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monstermaster13 · 2 years ago

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An Aykroyd Simp’s Wish Come True.

Nathan to Were-Aykroyd TF.

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Every fan has an origin story and each origin story has a result that tells you it all, Nathan was a huge Dan Aykroyd fan and he wasn’t afraid to admit he was a simp, it started in 2020 and now he was a full-blown simp for Dan in general thanks to his friends on Discord egging him on, but that was about to become so much more. He couldn’t help but dream about Dan sometimes, to the point he dreamed about turning into him and it felt real…even though they were just dreams, at least he thought they were just dreams. But one night he had a dream/vision that he didn’t know he’d have, basically the vision had him thinking about Dan and talking about him to his friends, but the dream took on a twist when he started to morph and transform, this had happened ever since he got transformed into the Were-Aykroyd he is today and he loved it, he tried to hide it, his love 0f 80’s horror added to this.

At first he thought it would be horrifying to be like that, but eventually he warmed up to it and he couldn’t help but think about it, naturally he always seemed to get jealous of others whenever they got transformed…’Aaaw come on, why do they get to morph and not me? I’m the main Were-Aykroyd here and I feel like these people aren’t all worthy of it.’ He was just naturally petty like that, and that's alright. He had his dark moments, yes but he never intended to come across as a villain, it’s just he was the kind of person some people would avoid, and if you think this is going to be one of those anime tf stories with some random oc being turned into one of those bishounen types or a Jojo character or one of those random ones that are a garbled mashup of pop culture references that don’t make sense, this is one that has elements of horror and humor to it. Late in April 2022, the Aykroyd dreams came back to him and made him want more of it, his inner Were-Aykroyd was starting to get worried, he hadn’t been around in a while.

The night of May 6th proved to be more impactful than he thought…he had been having another dream about the Were-Aykroyd side to him, but in said dream he was being viewed as insane for believing in the Aykroyd-verse lore. ‘Look, I told you i’m not insane. There is indeed an in-depth and fascinating lore behind all of Dan Aykroyd’s movies that nobody knows of and it’s all real. I have done a Quinton Reviews style analysis on all of Dan’s filmography and have come to the conclusion that Doctor Detroit and Loose Cannons belong in the same universe.’ ‘You must be insane if you analyzed those movies.’ ‘And what’s wrong with analyzing them?’ ‘They’re both terrible.’ ‘What did you say?’ ‘I said Doctor Detroit and Loose Cannons are terrible movies.’ Without warning, he knocked the person who said that onto the ground with seemingly inhuman strength.

“Wow..how on earth did you do that?”

“You mean knocking someone down with inhuman strength like that?”

‘Yes…wait a minute, aren’t you?’ ‘The Were-Aykroyd? Uhhh…how do you know that?’ He nervously blushed as he tried to remain calm but he panicked, causing his right hand to enlarge and the skin on it to mature as hairs grew on it, his brownish Were-Aykroyd hairs. ‘No, not now…not now.’ He moaned as his stomach gurgled, making a dash for it, he made his way out as quickly as possible before hiding behind the nearest display stand.

“Excuse me for a second…”

This part always was one he could tell was bound to happen, this always happened and when it did, he always awoke to find himself transforming. A couple of minutes later after the dream ended, he woke up to a rather familiar sensation, his stomach gurgled a couple of times. ‘Here we go, it’s been a while.’ ‘Why yes..it certainly has.’ He looked over into the mirror, and he noticed he was already seeing Dan Aykroyd in place of his reflection. ‘Dan. I thought you…’ ‘That I wasn’t contacting you after a while? I’d never leave you, i’m the one true friend you have, unlike some of your previous friends who turned on you and left you.’

“That’s true..”

Nathan raised his eyebrow, this did sound suspicious but he wouldn’t doubt his twin even for a minute. ‘Yeah, i have been getting visions of you a lot recently.’ ‘Which you should be.’ He had been having a bit of an odd year so far, with all the body-snatching and alien attacks within the same area and serial killer incidents our Were-Aykroyd friend was going to be there to help him. 'I could use a break from the crime in this city to be honest, too many murderers stealing human bodies.' 'Yeah, can't they pick their own bodies instead of just picking those of their allies.' 'Some of them kill their own team mates.' Nathan was glad to see his twin and spirit animal again. ‘Do you miss turning into me?’ ‘Oh Dan, you most certainly know I do.’ ‘How would you like to give it another go?’

“You don’t need to ask me.”

“Alright, relax and just listen to me.”

Nathan concentrated and he listened to Dan’s voice, Dan began to condition him and made him feel calmer and as he did, he thought of all those good transformations and forgot about the previous episodes involving the doppelgangers lots of transformation horror and detail involve skin-shedding like reptiles, yet too much melodrama about how they hate being human like Julian for example…'I don't get why Julian hates his human form so much, I mean shouldn't he like being human as opposed to being reptile-like?'.

“Yeah, I don't get how Rachel doesn't immediately recognize him in his transformed state."

‘Yeah I don't get that as well, I hate melodramatic shapeshifters, annoying as all hell.’ ‘But luckily you’re not like them and you like the type that’s more like me, right?’ ‘Of course.’ 'I know you initially resisted and attempted to hide your transformation, but then again you had no reason to.' 'Not many people can understand my powers, I cannot understand them either.'

Nathan concentrated a few more times and as he did, he felt warming sensations spreading across his body as skin matured and lost imperfections, looking at his chest he could feel it broadening and growing as brownish hairs developed on it. In addition to this, the hairs grew on his stomach which broadened a bit as his hands enlarged. He examined his body for a bit, taking it all in as he knew now this was natural. The were-aykroyd was always going to be there for him and he was very proud of this fact, he felt a couple of sensations as his back slowly broadened and his shoulders followed suit and he shot up to the height of 6’1.

His feet enlarged as two of the toes on both of them fused at the knuckle and developed the traits of being webbed as his rear plumped up, he always did simp over this bit…it had been established before he was bisexual and his were-aykroyd side was the same way, but of course he had a particular taste. His neckline altered as his hair darkened, his forehead grew a little bit higher up as his eyebrows thickened, arching a little while one of his eyes turned greenish and the other remained brown, his nose broadened and developed a cleft in the middle as his features became more Aykroydian and plumped up as his voice altered to sound exactly like how he looked…which was to say…like he was Dan Aykroyd, which he sort of was, but he also was himself. He looked over and saw a list of plans ‘Nathan’ had set up, a couple of spells for altering characters in different universes. ‘Perfect.’

His transformation reached completion as he was in his Were-aykroyd form once more and he was glad to be back in business. He began to copy the plans for the spells and then summoned his siblings who were of course Dan Aykroyd characters. ‘Got a new set of plans set up.’

“What are we waiting for? Let’s do it.”

“Absolutely.”

He printed out the plans and got everything that was needed for the spell and he recited it, unleashing a dark blast of supernatural energy that transcended the realm he was in and entering the dimension of the tv show Herodale College, which was an Animal House style comedy about superheroes and villains, he knew of the heroes that he wanted to transform, he admired shapeshifters so he got Mr Mimicry, the team's resident morphing expert who was also an alien to morph into a Were-Aykroyd, the shapeshifter thought it would be easy to morph back to normal but he got stuck in Were-Aykroyd form, which was then followed by Hero House in general being transformed.

The Were-Aykroyd known as Dan smirked as he watched the dark energy wave spread to several other universes, before landing at the Marvel universe. ‘Not yet…but soon.’ ‘Do you have interest in going after them sometime?’ ‘Oh, definitely. After all, were-aykroyds do love heroic figures like law-enforcement and superheroes.’ ‘That’s true, you could recruit some of them.’ And thus with that Dan finished the spell and began warming up another one, this one would be a teleportation spell to bring the Avengers form the MCU over into his half of the universe.

Later on he fully organized for a few Were-Aykroyds to be sent into the MCU as part of his next plan, he would send out some of them to keep the SHIELD agents busy while he worked on his plans to do with the Avengers, he knew exactly what to do with them, and unlike a certain titan he didn’t need the Infinity Gauntlet for it, and thus the year of the Aykroydian invasion was once again kicking off in full force.

Sometimes you don’t need a complex story to tell a good tale of how your character became how they are, sometimes all you need is brainpower, not when you naturally have been developing your own original story for years. And that’s really what anyone could ask for, or even wish for.

#Dan Aykroyd #Aykroyd-verse #celebrity tf

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lethalitisms · 25 days ago

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It had whispered to him things about himself which he did not know . . . and the whisper had proved irresistibly fascinating. It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core. It was written that I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.

Isola affiliated Eddie Brock & Venom Symbiote as seen in Marvel Earth-616. Indie friendly. 18+ only. Canon-typical violence may be present. Spawned by Kriss ( he/him, 21 ). Please read rules prior to interaction, thank you!

This is a love story.

PERM STARTER CALL + APP + STATS + READING LIST + RULES . . .

CURRENT GROUP EVENT + SYMBIOTE LORE

This is an Isola Radiale affiliated blog, but I am open to writing with indies. I will interact with those not within the group, but the group will take priority. You may also find me on my ( super low activity ) multimuse! All group threads are tagged #phenethylamine ᯓ threads and non-group threads will be #non isola

On that note, I will write only from the canon point I'm writing in ( or before it ). This helps me to maintain an overall mental flow, because jumping back and forth between verses can be a bit much. To check the current canon point, check the app or reading list! Anything from before the current canon point is fine for indies, but for group members ( for obvious reasons ) I usually drop all group threads once I update my canon point

I typically respond in paragraph / novella length and format my replies with small text, 65x65px icons, and bold dialogue. If you need me to change this to make it easier to read, you can DM me if it’s not listed anywhere in your page.

