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thewitchwannabe · 2 years ago

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Egg Sandwiches for Dinner

Leona and Donny were in Master Splinter’s room, discussing various things with their father. Raph and Mikey stood next to the closed shoji style door, trying to listen in on their conversation. They were talking about the foot and Karai and the Shredder. The other night Leo came home talking about seeing Karai, and about some deal the foot made with the purple dragons.

“I’ll probably have to go patrolling more often,” Leona said. Raph could hear her pacing across the room. “I think you mean ‘we’, as in the four of us” Donny said in his usual calm manner. Raph and Mikey exchanged looks, they both knew how Leo felt about them going on patrol. “Didn’t you hear what i said?” Leona said, her big sister voice coming out, “things are about to get dangerous!” “Which is exactly why you’ll need the help!” Donny said. And so the oldest siblings started arguing back and forth, their voices elevating gradually.

A loud thud made by Splinter’s cane was heard, making Raph and Mikey step a bit away from the door in fear of being discovered. Both Leona and Donny stopped their argument immediately, “I believe it’s still too early to start taking much action,” Splinter said “we are going to stay alert and respond when necessary”.

Raph heard the sound of Donny opening his laptop and typing some stuff, as well as the light sips of tea his sister took. “I did some research on this new guy Karai mentioned,” Donny began explaining “his name is actually Baxter Stockman, real kid genius. Got his major in robotics at 16, and got his master’s degree in bioengineering at 18, currently 26, and already has several robotics awards. Publicly started working for Oroku Industries about 6 months ago”. Raph thought this ‘Baxter’ guy sounded like a nerd, but his siblings seemed to be worried about him. He pressed further against the door to listen. “Any idea why the foot would work with him? Shredder doesn’t usually work with people he doesn’t control” Leona asked. More tapping, of Donnie trying to find out whatever he could on the guy. “Wouldn’t be surprised if this guy made weapons in his spare time, the genius type always seems to be into the whole ‘rule the world’ thing”, Donny’s sarcastic voice said.

Mikey seemed to sense the conversation was about to end, and so he stood up and signaled to Raph to do the same. The two of them ran back into the living room and sat to look relaxed, but ended up looking very forced. Surely enough Donny and Leo came out of Splinter's room about 2 minutes later. “Dad is resting in his room”, they both had their gear on, “me and Donny are going on patrol, we’ll be back in a few hours”, Leona said. Donny crossed his arms but said nothing. “We wanna go with you!” Raph said, already getting up to come with.

The red banded turtle reached his siblings, Leo let out a sight and placed her hand softly on her little brother's head. “Not tonight, okay?” She said with a sweet smile, Raph had mixed feelings about that smile. On one hand it was the smile she gave him when she told him she loved the drawing he gave her, or when she’d calm him down from a nightmare. But it was also the same smile she would use to tell him to stay home, or that he wasn’t ready to go topside on his own. “You'll be staying here with Mikey”, she still held that same smile. Raph's face turned sour, and he slapped his sister’s hand off his head. “NO!” He yelled, making all his siblings freeze, “I WON'T LET YOU LEAVE ME BEHIND!”. The tension could be felt in the room, Raph wasn’t new to tantrums but he almost never raised his voice at Leona.

Mikey moved closer towards Raph, to try and calm down his little brother, “He bro it’s cool, how about we play some Marco Party?”. Mikey tried to place a hand on his brother’s shoulder but before he could the youngest turned around. “I DON'T WANNA PLAY THAT STUPID GAME!” he screamed at his brother. “Raph, don’t talk to Mikey like that!” Leona said using her big sister voice. Raph felt tears sting his eyes, “you want me to stay? FINE!”, he said as he walked to his room and slammed the door shut.

Leona watched as Raph shut himself in his room, she hated leaving with him angry, but she had to. Mikey made a move to go talk to Raph, but Leo stopped him “give him some time to cool off, Mikey”. Donny gave Mikey a nod agreeing with Leona, and the two left the lair. Mikey looked back at his brother’s door, before heading towards his own.

In his room, Raph tossed himself onto his bed, he reached under it and fetched for Sanzi his favorite plushie. His dad had brought it home with him after going out for supplies and gifted it to him about 7 years ago. He clutched Sanzi close to him as he felt bitter tears roll from his eyes. He knew that Leona was only trying to keep them safe, but he didn’t like the idea of staying behind while his siblings were risking themselves. He knows he screwed up two years ago, during the showdown, if it wasn’t because he froze up and Mikey had to defend him, he wouldn’t have gotten injured and they would have probably been able to escape the fight. But he’s gotten a lot better since then, even Leona thought so, so he didn’t understand why she just won't let him prove it in a real fight, not some training run where they all take turns.

About an hour passed by before Mikey knocked on Raph’s door, “Hey squirt, i'm starting up dinner, you wanna help?”. Raph didn’t say anything, he simply crawled further into his bed, hugging Sanzi ever harder. After a minute or two Mikey got the message, “alright, if you need anything, i'll be in the kitchen”. Raph stood up a bit when he heard Mikey’s footsteps leaving his door. His eyes felt irritated from the crying, he blinked a few times trying to adjust to the low lights in his room. He looked around, his bed was all disheveled, his art supplies scattered across the floor, drawings and murals plastered all over his walls. His eyes landed on his sais lying on the floor. His mind suddenly got an idea, his brother was in the kitchen, that gave him about a 45 minute window where he won't check on him. His master wouldn’t come out of his room until dinner was done either. So logically Raph could sneak away, while Mikey is his cooking trance.

Raph takes about half a minute to decide, he jumps out of bed and picks up his sais. He heads for his door, before remembering to leave his phones on his bed, otherwise Donny would be able to track him. Using every ounce of ninja training he’s ever had, Raph slipped over the entrance of the lair. Taking a peek at the kitchen, he saw his older brother focused intently on the food he was preparing. Once he reached the sewers he walked over to the nearest ladder and climbed up onto the streets.

He came out in an alleyway he was familiar with, this was the manhole they would normally use to go topside. Now Raph didn’t really know where to go next, so he simply decided to climb onto the roof of the nearest building, and follow his gut.

His gut told him to do the usual run he did with his sibling, this time tho nobody was around to see him do cool flips. So when he managed the big jump that always gave him trouble and turned around expecting to hear Mikey’s voice cheering him on, he was slightly disappointed when he was met with complete silence. Still he continued on his way, at one point he reached ‘Oroku Industries’ aka: the foot headquarters, he even caught sight of his siblings on a nearby rooftop. Not wanting to be discovered he ran the complete opposite direction.

That ended up being a bad idea, because Raph ended up completely lost, all the streets and buildings mixing together. A whole hour passed and Raph couldn’t find any building he recognized, he ended up curled up on the floor of an alley next to a diner hugging his knees behind a beat up trash can. How was he going to get home? His siblings probably already noticed he was gone, but they had no way to track him. Images of himself slapping his sister’s hand and yelling at his brother came to his head. They must be super angry at him. A small tear started forming in his eye, when suddenly a door leading to the diner opened abruptly.

Out came a guy with wavy black hair, and dark blue hoodie, he was carrying two trash bags seemingly distracted while singing to himself. “Tengo la camisa negra, porque negra tengo el alma” the guy reached the trash can and opened the lid. Raph grabbed his sais and prepared himself to escape. “nanananana hasta mi cama!” The guy placed both bags inside the trash can and closed the lid, but as he did he turned his head and caught sight of Raph. The guy just stood there and blinked, before moving a hand to reach him, but Raph flinched, getting into an attack position. The guy raised his hand to show he wasn’t a threat, “hey bud, are you lost? it's ok i won't hurt ya”, he said with an awkward smile. The guy walked a little closer to him, “come on out, i can’t really see ya when you're sitting in the shadow like that”. Something about this guy made Raph feel like he could trust him, like he was safe, so he slowly lowered his weapons.

He kept a close eye on the guy as he stepped into the light, the guy’s eyes opened wide, he probably had assumed he was a normal kid. Instead, the human was met with a turtle creature wearing a red bandana over his eyes and holding a weapon in each hand. A few seconds of intense staring were cut short when the guy opened his mouth “wow man, did you know you’re a turtle?”. Raph’s face contorted to one of a mix of annoyance and disappointment. The guy let out an awkward laugh, “I’ll take that as a yes, I'm Casey, do you have a name?”. The turtle didn’t say anything, but his face seemed to relax a little. “Not much of a talker, okay” The two of them stood in silence, when Raph’s stomach let out a growl, reminding Raph that he had in fact left before Mikey finished preparing dinner. This seemed to break the tension between the two though, making the guy, Casey, laugh. “So you’re hungry, huh?, he looked back at the door he had come out from, “wait here, i’ll be right back”. He walked back inside, leaving Raph confused, a few minutes later Casey came back out holding a takeout container. “¡Bye ma te veo en la casa!” Casey said to someone inside before closing the door turning back to Raph. “Come on, we can eat on the roof”

The two of them climbed up the building and sat at the edge of the roof, “my family runs the diner, so i can get the good stuff after my shift” Casey said as he started to unpack the takeout container. Raph watched intently as Casey handed him something, he unwrapped it sort of recklessly, “An egg sandwich?”. Casey let out a big laugh that made him lean back, “so you can talk!” his laughter died out, “I know it’s unusual to have one at night, but i'm a firm believer that it’s always time for a good egg sandwich”. Raph gave Casey a unsure look before biting down on his sandwich. His face quickly became one of surprise and he quickly went for another bite, then another, and before he knew it the sandwich was gone. Casey let out a chuckle, “It’s good huh, my mom makes the best ones”, he said finishing up his own sandwich.

