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Saw "Wonka" with the nieces way too late, because I thought it was a cash grab franchise milking faux nostalgic manipulation move, and I guess it was, and I still had a good time.
Now, if I were Roald Dahl, I'd likely object to this sweetheart of a Wonka. Wonka's a mad borderline dangerous maverick in Charlie. But this isn't the book, it's an adaption. If you don't know Wonka isn't a sweetheart, him being one doesn't ring false in the film. And books get adapted all the time - various adaptions aren't necessarily a commentary on one another.
So why tie this so deliberately to the Gene Wilder version? It isn't the same Wonka, and that's OK! It isn't Dahl's Wonka, and that's OK! It's another take on Wonka that works fine for what it is. Do they really think audiences would not have gone to watch a lovely romp about a sweet chocolatier anyway? That Oompa Loompas aren't fun without green hair? Look, this setup could have worked as "The Corruption of Willy Wonka" too, but that isn't what it wanted to be. Tying it too closely to another film for the parents' sake is the only thing that suddenly creates plotholes and ooc moments when there weren't any before.
#wonka 2023#Which again shows how bad many professional writers are at writing fanfic#If you write a prequel to something you have to take into account what was written before character wise#Otherwise just call it an adaption#So many franchises write characters with established backstories as if those didn't happen#I don't care if your story works better if Spock were completely Vulcan#But he isn't. If you want that make up a new Vulcan#Or make it a plot point#If you want Morticia Addams to care about her daughter fitting in with a peer group#Explain in story what made her change that way. Because Morticia Addams feels there is no need for that at all her children are perfect#Don't change the character because you want Wednesday Addams in boarding school and the Addamses we know wouldn't do that#Otherwise base an OC on Wednesday Addams and send that character to a school for freaks#The way The Nanny is The Sound of Music set in the 90's#That's fine#That's rather obvious if you think about it#But no one is claiming that Maria was Jewish all along
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Having siblings is a constant I wonder who I’ll be if I didn’t have them (positive) and I wonder who I’ll be if I didn’t have them (negative)
#for me at least#not sure positive and negative are the right words but perhaps it’s still understandable like this#do I love them? ofc who do you think keeps me going most days#but at the same time I think I resent them sometimes#like I’m tired of having to be the parents replacement basically#in the way that most stuff has been on my shoulders for the past five years (almost)#and it’s eating me alive#it’s like I can’t just have my own life it has to be adapted to them#I can’t just decide I want to go somewhere for a few hours without telling them otherwise I’m being called selfish#even when I can’t stand it anymore and need some kind of escape so decide to simply go to any store or place nearby by myself#if I dare not tell them they get mad because how dare you go somewhere without telling us what if we wanted something from there as well#I’m sorry but if you need something just go yourself perhaps#most of these places are not even 10 minutes away by car you can just go anytime#ah I also have to share my car with them#but since it’s my car they never bother to help clean it#like not even once have they offered to at least help clean it#I never go in the back they do all the dirtying there yet I have to clean it all#etc#this is like living with children at times but we’re all over 20#except one he’s not included in most of these#although at his age I did many many things he still doesn’t#but him I can still excuse some stuff#surprisingly he’s the least annoying one#which says a lot#oh I wrote all of this yesterday but today it’s actually worse <3
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Heyyy to ease my nerves I decided to pull myself out of a self imposed state of (possibly? Maybe? Not too sure but it sure feels like) executive dysfunction and instead of staring at my animation program sitting in my lingering dread for several more hours, I did a little SONG COVER YEAHHHHH!!!! FUN SILLY SONG THERAPYYYYYY <3
Okay but this is also kinda a way to trick my mind into being complacent for a bit? Because thing is I would rather be stuck watching the same Mr. Puzzles clip compilation again and again then focus on animating the A Hat In Time project. Here’s the difficulties making it harder and harder for me to stay motivated and work; Last month was Artfight so I’m burned out from drawing, the part I’m stuck animating on is uninteresting to me and it’s frustrating that it doesn’t even look good, and THEN you’ve got the part of my mind going “lol hey we should animate Mr. Puzzles to All Eyes On Me-“ which in turn causes me to break down because NO, NO WE CAN’T DO THAT RIGHT NOW AHAHAH ARE YOU INSANE. If I start another animation project on TOP of what I’m SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING ON that’s called procrastinating and it’s making everything HARDER AAAAAA. So what’s better then starting a whole new animation project? Singing about the idea instead so I’ll feel content and be able to keep focusing on what I actually need to. Everyone wins! :3
…..anyways sorry to those who just recently came to my blog. I promise I’m not always this unhinged in my posts, I hope I don’t scare you away. Just been a lot on my mind recently. I like writing/talking to myself to get feelings and thoughts outta the system so please don’t take it all too seriously. Just helping myself process information is all :D
So enjoy the very unorganized song cover while I try to get better at time management skills
#I’m starting to think I may need to test for neurodivergence…..huh…..#either that or I’m just adapting the chronically online sillies#thing is I don’t have sensory issues or anything that’s an immediate indicator despite the fact I linger in fandoms#like drawing My Little Pony for my entire life? Is that normal?#and being able to memorize every fandom song I come across but cry over not understanding/remembering math formulas?#and I guess I stim with my hands but it’s very subtle and a specific motion I don’t see mentioned often#I call it ‘twirling my wrist’ while having a pencil or pony/object in my hand#which is different then what people say hand flapping is?#but it does happen unconsciously when I’m enthused or mind wandering#all I know is that if I do end up being neurodivergent it’s on a low end of a spectrum…#because there’s not much to go off of at the moment :/#I can read facial expressions and navigate conversations carefully but like…guess I’m always hiding aspects of myself from others in fear#���.man I don’t know absolutely no clue jksjskp uhm 🥲#not gonna make claims in worry of being false on this so#guess I’m neurotypical until proven otherwise#I mean that’s how it’s been my entire life so far anyways#more likely it’s just my depression lingering around making it hard to focus on finishing one task#random#hplonesome art
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10 Generations. 10 Different Heroines. 1 Legacy. Welcome to the Literary Heroine Legacy Challenge! I’ve been itching for a good legacy to revive my love for the Sims 4, and I haven’t found one so I wrote one myself. I was inspired after reading Emma— the family dynamics, drama, and romance were everything I ever wanted in a Sims challenge. So I modernized the stories and adapted them to fit this game. Special shoutout to Designergirl81, who I met through MissLollypopSims’ Discord! The generations of Anne of Avonlea and Dorothy were their brainchildren. 💗 I designed each generation to reference a famous literary heroine. This is a very story-oriented challenge but feel free to bend, tweak, and change as much as you can! Sims Challenges aren’t meant to limit your fun. 😉 TL;DR: Play your own way while letting these rules guide your storytelling! The official tag of the challenge is #TheLiteraryHeroineChallengeTS4. Have fun! Check out the rules here or keep reading!
Basic Rules
Play on any life span you want but I recommend playing on Normal life span.
You are encouraged to play with female heirs. Of course, this is optional!
You are discouraged from using money cheats. Some generations have stories that are related to their social class— so try to stay true to the story as much as you can.
You can live wherever you want unless the generation states otherwise.
Feel free to customize each generation’s race and sexual orientation
Unless specifically stated, each generation has to finish their aspiration and career.
Even if most of these books are classics, I wrote this with a more modern take on it. You don’t need any mods or CC to fit the eras’ aesthetics— but if you want to, you totally can!
⭐ means there’s a recommended mod for this!
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Generation 1: Elizabeth Bennett 📚 Do not consider me now as an elegant female, intending to play you, but as a rational creature, speaking the truth from her heart. 📚
It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that all Sims 4 challenges must start with an heir. In this case, that’s you, which is surprising because everyone else in your life has decided that you are plain, especially when compared to your other two sisters. Lately though, you start to sense that you’ve been getting more attention from your neighbors. One particular Sim hasn’t been able to leave you and your family alone… and you don’t like them at all, not one bit. Well… maybe just a bit.
Aspiration: Successful Lineage
Traits: Family Oriented, Hot-Headed, Bookworm OR choose/roll for the last trait
Career: Journalist
→ Master the Writing skill. → Live in a rundown family home passed down by your parents with two sisters until you are married. → Have a negative relationship with a neighbor. → Reject a proposal from your work boyfriend. → Build a relationship with your neighbor after you reject the proposal of your ex. → Have a scandal involving one of your sisters that your neighbor supports you through. → Fall in love and marry this neighbor then move in with him. → Have two children.
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Generation 2: Emma Woodhouse 💗 It is very difficult for the prosperous to be humble. 💗
Growing up, you were always the sheltered one. Your father was very protective of you, and therefore never let you out of his sight. Of course, that didn’t stop you from becoming well-loved by the entire town. You were known for throwing the best dinner parties and befriending everyone your father and mother knew. Needless to say, this got to your head a bit. You weren’t arrogant, you were confident. In everyone’s eyes, you could do no wrong. Well, everyone except your childhood best friend— who was never afraid to call you out for being a bit clueless at times.
Aspiration: Neighborhood Confidante OR Party Animal
Traits: Self-Assured, High Maintenance, Music-Lover OR choose/roll for the last trait
Career: Romance Consultant or Lawyer
→ Master the Charisma and Piano skills. → Host at least 5 gold-star dinners. → Have a childhood best friend who’s a bit older than you. For example: When you’re 17 (end of teenage years), they’re already 20 (start of young adult years). * → You can’t have good friends who are your age until your childhood best friend ages up into a young adult. → Make a new friend that you treat like a “project” until you two fall out. Choose if you two will reconcile in the future. → Profess your love to your childhood best friend during a heated argument. → Marry your best friend and live with your mother and father in your childhood home until your parents die. Have one child. *It goes without saying to only get with your childhood best friend when the two sims are both young adults 🙂 No super uncomfortable age gaps, please.
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Generation 3: Scarlett O’Hara ✨ “Tomorrow, I’ll think of some way to get him back.” ✨ All your life, you grew up spoiled. Your mother and father were so in love, and you almost expected to have a story as romantic and easy as theirs. However, when your high school flame elopes quickly with someone else right after graduation, you start to spiral. No longer able to get things your way, you begin to self-sabotage and jump from relationship to relationship. Deep down you know you should stop and smarten up but frankly, my dear, you don’t give a damn.
Aspiration: Soulmate— you fail this
Traits: Materialistic, Genius, Jealous OR choose/roll for the last trait
Career: None until your divorce then become a Manual Laborer + Barista
⭐ Recommended Mods: Healthcare Redux Mod, Extreme Violence Mod
→ Don’t master any skill. → Have a high school flame who elopes with someone else. → Elope immediately with someone else. Have them die tragically.* → Marry another person quickly who you have bad compatibility with. Get negative romance with them right before they pass.* → Marry a third time. Have them catch you in a compromising moment with your high school flame, which leads to a divorce that leaves you with nothing. → End up working two part time jobs to keep your household running. → Have 4 kids with your 3 husbands (you can cheat for twins, if you want). *You decide how they die. I recommended having mods like the Healthcare Redux and Extreme Violence in your game for realistic roleplay reasons— but if he gets tragically eaten by a Cowplant that works too! 🙂
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Generation 4: Jo March 🧾 “When the first soreness was over, she could laugh at her poor little book, yet believe in it still, and feel herself the wiser and stronger for the buffeting she had received.” 🧾 Growing up was not easy for you. Your childhood was incredibly unpredictable with your mother jumping from relationship-to-relationship. And when things started to stabilize emotionally, you ended up in poverty. Luckily, you had your siblings to cling to, and a passion for writing that’s unmatched. You wrote a ton of things across different genres, except for romance which you didn’t quite understand. In fact, everyone always expected you to be a little woman, not rough or wild, but you knew in your heart that’s not what you were destined to become.
Aspiration: Best-Selling Author
Traits: Creative, Unflirty, and Ambitious OR choose/roll for the last trait
Career: Author
⭐ Recommended Mods: Writing Career Overhaul, SNB Banking
→ Master the Writing and Logic skills. → Be best friends with all of your siblings. → Start selling short stories as a teenager to help pay the bills. → Get a best friend in high school who professes their love to you during graduation. Turn them down. Optional: Have them marry one of your other siblings. → Move away to the city to focus on your writing. Always send 30% of your income to your mother until she dies. → Due to a tragedy in the family, adopt a child of one of your siblings.* → Win a Starlight Accolade for one of your novels. → Never marry but live a fulfilling life. *They are to be the next heir to preserve the bloodline. You can adopt more if you want.
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Generation 5: Anne Shirley 📖 “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.” 📖 You were adopted by your aunt and lived a happy childhood. Despite being surrounded by family drama, you never let it dampen your spirit. You struggled with social cues and caused mayhem wherever you went— of course, that never stopped you from making your voice heard. You were, afterall, raised by someone who was never afraid to make a point. However, unlike your aunt, you always longed for romance. You always imagined big declarations of passion— but perhaps it’s time to learn that love creeps to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways.
Aspiration: Academic OR Soulmate
Traits: Romantic, Socially Awkward, and Loyal OR choose/roll for the last trait
Career: Education Career
⭐ Recommended Mod: Education Overhaul
→ Master the Research and Debate skill. → Have a childhood enemy that you become best friends with in high school. → Go to University and study Language and Literature. → Fall out with your best friend while in University. → Start dating someone you meet in University but break up right after graduation. → Get a job in the Education Career and write on the side. → Reconnect with your former best friend and realize you love them. → Get married to your best friend. → Retire from the Education career and become a freelance writer in your twilight years.
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Generation 6: Nancy Drew 🔍 “I don't promise to forget the mystery, but I know I'll have a marvelous time.” 🔍 Every bedtime, your mother read you stories that she and your grandmother wrote. Among all of those, it’s your grandmother’s mysteries that impacted you the most. There was something so thrilling about being a heroic, fearless woman who helped others out. Because of this, you gained a bunch of friends who loved you very deeply. With their support, you grew up as a well-known detective who can solve any case. It was a fun life, but you eventually settled down in Henford-On-Bagley to have a family of your own.