I use stylized brackets to indicate who is talking and whether or not other muses can hear them. These 「 squared brackets 」 indicate that the symbiote is speaking exclusively to Eddie within his mind, these ╭ half-brackets ╮ indicate that Eddie is speaking to the symbiote exclusively within his mind, and these ⸨ doubled brackets ⸩ indicate them speaking as Venom out loud. Usual "quotation marks" are when Eddie is speaking normally out loud.

Random starters are epic, please don’t be afraid to spontaneously interact with me- especially if we’ve never written together before. I’m here to have fun with all of you guys. If I follow you, then that means I want to interact!

If you’re unfamiliar with the source lore but want to know more, you are absolutely free to ask me about it! The Marvel 616 comics has a very long history and I am very much a yapper at heart over these two.

If you’re interested in shipping with Eddie and/or the symbiote (romantic / platonic / familial / rival / etc) then please let me know. Let’s build connnections n stuff :] I always love a bit of networking between the muses. The symbiote has no real sexuality ( as the species knows it, at least ) and Eddie is . . . in love with an alien already. But who knows! Could get interesting with the right chemistry. . .

My timezone is GMT+8 and my sleep schedule is fucked. So basically, I’m just online whenever.

I prefer to queue most of my things. Replies, starters, etc. I like to respond really fast but also not worry if I’m clogging everything up on the dash with it.

Hi, I'm Kriss! He/him, 21, Muslim Malaysian. You might recognize this url from, geez, five years ago? Yeah, I dropped muse after First Host but now I'm back because I got that brainrot in me. I have a bunch of other ( also affiliated ) blogs but this is the only one that's indie friendly . . . you're free to check them out too ! I write Silverhand, Wick, Volo, and Nate when I'm not gooping it up in here.

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blckshecp · 3 months ago

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𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄, 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 … A꙲꙲S꙲꙲K꙲꙲ ꙲꙲M꙲꙲E This is a writing blog for the OC Tyler Marshall, my own creation. Based in my own personal lore that is still being developed and constantly changing. There will be various experiments and fleshing out of this character. This is a sideblog to my main girl, Keyzkiller all follows will come from that blog. Bear in mind if you do not follow Hope's blog I will NOT follow back. NSFW themes are present. topic of character and story is of horror. mun is 25+. private. primarily iconless, minimal formatting. create your own space, if you dont vibe block and leave and i'll do the same.

birthed by l / lake

The basic concept for Tyler is he is a jumper, he is able to leap between universes at will after practicing his ability to do so (more in depth break down below. with stats and verses ).

Name: Tyler Ray Marshall Age: 36 (infinite technically) DOB: 03/06/1966 POB: Copperwood, TX Current residence: Unknown ( verse dependent) Occupation: bar owner, archeologist, etc ( verse dependent) Marital Status: Single Children: N/A Sexuality: Pansexual / Demiromantic Height: 6'1" Species: Human ( a sub species of human not documented / alien ) Weight: 191 lbs Pronouns: He/ Him Father: Duane Marshall Mother: June Marshall Older Brother: Colton Marshall Younger Brother: Aaron Marshall Pets: several, mainly dogs and cats and a few horses and cows Positive trait: Dependable Neutral Trait: Intelligent Negative Trait: Cruel Current status: Fighting through whatever the fuck is going on in his head Fc: boyd holbrook, stephen lang ( an older interpretation of how i see Tyler even if he never really ages ) Abilities: Tyler is able to jump between universes at will, it happened at random when he was a child and during his teen years after slowly rejecting the drugs that the psych hospital tried to force feed him, he was able to train his ability. He doesn't know what to call it, he calls it jumping -- because every time he leaves a universe he replaces the current version of himself in that timeline. He remembers his previous universe and lifetime, but he is left blank on the current events and world he just entered.

TBW in greater detail, the logistics of jumping etc.

#/( pinned #/( ooc #lake / l #27 #cst #DNI

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ineedtherapist · 3 years ago

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after like a week of inactivity i am going to bombard your ask with random things that are totally out of context i love gingers and i have an oc who is a ginger, and there's this boy at my school who looks just like him and everytime i see him i'm like that wojak meme who has his mouth opened and is pointing at something in the distance, and that boy doesn't know i am referring to him as my oc's name when i'm talking with my friends and he will never know.

once upon a time i woke up with a terrible stomach pain, like it was so painful i almost shed a tear, and i rarely cry. so i ran up to the bathroom and i passed out. when i gained conciousness i looked at myself in the mirror and i was pale as a ghost's butt cheeks. i left the bathroom and my mom is like "what happened" and i told her "eh, nothing much, just passed out" my dog was looking at me and i tried not to laugh, bcuz he has a dumb little face. so anyway, that day i stayed at home

when i was in preschool i had a crush on a boy who punched me in the guts, and my headcanon is that jotaro did the same when he liked someone when he was young

i was once writing a kny rp in which i totally lost my mind; so i live in poland, right? and me and my friends transformed bucci gang into a pathological polish family (i know it's about kny, but wait) and abbacchio was a king of the district and just a hobo in general. so i took him and just rammed him into demon slayer's universe and he was like... an alcoholic demon sage who helped the entire gang defeat astro-people, who were mostly based on teachers at my school and a few problematic people. you know, just for giggles. abbacchio's (we were calling him "boadicea" back then) power was to create an alcohol barrier and everything was just like... what the frick's happening

ALCOHOL BARRIER-

u really can't take abba seriously can you 💀

but ngl it fits him a lot.

WDYM 'eh nothing much I just passed out' like bro?? why?? how?? spill the tea homie. 😋

I'm counter attacking urs out of context with mine now cuz LMAO THIS IS SO FUN TO READ

Back when I was 15 I used to make a whole verse of psychological horror AU based on my teachers n bestie.

my teachers are like.. in their 40's/50's💀

BRO DON'T BLAME ME, MY BESTIE HAVE DADDY ISSUES AND SHE ALWAYS FALL FOR OLDER PPL NOT YOUNGER THAN 30 EVEN NOW.

So I was like well- why don't we make a spinoff of that. So we got like the whole verse set up. character development, angst, fluff, horror you name it. We even make headcannons and ship. mind you, I haven't discover tumblr yet and doesn't even realize what I'm doing lol.

It's basically just me making ocs and lores to indulge my bestie in her endless crushing for dilf till now

WE ALSO PUT A CHARACTER INSPIRED BY OUR COUNTRY MINISTER IN THERE AND YES, MY BESTIE HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM TOO 👹

One of me and my bestie pretty close friend are one of the main cast but she never know and we never tell her to this day 👍

spoiler : she die in s1

Ever since I was 13, I'm actually subconsciously fixated on blondie 💀

fictional-wise that is.

it's either cuz they're too hot for no reason or they just fit into my preferences a lil bit too much.

HOLY COW I JUST REALISE SPEEDY IS ALSO A FCKIN BLOND-

There are a few more blond I use to like but those are the dark times, we don't talk about it. 💀

Back when I was 9 I almost lose my thumb and index finger cuz my dumb ass of a kid think I'm old enough to cut sugar canes with my gramps machete without being supervised by adults. cry a lot.

When I was 10, me and my cousin pretend we're forming a band. We're sitting at my gramp self-build resting hut (??) with self-made slide 😎

So as I was guitaring the broom on top of a fcking ladder in the hut with my cousin whose sitting on the floor, I cutely fell off the ladder and twist my wrist. doesn't cry but it hurt af bro 🌚

I used to have 3 cats, one die. been 6 years since that day. pick up a new one 2/3 years ago. they fight a lot lol cuz the other two are sibs and the new bb kinda invading their territory. doesn't fight as much nowadays tho. still remember my bb girl from 6 years ago a lot cuz she's the sweetest out of all 4 and she isn't here anymore :)

#al shits #al brohomies #al homies #al-ask

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nerice · 3 years ago

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mute city heaven !! full lore time !! this goes out 2 the anon who asked ♡ sorry that tumblr yeeted that msg to fuckwhere when i tried to reply OTL

mute city heaven

is part of my unfortunately neglected side-verse a/s. it’s abt a small cult far away from golden court shenanigans, established by a tracker-gone-rogue + the rabbit beast that was sent to kill them, who put aside their difference 2 take down the academy instead. their lil settlement is called the ‘heaven estates’ a collection of family manor houses that ring a central arena, the cataract, where they make their kids fight to the death. :’3<

there is. a lot of fucked up eye aesthetics in this story bc apparently main verse + screenplay are not enough 2 fully scratch that eye gore itch i have. pun intended. in the sanctum beneath the arena they keep a muted true ruler whose blood they use as eye drops on newborns to give them powers (resulting in either death, or the eyes being branded with peculiar patterns) these powers come w fairly vague terms such as “balance” “seeing” “floating” but can get quite wild. the tiers are:

base (non-combat tested)

mid/moderate, which just means the power-user has been in combat but nothing has happened 2 their power yet

high (changes the pattern to a more elaborate one, boosts power)

exalted (divine pattern, extremely powerful. that’s the state they are going for, and has only happened once on record)

then there are the fucked up states: dire (unstable power mutation) and fatal (extremely corrupted power state that trumps exalted but will kill the user in some fucked up rebound way)

what causes the power shifts is unclear but the tournament seems 2 be the most effective way to draw out alternate power states (though some kids will shift literally during breakfast on a random day) the ultimate goal being the cultivation of a private army for both infiltrating + one day obliterating the academy. the matches aren’t necessarily to the death (kids have a low turnover rate after all) but death does happen a little more often than it does not,, also final fact before i talk abt the story,, th main appeal obviously is fucky eyes and even fuckier powers; most of the kids are masked or veiled (bc u can tell the power from the pattern if you are familiar with it) and some users like fauve (”knowing”) can derive all intricacies of your power from a single glance. also this is my one story where i get to write big family feuds n all the intrigue that comes w it :3!!

