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themermaidsdragon · 1 year ago

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Lestrange's Love...Good?

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Underage Drinking, Underage Sex, Consensual Underage Sex, Fluff and Smut, Romance, Yule Ball (Harry Potter), Food Kink, Rough Sex, Dom/sub, Rape, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Chapter 6: Is this what good feels like?

Summary:

Asadel finally opens up to Adelia about his dark past, and as usual Adelia is willing to stick by him no matter what.

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In this chapter of Adelia and Asadel, Asadel finally tells her what's been going on, but will Adelia actually be able to help him? Thanks for reading :)

Adelia didn’t even need to wake up this morning, as she was up all-night thinking about what Asadel was going to say. Oh my god!! How am I supposed to make it through all of school today, till tonight? I know he told me to come to the Dueling Room after his practice tonight, but I can’t wait that long! I mean, I know it’s because he probably wants us to be alone privately, but….ughhhhhh fine, I’ll just wait.

Adelia gets ready and goes to all of her classes. Of course, in her last classes with the time nearing closer, she doesn’t pay much attention with Asadel on her mind at all. Instead, she puts her jellybeans on the table and organizes them in rainbow color order.

“Adelia, are you paying attention?” Mr. Wells says standing directly in front of her.

“....yes….”

“.....you know you are failing my class, right?”

“......maybe…” Adelia says with her head slightly down.

“So maybe you should pay attention then?”

“......” Adelia slides the candy to him.

“......are you bribing me with candy?” Mr. Wells says squinting at her.

“....No…” Adelia says sliding the candy back to her.

“Pay attention Ms. Lovegood.” He says walking back to the front of the class.

Even though Adelia wanted to pay attention, she couldn’t, and as soon as her Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher dismissed the class, Adelia ran out faster than she ever had run before. She ran down the stairs to the Dueling Room and skidded to a stop and watched people leave the practice.

“Are you okay?” Laurel says, as he sees Adellia standing there with her hands on her knees and out of breath.

“Shut up. I don’t need to hear it. Don’t you have somewhere to be.” Adelia says with an attitude.

“Fine. Run out of breath then.” Laurel says as he continues to leave.

Laurel was a part of their friend group, but he always talked like he had a maniacal plan. He was a Malfoy and a slytherin too, so that said enough.

Everyone continued to leave the room and with Adelia out of breath she ended up sitting against the wall waiting.

“...Hey…sorry to make you wait long…” Asadel says looking down at her.

“Oh, hey…I…ummmm…nooooo I totally just got here.” Adelia says quickly standing up. “I was just tying my shoe.”

“......” Asadel looks at her confused.

“Okay, I was lying, I'm sorry.” Adelia says with her head down in shame.

“Come with me, inside here.” Asadel says, gesturing her inside to the Dueling Room.

Adelia went inside and Asadel shut the door behind them. She watched as he grabbed two wooden chairs off to the side and brought them over. They sat down together facing each other. Adelia's legs were up on the chair curled up into her chest, and Asadel was sitting laid back with his leg crossed over the other.

“......”

“So…um this is a little hard to try and explain.” Asadel says finally getting out some words.

“That’s okay, just do your best.” Adelia says, looking at him with a smile.

“Um…so I grew up with a family that didn’t treat each other like family….I learned that from watching others. Even the Malfoy’s have some sort of understanding of what family means…..Um my parents met in Hogwarts…my mother though forced my father into a

relationship, through nonconsensual means….due to her giving him a potion and then they conceived me, so I can’t feel emotion….So, when you don’t understand what I’m thinking or when I get confused by your reaction it’s because I can’t understand. So that affects me a lot. So, I’m sorry that you can’t understand me. “Asadel says, looking into Adelia’s eyes the whole time.

Adelia looked at Asadel, she was so happy he finally opened up to her… she finally felt like maybe she could help him. Adelia gets up from her chair and goes over to him, giving him a tight hug “Thank you…” she whispered in his ear, and he looked up at her confused as to why she would thank him, but decided not to question it and hugged her back…

Adelia sat in his lap and looked at him “Asadel… I want to say sorry for when I yelled at you. I just got so frustrated, I didn’t know how to help you and I got so frustrated because I… I just want to help you so badly and…” tears began to fill her eyes when Asadel pulled her in for a kiss, running his fingers through her long hair. Pulling away from the kiss he wiped away some of her tears with his thumb “I know Adelia…”

Adelia laughed a bit and as she cried more hugging his head forcing his head into her breasts “I-I am happy! I’m relieved! I…I’m…” Asadel interrupts her once more “You are smothering my face into your breasts” he said muffled and Adelia let go of his head “I-I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, and then blushed when she felt something hard pressing against her ass “O-oh I… do you want me to… do you want to”.

Asadel sighed and began to rub her hips for a bit before unbuttoning her shirt and pushing up her bra. He began to lick and nip her breasts leaving behind love bites and hickeys. Adelia let out a moan and began to grind her hips against his erection “A-Asadel… are you sure you want to?” she asked, they really did just have a heavy conversation… she wasn’t sure if he would really want to…

Asadel stopped sucking on one of her nipples and looked up at her raising a brow “Adelia, do you think I’d be doing this right now if I didn’t want to?” Adelia sighed and smiled a bit “You got me there.”

“No… I got you here…” he said and leaned down to gently bite her nipple causing Adelia to squeal and arch her back. Looking down at him she reached to feel for his zipper, grabbing her hand Asadel held her hand behind her back and then stood up with her. “Put your hands on the chair and bend over” Asadel ordered in a raspy voice.

Doing as told, Adelia felt him flip up her skirt and pull down her panties before assaulting her pussy with his tongue making Adelia’s knees shake and force a loud moan out of her “A-Asadel Fuck!” she cried out. Asadel groaned and swiftly pulled out his cock and began to stroke himself as he ate her out. Adelia's nails bit into the wood of the chair, he wasn’t just licking her clit… his tongue was inside her! Adelia could feel herself closer and closer to her climax “Asadel… I’m almost there!”.

Asadel pulled away, causing Adelia to groan in frustration. Asadel stood up and positioned himself at her entrance, thrusting inside Asadel let out a groan and gripped her hips tightly. Adelia met his thrusts, her body shaking and her core clenching around him tightly “Asadel I…I can’t take much more!” Adelia gasped feeling her orgasm coming closer again.

Asadel grunted in response, his brow furrowed in concentration as he slammed into her faster. Pulling her against him he squeezed her breast while kissing and sucking on her neck, he wanted her to cum first. Adelia clenched around him and squeezed the hand that was on her breast “Asadel!”. Feeling her climax, he soon pulled out and climaxed as well.

Both looked at each other for a second and put their clothes on properly. They were silent for a moment until Asadel spoke “Why… Did you… let me do this? Why stick around after I told you how I am, how confusing it will be to be with me” he asked. Adelia smiled up at him “because I care about you, and now what you are struggling with I can help you!” she said excitedly and Asadel looked confused “How?”

“I’ll help you identify your feelings! You know what anger feels like, so now we can work on other emotions! Like happiness!” she explained “For example, I felt really good while having sex! It felt good for me and that made me happy.”

Asadel nodded “I… wanted to have sex with you, I felt good having sex with you… and you…you are good…” he said slowly “so… I am feeling…good right now” he finally said, and Adelia nodded “Yeah! See? We can figure this out together!”. Asadel looked at Adelia and nodded “I think… that will be…good.

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outofcontextbonappetit · 4 years ago

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This will be the first of many posts answering asks I’ve gotten in regards to this debacle. I can only do like nine at a time so if you don’t see yours it’ll come soon

I want to say to everyone who sent updates to me thank you so much, it’s greatly appreciated, but I’m not going to post them just because I don’t really have anything to add. But it’s so appreciated thank you again❤️

And I’ll warn you some people asked my opinions on things and I’ve been reluctant to post about that just because I don’t super want to start debates but you asked, I’ll give you my two cents

Part One

Yeah I actually first found out because my friend texted me and she was like “guess you have to delete your whole acct now” and my stomach just dropped. The problem with trying to combat racism (not that you shouldn’t of course) is that so much of it is pervasive and you just have no. idea. until something like this happens

I guess it highlights the importance of like, communicating with your friends of color, your co-workers, asking about their experience and working together to try to fix it. How do you fight a problem you can’t see?

@millenniumistic Thank you so much for telling me about this, absolutely disgusting, I saw her story too and that show looked so good!! I included yours despite saying I wouldn’t include information ones because I just wanted to add like, how hollow and weak the “no one would be interested excuse is”

Like no one knew Brad Leone and you greenlit his weird (lovable but cmon weird) kombucha video and let him try to have a show you won’t even let Hawa try ONE episode to see how it goes?? We get it you’re racist

@sooptea I feel that sentiment, the bleeding heart part of me hopes that he’ll genuinely change as a person, but I think he put it best when he was like “I hope BA changes for the better but I’m not the person to lead that”

And from what it seems he was just a small cog to a much larger, gross machine anyway. I’m glad at the snappiness by which they’ve had meetings to address the issue and I just hope it starts to be fixed sooner rather than later

Thanks for your support of the boycott! And thanks for that first sentence, I’m glad to know that I at least helped some people to be aware of the problem who weren’t previously

Truly! I don’t have the image on hand, but it reminds me of that time someone commented “when is sohla getting her own show” and rapoport was like “working on it!” like bro you could’ve just said you planned on never, no one likes a liar

And this is maybe incorrect but it just feels to me like she has been so ready to help produce content during quarantine especially, like she did a bunch of It’s Alives and for nothing. Disgraceful

Thanks for this, I’m really grateful to have a platform to be able to do something about this, even if that’s just helping people get information

Absolutely nothing against Andy because I think he does great work, and I love that his show is about exploring cuisine that doesn’t get the spotlight in BA content (especially given recent revelations), but I think it’s fair to say that he’s white-passing

And I think it’s fair to guess that he probably wouldn’t have that opportunity if he wasn’t, with how BA has clearly demonstrated just how much they care about image over all else

Literally why didn’t Gaby get to do an episode of It’s Dead for April fools! The theme was literally show-swaps, that was literally a beloved iconic moment everyone remembers ughhhhhh

#asks #anonymous #millenniumistic #sooptea

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fabllama02 · 5 years ago

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That Superhero AU

Dagur the Deranged dives into Jackson’s path during the hazy dusk of a weekday. Jackson’s been patrolling for hours now; he suited up straight after school, webbing his backpack full of civvies and calculus homework to the underside of an apartment building’s AC unit before taking to the sky. He’s chasing a couple of thugs who’s held up a local 7/11 when Dagur makes a grab for him.

Jackson flips safely out of the way. Dagur cackles, and chases after him, mouth full of wet, pointed teeth.

“Get a hobby, you maniac!” Jackson calls over his shoulder. Dagur forces him to duck and roll to the left. Those thugs and their bundles of cash must be long gone by now.

“You’re my hobby,” Dagur says.

“Yeah?” Jackson yells back. “You want me to come with you to the craft store? Help you pick out some wool, some watercolors; maybe we could pick up a model airplane to build together-”

Dagur snags his arm. He’s intimidatingly larger than Jackson. His hand wraps entirely around Jack’s bone thin wrist, almost obscuring his entire hand beneath that meaty fist.

“Uh oh,” Jackson says, right before Dagur throws him through the air and into the side of a building. Cement cracks under the force. “Ow.”

Dagur chases it with a punch. Jackson back-flips out of the way, crouching low on the pavement. The street is bustling with people rushing home from work, all of them skittering backward with fright.

“Come on, Dagster, can’t we talk this out like the rational people we aren’t?” Jack offers.

Dagur rises back up on his feet and- yup, oh yeah, he is definitely stupidly taller than Jack. He’d be getting a complex if he wasn’t too busy dodging deadly, swiping hits and ignoring the screeching whine of his spider-sense.

Dagur bares his teeth. It’s not a smile. “I don’t want to talk, little Angel. I want to see what your insides look like.”

“Thank but my insides prefer to be on the inside-”

Dagur grabs Jackson again, nails digging into the soft skin of his throat, and bodily throws him. Jackson doesn’t just crack the side of a building; this time, with a hitch in his breath and a scream of his spider-sense, Jackson goes careening through the storefront window, glass shattering and customers inside shrieking, and then straight through the solid far wall. Jackson’s been thrown through walls before. It never stops being so painful, so disorienting, like a boulder has been smashes over his head.

“Ugh,” Jackson says. He lies in the nest of fractures cement and shards of glass and wonders if numb, tingling limbs is a blessing or a very, very bad sign. Probably the latter. “Ughhhhhh.”

“My boss is going to kill me!” The middle-aged manager in a polo shirt stands behind the broken wall. The glare he wears is anything but sympathetic. Geez, a guy can’t even get thrown through a window and a wall without upsetting someone in this city.

“My super-villains are going to kill me,” Jackson snipes back.

“Look what you’ve done,” hisses an older customer, tiny, glinting glass shards in her hair. She’s not hurt, though, thank god. “I just bough this shirt! Are you going to pay for it?”

Jackson hauls himself out of the Jack Frost shaped hole, stumbling over shaking feet. “When the deranged guy comes back, I’ll probably be paying for something. With my blood.” The manager and the customers go back to cursing him out. The sharp, accusatory bite to their words sounds vaguely venomous. “Are none of you concerned about the guy that was just chucked through a solid wall? And has a giant, murderous super-villain on his tail? No?”

“I should sue you for-” says the manager. He’s several inches taller than Jack and uses his height to bare down on him, arms crossed.

“Why is it that everyone who hates me is tall?” Jackson wonders. “You, Dagur’s ugly butt. And people wonder why short people all have tempers and complexes-”

“I like your height,” Dagur says, clambering into the broken electronics store. Looks like Jackson’s lunch break is over, then.

The manager and the other customers shriek and rush for the exits. The deranged man ignores them, all his attention focused keenly on Jack- hooray for him!- as he shifts, grins, continues, “You’re conveniently small. So easy to throw. To manipulate.”

