the show awards but it certainly has a strong message and decently catchy. Each of the Mane 6 have their flaws and those same flaws aren't just what keeps them interesting it's what makes their friendship and interactions interesting too. They all have moments where we hoped they'd do something different or made a bad decision and it's fine to show how some feel by criticizing when an episode has something like that happen but when it comes to having it break the show for show or thinking it doesn't make any sense for the characters to be friends you start sounding less like a fan especially if you start forgetting that for every one of those there is also a good decision, awesome moment, or genuinely great interaction between the characters. Also the line "We're a work in progress" can also be something for how even after the characters have reached their new goals why they have more episodes for the Mane 6 because there's absolutely no way even after so many episodes this show has had we have reached all the potential stories we could share between a combination of the 6. Even with goals reached that just adds more things to potentially do. Eventually the show will end and probably even then there will be so many potential stories that the show wouldn't be able to get to. Even now the ponies are a work in progress that are constantly learning things and that's why the show is still generally focused on the Mane 6 even if as of recent there has been focus on some new characters like Starlight. Bringing in new characters also add some new situations to do with the Mane 6, but it was the Mane 6 that brought us into the show. And this show is going to end with them too.

Buuuuut even after the song it doesn't please the crowd. And that's the way with fanbases. It was an unappeasable part of the fanbase. Heck you could even say whatever controversy and drama comes out of this episode was predicted by the episode itself because the crowd might be saying the exact things that people who disliked this episode are saying. Basically proving the episode's point. (One thing I kind of wish would of happened though is having one fan who absolutely adores one of the Mane 6 to say "But I think you're flawless, (*insert whichever character they adore*)" as an alternate way of not getting the song's point)

And the ending where the two fillies from the start come back is what I mentioned about what some people might take the wrong way as the staff and Hasbro saying they prefer the children fans over the adult fans. Which I can kinda understand as an unintentional message. But there were kids amongst the annoying fans, and while maybe it would of been a little more fair to maybe have a few adult fans with the kids also there to say they were genuinely touched by the book. I don't think they're trashing all adult fans. As I said before, they love us, there is absolutely no doubt about that. One episode like this isn't going to erase all the support and pleasant moments between fans and members of the staff. Just sometimes there were interactions that WEREN"T so pleasant. And this episode is a bit of an airing of grievances of moments like that. It's an episode that's full of truth, and depending how you react to some fandom truths especially negative ones will be the main thing that decides if you can find a way to like the episode.

I for one know the fandom isn't perfect and many of the things in the episode I remember being said in the episode. Sometimes even word for word. And full knowledge that I've probably said something that could be seen as petty as some of the complaints in this episode. But I can look myself in the mirror and laugh at myself. This is an entertaining episode that lampoons certain parts of the fandom, absolutely the most meta episode of the show. And yet another good episode of Season 7. It's going to offend some and there's an understandable reason why. But there's certainly one thing no one can say about this episode: It lied.