ALL OF THAT BEING SAID. here’s what it’s abt (under th cut bc we’re running longgg)

eoshin

half brothers both gifted with the power of “seeing” eo + shin got pitted against one another in the tournament, and eo ran from it. he is the first and (officially) only person who ever manage to escape the heaven estates. shin was sent to bring him back (dead or alive) a chase during which both their eyes shift to “high seeing” but, ultimately, eo escapes and shin returns to the estates empty handed, still locked tightly into the cult to this day, while eo started his own settlement in an abandon quarry not too far off. in the years since he’s tried his best to smuggle children out of the estates, with lackluster success, but the quarry houses a little bandit camp of misfits whom the families wanted to be rid off, succeeded in running off on their own, or those who eo was able to salvage after they had been left for dead in the arena. he’s determined to get them even farther away but few of the kids want to leave since they all have unfinished business with the heaven estates.

minvenn

min is the only person whose powers ever exalted. nobody knows what her powers were because she wore black contacts at all times & nobody lived to tell the tale of fighting her. min is also dead. it’s a murder mystery that falls on the shoulders of her younger sibling (venn) who wakes from their debut tournament with no memory of the fight & runs away from the estates after discovering their sister’s body. all of this happens almost a decade after the eo/shin mess n venn ends up at the quarry, determined to unravel who’s behind the death of their sister.

odds n ends

this story is an absolute disaster currently n i have no idea where it’s going but here are some other fun aspects: very rarely kids get two different powers, one in each eye. officially this is impossible n the families that have such children closely guard that secret. there’s an “armory” user who can pull weapons out of their eye, bc i love my eye gore. some of the fucked up power state patterns expand over the face or even farther across the body. also this story intersects with the main verse via miro (”floating”) and fauve (”knowing”), who are sent to infiltrate the academy only to meet eliada nd while miro gets caught up in old queen murder/golden court plot, fauve accompanies eliada on his universe research quest and has the joy of getting stuck there w him & getting 2 meet my fav soulless bastard(s). it also intersects (possibly) with my witch boy story (touching fire) whose protag rue might be the kid of an eye-power user n retain some of that funkiness while having none of the eye pattern, as well as my necromancer story but it’s hard 2 tell if vi’s gift for resurrection can be ascribed to mch heritage since they are missing their head. lol

a/s is a forest grown from all my old story ideas tenuously crammed under the moon system umbrella and i’m struggling 2 stick the landing here. but we got eye gore n child murder, uwub

#THANK UUUU for asking !!! i do hope you see this a. fuck tumblr #mute city heaven is based on a vry old concept that then collected dust for 10+ years. until recently :3 #eoshin actually got gifted 2 me by a dream which is. unique as far as my ocs go i love them dearly <33333333 #i will probably not figure out more details until i take the plunge n just write it for nano one day :')#shadowblogging #mucihe

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saywhen · 3 years ago

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muses by doc under the cut!!!

TOM ‘ICEMAN’ KAZANSKY; TOP GUN

perfectionist navy pilot, winner of top gun 1986, will write him from teen to present day as admiral and chief naval officer of the entire us navy

JOHN HENRY ‘DOC’ HOLLIDAY; TOMBSTONE

former dentist, has tuberculosis, currently a gambling man who moves from town to town making money and sometimes, when the need arises, murderer, *shrugs*

NICK RIVERS; TOP SECRET

international heartthrob edgy rock ‘n’ roller. think elvis but spoofed.

LUKE McKENNA; OC - FARENHEIT 451

after beatty burns montag alive bc he mad af, beatty gets removed from his post and mckenna comes in to replace him as captain. (i utilize val kilmer in spartan as the fc).

LIAM ANDERSON; OC - TAYLOR SWIFT’S ‘WILDEST DREAMS’

hot headed actor in his prime filming a movie in africa and ready for an intensely passionate affair with his co-star oOP

MASTER GUNNERY SGT BOBBY SCOTT; SPARTAN

he is a no nonsense, unquestioning his orders marine to his very own death. once he has a mission, literally nothing will stop him from completing it. he suffers from PTSD and is covered in scars from head to toe. he has night terrors from the PTSD and as such, does not allow himself to sleep often. he runs on caffeine and spite.

JOHN HOLMES, AKA JOHNNY WADD, PORNSTAR; WONDERLAND

addicted to drugs and an adult film legend w/a 14 inch... you know...

BRUCE WAYNE AKA BATMAN

burton verse obvs

RAY LEVOI; THUNDERHEART

former fbi agent, part cherokee who is just trying to discover his ancestor’s roots and spirit

SIMON TEMPLAR; THE SAINT

orphan, thief for hire, master of disguises, he has no idea who he really is

MADMARTIGAN; WILLOW

expert swordsman who lost a random, very important baby to a hawk. it’s a long story.

CHRIS KNIGHT; REAL GENIUS

actual genius, party god, avid slipper collector. college senior or college professor (verse dependent), twin brother of montgomery knight.

MONTGOMERY KNIGHT; THE ISLAND OF DR MOREAU (1996)

former neurosurgeon, has become more of a vet these days on the island of dr. moreau where there are genetic experiments on animals. twin brother of chris knight.

JAMES T. DAVIS AKA JOKER; FULL METAL JACKET

recast of joker to kilmer bc i do what i want

BEN AINSLEY; OC

his family is from old, old money and he uses that to book up time on hunter reserves in africa so actual hunters can’t hunt. he hates hunting and has never killed an animal. instead, on his trips, he explores the reserves.

WAR; SUPERNATURAL BASED RECAST OF ONE OF THE FOUR HORSEMAN OF THE APOCALYPSE

on a red motorcycle... he’s comin for you!!!

CASTIEL; SUPERNATURAL RECAST

to val kilmer because again, i do what i want

LUCAS MATSSON; OC

lucas is a history professor at a large university. his favorite things are egyptian and nordic lore. he has originals and replicas of armor, royal garbs, and weaponry for every period of world history. single ship with thxwxlf.

ROBBY GALLAGHER; RED PLANET

with three ex-wives and an elvis obsession, robby was chosen to be the first group of astronauts to colonize mars after the introduction of algae to mars in 2025.

KING PHILIP; ALEXANDER

king of macedonia. drunk. asshole. father of a bastard.

WILLIAM ‘SPOOKY’ MCPHERSON; CONSPIRACY (2008)

marine with horrific ptsd that he tries to chase away with drugs and alcohol to no avail. shell of who he used to be.

CHRIS SHIHERLIS; HEAT

caught up in the mob life. now on the run.

DR. NICHOLAS PINTER; DOUBLE IDENTITY

doctor without borders physician, framed, blackmailed, untrusting.

JOHN SMITH; FELON

after his wife and daughter were rxped and murdered, he found their bodies and a reckoning happened. approx. 17 people were murdered which included the two men that did it and their entire families. he has no regrets about it.

JOE MANDITSKI; KILL THE IRISHMAN

cleveland pd detective who is Tired™ and desperate to bring the mob down in his city

PAUL PRYZWARRA; DEJA VU

tired TM fbi agent. divorced. works WAY too much.

JAKE HARRIS; MINDHUNTERS

fbi instructor at quantico. thinks outside the box. loves cake.

MARK CORNELL; HARD CASH

corrupt fbi agent working to launder money with the local mob.

TOM VAN ALLEN / DANNY PARKER / JIMMY FINN; THE SALTON SEA

after tom’s wife was murdered, he became danny and seemed to be spiraling into drugs and alcohol, but it was all a well-thought-out ruse to bring down the two corrupt law enforcement officers who were responsible for his wife’s death. after he got his revenge ten-fold, he became jimmy and moved away from the salton sea. you can find him anywhere but california.

MOSES; THE TEN COMMANDMENTS MUSICAL/PRINCE OF EGYPT

the actual moses. i do not rp with animated fcs or use one and i will be using val kilmer as the fc and not accepting discourse on this matter. he did an amazing portrayal. my decision is final. ope

#muses #muse list #ooc

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neptuniadoesstuff · 9 months ago

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Random N-Verse Lore #01 - By Bubs

Alright here some LORE bcs my frend wanted it

(Slight TW for Sacrifice)

Martyr used to be a human, but not just any human, a captain of a space ship... but then smtn bad happened where he decided to "leave to get the milk" but ended up getting the whole crew myorded.

Martyr frankly became very regretful when he came back to earth that he pretty much told the police he killed wone of his old colleagues & decided to turn himself in to the police.

During his imprisonment, he heard about a certain prophecy.. a prophecy about a strange reptile-like individual called "The King", he thought maybe this would help him with his guilt.. So he basically drew a circle with the strange sigil.. The Sigil of Teerbus, the God of Chaos & the God of the lizard aliens.. After that he layer down & told his cell mate to.... stab him... At first they didn't comply but out of pressure they did it anyway, killing him instantly..

Despite his body & soul were now separated, he could feel himself becoming a God! A King! Coming into a new body? Into a new life!

And then... it was dark... then he woke up, in a new body, this body was now his vessel, a vessel... for a God! A king! Maybe this will be his day to finally redeem himself of his crimes!

Thats all I have for #01 of Random N-Verse Lore.

#N-Verse #PoL #Planet of Luhzeruh #Martyr Von'Dawn #OC #Mimic #Lore #Random Lore #Part 01 #NeptuniaDoesStuff #Fanfic?