“Well, hey,” Jackson says, “at least one of us appreciates my height.”

Dagur snatches Jackson’s hand; he’s too off kilter from being ditched through a store to dodge or shake him off but Dagur doesn’t throw him again. His fist tightens, and Jackson’s spider-sense drags a warning up his spine, and then he snaps Jackson’s fingers backward.

Jackson howls and throws himself backward. Dagur is too strong- Jackson dangles from his grip, four fingers of his left hand broken crookedly, panting against his mask.

“See?” Dagur remarks as Jack gasps through the pain. “So fragile and small.”

“Go jump into the Hudson,” Jackson says.

Dagur leans in, shark-like teeth brushing against the vulnerable, hidden curve of Jackson’s ear. “I’m going to kill you next week,” Dagur promises. It’s low, not a whisper, but a quiet exchange passed only between them. “You’re going to come to come, and I’m going to pull you apart until you’re gasping, and bleeding, and dead.”

“I would never go to you,“ Jackson spits. Dagur readjusts his hold on Jackson’s hand, and yanks again. His glove twists, and his skin burns- his wrists isn’t sprained, but it’s a near thing, accompanied by stinging, heated pain.

“You will,” Dagur says like the condescending asshole that he is. He drops Jackson, and the teenager skitters away from his hold.

“And if I don’t?”

“Well, then I guess I’ll just have to come to you. Do you think the news channel would be horrified by a man being ripped open on a public street, or do you think, in lieu of an obituary, they’ll publish an article blaming you for dirtying public property?” That smile- it’s going to crawl it’s way through Jack’s nightmares like the haunting, damning thing he knows it for. “I doubt anyone would even mourn.”

Jackson’s breath is hitched, his wrecked hand cradled to his heaving chest. Dagur laughs once more, a victorious sound, before taking off into the darkening city, leaving Jackson to the approaching sound of police sirens, the judging eyes of surrounding civilians, and a growing, cancerous dread.

The injury in his hands had vanished quickly, but Dagur’s promise stayed with Jackson. He tried to ignore it, but there was something unsettling about Dagur, more so than any bullies, or criminals, or even super-villains that Jackson faced before. The deranged man is a different breed of villain. He rattles Jackson; it doesn’t matter how hard Jackson tries to ignore it, the man always manages to crawl under his skin.

But, over a week later, when Jackson flips past Oswald Tower and his spider-sense blares to life, Jackson doesn’t think about Dagur. His senses direct him downward, into a hatched window on the lower floor. His hearing picks up begging, someone crying, and then a choked off scream- and Jackson’s running before he thinks about where he is.

Jackson just wants to help. It’s all he’s ever wanted to do.

It’s uncomfortable to search out a crime like this. His spider-sense naturally urges Jackson’s body away from danger. To rush against it like this, sprinting further into the winding hallways, having it build louder and louder in his head, makes him uneasy. It’s like the world’s worst game of hotter/colder. Jackson’s colors slowly melts into his surroundings; making him invisible.

It’s late, and Jackson thinks nothing of the hallways being almost entirely abandoned, only a few interns shrieking at the sudden sight of him crawling along their ceiling like something out of a horror movie. He shushes them and points towards the nearest exit that isn’t blocked. They nodded in thanks before rushing past him and he turns invisible once more.

His spider-sense takes him to a closed set of doors. Jackson crawls in the room through the vents. He found two men inside. One is knelt as though in prayer, drenched in blood and shaking visibly. The other- impeccably dressed, all sharp angles and too seeing eyes- smiles before looking up. At his direction. His grin only grows, his head cocks, and when he takes one testing step forward, Jackson’s spider-sense flinches up his neck like a panicked animal and his invisibility falls off.

“Always a surprise,” the man remarks. “Always exceeding my expectations of man’s ability for blind, foolhardy heroism.” The man’s visage flickers before it completely falls and reveals-

“Dagur.” Jackson says through gritted teeth.

“Permafrost!” The man on the ground tries to reach for Jackson. “Help-”

“Oh, shut up.” Dagur bends down and slams the man’s bleeding head into the floor. Jackson’s spider-sense is a haunting, distracting thing, urging him to run.

“Get away from him,” Jackson says.

The deranged man looks down at the slumped, unmoving man. “Whatever you say, little Angel,” he says, taking a pointed step away, towards Jackson. “He’s just a scientist that out grew his usefulness, anyway.”

“I’m more heroic each time; you’re more vague and creepy each time. We’re a match made in heaven.” Jackson doesn’t leave. He knows Dagur would only take it out on the helpless man on the floor. From the glint of teeth, Jackson guesses Dagur is well aware of the responsibility Jackson has to the unconscious man, too.

“I didn’t even have to enact the second part of my plan. You came straight to me, sought me out through the twisting burrows of my Tower. A dog returning to his master.”

“That’s not very nice,” Jackson says through the building fear. “And after all the effort I made to come visit you…”

The deranged man wearing Oswald’s skin smiles. The click of the reinforced door behind him and the spray of gas shouldn’t come as a surprise, but it does. The villain straps a gas mask over his smile.

Jackson rushes Dagur. He doesn’t make it to the man before chocking on his breath and collapsing into a pile of weak, useless limbs. Jackson passes out there, goes lax in the bowels of Oswald Tower, spread out at Dagur’s feet.

Jackson comes to with a weight against his throat and heavy limbs. His legs feel like they’ve been dipped in tar, a sticky, moving wetness on his legs and arms. His spider-sense is still with him, screaming incoherently at the base of Jackson’s skull. It gives a rough indicator for just how screwed exactly Jackson is.

He tugs against the wet slime. It shifts, pins him down. He tries again, but the thing doesn’t move and his palm is clenched firmly closed inside it so he can’t frost his way out of this either. It’s like being held down by chains made of molasses.

“Sssssstay,” the Venom-like thing gurgles. His spider-sense shudders down his spine at the sound. Of course, this is why his senses had freaked out; not only was someone in trouble, but a symbiote is involved. They always set Jackson’s spider-sense off, too loud, almost painfully so.

And whatever Dagur’s planning must have been a factor, too. Maybe his spider-sense wasn’t hightlighting the pain the scientist was suffering. Maybe it had sniffed out Dagur’s plan and lit up like a Christmas tree in fright.

“You walked into this one, Jack,” Jackson croaks around the dryness in his throat (how long was he out?). “You idiot.”

“With an IQ so high, you’d think you’d see a trap before you walked blindly into it.” Jackson’s head tips against the tiles to see Dagur, stood above the lain out teenager, looming like a skyscraper over pedestrians. “Hello, Jackson.”

Jackson freezes. Splutters, “I’m- I’m not-”

Dagur holds up his red mask. Jackson realizes, stomach dropping, that his face is bare.

“I’ve known for a while, Jackson,” Dagur says. “A long while.”

“You weren’t good for this city. You’re good for me.”

“Yeah, well,” Jackson says around his panic, “you’re not very good for me. I want to take this relationship back to the shop and get a full refund. The receipt is still in my other tights-”

“Your incessant babbling isn’t as sharp when you’re this panicked. And here I thought you’d be slinging clever puns until the sun burnt out.” Dagur crouches down next to Jackson’s pinned form, grin as slippery as the symbiote holding Jackson in place. He thumbs at a square piece of metal held in one hand. “Maybe I can make you shut up for once. Let’s see, shall we?”

Jackson opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, the weight around his throat tightens, buts off his air and his words, before it pulses electric shocks down his nerves. This is different from the familiar sting of the police’s tazer shots aimed at him- this burns. It scorches. Jackson doesn’t have enough air to scream.

Jackson feels floaty. Distant. When he come back to himself, his chest is heaving. Fingers card through his sweat damp hair.

“You shouldn’t wear that mask,” Dagur admonishes. “It’s too nice, seeing your face. Do you have any idea what you look like when I do this?” He presses at the remote and Jackson is lost beneath another wave of encompassing, red hot pain.

“Bet- bet I still don’t look as ugly as you,” Jackson pants when the sensation ebbs. Dagur’s right- his jokes aren’t as good.

Dagur ignores that. “I’ll tell you; you’re pale. Your eyes roll back in your head, leaving only bloodshot white, and your mouth slips open.” The fingers drift from his hair to trace Jackson’s cracked lips, pressing in. Jackson tastes his fingers on his tongue. He tries to bite him, but Dagur retracts his hand too quickly. “Your whole body convulses…”

“If that hand drifts any lower, Dagur, I really will bite it off.”

Dagur laughs and plucks his hand from Jackson’s clavicle. “You’re lovely, like this.”

“Gross,” Jackson says. “You’re so, so-”

Dagur presses down on the remote. Jackson throws his head back with all his strength. His cranium bangs loudly against the hard floor. But he barely notices the tingling pain or the blood pooling there. He won’t notice the concussion until later.

It continues like that. Dagur leans in, brushes his fingertips over Jackson’s panting, sweating face, looming over the wreck of a teenager and grinning like he wants to devour him whole. The remote is twisted, the collar tightens in warning and then-

Jackson tries fighting, but he feels like he’s underwater. The symbiote holds him down. So, too, does the shocking, sporadic pain and the piercing weight of Dagur’s eyes.

“I made you this way,” Dagur whispers as Jackson gasps for air, shaking violently under the billionaire’s hand. “I made you what you are. I own the spider serum, I own you; my collar belongs around your throat.” The symbiote gurgles. It moves, crawls like a seaworm, like it’s fidgeting. Dagur laughs at the sight, “Your brother is jealous of my affection, Jack, you should be grateful.”

It’s not Dagur’s sugary words that make the half-formed symbiote anxious. It’s the collar. Each flick o Dagur’s thumb on the trigger makes the symbiote skitter along Jackson. He didn’t pick it up in the beginning, too blinded by the waves of pain that swept over him, but after a while, after even Dagur has grown impatient with this method of torture, Jackson is numb enough to recognize the symbiote’s fear. It stays away from where his nerves are the thickest- his feet, his fingertips, the inner curve of his thighs (places that, unfortunately, Dagur is not afraid of touching).

Jackson remembers; Venom had been frightened of pulsing waves of sound, like Church bells. Electricity- this one doesn’t like electricity.

Jackson upper body surges like he’s going to attack Dagur, and the villain reacts instinctively, thumbs slamming down on the collar’s remote trigger. It tightens in warning, leaving him breathless, and Jackson twists on his side. Rather than going lax, surrendering to the inevitable rush of pain, he curls and presses his lips to the writhing, black mass pinning down his arms. When the bundles of nerves beneath his skin flood with electricity, the symbiote screams with Jackson.

It’s just enough. The symbiote flinches off of him and Jack rolls, shuddering with the aftershocks, and punches the shock off of Dagur’s face. As the two monsters recover, Jackson skitters across the lab floor. His free hand reaches up and freezes the collar before crushing it. The bulky metal cracks and energy crackles inside the ice but didn’t fully reach Jackson. It hurts, burns like spitting oil, but it’s nothing like before.

Dagur roars behind his teeth, one hand pressed against his broken nose, spurting blood against his fingers. Jackson smiles victoriously, feeling a little feral.

Take that, Dagster. Jack, 1. Dagur…probably more than 1, come to think of it-

The symbiote is still squirming, but makes no move towards Jackson, skittering away from it’s master’s hands.

I kissed the symbiote, Jack thinks, staring at it. I kissed Venom’s less developed cousin.

And Dagur, Dagur- his eyes are dark and wild. He runs at Jackson and he sees a flash of metal, a loud warning from his spider-sense, before the much taller man barrels into him.

They tumble to the ground, Jackson beneath Dagur. He’s burnt out and exhausted, his collar still spitting toned-down shocks of electricity through his fried nerves at random intervals. Dagur’s teeth are red. His blood drips from his nose and wets Jackson’s maskless face.

He hasn’t don his villain’s suit yet, but he’s still the very picture of Jackson’s nightmares.

Dagur’s elbow digs into Jackson’s chest. It hurts. It pins him. Jackson makes a grab for it, but his spider-sense screams, and Dagur shoves a knife between Jackson’s ribs.

“There it is,” Dagur pants, his blood splashing onto Jackson’s wet cheeks. Some of it gets into the teenager’s open, screaming mouth. It doesn’t taste coppery; all Jackson can taste is pain. “That open, lovely expression. I don’t even need this.” He fiddles with the collar, but snatches his hand back when it splutters and chocks both him and Jackson.

Jackson grapples with Dagur, knife still embedded in his side. Dagur blocks easily enough. Jackson’s strong, but clumsy with pain. The deranged man is still not wearing his gears, but coherent and running on the high of victory.

Dagur grabs his hand and twists. Jackson feels something crack, and Dagur drinks in Jackson’s scrunched expression and breathy cry of pain.

“This wasn’t the type of father-son bonding I was picturing,” Jackson says through his teeth, because he has to, because the other opinion is to scream or cry, giving Dagur what he wants. “I thought- I thought we were going to go fishing, maybe watch some baseball, play catch out the front-”

Dagur punches him across the face, fist closed. Jackson knows how to take a punch.

“You need to watch more American family films, dude, because this? This is not how adults interact with teenagers. There’s a severe lack of baseball mitts and nicknames like ‘sport’ and ‘sonny’-” Dagur hits him again, harder. His lip splits open, and Jack swallows a mouthful of blood and spit. He slants a glare up at his villain. “You’re kind of an asshole, I ever tell you that, Dag-fart? Ha- oh my god, Dag-fart the Deranged, that’s my new name for-!”

Broad hands wrap around Jackson’s neck, ignoring the metal collar and squeezing. Jackson squirms against the chokehold, he tugs at Dagur’s hands and promptly spread frosts along his forearms but strangely enough, he didn’t budge. Even as skin seems to darken in blue at the beginning of a frostbite, Dagur’s sharp-nailed fingers dig into the soft column of his throat. He splutters up at Dagur’s face- purpled in rage, eyes wild, grin as manic as ever- and tries to form words.