“So now that you’ve eaten, are you gonna tell me your name?” he asked with a playful smirk. “Raph”. Casey slimed, happy to have gained at least a little of the turtle’s trust. “Mind telling me why you were hiding in the alley, Raph?” he asked. Raph looked down for a moment, before turning back to look at Casey, “had a fight with my siblings so I snuck out, and I got lost”. Casey looked at him expecting a more detailed explanation, but he quickly realized Raph was done. “You’re the baby of the family, right?” Casey asked. This question made Raph open his eyes wide, was it THAT obvious? The new confused expression on the turtle’s face gave Casey all the confirmation he needed, “Yeah it just sounds exactly like something my little sister would do”.

Casey looked back up at the night sky, like remembering something his sister did. Raph looked at him, he had a smile on his face, so he probably gets along with his sister. “How old is your sister?” he asked. Casey looked at Raph for a second, and thought about it for a second. Did he not know? “Uuuuuugh, deste, well im 16 and she’s 4 years younger so she’s 12”, he took a second to check his math before nodding. “She’s the same age as me,” Raph said quietly, catching Casey’s attention. “Really? How old are your siblings?”. Raph then went over the name and ages of his siblings, from Mikey, then Donny and lastly Leona. “I was really mean to them tonight” Raph said with a guilty look on his face, bringing his knees up to his chin and hugging them .

Casey looked at him with an understanding face, “you said you had a fight with them, mind telling me what it was about?”. Raph didn’t turn to look back at Casey; he simply kept his gaze to the street below them. “There’s people out there who want to hurt me and my family, they were gone for a while but now they’re back”. Casey’s eyes went wide, ‘Hurt them?! ¿Qué pedo?’ he thought, but said nothing and let Raph continue. “my older siblings went out tonight to see what these guys were up to, and i wanted to go with them, but my sister said no, and I-” Raph choked up, remembering how he treated his siblings, Casey noticed Raph shaking, his big brother instincts took over and he placed an arm around the turtle. “hey it’s okay take your time”, for a split second Casey reminded Raph of his sister, the same smile. Raph nodded and took a deep breath, “I snapped at Leo, I slapped her hand away, I yelled at Mikey, and I locked myself in my room”. Tears started forming on Raph’s eye, he tried to blink them away, but they didn’t stop, “they’re probably so angry at me”.

Casey was familiar with the feeling of going over the line, he had some serious anger issues growing up, sometimes he’d snap at his mom or sister, and would feel awful afterwards. He’d still struggle to control his anger nowadays but he’s found healthier outlets. “I think they are mostly worried about you bud”, Casey gave Raph a little squeeze “I know i’d be if I was in their place, you just gotta go back and apologize”. Raph looked back at Casey, he sniffed away his tears, “I don’t know how to get back home”, he said, his voice almost a whisper. Casey slowly let go of Raph and got to his feet, looking down at the turtle, he offered his hand, “I help you”, he said with the same smile Leona had.

Raph told Casey the closest building he could remember the name of to the manhole cover he came out of. Casey assured him that it wasn’t too far off, once there the two of them wandered for a bit before finding the entrance to the sewers. Without hesitation, Casey followed Raph into the sewers, where the turtle quickly made his way to his home. As they approached the lair, the voices of his family started to get clearer, all of them worried for the youngest turtle. Raph broke into a running spree leaving Casey a few feet behind. “I’ll go looking for him again,” a feminine voice said. But the owner of the voice wasn’t able to take two steps before a red banned turtle called her name.

At the sight of her little brother running towards her, Leona ran to meet him halfway. She wrapped her arms around his body, sobbing and calling his name over and over. “Raph, I'm so glad you’re okay, where were you?”. Raph squeezed his sister tightly but was unable to answer as the sound of footsteps caught up to him. Leo quickly ended the sweet reunion, pushing Raph behind her and pointing her sword towards the intruder. The intruder in question, Casey, freezed instantly, hands in the air, eyes fixated on the piercing red eyes of the turtle aiming a sword at him. To say Raph’s sister, Leona, was captivating was an overstatement, she stood a few inches shorter than Casey, but her threatening look was one to be afraid of. As the rest of his family entered the scene, Raph made his way to stand in front of Casey, “Leo! He’s a friend!”. He looked his sister in the eye, “He’s the one who helped me get home”, Leona hesitated for a second before lowering, her face relaxing making Casey feel like he could breathe again. “Man bud, i knew your sis was overprotecting but i didn’t think she’d point a sword to my face”, Casey said with an awkward smile, making Raph snort.

“Young man, what is your name?” Master Splinter walked closer to them using his cane for support. Casey looked at the old rat, on their way here Raph mentioned his dad had part of his life force stolen, whatever that meant, leaving him weak. He cleared his throat, before speaking “Casey Jones”. The old rat lowered his head and thanked Casey for bringing his son back. Casey felt a bit awkward, he just helped a lost kid, it was what any decent person would have done. Splinter explained, he and his family were usually met with fear and aggression, so they were all really worried for Raph’s safety.

Before he left, Casey felt a hand tugging at his hoodie, “will i see you again?”, Raph asked. Casey smiled his best big brother smile, “of course bud”, an idea popped into his head and he pulled out his phone “actually why don’t i give you my number, then you can call me anytime”.

After Casey left, Raph was brought to the little infirmary they had in Donny’s lab where his sibling fussed over him and checked to see if he was injured. Raph seized the opportunity to apologize to Mikey while Leo and Donny helped Master Splinter get to bed. The orange banded turtle simply smiled one of his genuine smiles “don’t sweat it squirt, i'm just glad you’re okay”.

Later on as all of them entered their rooms ready to call it a night, Raph knocked softly on Leo’s door before entering. His sister was sitting in her bed, a book in her hand, she looked at him with a calm expression, no trace of anger. He asked if he could sleep with her that night, and she just nodded, placed her book on her little nightstand and scooched over to make room for him in her bed. As they laid together, Raph felt Leo pull the covers over him, remembering Casey’s words, he took a deep breath. “Leo?”, a soft ‘mmmh’ left his sister's lips, “I’m sorry for snapping at you”. He looked up to meet his sister’s gaze, the same sweet smile. A hand was placed softly on his cheek, “And I'm sorry about leaving you behind, I know you just want to help”. Raph pressed himself closer to his sister, who pulled him into an embrace, she softly sang the melody their father sang to them as kids, “from now on, we do things together, all of us”, she said before resuming her singing. Raph closed his eyes letting the familiar melody calm him down, “promise?”

“I promise”

Part 1

#witchie art #tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt new destiny #new destiny au #tmnt raph #tmnt casey jones #tmnt leona #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey

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drdeathly · 1 year ago

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Random old unikitty oc showcase???!! (how unexpected)

Here’s doodles of my old unikitty oc when I was still in the fandom. Her name was somewhere in the lines of “Lunette” or something, probably based off of the name “Stellaluna”.

She’s a half-bat/half-alligator almost-completely-blind, nocturnal, ingenious, mad scientist/martial artist with a sharp tongue and a sweet tooth.

(Here’s a very early drawing of her)

In this concept art she seems kind and wondering, but don’t be fooled. Ever since a certain incident - she’s changed for the worst.

I made her alongside a few other oc’s but after the creator confirmed a certain something and I blotted the two out of existence out of anger and shame. But we don’t talk about that. I’ve grown up.

Her origins went through a lot but i’ve settled on this thing (it’s a lot but this is the awfully condensed version):

Basically Dr.Fox and Eaglator broke up prior to the show cuz he’s an asshat but then years later Dr.Fox is like “ok i’ll give you one last chance” and like an hour later Eaglator fucks it all up again and she’s like “ok i’m leaving you forever” and he’s like “nooo” but then she’s all like “fuck you”

Blah blah blah, Dr.Fox gets with Hawkodile after some time and she comes out about her crazy ex (who Hawkodile is enemies with) but a few weeks later *gasp*, she has an egg?! (it’s fiction, I can do crazy shit an say the universe is telling a joke) Hawkodile says, “I’ll be her dad :3” even though he knows he isn’t and lalalala, spare me the fluff and angst please, the child is born.