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talesmaniac89 · 5 years ago

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The Wingman

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: You worry about Dean Winchester as he’s trying to act like your wingman to hook you up with Sam, unaware that Sam thinks Dean’s his wingman.

Triggers: None, just fluff

Y/N = Your Name | Y/E/C = Your Eye Colour | Y/H/C = Your Hair Colour

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Reader: For the last few days Dean Winchester, your best friend and the older brother of your secret crush, had been acting kind of… Well, weird as hell. Since you’d moved into the bunker your best friend had always just treated you as one of the boys. Just as ready to prank you or help you out whenever you pretended a cute bartender caught your eye to hide the fact that Sam’s flirting with some other blonde and beautiful perfect 10 was breaking your heart.

Yet, just a few days back. His whole brotherly act had twisted. Everything from little winks to secretive smirks sent your way at random times throughout the day. His very vocal appraisals of every little thing you did or wore… He wasn’t acting like the Dean you knew.

“(Y/N), you look good with your hair up… Doesn’t she look good with her hair up Sammy?”

At first, you’d struggled with the awful feeling of him possibly liking you as more than just a friend. Agonising over how you could turn the hunter, who you loved like a brother, down. Feeling awful that you had to hurt him because of your unrequited feelings for the youngest Winchester. Hell, you’d spent more than one night awake trying to rehearse and rephrase the many imaginary ways you could break it to the hunter with the biggest heart you knew.

Though you didn’t love him like that, you still loved him, and you didn’t want him to be hurt.

But… Just as soon as the agonising fears struck you, the reality of your situation hit like a goddamn freight train. And suddenly you wanted to be the one to hurt the hunter. Of course, it was a relief that your best friend still just saw you as his. Still, Dean wasn’t in love with you, which was a relief, but he knew…

He knew you loved Sam.

How he’d figured it out you didn’t know, but you were 99.9 percent certain. Dean Winchester knew you loved his brother, and he was doing a shitty job of keeping your little secret under wraps.

Sam had been around for every little wink. Usually leaning closer to read a piece of lore over your shoulder or scooting over so you could grab a seat on the couch next to him. For every secretive smirk, there was a matching secret storm of butterflies in your stomach as your pulse rose to dangerous levels at the younger hunter’s proximity.

Even the comments. Every little compliment was followed by Sam’s name. Asking his brother to back up how good your hair looked, how the top you’d just pulled out of the wardrobe was ‘very flattering’ or whatever bullshit he managed to come up with. Hell, he even kept talking about how amazing Sam was, as if you didn’t already know. Probably wanting you to agree to enact some strange form of a “you complimented each other, now kiss”-moment.

Dean knew and, just like he’d done endless times at bars with random strangers, he was trying (and failing) to be your wingman.

So, when the older hunter entered the library where Sam and you were just settling in for a late night of researching for a fellow hunter’s monster of the week, you groaned internally. Knowing you were in for another evening of silent colour commentary about secret feelings, hidden glances and raised heart beats.

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Sam: Dean had been getting on Sam’s nerves for the last week. Ever since his older brother figured out how Sam felt about you, he hadn’t shut up about it whenever the two brothers were alone. But even that was tolerable next to the way he acted when you were in the room.

Dean’s way of acting like a wingman wasn’t really subtle.

Every time you were in the same room as Sam, and even remotely close to him, Dean would raise his eyebrow at the youngest Winchester. Egging him on with winks and smirks as he struggled with going past just simple greetings and hidden glances. Not that the push from Dean was even going to help…

It wasn’t as if Sam hadn’t tried to tell you. Hell, he’d attempted to get the feelings across for what felt like an eternity. But every time he wanted to say anything, to tell you he loved you, the feelings he wanted to confess just came out as simple hellos, good nights and good mornings. Turning every word he spoke to you into secret confessions of love.

Meanwhile, his older brother had no problem attempting to translate Sam’s unspoken feelings into English. The older hunter would constantly compliment you whenever you walked in the room asking for Sam to back him up.

Teasing out stuttered soliloquies that were only mere fragments of the words Sam’s mind used to describe your absolute beauty and perfection every single day. Making him cringe over his dull little “you look pretty” replies, as his mind added verses upon verses about how your (Y/E/C) eyes caught the light, how the sound of your laughter was what dreams were made of, or how much he loved the way your smile always made him feel better, brighter even on the darkest days.

All of which was left unspoken until he was alone in his room again in the evening. Regretting every one of the day's actions and replaying the moments in his head. Answering his ceiling instead of you with the words he should have said. Words of love and beauty painting his ceiling in an invisible mural of secret feelings, dedicated to you.

Worse yet was Dean’s favourite way of acting like Sam’s wingman, and probably the most transparent. The oldest Winchester’s constant “humble bragging” about his younger brother was textbook wingman behaviour. Though you still hadn’t seemed to catch on… Thankfully. Though Sam couldn’t help to tag a worried “for now” to the end of that chain of thoughts as Dean dropped down in the seat next to you. The younger hunter cringing in anticipation of another attempt to make you turn to face him.

Perfect you, and broken Sam… It wasn’t going to happen, and the only thing his brother was helping Sam with, was ruining what little bond he had with you. Once you realised, things would just get awkward. Maybe it would damage your carefully crafted friendship. Hell, maybe it would scare you away from the bunker forever. Maybe you’d never smile at him again.

No matter what - this whole shitstorm could only end with heartbreak. With Sam’s heart as the unwilling sacrifice.

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Reader: “Hey (Y/N)?” As Dean spoke up, the innocent words made you flinch from the clearly up-to-no-good smile that followed them.

Waiting for another forced compliment from Sam through Dean, or some other new and creative way to hint at your infatuation with the younger hunter, your hand gripped the old tome in your hands a little harder. Your eyes refocusing back on the words on the page with a noncommittal mumbled noise of acknowledgement. Waiting for whatever new dissection of your feelings would be performed on top of the library table that evening.

Though, for once, Dean surprised you by staying clear of the topic. Choosing instead to focus on the research in front of him. His refreshingly innuendo free question made your tense shoulders instantly relax. Though in the dark suspicious depths of your mind, you still clung to a thread of that wariness.

“Which of these books should I start with?” The older hunter asked, holding up two books for you to glance at out of the corner of your eye. Looking over at the two ancient books you simply nodded towards his right hand, relief clearly evident in your eyes as Dean gave you a boyish, teasing grin. Letting you know that he hadn’t missed the obvious way your body relaxed at the innocent question.

“That one. We’re looking for info about a possible djinn subspecies to help out on a strange case in New York,”

With a silent nod, Dean dropped the other book back onto the library table with a dull thud before hunkering down over the dusty pages of the book you’d pointed out. As his eyes scanned the page, you were rewarded with no more than a few seconds of silence before the older Winchester clearly decided to audition for the role of annoying best friend once more with an overacted sigh.

“This one’s too much for me… Someone smarter should read it,” The hunter groaned out words that were clearly a load of bull. Dean Winchester was one of the smartest men you knew. So, this was clearly a ploy. And you could guess what was coming next. “Hey (Y/N)… Did you know? Sam’s super smart, he even went to Stanford. This book won’t be a problem for him,”

Focusing your full attention on the page in front of you, you burned the words into your eyes to keep from rolling them and rewarding Dean’s obvious ploy and poor acting. Opening your mouth to shut the hunter down you were just a second late as Sam beat you to it.

“Shut up Dean,” The words were no more than a mumble over the top of the book the younger Winchester, and the lead actor in all of your daydreams, was reading. The exasperation those three words were soaked in was the only hint at the expression hiding behind the leather binding as Sam kept his head in the book.

“Yeah, you’re right, we have work to do. You’ve always been the responsible one…” Dean sighed. The book forgotten on the table and his poor acting skills still very much intact even with the less than stellar reception of Act 1. “Sammy’s very responsible, isn’t he (Y/N)?”

“I know Dean... Now please focus on the research,” Your own sigh was very much not an act as you shot daggers at your best friend out of the corner of your eye. Ignoring the bright shiteating grin he gave you in return. As well as the cheeky wink that followed.

“Alright, alright… We’re all serious today,” Dean said with a roll of green eyes as your own (Y/E/C) eyes burned into him. Silently promising him a world of hurt if he didn’t calm the fuck down.

Taking your silent threat seriously, your best friend raised his hands in a quiet surrender. The bunker easily returning to the comfortable silence of rustling paper as Dean picked the book up again. Not adding any further complaints about the complexity of it as he flipped through the pages looking for hints.

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The silence lasted for half an hour give or take a few minutes.

Though it felt like no time at all had passed as the sound of Dean’s fingers tapping against the wooden table drew you out of a paragraph about Baltic genie myths that could possibly point at a subspecies. The tapping growing increasingly louder as the older hunter made no attempts at hiding how he was trying to get your attention.

Glancing at him from out of the corner of your eye, you watched as your best friend looked from Sam to you and back again. Clearly debating something with his conscience and need for absolute mayhem as green eyes followed the well beaten path between you and your crush.

A pat your own eyes had often taken to cast secretive glances at a certain Sam Winchester. Well, not so secretive it turned out. Since Dean had easily interpreted those glances for exactly what they were.

As the annoyed crease in his brow slowly but surely disappeared, only to be replaced with a smile, you steeled yourself. The confident smirk that replaced the internal round table discussion with the angel and devil on Dean’s shoulders instantly terrifying you. He was up to something, and whatever that something was, it wasn’t good.

The sound of his chair scraping jostled you fully out of the pages of the book as you looked up at him. From across the table you could see Sam flinch and look up at his brother from behind his book as well. Hazel eyes dark with worry as that cute confused crease that always made you feel all tingly made a guest appearance on his brow. Just slightly hidden by the hunter’s soft brown hair. Clearly Sam was seeing the same thing you were. And neither of you trusted the bright gleam in Dean’s eyes as he turned his chair to face you fully.