Aspiration: Friend of the World
Traits: Generous, Nosy, and Outgoing OR choose/roll for the last trait
Career: Detective OR ⭐ Zerbu’s Simvestigations Mod
→ Master the fitness skill. → Be close friends with both your parents. → Have 2 best friends who are either your roommates (Discover University) or live in the same apartment complex as you (For Rent) for your entire YA life. → Get engaged to someone you meet on-the-job. → Before marrying your fiance, go on a trip to Selvadorada with your 2 best friends and explore the Jungle Temples. → Settle down in Henford-On-Bagley and have a farm life of your own. → Never move away once you settle in Henford-On-Bagley.
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Generation 7: Dorothy Gale 🐶 “If we walk far enough, we shall sometime come to someplace.” 🐶 Growing up you knew that there was more to the world than what was outside your own backdoor. Afterall, your mother was a famous detective— if she went on her own adventures, why can’t you?
With her and your father’s support, you spend your young adult life traveling. You made some great friends along the way (and even some loves), but eventually you start to wonder if there is no place like home.
Aspiration: Local Aspirations— complete at least two
Beach Life
Mt. Komorebi Sightseer
Fount of Tomarani Knowledge
Traits: Adventurous, Dog Lover, and Loves Outdoors OR choose/roll for the last trait
Career: Any Freelance Career
⭐ Recommended Mods: SimNation Travel, Home Region
→ Have a dog that goes everywhere with you. → Live in 3 or more worlds during your Young Adult life. → Make 3 best friends that each teach you a valuable life lesson. → After making your three best friends, use reward points to add the following traits: Brave, Savant, and Incredibly Friendly. → As an adult, realize you miss your family and return home. → Have a long distance relationship with the father of your children.
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Generation 8: Wendy Darling 🌟 “She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. ” 🌟 You grew up waiting. First, for your father’s seasonal visits… which eventually stops when you become a teenager. Next, for the opportunity to leave Henford-on-Bagley to pursue your dreams of becoming an actress. And finally, for your first love, a man who refused to propose to you, no matter how long you waited for him to. Eventually you grew tired waiting and decided to grow up. You married a sensible man, had a child, and gave up your dreams of becoming an actress. Still, you held on to the dreams of your first love and end up reconnecting in a night of passion that leaves you pregnant with his child. Realizing that he’ll never grow up, you decide to dedicate your life to your family and husband.
Aspiration: Master Actor/Actress - you fail this or the⭐ Housewife Aspiration (after you marry)
Traits: Perfectionist, Proper, and Cheerful OR choose/roll for the last trait
Career: Actor/Actress
→ Master the Parenting skill. → Have a distant family dynamic with your father who never lives with you. → Join the drama club and meet your first love. Optional: He has the childish trait. → Give your first love all of your major romantic milestones. → Lose touch with your first love when you move to Del Sol Valley. → Marry a man you’d consider as sensible. Have one child with him. → Have a one time secret affair that results in another child. → Dedicate your life to your children afterwards.
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Generation 9: Alice Liddell 🐰 “It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.” 🐰
There were times you felt like you never truly belonged anywhere. While everyone at home lived and abided by your parents’ rules, your head was always in the clouds. Sensibilities and propriety were never in your vocabulary, much to the disdain of your father and the rest of your siblings. Still, you were a free spirit that could never be controlled. After moving out as a young adult, you fell in love with cooking and mixology. You also met a group of misfits who were as different as you. Every Sunday, you’d host special “tea” parties with them, that broadened your worldview and made you realize that the world gets curiouser and curiouser with each passing day.
Aspiration: Master Mixologist or Master Chef
Traits: Clumsy, Foodie, and Childish OR choose/roll for the last trait
Career: Culinary Career
⭐ Recommended Mods: Basemental, Grannies Cookbook, Open Love Life
→ Master the Cooking and Mixology Skills. → Have a juice/nectar hobby on the side. → Have a club with people who have weird or eccentric traits.* → Fall in love with someone with the Erratic Trait. → Host “tea” parties every Sunday in your own home. ⭐ Optional: Use the Basemental Mods and have your Sims get high on dope/drunk on alcohol during the tea parties. → Dye your hair a different, brighter color. → Live in a quirky and colorful house. → Befriend a rabbit who you talk to constantly. Name them The Mad Hatter. → ⭐ Optional: Be in a polyamorous relationship with Romantic Boundaries OR the Open Love Life Mod → Have two children. *You decide what weird and eccentric means.
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Generation 10: Countess Ellen Olenska 🎨 “The real loneliness is living among all these people who only ask one to pretend.” 🎨
You appreciated your mother’s lifestyle. You saw the world for what it could become, and not what everyone wanted it to be. However, you worried about your younger sister. You saw her innocence and wanted to protect it. When you turned into a young adult, you moved away and took your sister with you to start anew. However, life was not always easy. Straight out of teenhood, you married someone from a different city and had a tumultuous relationship with him. You separate with him and continue to care for your sister. You’re able to provide for her through your paintings, which also brought you a lot of fame. When she grew up into a Young Adult, she formed an attachment with a man that… intrigued you. She married him. This kept him in your life, but made it difficult for you to ignore your feelings. One night, you find yourself alone together, and you must make a choice: stay with him and break your sister's heart, or leave forever to give them peace. You have a price to pay either way— we can't behave like people in novels without consequence, can we?
Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire
Traits: Gloomy, Art Lover, and Family Oriented OR choose/roll for the last trait
Career: Critic
⭐ Recommended Mods: RPO, Wonderful Whims, Custom Relationship Bits, Soulmates
→ Master the Painting Skill. → Become a Level 3 Celebrity with your paintings. → Marry someone who isn’t your soulmate straight out of high school. Have a negative relationship with him before separating. ⭐ Optional: Only temporarily separate with him using the RPO Mod. → Be best friends with your sister. → Become soulmates with the partner of your sister without consummating the relationship. → When you’re an adult, invite your sister’s partner over, and make a choice— woohoo together and break your sister's heart, or end the emotional affair. → If you woohoo together - Tell your sister the next day and become enemies. Name your child after them. → If you end the emotional affair - Move away from your love and get back together with your ex-husband. Die without having your own children.
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*cracks knuckles*
Well, as a Devil's Minion fan from way back, I'll flat-out say why, if this is really how Daniel was turned, why I'll hate it:
Because even more in the show than in the books, it's been established that companions are made out of love. Not out of panic and definitely not out of spite and anger.
Because love, in the end, is what trumps what Armand thinks about Maker-Fedgling relationships and how they end up becoming. Armand risked his deeply held beliefs about Maker and Fledgling relationships never working out because of love. His love for one human boy, who really wasn't any more or less special than any other human in the world except that Armand found him special. He fascinated Armand and contrary to every interaction with mortals in his life from the moment he was turned, he connected and fell in love with this one. To Daniel.
To the point that the very idea of living without Daniel filled him with more fear than even the possibility of Daniel hating him.
"I told you. It's just a dream. But if you want a name, let me call it the gateway of life and death. I'll bring you with me through this gateway. And why? Because I am a coward. And I love you too much to let you go."
This paragraph right here. This is why Armand turns Daniel and is not only a beating heart of their relationship but of Armand's character growth on this whole subject of having never turned some one before.
This isn't just about Daniel knowing Armand is a monster. It's about him loving that monster before he becomes one himself. Because loving a monster when you are still a human yourself? Especially given what human older Daniel on the show has been saying all this entire time about vampires and how he distains what they are? Refusing to be turned when Louis offered?
Okay, Daniel saw Armand as a monster. And? Because that is not all there is to it, or Armand would have turned Daniel in Pompeii in the books after stalking him for 4 years where he showed that side of himself to Daniel very well.
And look, it would have been an even harder task for older human Daniel to reconcile that love -- loving Armand of all monsters -- whether he knew about anything that happened in the past between them (if it happened) or not, given the full life Daniel has now led. But it still could have been done IMO.
Daniel falling in love with Armand after he's already been turned by Armand into a monster himself and seems to have taken to it like a duck to water? Who cares? In this scenario, he only hates Armand for some personal grievances not because, you know Armand is denying him immortality and Daniel thinks that means Armand doesn't really love or care about him, which is how it was in the book. And with an older Daniel, who was actively dying, there would have been even more to explore wrt all of this.
In the books, Louis and Lestat only knew each other for 3 night before Louis was turned, and with that even -- on night one -- things started out with Lestat attacking Louis out of nowhere.
The show, however, went to the full trouble of having Lestat turn Louis after months of courting between them, in a church in a clear analogy to a wedding. And them both clearly in love with each other.
And somehow, with Armand and Daniel who actually have a darkly romantic turning in the book in a vision of Pompeii where they both first declared they loved each other -- that they might not only not get that but get less than Louis and Lestat got? To the point that they may not even be in love yet?
Yeah, no. I will flat-out call it a bad adaptation of Devil's Minion if the show really has done that here. Because it guts the actual complexity to the love part of their love story. And the character growth from Armand that came from it. Because Daniel was human and because Armand had to make a choice to either lose Daniel in death or risk almost 500 years of belief and trust that turning Daniel wasn't going to mean he'd lose Daniel.
Doing it this way, without the love? Armand really risks nothing. Yeah, he bound himself to a whip-smart person who hates him. Yay. Whatever. Given that Daniel can't seem to find him, Armand looks to not have stuck around long enough to try and even care a little bit about his one and only fledgling that he didn't mind breaking 500 years of not turning anyone to turn.
But I just wrote a meta about the show purposefully framing Armand in a villain/antagonist way, so it does fit with that IMO. 🤷🏾♀️
So no, I'm sorry but it damn well does matter to me if Daniel and especially Armand were in love with each other before Daniel was turned. Vampire companionship being made of out love -- a Maker making their companion out of love and those being the enduring companionship -- is a thing I'm noticing very much in the Prince Lestat books. I don't see any sort of move like this enhancing their story at all. IMO it just adds less complexity if that's how it really went down.
So yeah, Daniel having been made by Armand out of anything other than love -- at the very least on Armand's part? Yes, I will hate that if that turns out to be the case of this. Because not only does it gut the complexity of their entire pre-turning relationship, but it guts the conflict and complexity of this post-turning one as well IMO.
I'm willing to listen to anyone with a good argument to the contrary but for now? Out of everything, Armand turning Daniel out of anything but love? That's not Devil's Minion or ever why Armand would ever break his never-turing-someone rule. No matter what else he has or hasn't pulled in the past.
And just personally? I think there is something purposefully off about all of this. If not just because this show is so planned wrt things that they can deliberately call back to things from the first three episodes from last season to deliver a coup de gras about the trial, plus would go to all the trouble of making it very clear that Lestat and Louis were very much in love with each other when Louis was turned . . . I can't see how they would drop the ball of Armand and Daniel's love story. Not like this.
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Okay so,
There seems to be this negative reaction to the finale from a lot of Devil's Minion fans and I don't understand it for a lot of reasons, but one of them is ... I don't get why people are upset that, when read at it's worst, Armand and Daniel are seemingly not on good terms after Daniel is turned. I keep seeing this belief that Armand "abandoned" him, which I think is fully pulled from y'alls collective ass, and a disappointment that Daniel would call Armand a "fucking asshole."
But the thing about Armand/Daniel everyone seems to be forgetting is that even in the source material, they first had to tear each other down to their bare bones before they could see each other well enough to love one another -- REALLY love one another. Because Armand is a russian nesting doll of lies, masks, and emotional walls, and with Daniel, idek if I can explain it properly, but I think its some combination of Armand needing to break him a bit to get him on his level of broken freakitude, and also Armand not being able to relate to the 20th Century Human period and needing to drill down into Daniel's core, straight down into the monkey brain that every homo sapien has shared for eons, before he can find something he understands.
If we were to ever get a proper Devil's Minion storyline on this show (and we will), they've laid the perfect groundwork by having Daniel EVISCERATE Armand right to his face, slicing his Gorgon's knot of lies and schemes in half and leaving it lay on that table. And Armand's face! HIS FACE! He can't believe it! Seventy-seven years with Louis who never could unravel all the strings, or simply didn't care to even bother. And THIS guy who seemingly hates him found Armand fascinating enough to try. AND succeed!
And why wouldn't he? Daniel may not have remembered until they were nearing the end of the interview, but Armand SHOWED Daniel what was beneath the mask years ago, the very first time they met. The jealous, insecure, desperate creature that was hiding under there, that IS Armand to Daniel.
I'm getting off track here, but what I'm trying to say is that as much as Armand turning Daniel in the books is SUCH a flawless scene, ultimately, if you believe in the infinite and eternal nature of their love story, it doesn't matter whether Armand turned Daniel before they fell for each other, afterward, during a break-up or at the climax of their most romantic streak. Like Lestat said, "We'll be together ten thousand nights, a hundred thousand. What we're doing is hard."
So maybe Armand turned Daniel shortly after Daniel stripped him bare in front of Louis, and Louis was so disgusted by what he saw, he threw him into a stone wall. Daniel could have run, too. For some reason, he didnt. Armand could have killed him in an instant, sitting at that table or after Louis left. He didn't. Armand made a conscious decision to tie himself to this man who just exposed him for ETERNITY. Because as horrific an experience as it was, as devastating and life-altering, he was seen.
"It is difficult to explain how his words disarmed me, how efficiently succinct and impenetrable his argument was. All my conceptions, even my guilt and my wish to die, seemed utterly unimportant, and I completely forgot myself and the barbaric scene that surrounded me. For the first time in my life, I was seen."
Louis said those words to Lestat as he described being made a vampire, when he kissed Lestat on the altar.
That feeling, of someone cutting to the core of you and telling you exactly what you are as no one else has ever been able to understand, made Louis accept the Dark Gift from Lestat.
And it made Armand give that Gift to Daniel.