(very old sparkle matter doodle)

She’s not an “eagle-alligator-fox” because I wanted to make a flying fox joke. It’s mostly a play on words, it doesn’t have to make any sense. Many of the things I do are based off of stupid jokes. Plus, A unicorn had a child with a cat, have mercy on my dammit. And - I could just say that Dr.Fox does have bat genes from a great grandfather or something to make it *slightly* more accurate.

She’s a biological powerhouse who’s not even at the prime of her power, the only tradeoff being her AWFUL eyesight, having to wear goggles when in sunlight due to them hurting her eyes.

She can breathe underwater for extremely long periods of time, she can fly, she’s really damn strong (carrying around a giant tail all the time does stuff to ya), her hearing is impeccable (though it’s a big weakness at the same time), from the bottom half of her torso and below her natural armor is great, plus more i’m probably missing.

She gains a lot of bat and alligator perks at the same time. One big thing though is her personality:

As mentioned earlier, Lunette is ingenious and is capable of causing an entire planet to fall into anarchy if it means her $5 latte with a comically large amount of sugar goes down a dollar (this got her #0 on santa’s noddy list) (fun fact - she got so mad at this she orchestrated propaganda around the world saying Santa wasn’t real almost killing both Santa and Christmas)

She’s capable of creating bizarre machinery and creations like her does mother but is considered much more off the rails with what she creates (and does), often sending disasters in varying forms to the unikingdom or even her own home. She prefers to fight with mind and mech, but when a push becomes a shove she’ll use her body.

She overthinks, constantly thinking everyone thinks less of her. Her clairvoyance doesn’t help, having hearing so good if she focuses hard enough she can hear people’s thoughts. Lunette constantly feels like she needs to prove herself to someone, even if that someone is entirely made up, and these feelings make her so overwhelmed her mind goes feral. Pray you never get into a competition with her!

Impulsive, stubborn, vengeance seeking, and generally kind of a jerk, though her similarities to Dr.Fox is clear with her intelligence Lunette takes A LOT more from her father.

However, these similarities to her biological father is one of the main sources of her self-hatred, pity, and other negative feelings

#unikitty #oc stuff #original character #hawkodile #dr fox #fanchild #original child character

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sl-walker · 2 years ago

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Recently in ‘Lines I Loved Writing’:

True to form, the first thing Cor said after he’d cried himself out was, “Sorry the eggs got cold.”

It was enough to get Scotty laughing, despite the fact that he’d ended up a bit cracked himself there; Corry hadn’t picked his head up to say it, but even though the words were kind of choked, and muffled into a wet shirt, there was a wry humor to them that was almost certainly for Scotty’s benefit.

There was mercy in some rituals, including the occasional use of the absurd to bring them back to an even keel. Especially when they’d been knocked over. It wasn’t really avoidance, just-- space, maybe, to get some air back again.

“Well, I just don’t know how I’m gonna live with this tragedy,” he quipped back, rubbing the edge of his jaw against the side of Cor’s head, chest a little ragged but-- everything still functional.

“Probably by going and finding ten other jobs to do in the surrounding area, until more local professionals beg you to stop. I’m waiting for you to start on the chefs and short-order cooks, once you wipe out the lawn equipment.” Corry picked his head up, drawing away to wipe at his face with his other sleeve. “How about you use some of your moonlighting funds to buy me breakfast?” he asked, after heaving out a shaky breath.

“I could heat those eggs back up,” Scotty said, though it wasn’t so much a protest as an offer; it wasn’t any kind of issue to compost ‘em, if Cor really did prefer to go out somewhere. He leaned over until their shoulders were pressed together, a moment’s more contact. “I mean, unless ye need to get outta here for a bit.”

Corry rubbed over his face, shaking his head for the first part and then nodding for the second. “The latter.” He smirked from behind his hand. “I’ll even let you drive.”

As if he didn’t already let Scotty drive whenever he asked for the keys. Scotty snorted, but he still got up to grab their jackets out of the hallway, giving Corry’s head a little shove as he did. “Least ye can do, given how much I save ye on maintenance costs.”

Corry snorted right back at him as he moved to clear away their failed attempt at breakfast. “Like I didn’t spend four years in Engineering School. I can do my own maintenance, I just don’t want to bother.”

“Spoken like a blue-shirt.” Scotty layered as much woe into his voice as he possibly could, leaning on the melodrama to add, “Ye coulda gone on to become a famous engineer, but then the siren’s song o’ bio-sciences snared ye--” He wiggled his fingers on his free hand in Corry’s direction, aiming to get a laugh. “--and once the boredom had its claws in, it was all over.”

Even as he took his jacket, Cor did laugh. “Are you implying that I was ever a good enough mechanical engineer to become famous? Mister ‘I Made History at Age Sixteen'?”

“Welllllll-- I was maybe bein’ a mite generous--” Scotty shrugged, turning and heading for the front door, smiling to himself once he was sure he wasn’t gonna get caught in the act.

Corry could project his eyeroll just fine with his voice anyway. “Of course you were.”

From Give and Take, Chapter 2.

Why I loved it: These two guys have spent a larger part of the past year absolutely struggling. Scotty’s mother died in January, he almost followed her twenty days later in February, saving his ship and crew but getting nearly fatally wounded in the process, then he spent a whole month unconscious only to wake up in a situation that hits every single last trauma trigger that he’s got and sends him into a panicked flight away from the people who should be finishing putting him back together. And man, that’s just a fraction of the major psychological tailspin he’s in.

And Corry -- who would have a perfectly normal and gentle life if he hadn’t decided to adopt Scotty for a brother -- sticks his whole neck onto a chopping block just trying to protect Scotty, making incredibly hard and painful and consequential choices not on any logic, but purely out of love.

And then, even after they’re both back on the island, Scotty’s still a disaster of executive dysfunction and vulnerability hangover and continuing trauma, so there’s another month he just suffers because he can’t move and his brother can’t help him and.

But one of the biggest running threads through this is just-- the absolute depth of devotion these two have to each other. And I mean, you get to see their friendship/brotherhood on display before this. You don’t doubt by now that they love each other, you don’t doubt they’d fight for each other.

Before now, though, it was never tested like this. They never got pushed so far. They never got hurt that deeply. And doggedly, they pick up the pieces, both individually and as brothers. But even here, months later, they’re not completely healed yet, even though they’re a hell of a lot closer to it.

So-- I love it because it shows all that work. Not only before this year, 2248, but during it. Because before all this, it wasn’t in Scotty’s emotional repertoire to reach out and hold on like he did in the scene before this. He had to learn this. And because even though Corry has just pretty much sobbed his soul out -- and god, did he need to -- he still pulls out something of a joke because that’s one of their oldest methods of communication, too, that kind of bantering and absurdist humor.

And even though he got not-a-little misty-eyed, Scotty kicks the ball along, too, with his dry lamenting about not knowing how he’ll live with the tragedy of the eggs going cold, and Cor handing it back poking fun at his moonlighting and--

It’s just-- them. It’s some of the most them dialogue there can be; it’s funny and serious and kind and I love you.

And I definitely loved writing it.

#scotty #corry #arc of the wolf #long post

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1863-project · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,757 times in 2022

That's 1,161 more posts than 2021!

856 posts created (49%)

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I tagged 1,757 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#seriously this is what i wake up to every morning except unlike emmet i have an abnormally large cat instead of an abnormally large spider

My Top Posts in 2022:

Update to this post: I’m trying to actively figure out whose windup they gave him.

See, they’ve been doing this for a while now. Most famously, Volo has Hisashi Iwakuma’s extremely recognizable windup, but Hop throws like Hideo Nomo and Kabu throws like Choji Murata.

Larry has more of a sidearm throw, which is an uncommon delivery in baseball. You can see it in action here:

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Ingo and Emmet Are Both Autistic and I Will Die On This Hill, Thank You Very Much

Hey, remember over a year ago when I wrote that post screaming into the void about how Emmet is autistic? Consider this an updated version of that post, because I really should have talked about how they both are.

Disclaimer: I am an autistic adult who went undiagnosed until age 20 despite a blatant love of steam locomotives so I don’t know how I was missed considering I had the single most stereotypical interest on the planet. (I’ll touch on that later.)

Anyhow, I’ll try to keep this brief (and will likely fail), but let’s get into how both Ingo and Emmet are autistic, actually.

this goofball Emmet

Emmet’s the more obvious one, which is why I wrote the initial post linked above. He clearly scripts, has trouble containing his sheer excitement about things (read: Doubles) to the point of bothering other people, has no filter, will happily infodump about strategy or the MTA rules if asked, and in the manga has an arm-swinging walk that’s visibly a stim if you know it.

The scripting is evident when you fight him by himself, as his dialogue often feels stiff (in Japanese it’s more informal to contrast with his hyper-formal brother), but the line that always seals the deal for me is actually this, when Ingo asks him to put in a few words before a Multi Battle:

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2,056 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

A Brief Submas Primer

Did you just find out about the Pokemon franchise’s most popular battle facility since the Battle Frontier because of a plot point in Legends: Arceus? Were you curious because your friends were talking about some weird train man and you have no idea what they’re on about? Worry no longer, because this mole person has you covered.