“Hey… Do I know you?” He asked, the same cocky grin brightening as you looked on confused. Your mind trying, and failing, to figure out where your best friend was going with this one.

“Uhm… Yes, you do Dean…” You hesitated over the words. Unsure what would be the right thing to say to stop whatever train wreck was happening from, well, happening.

“‘Cause you look like my future sister in law,” Dean finished with a flourish and an overacted wink. Clearly choosing to ignore your words completely as he delivered the slightly edited pickup line your way.

“Wha…” Your mind was blank. Dean had taken his little joke too far. Looking from Dean to Sam and back down to your book, you tried to find the words you needed. But Sam beat you to it, his low rumbled voice sounding equal parts embarrassed, confused and outraged.

“Did you just hit on (Y/N)? For me?” Sam’s words were barely above a whisper as he looked at his older brother. There was a quiet anger and something more, something smaller and scared, in his voice as the words trembled across the table. Reaching both you, frozen in place, and the older hunter whose grin was fading slowly when faced with his younger brother’s quiet rage.

Yet, you missed the silent argument that was happening between the two sets of eyes belonging to your best friend and the man you loved. Your mind loud and noisy with the many different creative ways the younger hunter could voice what was basically a direct rejection of your feelings. There was, after all, no way Sam could misunderstand Dean’s words. Not when he practically spelled out your feelings in plain English. Your spiralling mind only breaking free from your early attempt at crushing your own heart before Sam could as Dean’s palms slapped against the table making you jump in your seat.

“Someone had to!” Dean shouted, but there wasn’t actual anger there. More just long pent up frustration as the words echoed across forgotten research books in the library. “I’m sick and tired of this whole will-they-won’t-they thing. I feel like I’m living in a damned chick flick! And, in case you missed the memo, I hate chick flicks!”

Giving neither of you a chance to fight back or deny his words. Dean jumped fully out of his seat; one hand still anchored to the wood of the table as the other one pointed directly at you.

“(Y/N)!” Though you already knew what was coming, you couldn’t help but flinch as Dean called your name. In some twisted forced confession roll call.

“Yeah?” Your voice broke over the one-word reply, knowing he was about to either tell Sam himself, or force you to vocalise your feelings. Yet… What followed was exactly the opposite.

“My brother here is madly in love with you,” Dean said, his hand that had been pointing at you easily swinging across the table to point at his brother instead. Sam barely even took note of the finger pointing at him. His eyes wide and jaw dropped as the big guy was growing both pale and red simultaneously. His heart sending all the blood to his head in an act of a rebellious standoff featuring logic versus emotion.

“Sam…” Dean continued, clearly not done just yet.

“Sam!” Dean barked, a little louder, in an attempt to pull the younger hunter out of his daze as he barely registered the roll call. His wide hazel eyes going back and forth between his brother and you in shock and what seemed to be the early stages of embarrassed relief of finally having the truth out there.

“Sammy!” Dean’s insistent third attempt was just enough to draw a small nod out of the youngest Winchester. Which the older hunter clearly deemed as enough of a reply as he spilled the secret you’d promised yourself to never voice.

“(Y/N)’s obviously been in love with you since… Hell I don’t know, since forever,”

As the words left your best friend like a slow-motion action scene in one of those movies he loved just a little too much, you watched as Sam’s eyes stopped moving between the two of you. Instead choosing to come to a full stop on you as his brother’s words fully sank in.

Those warm brown eyes you loved going from worried and questioning to a cautious warm hope as you sat stunned. Left unable to move or speak through the cottonmouth that followed Dean’s impromptu stolen confession on your behalf.

You were rooted to your seat in shock as your eyes just numbly watched Sam. Your mind reeling as you tried to get your brain to catch up to the lightning fast development orchestrated by your best friend. Dean Winchester had just ousted you to your crush. That and…

Wait.

Did he say Sam was in love with you too?

“Wha…” Sam stopped himself from even attempting to speak through the shock as his voice broke over the very first word. Clearing his throat, his warm hazel eyes instead searched yours across the table. The careful question they asked louder than your own frantic heartbeat, as you forced your body to listen to you again.

Taking a shaky breath, you gave the man you’d been in love with for years a shy smile. The small gesture enough to make the eyes of the man you’d spent countless days, and nights, daydreaming about brighten. His own small, hesitant smile quickly grew as the mixture of your smile and his brother’s words fully sank in. Your own smile just as easily growing to echo it as you finally fully realised it was true.

Sam loved you too.

The few seconds of sweet silence as you just marveled at that fact, were just as rudely interrupted by your best friend as your years of quiet pining had been. The older hunter easily brought your attention back to him from where you’d been getting lost in Sam’s eyes with a fake tired sigh. Though you couldn’t make yourself stay angry at your very own cupid in a ratty AC/DC t-shirt.

“There! You’re both in love and you’re both welcome. Now maybe we can get some work done here huh?” Dean’s cocky smirk and fake scoff made you want to elbow him in the stomach. Yet your body was still not done catching up with you as you simply rolled your eyes at your best friend’s antics. “I guess thank yous are in order huh? To me I mean…”

“Oh, how can we ever repay you,” The sarcastic words that left Sam, underlined and punctuated by a trademark annoyed glare, beat your own by just a fraction of a second. Both of you still only glanced over at the other hunter in the room as you kept getting drawn back to each other. To marvel at the miracle that was mutual feelings.

“You can be my wingman any time,” Dean laughed from somewhere next to you. Though you didn’t turn to look at him, as you instead focused on Sam’s annoyed reaction to the movie quote. The way his brow furrowed and how his hand went up to pinch at the bridge of his nose sending little electric shocks through you. Yeah, you were a goner, anything the younger Winchester did had your heart racing.

“Dean, this isn’t Top Gun... You better not have planned all of this just so you could say that quote,” The younger Winchester shot back, eyeing his brother with slight wary suspicion. The words finally made you tear your eyes off Sam as you turned to throw an incredulous look towards your best friend.

The older hunter answering your suspicions, not in words, but in actions. As he laughed out loud and took the words as his cue to flee the room.

“Really Dean?!”

Your tired outrage mirrored Sam’s as you responded in unison to the quickly retreating back of one Dean Winchester. Though, where you couldn’t help but laugh, Sam was clearly sulking at his brother's antics, which only served to squeeze at your heart a little more.

As Dean retreated and your laughter died down, the library grew silent once more. Both Sam and you unsure where to go from there. Feelings had been voiced, but not from either of you. And so, a part of you was still hesitant to act on what you knew you felt, and now were pretty damn sure Sam felt too.

Clearing your throat, you looked into Sam’s warm brown eyes again. Looking to borrow some courage from one of the bravest men you knew as you readied yourself to speak words you’d never planned on saying out loud to anything but your bedroom ceiling.

“So…” Cursing your own cowardice you simply looked down. Trying to find the words in the palms of your hands and finding nothing but air and shaky fingers.

From somewhere across from you, you heard the tell-tale sign of a chair pulling away from the library table and, within just a few seconds, Sam’s hand was on yours. Placing strength, feelings and a piece of his heart in your hands as he crouched by your chair, looking up at you through your curtain of (Y/H/C) hair.

“You love me…” Sam whispered. The words were not exactly a question, yet not exactly a statement. They fell somewhere in between. Inside that little piece of magic and marvel that was softening the whole moment in cotton candy sweetness.

“I love you,” You said, adding that final layer of truth that brought substance and sincerity to your feelings. Your voice shaking over unexplored emotions as you watched Sam’s eyes grow impossibly bright and warm. The hunter still kneeling by your chair looked as if he was finding the shape of a new religion and some form of worship in your revelation. Awe and wonder making the beautiful man look younger as his eyes crinkled from another wide smile.

“And… You love me,” You added, still slightly hesitant as you watched Sam’s hand raise from his side to gently brush your hair out of your eyes and behind your ear. His fingers lingering against your skin and tracing the shape of your jaw, as if to convince himself you were real.

“I do. I love you,” Sam’s voice was thick with emotion as he straightened up until he was eye level with where you were sitting. His forehead bumping against yours with a wry smile as he drowned in your eyes and you his. “I guess we’re both cowards huh?” He added with a breathy chuckle. His words barely above a whisper yet reaching you easily where you rested your forehead against his.

“Yeah…” You laughed. A careful smile building as you glanced down and took his hand in yours, painting small circles on his palm. Still not used to being that open about your feelings, you hid in the simple pattern as you confessed a little more. “But… I’m too happy to care,”

“Me too,” Sam’s sincere words were a bit louder as he moved to sit on a chair next to you, pulling your chair closer until your knees were between his. “I just can’t believe it… You love me,” He added with a marveled whisper. Looking at you like you were the most precious part of his existence. Like everything, all the bullshit, pain and suffering, had been building up to this. To well-deserved happiness.

His warm smile shifted into something more careful and slightly deeper as he slowly leaned in. Hazel eyes dipping to trace the shape of your lips and his teeth grazed his own. A big hand raised to gently trace the shape of your jaw as he softly angled your lips up towards him. Just seconds away from the kiss you’d been dreaming about since… Well, what felt like forever.

“And, as the music swells, Sam Winchester leans in... Ready to wrap (Y/N) in his warm embrace…” Your best friend and much-loved pain in your side, Dean Winchester, was putting on his best movie trailer voice in a poor attempt at narration. Easily interrupting the sweet moment just as you could feel Sam’s warm breath like the ghost of a kiss to brush against your lips.