#Armand turing Daniel over any reason other than because he loves him?#yes I WILL call it a bad adaptation of their relationship -- freely -- if the show really has done that#right now I don't THINK they have#there IS room to make that happen -- at least on Armand's part#otherwise? the complexly of the relationship and Armand's character on this topic has been gutted IMO#to something much more simplistic#but the show still has my trust at this point for now#so I'm willing to see how they swing this#and look I'm really not trying to rain on anyone's parade here#if you're just happy Daniel is a vampire I'm not trying to harsh that feeling okay?#I've just been waiting decades for this storyline/pair to be adapted -- and the idea of Armand turning Daniel without loving him first?#*shaking my head*#Armand#The Vampire Armand#Daniel Molloy#Devil's Minion#The Devil's Minion#Makers and Fledglings#Interview with the Vampire#amc iwtv#iwtv#iwtv spoilers
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illicit affairs - joe burrow

secretboyfriend!joe x fem!reader
summary: you started out as friends but once things start to progress, it takes more than the threats given to you by the NFL for you two to stop seeing each other.
warnings: use of ‘y/l/n’, secret relationship, swearing (very little)
word count: 3.6k
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when it came to working with the cincinnati bengals, it was simple. you edit the film for the players to watch on the many tablets that reside on the sidelines, then you go home.
when you were hired for the job, the contract was extensive. you were to:
1. stay away from the players outside of the stadium if it meant the occasion would lead to foul play.
2. agree on certain clips and informtion being confidential.
3. not discuss what happens to each player if it is not known, public information.
4. and again... stay away from the players if it meant foul play would be the outcome.
you could look at the players or their wives and girlfriends as friends, you could meet for dinner or even post-game celebrations. but if it was a solo outing and things looked steamy, you were conference room bound.
but when it came to a certain quarterback, the temptation was strong. intensely compelling even.
nothing was worth losing your job; and you meant nothing.
very few occasions did you come upon where it was hard to speak to him. just this last time, it had led to an impromptu bathroom break to collect your thoughts. but otherwise, you needed to keep it professional.
professional for the higher-ups and the officials that were constantly hovering over your shoulder and asking you to transfer certain clips to them before they even reached the players.
professional so the players wouldn’t suspect anything.
professional so the fans wouldn't disect the clips or photos of every time you two were seen together.
because only the two of you were to know what has happened and what will happen outside of that stadium.
it all started when you were given a request by a certain quarterback for a clip where people were calling his accuracy questionable. he could have waited for the mass release of the whole game to be uploaded or even ask the coach to put in a request for a certain timeframe so he was able to rewatch this "questionable" play.
instead, he went straight to the source.
"i didn't want any delay, i just need to see what was happening."
that was the main excuse for his sudden knock on the media room door. players rarely came up to that door. but after an outfit change and a long press conference, joe burrow was determined to get that thirty second clip onto his tablet as soon as he wanted it.
but after conversing with you, he knew that wasn't going to be the last time he was going to see you.
it quickly became repetitive. at first, you didn't realize that maybe his visits were intentional. some may call you naive, but you were sure that it was really, truly impossible.
joe burrow taking time out of his day to come see you? yeah right, cue the laughing track.
but when he got closer, pulled out one of the rolling chairs and asked you to explain what you were doing, the heat practically radiated off of your cheeks to represent just how nervous you were. you had just adapted to his random visits, requesting clips. but now, he was acting interested in what you were doing. it was truly impossible.
that was all you could tell yourself. joe burrow was... a lot of things. you, not so much. so what made you different from all of the well-known, famous females he had at his fingertips?
first, he offered to walk you to your car. you had politely declined and said that the pink container of pepper spray you had in your bag would do the job. if you were being honest, the guards that watched over the parking lot were the only things that kept you safe. when it was just you at the end of the night, you'd be too scared shitless to dig for a small pink container, let alone unlock it and coordinate a decent aim to knock them onto their ass.
so, an offer from someone other than a guard or an off-duty custodian was nice for a change. you declined him anyways.
what came with a decline, was a follow-up visit.
"i was wondering if you had any backlog of clips from the game against the commanders? i'd like to revist... you know?"
"i have backlog from the beginning of my stay here. care for a game from twenty twenty-one?"
joe sat there as you looked in the file from the game he wanted. you offered the whole game or him specifically; you had both.
"the whole game works."
with a few clicks and a thirty second wait, you spun your chair in his direction.
"check your tablet." you say and nod your head at the device that sat on his leg while he waited. he seen a gray square start to show up with a loading signal circling in the middle of it. give or take a minute or two, a clip that was an hour and a half long had been uploaded.
"thanks."
you thought he'd head out after that. but he didn't. he asked how long you had and you told him you were packing up now.
you watched him stand up, unknowing of what was to come.
the both of you had stopped at your car first. he lingered for a second before he gave you a look. a look that signified more than you'd like to admit. you insisted on putting your bags and equipment down first and then the conversation could continue.
but before you knew it, the both of you were in the back of your car... the rest of the night simply ahead of you. the back of your car wasn’t ideal, but it kept the both of you away from being seen by anybody.
nights like that one only continued. it happened another time or two before he offered to take you somewhere else.
"no, we shouldn't." you insisted and at the time, he agreed.
the sneaking around didn't stop, it seemed too easy of a task. that was probably the worst thing you had ever admitted.
a few more identical excursions took place before joe stopped agreeing that you two shouldn’t be doing this.
“what happens with us, stays between us. nobody is going to know.”
he melted the worries that swarmed your head. somewhere down the line of history within the nfl, you couldn’t have been the first ones to play the officials and sneak around a couple times.
you finally agreed one night. but that night, wasn’t the end zone. it wasn’t going to stop there.
it got to the point of joe going to a smoothie shop or out for lunch so you would "bump into him." you took it as an opportunity to go for a run since the meetings usually took place in the earlier hours of the day. your landing spot would be the location he told you and the both of you would basically stage a situation.
you ran until you reached the location, you would check your apple watch, you'd walk into the establishment and you'd place an order. when you would turn around, the two of you would catch each others eyes and then act surprised. but, it wasn't going to last long acting that way.
it would become too frequent. the guards that lingered in the gated community that kept watch of his home, would gain recognition of you and would later learn your identity. for some strange reason, you thought that would be the downfall.
and you were right.
it wasn't one hundred percent the security guards fault. he had other places he needed to keep an eye on. as soon as he happened to drive away for maybe five minutes, it was perfect timing for a photographer to capture one single photo of you walking out of joe’s house, him shirtless behind you.
eventually, the developing nightmare landed you in one of those dark and scary conference rooms that you told yourself you'd never be in unless the problem wasn’t you but someone else. your luck had run out. you said it wasn't worth losing your job.
when you unplugged your equipment to load it into your bag for work that morning, a part of you knew it could be for the last time.
each seat in the ominous conference room was occupied by yourself, joe, a handful of higher-ups, your manager, coach taylor, and joe's agent.
the tension in the room was high. you paid careful attention to the many sheets of paper that were floating from person to person at the table. everyone but joe and yourself had a stack of papers in front of them. they all make a signal that was very obviously planned, and pull the photo that was taken of the two of you to the front of the stack.
"miss. y/l/n, you understand why we are all gathered here today, right?" one of the main guys said.
"yes, sir. i do." you replied. you held your hands together in front of you and on the table to appear as professional as possible. you told yourself it was too late but really, it was never too late.
"mr. burrow, do you understand why we are here today?"
"i do." joe says, not one ounce of doubt or discouragement in his voice.
"well then, let's get this show on the road. some time in the early hours of this morning, we received an email that held this photo that depicts the both of you standing in the entry way of mr. burrow's house. miss y/l/n, you signed a contract a few years ago, agreeing on a whole section that is based around fraternization. what comes with a signiture, is agreeing to the consequences, correct?" your manager speaks.
"yes, sir." you nod.
"with that being said, after the both of you are given a chance to explain yourselves, immediate termination will likely take place, just as the contract states. you are given a chance for explaination to really confirm if that route is necessary, but there is photo proof. there is no turning back from that." he adds.
"wait, so she is getting terminated for a two person job? this included the both of us, it is partially my fault as well." joe says.
"we understand that. your contract is constructed differently though. if you land yourself in a position of being with, let's say, an agent, a manager, a coach, or someone from the front office, similar results would occur. but your contract is different from hers here."
“alright. i’d like to explain first. to start, does anyone have a copy of her contract?” joe asks.
you sat there listening to his words, no clue what he was going to say. he could dissect your contract and spill every hidden action you two participated in; if he truly wanted to, he could.
your manager slides over a three-paged packet and lets joe take a look at it.
“here. it states that she is to stay away from players outside of the stadium if it meant the occasion was going to lead to foul play. does having a smoothie count as foul play?” joe asks.
“no, it does not.” your manager says, still not backing down from the strict and solid attitude he stepped in with.
“does having lunch count as foul play?” joe continues.
“it does not.”
“one of our cheerleaders is great friends with a wife of someone on the team, they went to college together. if she were to go to that players house to either drop something off, visit the wife, or even have dinner as friends, would that count as foul play?” joe asks.
“no mr. burrow, it does not.” your manager sighs.
“okay then. miss y/l/n here did not contribute to any noteworthy foul play and i am here as a witness.”
“joe, you are shirtless while she is leaving your house. what does that say or maybe even imply?” coach taylor says.
“i was working out and she dropped lunch off. she was in the area and asked if i needed anything.”
“would you have proof?” your manager asks.
you both pull your phones out of your back pockets. you both scroll through a couple texts and pull up identical text conversations. you’re telling him you had a doctors appointment in the area and would bring him lunch if he wanted something, and then there was a break in the texts. you didn’t know what he was really doing but it played into the “working out” plan.
“hm, okay. i guess this is why we allow explanations.” your manager says and looks around the table at all the guys who sat there, defeated looks put on view.
“so, nobody is losing their job today?” joe asks.
“no, she is not. we want to instill the rules and remind you that stuff behind the scenes will be investigated if it needs to be. stop with the clandestine meetings and if you two are good friends, then let that show. the secrecy raised red flags but i’m glad you two were able to confirm what was truly happening. on a similar note, if anything is going on between the two of you, now is the time to say so. coming to us and telling us would make the situation a lot better than if we were to find out through the media.”
you and joe look at each other and shrug.
“no. we are just friends.”
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it didn’t end there.
joe was asked on multiple occasions if a follow-up meeting was necessary. after you were seen at an event for the joe burrow foundation, you received an email. after you were seen participating in bye week shenanigans, you received an email. you wore a jersey with the number nine on it and guess what, you received an email!
you had talked to joe many times about just telling them because this something, was becoming obvious. ja’marr was calling you “joe’s girl” and joe wouldn’t deny it. you’d go no longer than a couple days without seeing each other. the eye contact alone would cause a ruckus if an outsider happened to see it.
but it was the times joe told you to clean up after yourself once you were leaving his place for the first time in a couple days. you’d thought about leaving a small trace of you behind in case something else was going on. but at this point, it was truly impossible.
the more he’d mention not to leave things behind, the more you thought this was going to fade out. you stopped mentioning the possibility of speaking to the higher-ups about the two of you. you stopped offering your support.
it was until he mentioned you coming to a basketball game with him that you felt like calling it off. you didn’t want to look like a fool. people were already calling you “his side piece.”
that was the last name you wanted to be called.
so once you showed up at his place, ready for the game that would take place later on that day, he felt something was off.
“you could have said you didn’t feel like going.” joe admits in the silence.
“i wanted to go.” you say, silence falling over the two of you once again.
“listen, if telling your manager and my coach and whoever else makes you feel better, then let’s do it.” joe finally says.
“it wouldn’t just ‘make me feel better.’ that isn’t even what’s on my mind.” you say.
“okay then, what is?”
“i know you like your privacy and your own space and whatnot, but why do you make sure i have all of my stuff cleaned up before i leave? am i not the only one or am i in the way of something?”
“no, not at all. i was just trying to play along with the story we have going. if someone were to come over here and see your stuff everywhere, then it says a lot.” joe explains.
you believed it. it was a reasonable meaning.
“you know, i would have agreed to getting fired that day if it meant things would work out.” you admitted.
“what? absolutely not. it’s a job we both took part in. if i wasn’t being fired too then how is that fair and do you feel like things aren’t working out right now?”
“i don’t know.”
joe came closer to you, eyeing your features.
"i will find a way to make sure all of this works out." joe says.
the pit that grew in your stomach, triples in size due to the sudden use of your nerves. what did he mean by that?
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the night went on just as you expected. there wasn’t much time left until the game would be over and a winner would be declared. joe sat with his arms crossed, a small smile still displayed on his serious face. on occasion, you’d glance over and admire his features and how he focused on a different team for once.
the way he followed each player as they ran up and down the court. the way he’d celebrate a score when a basket was made after a serious battle between the ball and the surrounding players. it was nice to see him enthralled with something other than the game he played for a living.
you had noticed that a “kiss cam” was being displayed on the screens, broadcasting various couples to the whole arena.
it stunned you when your figure next to joe’s was displayed on said screen. the noise in the arena picked up as joe leans into you some, turning your face to look towards him with his pointer finger and thumb. his other arm was resting behind you; the moment looked too casual.
a feeling like no other, his lips on yours for not only the whole arena to see but for all of the viewers to see. feeling like one of the first times you shared a conversation with him, the heat radiating off of your cheeks was almost too hot to handle.
you kept as calm as you could, smiling through the adrenaline that was coursing through your veins. that same adrenaline didn’t leave you for the rest of the night. once you and joe were escorted out of the arena, you both knew you’d be receiving an email about what had happened, maybe even a conference room invite.
the two of you seen it coming, so why stop now?
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the next morning, joe had practice to be at. you were cuddled in a ball of his blankets when you were woken up by your phone ringing multiple times back to back.
joe.
“hello?” you ask.
“they want you to meet us here for a meeting. none of them look happy but… what can you do?” he jokes.
now wasn’t the time for jokes if none of them looked happy. but you still climbed out of your warm cave you made with his comforter and got up to change. throughout the duration of preparing yourself, you contemplated a lot.
this could be it. you could be losing your job. over some frivolous actions. it was official… joe burrow clouded your ability to make better decisions.
once you made it to the stadium, the speed behind your steps kicked up a notch. you walked with confidence to show that you don’t buckle under pressure.
entering the conference room with a professional demeanor, nobody batted an eye once you found a seat next to joe.
“so, here we are again.” your manager says, a new stack of papers in front of him.