What the hell is Submas?

The term ‘Submas’ is a portmanteau of their Japanese trainer class title, Subway Masters (in English releases, they got the trainer class title Subway Boss). Note that I’m saying “they” - there are, in fact, two of them, and they’re twins.

Ingo (Nobori) is the older of the two of them, specializing in Singles. He speaks overly politely/formally (more obvious in Japanese), has no indoor voice, will yell “BRAVO!” the second anything remotely good or exciting happens, has an overbearing sense of responsibility (it’s an older sibling thing, trust me), and became an accidental sex symbol on Pixiv (don’t ask, he probably doesn’t know either). He’s best known for being the “serious” one and notably has not been allowed to smile in-game to this day, although he was allowed in the anime and manga to be more expressive. He makes up for this by being very, very loud.

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Nintendo NYC had an egg incubator bag so I am now hatching Joltiks in the NYC Subway, just as Emmet would want us all to.

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My #1 post of 2022

In case anyone is wondering what real-world train drama is going on, there’s this.

The tl;dr is that Amtrak wants to run two passenger trains per day round-trip (4 runs total) between Mobile, Alabama and New Orleans, Louisiana, restoring a service that hasn’t been there since Hurricane Katrina in 2005. CSX and Norfolk Southern, two major freight train companies, have resisted this idea, saying it would mess up their traffic, especially since Amtrak’s passenger trains would get priority (by government decree, believe it or not).

So now Amtrak is on Twitch streaming the line to prove the line isn’t too busy for them to run passenger trains.

I’m wheezing.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #IT'S ALL TRAINS OH MY GOD #...and Larry I guess #he snuck in there via baseball

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bugganox · 11 months ago

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little (big) notes about these designs:

(RANT WARNING!!! I rotate little fish people around in my head WAY TOO MUCH so I have a ton of little headcannons!!)

The bottom part of jimmy’s fit is a gift from Joel (part of the dowry from marrying Lizzie, part they are best buds) hence the mezalian colors !!! He is littler and visually scrawnier because of his upbringing and the fact his egg was small and cracked. I didn’t draw his mask (sadly) because I just couldn’t figure out what to do. Maybe I’ll draw him with it later though! I didn’t mean to do this initially, but I realized his face reminds me of the sea monster designs in Luca. It works kind of well though??? -

Lizzie’s scars (zoom in for a better look) are mainly from her time being out in the open ocean, protecting jimmy. I made her bigger and visually stronger because (1) axolotls are one of the few non hostile mobs to attack and eat other mobs, and (2) to represent her kingdom being older and stronger than the Cod Father’s.

I made these designs much more amphibious than the originals because I wish they had leaned into that during the SMP. I love the idea that merfolk were seen as dangerous sea monsters that lurked in the ocean, before the ocean empire might have made contact with the land empires. I feel like this would especially apply to Codfolk because their empire is much newer to be in the public eye, and people probably thought of them as stories of savage swamp monsters before they had revealed themselves as a full empire. Even after people see them as a people, they are still probably biased because of their appearance, culture, and the fact both of the races are carnivorous and prefer to eat their food raw. (Not helping the cannible swamp monster allegations.) Codfolk would probably be super wary of outsiders too, because of the years of secrecy and the culture shock from both ends.

THE SEABLINGS !!!

My first drawing of 2024! (couldn't finish before 12pm)

AAARGH I LOVE THEM I SPENT SO MUCH TIME ON THIS ONE AAUGH!!>!>>!>! Re posts greatly appreciated!!

#Btw thanks for all the support!!!#worked hard on this one so glad to see it not flop #I think way too much about them if you haven’t noticed #I've never wrote a fic but idk maybe I should with all this world building spinning around in my skull ???#I love them lots

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Hi! I was wondering if you could something where the reader is clint’s daughter and dating kate bishop? clint doesn’t know until kate takes him there to stay safe from the tracksuits. thanks!

Never meet your heroes (Kate Bishop x Barton!Reader)

A/N: Just so you know, I have changed the timeline a tiny bit for this episode (episode 2), so Kate doesn’t go back to the apartment straight away after the auction, but oh well… I'm sure you'll forgive me. ❤️ I loved writing this one so much!

Masterlist:

Y/N [8:45 PM]: Hey. So. Show was awful Calling it quits before 2nd act starts. Gonna grab dinner and head to yours after. Hope you have fun tonight… can’t wait to see you again. I’ll bring egg rolls!

Kate 🏹 [8:47 PM]: 😋 You’re amazing - did you know that? Have fun and wish me luck 🤞

Y/N [8:48 PM]: Good luck! And try not to start anything with Armaund. Not in the mood to bail you out tonight 😆

Kate 🏹 [8:49 PM]: … no promises …

Y/N [8:50 PM]: 🙄 You’re lucky you’re cute

Kate 🏹 [8:50 PM]: 😉

Y/N [10:14 PM]: Just got back - let myself in with the key. How’s party going? Hope you’re hungry btw. Brought wayyyy too many egg rolls, and some leftovers the owners gave us.

You stared at your phone as you watched the message send.

On one hand you knew it was probably pointless to text your girlfriend, given that she was due home any minute - or so the clock in the kitchen kept telling you. Still, part of you felt odd being in Kate’s apartment alone, with only leftover egg rolls for company. The place felt oddly empty without her in it, and sure… you were being sappy, but in all honesty you were missing her.

It was your last night together, until after the holidays were over and you were back at school together. You couldn’t wait to sit by the weird looking Christmas tree you’d insisted she erect and open the presents you’d both brought. It was a mini Christmas before you both separated to spend the actual day with your families.

Still, you couldn’t exactly be mad when you’d been the one to tell Kate to go to her mom’s company holiday party. You’d had plans of your own tonight, and were meant to be home later than you’d ended up being. It hadn’t made sense for Kate to simply sit around in the apartment waiting for you. Not when this party meant a lot to her mom - so you’d told her to go, that you could meet up after and spend the night together before you met up with your family in the morning.

After all, you knew things were strained between Kate and her mom and tonight would be a good gesture to help make things better between them. Then again, most parents would be pretty pissed if their child destroyed a historic college relic, in the pursuit of a bet… It was only natural that her mom was mad - hell your parents would have been too, if they’d found out your part in the whole scheme that resulted in the collapse of the bell tower.

Thankfully, Kate - the saint that she was - had insisted she take the fall for you and your other conspirators. As she put it: ‘she had enough money to get herself out of it’. Even if it was true it had felt a bit wrong to let her go ahead with her martyrdom, but that was your girlfriend; she was stubborn and loyal and there was no convincing her otherwise once she dug her heels in.

Ah, Kate Bishop… you’d never met anyone like her.

It had been a hectic whirlwind of a relationship since you’d met, back during your first few weeks at college.

In some ways, it had been fate drawing you two together, what with you both being the only two new students having signed up to the archery team’s trial day. It was rare enough that there were colleges that actually had the sport hosted, let alone that there would be new students as keen as you to try out… and that they’d be half as good too - and given the fact you’d been trained by Hawkeye himself, that was saying something.

Speaking of your dad, however, you knew Kate admired him - scratch that, idolised him. However, you were used to giving people a false last name out of habit; it was your parent’s way of keeping you safe and distanced from everything, especially after the whole HYDRA incident had seen most of SHIELD’s intelligence splashed across the internet for anyone to see. All it took was one click and some decent wifi for people to figure out that the name Barton tied you to an Avenger.

So, you couldn’t exactly be blamed for not being 100% honest with Kate about who you really were.

As she’d stuck her hand out that first day and introduced herself, you’d taken it, and replied with your own name.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

So you’d used your Mom’s maiden name. It wasn’t a big deal at first, given that you were team mates, and then friends quickly after. But when you finally made the move into girlfriend territory… well, you’d be lying if you didn’t say you felt incredibly guilty.

You kept meaning to tell her, but the longer things went on the weirder and more awkward the idea became. How did one tell their girlfriend that they’d lied about their identity? And that their childhood hero - who they raved about on a daily basis - was the same man who potty trained you?

Like it or not, you’d dug yourself a hole - one you’d spent the last few weeks trying to plan a way out of.

You were still digging when Kate used the bell tower incident as an excuse to ask you to come spend a week or so with her at her place - away from dorm mates, angry parents, and all the other distractions that came with college life. Here, in this apartment, you were in a safe bubble.

At first, the idea of a week in New York seemed perfect given that your dad had talked about taking you and your siblings to the city for a couple days, so that you could finally use the tickets he’d been sent for the new broadway show - Rodgers: The Musical. You could meet up with them, see the show, and then fly home for the holidays as planned.