Sighing, you felt Sam’s forehead drop against yours again. Both of you shared an annoyed look before you squeezed your eyes shut and called out to the man who was simultaneously the best and the worst wingman in history.

“Dammit Dean!”

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Gorillaz: Demon Day

1Ah, the magnum opus. This might not be my favorite Gorillaz album but when think of Gorillaz, they always bring this masterpiece up. As I brought up before, this album was responsible for getting me back into Gorillaz in the first place, my dad buying me a copy as soon as it was released. Needless to say, my hyper ass hyperfixated on this band. I looked up their lyrics, went to their site, read their lore, listened to their interviews and brought issues of Tank Girl. This album basically defined me from 10-15 and I will always be grateful to it for that. This stuff is the GOAT for alternative hip-hop/rock and we are basically going to salivate over it for 15 tracks.

1. Intro

Love this foreboding shit. The instruments, the voices, the zombie stuff...hell yeah. I never skipped this part when I put the CD in the player. When I heard, "Now entering the harmonic door..." I would just grin like a maniac.

8/10

2. Last Living Souls

This is some melodic shit! From the chorus to the verses to the bridge, this shit manages to keep you in while filling you up with your daily recommended dose of solipsism. This is an ass-kicker.

10/10

3. Kids With Guns

This song apparently caused a controversy because kids and guns are not supposed to mentioned in the same sentence unless you're doing a report on Call of Duty: Black Ops but I personally thought this song was just average...until you got to the breakdown. All that noise proceeds to drown you in audio goodness before cutting out before you drown. Hats off to you, guys.

8/10

4. O Green World

Love this. The mixing, the chanting, the singing and random screaming. I don't know what it is with Gorillaz and their more environmental work but they tend to hit the ball out of the park every time they go green.

10/10

5. Dirty Harry

This song has every thing you need for a 2000s track. Kids singing, nice beats, Bush-trashing...basically, it's an excellent time capsule of mid-2000s culture all thrown at you by Bootie Brown stomping on you. What I especially like about this track is how the laughter at the end fades into the far less comforting laughter of...

10/10

6. Feel Good Inc.

I don't fuck with this song anymore.

This song...I would wake up and run to the nearest room this song was playing. I would memorize episodes and timeslots of wherever this song dropped on. I would attack anyone who attempted to turn this song off on the radio. This was my favorite song of all time. This song introduced me to De La Soul. I played this song all the time...to the point that I'm absolutely sick of it years later. I also hate it when people hold it up as the ultimate Gorillaz song. Ya'll know they did better stuff, right? Hell, their B-sides have better songs! But...I respect the shit out of this song. And I'm still grateful to it for fueling my Gorillaz fanaticism.

10/10

7. El Manana

Man, this song used to depress the shit out of me. Even before the video came out. Damon's voice is so oddly sorrowful for a pining side. Thank god he's married because I can see the Maenads swimming up to his beach and tearing him apart for bumming them out with his crooning. I remember when a Wikipedia article was vandalized to suggest this song was about 2D singing to Noodle. Gross, right?

9/10

8. Every Planet We Reach Is Dead

Damn, the piano on this is tight. I remember finding out Ike Turner did the piano on this and telling my dad. My dad thought he died. And he did. A year later. I don't begrudge the music team for working with Ike. He was a genuinely talented musician and a rock n' roll father. Plus, his career was still down the toilet after this so it's not like they did him a huge favor. Still though, listen to the breakdown after the verses. That shit can send you into hyperspace.

10/10

9. November Has Come

MF DOOM. I've been a fan of this guy since the Danger Mouse collaboration and he shows why on this track. I knew that there was only one guy talking on this track and it still sounded like a couple of guys conversing. This dude ruled. RIP

10/10

10. All Alone

A song to shake your rump to and to scare you out of a chill out! I love two-for-one deals! This is where Gorillaz start to bust genres like they owed them money. Rap mixed with soulful singing is a great taste that should be encountered more often. Kudos.

9/10

11. White Light

Fuck yes. This track is short yet sour-sweet with its weird mumbling, scatting, guitar work and heavenly break. Man, I would kill to be somewhere where this playing live. I would mosh to this so hard...good on you, Murdoc.

11/10

12. Dare

It's there, indeed. Finally, a song you can dance to without getting self-conscious. I will work it out, Noodle. I will work it out to your singing and the crowd chatter at the end. You all shake it with me. I hate dancing alone.

9/10

13. Fire Coming Out Of The Monkey's Head

This shit is spooky! Thanks Dennis Hopper for creeping me out well into my twenties. I still get shivers when I hear "Without the truth of the eyes, the Happy Folk were blind." The singing is nice too, tying everything together with even more nihilistic imagery. Ooo-ooo-AH.

10/10

14. Don't Get Lost In Heaven

Pretty nice. Nothing special but it's not suckage either. Just a nice faux-gospel theme to mellow out to. It's cool but I really like this song for being the perfect lead in to my favorite song on the album...

8/10

15. Demon Days

When I first got this album and listened to it, I was disappointed to say the least. "Really? All that awesome shit and you finish it on gospel? I can't even understand what these guys are saying! Fuck it." I skipped it every time I played the album. It wasn't until years later when I looked up the lyrics and sung along to the song that the plug to my stupid brain finally went in the album. This song manages to talk about enlightenment without mentioning God. It tells us to live right without mentioning religion. It uses a choir. It's one of my favorite non-gospel gospel songs and it's one of my Gorillaz works. Praise them.

20/10

Album score: 10.01/10

Tune in next week for D-Sides. And if I thought I was unfair with this score...

#gorillaz #music #demon days #review

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starstaiined · 5 years ago

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Would You Lie With Me & Just Forget The World?

Chapter 2

SUMMARY: The world is a dangerous place. It can be big, scary, and almost overwhelmingly dark. But despite all the negative aspects, despite all the pain and turmoil, Katherine Howard has always found a brief reprieve in the other queens. Particularly, in her older cousin. (And as loathe as they are to admit it, the other queens have to agree with her.) Anne Boleyn can be chaotic, wild, and reckless … but she’s also passionate, kind, and effervescent. Her boundless energy acts as a barrier against the bad in the world. But when that barrier breaks and the world turns on its head, can Kat manage to navigate the turbulent waters without her cousin by her side?

CHAPTER ONE //

TW: Implied abuse/neglect, Implied sexual abuse, Panic Attack, Car crash

A/N: sorry this chapter took so long! I ended up having to trim parts out and it isn’t as smooth as I was hoping for, but this is one of the rougher chapters to set up because of all the background. (I’m setting this in my own AU verse/idea that I’m still writing up the lore for, if anyone wants to hmu for that feel free!)

TAGGING: @the10amongstthese3s @radcowboyalmondtree @tonight-we-are-live @the-queen-bee-is-here @everything-insanity @whoufflewhovian200311 (if you want to be added, just reply to this post, send me an ask, or hit up my ims! these are the people I know who were interested!)

“Annie, I’m scared.”

Anne froze, the almost inaudible admission tugging at her heart. She climbed down from the garage roof as easily as she’d climbed up. “You don’t need to be scared, Kit. I’ve got you, okay? Just trust me.” Anne smiled mischievously, shooting her brightest gap toothed grin at her cousin.

Kitty visibly relaxed, and Anne showed Kitty how to use the materials lining the side of the building to get to the top. (After it, it wasn’t more than a few feet in the air.) But as ordinary as the view may have been, it was extraordinary because they were there together.

Anne dropped to book bag she’d brought with her, unrolling the blanket and wrapping it around Kat’s shoulders. “Can’t let the birthday girl get too cold now, can I?” She asked with a teasing grin. She reached into the bookbag, unaware of the surprise on her cousin’s face. She handed Kat some silly plushie she picked up at the store, and a (terribly smashed) attempt at a cupcake.

“You...you remembered?” Kat asked, looking down at the presents her cousin gave her as if they were the greatest thing in the world. The genuine shock in her voice startled Anne.

“Of course I did Kit...why wouldn’t I? It’s not everyday your favorite cousin turns seven, after all.”

“Dad and the boys sometimes forget...” Kitty attempted to appear nonchalant, although it was obvious she was upset.

“They do what?” Anne growled, and Kitty flinched away at the change in her voice. Not now, Anne chided herself, using every ounce of teenage self restraint she had in order to plaster on the cheesiest grin she could muster. “I’m sure they’re just...planning a surprise or something.”

“Maybe.” Kat mumbled, but it was clear she didn’t believe it.

They sat in silence, before Anne’s lips curved back into their usual grin. She nudged her younger cousin. “Why don’t you spend the night? We can play board games and watch movies. I’ll even let you-oh.”

She’d been cut off mid sentence by a hug, and found Katherine peering up at her. “You’re the bestest, Annie! I love you.” The younger girl’s face shone with excitement that hadn’t been there moments earlier.

Anne couldn’t help but mirror that joy. She ruffled Kit’s hair, laughing at the expression it produced. “I love you too, Kit. And I’m here for you. Always.”

But their short moment was cut short as her father’s voice echoed up from the ground down below. “ANNE BOLEYN, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW! THE LAST THING WE NEED IS YOUR POOR HABITS RUBBING OFF ON LITTLE KATHER-”

And with that, Anne woke with a start. She damn near fell off her bed with a yell, catching herself last minute and blinking sleep out of her eyes. The other side of the bed was empty. Thank god. It meant Kat had slept with Jane instead, and she hadn’t accidently interrupted what little sleep the girl managed to get. Anne flopped back down on her bed with a sigh. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, energy buzzing in her exhausted muscles demanding that she get moving. She glanced at the alarm clock. 6:03 A.M.