“let’s not lollygag. why did neither one of you think that stepping forward with honesty was the better move to make?” one of the officials says.
“cut the ‘we are just friends’ shit too. it’s obviously not true.” your manager says.
“we were just about to contact you guys.” you admit.
“you sure about that? you looked pretty preoccupied last night.”
“i have a draft in my emails.” you jump at the opportunity to say.
“keep it. since we’ve been here once before and since we offered many follow-up meetings to avoid this exact moment, there will be consequences.” your manager says.
“sir, we are adults. we have free-will. we both have proved that we can keep our work lives at work and home life at home. we keep things professional around here, so what could possibly be wrong?” joe taunts.
“that’s why termination would be the go-to but due to previous knowledge, i am going to propose an offer of a thirty-day suspension.” your manager says.
“while active on a thirty-day suspension, you are to not step foot on the stadiums premises unless permission is granted and nothing before approval. you and mr. burrow here have represented a civil relationship and there is nothing more we ask for. we do recommend minimal contact the day of the game for focusing purposes.” an official says.
“i would also recommend an nda. either both parties can sign one or i could just print one on mr. burrow’s behalf.” joe’s agent says.
“that would be unnecessary, she is already under a contract.” your manager says.
“just for safety purposes. mr. burrow is a very private person and i would hate for anything to be released against his wishes.” he continues.
“no, she doesn’t need to sign an nda.” joe cuts in.
his agent is silent from here on.
once the respective papers were signed and you agreed that the thirty-day suspension was necessary and valid, you packed up your stuff and made your way back home.
you were sitting on the couch when a call from joe came through.
“i can’t believe we pulled that off.” he says.
“see, i told you i’d do whatever if it meant things would work out.”
“and i never doubted you once. thank you for sticking it out with me.”

SILENTLY LOSING MY MIND OVER UPLOADING MY FIRST PIECE OF WRITING!!! I HATE THIS!!
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Calling Ultima the single most consistently groundbreaking, pioneering, influential series of videogames in the history of the medium would be kind of an understatement (Akalabeth and Ultima I pioneering the idea of adapting tabletop RPGs to the medium of videogames in a way that established so many elements that would become intrinsic to the identity of the genre for decades, like the concept of grid-based first person dungeon crawling and tile-based overworld travel, later games establishing the mold for isometric top-down RPGs, Ultima Online being a critical tipping point in cementing the popularity of the MMORPG), but even among a series that consistently pumped groundbreaking videogame after groundbreaking videogame it's just completely impossible to overstate how massive Ultima Underworld's legacy stands over a huge chunk of the gaming medium, even if its effects manifest in subtle ways nowadays like I legitimately believe no individual videogame in the history of the medium has been as influential as it.
It's legitimately insane how many seemingly unrelated videogames can be directly traced back to Underworld in some form or another. Like, to get the obvious out of the way first, it established the DNA of the immersive sim genre, so if you like games like System Shock, Thief, Deus Ex, Bioshock, Dishonored, Prey, all of those games were either made by people who worked on Ultima Underworld (sometimes by the same studio even), or otherwise directly influenced by games that were.
But also, if you like any first person shooters influenced by Doom and other ID Software games? John Carmack was there when the demo of Underworld was first shown and decided he could create a faster texture-mapped first-person 3D engine. Which he did, at the cost of sacrificing true polygonal 3D environments in favor of the pseudo-3D that he would use for Catacombs 3D and Wolfenstein 3D, eventually resulting in the creation of Doom. RPGs like the Elder Scrolls or Gothic? It would take all day to list off how much they directly owe to Ultima Underworld. That videogame trope of finding out what happened to the occupants of a place through finding in-game logs and documents? It was established by Ultima Underworld and popularized by one of its successors.
That's without mentioning how many games directly cite it as an influence. Some already mentioned like Bioshock, Deus Ex, and Elder Scrolls, but also like. Half-life 2? Tomb Raider? Gears of War? Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines? All cite it as a direct influence in their game design.
Like of course a lot of these things are by virtue of being one of the earliest free-moving 3D first person videogames, when you're that early in the history of the medium you'll inevitably end up being the first to do *something* that otherwise someone else would eventually have ended up doing anyway, but no other game has a "first videogame to do [thing]" list anywhere as long and important as Ultima Underworld's.
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Liminality Headcanons (click for clarity)
I saw a video that was talking about how uncomfortable and creepy really attractive people with no imperfections were on the internet and described them as “uncanny”, and I had the reaction of an alpha werewolf during the full moon 😀
That is EXACTLY how I want Jazz to look like!! Like she’s beautiful, gorgeous, whatever you want to call her, but she’s also so creepy like a realistic painting or a horror movie demon has possessed a pretty girl. I want her so beautiful that she gives you a bad feeling when you stare at her for too long.
So all of these sketches was drawn around Jazz lmao.
More notes on my ideas on liminality bc otherwise, I’ll just write about Jazz for several hundred words lmao:
+ I have mentioned it before, but I like it when the DP and DC world are separated (bc it lets me worldbuild two worlds! :D) so as such, liminals from both worlds are slightly different, but they can have overlapping abilities and similarities. DC liminals are more likely to have volatile tempers, better physical senses, quicker healing capabilities, and more sensitive/fragile mental states. DP liminals are more likely to have ‘meta’ abilities/powers, are more likely to become ghosts, often have ‘cartoony logic’ levels of physical abilities (more springy joints, can jump farther/higher, punch harder, but this is only at random intervals and cannot be guaranteed), and are also usually more well-adjusted bc the DP world is heavily saturated with ectoplasm so they are used to its effects.
+ I hc that ghosts feed on fear and negative emotions. Liminals are also similar, but they feed unconsciously, so they adapt accordingly by growing stronger, taller, bigger, longer, with more features to spread subtle fear amongst the people around them and feed themselves.
+ Jazz has longer limbs than a normal person would have :3 rather than being just tall, she is simply long.
+ Danny is unexpectedly the most ‘normal’ looking of all halfas, but I like to imagine that bc he’s so powerful, he subconsciously hides himself and as such, looks unassuming. He doesn’t need to be fearsome bc he doesn’t need to feed himself much when he’s so strong. Bc of this, he looks like two different people when transformed, since his ghost side is far more liminal and uncanny looking than when he’s human.
+ I hc that liminals are pack creatures. Alone, they’re creepy and uncanny as a defense mechanism, but when together, they look more ‘human’ when they relax. I feel like this can work in both DP and DC worlds. (Jason is a creepy shit when he’s Red Hood alone, while Danny hides himself amongst Tucker and Sam.)
+ There are many ways to become a liminal, but all involve ectoplasm in varying amounts.
+ Due to being predators that prey on humans, liminals and ghosts can often behave in animalistic ways. Specifically, they act somewhat like cats at times. An example is the tapetum lucidum, which is an extra layer of film that can be found over a cat’s eyes that let them see in low lighting. This also makes their eyes glow when light shines on it, and I also want liminals to have that :3
+ Idk if you guys noticed that I draw the Dannies' tongues purplish, but yeah, it's on purpose.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#danny phantom x dc#dp x dc crossover#jazz fenton#danny fenton#dani fenton#dani phantom#jason todd#dp headcanons#danielle fenton#danielle phantom#dp liminals#liminal jazz#phandom#I will make another post tomorrow to make up for my lack of posts lately <:D#don’t expect this too much tho it’s just bc the new semester is kicking my ass and bc I’m sick
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AI, Plagiarism, and CYA
Shout-out for all the students gearing up to go back to school in increasingly frustrated times when dealing with all this AI bullshit. As you've probably noticed, lots of institutions have adapted anti-plagiarism software that incorporates AI detectors that - surprise - aren't that great. Many students are catching flack for getting dinged on work that isn't AI generated, and schools are struggling to catch up to craft policies that uphold academic rigor. It sucks for everyone involved!
As a student, it can really feel like you're in a bind, especially if you didn't do anything wrong. Your instructor isn't like to be as tech-savvy as some, and frankly, you might not be as tech-savvy as you think either. The best thing to do, no matter how your school is handling things, is to Cover Your Ass.
Pay attention to the academic policy. Look, I know you probably skimmed the syllabus. Primus knows I did too, but the policy there is the policy the instructor must stick with. If the policy sets down a strong 'don't touch ChatGPT with a ten-foot pole' standard, stick to it. If you get flagged for something you thought was okay because you didn't read the policy carefully, you don't have ground to stand on if you get called out.
Turn off Autosave and save multiple (named) drafts. If you're using Microsoft Word because your school gives you a free license, the handy Autosave feature may be shooting you in the foot when it comes to proving you did the work. I know this seems counter-intuitive, but I've seen this bite enough people in the ass to recommend students go old-school. Keep those "draft 1234" in a file just in case.
Maintaining timestamped, clearly different drafts of a paper can really help you in the long-run. GoogleDocs also goes a much better job of tracking changes to a document, and may be something to consider, however, with all this AI shit, I'm hesitant to recommend Google. Your best bet, overall, is to keep multiple distinctive drafts that prove how your paragraphs evolved from first to final.
Avoid Grammarly, ProWiritingAid, etc. All that handy 'writing tools' software that claims to help shore up your writing aren't doing you any favors. Grammarly, ProWritingAid, and other software throw up immediate flags in AI-detection software. You may have only used it to clean up the grammar and punctuation, but if the AI-detection software says otherwise, you might be screwed. They're not worth using over a basic spell and grammar check in both Word and GoogleDocs can already do.
Cite all citations and save your sources! This is basic paper-writing, but people using ChatGPT for research often neglect to check to make sure it isn't making shit up, and that made up shit is starting to appear on other parts of the internet. Be sure to click through and confirm what you're using for your paper is true. Get your sources and research material from somewhere other than a generative language model, which are known for making shit up. Yes, Wikipedia is a fine place to start and has rigorously maintained sources.
Work with the support your school has available. My biggest mistake in college was not reaching out when I felt like I was drowning, and I know how easy it is to get in you head and not know where to turn when you need more help. But I've since met a great deal of awesome librarians, tutors, and student aid staff that love nothing more to devote their time to student success. Don't wait at the last moment until they're swamped - you can and will succeed if you reach out early and often.
I, frankly, can't wait for all this AI bullshit to melt down in a catastrophic collapse, but in the meantime, take steps to protect yourself.
#school#AI Bullshit#frankly AI-checkers are just as bad as AI#you gotta take steps to document what you're doing
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If I can also offer some additional thoughts to strawberryraviegutz, and anyone else who's worried about the same things:
There's zero evidence for the "250 year/10 generations" rule or whatever they call it. It's been a popular theory for quite some time, but every post about it cherrypicks examples of nations in history that lasted around that long and ignores all the ones that lasted longer or survived by adapting over time.
Literally every doomer post about it is based on that same cherrypicking and contemporary trends you see on social media, not long-term realistic projections used in actual academic circles, where they employ real scientific and historical evidence. Evidence that doesn't round off the lifespans of nations to some arbitrary number.
Not that I'm trying to downplay any existing problems, just that what we're dealing with today is hardly anything apocalyptic. It's really important to remember that increased awareness of a problem does not correlate to an increase in scale of said problem.
Also, despite what you may hear, there haven't really been many true collapses of entire civilizations in history. When states in the past have collapsed- Rome, China, India, the Mongol Empire, Alexander the Great's Empire, etc.- the people living there don't just disappear. They survive and go on to build new states that grow, change and evolve from there. That's a form of continuity, not total destruction.
And just as there has never been a true utopia, there has also never been a true dystopia. A dystopia is a literary device, not a state of being. So long as people disagree with and oppose cruelty and tyranny in any form, as is human nature, a true dystopia is impossible.
Especially because a dictator will never outlive the people. No matter how they may want to pretend otherwise, their grip on power is only ever temporary. The power held by the people is eternal.
I've seen more tangible good done in the last ten years than I thought would be possible, and I don't see any reason to stop believing that'll be true.
So don't give up just because of a few social media posts from people who have no idea what they're talking about. Every generation has had people who say these things and they're always proven wrong, so it's not worth your time and energy to worry about it.
Be kind to yourself and to others, and remember the world is a better place with you in it. We have not reached the end of history, not by a long shot.
Thank you for sending this in, and agreed!
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Different II
Katie McCabe x Teen!Reader
Summary: You get your diagnosis
There's a lot of hoops to jump through to finally work out what's wrong with you.
Mam doesn't like you using those words. She doesn't like referring to it as 'what's wrong with you'. She tells you that you're perfect. Nothing is wrong with you. You're perfect the way you are.
There's nothing wrong. You're jumping through these hoops so Katie can finally understand how to help you.
You meet with the paediatrician who makes follow-up appointments for you with a psychologist and an occupational therapist.
The psychologist rules out things like dyscalculia and dyslexia. She says you don't have anxiety and depression either.
You go to the occupational therapist. He runs you through a series of tests. At first, it's big things like jumping or using a skipping rope before he moves onto the smaller things like holding a paintbrush and placing weird pegs things into small holes.
You go back to the paediatrician.
"Dyspraxia," Katie says that evening as you both sit on her bed together," That's what it's called. Dyspraxia."
"I know," You say," I was in the room with you when we got told."
She's holding the pamphlet and folder that the doctor had given you, explaining all the ins and outs of the condition.
It's nothing that you haven't experienced first-hand. You imagine all of these documents were made for parents of little kids who got diagnosed. You imagine it's more for Katie's benefit than your own.
You know what it's like to live with this condition. You know what to expect and how to adapt.
Katie is the one that will be reading those pages front to back, well into the night even though she's got training the next day.
You're off school for the week.
One of the gas taps in the science laps has started leaking so the whole school was shut down as a precaution.
You're more than happy to tag along to training, stealing one of the muffins from the dining hall to eat by yourself out on the pitch.
"So," Kim says as she sits next to you," I heard from Katie that you finally got that diagnosis."
You shrug. "It's nice to have a name for it now. I think Mam's read that folder at least ten times now. I don't know if she even got any sleep last night."
"That sounds like Katie." Kim nudges you with her knee. "How are you feeling about it?"
"It is what it is," You reply, picking at your muffin," Mam said that she's still trying to take it all in. I don't know if that's good or bad."