“I prefer you quiet,” Dagur tells him. His grip tightens. Jackson’s fingers scramble at the tiles, at Dagur’s hands, desperate for air. “Ah, I think I like this face even more than the last one. You’re so beautiful, desperate. Dying under my hands…”

Dag-fart, Jackson thinks through the airless haze. Dag-fart.

Dagur relaxes his grip enough for Jackson to take in rattling, shallow gasps. His lungs burn. Dagur’s hands go soft, his spread fingers rubbing circles along Jackson’s shaking throat. This deceptive gentleness is sickening.

Their faces are inches apart. Less than. They’re breathing in each other’s air, and Dagur can feel the violent trembling of Jackson’s body, can feel how warm the blood beginning to seep from his stab wound is. That, after everything that has happened today, is what pushes Jackson over the edge.

His legs snap out and he kicks Dagur off of him with all the strength of a bucking, enraged horse. The billionaire’s ribs crack with the force. Jackson yanks the knife out. He resists the urge to curl around the injury or spend any more precious seconds tearing at the collar that keeps spitting electricity. With adrenaline thrumming through his blood, he clambers up and makes for the door. Dagur is still curled on the floor on the other side of the room. The symbiote lays still, as harmless as spilled out, spoiled milk.

Jackson hastily activates his invisibility and limps out of the door and down the long, dark corridors as fast as he can with a bleeding side and a malfunctioning collar.

Dagur isn’t down for long; Jackson can hear the man’s chocked off shouts of rage through the walls. He limps faster, puffing little breathy gasps with each jarring step.

His torso feels soaked through with the blood even as he iced his bleeding side. Wall crawling may be faster and give him the rare higher ground on his too-tall enemy, but it’d paint a path to Jackson. Dagur would just have to follow the dripping, bloodied handprints along the wall to find him.

No. Walk-limping would have to do.

“JACKSON!” He hears the shout muffled through the wall. Dag-fart sounds pained. Good.

Jackson’s been hurt as Jack Frost before. Concussions, jarred fingers and sprained ankles, bullet wounds to the thigh, even a stab wound or two. But there’s something different about this- something that’s visceral and real. Too raw, too much. This, limping through evacuated, empty halls, nerves burnt out and a head wound beginning to make itself known, a concussion pressing nauseous into his throat and blurring the edges of his vision, frostbite beginning to take place on his badly bleeding side, the echo of Dagur’s manic voice ringing through the walls-

It’s too much. Jackson clenches his mouth shut, teeth trapping any noise he might make, and breathes raggedly through his nose. He won’t succumb to the jagged whimpers he can feel in his throat, won’t cry, won’t let panic attack pressing against his ribs take him down.

He has to get out of here.

Dagur is a distinct point; Jackson can just hear his rough pants and the slick-slide sound of his button down and slacks against the villain gears he wears as Dagur the Deranged. Jackson just has to… stay out of his grasp. And find help.

An adult, his mother would say often, driven by worry that her tiny, fresh in his teens, son would think he had to deal with anything awful by himself. She knew he was too selfless. Too stupid to draw attention to his problems. You tell an adult if something bad happens, okay? Promise me, Jackson.

Jackson, tiny and trusting and sick of these too familiar lectures, had nodded his promise. Had sworn it.

Jackson hates the idea that he’s not enough as he is. He hates being told he’s too weak or not capable or should be protected cause he’s 15 years old and still impatiently waiting for a growth spurt. He’s a superhero. His fists are small, but they pack a mighty punch.

But even stupid, stubborn Jackson has to admit that he’s in a bad position here. Fingers clenched tight to his iced stab wound, Jackson relents; his mother was right.

Jackson needs an adult.

He finds the phone in an empty lab a few levels down. Dagur had taken him to the basement levels, floors hidden beneath the concrete ground of the city, buried in the soil. The man assumed that, after escaping, Jackson would’ve limped up. Tried to find his way out into the sunlight.

But Jackson’s seen enough animal documentaries. He knows about the feral, sharp toothed predators that wounded their prey and then stalk it down, waiting for it to slow, to eventually succumb to their injuries, before capturing and devouring it. He’s not going to crawl and get inches from safety, only to have Dagur snatch him back up.

So Jackson winds his way down to even lower levels. It buys him time.

The scientists usually manning these labs must have been told to abandon them in a hurry. Bags are still left at workstations. There’s no one here to stop him from rifling through their belongings until he finds a phone without a passcode to crack.

With shaking, wet fingers, Jackson dials the closest hero. The one that had- after snapping at him for going out, young and untrained- reluctantly handed over a phone number. Not a name, not an address; a phone number. For emergencies.

It’s one of the few numbers Jackson has memorized, outside of his mother, and his little sister, and a few other dozen friends, and-

“This is Matt Murdock’s phone!”

“Um,” Jackson says. The voice doesn’t sound like Daredevil; it’s too chirpy. “I’m looking for Daredevil…?”

The man on the other end of the line sighs. “Of course you are.”

“Is this the wrong number? Are you, like, his secretary?”

“Sometimes I feel like it.” Jackson has no idea what that means. “How did you get this number?”

“Daredevil gave it to me. We’re…we’re colleagues.”

“Winkwink, nudgenudge colleagues?”

Jackson stares blankly at the lab wall. He’s starting to feel floaty again. Out of body. Like nothing, not even a phone in his hands, not even the warm voice in his ear, is quite real. “I’m a superhero, I’m not sleeping with him or anything. That’s gross.”

“No, no, I got that-” Something shifts in the background. The man murmurs gently, urging someone back to sleep. When he returns, he asks, hushed, “What do you want? Daredevil isn’t available tonight.”

“He needs to be available,” Jackson says through his haze, heart thumping like a frightened animal. His collar shocks him every ten minutes or so, sending out a weak, painful pulse of electricity that makes him jump and lose his train of thought. “I-I need his help. I’m in tr-”

“Foggy?” Someone in the background says, words badly slurred. “Who’s on the phone?”

“No one, buddy!” says this Foggy, this man who acts as Daredevil’s secretary, this man who’s keeping help from Jackson. “Go back to sleep, you’re still too injured. It’s just a prank call.”

“Is that him?” Jackson begs. “I need to- I need-”

“I’m sorry, kid, but running around in spandex can wait. You’re going to have to be patient for a few nights.”

“Wait-” Jackson begins, but Foggy has already hung up. Jackson tries to call again, but the phone rings out. Foggy must’ve turned it off. Figures.

“Okay, Jackson,” Jackson tells himself around the chattering of his teeth (either blood loss or fear, the jury is still out). His lungs feel tight, like they’re stuffed full of cotton wool and there’s no room for his sharp, shallow inhales. “Don’t panic. So Daredevil hired an asshole secretary who won’t take your calls, you’ve faced stuff like this before. Who else do you know? Who else?”

There’s a group. A group, in their gleaming building with their famous name, who Jackson’s been snapchatting and texting, who’s number his scrambled, fried brain remembers.

He lowers himself to the ground, one hand around his bleeding middle, the other dialing quickly. E. Aster Bunnymund answers with a gruff, “Hello?”

“Bunny? It’s-it’s Jack Frost,” Jackson whispers. His mouth is wet and dripping; there’s too much salvia in his mouth like he’s about to throw up.

Bunny laughs on the other end of the line. “Frosty? Is this another prank call? Because, I tell ya, I ain’t gonna fall for it a second time around-”

“Bunny,” Jackson says, “listen, I need the Four’s help with something. Now.”

“Come on, Frostbite. You don’t call, you don’t write- I feel neglected-”

“Bunny!”Jackson’s voice pitches too high, gone crackling with panic. On the other end, Bunny audibly winces. “Sorry. Sorry. I just… I really need your help. Please.”

“Sorry, Jack, but the Four and I are off-world. We’re actually on our way out ta deal with another spacial anomaly thingy. Ye just caught us; we’re going to fly out of the range of Earth’s satellites soon.”

“Talk about a long distance call,” Jackson says idly, almost distantly, as though his heart isn’t trying to fight it’s way past his ribcage. The too wet feeling in his mouth worsens. Maybe he really will throw up, this time. Would that attract Dagur? A loud, retching sign of weakness- blood in the water, calling out to the hungry, hungry sharks.

“Good thing ya didn’t call on yer cell,” Bunny agrees. He laughs again. Jackson doesn’t laugh with him. “It’d be phone bill out of this world.”

“Do you know a phone number that will get me into contact with the other Guardians?” Bunny hums, doubtful, and Jackson begs, “Does North know? Does he have Ombric’s phone number? Someone else, even- any unknown vigilante currently living in this city?”

“No and no to da last two, I think.” Bunny leaves the call briefly. Jackson can hear him talking to the others briefly. There’s a click over the line and the telltale crackle as Jackson is put on speaker phone.

“Jack Frost!” North greets joviantly. “What’s the problem? Is it something we can advise you on? If it’s a strategic battle I could walk you through-”

”No, no.” Jackson chokes on the words, around the congested, panicked feeling building in his chest. “I need actual physical help. I need the cavalry, North.”

“We’re pretty far from being able to help, Frostbite.” Bunny’s voice is light, on the edge of a joke. It makes Jackson feel like crying.

“Do you know how I can contact the other Guardians? Or a- a superhero helpline, maybe?”

“I’m sorry, Jack, but my superhero contacts are all saved in the Workshop servers on Earth. There’s nothing I can give you-” North says.

“Nothing?” Jackson asks. Beneath his mask, tears drip down his nose. He didn’t cry when Dagur loomed over him and made him shake and whispered awful, awful promises, but this? Knowing how well and truly alone he is? It’s choking. A hysterical, knife-edged sob crawls it’s way out of Jackson’s throat without his consent.

“Frosty?!” Bunny’s voice is back. Jackson bites at his bottom lip, and curls up tighter around his knees, and presses the phone closer, like he can climb into the screen if he tries hard enough. “Are you- are you crying?”

“Jack, what’s wrong? What’s happened?” That’s Toothiana. Her voice is hard with worry.

“Blyat,” North says, panicked. Jackson is growing numb and distant and cloudy, the way he does when a panic attack is really brewing, thick and heavy, in his chest. “Is he-”

“I’m on my own, then,” Jackson cuts North off. His words are shaky and strained; concussions are awful things, especially when coupled with blood loss. Jackson swallows thickly. “It’s- alright. It’s alright.”

“Frosty!” Bunny says. “Snowflake, wait a second-”

Jackson hangs up.

The phone rings almost immediately. He silences it by denying the call, but it rings again moments later. It doesn’t even occur to Jackson to turn the thing off. He picks it up and crushes it between shaking fingers. It doesn’t ring after that, scattered as it is in warped, useless parts.

“It’s going to be alright,” Jackson says, just once more, and gets to his feet.

Jackson realizes, belatedly, that he should have used that phone to call his mother and little sister. He really may not make it out of this, not if Dagur catches him. A phone call to apologize and say goodbye would have been nice. Then again, the sound of both of their voices may have made him break down for real, and Jackson can’t afford that right now.

The pain is distracting, but the accompanying immovability is what makes Jackson grit his teeth. His whole body feels stiff. He can’t limp away from this. He can’t jump from a window and flips his way to freedom.

The collar goes off again. Jackson freezes the damn thing again and ignores it. He doesn’t have the time or coherency to pull the thing apart.

The blood running thick and slippery over his shaking fingers is alarming. Like a red flag, it shouts Jackson’s own stupidity back at him. He shouldn’t have gotten caught. He should have fought harder. Been faster. Shouldn’t have even gotten out of bed that morning-

Dagur is back.

A door opens and shuts a few hallways over. Dagur’s wearing an expensive grey suit, but beneath it, hidden from prying eyes, is the synthetic gears of his villain outfit. The same way Jackson’s suit is usually tucked away beneath hoodies and t-shirts.

Daredevil’s secretary may have denied him, but Jackson’s still grateful for the hours the older man had spent helping Jackson hone his advanced senses. He can hear the slick-slide of the deranged man’s suit against slacks as loud as a warning bell.

Daredevil may not know it, but he just saved Jackson’s life. Even if it may not matter, in the end.

Jackson immediately activates his invisibility again and wedges himself into a maintenance closet, and holds his breath, and silently begs Dagur doesn’t find him.

He doesn’t- the slick-slide of fabric passes Jackson’s hiding place and disappears further down the corridor. Jackson hasn’t stopped to hide yet, so Dagur has no reason to check all the rooms. He knows that will change the longer he evades the older man. Soon, Dagur’s going to stumble over him, and Jackson’s going to be in no condition to run or fight him off.

But, for now, Jackson shuffles further against the wall, curls into an impossibly small ball, and , with hands smothering his loud breaths, lets his looming panic attack finally crash over him.

The slick-side sound returns. Jackson is exhausted in the aftermath of a panic attack, the vinyl beneath him a sticky red, showing off his blood loss. There’s no air vents in the closet, no hidden nooks for him to disappear into. When Dagur inevitably finds him, he’ll-

“I don’t care how many laws it breaks, scan the corridor. Find whatever experiment Dagur is doing down here.” The voice isn’t Dagur. It’s warmer, a part of him thinks. It doesn’t send shivers down Jackson’s spine. “Who cares about lead lined walls? What are you, Superman? Oh, come on, Fishlegs, you’ve trained better than that-”

An intruder, Jackson thinks. Dagur’s enemy. An ally, in a nearby corridor, starting to wander away from Jackson and his hiding place.

Jackson clambers to his feet and stumbles into the hallway before he can stop himself. His spider-sense has been active since he first burst into the building, and it’s still simmering on low. A reminder that something is coming, that danger looms on Jackson’s horizon. But it doesn’t raise it’s warnings when Jackson started towards the voice,

“Wait!” Jackson blurts. The slick-slide sound fades out. For the first time today, Jackson desperately wants it to come closer.

Jackson hobbles after the voice. The stiffness in his legs is worse after sitting still for so long. His torso flares with old, inhibiting pain with every hurried step. His head lolls, too heavy. Jackson’s fighting through mud, not air, limping after the one person who might actually be able to help him.