Well, that was as good a time as any to start the day, wasn’t it? She rolled out of bed, quietly, and made her way to the bathroom. She ran through her usual morning routines : brushing her teeth, throwing her hair up in a tight bun, changing out of her pajamas and into running gear. By six thirty, she was ready to run. With her headphones fixed firmly in her ears and music blasting, she let her muscles guide her. The song playing pulled up another memory, a little fuzzy around the edges but still soft enough to pull a smile from her.

Family Christmas parties, everybody’s favorite time. Except not really. Anne dealt with it as best she could, which was ignoring damn near everyone and doing her own thing. She was choreographing a dance routine to a song that had just come out, earbuds in and focus completely on the movement of each muscle in time with the beat. Which is why she didn’t notice George until it was too late. He slammed into her side roughly, knocking her off her feet and sending her sliding across the floor. Anne stared slack jawed for a moment, recovering her breath, before yelling “What the fuck George!”

“Careful Ninon, don’t let dear old dad hear you using that language.” George answered with a smirk, towering over her. The gleam in his eyes made it clear he was in one of his moods, which meant Anne was in for it. If there was one thing George excelled at, it was pushing her buttons.

“Why don’t you go bother Mary for once?”

“Because Mary’s actually socializing with the family, unlike you.”

“Sorry, not sorry, but I’m trying to have fun. I’m not interested in being judged for stupid reasons, okay? I just want to be left alone.”

“Don’t want to be judged, don’t give them reasons to judge you. It’s simple, really.” George answered with a shrug. “Besides, considering your …. reputation I don’t think they’re stupid reas-”

“I don’t really care about your opinion, George.” Anne snapped, face immediately heating up. She pushed herself to her feet, taking a couple steps away from him. “Maybe you should shut up.”

“Maybe you should stop being such a sl-” He didn’t get to finish that thought as a pink blur knocked into his legs. It caught him off guard; he flailed his arms wildly to no avail and ended up tripping over his own feet and landing on his ass. Anne blinked in surprise. George pushed himself to his feet quickly, visibly seething. “What the fuck!”

Ten year old Katherine Howard, about two feet shorter and at least a hundred pounds lighter, didn’t break eye contact with George from where she’d positioned herself; she stood directly in front of Anne as if she were a human shield. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.” She deadpanned.

“Brat.” George hissed, pointing a finger at the young girl menacingly.

Kat just shrugged, but she could feel her hands trembling. “Takes one to know one, right?”

Anne laughed, making her brother’s face flush six different shades of red. George, thoroughly humiliated and beyond angry, stormed off. Almost immediately Kat’s shoulders deflated. Anne pulled her younger cousin into a side hug. “KitKat, you are my hero.”

“We’re family.” Kat answered back, her voice muffled by Anne’s shoulder. “We always protect each other, don’t we?”

Anne smiled. “We do.”

The memory faded. The burning in her muscles, and the unfamiliarity in her surroundings, made it clear she’d gotten lost in her head longer than she’d meant to. Crap. It took her nearly an hour to find her way back. She made a beeline straight for the fridge once she did. She gave the calendar a quick glance as she opened the fridge to pull out a carton of orange juice, before doing a double take.

November 4th. Kitty’s birthday was less than a week away! How in the hell had that happened? Anne was usually on top of these things, but between the interviews and the show and her work on choreo...she could feel guilt flooding her system. Shit. She wracked her brain, trying to remember whether or not Kitty had been acting strange recently. She’d seemed a little lethargic but Anne had chalked that up to being overworked with the show…

She didn’t think twice. She rushed up to Cleves room, flinging the door open in a panic as she shook the other girl. “Anna!” She hissed, voice low but pressing. “Anna, wake up!”

“Anne…?” Anna asked groggily. “What time is it…”

“It’s eight.”

“What are you doing up? We didn’t go to bed until almost tw-”

“Shh, that doesn’t matter right now. I’m going to the store. Do you want to come?”

Anne’s voice brimmed with urgency, but Anna was too tired to register it. She buried herself deeper into her blankets. “With your driving? No thank you, Miss Boleyn, I choose life.” She waved a hand dismissively, eyes never so much as cracking open. The warmth of her bed was too enticing.

Anne heaved a sigh, but accepted Anna’s answer. She ran to the kitchen, scribbled a quick note on a post it, and attached it to the fridge.

Need to run some errands. Urgent. Be back later. XO, Anne.

And with that she disappeared through the door, the orange juice still sitting forgotten on the counter.

The shopping went quickly. Or well, as quickly as it could go when Anne Boleyn was involved. She spent hours loading her cart with Kitty’s favorite snacks and movies, picked up random little knick knacks that she thought Kitty might like. (Hell, she even managed to find some cute presents for the rest of the queens.) Brimming with excitement about her haul, and eager to show it to the others, Anne was in a phenomenal mood when she hopped back in the car. She was jamming along to every song coming over the radio, grinning from ear to ear.

The buzzing of her phone on the seat next to her snapped Anne out of her private karaoke concert. It was probably just Kat calling to check up on her. She could feel warmth spreading through her chest as she let out a breathless giggle, turning down the music and running a quick hand through her hair. She found Kitty’s worry endearing, although she half wished Kitty would realize that Anne would be fine. After all, she always was.

She half debated it letting it ring to voicemail, just until she could answer without taking her hands off the wheel. That was….until the name on the caller ID caught her attention.

THOMAS HOWARD.

Suddenly, all the mirth she’d felt drained out of her like air out of a popped balloon. She hadn’t spoken to her uncle in YEARS. The last time she’d seen him was the day that she had left, Kitty tucked under one arm and spare clothes under the other. He made good on his promise to ostracize both of them.

Kitty’s head is buried in the crook of her neck, tears staining the collar of her shirt. “I’m sorry,” Kitty chokes out between sobs, barely comprehensible. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Anne, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault.”

Anne could feel a storm building beneath her skin, aching to break free and wreck every single person that had driven her cousin to this. SHE WAS A CHILD! But over the last few years, Anne had watched the light drain from her eyes. She was just kicking herself for not realizing what was going on earlier… But she can’t focus on that. Not right now. Instead she rubs soothing circles on Katherine’s back, rocking the girl back and forth. “It isn’t your fault, Kit.” Emotion rubbed her voice raw, and it takes everything in her not to cry. “None of it is. Not a damn thing. Do you hear me? Not a single damn thing.”

If anything, that just seems to make Kat cry harder. “It is, it is Annie. I know it, and he knew it, and, and, and everyone knows it.” She’s cut off by a sob that shakes her frail shoulders. “He knew it, he said it, he-”

“He’s a piece of shit, Kit! I’m sorry, but it’s true. Your dad sucks. I wish it weren’t true, I wish you could’ve had the life you deserve. Somewhere far away from this bullshit.” Anne croaked out, a few silent tears falling as she fought to maintain a steady voice. “But you didn’t get that, instead life gave you a crappy hand and I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything. But I can promise you one thing.” Anne tucked Kitty’s head under her chin. “I know it isn’t much, but I’m here for you. Always. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’m right here. And I’m always going to be right here, okay?”

With a few sniffling breaths, Kitty nodded. Slowly, hesitantly, she held out a hand with her pinkie extended. In a small voice, she asked, “Pinkie promise?”

Anne was all too happy to link their fingers. “Pinkie promise.”

They made themselves more comfortable in the living room, still a tangle of limbs but this time a tangle of limbs under a blanket. Before drifting off to sleep, Kitty squeezed Anne’s hand. “Annie?” She asked, drowsily.

“Hm?”

“Earlier...earlier you said that you weren’t much...but you are. Okay? You’re the best. And I love you. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Anne squeezed her hand gently three times. I love you. “Don’t worry KitKat, you’ll never have to find out.”

Anne’s thoughts flashed to every time since then that Kitty’s tears staining the collar of her shirt, to the way the poor girl had trembled from nightmares that stole her breath. She remembered rushing out on errands like this, doing anything and everything to pull a smile out of her cousin, who spent the week leading up to her birthday WISHING for that call from the rest of the family. Thomas Howard failed as a father consistently over the past two years, and there’s almost no one Anne hates more. (When she thinks of him, all she can see is Kat trembling, crying out my fault, my fault, my fault. Just thinking about it makes her jaw clench.) Even now, in what she assumes is an attempt to make amends, he was calling her and not Kitty!

She reached over, answering it swiftly and bringing it to her ear. “Don’t. I don’t want to hear what you have to say, I need you to shut the hell up for two seconds and listen to me, Thomas.” Anger boiled in her veins and sharpened her tongue, but blurred everything else. In the haze of her own hatred, her focus on the phone pressed to her ear, she missed the truck that was swerving on a path directly towards her.

#six the musical #six the musical fanfic #beheaded cousins #anne boleyn #katherine howard #Would You Just Lay Here?#<-- it has a tag now!#THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE honestly its what keeps me writing sometimes #i'm already working on the next few chapters #don't worry #BUT YEAH LOTS OF PAIN IN STORE but what can you expect from a grey's anatomy inspired fic?#okay im done rambling im gonna go to sleep

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eat-worms · 4 years ago

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T.H.O.M.A.S

Technological

Human

Operations

Mimicking

Automated

System

Sanders Sides AU where Thomas is a Robot the sides are building.

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Plot: A bunch of 𝑔𝒶𝓎 scientists have to begrudgingly work together on building their robot son.