Katie had been resistant at first. She hadn't wanted you to get tested for anything. You were perfect the way you were and she didn't want anyone to make you think otherwise.
She was all denial.
Deny, deny, deny.
You were brutal acceptance.
There was something that made you different to the other kids. There was something that made you different to most other people you had ever met.
You don't know now what Katie thinks of your diagnosis, this new label to stick on yourself.
You don't know if it'll change how she thinks of you. If she'll think you're less perfect now that you've got something official to say that you aren't.
"Katie loves you," Kim says," That won't ever change. You're her kid."
"I'm not a kid," You grumble and Kim laughs.
"You're her teenager then," She corrects," But she does love you and all she wants is to give you the best possible life."
"Yeah but-"
"It's not going to change anything," Kim insists," Okay? Katie loves you."
You don't doubt that. You've never doubted that.
You just hope Katie doesn't doubt it either.
She paces in front of you that evening and you hold your breath.
"I've talked to your school," She says," They're working on getting you a school-issued laptop but for the time being you're allowed to bring in one of ours from home. You'll get extra time for your exams and the teachers are going to start giving you more handouts rather than making you write everything up."
"Wait...what?"
"What do you mean what?"
You frown. "Mam...I...I don't get it."
"You're getting accommodations," katie says, sitting right next to you," Because you're different to the other kids and need a bit more support. You're a smart kid. You just need to do things a little differently. We're getting you help."
"Mam, I..." You don't quite know what to say. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me," Katie says," I love you. I'm just making sure you get what you deserve."
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✧'. ݁₊ ♡∘⊹ so delicate, your touch

— pairing. inexperienced!choso x fem!reader
— synopsis. you help choso adapt to the world, teaching him about many things he doesn’t quite understand. although, you didn’t know helping him adapt would take this kind of turn.
— word count. 3.7k
— contents. fluff, smut, nipple play, titty worship, dry humping, handjobs (male receiving), blowjobs (male receiving)
— notes. dividers @saradika 💕
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Days turned into months, and soon it was a routine to wander off with Choso. Showing him the wonders of the world, while teaching him things that were unknown to him. You answered all his questions, making sure he adapted thoroughly to this world that was new to him.
There was just so much that he didn’t understand, and after your offer to help him out— he leaned on you to guide him through everything he was confused on. He felt more comfortable having you around, not letting him stumble off into this odd world without guidance.
You liked spending time with him, finding him easy to talk to. Choso felt the same way, except he’d rather listen to you talk all day. You calmed him, made him feel normal. He thought you were incredibly kind, your huge heart something he adored about you. He found himself just wanting to be near you, even on the days he didn’t feel like exploring the world.
That’s where you found yourself with Choso, relaxed on your bed together as you showed him one of your favorite movies. Tangled.
“Her hair is so long, and magical?” He wondered, genuinely curious.
You found it adorable. You giggled.
“Yup, she got her powers from a magic flower her mother had to drink when she was sick and pregnant with her.” You explained.
Choso hummed, his eyes never leaving the screen. Watching intently as the girl so called Rapunzel, healed this man’s hand with her hair.
“Intriguing.” He whispered.
You giggled again, his interest in the disney movie endearing. You didn’t expect him to be so interested. The two of you sat in silence, only occasionally answering a question he had. Otherwise the movie played on.
You leaned back against the headboard, both your hands supporting your head as a specific scene started to play. The music started up as the two characters watched the lanterns from their boat.
It was quite a beautiful scene, and you found yourself getting lost in the moment. The way the man was so gentle towards the girl, it was so sweet— you had wished you could have something such as that.
Meanwhile, Choso wasn’t paying attention to the movie anymore. He glanced over to you when he saw you adjusting yourself and caught a look at your eyes. How they were practically shining as you were trapped in the scene. He couldn’t stop himself from staring, taking in your features— how ethereal you looked from the tv’s glow. His eyes danced over your brows, looking lower to the way your lashes hovered over your eyes, looking even lower to the curve of your nose. His eyes danced down to your cupids bow, steeping lower to your plump lips— his own mouth parting as your tongue poked out the wet them.
He let out a heavy breath watching you, studying every micro expression you made— he was captivated by you.
After a wave of warmth rushed through his body, he swallowed through the dryness in his throat and let his eyes dance lower, dropping from your chin and down your neck and collarbone— his eyes locking on your chest. He stared shamelessly at the steady rise and fall, the movement almost relaxing him into a sleepy state— that was until he looked a little lower.
His eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the two pebbled indents, poking through your shirt. A lot of unknown to him, but he had known basic human anatomy— at least a good portion of it.
He was licking his own lips, his eyes unable to stray away from your nipples begging to escape from your shirt. He felt like he should look away, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking.
“(Y/n)? Why ar—” He trailed off, growing nervous when your eyes met with his, “Are you okay?”
You were confused with his sudden concern.
“What do you mean Cho? I’m fine.”
“Oh… um never mind then.” He mumbled bashfully.
Your gaze softened and the movie was suddenly forgotten in the background, despite it being one of your favorite scenes.
“Cho, hey. What’s wrong? You can ask me anything remember?”
He nodded but couldn’t seem to voice what he wanted to say in the first place, so he pointed instead towards your chest.
You were confused, following the tip of his finger and glancing down to your shirt.
“You like my shirt?” You wondered.
He shook his head.
“No…” He pointed again, this time his finger got closer and he misjudged how close he was to you, because before you could think twice— the tip of his finger had brushed against your hardened nipple through your shirt.
The action had you letting out a little gasp, warmth shooting straight to your core from it. Choso retracted his hand, but his eyes were dilated, your reaction intriguing him.
Your eyes shot down to your chest, noticing he was talking about your tits. Oh.
“Oh you mean my… boobs?” You asked, not feeling uncomfortable at all by his curiosity.
He nodded, his hand dropping to his side.
You tried your best to put the pieces together and assumed he was specifically referring to your nipples— which had your cheeks flushed.
“Uh, what about them?”
He turned his body towards you more, his eyes glancing down from time to time, but you could tell he was trying not to look. Although, you didn’t mind if he did.
“They are… hard.”
He was talking about your tits so casually, you knew you should be mature and answer his questions but you couldn’t ignore how flustered you felt.
“Yeah, I guess they are.” You laughed awkwardly, but it wasn’t that you felt uncomfortable. You were just flustered.
“Why?”
You bit your lip, Choso’s eyes followed, and you thought for a moment of how to answer.
“Well, sometimes they just get hard. Like, if I’m cold or… turned on.” You answered truthfully, although maybe you shouldn’t of added in that last part.
Choso’s eyes met with yours, breaking away from your lips as you spoke, and his eyes had darkened. Unbeknownst to him, he was turned on as well. Staring at your body so sensually had him spinning.
“Are you?” He wondered.
You tilted your head in innocent confusion, the action had Choso licking his lips.
“Am I what?”
“Are you turned on?”
His words had your core throbbing and you had to squeeze your thighs together, not missing the way his eyes shot down and caught the slight movement.
Truth was, yeah. You were turned on. Like really turned on, it was hard not to be when he was looking at you so intensely.
“Well, I wasn’t before but…” You trailed off, and Choso was hanging onto every word, “After you touched me accidentally, yeah.”
He swallowed nervously and lowered his gaze, he felt bad all of a sudden. Not meaning to make you uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry… I… I didn’t mea—”
“Cho it’s okay,” You stopped his apologies, noticing his distressed look, “It felt good actually.”
His expression switched from embarrassed to the same darkened look again. Like he was realizing now.
You couldn’t help your own curiosity.
“Have you never… touched someone like that?”
He shook his head, his mouth parted slightly— like breathing was becoming a hard task.
“Do you want to?” You asked, your voice lower.
Choso swallowed, scooting a little closer to you, his movements almost as if he was squirming a bit in his spot— like he couldn’t control himself.
He nodded, his pupils blown out.
“Go ahead.” You whispered, your eyes falling on your chest before meeting with his.
“A-are you sure?”
You smiled sweetly at him. Always trying to be so polite. You nodded.
“Yes.”
At those words, Choso let his eyes fall on your breasts. His focus on the hardened buds. His hand lifted slowly, his eyes meeting with yours one last time as if he was asking for permission again. At your nod, he focused back on your chest, his hand cupping one of your tits.
Even through your shirt, you could feel his palm warming your tit. You watched him, his eyes wide and staring at your chest. It was adorable how excited he was— no actually it was hot.
He lightly squeezed the mound before letting his thumb brush over your nipple, eliciting a gasp from you.
He eyes shot up to yours, pausing his movements as he took in your hooded eyes, the way your lips were parted. He kept his gaze on you, brushing this thumb over the bud again— this time watching your body jump, your mouth parting wider as another sweet sound escaped.
He liked the reactions from you, knowing he was the one causing it.
“It’s not the same for everyone but…” You trailed off, another brush of his thumb over your nipple making you take a deep breath in, “I’m really sensitive there.”
He licked his lips, his other hand coming up to give the other tit attention. He lightly squeezed and kept teasing the buds, until his mind wondered what they felt like without the shirt.
They already felt so soft through this material, but his mouth almost watered at how they’d feel bare.
“Go ahead Cho.” You whispered, almost like you read his mind.
His breathing was heavy, his hands dipping under the hem of your shirt, tracing his fingertips up the soft skin of your belly.
You shivered, his touch so delicate. Touching you like you were fragile and bound to break.
His fingers brushed the underside of your breast, the feeling causing you to shiver again, goosebumps covering your flesh. His cupped both tits as he had before, but this time he could finally feel your soft skin. He was right— so soft. He gently massaged your tits, before letting his thumb brush over your nipple again, this time no material in the way.
You whined at the sensation, eyes pinching shut as he played with your tits. It felt so good, and for someone who hadn’t touched anyone before like this— he was pretty damn good at it.
Choso’s eyes shot up at your noise, the sound only spurring him on as he used his pointer finger and thumb to roll the sensitive buds.
The throbbing in your core intensified, and you could feel a knot start to build up in your abdomen. If he kept playing with you like this, you might just end up coming.
“Cho… feels s’good…” You breathed out, “If you don’t stop… I might…”
Choso didn’t stop, he was hungry with desire. He was hungry for you— he needed to feel every inch of your body.
He lifted your shirt off quickly, leaving you bare and exposed to him. His mouth watered at the sit of your plump, perky tits— nipples rosy and swollen. You were one hell of a view.
“So… pretty.” Choso panted out, licking his lips before lowering himself to your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth.
Your back arched, pressing yourself further into him as he sucked on the sensitive bud, swirling his tongue around before flicking it.
“F-fuckk Cho…” Your voice was rough and scratchy, the sound making Choso growl into your skin. The vibrations on your nipple making you cry.
Choso kept his mouth locked around your bud, his hands dropping from your chest. His arms circled around you, picking you up with ease until you were straddling his lap, his hands pushing on your back so that your tits were smushed in his face.
This position had the throbbing in your core tripling, but with your core pressed over his, you relieved the ache in your center— grinding your hips down hard and slow over him.
Choso let go of your nipple with a pop, a pained whimper leaving his lips. You stopped your hips.
“What’s wrong Cho?” You cupped his jaw, tilting it up to see his glossy eyes.
“Do that again.” He begged.
You held him, stroking your thumb along his jawline as you grinding your hips over him once more. The friction was delicious to your clit, but not as satisfying as the sounds Choso was making.
One of his hands stayed pushed against the small of your back, keeping you close to him while the other shot down and gripped your hip.
“Again.” He growled.
You started up a slow and steady pace, your hips pressing down on his clothed member.
His face contorted up into a pained expression, biting his lip to try and stop the whines from escaping, but you heard every addicting sound.
“Has no one ever touched you like this?” You purred, running your fingers through his scalp.
He shook his head weakly, his own hips starting to jut up into you— needing more.
“Does it feel good?”
Choso gazed into your eyes, his own glossy with an almost drunk looking gaze.
“Feels s’good.”
You changed your pattern and started grinding little slow circles on him, his breathing getting heavier as his hand gripped your hip tighter.
“M-more, I need more please—!” He whimpered, burying his face into your chest again, licking and sucking on your already overstimulated tits.
You panted into his hairline, your nose resting there as you found the strength to speak.
“What do you want Cho?”
He flicked your nipple with his tongue, giving it a gentle kiss before releasing it once more, tilting his head up to meet your drunk gaze.
“More…” He whined, his hips jolting up into yours.
You giggled lowly, your voice strained and breathy. He was so needy and whiny, it had the throbbing in your core only getting more intense.
“I know Cho… but what do you want?” You cooed, brushing some of his fallen hairs back, “You want to keep touching me… or do you want me to touch you? Make you feel good, hm?”
His eyes were darting from eye to eye, his face scrunched up almost into a pained pout as he couldn’t answer. His facial expressions were an answer enough.
You circled harder onto him, his hands tightening around you.
“Is that it? Want me to make you feel good Cho?”
He swallowed, his eyes fluttering shut before opening back up— the sultry sound of your voice making him dizzy.
“Please.”
You smirked and leaned in, giving the tip of his nose a kiss.
“I’ll be good.” He whined.
You bit your lip, this strong massive man melting underneath you. It was incredibly sexy, and you just wanted to devour him.
You leaned forward and captured his lips in a gentle kiss, knowing he probably had never kissed anyone before. He was hesitant at first, letting you take lead while he just felt you. After you opened your mouth a bit, taking more of his lips into yours— he slowly started to move against you, he mouth parting and trapping your bottom lip in between his.
Choso was all new to this, but he really liked it. He especially liked that it was you he was doing it with.
Your hips moved in a delicious pace, one that had Choso going mad. The friction was succulent, and the mere idea of never having felt or experienced this feeling before had Choso wanting to cry. It was so good— too good.
“You’re so hard Cho,” You panted in between kisses, “So big.”
He thrusted up, the all too amazing friction not enough— he needed so much more.
One of his hands left your hip, relieving the flesh as he moved his hand up towards your breast. Your back arched into him as he squeezed the plump flesh, circling his thumb over the bud.
You lifted off of him, not missing the whine when you left him.