On the other hand, it also meant you had a chance to finally come clean to Kate - especially given how honest she’d been about everything in her life at the moment. Being alone together, for a week, meant you didn’t have an excuse… well, you said that yet here you were, the night before you were meant to fly home, looking for a strong bottle of tequila to down before Kate got home and you decided to drop that little nugget of information.

“Damn it.”

You sighed.

You reached into the cupboard to retrieve one of the two glasses that sat in Kate’s apartment, before making yourself comfy on the couch, your rapidly cooling egg rolls in hand. Pulling the cork from the top of the bottle, you helped yourself to a slightly generous shot of the only liquor you’d been able to find.

The familiar burn was comforting as you downed it.

“Could have used one of these earlier,” you muttered, reaching to pour another one. “Show seemed to last forever.”

It really had - who knew a musical about the Avengers could be so painful to sit through? Then again, you knew it wasn’t entirely down the cheesy lyrics or irritatingly catchy tunes. No. Your dad’s sudden deterioration at the entrance of the actress portraying Natasha was indicative of the sudden nausea you had also felt at seeing your aunt’s likeness singing and dancing about… your palms had gone sweaty, and it took all the strength you had to make your shaking legs co-operate as you’d risen from your seat and hurried after him.

To be honest, you’d been grateful to have an excuse to leave.

You shot your brothers and sister a look as you ushered them out of the theatre, and after your dad.

You didn’t even have to ask to know they weren’t ok… neither was your dad. After all, you felt the loss aching from within, and you’d known her a fraction of time compared to him. Hell, Aunt Nat had been family and there were some wounds time wouldn’t heal, or at least, not completely.

Until then, you had egg rolls, tequila, and a girlfriend to help fill the void inside.

Speaking of, your dad (and siblings) had naturally been curious about your relationship. They’d basically spent most of dinner badgering you about her, and even as you’d hailed a taxi to take you back to hers for the night.

Standing on the street, the icy night air nipping at you all, you’d thought you’d be safe from the interrogation even for a moment. The fact you dad had chosen to stand there, rather than back inside the warm restaurant, said he was more than intrigued - and still as protective as he’d always been. There was no way in hell he’d let you stand outside on your own, even if you were now 22.

“I’m just saying, if you don’t let us meet her soon, your brother and sisters are going to think she’s fake.”

“A fake girlfriend? Seriously?”

Your dad shrugged, mischief clear in his eyes. “Can you blame them? Even your mom and I are starting to think you’ve gone a little loopy, in that dorm room, all by yourself, imaging a girlfriend to keep you company - ”

“Dad!”

“What?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet you love me,” he grinned, knowing it was all too true.

Your smile gave it away, even if you were doing your best to look mock-angry at his line of questioning. At this rate, it was going to be a long couple of weeks.

“I’m only asking. When do I get to meet this ‘very real’ girlfriend of yours, huh?”

“Dad,” you whined, hating the fact that you were a fully grown adult that still blushed when her parents talked about your love life. “We’ve only been going out a little while and I don’t want to rush it, you know. Maybe next time? After Spring break?”

And after I tell her who you are, you added mentally.

“You said that before, honey,” he teased. “I just want to meet the girl you’ve spent your entire college experience raving about, that’s all. Shoot me. I’m your dad. It’s my job to be annoying and curious.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Besides, we both know eventually your mom will just end up finding her on Facebook or something and have the poor kid over for dinner anyway. You know what she’s like.”

“I’ll tell her you said that.”

“And after I brought you Chinese food?” He gasped theatrically, laughing as you rolled your eyes. “Such a traitor, jeez.”

It was then that a cab finally noticed your hand sticking out in the road, and pulled up at the kerb.

“Saved by the cab.”

“You can run but you can’t hide for long, child of mine,” he teased, pulling you in to one last hug. It didn’t matter how old you got, he still would always see you as his baby, and you were honestly ok with that - as long as you got his hugs. They were pretty special. “So, we’ll meet you tomorrow morning? At the hotel?”

“You got it.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before reaching over to open the cab door. “Great. Love you.”

“Love you too,” you echoed as you slid in and closed the door behind you. You shot him a final wave as you gave the driver the address and pulled away into the steady flow of traffic.

And now you were here. Alone in Kate’s apartment. Waiting… watching the clock…

Y/N [11:25 PM]: What time did you say you’d be back again? xx Thought you said 10:30? Is everything ok?

Y/N [11:27 PM]: OK. KATE. SAW NEWS. WTF. YOU OK?

Y/N [11:27 PM]: Ninjas? Really? At a holiday party?! I can’t even with this city anymore

Y/N [11:28 PM]: Seriously Kate. You good? Call me, please. I’m worried about you.

It was probably an hour after your last text that you finally heard the door opening below. Worried sick, you’d curled yourself up in Kate’s bed, staring at your phone and waiting for some kind of signal that your girlfriend was alright.

It was safe to say the tequila was mostly gone, as were the egg rolls - stupid stress eating, a trait you’d inherited from your father, of all people.

Still, you had never felt relief like it before when you heard the door open and voices echoing up from below. It was probably why you were too busy to notice the fact that there were voices - plural - and not just Kate’s.

Instead, you were too busy tossing back the covers and running down the stairs to see for yourself whether she was in one piece or not.

“Oh thank god!”

“Y/N? That you?”

“Katherine Bishop! You asshole. You had me worried sick. I swear to god, the next time you go to a hijacked holiday party and don’t answer your god damned phone I’ll-”

However, you’d barely made it off the bottom step when you saw that she wasn’t alone.

Oh no.

Dressed in an outfit that was horrifyingly familiar, she had somehow managed to bring home two extra guests. One canine and the other the very last person you’d ever have expected to come through the door…

“Dad?”

The word was off your lips before you could fully understand what was happening, or who exactly it was standing in front of you in your girlfriend’s apartment.

How much tequila had you drunk again? You had to be hallucinating.

“Dad?” Kate repeated blankly, dropping her rucksack in surprise. “What-? Did you-? Dad?”

“Y/n?”

“Dad, what are you doing here?”

“That was about to be my question, young lady.”

“Oh my god.”

“I’m sorry. Can we circle back to the part where you just called him dad?”

The whole thing was a tangled chorus of questions and pointed fingers as you all stared back and forth between the four of you. Well, the dog didn’t so much point as whine and tilt his head, but the meaning was pretty much the same.

What was happening here?

“I’m at my girlfriend’s apartment - like I said I’d be,” you finally stammered, feeling oddly defensive. Then again, that was probably due to the fact you were wearing one of her oversized sweatshirts, and not much else. Thank god it came down to your knees. “This is Kate. Kate my girlfriend, so what the hell are you doing here? And where have you been?”

You skipped Kate’s shock, putting a pin in it for the more pressing matter at hand. Sure, you hurried over and pressed a hasty kiss against her cheek, relieved she was back and in one piece. However, there were bigger issues to handle first - including the dog who was currently licking at your hand.

That and the fact Kate was wearing your dad’s Ronin suit - something you never thought you’d see again.

“Wait. Kate? As in, your Kate?”

At that, Kate smirked, looking both amused and offended all at once. “Your Kate? Aw… that’s cute, but um, I’m me. Kate. My Kate. As in, me is Kate. I belong to myself.”

“Getting that, Tarzan.”

“Dad!” you groaned.

This night couldn’t get any more awkward.

How had it gone from Kate spending the evening at a company Christmas holiday party, to this?

No no no. This wasn’t happening. Not like this… You’d had this day planned out in your head. When you’d finally got around to introducing Kate to your parents you had pictured it involving dinner at your house, sunshine, beers, you wearing pants - and Kate already knowing the biggest secret you’d been keeping.

Fuck.

“Uh, ok. Wow. Can we just - rewind here,” Kate choked, a bewildered look on her face. “I - You - sorry. Y/N? You said your last name was L/N. Not Barton. As in Y/N L/N, not Y/N ‘my dad is an avenger Barton’.”

Double fuck.

“It’s uh… technically, it’s my my mom’s maiden name,” you stammered. “My legal name on paperwork at school is Barton, but I go by L/N most of the time so people don’t put two and two together, you know? It’s habit and I didn’t think anything of it when we first met but then things got complicated between us, and I didn’t know how to bring it up.”

“Bring it up? That your dad is an avenger? You didn’t think of slipping that in a conversation?”

“I didn’t want people to treat me differently.”

“So, Instead, you just let me ramble on and on like an idiot about how much I admired him and about my parents-“

“I know,” you whined, feeling yourself turning an ungodly shade of red. “I was going to tell you Kate, tonight in fact. I would have told you this week but things were just so great between us and I didn’t want to mess it up by telling you I’d lied to you.”

“Well, hate to break it to you, but the cat’s out of the bag now.”

“Dog, actually,” your dad chimed, as the puppy woofed loudly - as if on cue. He clearly objected to being excluded from the conversation. “And I’m sorry, but this little domestic drama you two have got going on here is going to have to wait until Miss Bishop gives me what I came for and explains what the hell happened back there tonight.”