The ache in his legs finally, finally gets to him; Jackson stumbles and falls. Shaking tremors work up his body, so violent Jackson has to lean against the wall to keep himself upright. He can’t stand. He should at least be able to sit. The cream wall behind him is smeared with red handprints, where his messy hands struggled to keep him upright.

“Wait. That’s- that’s not right.” The voice, that deep nasally voice- Jackson chokes on the hot lump in his throat. “There shouldn’t be any heat signatures. All the workers were evacuated from this part of the building, and it’s too small and bright to be a fully grown-”

The slick-slide of fabric. Fat, brisk steps. The faint whir of a machine working overtime. A tall young man rounds the corner and freezes, eyes blown wide. He flinches violently back at the sight of bloodied spandex and folded limbs.

“Help,” Jackson slurs. He thought the shaking would abate if he found another ally, but it doesn’t. It worsens. He’s too overstimulated. The shock is like a dam, blocking any relief and putting hot, prickling tears in his eyes.

The man sprints the few meters between him and Jackson. The slick-slide sound is so loud- why does this stranger sound like Dagur? The intruder’s suit is somewhat bulky yet light. Maybe- maybe it’s another kind of undersuit? Something he wears under there like an armor? Or maybe-

“Hey,” The man says, and he sounds panicked. “Hey, can you hear me?” Jackson hums, yes. He tries to nod his head, but it flops, rolls to the side, and doesn’t co-operate. “What happened?”

“Dagur. Turns out, he was right.” An arm snakes around Jackson’s neck, and the taller man tugs him closer. Jackson’s wet, ruined face presses against the man’s suit jacket. “No- no- I’m too dirty-”

“I don’t care,” The man says. The taller man is vehement, oddly so. He presses gentle fingers over the bulky collar, with it’s warped pieces sitting snug against the base of Jackson’s throat, finger-shaped bruises blooming on skin beneath it. “Oh, my gods…”

Jackson’s ruined fingers latch onto the man’s shirt. He doesn’t feel safe yet, but the guy is warm. He’s not hurting him. He’s an anchor to Jackson, who’s been floating and lost all day.

“Did you come for me?” Jackson chokes. Maybe the Big Four had managed to call someone under the Guardians before being out of the Earth’s satellites. He didn’t think anyone was coming. He didn’t think he was allowed this kind of help.

The guy hesitates for a long moment. “No,” He admits, and Jackson swallows, “I’ve been suspicious of Dagur for a long time. I knew he was up to something, and I’d been in his servers, so when I got the report that he had his basement levels evacuated without reason, I snuck in.”

“Sorry. No big conspiracy. ‘s just me.” Jackson’s fingers slip from the man’s button up. He feels less like he’s going to hyperventilate again, less stressed, just this heavy, empty kind of tiredness. “I’m a pretty sucky Christmas present, I know. You wasted your time for nothing.”

The man doesn’t let Jackson go, though. He holds on, even as Jackson’s thoughts haze over, body going loose. “Stay with me,” The guy whispers against his bloody forehead. “I’m going to get you out of here if it’s the last thing I do.”

Concussions really do suck. Or maybe it’s the extended exposure to electric shocks; that cant be good for the human body. Or maybe it’s the knife wound, or blood loss, or good old fashioned shock that’s sending Jackson in and out of awareness, everything blurry and distant. He tries to grab hold of his surroundings and pull himself into coherency, but his body won’t co-operate. For the first time in a while, his spider-sense is quiet. His body takes that as a sign to shut off.

Jackson barely registers that he’s being carried. He barely hears the sound of a vehicle door opening before he’s slid onto leather seats.

Someone sucks in a sharp gasp. “Gods, what happened to him? Is that a collar?!”

Jackson’s head lolls. He squints up at a blonde young woman, peering over the front seat at him. “Dag-fart,” he informs her, seriously.

The man’s surprised bark of laughter is nice. The other woman smiles, but the edges are wrong; she’s too sad for it to be real. “Heroes are really all the same, huh?” she says.

“Yup,” The guy says with delight. “Dag-fart. Oh, that is too good. Remind me to change his name to that in absolutely everything.”

“I’m surprised Dagur let you leave, Hiccup-”

“He didn’t, Astrid. I had Fishlegs map us a path back up to you so that we avoided the snake. I’m not sure he would have let me leave with him, and I couldn’t risk fighting Dagur. Jack Frost needs help too badly.”

“How long did he have him?” Astrid asks. She doesn’t sound very happy, Jackson notes.

“I don’t know,” Hiccup says with a choked tone Jackson’s soupy, useless mind can’t quite understand. “I didn’t even know he was missing. He didn’t even call for help-”

“I did,” Jackson says. He’s half-guessing that they’re talking about him, but he needs them to know that he’s not this useless. He can tie his own shoes, fight his own baddies, and knows when to call for reinforcements when necessary. Even if he doesn’t have any reinforcements available to him just yet. The concept of real, dependable allies- outside the sudden, accidental appearance of this stranger, who’s assistance is born from moral responsibility rather than anything more tangible, like friendship- is still foreign. An unlockable feature Jackson hasn’t gotten to yet.

“Daredevil’s secretary is bad at his job,” Jackson slurs up at the man.

“Yeah, you’re definitely concussed there, Frost. Take it easy.”

Jackson squirms in his seat. “Thought I was- was going to die,” he admits, and then frowns. “Don’t let Dag-fart get my comic books, ‘kay?”

“Your comic books are safe,” Hiccup reassures. To the blonde young woman, he says, “Fly us home.”

“Got it,” says the woman, accompanied by the soft thrum of a powerful engine as they rocket away from Oswald Tower and the monster stalking it’s halls.

Hiccup lets Jackson go limp against him. His stab wound drips onto expensive leather, and he’s wetting the guy’s fancy suit, and he’s probably a bony, uncomfortable weight on the guy, their relationship not close enough for this easy contact, but the guy doesn’t push him off, just gathers him closer. And when fingers card through Jackson’s damp hair, he leans into the touch, relaxes, and doesn’t think about the monster hidden beneath Dagur’s skin.

#jackson overland #jack frost #Hijack #hiccup haddock #superhero!au #yep #as u guessed it #it's mostly copied and pasted #i swear i just wanna share my vision and happiness #hoad's drabbles #hoad's fics

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twilightofthe · 5 years ago

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Chapter Three liveblog of The Mandalorian! Let’s go!!!

“The Sin” eh? Interesting title

I STLL LOVE BABY YODA SO FUCKIN’ MUCH THEY’RE SO DANG CUTE

Pffff even the other characters call Mando Man “Mando” watch it be the only reason he hides his name is cuz it’s something embarrassing

NO NO EATING THE BABY I’LL EAT YOU

Gahhhhhhhh he’s so tender with the babu lookatit chewing on the thingy and him lifting it up like that AAAAAA

Another new planet? I think???

Baby is interested and looking around

No, same planet nevermind

Stay close to your dad little buddy

Nooooo don’t give Baby away you jerk

Oh these are the stormtroopers from before I wonder if these are the ones from the trailer he fights

DON’T TOUCH THE BABY LIKE THAT

YEAH EASY WITH THAT I’LL HURT YOU

I don’t like these guys get away from the baby

If that guy scientist is a cloner like the theories surrounding his arm patch suggest, I guess he’s really trying to clone Yoda huh?

Oh look one of those Wilrow Hood ice cream machines

NOOOOO THEY’RE CRYING

NO DON’T LEAVE THEM

SIR

SIR RESCUE YOUR CHILD

THE SIN IS THAT HE LEFT BABY BEHIND :/

>:( >:( >:(

He better go storm that place once he’s all beskar-ed up or imma fight everyone

Ughhhhhh I love this Fucking MUSIC

Lolll everyone jealous of the goods

Oh so the Great Purge was an Imp thing

Figures

I’m still confused by all of this like Mandalore still exists?!?

Wait so he’s literally never removed the helmet

How does he eat?!?!?!

Hmm sigils on armor? That’s cool, I should research more into that

“By the enemy” THEY ARE A BABY YOU FUCK GO SAVE THEM

Hwat is a Whistling Bird

Aww he still really cares about the Foundlings <3

BABY YODA IS A FOUNDLING TOO MANDO MAN

Hmm more flashback to the Purge I guess?

Oh there go his parents I guess

Ew battle droid

And that’s it?

Walk into the club like whatup I ditched my baby for this

He all shiny

“They all hate you” lol my anxiety @ me

Pffft that one guy literally just goes “fuck you” big mood dude xD

How about you go rescue the baby

RUN FROM YOUR GUILT COWARD

YES YESSS FEEL GUILTY

Aw baby’s first chewtoy ;_;

Hm his new armor needs some color to it he should meet Sabine

YES YES YES YES HE’S GONNA GO SAVE BABY

GO SAVE YOUR CHILD THEY NEED YOU

KICK THOSE GUYS’ ASSES

Wait but oh no could he get kicked out of the guild for this?

No no no the cradle they threw it out

MANDO MAN BETTER KILL THEIR FACES DEAD

Oh so his stabby fork gun is a radio transmitter as well

Knock knock it’s murder time

He better not get caught

IS THAT A FREAKING PROBE DROID UGH YOU MONSTERS

“Don’t hurt him it’s just a child” you bitch you were gonna treat them like a lab monkey

Okay so maybe he’s protecting them ok fine you can live

Bahaha in that shot Mando Man’s literally that meme of the samurai with the cat MESS WITH THE KID I DARE YOU

he can do all of this one handed dang that’s kinda super hot

Haha those who hurt children get flambéed, glad to see this is a Star Wars thing in general

He’s so gentle with Baby I’m gonna cry “VERY VALUABLE” AUGH MY HEART

Oho those are Whistling Birds I approve

I LOVE HIM SO VERY MUCH

A TRUE HERO

Oh noooo there’s a tracker!!!!!

WAIT WHERE’S THE TRACKER THEY THREW OUT THE CRADLE DID THEY SERIOUSLY PUT IT IN THE BABY???? I’LL KILL THEM

Oh no oh no oh no he can’t fight off literally all of them

Wait why do they care about him stealing the bounty they already paid for the kid

“Only hope” nah I like Obi Wan better

Ughhh sweet lil baby I’d die for them

Lol yeup he’s probs definitely out of the guild now

Dang how much firepower does one of those things have I need one for rush hour (lol jk not really)

His voice is so attractive gah

Why do they want to give the kid to that guy so badly they’re freaking bounty hunters why in the fresh hell do they care

Oho incoming

IT’S THE MANDO FAMILY YAY YAY YAY

This is the way

I’m crying augh they’re all sticking up for each other

Ooh freeze chamber

I notice how all of the jetpacks looked like the old-style Mando ones, not like the one Sabine had. Interesting.

Awww they fight but they’re still family!!!!

“I gotta get one of those” not with that cape you don’t, you’ll set it on fire, dumbass

You get to fly or you get the swooshy cape aesthetic that’s your choice

AWWWW THAT GENTLE PAT AND PLAYING WITH LIL BABY HANDS I AM GOING TO CRY

PROTECTIVE MANDO DAD

I’LL MARRY HIM I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

And I still adore the end credits cards

Okay, this episode just made me so happy! We got to learn about the Mando group all sticking together as a family, even if they fight sometimes, because they’re all they have left, dammit, and they’ll protect each other

I still don’t get why the other bounty hunters got so pissed over Mando Man taking the baby after the transaction was complete, I thought they only cared so long as there was a price attached? Were they hired to protect Baby Yoda or something? Unlikely seeing as Pershing was apparently keeping Baby alive for as long as he did

AND PROTECTIVE MANDO DAD WHO IS SOFT AND TENDER AROUND KIDS AND HAS HONOR AND OMG I MELT I MELT EVERY TIME YES I KNOW I’M A SAD SAPPY BALL OF GOO HE DESERVES HAPPINESS

Now he really needs to give his armor some color and he also needs to take it off at some point to wash his hair otherwise he will smell

#mando man of mystery #liveblogging the mando show #sw the mando show #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #star wars

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johntheirritatedgunslinger · 5 years ago

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Do you spoil your kids?

OOC: I don’t know what verse you mean, but I’ll do pre-rdr 1 1910. I need Marston baby. (Game started in 1911) I love John being a father so much. Ughhhhhh, Give me more Marston baby!! Crayons and Teddy Bears were the latest toys in the 20th century, btw!

John rocked the sleeping bundle lying against his chest. Her dark curls shifting as he breathed. “ I don’t think I do,” John answered earnestly.

“Abigail and I don’t often argue anymore, but this is one of the few things we do argue about. She says I’m not soft enough towards the boy. Showing him enough love and all that. She’s wrong. I try. I really do. Jack hasn’t wanted anything to do with me since he was around seven. All the stress of us moving around. Me trying but constantly failing to build a better home. Abigail’s frustration bleeding on to him. I’m not saying she turned him against me - but he always takes her side. Like the incident at Pronghorn. We would have been homeless if I didn’t step in.

What kind of father would I be then? I was damned no matter what I did. He’s fifteen now. He doesn't want to be held - he’s far too old anyway. He doesn’t want to play cards. Or fish. Or hunt. Or shoot. He just wants to read.

Then he complains I don’t do anything - yet I’m offerin’ all the time. He tells me he hates me sometimes. Yeah, I know. He’s a teen, but I kind of gave up. I’m the bad guy, no matter what I do.”

He looked down at his three old daughters and smiled. “This one, though? She loves me. Her eyes light up when she sees me. She loves being held. I don’t buy her extra toys. She likes to color, so I’ll occasionally bring her extra paper. We bought her a teddy bear not long ago for her birthday. But we don’t really do much more than that. We don’t have the money.

She likes to follow me around the ranch. Abigail likes to call her duckie because she follows me around like one. But she does chores. They’re easy ones like dumping feed for the animals or helping with the water. I’m always with her anyway. Jack didn’t do any chores until he was eleven. Every time I tried to get him to do something - Abigail said he needed to study or that she’d handle it. Let a kid be a kid. It’s different with Amelia. I don’t know why. I guess Abigail doesn’t want her becoming entitled.” he said with a laugh. He loved Abigail. He loved Jack - but sometimes, there was some hypocrisy.