“Hold on Cho.” You giggled, stripping yourself of your shorts and panties. Choso watched with drunken glazed eyes, hungrily staring at your exposed center. “Is this okay?”
He swallowed hard, eyes raking up your beautiful nude body until he met your eyes.
“Yes… so beautiful.” He spoke breathlessly, never have seen someone— something so breathtaking.
You blushed from his words, crawling closer to him and sitting back on your knees in front of him. Straddling him, but careful to stay off his center. His eyes were dilated, wide with anticipation.
You rubbed your hands on his legs, running your hands over his knees and caressed his thighs through his pants. Your touch was so addicting, even the softest most innocent touches had him going wild. His skin tingled underneath his robes.
His breath hitched, his eyebrows pulling together when your hands stopped just before you could smooth a hand over his covered member.
You gazed up at him.
“Can I?”
He nodded, his own hands fisting the bedsheets below him.
You smoothed your palm over his dick, a gasp escaping his lips as his body shuttered. You bit your lip at the reaction before hooking your thumbs into his pants and sliding them down his legs.
Choso stayed still and patient. Although, he wouldn’t be able to keep that control for long.
Your core throbbed at the sight of his muscular legs, eyes trailing up from his calves and landing on his thick, bulging thighs.
Your hands ran along his exposed skin, the feeling of your fingertips scraping against his skin soothing. The burning in his skin calmed at your touch, his eyes closing at the pleasant sensation.
“(Y/n)… please…” He wasn’t even sure what he was begging for, but he just needed more of your touch. All of it.
“Patience Cho, m’gonna make you feel good.” You purred, your hand running over his tensing thigh and cupping his painfully hard member.
Choso couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into your palm, whimpering as the touch of your skin against his most private part felt heavenly.
“F-fuck…” He whined, voice strained and breathy.
You wrapped your hand around the base of him, squeezing and sliding up his cock until you reached his rosy tip. You smoothed your thumb over his slit, smearing the precum that had built up there, taking your time to circle the pad of your thumb around his head— driving him insane.
His knuckles were white and strained as they fisted the bedsheets, his eyes clamped shut as the feeling was too much— it was too good.
He cried out, face scrunching up as you rubbed your palm over his head, collecting his juices and grabbing ahold of his cock again— this time beginning to stroke him with a delicious pace.
He felt so hard and huge in your hand, you were licking your lips and squeezing your thighs together— wanting to feel him inside your aching pussy.
“How’s that feel Cho?” You whispered, your other hand lightly scraping your fingernails all the way from his abs to his thigh.
He whined, hips thrusting up to meet your strokes.
“S’good… s’good… don’t stop… fuck…”
You smirked at his reaction, completely melting from your touch. You stroked him faster, making sure to rub your thumb all the way across his tip with every stroke.
Your other hand started playing with his balls, gently rolling them in your palm. That action had Choso growling, his eyes shooting open and gazing down at you.
His expression was dark, his eyes glazed over with some primal urge— one that had him wanting to devour you.
“You gonna cum for me Cho?”
His expression switched back to a pained, needy look. His eyebrows pulling together as his mouth hang open, panting as the sensation was building so perfectly.
He nodded lazily. “Yes… yes.”
You felt his hips thrusting into your hand quicker, a messy pace and you knew he was close. Without thinking, you lowered your mouth onto him, sucking on his tip, letting your tongue circle his head before flicking his slit. Choso watched with a drunken expression, as you sucked on his most private area. It wasn’t long before he was letting out a pained whimper, thrusting his dick into your mouth deeper and shooting his seed down your throat.
You kept playing with his balls, running your hand up and down his thigh soothingly as he lazily thrusted into your mouth, your tongue running along the underside of his dick as he worked through his high.
His vision slowly lost the black spots, his breath finally coming back to him. That sensation, it felt like he had died and had come back to life— it was indescribable.
You released him with a pop, giving the tip one last kiss, making him hiss as he was sensitive— but the gesture had him already getting hard again.
“How was that Cho?” You asked in a sweet, gentle voice.
Choso didn’t answer for awhile, pulling you up into his lap. Sitting you down in his already hard again member. It was supposed to be a sweet gesture, but the feeling of his dick throbbing against your abandoned core— god it took everything in you to not sink down onto his dick.
He hugged you close to him, just gazing at you and breathing— staring at you with a dangerously longing look in his eyes.
“That was amazing baby,” Your cheeks dusted pink at the nickname, making your pussy clench around nothing. “You’re… really good at that.”
You giggled, running your hands through his hair.
“Good Cho, I’m happy I could make you feel good.”
Choso gazed at you, his hooded eyes darkening as he realized how good your very wet pussy felt sitting on top of his dick. His hands snuck down from your back, landing on your ass and giving the flesh a squeeze— earning a jolt of your hips against his. The action made him growl.
You gasped, back arching into him as your aching clit got some relief.
“Can I return the favor?”
You were dazed, spacing out as he felt too good underneath you— and you stared at him with glossy eyes.
“W-what?” You asked breathlessly.
He smirked, his eyes soft but lust filled. He gave your ass another squeeze, addicted to the feel of them in his hands.
“Can I make you feel good?”
You grinded your wet heat over his dick, both of you letting out a hiss at the action. You gripped the back of his neck, leaning close and hovering your lips over his.
“Please.”

— ending notes. don’t be mad at that ending, i promise another part is coming 😏
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symbolic
[This fic is based on a prompt by @astatia-ghast! You can also read it here. Enjoy!]
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“So, this is, like, a formality? It’s just a ceremonial, symbolic thing?”
Clockwork sighed and Frostbite made a face. Danny felt his shoulders twitch up defensively. He liked both Frostbite and Clockwork, but together, they were a bit… much. Plus, Danny didn’t like getting unexpected visitors at school, no matter how much he liked them. He was supposed to be in Health right now. And even if people didn’t look in the basement very often, the custodian had an office here.
“No, Great One. It is more than a formality, otherwise we would not be so… diligent… in asking you to do this.”
“I don’t really get why you’re asking me in the first place. I’m not the only one who fought Pariah Dark that day.”
“You are the only one to fight him directly, one-on-one,” said Clockwork. “You lead the army–”
“No, I didn’t,” said Danny.
“You rallied them. They supported you and acted to carry out your plan,” continued Clockwork, mercilessly. “You know this. Let us not waste time.”
“Okay. But I don’t understand the point of crowning me - or anyone - as Ghost King if the Ghost Zone doesn’t need a Ghost King. There hasn’t been one in hundreds of years.”
“Yes, there has,” said Clockwork. “Pariah Dark was the King of Ghosts. Until you defeated him.”
“But he was in the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep.”
“And he was still king,” said Clockwork.
“Great One,” said Frostbite. “The position no longer has any official political power. I do not think that there is anyone who would obey you simply on the strength of you being the King of Ghosts. But it is of great spiritual importance.”
“So, it’s religious. Ceremonial,” said Danny.
“No. Daniel,” said Clockwork, exasperated. “Spiritual. Ghosts are often called spirits. The Infinite Realms, consisting mainly of ectoplasm, are shaped by the wills of their inhabitants, but such an arrangement is unstable, prone to falling apart under the influence of too many perspectives and intentions. You would not be called upon to rule, but certain physical aspects of the Realms depend on the existence of a king for stability. The King of All Ghosts, the King of the Dead, the Deathless, and the Neverborn. One who has Dominion over the Earth, the Sea, the Sky. Every place where the dead may be committed. Every place where a spirit might dwell or come into being.” He paused. “In short, a reference point or template.”
“That sounds like a bad idea,” said Danny.
“It is written into the oldest of the laws of the Realms,” said Frostbite, apologetically. “But, in truth, you would not have to do very much. It is simply important that such a king exists.”
Danny looked between Clockwork and Frostbite. “I wouldn’t have to do anything,” he repeated. “No laws, no tax stuff, no diplomacy, nothing?”
“I would encourage you on the subject of diplomacy,” said Frostbite. “You would have a unique position from which to act as a peacemaker. But it would not be your responsibility.”
“As you said,” added Clockwork, “the Realms adapted quite well to a king who was eternally asleep.”
“Okay,” said Danny. “What happens if someone beats me? It’s not like I’m invincible. Is this the kind of thing that’s going to give someone, like, I don’t know, super murder powers?”
“No,” said Frostbite. He sounded faintly appalled. “Your powers should change very little, if at all.”
Danny licked his lips. “This is really that important? What would happen if I said no? Because this honestly sounds like way too much responsibility for a random high schooler.”
“Yes,” said Clockwork. “It would be too much responsibility for a random high schooler. You are not a random high schooler. You are a high schooler who spent the last two years defending an entire city and defeated Pariah Dark. But if you want to see the consequences, I can show you. Exactly.”
“You can?” asked Danny. “Oh, right. Time travel.”
“Indeed.” Clockwork waved his staff, and a portal appeared in the air. “After you.”
Danny gave Clockwork a suspicious look (he thought he deserved it, after how much fun he’d had repeatedly slamming Danny into a bell), but flew through the portal. On the other side, there was…
… Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Clockwork and Frostbite followed him through the portal. Clockwork summoned a transparent blue shield around the three of them, which slowly filled with air. Or at least some kind of gas. Danny was in ghost form, so it didn’t really matter.
“So,” said Danny, casually. “Where are we? Heat death of the universe?”
“Yes,” said Clockwork.
“Wait, seriously? I was joking.”
“I know,” said Clockwork. “But this is indeed the heat death of the universe.”
“The heat death of the universe cannot possibly be my fault,” said Danny. “It’s just, like, a thing. A thing that happens. Because of physics.”
“Yes. The second law of thermodynamics. Entropy in a closed system increases. But your universe is not a closed system.”
“Because of the Ghost Zone.”
“Correct,” said Clockwork. “Many laws of physics are reversed in the Ghost Zone. Including that one. Things can and do spontaneously become more complex. Ghosts form out of raw ectoplasm. Portals open to other times. Space layers upon itself. Entropy from this world flows into the Realms, and vice versa. But the system is not stable.”
“A king is needed,” said Frostbite.
“But this isn’t going to happen for ages and ages, right?”
“No, this particular thing would not happen for quite some time,” said Clockwork, “but in the Realms, it is already beginning.”
Danny closed his eyes, feeling the massive emptiness around him. “Okay,” he said. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
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“Just like that?” asked Sam.
“Just like that,” said Danny, taking a bite from his burger. “They grabbed the crown for like a minute, said some words about what I was king over, bought me an ice cream - that was kind of weird - and then left.”
“With the crown?” asked Tucker. He’d already eaten his burger and was leaning across the table.
“Yeah, I mean, what would I do with it?”
“I don’t. It’d be kind of cool.”
Danny thought about it for a minute. “It was kind of cool,” he agreed. “With all the fire and stuff.”
Sam sighed. “I just hope that there’s not some weird side effect or fine print that’s going to jump out at you. I mean, what’s ‘stabilizing’ all of this going to do to you?”
“They said that it shouldn’t do anything.”
“To your powers,” said Sam. “That’s different.”
“I…” Danny rewound the conversation in his mind. “Heck, you’re right.”
“I’m always right.”
“But Frostbite would have said something,” said Danny. “I mean, Clockwork might think it was funny, but he wouldn’t.”
“Would Clockwork think it was funny?” asked Tucker.
“Yeah. He wouldn’t show it, but he’d think it. He likes messing with people.”
“Fits in pretty well with you, then,” said Sam.
“I don’t know,” said Danny. “It’s pretty obvious that I like messing with people.”
Sam laughed, then started to clean up the burger wrappers. “Well, if something weird does happen, you know where to find us.”
“And then you’ll say ‘I told you so?’” asked Danny, finishing off his burger and starting to help her.
“You’d better believe it.”
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Danny woke up in ghost form.
This wasn’t unusual, exactly. It had happened a lot in the first few weeks after his accident with the portal, when he didn’t have good control over his transformations. On the other hand, it was always nerve wracking. What if his parents came in? What if he floated up through the ceiling, or walls? What if he fell through the floor? What if he triggered the house defenses?
Somehow, none of that had ever happened.
Still, when Danny realized he was in ghost form, he woke up far more quickly than he did for anything but his ghost sense. Which meant that he noticed that something was wrong almost instantly.
It wasn’t a big thing. Just a pull. An itch. But something in his brain, some instinct, tagged it as being very wrong.
Something was wrong.
But what?
Still a little muzzy from sleep, Danny started taking account. He had his arms and legs… good, okay… Head… Face in the right place… He’d shrugged it off at the time, but those duplication errors had made him paranoid. He was under a couple layers of thick blankets, which felt weird laying on his jumpsuit, as always…
He paused, then felt around his shoulders and neck a little more. There was something– Had his jumpsuit slipped off? Sometimes, it got beaten up and torn during a fight, but it never slipped when he was just hanging out or sleeping.
But it must have tonight. He could feel bare skin where he normally couldn’t. That must be what he was registering as wrong. The jumpsuit was itching where it was bunched up, and pulling at other parts where it was stretch. Probably.
Satisfied, he returned to human form and went back to sleep.
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Danny ran into the gap between the house and the shed to transform in private before flying to school. It was easier and faster than taking the bus or walking, as long as he avoided the ghost hunters. But before he took off, he paused.
He'd almost forgotten waking up last night and feeling something off, but now… His jumpsuit seemed loose, like it had been stretched out too far. But he couldn't remember a fight like that. Couldn't remember the suit ever not fixing itself automatically, for that matter.
Underneath the suit, Danny's skin felt dry and itchy. He took his gloves off and looked at the backs of his hands. The skin was dry enough that it was segmenting into flaky, scale-like patches. He frowned at them. If this had been his human form, he would have blamed this on a new soap or shampoo, but his human hands had been fine. Whatever was causing this, it was only affecting his ghost form.
… It still might be because of soap, if his parents were mixing anti-ghost stuff in theirs.
Danny hoped they weren’t. It’d be a pain to deal with.
He still had to get to school, though, and it seemed like this wasn’t going to kill him or melt him, whatever it was. At least, it wasn’t going to do that soon. So, he jumped into the air and started the trip to school.