So she was now Miss Bishop? Yikes. That sounded even more strange coming from his mouth than you’d expected, and that was saying something.

Why did you feel like a five year old who’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar? You hadn’t technically done anything wrong here - not to your dad, that was. Kate was a whole other issue, as was the secret that you knew she would be grilling you over for the rest of the night, if she didn’t kick you out and break up with your first, that was.

Given how this was going so far, you couldn’t be sure that wouldn’t be the outcome.

“What? The suit?” Kate finally managed to ask, staring down at the ninja-like attire she was wearing. “Oh… sure… right. One second.”

She shot you a look before nodding.

“I’ll be right back…”

With that, she turned and began to disappear up the stairs, muttering all the while to herself about the fact Hawkeye was in her apartment. THE Hawkeye… and that you, her girlfriend, were Hawkeye’s daughter …

You were never going to live this down.

“Where did you get the suit?” your dad asked, somehow knowing it was best to break the ice and handle one issue at a time. The look he gave you was very much his ‘we’ll talk more about this later’ look. You knew it well from your more rebellious days a kid.

“From a black market auction.”

Kate’s answer stumped you. Screw your conversation with your dad, it seemed you and Kate had a lot to talk about later too. “Excuse me?”

“You bought it?”

“Nah, not exactly,” Kate continued.

“So what did you do in this suit?”

“I beat some guys up. Saved the dog. A little light B&E.”

Your dad groaned. “Jesus.”

At least that explained the dog. That didn’t explain how Kate had found a black market auction, or got herself into so much trouble in the span of six hours. Then again, this was Kate, she often had a way of surprising you and sniffing out trouble.

First the bell tower, now this… yeah, no wonder your dad looked rightly concerned by everything. “A 22 year old vigilante? Shouldn’t you be in school?”

You winced. “Funny you should ask…”

Thankfully, your dad didn’t hear you. Instead, he was distracted by Kate scurrying back down the stairs, suit in one hand, bow in the other. She also had snagged you a pair of sweats, which you gratefully took and slid on, ignoring the way your dad’s eyes hastily focused on Kate and away from you changing.

This felt like a conversation you needed pants for.

“So, now that I’ve answered all of your questions, I have so many for you - both of you - starting with, can you sign this?”

You laughed.

You couldn’t help it. Good lord. Of course she asked - no wonder you loved this goofball. After everything, this was what she chose to ask first. Not how you could keep this from her? Or how your dad happened to be in the city? Or what had happened tonight? But, could he sign her bow?

“We’re not done yet.”

“But when we are, can you sign my bow? You’re kind of my favourite avenger.”

Yep. She was adorable.

You noticed the way your dad’s eyebrow raised, as if trying to separate the fact this was your girlfriend from whatever was going on here. Otherwise, you knew he’d be weirdly flattered, and would count it as a point in her favour - even if he hated the whole Avengers thing most of the time.

“Are you ok, by the way?”

“That was about to be my next question,” you interjected, gesturing to the various cuts and bruises Kate seemed to be sporting on her face. “Jesus, Kate. You look like you went twenty rounds with a tiger. I know we have a first aid kit around here somewhere -”

“Oh god, I’m fine,” Kate smiled hastily. She was quick to flash a smirk in your direction as she bragged, “You should’ve seen the other guys.”

Your dad rolled his eyes. “I did. Tracksuit mafia.”

“That’s their name?”

“Yes, Y/N,” he sighed, clearly uncomfortable with this whole situation.

“That’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“Do you think they’re the ones who killed my mom’s fiancé’s uncle?”

“I’m sorry, what?” you choked. It was your turn to be the party in the dark here. Shit, who knew holiday parties in New York were so dangerous? - something your dad seemed to also be thinking. That, and that rich people were seriously weird. Who named all their kids Armaund?

“Your mom’s fiancé’s uncle?”

“Yeah, Armaund III… of at least seven.”

“I… I do not know.” It looked like there was a lot he didn't know and he didn't have an idea how to start addressing it either.

God, your mom was going to milk this story for the entire winter break at this rate.

He sighed. “What I need to know is if anybody saw your face.”

“No. Kept the mask on like a pro.”

“Ok, cause the person who wore this suit had a whole lot of enemies.”

You felt your stomach drop. Whilst you didn’t know everything about the time during the snap, your parents had filled you in on enough. Enough that you knew to be careful and that there were still dangers out there for your family - hence your use of your mother’s maiden name.

“-the tracksuits were just one of them.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“You told nobody about this suit?”

“No, just you and now Y/N.”

“There’s no way you’re connected to this suit whatsoever?”

“No.”

“I need you to be sure.”

“I am.”

“Certain?”

“I am.”

“Really? Because you now have my daughter involved here too, Miss Bishop, and I don’t take my family’s safety lightly. Do you understand what I’m saying here?”

You gulped. “Jesus, Dad. The whole, you hurt my daughter, I hurt you speech? What am I? Twelve?”

It seemed to have got through to Kate, however, given the sudden palour of her face. “Yes, Hawkeye, I mean, yes sir. I mean, yes. I… I do.”

“Well, the tracksuits must have followed you from the auction, where I found you. Did you stop anywhere before that?”

“No, I ran into you and we’ve come here. That’s it.”

You stopped.

Wait. If someone had been tracking her then, did that mean that they’d -

“Hey! Kate Bishop!”

A gruff shout from the street below told you everything you needed to know. Yes, was the answer. Yes, they had been followed, and yes, the mafia were here.

Kate paused. “Now is probably a bad time to mention that my name is also on the buzzer…”

“Shit.”

That was an understatement.

Somehow, it seemed that your fears had been answered - this night had indeed, got worse.

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elentiyawhitethorn · 2 years ago

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HI ABBY!! CONGRATS ON 550!! For a prompt, here's something I found and thought of Aelin the minute I read it (but if you like another ship for this prompt, I love that too)- “wake up and come get breakfast, love.” “…. now…….. when i said yes to this whole marriage thing i thought we were on the same page and you understood when i said i don’t wake up before 6pm.” “i made hashbrowns.” “i’ll be right there.”-

Hash Browns

CW: language

AN: Thanks Anna!! I turned this into a little drabble, I hope you like it :)

Fluff//541 words

Someone was stroking Aelin’s cheek.

That was the first thing she noticed upon gaining a semblance of consciousness. At first she leaned into the touch. The hand was rough and its callouses scraped deliciously against Aelin’s soft cheek. Then, she began to realize the touch was a little too insistent. Not only that but it was accompanied by a voice.

Fuck it all to hell. Someone was trying to wake her up.

Aelin groaned and rolled over, pressing her face into the pillow. “Go away,” she muttered, the sound muffled by the pillow but still audible to her assailant. Because that’s what he was—someone with the malicious intent of interrupting her precious beauty sleep. Damned son of a bitch.

“Aelin,” Rowan’s voice came again, and her sleep-frazzled brain realized it was her husband who treated her oh-so-woefully on this dreadful morning. She would have to kick his ass later.

After getting a few more hours of rest.

A soft chuckle had her whining and sending a half-hearted kick in his direction.

“Piss off.”

Rowan didn’t budge. “Wake up and come get breakfast, love.”

Resigning herself to the fact her husband didn’t plan to leave, Aelin rolled over and sat up.

“Now, listen here you little scumbag,” she hissed, with probably a little too much malevolence. “When I said yes to this whole marriage thing I thought we were on the same page and you understood when I said I don’t wake up before 6 a.m.”

Rowan appeared completely unfazed. That was one of the things Aelin usually appreciated about her husband: the ability to withstand Aelin’s wrath in the mornings. Now, though, she wished a little more terror shown in the man’s face. He smiled down at her, amusement shining in his pine-green eyes.

“I made hashbrowns.”

That was not what Aelin had expected his reasoning to be. And, as much as she wanted to stay strong… Damn. Rowan really knew how to diffuse her.

“I’ll be right down.”

Rowan let out a belting laugh at her change in demeanor and left the bedroom with a shake of his head. Glowering—but excited all the same—Aelin rubbed her eyes and looked around.

The first thing she noticed was the light shining through the curtains. Probably more light than there would be if it was only six in the morning. Aelin glanced at the clock to see it was just past nine.

Close enough.

Still scowling, Aelin tossed aside the covers and slipped out of bed.

She surely looked like a madwoman, her hair sticking up at all angles. But Aelin had not a care in the world about her appearance when she finally recognized the smell of hash browns wafting upstairs, washing away any lingering annoyance and drawing a loud growl from her stomach.

It took less than one minute to pull on a robe and slippers, and slash water onto her face, before Aelin was sprinting (and tripping) down the stairs. And when Aelin walked in the kitchen to find not only hash browns but a full table of eggs, bacon, and cinnamon toast, alongside her smiling husband who had no ulterior motives, no intent other than to make Aelin happy…

Well, that’s when Aelin smiled back.

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doshi-sukiru · 2 years ago

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Okay, time for another blurb from my au!