“Alright. You caught me. Sometimes I sneak her cheese. It’s her favorite food. Sometimes, when Abigail goes out of town with Jack, I let her sleep in our bed. “ John shrugged.

“She’s three. Is there anything so wrong about that? I love her. I feel like I’ve done something right with her. She’s my chance for redemption. I’m not super religious, but God gave her to me. He gave me Jack. I’m doing what I can with him, but I was there from the very beginning with this one.” He said fondly as he booped her nose.

“I’d do anything for her. For Jack. For Abigail. But one day, it hurts me to think that she won’t want to sit on my lap anymore. She won’t ask Papa to come to help her. In the blink of an eye, she’ll be married. Have children of her own. Maybe she’ll take over the farm! She likes animals. Jack has already talked about how he can’t wait to go to college and leave us. It is what it is.” He said with a sigh.

“Maybe Abigail is right. She has my heart wrapped around her little finger. If anything. Anything. Ever happened to her. You bet there’s hell to pay.” He said severely, suddenly feeling out of breath. Amelia yawned and scooched up to his chin. “Hi, Papa.” she whispered sleepily. “Hey, Darlin’,” John whispered back. He gave her a kiss on the cheek. “That’s scruffy, Papa!” she squealed. John laughed. “ I think it’s time we put you to bed. I hope that answers your question. Goodnight!” John said, tipping his head. “Bye! “ the little night-gowned girl waved.

OOC: Jack has canonically mentioned “dumping” his parents several times to the point where John and Abigail had actually talked about how worried they were about retirement and what to do with the farm. They knew kids didn’t want to work on a farm or ranch.

#john marston #jack marston #abigail marston #marston baby #rdr 2 #Anonymous

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jurgenronaaz · 5 years ago

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8 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

I was tagged by @sheyzeyyy ayyyy lmao

ONE / name / alias. Jurgen, or Dwarf Bro

TWO / birthday. I’m gonna like. Not put that on the internet because putting personal info on the internet is like giving your name to the True Fae. I’ll just say I’m a December Baby and leave it at that.

THREE / zodiac sign. Capricorn, but have to look it up every time

FOUR / height. 6′1″. Yes I know I described myself as Dwarf Bro. I recognize the irony here.

FIVE / hobbies. Reading, games (tabletop and video), listening to music, this fucking website for some reason, youtube, worldbuilding for worlds I will never write because UGHHHHHH.

SIX / favorite colors. Blue!

SEVEN / favorite books. Discworld, Harry Potter,

EIGHT / last song listened to. Hunnu Guren - Batzorig Vaanchig & Auli Link

NINE / last film watched. Wallace And Gromit: A Grand Day Out, I found out @sheyzeyyy had never seen it and had to fix this and I mean. Of course I’m gonna watch it too!

TEN / inspiration for muse. Music with Heart and Soul, Moments of silence with just me and my thoughts, the AMVs I end up composing listening to a Solid Banger, and enjoying other people’s art and letting their ideas bounce off mine and create new, different ideas like freaking atomic fusion.

ELEVEN / dream job. I’d love to teach but they don’t get paid enough, and are liable to get shot because Hell Nation. Writing would be great but I can never get Inspiration, Time, and Energy at the same time. Maybe creating some other entertainment, but the odds would be fairly against me in any that actually pay well.

TWELVE / meaning behind your url. Jurgen Ronaaz is a D&D character/OC that I came up with years back, started using him as a username for things because like. It’s never taken. It’s great!

I’m tagging: Nobody, if you wanna do this go Hamm, if you don’t then carry on and have a good day!

#Jurgen's Shit

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monkey-network · 7 years ago

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Good Stuff - THE TROOF ABOUT STEVEN UNIVERSE - Pt. 6

WARNING: If only I had this passion with College, amirite? Otherwise thank you, take care out there, and enjoy. <<Part 5 Full EP

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m committed to this ramble and I’ll try not to take too much of your time. Steven Universe is a charming, popular show with a quad-polar fandom, and I’m only here to point out what I say is legitimately wrong with the cartoon. Simple enough? Fair enough.

THE TONE:

Man, what determines the scale to which drama can flourish?! Well, I believe it comes from the amount of stakes at hand, where a character is slowly pressured into making a decision, however rash, moderate, or “right” is may be, and said decision is the begotten turn the makes or breaks a story’s progression for the better. And with these decisions, they should possess a modicum of seriousness that, done right, gets the audience on their side. And, after the latest arc of the series, *sigh* what did they commit to? Why did they commit to it? To that? To a blind stumble of relationship melodrama that...was there?

Not saying a plot arc of Steven and Connie having a fallout is bad, but it raised more than enough points that made me go ‘Why?’, like why was Lars’s situation mentioned in a sincere light only once? Why did it 'Gemcation’ need to exist? Why were we unnecessarily teased with War lore again? Why didn’t we focus on building Lapis’s self-confidence for standing up for herself as well as Peridot’s inability to fully express her thoughts to her? WHY is this basically a rehash of when Pearl and Garnet had their fallout that was over 2 years ago? I hate sounding like YMS, but it always takes a second glance to unfortunately say this show was spinning its wheels again; giving us fondly, emotional moments to veil the fact that the situational focus is off the damn track. It’s like a student that’s blowing off their work until the last minute where the teacher is gonna expect something, and that’s when it gets real. The worst part is this has happened before and this, I believe, is the genuine root of my problems with this series. I could complain all I want about the basic looking fights, the unreal villains, & the passive sense of diversity. They are nitpicks compared to the placebo effect it has on your emotions and the lax attitude it has towards shit that should be present straightforward and seriously. Now, let’s talk on One Punch Man for a sec...

Because I love it & my ass is still strugglin’ for a season 2

I’ve noticed that when it comes to appreciating something, a short burst of something unique is better than a long stretch of something you’ve known for a while now. Seasonal anime has earned a rise in popularity over the years, with a majority having only 12 episodes compared to shows with 26 and beyond. All around phenom One Punch Man is one such that accomplished more of an arc in 2 out of all 12 episodes than Steven Universe did in 139. Hell, one episode accomplished more for their character(s) than the 3 episodes of the latest “Stevenbomb” did for Steven and Connie’s relationship. From the episode “Unyielding Justice”, we got...

1) an established problem or threat (this case The Sea Bro) that is holding all the cards on the matter

2) a standoff that tests the problem’s attention

3) moments where the character (this case Mumen Rider) looks like they’re at their lowest point and are experiencing genuine agony and anger for not being able to resolve the problem easily

4) the rise to the climax, where the character makes the decision to not back down from the problem even when they’re probably destined to fail

and a secondary element (this case the public) that aids the character’s confidence in going forth with their decision, not caring of what might happen but can happen

5) The character executes the decision, not being full of shit and makes the final step in taking on the problem again, this time with the full intent of succeeding

6) The climax takes place, and whether the character helps out or not, there’s an impactful reaction that carries on through the audience and those present in the scene

and lastly there’s 7) the resolution, where the character’s action is provided some form of support to show that what they tried to do was not all in vain where the story can then move along.

I don’t command you to see One Punch Man, but I implore you to look at that moment alone. That scene was three minutes long and even when you take away the part of it being a fight scene, these are the basic steps to establishing and confronting a conflict. That is what should get you, that is what you want in a story. Again, scene was only 3 minutes, and even with a predictable outcome, that span of time marinates well in giving you a) the context, b) the tension, and c) the payoff. you can feel for Bike Cop’s plight in being a hero on his own terms. Those seven steps, what I believe, are the key to having, dealing, and confronting problems in your story. What I also believe is that, if dealing with these seven steps, you shouldn’t give it too much pathos or distract us with contemporary plots to pad out the run time. “Oh, Steven...I didn’t notice you...”

“Ooooo, sorry. I’ll come back later.”

I’m not shaming the show for having drama and real life problems like getting worse than the friend zone. What stinks about it is that, if some things were addressed more earnestly instead of constantly blowing them off ‘til next time or never for lesser concepts, things would go a lot smoother and the progression for the characters, and the world, will feel real. Like,

Were we gonna explore the grieving weight Lars’s parents probably had with their son possibly gone for good? Nah, let’s focus more Mayor Dewey and how his failure relates to Steven’s relationship mistake. Give ‘em a mention of how they’re taking all this, they’ll be fine, I promise.

Well were we finally gonna look into Lapis’s self-confidence issues about refacing the past when she’s clearly stronger than she lets on? No no, that’ll be later. We gotta continue Peridot’s arc and how she’s been affected by Lapis’s control over their relationship because she has much more character to work with. Lapis shouldn’t be told what she’s doing to herself is wrong, she has the right to leave. She’ll be back, though. Promise.

Can we see how Lars and the Off Colors are doing? That will be the next arc, plus we gotta have Lion away go with Connie because..................reasons.

Can we see anything? Pink Diamond’s murder conspiracy? Jasper and the corrupted gems? The Cluster? NO. WHY NOT?! Listen buddy, there’s the right and then there’s the grand way, now do you want a grand adventure or not? Ughhhhhh THAT’S what I thought; now get that logic out of my face.

With seriousness comes focus, and with those two comes progression and good pacing. Without it, you waste valuable time sidetracking what could be accomplishing feats of character building and moral connections into plots that mostly amount to being FOOTNOTES that can muddy the point it was trying to make. I find it forgivable in season 1, but afterward when I was seeing that they were taking things to a more pressing, important route, I kinda expecting them to follow through with it? Instead ooooof half-assing it just to get by? To save the mmmm momentous episodes at the end of the Stevenbomb or season? Hmm? And in the meantime, release some episodes that people consider filler?Filler that could be shown after important matters are taking care of? Instead of putting ‘em in places that make the moment to moment pacing quite jarring? Have them sidetrack the next important matter to look over and happily waste time? Nah, they know exactly what they’re doing. In fact, there were two moments where they hit the nail on how to provide seriousness to their story. One was the first ever Stevenbomb and the other was the final moment from ‘Earthlings’ with Jasper’s final stand.

We see the gem warrior, on the verge of full mutation after failing to defeat the one she despises the most, reflecting on everything she knew about her situation up to this point. When she talks, there’s a slow build of devastation and frustration in her voice, knowing she’s slowly weakening and is kneeling before her enemy. And even then, she gets back up and continuously tries to tower Steven with her size and intimidation.

And even then, Steven is dazed and confused of how to take it all in, finally leaving Jasper with the thought that everything she tried to do until now was nothing but a joke. Then she gets corrupted, Peridot shanks her, and she’s finished. Then, with but a single line from silence, Amethyst puts her away with the final frame of her and Steven capturing the exhaustion yet potential understanding of what they just went through.

Noting that while Jasper’s fearless crusade came up short, it all wasn’t for nothing

If it ended right there, it would all have been perfect and it’s moments like that that should make up Steven U. more. Having comedy and boundless optimism in the mix is fine, but when something important and actually vital to building anything in your series is there, it should be followed through with weight and focus that adds to the nuance that makes a show like this worth watching. This plays into the world building, the characters, the themes. I don’t know how to express this beyond if you want shit done, the bare minimum doesn’t cut it every time, no matter teary eyed you look.

Jeez allov, maybe I’m rambling. Maybe I am looking too deep into a series that has quotable symbolism from ice cream sandwiches. I mean, in hindsight, things could have obviously been better if the writer’s room thought on it a little more instead of trying to captivate better love stories than Twilight into a binge-worthy material as well as a weak timebomb arc, two weak abduction arcs, episodes that could’ve just been comic book material, weak usage of new characters, pathetic utilization of established characters, and evolution that make sloths look like hummingbirds. Or maybe rewatching SU episodes is a bad idea on my part and I need to bring my blissful ignorance out more to enjoy it more. I don’t know, I’m sleepy.

Wake me when season 2 of True and the Rainbow Kingdom comes out

#steven universe #su #su critical #su criticism #su critique #cartoons #reviews #analysis #long post #storytelling #Good Stuff #Roy Macintosh #ye #one punch man

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nurse-franklin · 7 years ago

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Get to Know Me!

I was tagged by @alice1nwond3rland and @beatrix-franklin! thanks lovelies! I tag anyone who wants to do this!

Were you named after anyone? I mean, technically, I was. So I have family on my dad’s side over in Slovakia and when a few of them came over the US when my parents were first married. One of the relative’s names was Majka, and my mom fell in love with the name and decided that she would name her first daughter that. My older brother was a boy so it got passed down to me. My parents spelled it Mika because they thought it would be easier to pronounce.... but people call me “Meeka” at least 700 times a day, so....

When was the last time you cried? lolololololol

Do you like your handwriting? my handwriting is atrocious tbh

What’s your favorite lunch meat? lunch meat creeps me out but I’ll usually tend to get chicken if I’m going to eat it

Do you have kids? lol nope

If you were a different person, would you be friends with you? I’m honestly not sure

Do you still have your tonsils? I do! although I almost got them out when I was a kid

Would you bungee jump? absolutely not. well, maybe if someone promised to pay off my student loans and signed a legally binding contract... maybe

What’s your favorite cereal? cinnamon life lol I’m boring

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? I am wayyyy to lazy for that

Do you think you are a strong person? I’d like to say that I am, but I am definitely not

What’s your favorite ice cream flavor? coffee or cookie dough

What’s the first thing you notice about people? eyes probably

Do you use sarcasm? I do but ironically I have a hard time telling when other people are being sarcastic

What’s your least favorite physical thing about yourself? ughHHH everything

What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now? bright red US Marine Corps sweatpants because I’m obnoxious and no shoes

What are you listening to right now? “Where Does the Good Go” by Tegan and Sara

If you were a crayon, what color would you be? lavender

Favorite smell? again, lavendar. and also freshly cleaned laundry

Who was the last person you talked on the phone with? my mom I think!