The loose suit flapped awkwardly in the wind and pulled weirdly at his shoulders. And it was itchy.
He didn’t like this development. Granted, he rarely liked developments with his ghost form, but this one was particularly annoying.
He landed behind the school, near the dumpsters. Hardly any students came back here, especially this early, so it was a pretty safe place for him to transform. He did a quick check for people, then flicked back to human form.
He felt… normal. Normal-adjacent, anyway, which was as close as he ever got. Still, he was… concerned. Which apparently showed on his face.
“Did something happen?” asked Sam.
“Do we get to say ‘I told you so’ yet?” asked Tucker.
Sam elbowed him. “We do that after we deal with the problem.”
“Not always. Sometimes we say it while we're waiting to take action!”
“I don't think it has anything to do with the king stuff,” said Danny. “I don’t see how it could. It’s just weird.”
“So, what is it?” asked Sam. “New powers?”
“Flaming crown hanging over your head?”
Danny sent Tucker a glare. “No,” he said. “It’s something with my suit. It’s… loose.”
“Loose? That’s weird. You’d think it’d get tight. You have grown a little, after all.”
“Gee, thanks, Sam. But, no, it’s loose and kind of itchy. It’s never been itchy before.”
Sam and Tucker gave each other a look.
“It’s loose, huh,” said Tucker. “Like maybe it’s changing shape? Into something more… kingly, perhaps?”
“Oh my gosh. No. It’s not that loose.” The warning bell rang, and they all looked up. “I’ll show you during lunch, okay?”
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Lunch came quickly, and Danny, Sam, and Tucker just as quickly found an unused corner of the school to stake out and claim. There was a small risk, back here, by the old soccer field, that a teacher might do a patrol to find smokers, but it was relatively small.
“Okay. Here goes.” Danny let his rings flick over, transforming him. “What do you think?” Then, he blinked and looked down at his hands. “My gloves didn’t come back. That’s weird.”
“It does look looser,” said Tucker, starting to slowly walk around Danny.
“What’s that on your hands?” asked Sam.
“I… don’t know,” said Danny. Before, the backs of his hands had just been dry and slightly cracking, now, the skin was slightly raised in silvery flakes. Almost like actual scales. He swiped his fingers over them. They didn’t feel like dry skin. They felt smooth. Like real scales.
“Hey, I think there might be something stuck under your suit back here,” said Tucker.
“Really?”
“Yeah. You’ll have to take it off for me to see it, though. The suit, I mean.”
Danny exchanged a glance with Sam, then reached up to his neck and unzipped the suit. Instead of having to wriggle out of the sleeves as he usually did, the top half of the suit just sort of… fell off him.
Behind him, Tucker sucked in a sharp breath. “What?” asked Danny.
“Uh,” said Tucker in a distinctly panicked tone.
“What?” repeated Danny, turning to face him.
“Oh,” said Sam. “That’s not good?”
“What isn’t good?”
“Um,” said Sam. “Uh.”
“Something’s growing there.”
“Where?” demanded Danny.
“There’s, um, something growing on your back,” said Tucker. He jogged around to look at Danny’s back again. “It looks– Well, they look like wing–”
Danny jumped when Tucker touched– Something. Not Danny’s back.
He sucked in a breath between his teeth. “That’s bad,” he said, finally.
“It– Yeah,” said Tucker.
“And your skin…” said Sam.
Danny looked down. The scaly pattern on his skin continued up the backs of his arms and shoulders before disappearing beneath his tank top, except that past his elbows, the color slowly shifted from silver to charcoal.
“Heck,” said Danny. He twisted, trying to see the ‘wings’ on his back. “What’s happening? Is this– Did I pick up Dora’s amulet or something?”
“I don’t know,” said Sam. “But I don’t think you’re turning into a dragon.”
“I’ve got scales.”
“But your wings are feathery.”
Danny twisted again. He could almost see something in the corners of his eyes. Maybe, if he warped his body he’d be able to see more, but that felt like a bad idea when he wasn’t aware of his current body plan.
“Okay,” said Sam. “We’re going to have to go to Frostbite about this.”
“Yeah,” said Danny. He left off trying to see his ‘wings’ and bent slightly to tie his sleeves around his waist and rub his palms on his pants. “Obviously. But, uh. I think after school. This isn’t affecting my human half, and I really can’t miss geometry again. I’ll die.”
Sam chewed her lower lip. “This all happened since school started?”
Danny shook his head. “No, I think it started last night. I woke up because things felt weird, and then my hands felt all dry and flaky this morning.”
“That’s not too fast, then… I don’t like it,” said Sam. “But you’re right that we can’t all skip again. After school, we’ve got to go straight to the Ghost Zone.”
“Yeah,” agreed Danny. “Yeah. I think that’ll be fine.”
“I hope so,” said Tucker, “because this is kind of messed up.”
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Sam pushed down on the accelerator, and the Spector Speeder floated smoothly through the portal.
“Okay,” she said. “Go ahead and change now.”
“You sure that’s a good idea?” asked Tucker. “What happens if his face melted off during school?”
“My face didn’t melt off,” said Danny.
“Do you know that?” asked Tucker.
Danny looked at him flatly and went ghost.
The top half of his jumpsuit was gone, and the bottom half had somehow fused with the tank top. Sort of. The sides of the top were open, and his boots were gone, too. Which made it really easy to see what had happened to his hand and feet. Their backs and tops were covered with shiny scales, and the skin between each digit was webbed. His toes were longer than they were supposed to be, too, making his feet look like abbreviated swim fins. Meanwhile, on his sides… Were those gills? They looked like gills.
He felt something and looked over his shoulder… shoulders? Shoulders. To glare at Tucker.
“What can I say?” said Tucker, shrugging. “They’re fluffy.”
Needless to say, the wings were much larger, now. Big enough for Danny to see them.
“There’s a bunch of fluff on your back, too,” said Tucker, helpfully.
“Thanks,” said Danny. “That’s great.” He returned to human form. “Let’s get there as fast as we can, okay?”
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“Frostbite!” called Danny, transforming as he bounded out of the Speeder and into the snow. Sam and Tucker followed him. “Frostbite, look!” He transformed, then spun. “Do you see this?”
“Yes,” said Frostbite, “your wings and scales are coming in quite nicely, but if speed is distressing you, I could give you something to accelerate the process.”
“I– What? Wait, why are you acting like this is something you expected?”
Frostbite frowned. “Because it is, Great One. You have dominion over Sky and Sea. Your form is changing to represent that.”
“Oh my gosh,” said Tucker. “Dude. Dude. It’s the king thing. This is happening because of the king thing. Sam. Sam, we totally told him so.”
“We did,” agreed Sam. “But we should still try to fix the problem first.”
“No,” said Danny, forcefully. He flew up to Frostbite’s eye level. “It isn’t, is it?”
“It is, Great One.”
“Is it, you know, reversible?”
“No,” said Frostbite, confused. “It is as permanent as your kingship.”
Danny covered his mouth to muffle a scream. “And you didn’t think that maybe you should warn me that I was going to turn into the Starbucks logo?”
“You don’t actually look all that much like the Starbucks logo,” said Tucker. “That has two tails and no wings.”
“I don’t care,” said Danny. “Can you even use wings like this while you’re swimming? Are these things even going to work with each other? Who thought this was a good idea?”
“Great One,” said Frostbite, soothingly, “I apologize if I did not appropriately prepare you. I had thought that you would understand that dominion over Earth, Sea, and Sky would require this.”
“Why?” asked Danny. “It’s just– Okay, the scales and fins and stuff, that I sort of get. I guess it’ll let me swim better. But the wings? I could already fly. I could fly really well.”
“It is my understanding that it is largely symbolic.”“This is the part that’s symbolic?”
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Words Are Unnecessary! A Red Analysis
Picture this: You’re a 90s kid, you got a Gameboy and this new game called Pokemon (or as your parents likely called it, Pokeman). And you get one choice of protagonist, a boy from Pallet Town named Red.
Game Red is a silent protagonist turned silent NPC, so one may think it might be hard to do a character analysis on him (compared to say his Origins, Pokespe or Anime counterparts). Yet like much of Kanto, Red is a character told through environmental storytelling.
Let’s start with his name, in all official translations his name is Red. The color Red is a primary color which low key represents his role as the protagonist and the top of the Kanto hierarchy. This is most apparent when you compare Blue’s Japanese name Green which is a secondary color (implying he’s the second best of the Kanto trainers). Symbolically the color red represents passion, love, strength, confidence and importance. As time has moved on and TPCi has made Red an important character just as much as a protagonist, we can see that he embodies so much of the symbolism of his namesake color.
He’s described as having a quiet passion and love for Pokemon. He exudes strength and confidence in any game related adaptation and he’s quite possibly the most important trainer in the series. When you consider the fact that originally, Pokemon Gold/Silver/Crystal were supposed to be the last games in the series you realize that Red’s naming was not just random but meant to be a story of his arc. From your entry into the wonderful world of Pokemon the formidable passionate flame on top of Mt Silver that would serve as your final obstacle.
Alright so let’s take a look at Red’s team. Now canonically we know he completed the Kanto Pokedex of 151 unique little critters. That’s a huge accomplishment that affords him a vast rotation of Pokemon that most trainers in the world will not have. Yet in his NPC appearances we see that he tends to stick to a certain subset of Pokemon and this actually gives a lot of insight into his character
Like most Pokemon champions he opts for a more balanced team with varied typings. I’m going to focus on his HGSS team since that’s the one that is used the most over generations. We see he has a Pikachu, the three Kanto Starters, Lapras and Snorlax. The first thing that stands out is his use of a (very high leveled) Pikachu in a team of otherwise fully evolved Pokemon. This is of course a reference to Pokemon Yellow, but it also just shows his trust in his Pokemon. The fact that he would still keep one of his Pokemon unevolved due to the Pokemon’s own personal preference shows that Red respects the choices of his Pokemon. He even gives his Pikachu a Light Ball to hold in order to boost the powers of his moves, further showing how much he wants to work with his Pokemon to achieve their ultimate potential rather than deciding for them.
The three Kanto Starters are a way to not formally canonize which starter he chooses, but they’re also a reference to Pokemon Yellow as all three can be obtained from gifts. The same goes for his Lapras and Espeon (in GSC) which are also obtained as gifts. Snorlax rounds out the team as the Pokemon he gets by waking up with the Pokeflute (the Pokeflute being a gift). So what does this all mean for Red? It shows that despite having caught the entire Kanto Pokedex (including legendaries and mythicals) he ends up prioritizing the Pokemon he got as gifts. This shows a very sentimental side of him. This makes sense when you consider the guide to Pokemon RBG where it shows he wishes to regain his friendship with Blue back after the latter starts being mean. The Kanto journey for Red is as much of a coming of age story as it is a sentimental one as he really wants his best friend back.
Now taking a look at the moves Red chooses for his team we can see he has a varied amount of attacks that helped to hit most types for super-effective damage. A couple of things to note here is that he does seem to have a preference for moves that give status conditions as a secondary effect showing that he tries to open multiple paths to victory in battle. This shows he is calculating and knowledgeable about the moves he uses. For his HGSS Mount Silver battle you’ll notice the Kanto starters all have the three ultimate moves: Frenzy Plant, Blast Burn, and Hydro Cannon. This once again symbolizes the high degree of love Red has in his Pokemon.
However those moves are much like elemental Hyper Beams in that they require a recharge turn. And indeed Red has Giga Impact on his Snorlax which also requires a recharge turn. Not only that he uses moves like Focus Blast which has not the best accuracy. He also uses moves like Flare Blitz and Volt Tackle which give recoil damage. All this to say, Red has a bit of a reckless streak as well. Which checks when you think about how he single-handedly drove Team Rocket out of Kanto, and his actions during the Pokemas Kanto Villain arc. I do want to point out that he has the move Blizzard on three of his Pokemon which is normally a low accuracy move…except in the Hail. Which, what do you know, Mount Silver has Hail (er snow). This shows that while Red can be reckless he also is very smart in taking advantage of his surroundings.
I’m actually going to jump to his Alola Team because you see aside from levels nothing has really changed except for the moves. Once again he still has some high risk-high reward moves but they’ve been toned down a bit. This actually provides a bit of subtle character growth as we see he’s toning down his reckless streak as he has become an adult. We also see in his moves and items in the battle tree that he varies the strategies he uses against opponents in terms of moves and items used. This is fitting given that this time he’s now known as a Battle Legend. He uses quite a few mega items in the Battle Tree which once again affirm the love and trust he has for his Pokemon.
Now let’s take a look at the few quotes we get from Red
"Hi! Do you like Pokémon? Uh no, I just asked you. Huh? You're strange!"
"Hi! Thanks for earlier! Pardon? Is it that fun to mimic my every move?" - Talking to CopycatThis is one of the non-Pokemon Masters spoken words we get out of Red from RBGY/FRLG. Here he’s talking to Copy Cat who is…copying every word he says. It’s a funny bit of dialogue that shows despite being a living legend he was still definitely a kid with brutal honesty by calling CopyCat strange. But we get to see he is a polite child as he thanks CopyCat for the TM he get while also still curious as to why CopyCat seems to enjoy mimicking him.
"…?""…?!" -if Red defeats the player in the Pokemon World Tournament In Pokemon Black 2/White 2 When most of us think of Red, we think of the fact that he typically speaks in ellipses. I really liked this set of ellipses from the Pokemon World Tournament as it’s possible for any character to beat the player without forcing a rematch to progress the story. So that means any of the champions can claim victory. In the case of Victory with Red, here he seems to express a bit of shock that he won against Nate/Rosa. This shows a great deal of humility for him because by the time of the second Unova story events, he’s well regarded as a living battle legend.