Meet Macaque’s little helpers in the plaza! Rumble and Savage!

These little miscreants are programmed to help the toddlers and little kids in the plaza in case they get separated from their parents or take them to other activities if they are unqualified to enter other activities.

They mostly stay in one area of the plaza known as “The Warrior’s Journey”, which is just a jungle gym similar to the one in the sun/moon daycare, but with a more woodland vibe and you can join any competitions to earn a prize from Macaque (the prize being a small pamphlet with the image of the samadhi fire ring on it, which is connected to a larger bit but I’ll explain that later-).

Rumble and Savage spend their time there by helping little children unqualified for “The Warrior’s Journey” do exercises and stretches because children who are at least 4ft or are between 5-14 years are only allowed to play there.

They also keep check with all the kids there in case something happens, like someone’s playing too rough or someone gets badly injured during the competition incase Macaque is not available at the moment (he does wander about the building sometimes, as well as the other animatronics during the day). Of course, should this happen, they must inform nearby employees or Macaque to help because they’re too small to actually do anything. Their eyes allow them to see if there are any disabilities/ allergies/ disorders that the child may have (diagnosed only) and try to stay within what they think would seem easy for the child.

They only stay there until noon (when that area is closed so that the animatronics can go to their other stations/ wander the plaza to help children and/or adults) before running around the place like little children would do. They are very interactive, and have a close connection with almost everyone that works there. Even the animatronics know them really well.

It’s obvious they get along with Macaque, and treat him as parental figure, seeking guidance and (sometimes) attention from him. After his program get’s fused with a soul, he actively does his best to kept both the trio and these two safe in the plaza.

Rumble is more comfortable with the Monkey King than Savage, and has a habit of climbing the hero whenever he’s free. They do consider him as a parental figure, but not as much as the six-eared warrior. After the King has a soul transferred into his body, Rumble sticks to clinging onto his legs instead because the hero’s program, unlike Macaque’s, is glitched and can’t really ensure the safety of the kids too often.

Chang’e is probably the only one these two like to bother out of all the animatronics, mainly for her eggs. No one really knows why, not even the people who made them, but they treat eggs as some sort of trophy and always try to steal them from Chang’e’s kitchen. It does get annoying when she tries to help the fellow chefs in the kitchen and she’s missing ingredients or cooking utensils only to find them in their clutches.

Surprisingly, other than Macaque, Nezha is their favourite animatronic. Mainly because of his metallic ribbon over his head that they sometimes use to play on. I didn’t draw that happening because I was too tired.

Questions go to the inbox as always. Now, where’s my blurb about the bodies in the plaza . . .

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felassan · 4 years ago

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Dragon Age development insights and highlights from Bioware: Stories and Secrets from 25 Years of Game Development

Some really tasty factoids here.

Cut for length.

Dragon Age: Origins

The continent of Thedas was at one point going to be named Pelledia, a name initially floated by James Ohlen

“Qunari” was a temporary name that ended up unintentionally sticking, much like “Thedas”

Mary Kirby wrote the Landsmeet. To this day, nobody understands how it works, except possibly her. If she’s “really really drunk” she can explain how it works. There’s as many words in it as Sten’s entire conversations put together

Concept art for Thedosian art - as in in-world art - draws heavily on Renaissance-era portraiture, the Art Nouveau movement, religious styles and media like stained glass, and favorite pieces from the golden age of illustrations in the early 20th century

Andrastianism in-world (art-wise) is depicted in wildly different methods depending on who in-world made the art in question. “One religion, 3 different lenses”. There’s the Chantry take, the Orlesian take and the Fereldan take; each with its own different interpretations, different mediums and different stories

The stained glass images were drawn by Nick Thornborrow for DAI, to decorate religious spaces in that game “and beyond”

irl Viking art influenced Ferelden

Greek and Italian art influenced Orlais

The book also had other insights into and anecdotes from the development of DAO, but I’ve transcribed them recently as they’re essentially the stories DG has recently been relating on the awesome Summerfall Studios DAO playthrough Twitch streams. (On those streams he provides dev commentary while Liam Esler plays through DA. The ones with DG are currently once every two weeks. Check them out! Here’s a calendar where you can check when the next one is) Instead of repeating myself I’ll just provide the link to the first transcript. From there you can navigate to the subsequent parts. Note these streams are ongoing. At this point I will also point you to a related post which is cliff notes of the Dragon Age chapter in Jason Schreier’s book Blood Sweat and Pixels.

Dragon Age II

DAO had the longest development period in BioWare history. In contrast DA2 had the shortest

Initially DA2 was going to be an expansion to DAO. A few months in EA said “Yeah, expansions like these don’t sell very well, so let’s make it a sequel.” So it suddenly became DA2 and they had to make it even bigger, although they still only had 1.5 years of time in which to do this

Production of DA2 officially lasted only 9 months, and at the time the team was still supporting live content for DAO! They finished development that January after the design team crunched all the way through the holiday period that year. Then it went to cert 9 times

The limited time they had is why the story takes place mostly in and around 1 city, and over 7 years (so it was temporal, rather than over physical distance, because a more expansive world would have taken more irl time to make)

They had no time to review even the main plot. Mike Laidlaw pitched the idea of 3 stories taking place at different points in the PC’s life, tied together by Varric’s recollections of events. DG rolled with this and made 1 presentation on the idea. This presentation was then approved and off they went

As they were writing DG realized that there was going to be no oversight and that everything was going to be a ‘first draft’. “Because nobody had time.” He sat down with the writers and said “Look, here’s the conditions we’re working under. A lot of what we’re putting out is gonna be raw. We’re not going to get the editing we need. We’re not going to get the kind of iteration we need. So I’m going to trust you all to do your best work.”

Looking back, DG has mixed feelings on DA2. “A lot of corners were cut. The public perception was that it was smaller than DAO. That’s a sin on its own.”

Despite this he thinks DA2 has some of the best writing in the series, especially character-wise. The DA2 chars are his favorite

The pace with which production progressed may in some ways have helped. “When we do a lot of revision, we often file away [as in buff off] some of the good writing as well. Somehow DA2′s whirlwind process resulted in some really good writing”

The pace meant chars landed on the writers in various stages of completion. For example Isabela was fairly defined due to appearing in DAO. In contrast Varric at the start was just that single piece of widely-shown concept art

Varric was conceived as a storyteller not a fighter. His skills are talking and bullshitting. Hence the question became, so what does this guy do in combat? The direction was to make him as different as possible to Oghren, so not a warrior. He couldn’t be a dual-wielding rogue in order to differentiate him from Bela. But you can’t really picture this guy with a bow. “For a dwarf, it would probably be a crossbow. We didn’t have crossbows, or we only had crossbows for the darkspawn. And they were part of the models. We didn’t have a separate crossbow that was equip-able by the chars. They had to like, crop one off a darkspawn and remodel it. And that became Bianca” (quote: Mary Kirby)

“Dwarven mages are exceedingly rare.” [???]

If DAO was a classic fantasy painting, DA2 was a screenshot from a Kurosawa film or a northern Renaissance painting. (Here Matt Rhodes was commenting on art style)

John Epler: “In any one of our games, there’s a 95% chance that if you turn the camera away from what it’s looking at, you’ll see all kinds of janky stuff. The moment we know the camera is no longer facing someone, we no longer care what happens to them. We will teleport people around. We will jump people around. We will literally have someone walk off screen and then we will shift them 1000 meters down, because we’re fixing some bug.” John also talked about this camera stuff in a recent charity Twitch stream for Gamers For Groceries. There’s a writeup of that stream here

Designing Kirkwall pushed concept artists to the limits of visual storytelling, because it has a long history that they wanted to be present. It was once the hub of Tevinter’s slave empire, so it needed to look brutal and harsh, but it also then needed to feel reclaimed, evolved, and with elements of contemporary Free Marches culture

The initial plan was for DA titles to be distinguished by subtitles not numbers, so that each experience could stand on its own rather than feel like a sequel or continuation. (My note: New PCs in each entry make sense then when you consider this and other factoids we know like how DA is the story of the world not of any one PC). Later, DA2′s name was made DA2 in a bid to more clearly connect the game to its predecessor. For DAI they returned to the original naming convention. (My note: so I’d reckon they’d be continuing the subtitle naming convention for DA4)

DA2 was initially code-named “Nug Storm”, strictly internally

The Cancelled DA2 Expansion - Exalted March

This was a precursor to DAI

It was meant to bridge the gap between DA2 and DAI

It focused on the fallout from Kirkwall’s explosion, with Cory serving as the villain

Meredith’s red lyrium statue was basically going to infest Kirkwall and it would end up [with what would end up] the red templars taking over Kirkwall and essentially being Cory’s army

To stop him Hawke would have recruited various factions, including Bela’s Felicisima Armada and the Qunari at Estwatch, forcing Hawke to split loyalties and risk relationships in the process