Favorite sport to watch? ice skating

Hair Colour? Brunette (I’ve started greying though how fun is that)

Eye color? blue

Do you wear contacts? No, touching my eyes freaks me out.

Favorite food? chicken noodle soup

Scary movie or comedy? ehhhhhhhhhh scary movie (but not a gory movie, like I don’t like the saw movies. I prefer like the Conjuring and stuff like that)

Last movie you watched? I watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone yesterday! one of my faves

What color shirt are you wearing? a white shirt with my university’s logo on it

Summer or winter? Summer because I love the beach. I usually despise the cold but... I think I’m starting to like it? ask me again in like a month.

Hugs or kisses? hugs

Book you’re currently reading? Furiously Happy by Jenny Lawson. It’s a memoir that Jenny wrote about her struggles with mental illness but she’s hilarious and I would recommend.

Who do you miss right now? ughhHHHH my mom. I’m going home in 2 weeks and counting down the days

What’s on your mouse pad? lol I don’t have one

What’s the last TV program you watched? I have watched 50 episodes of Grey’s Anatomy in the past 3 days because I am trash and decided to restart the series from the beginning.

What’s the best sound? WAVES.

Rolling Stones or The Beatles? definitely the Beatles

What’s the furthest you ever traveled? Slovakia

Do you have a special talent? I guess I play instruments and sing

Where were you born? New England, USA

#get to know me #these things are always fun but SO HARD #I'm bad at answering questions about myself

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daesungindistress · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by @derpinathebrave. Been a while since I’ve done one of these. Thanks!

Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 5 blogs you would like to know better (10 is too many for me I’m changing the rules lol). I’m being lazy and tagging some of the (very) few blogs I follow: @pbj-anonymous @dae-dreamxx @fangirl-2007 @daengerous-af @vipdae

You don’t have to do it, maybe you’ve already done it, I don’t know, I don’t keep up with this stuff very well.

A: Age - 29

B: Birthplace - USA (Texaaaaaas)

C: Current time - 12:55 AM

D: Drink you had last - Water

E: Easiest person to talk to - My mom

Putting the rest behind a cut due to length.

F: Favorite song - I could NEVER pick just one, but one song that I’ll always list among my favorites is Pieces by my favorite band of 10 years, Red. This song has made a couple of appearances on my blog already: once as an accompaniment to some fan art of mine for Carnivores, and once in the Dreams Like Ashes soundtrack.

The thing is... for those of you who are Christians or grew up in a Christian environment/home, you might notice that this sounds suspiciously like a worship song. That’s because, well... it kind of is. Surprise! Red is actually technically a Christian band. But one of many things I love about their music is how it can be (and is!) enjoyed by everyone, religious-minded or not, because their lyrics are written in such a way that they can be interpreted however you want.

And anyone who knows me knows I love things that are open to interpretation. It’s not always clear who the singer is speaking to... or even who he’s speaking as. Sometimes he’s himself, lashing out at those who hurt him and crying out to God for the strength to overcome. Sometimes he's the darkness talking back, promising pain if he fights and laying claim to his life. And sometimes he’s God gazing down on his poor lost soul, reminding him (not always gently) of his eternal, unfailing love for him and calling him back to the light.

At its core their message is one of a man locked in a never-ending struggle with his own inner demons-- his innate sinful nature. It’s a love-hate relationship on a spiritual level. At times he loves it, his darkness, but hates that he does; at times he hates it, but loves it too much to let it go. And in his confusion he turns on even his creator from time to time. And I’ve always been fascinated-- no, obsessed with such themes. The dichotomies of light/dark, good/evil, love/hate, life/death, and on and on and on... and how these fundamental opposites have the potential to attract... irresistibly, unfortunately, sometimes to the detriment of both. (“My love, my enemy...”)

There are times when I wonder: if Red knew that I reinterpreted their music, using it in a soundtrack for a story about gay werewolves, what would they think? ...They’d probably pray for me. LOL

G: Grossest memory - Something to do with maggots probably. Can’t stand the sight of 'em (I mean, I can, but I’d really rather not).

H: Hogwarts house - Ravenclaw

I: In love? - No

J: Jealous of people - Generally, no

K: Killed someone - No...

L: Love at first sight or should I walk by again - You should probably walk by again. And again. And maybe a fourth time for good measure. I’m not the type of person who “falls” right away; it takes repeated exposure over a long stretch of time for me to develop a real liking for something/someone, and even longer to acknowledge it, and even longer to accept it.

Honestly though, it’s been so long since I liked someone with anything beyond a vague sort of intrigue that I have no intention of pursuing, I almost can’t even recall what it’s like...

M: Middle name - Starts with a C

N: Number of siblings - 2 brothers: one older, one younger

O: One wish - Ughhhhhh this is hard! I’m probably expected to say something altruistic, but not being closely involved with anything/anyone right now, my heart’s desires at the moment are mostly selfish, dealing mainly with my own sense of personal and creative fulfillment.

P: Person you called last - My mom

Q: Question you are always asked - “So how long have you been doing this / how did you get into this?” (Customers asking me about my job b/c it’s an unusual occupation for a woman... Got questioned pretty heavily going through customs when returning to the US from Ireland because of this, haha, good times.)

R: Reason to smile - I’m alive and relatively healthy? That’s reason enough for me. I don’t need much.

S: Song you sang last - White Flag by Dido (“I will go down with this ship...”)

T: Time you woke up - Oh no... 7:30 PM? I was up all night the night before and went to bed at 11 AM.

U: Underwear color - Black as night. Why is there always a question about underwear in these things?

V: Vacation Destination - The mountains. Always the mountains. Remote is good. Goodbye world.

...That said, I am hoping to revisit Japan in the next year or two.

W: Worst habit - Failing to keep in touch with people (outside of work, school, etc), therefore letting too many relationships quietly die.

X: X-rays - Yes... dental, once to check the depth of a roof nail in my foot, and once to look at an old injury in my lower back that was pressing on a nerve and causing sciatic pain in one leg.

Y: Your favorite food - ahhh I don’t know! I’ll eat pretty much anything and like it!

Z: Zodiac sign - Gemini

#tagged #personal

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rickriordanistoblame · 5 years ago

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I Made a Story

So I found this prompt:

And I made a story (cause that’s what prompts are for) hope you enjoy!!❤️

Hi. I’m Skyler; and I am a bit different than everyone else. You see, when anyone is born, they inherit a streak of hair that is the same color and texture as their soulmate’s. My Streak is sky blue which isn’t too abnormal in itself, but for some reason, my Streak floats. Now, I have seen people born with a Cowlick Streak that won’t mold into anything else if their mate always has a cowlick, but who’s hair floats? I have been thinking about who my soulmate could be since I could understand what the Streak was, “Maybe they like skydiving? No, they would have to do that daily and someone like that isn’t my soulmate.” Anyway, it’s the last day of 8th grade and I haven’t even met anyone with any shade of blue in their hair. As I pondered what it would be like to live alone, my best friend, Bella, walked up and snapped me out of my trance. She almost skipped with the happy-go-lucky vibe everyone loves about her and almost sung every time she talked, “Hey Sky, some friends of ours are going to the beach later today. Wanna come?” I mean, it’s not that I didn’t want to go, but I doubt it would be any fun. I pondered it for a few seconds and prepared to let her down easily. I looked back up and saw the pure joy and innocence in her eyes. Dang it, her “puppy eyes” always get me. “Sure. Lemme ask my mom but I’ll probably see you there,” I replied soft but confirming. “Yay! See you there! Bye Sky!” She hopped away and my fate was sealed. I trudged home and asked my mom if I could go to the beach with friends, pleading for a no. “Yeah, sure just be home before midnight, okay?” my mom absent-mindlessly responded. Ughhhhhh, I guess I gotta go now. When I got there, Bella and my other friends were already deep inside of the ocean. As I slowly peeled off my normal clothes to reveal my swimsuit underneath, I could feel this weird — pull — to the ocean. As my toe touched the murky green ocean, I felt a wave of energy and happiness run up my leg and throughout my body. I waded to my friends until I had to hop on one toe to keep my head above water. Now, I am around 5”11’ so all of my friends were swimming with ease to stay up. Even though the depth can be fatal, I didn’t worry too much about them; we have been going to the same school for a long time, and we ALL grew up swimming together. We chatted for a while until the question came up, “So Sky, have you found your match to your Streak yet? Its been a while and I’m worried about you.” I didn’t blame Bella for worrying, usually people find their match around fifth or sixth grade. Those that haven’t, they usually grow up alone, not able to find their person, we call these poor souls The Loners. I am hoping I’m just a late bloomer and I don’t become a Loner. After a few hours in the ocean, my friends started to head towards the shoreline, but I had a feeling there was something out there and it was calling — calling for me — and I needed to reach it. So, as Bella reaches the shore, I swam vigorously deeper into the water. After I felt like I went far enough, I brought my legs up into a fetal position, and sunk like a rock. I could hear my distant, warbled name called by my friends, “Skyler!”

As gravity pulled my body farther down, I opened my eyes in the salty, burning water, searching for whatever wanted me out here. After a few seconds, I saw a sparkle, like the sunlight reflected off of something. I lightly tilted my head and strained to hear anything coming at me.

Then, out of nowhere, I felt a rush of water under me. I instinctively swam back a few feet and stared at the pitch black underneath me. I felt the hairs on my neck stand and I swiveled around to meet face to face with a girl I have never seen before. That’s — odd — there wasn’t anyone else in the sea when I went down. She had very delicate features and a rounded, smooth face and looked around my age. She smiled tenderly and gestured to my face. Instantly, a bubble formed around my entire head. I swallowed air and felt the burning in my lungs. I haven’t been under this long in years. “Hello, Stranger. My name is Aqua, what’s yours?” I felt her voice reverberate in my skull like a loud song, luckily I liked her melody. “H-hi Aqua. I’m Skyler. What are you doing in the ocean so late?” She giggled happily. Wow. Her laugh is so bubbly. I-I love it. “I live here, Skyler. This is my home.” she echoed in my brain. At first, I was taken aback by her response, until I looked down at where her legs were supposed to be and saw a glittery blue fish tail. I looked back up at her face, astonished. What shocked me even more is her hair. Her hair was a sky blue, light enough to see in the dark water. More importantly, the water made it look like it was floating. Well, all except for her Streak, which was dark brown and slicked back, a perfect match for my ponytail. I looked up at my Streak again, in a different light this time. In the ocean, the ends of my ponytail bobbed rhythmically with the ocean current. Ripping off the rubber band, my buoyant hair reached for the surface of the ocean, making my Streak look — normal. I looked back down at her, astonished that my match was a mermaid. She looked serene but equally shocked. “Hey partner, nice to finally meet you.” she stated jokingly. Wasting no time, I leaned in, hoping to be accepted by her. I saw a flash of a smile before she leaned in as well, our lips meeting gingerly. Small bubbles around us swirled, wrapping us in a vortex. It seemed to lift us up, bringing us to the surface. Happy to be with fresh air and my soulmate, I smiled and swam quickly back to the shore. I yelled for Bella, wanting to tell her of my good news. As I reached the shore and started to run to my friends, something occurred to me: Aqua is a mermaid. She can’t go on land. I turned back in fear to see my love walking on the golden sand; she had legs! “Surprise! I didn’t get a chance to tell you that a soulmate’s kiss can let me turn human out of water. I heard a sharp gasp behind me, as I turned I saw Bella’s surprised and happy face, seeing the sky blue hair on Aqua’s head. Out of water, her hair laid messily on her head; mine almost mirrored it, even my Streak laid the same as Aqua’s. “Hey guys, this is Aqua and she is a mermaid and also my soulmate.” I knew my friends could hear my happiness and see hers. I guess even mermaids need love too right?

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newbark-town · 7 years ago

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Part III of catching Cresselia!!! @constarlations I’m hoping we’ll finish it and not have a part IV. LOL WE LIKE STARTED THIS AROUND AUGUST 2016 AND LOOK HERE ABOUT A YEAR LATER WE’RE FINALLY WORKING ON IT

Meanwhile...

Rosa: LET US GO

???: Let you go? Why would I do that?

Dawn: we promise not to intrude we swear

Lucas: YEAH WE WILL NEVER GO HERE AGAIN HAHA

The building starts to get warmer

???: Silly humans. I used to be like you... adventurous and kind. One day, one of my enemies burnt my families house for a joke. Let too many Lampent’s in. I never did get to see my family... my Abra... I suppose they are fine now, but you, my dear, you look exactly like the girl who took my life away.

Rosa then begins to scream

Meanwhile

Nate is still crying and Yancy tries to comfort Nate, but he tell her to leave him alone. He is crying about how he was never able to tell her what he wanted to tell her.

He decided they should go, but all of a sudden Rosa’s screams are heard from upstairs

Nate: Rosa?!

Yancy: SHE’S ALIVE!

Nate: Wait just a moment! If she is alive, then who’s-

The corpse grabs Nate’s ankle and says, “ Oh Nate-y~ Didn’t you say you loved me?”

Nate: NOT ROSA NOT ROSA LET ME GO LET ME GO

The basement begins to burst into flames on the east side

Corpse: but Nate-y~ we are soulmates. Stay with me forever and ever. You love me don’t y-

Yancy hits the corpse on the back of the head with a book and loses its grip

Corpse: FOOL YOU JUST RUINED MY HAPPILY EVER AFTER

The corpse is about to attack Yancy until Nate finds a peculiar looking shiny feather in the ruckus, which causes the corpse to flinch

Corpse: NO MY LOVE PLEASE -in the Rosa-est voice possible- I love you...

Nate hits the corpse with a nearby lamp and the corpse knocks out

Nate: Come on we have to get Rosa

Nate: -Kicks the door to the main hallway down, and sees that the ghost is lifting up Rosa and trying to stretch out her limbs or someshit-

Nate: Rosa

Rosa: Nate!