"...I accept your challenge!" - To Blue before the Pasio Tournament Finals
This was a very touching moment between Red and Blue. Blue was admittedly rashly challenging Red to a battle due to his own insecurities about being a good rival to Red especially given the Pasio format of three on three battles. Normally when Red accepts challenges he does so silently, but here we see him make a verbal acceptance. This is huge because it shows how important Blue is to him. He recognizes Blue still struggles with insecurity in regards to the rivalry and rather than just wordlessly accept a battle, he tells Blue he accepts to show that he acknowledges Blue not just as his best friend, but as his rival. Even when he’s challenged by champions like Leon and Cynthia he is wordless, but with Blue he speaks to affirm the challenge. It speaks volumes about how much Red cares about Blue. Again going back to the RBGY guide book that talks about how Red wants to get his friend back, you can see how Red doesn’t want to lose Blue as a friend again and is willing to verbally affirm Blue, because he recognizes that words of affirmation are a love language to Blue.
"(Blue, Leaf...Let's win this—together!)" - in his head Okay so he didn’t actually speak this out loud but this counts. As they’re preparing for the finals of the Pasio Tournament, you see once again how much Red values his two childhood friends. He doesn’t just want this to be “The Red Show” where he, the living legend, effortlessly takes down the opponents and with all of the glory going to himself. He wants to win it with the help of his friends. This once again shows how sentimental Red is as a person
"Congratulations! You won!"
This is also major in one of the few times he speaks after losing, but also in front of a large audience. Him verbally congratulating Scottie/Bettie and their team for their win shows a high degree of respect that he has for the rookie trainer to be able to lead a team to victory against him and his closest friends. Considering that (despite what team you use against him) the cutscene shows Rosa, Misty and Brock this is also a way of him showing major respect to the first two gym leaders he ever took on when he began his journey in Kanto years ago.
"... ... ... ... ... ... Words are unnecessary!"
I remember seeing this “A Day with Sygna Suit Red” the first time and absolutely dying of laughter when these words were uttered. Red was absolutely trolling Flint and Scottie/Bettie at the moment knowing very few would believe them if they said they heard Red speak. It’s nice to see a more playful side of him that also shows why he, Blue and Leaf all get along so well. They’re all little shits.
Alright I’m going to add a few more quotes from some other characters to give a bit more context to Red’s character
"Red is never satisfied with how strong he is. He's always looking for new ways to grow as a Trainer and bring out the potential of his Pokémon." - Professor Oak
With this quote from Professor Oak, we can see once again how despite how strong Red is he never lets it get to his head. He’s always constantly seeking improvement."With Red, what really stood out to me wasn't that he was strong but that he seemed very gifted as a Trainer." - Brock
Even though it may seem like to some that Red is portrayed as having always been this ultra strong trainer, Brock’s words here show that he had to grow into his strength. Yes he may have had a bit of a knack of battling, but those early victories weren’t flawless. He’s still fallible
"Well, don't go overboard with the tough love, Red." - Blue
To be honest, it was hard to choose a quote from Blue, since he won’t shut up about Red. But I really liked this one from the Neo Champion event. It gives some more fallibility to Red as he doles out tough love to his mentees and Blue cautions him about not overdoing it. "Winning makes you two happier than anyone, while losing makes you the most frustrated. You're both unbelievably straightforward and earnest when it comes to Pokemon" - Blue, again And more quotes from Blue! Here we see him talking to Leon and comparing the two showing how similar they are on a core level. This comparison highlights Red having a straightforward philosophy when it comes to how he interacts with Pokemon and how he deals with battling. It's simple but as we can see from his results it's been very effective in catapulting to the sheer ability and strength he has.
“He’s been battling nonstop, even cutting back on sleep” - Elio That tough love he dealt to his mentees during the Neo Champion event also extends to himself as he pushes himself extremely hard after his close win against Leon in the Arc-Suit story. This tracks with him disappearing for years on Mount Silver to train after becoming the Kanto Champion. This highlights his drive to improve but also his reckless streak. It also shows just how much he respects Leon’s strength as he’s pushed Red to a limit he’s not used to being pushed to. It's also telling that he picks the three trainers (Elio, Rosa and Ethan) who in the mainline games are shown to be able to defeat his team. Once again highlighting Red's continuous strides for improvement.
Red throughout the years has been a powerful icon of the franchise and is in many ways a symbol for how as the generations pass, GameFreak continues to find new ways to explore the potential of the world of Pokemon. He’s a quiet flame filled with endless passion and a bit of recklessness. But above all he’s filled with love, love for Pokemon, the human friends he’s close to and the thrill of battle.
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Curiosity Over His Wings ── .✦
synopsis: deep in his own thoughts, Sunday stood still in the Parlor Car—when suddenly, a fleeting touch toward one of his wings caught the man's attention, snapping himself out in the end.
The Astral Express remained silent, as it traversed through the stars in the vastness of the universe. There, Sunday stood in the Parlor Car, deep in his own thoughts.
It has been a while since the man decided to board the Express, joining amongst the crew through their journey as a temporary passenger—in order to continue his own, or rather, to find the true meaning of his journey.
Despite having been blessed by new companions, he was still having troubles adapting in a new and unfamiliar place, given that he used to be trapped in a world where he strived to be the perfect one on top, otherwise he would feel like he had disappointed everyone, including himself.
But here, in a place where multiple people from multiple worlds, each of them having their own pasts to settle or to find out—converged together in order to play a single role; to explore the mysteries of the universe, following the trails left behind by the fallen Aeon, Akivili—whilst having trusted companions to rely on by your side.
No matter how hard he attempted to convince himself, the man still considered himself as an outcast.
Would he be able to fit in in the end? Would he be able to feel worthy in the eyes of his companions, were he to decide to help them with their minimal tasks?
Would they be able to trust him in the end, despite having a complex situation that happened between them in the past–
"—?!"
The man suddenly felt his body shuddered, breath hitching upon feeling the temporary but physical contact toward one of his feathered wings, before the contact was lost when he turned around to figure out the culprit.
"Ah– sorry! Did that hurt?" A voice called out, wanting to confirm. It was you, the one who had broken the silence of the room, and the culprit who had touched one of his wings without permission. The one who was standing approximately too close for someone as composed as him not liking to admit, but strangely, he didn't feel any discomfort knowing it was from you.
Nevertheless, your action served no other purpose but to get an unexpected reaction out of the poor silvery-haired man. "(Name)? why did you–" he stammered, feeling his cheeks dusted in pink, but immediately covering them up with his pair of wings. Though, his attempt to mask his expression already been noticed by you.
Chuckling in a bashful manner, a finger stroked against your cheek, feeling slightly guilty after being caught due to your own action. "Hehe, sorry... I was too focused on your wings—that I ended up giving into my own impulsive desires in the end." You admitted, not trying to hide the fact of your intentions since Sunday had already figured you as the ultimate culprit that would do this.
From the moment he boarded the Express, he had noticed you taking a liking toward his feathered wings—your lips sealed tight, but your attentive eyes giving your hidden interest away. Sometimes, you would give indirect questions about his wings, but for someone who has a keen intuition, he knew of your desires to touch them just from your gaze alone.
But he wasn't expecting that you would actually consider taking the first initiative; especially not when he was deep in his own thoughts half a minute ago, not giving him as much of a warning.
"I–" clearing his throat, one of his wings moved slightly in order for his eyes to be able to see you clearly, the frowned expression on his face implying of the discomfort upon your action—but the blush spreading across his cheeks giving a hidden message that it wasn't the case.
"...I-if you had the desire to touch them, then you need just ask me." He stated, removing his wings from his face in order to look at you straight in the eyes, though his blush was still evident, "I would've given you the pleasure of indulging your curiosity."
Listening to his words, you stared at him in silence for a moment, before opening your mouth again. "Wait..." You murmured, the corner of your lips curling upwards, "Does that mean I can touch your wings again, but this time—with your permission?!"
"That's–" Dear Aeons, you really liked the idea of touching his wings that much, huh...?
Sighing, Sunday turned away, looking into the horizon of the windows. "...Merely for a few seconds." He confirmed, murmuring with his tone softer than usual.
"Yay, thanks Sunday!" You cheered, feeling happy that the person you've been wanting to indulge in had given you permission to touch his wings now, even just for a few seconds.
Seeing you get happy with his condition, he couldn't help but glance to your form, the sight of you smiling like a child who had been allowed to do what they wanted from their parents evident in front of him.
He couldn't help but be amused, feeling his heart fluttering.
Clearing his throat again, one of his wings moved in order to cover half of his face from you, so that you wouldn't be able to see the blush deepening on his cheeks—and the subtle smile forming onto his lips.
...Maybe, he can get used to this place in the end, after all.
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Shadows and Paws
Chapter 1: Into the Wild
Pairing: 141 x reader, Eventual Poly 141 x reader
AU: Hybrid 141 x Hybrid reader
Warning: Mostly Angst with like a smidge of fluff
Authors note: I hope yall enjoy this hybrid AU, I’ve been dabbling into a lot of things
Word Count: 1.1k
Masterlist | Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
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The sanctuary was nothing like they’d expected.
Dense fog clung to the forest floor, muffling their footsteps and swallowing every sound. Towering trees stretched endlessly above them, their branches twisted together like ancient hands guarding the sanctuary’s secrets. The air was thick and damp, carrying scents of moss and earth, tinged with hints of wild animals and faint traces of something else—something that felt old, almost sacred. It was a place untouched by the outside world, a haven carved out of the wilderness, and every instinct in Price told him they were being watched.
Captain Price led the way through the misty forest, his senses heightened, the quiet hum of wolf instincts ever-present in his mind. His eyes scanned the shadows, alert for any sign of movement, every fiber of him tuned to the pulse of the forest. Behind him, Ghost moved like a wraith, his panther-like form blending seamlessly into the darkness, each step careful and deliberate, his presence almost an extension of the shadows themselves. Gaz circled above in falcon form, his sharp eyes piercing through the canopy, scanning the surrounding trees with precision, watching for anything out of the ordinary. Soap followed close to Price, his husky ears perked and alert, his energy barely contained, as if every sound was calling him to explore.
As a pack, they moved seamlessly, each member adapting to the environment, their hybrid senses complementing each other. The forest around them was eerily quiet, the usual sounds of birds and insects absent as though the sanctuary itself was holding its breath. Just as Price was about to signal for a halt, Gaz’s voice crackled softly through the comms, a low murmur that barely broke the stillness.
“Got movement, Cap. Northwest, closing fast. Looks like we’ve got company.”
Price’s ear twitched, picking up the faint rustling of leaves from the direction Gaz had indicated. He raised a hand, signaling the others to stop, his body tensing as he scanned the shadows ahead. His gaze sharpened, waiting for any sign of a threat, when a sudden flash of red fur caught his eye, there and gone again, darting through the underbrush with silent grace and a speed that suggested they weren’t alone.
“It’s a fox,” Price muttered under his breath, though he didn’t relax, his hand hovering near his weapon just in case.
Moments later, a figure emerged from the trees, moving with a fluid confidence that put the entire team on edge. It was a fox hybrid, their stature smaller than the 141 members but exuding an unmistakable presence. Their sharp, glinting eyes danced over each of them, assessing, appraising, lingering just a moment longer on Ghost before finally settling on Price.
“Well, well,” the fox drawled, their voice carrying a playful yet dangerous edge as they crossed their arms. “More rogues, I assume? You’re not exactly blending in.”
The fox’s sly smile and relaxed stance belied a readiness, a coiled energy that suggested they could vanish or attack in an instant if provoked. Price held their gaze steadily, refusing to let himself be rattled. “We’re just passing through,” he said, his voice steady, but every word measured.
The fox tilted their head, studying them intently with a glimmer of amusement in their eyes. “Nobody just passes through here,” they replied, one brow raised as they spoke. “But if you’re here to help, then maybe we can have a chat. Otherwise…” They trailed off, their fingers twitching ever so slightly, a subtle hint that they could disappear into the shadows in a heartbeat if they chose.
Price exchanged a glance with Soap, who was watching the fox intently, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I like ‘em already,” he whispered to Ghost, whose only response was a quiet, amused huff from under his mask.
The fox’s gaze flickered between them, clearly aware of the silent exchanges. “So, are you going to keep staring?” they teased, their voice laced with a challenge. “Or should I show you somewhere a bit safer than out here?”
“Lead the way,” Price replied, stepping forward, his voice a quiet command as he signaled to the others to follow.
The fox hybrid didn’t hesitate, moving deeper into the forest with a quick, confident stride, winding through paths that seemed invisible to anyone who hadn’t been born to this place. As they walked, the fog grew thicker, shrouding the trees in a ghostly mist that muted every sound and blurred the edges of the world around them. It was as if the sanctuary itself was wrapping them in secrecy, guarding its mysteries from prying eyes.
They came to an abrupt stop near a secluded glade where a small fire flickered, casting a warm, welcoming glow against the cold mist. The fox turned to them, their gaze unwavering as they gestured for them to sit around the fire. Soap dropped down with a grin, his tail wagging with an eagerness that made Price feel the faintest sense of relief at being out of the open, if only for a moment.
“I’ll make this quick,” the fox began, folding their arms across their chest as they met each team member’s gaze. “There’s a group of rogues here, causing chaos for hybrids and humans alike. They’re not subtle, and they’re dangerous. If you’re here to help with that, then I can give you intel—maybe even show you some safe paths.”
Price studied them carefully, his expression unreadable. “And what’s in it for you?”
The fox shrugged, a slight smile tugging at the corner of their mouth. “I don’t trust anyone to do a job properly unless I’m involved. Besides, you all look like you could use a bit of help.”
Soap chuckled, an amused spark in his eyes as he looked the fox over with admiration. “You’re not wrong about that.”
Ghost’s voice cut in, low and sharp as he fixed the fox with a piercing stare. “And how do we know we can trust you?”
The fox met Ghost’s gaze without flinching, their own expression softening slightly. “You don’t,” they replied simply. “But you can trust that I don’t want those rogues overrunning my home.” For the first time, Price caught a glimpse of something deeper beneath their confident demeanor—a hint of loyalty, a fierce protectiveness that resonated with him.
The fox shifted, stretching out with a lazy elegance as their red tail curled around them, a playful glint returning to their eyes as they looked each of them in turn. “Well, boys, do we have a deal?”
Price didn’t need to look back at his team to know their answer. He extended his hand, sealing the alliance with a firm nod, his gaze steady. “Looks like we’re in this together.”
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End of Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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