It was meant to bring DA2′s story to an end and end in Varric’s death. DG was very happy with this because all of DA2 is Varric’s tale. The expansion was supposed to start at the moment Cassandra’s interrogation of him ended in the present. “And we finished off the story with Varric having this heroic death.” It tied things up and would have broken many fan hearts, something BioWare writers notoriously enjoy. But between a transition to the new Frostbite engine and the scope of DAI, the decision was made to cancel EM, work any hard-to-lose concepts into DAI, and in the process save Varric’s life. DG has talked about the Varric dying thing before

Concept art for EM explored new areas previously not depicted in the DA universe, with costumes that reflected next steps for familiar chars. Varric was going to war, what would he have worn? With Anders, if he survived DA2, the plan was to present a redeemed Warden

A char that vaguely resembled Sera in DAI was first concepted for EM. This fact was mentioned near this concept art (see the female elf) and this concept art of Bethany with the blond bob

The writers sketched out plans to end it with Hawke having the option to marry their LI. This included alternate ceremonies for party members like Bethany and Sebastian if the player opted not to wed. There was even a wedding dress made for Hawke. This asset made it into DAI (Sera and Cullen’s weddings in Trespasser). The dress can also be seen in DAI during an ambient NPC wedding after completing a chain of war table missions

The destruction of a Chantry was explored in concept art as it might have happened in EM. This idea ended up carrying over to the beginning of DAI. (My note: Lol, the idea that DA2 could have had 2 Chantries being destroyed in it 😆)

World of Thedas

Sheryl Chee and Mary Kirby started with “a disgusting little dish called fluffy mackerel pudding”. In the middle of DAO’s busy dev period one of them (they can’t remember who) found a recipe online for this, scanned in from a 70s cookbook. “I don’t understand why it was fluffy. Why would you want fluffy mackerel pudding?” MK says. “We loved it so much we included it in a DAO codex.”

This led them to create more food for Thedas, full recipes included, like a Fereldan turnip and barley stew from MK and SC’s Starkhaven fish and egg pie. The fish pie became Sebastian’s favorite. “To me it made sense for it to be fish pie because a lot of the Free Marches are on the coast”, SC says, “It was something that was popular in medieval times, so I thought, let’s make a fish pie! I looked at medieval recipes and I concocted a fish pie which I fed to my partner, and he was like ‘This is not terrible’”

For WoT the whole studio was asked to contribute family recipes which might have a place in Thedas. SC adapted these to fit in one Thedosian culture or another, including a beloved banana bread that localization producer Melanie Fleming would regularly bake to keep the DA team motivated. “Melanie’s banana bread got us through Inquisition”

DAI

It says part of DAI takes place in or near the border with Nevarra [???]

This game was aimed to be bigger than DA2 and even DAO in every conceivable way

The first hour had to do a lot of heavy lifting, tying together the events of DAO and DA2 while introducing a new PC, new followers etc in the aftermath of the big attack. DG rewrote it 7 times then Lukas Kristjanson did 2 more passes

DG: “Our problem is always that our endings are so important, but we leave them to last, when we have no time. I kept pushing on DAI: ‘Can we work on the ending now? Can we work on the ending now? Can we do it early on?’ Because I knew exactly what it was going to be. But despite the fact that it kept getting scheduled, whenever the schedule started falling behind, it kept getting pushed back... so, of course, it got left til last again.”

“The reveal of the story’s real antagonist, Solas, a follower until the end, when he betrayed the player”. “Solas’ story remains a main thread in Inquisition’s long-awaited follow-up” [these aren’t DG quotes, just bits of general text]

Over the course of development they had 8 full-time writers and 4 editors working on it. Other writers joined later to help wrangle what ended up being close to 1 million words of dialogue and unspoken text. While many teams moved to a more open concept style of work for DAI, the writers remained tucked away in their own room, a choice DG says was necessary, given how much they talked. All the talking had a purpose ofc as if someone hit a bump or wall in their writing they would open the problem up to the room

As writing on a project like DAI progresses, the writers grow punchier and weirder things make it into the game. This is especially the case towards the end of a project (they get tired, burned out)

Banter and codexes require less ‘buy-in’ (DG has talked about this concept a few times on the Twitch streams) from other designers. DG liked to leave banter for last as a reward because it was fun. Banter begins as lists of topics for 2 followers to discuss. These may progress over time or be one off exchanges. One banter script can balloon to well over 10k words. “The banter was always huge because we were always like, laughing, and really at that point, our fields of fucks were rather barren, so we would just do whatever”

The bog unicorn happened pretty much by accident. It was designed by Matt Rhodes and was one of his fav things to design. They needed horse variations and he had already designed an undead variant which was a bog mummy [bog body]. irl these are preserved in a much different way to traditional mummies. When someone dies in a bog their skin turns black and raisin-like. The examples we know of tend to have bright red hair for whatever reason. It’s a very striking look and MR wanted to do a horse version of this as he thought it’d be neat. 5 mins before the review meeting for it he had a big ‘Aha!’ moment, quickly looked up a rusty old Viking sword, and photoshopped it through its skull like that was how it died. “And I was like, ‘I just made a unicorn. Alright, in it goes!’” It got approved. “So we built the thing. It fit. It told a little story”

With the irl Inquisition longsword, one of the objects they tested its cleaving ability on was a plush version of Leliana’s nug Schmooples

The concept art team explored a wide variety of visuals for the Inquisitor’s signature mark. It needed to look powerful and raw but couldn’t look like a horrific wound. In some cases, as cool as the idea looked on paper, they just weren’t technically feasible, especially as they had to be able to fit on any number of different bodies

Bug report: “Endlessly spawning mounts! At one point during development, Inquisitors could summon a new horse every time they whistled, allowing them to amass a near infinite number of eager steeds that faithfully followed them across Thedas. “You could go charging across levels and they’d all gallop behind you,” Jen Cheverie says, “It was beautiful.” Trotting into town became an epic horse siege as a tidal wave of mounts enveloped the streets. Jen called it her Army of Ponies”

The giants came from DA Week, an internal period when devs can pursue different individual creative projects that in some way benefit DA. They also had a board game from one of these that they were going to put in but they didn’t have time. It’s referenced though. It was dwarven chess

Josie’s outfit is made of gold silk and patterned velvet, with leather at her waist. She carries “an ornate ledger” and she has “an ornamented collar sitting around her neck, finished by a brilliant red ruby, like a drop of Antivan wine in a sunbeam”

Iron Bull’s armor is leather. His loose pantaloons and leather boots give him agility to charge

On DAI in particular, concept artists took special care to make sure costumes would be realistic, at least in a practical ‘this obeys the laws of physics and textiles’ sense. “While on Inquisition, we thought about cosplay from a concept art perspective. Given how incredible a lot of [cosplays] are, I now am not worried about them. In fact in some cases in the future I want to throw them curveballs like, ‘All right, you clever bastards. Let’s see if you can do this!’”

2 geese that nested on the office building and had chicks were named Ganders and Arishonk (it wasn’t known who was the mom or the dad). Other possible names were Carver Honke, Bethany Honke, Urdnot Pecks, Quackwall, Cassandra Pentagoose, the Iron Bill, Shepbird, Garroose, Admiral Quackett, Scout Honking, HChick-47 and Darth Malgoose

Bug report: “The surprising adventures of Ser Noodles!” DAI was the first time the series had a mount feature, meaning this had a lot of bugs. A lot of the teams’ favorite bugs were to do with the mounts. There was a period of time where the Inquisitor’s horse seemed to lose all bone and muscle in its legs. They had a week or so where all quadruped legs were broken. It was a bit noticeable in things like nugs and other small beasties but the horse was insanely obvious. “The first time we summoned the horse [for this] and started running around, the entire QA exploration room just exploded with laughter.” Its legs flapped around like cooked fettucine, leading testers to lovingly nickname it Ser Noodles. At galloping speeds the legs almost looked like helicopter blades, especially when footage was set to classic pieces such as Wagner’s Flight of the Valkyries

For DAI the artists were asked questions like “What would Morrigan wear to a formal ball? Can Cassandra pull off a jaunty hat?”

On DAI storyboarding became the norm. John Epler: “Cinematic design for the longest time was the Wild West. It was ‘here’s a bunch of content, now do it however you want’, which resulted in some successes and some failures.” Storyboarding gave designers a consistent visual blueprint based on ideas from designers, writers and concept artists

Quote from a storyboard by Nick Thornborrow (the Inquisitor going into the party at the end of basegame sequence): “Until Corypheus revealed himself they could not see the single hand behind the chaos. A magister and a darkspawn combined. The ultimate evil. So evil. Eviler than puppy-killers and egg farts combined.”

A general note on concept art:

In the early stages of any project, before the concept artists are aware of any writing, they like to just draw what they think cool story moments could be. It’s not unusual for the team to then be inspired by these and fold them into the game as the project progresses

– From Bioware: Stories and Secrets from 25 Years of Game Development

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