Apparently Nate’s makeup came off when it was so humid in the Strange House

???: HOW DID YOU ESCAPE?! No matter, rather than a fake corpse, I’ll just give you a REAL ONE

Rosa: NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO

Dawn and Lucas were knocked out during the initial attack so they wake up now

Dawn: What happ-

Lucas: ROSA!!

Dawn: What can we do?

Yancy: I have no idea

Nate calls out his Pokemon and starts to battle the ghost because he thinks it could actually be a Pokemon in disguise. The room gets hotter each minute, but as the Pokémon distract the ghost (possible ghost type), Nate is able to get Rosa free.

Nate: Don’t worry I’ll get you out of here I promise

Rosa: Nate I... I thought you were in Alola... This whole summer you were ignoring me... I thought you didn’t want to be friends anymore... - in tears now - I thought you didn’t care about me... that i would’ve of died without seeing you again... you’re really precious to me please never leave me ever again

Nate: I...

Rosa kisses him and Nate kisses back but the kiss is interrupted by the ghost

???: Such a shame you must die you two simply were a good couple

The ghost levitates Rosa away from Nate, but then the feather in Nate’s pocket begins to glow. When Nate takes the feather out from his pocket as it shines brighter than before

Dawn: IT CAN’T BE

Lucas: IT IS

Dawn and Lucas: THE LUNAR WING

Dawn and Lucas are happy to see the Lunar Wing and Yancy is super confused

The ghost flinches and screams at Nate to get the Lunar Wing away from it. Nate then holds up the Lunar Wing in the air

???: UGHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOO

As the ghost is blinded by the light, it lets go of Rosa

Nate: Rosa!

Rosa: Yeah?

Nate passes the feather to Rosa

Rosa: I got you fam. YO GHOST GIRL. IN THE NAME OF THE MOON -Rosa does the sailor moon poses- ILL PUNISH YOUUUUUUUUUU

???: UGHHHHHH THIS LIGHTTTTTTTTT

The ghost vanishes and the house burning for a second

Rosa: HOLY CRAP I JUST DID THAT!!! DID YALL SEE THAT?!

Dawn: We are ok thanks for asking...

Lucas: -whispers- let’s never return to Unova... ever...

Yancy: -whispers- take me with you

Nate: So ugh Rosa...

Rosa: Oh hey...

Nate: Look Rosa I really need to tell you something. I really lov-

Rosa: shhh

Nate: But I-

Rosa: shhhhhuuuuussssssshhhhh

Nate: Rosa please I

Rosa: sssssssssshhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuusssssshhhhhhhhh

Nate: Rosa I love you

Rosa: shhh- WAIT WHAT?!

Nate: I love you. It took me seeing your corpse to see that I really need to tell you... before it’s too late. I remember the first time meeting you in the Battle Subway, how we fought together the Battle bosses and went out for ice cream to celebrate your big win. You’re so kind and sweet and always have this big smile on your face and you're so passionate about the things you love and everything. We went around the world together and went to Kalos and Hoenn and all these adventures and I don't want them to stop there. I'm really sorry about ignoring you during my trip to Alola and keeping everything confidential but I did bring you something. It's a Z Ring, just like mine ha ha! Of course the sailor moon colors were crazy expensive but I managed and everything ha ha!

Rosa: Nate, I can’t believe you did this all for me.. Nate I... Nate wake up

Nate: Huh?

Rosa: wake up

Nate closes his eyes and opens them to wake up in a desert-y field

Nate: FUCK

Rosa: -wakes up- morning already? HUH?! GUYS WAKE UP WAKE UP -she shakes Dawn and Lucas up-

Dawn: Ugh what happened???

Lucas: I feel like I lost 25 years off my life

Dawn: what is is Rosa????

Rosa: CRESSELIA JOINED MY TEAM

Dawn and Lucas: WHAT?????!!!!!!

Rosa shows off her Pokeball containing Cresselia as Yancy wakes up

Yancy: NATE CRAP THE MOVIE!!!!! WE WERE OUT FOR HOURS HOLY CRAP

Nate: YOU’RE RIGHT LETS GO

So Yancy and Nate run back to the set while Rosa, Lucas, and Dawn gather their things and head out. In the airport, Rosa, Dawn, and Lucas exchange numbers and all that stuff. You know say good bye

Rosa tells them how thankful she is for their help and how fun it was even though Dawn and Lucas don’t really remember what happened

All of a sudden Rosa says, “Oh! I forgot!”

Dawn and Lucas are confused. Then Rosa gives them unovan keychains to remember her by

Rosa: Im really happy that you two made my summer eventful... I had a long summer and everything and no one was there to be with me through it all... I'm leaving in a few days to a new region for a internship and I just felt like this summer was the last summer to be a kid again... going on in adventures... but none of my friends cared...

Dawn: Rosa ... I never thought...

Rosa: It’s sappy I know, but I’m just so happy you two brightened up my summer

Then the three hug it out bc of their beautiful friendship.

Rosa: Well this is goodbye!

Dawn: I’ll message you everyday

Lucas: And I’ll tell you whenever there’s a new moon based pokemon around Sinnoh

Dawn: and Rosa, you have to talk to Nate how you feel

Rosa: ...Nate...

Meanwhile

Nate finally returns to Aspertia City from a long film day and decides to to strangely stop by the outlook

AND WHO IS THERE YOU MAY ASK? It is the one and only Rosa

Nate: Oh hey! I’m back. I got some Pokemon from Alola you might like

Rosa: ...

Nate: I also got some malasadas!

Rosa: ...

Nate: I also got a new hate I thought might suit you! ...Rosa? Rosa, I’m back and here t-

Rosa: You ditched me...

Nate: ...Rosa? Are you o-

Nate tries to put his hand on Rosa’s shoulder but then she knocks it off and faces him, her face is like she’s been crying for an hour like those kinds of faces

Rosa: you ditched me on my birthday... and you knew... you never bothered to call or do whatever. You left me the whole summer almost alone. If it weren’t for Lucas and Dawn pulling off a makeshift birthday party during my week there, no one would’ve cared

Nate: Rosa I tried to come ba-

Rosa: tried to. You never told me where you were. You only told me to stay away from you and you ditched me. You only came back here because of you stupid super hero movie role with Yancy. You’ve been here for the past week and never said anything because of your stupid movie role.

Nate: Well its not like you were here either for the past two weeks

Rosa: Who cares??!!

Hugh hears everything that’s happening and hides in the distance

Rosa: Everyone ditched me, even you

Nate: Well sorry if I had to go but I told you I needed to go

Rosa: Yeah! The day before everyone ditched me so much this summer it made me feel like crap

Nate: well sorry if i did but i’m here now Rosa

Rosa: IT’S AUGUST 31ST YOU SON OF A BITCH IT’S AUGUST 31ST SUMMER IS OVER. Starting next year we will be expected of shit in training season and soon we will be adults and shit and I wanted this summer to be the last summer that we could do something and you

Rosa breaks into tears and says once again that Nate and everyone else ditched her

Rosa: It doesn’t matter anymore. I figured that since you announced your trip to Alola last minute... I would do the same. I got an internship with the Aether Foundation

Nate: YOU WHAT????!!!!!

Rosa: That’s right! You’re not the only one who will get ahead of something. Idk but I leave tonight

Nate: Rosa during my studies I-

Rosa: I don’t need your bullshit. Infant I don’t need your friendship. Dawn and Lucas are better friends than you are

Nate: Rosa listen to me

Rosa: No, you listen to me. During these almost three months you were MiA. I learnt what good friends are. Dawn and Lucas are good friends. They encouraged me to follow what I want to do and helped me through it. You aren’t a good friend.

Nate: Rosa listen to me please the Aether Foundation is-

Rosa: I’m through listening to you. I cared about you a lot and it seems you care a bullshit about me. I’m leaving tonight to Alola and to the Aether Foundation. And maybe, if i’m good enough, I’ll never come back here. Ever. Goodbye forever, Nate

So anyway Rosa leaves and Nate is so confused

Nate: What just...happened... The Aether Foundation...

Nate then runs home and calls someone from far away

???: Hello?

Nate: It’s me... remember that internship you said I would be perfect for?

???: You up for it?

Nate: Yeah... But sir, the reason I think I'm going through with it is because... I think your “daughter” is in danger...

#pokemon #newbark-town.hc #constarlations #headcanon #WE FINALLY FINISHED THIS #ITS BEEN ALMOST A YEAR #ALL BC OF ME #we blame me going to college

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sugakookiessss · 7 years ago

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tagged by @01bri . thank you so much!!!

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

LAST:

1. Drink: peach green tea from starbucks 2. Phone call: my mom 3. Text message: my friend viviana bc i was telling her about this old lady giving me the stink-eye for blasting celia cruz out the car lol 4. Song you listened to: tequila by g.soul

5. Time you cried: last night over how good haechan looked in cherry bomb (REBLOG IF YOU AGREE LMAO)

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: nope, and wouldnt want to. if we broke up we gonna stay broken up lol 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: havent kissed anyone 8. Been cheated on: nope 9. Lost someone special: yes, sadly 10. Been depressed: yup, but i think my depression is well handled now 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nah man, im a child of jesus

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: maroon/crimson, forest green, & dusty rose

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: yes! 16. Fallen out of love: lol, never been in love 17. Laughed until you cried: every damn day lmao 18. Found out someone was talking about you: mhm, and i shut that shit down real quick. dont mess with a cuban/italian lmao 19. Met someone who changed you: my friend caleb 20. Found out who your friends are: yes, and im glad i have. i dont need any more negativity in my life 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i think pretty much all of them except for like 5 or so 23. Do you have any pets: i have a cat named sammi and he is the spawn of satan LMFAO 24. Do you want to change your name: i used to when i was little because i thought it was boring, but now i really like and appreciate it 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: i went out with two friends for lunch, and then we blasted suavemente and danced in the best buy parking lot at like 10:30 at night XD 26. What time did you wake up: around 1:30pm. it wouldve been later but my mom said she brought home mcdonalds lol 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: facetiming my friend viviana and crying over how good haechan looked in the cherry bomb mv 28. Name something you can’t wait for: GRADUATION!!!!!!! SENIOR YEAR BITCHES LETS MAKE IT GOOD 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: like 5 mins ago lol

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: bring my friend caleb back 31. What are you listening to right now: myself typing this long ass q&a post lmfao 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: idk probably 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: ignorant and uneducated people like ughhhhhh 34. Most visited websites: probably youtube, my online course website, and buzzfeed bc i love to procrastinate by doing a quiz when i should be doing my classes lol

35. Mole/s: i have like 3 on my neck ( 2 of them are close together so it looks like a vampire bite, i know its dope asf lmao) 36. Mark/s: i have a bunch of beauty marks/freckles all over my body, plus scars on my legs for being a complete idiot as a kid who thought she was fucking superman at the playground XD 37. Childhood dream: to become a marine biologist, or go to hogwarts (idgaf about marine biology anymore, but im still pressed i never got my acceptance letter to hogwarts) 38. Hair color: naturally blonde, but its dyed to a redish-brown now 39. Long or short hair: medium-long hair 40. Do you have a crush on someone: nope, all the boys at my school crusty asf 41. What do you like about yourself: my sense of humor, my sass and wittiness (basically my personality in general), and my eyes 42. Piercings: 2 on each lobe 43. Blood type: idk but i think its AB 44. Nickname: tori and grandpa lol 45. Relationship status: single and an independent woman who dont need no man 46. Zodiac: taurus/gemini cusp 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: rupauls drag race, and impractical jokers

49. Tattoos: none yet, but when i turn 18 next year im getting one for my bday and more down the line

50. Right or left hand: leftie! 51. Surgery: none, thank jisoos 52. Hair dyed in different color: shit my hair has been the whole fucking rainbow lmfao. ive dyed it red, magenta, pastel pink, dark blue, red/brown, and purple.

53. Sport: i used to play volleyball and basketball but i ended up breaking my ankle so its difficult to run around now (also im a lazy piece of shit too lmao) 55. Vacation: i just recently went to savannah, ga & washington d.c to see some family (me and my cousin binge watched the harry potter series the whole time it was lit) 56. Pair of trainers: im guessing we talking about sneakers. the only nice ones i got are my adidas, the rest are like converse and keds lol

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: i had sushi for dinner. blessed the fuck up 58. Drinking: peach green tea from starbucks lol 59. I’m about to: finish working on my english project (kill me pls) 61. Waiting for: monsta x first win (wow i love triggering myself) :) 62. Want: PEOPLE TO STOP SLEEPING ON MONSTA X SO THEY CAN GET THEIR FIRST WIN FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORLD ASDFGHJKLDKDFK 63. Get married: i dont think i want to get married bc i dont like feeling like im held down. maybe when im on the verge of becoming a crazy cat lady i’ll reconsider lol

64. Career: music producer, psychologist, or private investigator

65. Hugs or kisses: i dont really have a preference but i guess hugs 66. Lips or eyes: EYES! 67. Shorter or taller: i would like someone taller than me idk just bc

68. Older or younger: older, but not by too much. i think the max would be like 5 years older 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: IM A SUCKER FOR SOME NICE ARMS LIKE SDJSDLKNAFGK;FKFd 71. Sensitive or loud: LOUD. i cant have someone too sensitive it would drive me insane. i have a really strong personality, so if you sensitive as shit you’d probably cry just bc i looked at you lmfao 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: probably somewhere in the middle. i dont want someone who is too scared/hesitant to do anything fun, but i dont want someone who will put me in a lot of bad situations. just a little mischievous lol

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: nope 75. Drank hard liquor: possbily vodka oF COURSE I HAVENT I AM A CHILD OF JESUSSSSSSSS 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: my grandma freaking threw my glasses in the trashcan when i asked her to hold them while i went to play basketball with my neighbor 77. Turned someone down: many times lmao 78. Sex on the first date: no 79. Broken someone’s heart: possibly idk 80. Had your heart broken: by my biases bc they dont know i exist :’) 81. Been arrested: nah, and lets keep it that way lol 82. Cried when someone died: of course, im not that heartless 83. Fallen for a friend:i dont think i have

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: 100% 85. Miracles: no

86. Love at first sight: lmfao no 87. Santa Claus: when i was little 88. Kiss on the first date: depends

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: ayszha 91. Eye color: hazel 92. Favorite movie:harry potter and the order of the pheonix

NOW, TAG 20 PEOPLE:

@won-markiepooh-woo @joshuahxng-kong @owopinky @echoayszha @puppyoongs @shownu-the-muscles @skittleluver101 @trollintraining @blockbyung @u-r-my-bias @puervy @tahyungs @jinn1e @min-yoongle @ole-dole-peaches @minyoong-ii @spidermalfoy11 @johnnys-hypewoman @sunshine-hoseok @joishua

(pretty much just tagged my mutuals. you dont have to do this if you dont want to, and if i didnt tag you and you would like to do this tag go right ahead!)

#tags #tag game #all about me #all about me tag #me #about me

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bluerosesburnblue · 7 years ago

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Liz Liveblogs Bravely Second: Chapter One

Bravely Second Chapter 1: When Duty Calls, Who Will Answer, GO!

Oh hey Kamiizumi. What the heck are you doing on a canoe in the middle of the ocean? Also, how is the boat moving but you are not?

WHO BRINGS THEIR CAT TO THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN???

Yew is blaming himself for the very existence of the traitors like??? Buddy. I don’t think that betrayal had anything to do with you

THEY’RE ALREADY A FAMILY IT’S SO CUTE

Tiz is tracking Agnès’s location based on the birds she can see from her window. What is this boy?

Team went back to Gathelatio for a boat and ended up discussing childhoods. Yew is a sweet little bookworm after my own heart and Edea’s answer is SWORDFIGHTING (”Didn’t you play tea parties?” “No, SWORDFIGHTING.”)

Edea is so excited to see Kamiizumi! He won’t explain HOW he’s alive, but hey! Free boat!

Yew gave a rousing speech to the remnants of the Crystalguard and big bro Tiz is just gushing about how Yew sounded like Agnès. And big sis Agnès agrees! (this family kills me)

“And everyone knows there are no squid on the Moon... only octopuses.” Tiz what... how do you know that? Is the moon colony a well known thing? Did we all just forget to mention that people live there in the first game?

And Magnolia doesn’t even know what an octopus is!

Everyone spies on Yew while he narrates his diary entries to himself and... ah, this must be where the “party members write comments in the bestiary” thing from the demo comes from

“Tiz please stop them.” “EVERYONE PICK A COLOR. I CALL GREEN.” Tiz...

They really are just a group of dysfunctional siblings already. It’s adorable

No one is impressed by Kamiizumi’s rowboat. Also he just... has a cat now. Okay.

Villains are talking about “an experienced assassin” and my jobs list is telling me that catmancer is in this chapter... so is this “assassin” the catmancer?

...those were cat noises in the background so I’m gonna say maybe

Oh god they flipped the perspective on the map so Eternia/Eisenberg are on the right and Harena/Florem are on the left. Oh god I’m gonna get so lost

That boat did NOT last long

Ughhhhhhh catmancer girl is making cat puns ughhhhhh at least Kamiizumi likes her because cats

And whoops now Kami’s cat is under her control and attempting to murder us

Hey! It’s Al-Khampis from the demo! And... Pudgius Bismol. Who was most certainly NOT in the demo

Okay I was worried about Yew being Tiz 2.0 at first but now he’s my precious nerd child

Cute Al-Khampis girl from the demo has a name and it’s Rifa! Yew knows her

I still can’t use the Al-Khampis inn, just let me heal please

“The five star gentleman I used to know” ...were Yew and Rifa dating?

Magnolia sure seems to think so because she’s getting jealous

Oh, so Rifa studies Ba’als! I suppose that’ll be our next target, then, along with tracking Agnès

Someone who looks like the owl guys that gave you summons in the first game is watching the party. It’s... ominous. He isn’t even speaking English, but Magnolia can hear him and understand him (no one else noticed because Edea’s throwing a fit over food)

Oh no he’s a Chomp cultist. He gave us chompcrafts. Time to become excellent plush toy makers

Just leave the game running and the team will auto-make plushies to sell. That’s neat

Oh christ I did it again I spent too long on minigames

Edea just introduced Tiz to someone as Agnès’s boyfriend and his response was to shove his hand on her mouth and basically go “HAHA what no” Tiznes is the best ship

Ughhhh who let Fiore “I kidnap women and wanted to destroy Florem” deRosa teach at a college? At least he bought the team lunch I guess

And they’re studying “somnial energy” to put an end to wars (as if people won’t just fight over the new energy source but whatever)

I can already see where this new “choice-based sidequest” is gonna go. Jackal wants more water for the people of Harena, deRosa wants more water to develop his wonder energy, and we’re gonna have to choose who to give water to

(Btw, Yew took everyone to a folklore lecture and Tiz was really into it. I love that the game makes sure you know that Tiz, despite being a farm boy, really loves learning. Also just furthers my belief that Tiz and Yew would be cute brothers)

T-t-teleport... pig??? There’s pigs that teleport you between towns??? That’s convenient but huh???

I like Jackal, he’s actually a nice guy, but I want the Thief job more, so sorry buddy (and like everyone in Harena)

It’s making me sick to side with deRosa, especially since I don’t trust a single thing he says about somnial energy and his “let’s have everyone move to Florem if they want water” plan is stupid as hell

AND IT COULD BLOW UP A TOWN my god deRosa is the WORST

His contingency for “what if someone uses it as a weapon” is I’LL TELL EVERYONE SO EVERYONE IS EQUAL AND NO ONE WANTS TO USE IT (buddy that’s just how you start Cold Wars, your plan guarantees nothing)

Ah well, I’ve already been spoiled on the fact that this game has time loops, so I can side with Jackal in the “canon run” I suppose (second loop?) I still hate this

God and now Edea’s preaching about how ideals are good but to never forget what people have sacrificed, forgetting that there isn’t even a guarantee that deRosa’s dumbass plan is even going to work! We screwed these people over for potentially nothing! So a little rich boy could feel better about his thesis work!

And the game presents it like it was a difficult moral choice, in a way that assumes that deRosa’s plan was anything short of poorly thought out and horrendously terrible. Also like the previous game didn’t do everything in its power to let you know that Jackal only ever did bad jobs in order to provide for all of the orphans he was taking care of and deRosa did a LOT of REALLY SHITTY things to women just because he felt like it. What I’m saying is, if you’re gonna write something to seem “morally grey” you have to be very careful, and basically not. Do. This. Especially if the choice is between a jackass who takes care of orphans through crime (morally grey on its own!) and a serial molester

The Ba’al is not in its crater. Edea thinks it doesn’t exist. Magnolia and I can see this for the omen it truly is

Magnolia has a communicator bracelet and called up VP Appleberry, who I am assuming is also a moon man given that he speaks fluent French. The Ba’al is on its way

So Ba’al v: Urchin. I think this is the one from the demo? Wasn’t that bad once I started chaining everyone’s specials (save accidentally healing it with Magnolia)

Magnolia’s explaining how she’s from the moon and fights Ba’als which... I thought we already covered, but okay (Rifa’s concerned that A. people live on the moon and B. the moon people have been fighting Ba’als for generations)

Insert *touching but cliche friendship speech by the team in response to Magnolia declaring that she’ll defeat the Ba’als even if she has to do it alone* here

Yew no joke made everyone umbrellas out of the Ba’al (and Tiz is the only one to genuinely compliment him on the resourcefulness, as opposed to being disgusted)

Yew and Magnolia are sharing an umbrella and he’s BLUSHING LIKE CRAZY that’s so cute (and Edea had to explain the Japanese “couple sharing an umbrella” thing)

CHRIST Edea. Tiz was just trying to help by sharing his umbrella. You didn’t have to drop kick him and smash his umbrella. God they’re all so MEAN right now

Agnès is in Anchiem! Move out!

Ah geez, the sandstorm from the demo is back. Let’s see how this gets resolved

Oh good. I’ve been waiting for the moment where Yew tells Pudgius to get lost because he outranks him (the noise Pudgy makes when Yew tells him he had a special sixth star is beautiful)

The Seven Horrors of Al-Khampis sound up there with the Seven Wonders of Twilight Town on the list of “things that are probably not what you think they are.” Wonder if the world is gonna glitch out

Mister Bones: the skeleton in the biology lab that comes to life at night oh my god these are already great

Professor Norzen is making some... weird noises at his star predictions (he’s also the astrologist from the beginning. Time to take his asterisk!)

Norzen set up the sandstorm to take down the Skyhold. Totally willing to sacrifice the people of Ancheim and Agnès. Yeah, no. Glad he’s crazy so I’m less conflicted about this than the Jackal fight

“I didn’t do anything during the events of the first game, so this time I will bring justice!!!” glad that Edea and Tiz chime in with the fact that their attempt to bring justice got a lot of innocents killed last game

I’d heard that fight was supposed to be hard, but I was overleveled as hell soooooo

“It was all a test!” Y’know, I saw that coming yet I’m still disappointed

Go find the compass, he says. What do you mean the cat that was suspiciously on the scene was being controlled by the catmancer. I never coulda guessed

Oh god she’s singing a song about cats and called herself a “meowsassin” can I give her an award for most obnoxious new character?

Wow. One scratch from that cat just straight up murdered Norzen. What the heck buddy

...the kaiser just said “Who’s a good kitty now? Who’s a good widdle kitty?” to Minette and I’m just ???

Mephilia vs. Kamiizumi sidequest. Gho Gettar has two choices: follow his dream and study with Mephilia to summon Amaterasu or follow Kamiizumi’s advice and go give his awful job another try. Not gonna lie here, I’m with Mephilia. While I agree with Kamiizumi wanting him to work hard, I feel like it would be better for him to work hard pursuing something he loves, rather than an awful job he hates just because that job is the right thing to do. And I’m with Mephilia: the break someone down so that you can build them up again mentality is fucked up and honestly more likely to cause someone to give up forever than actually help them

So naturally in the interest of making this the worst timeline and my own love of the summoner job, I’m gonna attack Mephilia. Sorry Gho, go back to your dead end minimum wage job for now

Well, at least Gho got promoted and is happy with his job. Still not super okay with condoning the “break them to make them” mentality

At the Harena Sea Caves for the compass. I think this was a demo location? It’s very familiar

Cats are here. I think we may be late

Goddamn my game hates the Harena Sea Caves. It’s crashed twice since I’ve been here. Thank god for autosaves

...does that compass just have a giant sword attached to the center?

Ah, but of course. Minette is here. (Just let me kill her already)

“Mewtralize” JUST STOP

Oh god Minette is calling herself a cat, and also the queen of all cats. She’s too far gone

Oh and the Kaiser loaned her a lion. Where did he...? Why...?

“Yew Mewnimeowgia” alright she’s dead I can’t take this anymore

Ultimately not a hard fight, but Minette can put the whole party to sleep which is annoying

Well she’s dead, but also handed off the compass to Janne. Annoying until her dying breath

Wait. According to the Journal she’s seventeen?!?! What?!?!?

Oh and it just flat out gives you a list of all the abilities and what creatures give them and the items needed. That’s WAY better than the Vampire blood magic from the last game

The Skyhold is still in Ancheim so the team is gonna see if they can get on it before it leaves. Through the Mill Works!

Ah, okay. So Catmancy skills are learned when ANYONE in the party is hit by a learnable attack, which the catmancer can then cast by using items. Interesting

Addendum: a catmancer/someone with Learning equipped must be in the party when the move is used

Magnolia is very impressed by the Ancheim windmills. Given that I assume the moon lacks an atmosphere that would make air power viable, I suppose that’s expected

Heyyy Private Piddler’s back

“I was hoping for someone more... competent” damn Janne is brutal

Janne is explaining why he hates the Crystalguard. Way back during the wars mentioned in the first game the Orthodoxy’s Crystalguard made a peaceful surrender when the Anticrystalists showed up BUT they also destroyed anyone who opposed the surrender... violently. Which included Janne’s parents. Yeah, I guess having your family murdered and erased from all historical records would screw you up pretty bad

Yeah Janne’s House Balestra was specifically killed by houses Geneolgia and Camlann. So Yew and Othar’s families killed Janne’s

Yew isn’t taking it well, but he’s also not buying it as an excuse. Sad backstory or not, Janne killed Yew’s friends and kidnapped Agnès. Basically, “cool motive, still murder.” And another reason to love Yew for the list

Aaaaand here’s Amphisbaena, which I’m gonna assume is the boss of the chapter. It’s uh... a two headed worm thing? Ugly as hell? One head is weak to magic and the other physical attacks. They also swap positions

A poor showing on my part: I forgot that using the Rejuvenation special attack would make all of my attacks heal so I ended up healing the damn thing back to full for a few rounds

Oh dear god according to the Journal that thing was PEOPLE, specifically one of a set of twins that ate its twin after being mutated. And since the twins were trying to protect Tiz they placed the monster in charge of defending his pod. Holy SHIT the Empire is messed up

Yeah any sympathy for the Empire gained from Janne is lost IMMEDIATELY after reading that

Yeah of course we’re not getting on the Skyhold. They sent their sniper after us

Wait... she’s shooting from EISENBERG? That’s across the ocean! How?

Foiled by a cowgirl and a bored baker. Typical

Also they’re probably dating? At least flirting really hard with each other

I wonder who the person doing the end-of -chapter narrations is supposed to be. She’s talking about love and figuring out if feelings will be true, which I’m not sure relates to what just happened, but alright

Wait the intro video is playing. Didn’t that already happen? Is that gonna happen every chapter? Like anime opening/ending credits? That’s neat, I guess, and it’s very pretty so I’m not complaining

And that ends Chapter 1! What a... strange series of events. I can already see where it’s improving on Bravely Default, and the story is already wackier, so I guess I’ll just have to wait and see if that’s a good thing or not. Until next time!

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