Patton- Was originally the bubbly receptionist for the lab, but after a few run ins and or shenanigans Janus realizes that Patton is really good with people and is the perfect test subject and consultant for Thomas's emotion replication abilities. So he officially hires him. (cant do tech stuff at all. cant even "hang out" with Thomas without something breaking)

Logan- The one building the robot parts of Thomas. Gets fed up with the other's antics but couldn't do it without them :)

Roman- Engineering. Designs the stuff on paper and in little prototypes. wants to constantly make Thomas "cooler" and adds in random things in the designs like a soda dispenser and Logan is tired™

Remus- Testing. Makes Thomas do stupid stuff and films it and Logan is like "how did you get a degree of science you buffoon??" and Roman just cackles and it inspires him to add more ridiculous and obscure things to Thomas for Remus to test.

Virgil- Techie that programs Thomas and also helps Logan build but mainly works on the safety aspect and fixing stuff after Remus tests. He also loves the wacky tests but if ANYTHING happens to Thomas u will pay. He adds protections and warnings in his comments/notes like "do not. under ANY circumstances. put Thomas within a 5 foot radius of a spider." just to confuse and annoy Logan (he may also be half serious) and Logan doesn't know what to do with any of it.

Janus- Director of the psychological studies for Thomas. He is very well versed in the ethics of the field they are working in and wont hesitate to debate you. He mainly focuses on trying to make Thomas act like a person even though hes a Robot and alongside Roman helps translate that into something that can be built. Hes also kind of the leader, along with Logan.

Moments:

Logan: This is test number three-five-o-two at 3:25 PM EST on July 3rd 2020 to evaluate-

Virgil: Logan, why is Thomas talking to the stove?

Logan: Wh-

Roman: Aw come on! Look at how stupid he looks talking to the kitchen appliances Logan, you made him stupid.

Logan: I dID NOT make him STUPID YOU-

*Janus later has to end the kerfuffle after he walks in on Logan, on top of Roman, holding a soldering iron to Roman's throat*

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*Thomas is booting up but it's taking a while*

Roman: Tom

Patton: Tomathy

Roman: Tommy Salami

Patton: Tomalama ding-dong

Roman: Thomas the DANK engine

Logan: ...

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Logan: I know him better than anyone because I know how he works so-

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🤖💖More Lore💖🤖

Logan does the know exact time thing but says it at the same time as Thomas when someone asks what the time is.

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Virgil will talk to Thomas like hes a person and Logan is confused by this but Virgil uses the excuse that hes supposed to seem like a human so why not talk to him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Virgil also kinda vents to him but uh big ouch a lot of it gets recorded onto Thomas and that gets turned into either hyjinx and or angst later.

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Patton also talks to Thomas like a person but more like "Yes look and my robot son he is so smart I love him" and he also teaches him puns. The puns get out of hand at some point and Thomas has got it in his neural network that puns are The Exact Right Thing To Say in Any social interaction but they start becoming really obscure because Thomas has access to a lot of information, and he hasn't quite nailed getting puns in context, so one time he makes a pun that is really sciencey and vaguely connected to the conversation so only Logan gets it,,,,, but he finds it hilarious and it's the only pun Logan will admit to laughing at.

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Virgil has that programmer relationship with Thomas. So smthn just wont run correctly and Virgil is like "YOU IDIOT! I'm going to prohibit your mimicking human breathing function if you keep this up!!!" "A SINGLE SEMI COLON ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?! Why is it ALWAYS dumb s̶h̶i̶t̶ like that with you Thomas?!" "I have a million copies saved of his program because if anything happens to him I will actually combust." He also has incomprehensible names for variables and functions and stuff and some of them are memes and vine references. Logan has had to learn a bunch of modern slang just vaguely understand what's happening in the code.

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Jan is always recommending certain things to Roman to make Thomas more realistic but sometimes they are obscure because "people and psychology are just weird" so Roman adds them in (or tries) but sometimes Janus just makes it up and watches everyone struggle meeting his request for entertainment. like, "Mhm, ok, fantastic work this week, truly, just show-stopping. However, comma, He just... doesn’t fix his hair enough... You'd be surprised the amount of times the average Male adult fixes his hair in a single social interaction. So....make him do it more." (That request never ended up getting changed back after it got implemented...)

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Remus is always adding things to the list of "things he needs to test with" and Pat at reception starts to get concerned with the 3rd bulk shipment of deodorant that came through. Remus actually uses funds to restock the fridge and snack cabinet a lot along with Roman occasionally.

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Pat is always scolding the others (mainly Remus and Virgil) for swearing or saying mean things too or around Thomas because he "wants to raise him right" and doesn't want him to "learn bad manners". He also may or may not be low-key emotionally attached to Thomas and wants to believe he actually feels things. Janus is simultaneously amused and frustrated with this but he let's it slide because "I guess that means that Thomas is effective...despite the fact that Patton is naive, it's still promising."

(Patton isn't actually naive, just because he wants to treat Thomas like a human doesn't mean he thinks he is. Patton really does it because then the others can be proud of their hard work and can actually see Thomas functioning with a person outside of a controlled environment.)

Yeah so that's what I got so far! I kinda wanna add more to this so if ya like the idea interact with this post n I'll maybe make an update. I don’t have a plot in mind for this other than like, Patton being added to the group. I just think the idea is cute and works well with the dynamics already set up in Sanders Sides.

Also, Disclaimer, I haven't had any experience in Robotics LOL so this could all be actual gibberish. I have done Computer Science and programming tho so I vaguely understand that side of it. But the engineering and actual possibility of making a human-like Robot I have no clue about.

Oh! If you know anything about these topics or maybe just like this au idea and want to add on FEEL FREE TO SHARE! :D I would LOVE to see what people have to add!

See yah~💖🤖💖~

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dxfiedfxte-a · 4 years ago

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Meme.

Mun & Muse

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

tagged by: Stolen from: @niflheimqueen tagging: @pinkheartedfool, @divinesilverlove @delusorydetective @rock-you-like-a-hurricxne @foolishwinds @chibitantei @apocalypsxmaidxn @mcmcntomorii and everyone else who hasn’t yet! You have been tagged!

MY MUSE IS: canon / oc / au / slightly canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated.

IS YOUR CHARACTER POPULAR IN THE FANDOM? YES? / NO.

IS YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERED HOT™ IN THE FANDOM? YES / NO / IDK. (Have you seen his charm!! PLUS HE’S A RANDOM FOODAHOLIC DORK X3 and be weirdly cute in his own way :3 If you don’t believe me. wait until he Reveals His Right Eye)

IS YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERED STRONG IN THE FANDOM? YES / NO / IDK. (Here’s the thing with that. It really depends if someone likes him as an MC. I’m sure their are probably others out there who may prefer Yu Narukami as a better Protag, or Akira the new P5 protag. So it depends on the person. But for the most part, I’d like to think he’s pretty well widely enough known in the fandom as the P3 Blue-Emo-Jesus who saved the world x3)

ARE THEY UNDERRATED? YES / NO / IDK. (In terms of having his own personality, maybe a little bit? Since he’s only been able to express his own personality in the few spin off games we got for P3. Yu has been able too more, but for a while he wasn’t able to until Persona Q(P4 Side) and until the movie and now Dancing In Moonlight as well as Persona Q 2. But his personality in the P3 Manga if definitely underrated in my opinion, not too many people talk about the Manga)

WERE THEY RELEVANT FOR THE MAIN STORY? YES / NO

WERE THEY RELEVANT FOR THE MAIN CHARACTER? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG./

ARE THEY WIDELY KNOWN IN THEIR WORLD? YES / NO. (In my AU Main verse, he’s a famous Paranormal Investigator with his own show, so yes in my AU verse. Tho popularity level depends on verse, Main verse its his first season and he only just blew up. In my P5 Verse its 5 years after P4AU so he would be in his 4th season by then and only then be widely known)

HOW’S THEIR REPUTATION? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. (As a Paranormal Investigator, all his successful cases have gave him a very good rep within the Ghost Hunting community, it was thanks to his credibility how he was able ro get a

tv contract deal. In P3 he has a great rep with his friends as their reliable leader and friend, but a not so good rep at school too many dates.. xD nice one Minato )

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON? — (Because I started to RP Minato when there’s wasn’t much games where he didn’t have his personality shown yet(2015) I based him off more from the Manga’s interpretation of him, But now canon wise in terms of Personality, I still tend to use mostly his Manga personality, but now I’ve added a few small tidd-bits of how he is in the movie and how he is depicted in both PQ’s as well as Dancing In Moonlight.)

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting

in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — (Oh boy here we go. Minato is a food loving and very random dork who tends to be quiet and stoic 88% of the time, but he’s very kind, he always puts his friends before himself, he tries his very best to be the best leader he can possibly be and he is an all around easy person to get along with, just expect him to zone out here and there, to sometimes be very weird, VERY random. And expect him to randomly start snacking a lot x3 )

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). (He can sometimes have a tendency to overthink things waaayyyy too much and if it’s really eating at him a lot, it will permanently plague the back of his mind. He can sometimes be lazy, but its a habit he’s trying to break. If he’s really super hungry, he will gorge and when he gorges, his tables manners are absolutely terrible XD )

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE? — (I guess it was how I saw him when I read the Manga. I played P3 FES first, then after beating it, I wanted to read the manga as soon as I found out about it. I also think it was the fact he dies and seeing how his friends grew up without him, it made me really want to see what it would be like if he survived, I guess I felt his death at the end of the game was just a real shame, I suppose I thought he would have been a great character to bring back in future Persona games, I understand the reason for his death and I have nothing against it. It was just that thought I had of “Man Minato could have been so much more if he survived” that drove me to pick him up )

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING? — (Well, I’ve been in the Persona fandom for 5 years now. Before when I came back, I wasn’t getting many rp’s. But ever since I came back and found an active Fuuka(MinaFuu is a ship I rarely got to rp) so that started it back up, and then it was seeing all these familiar faces(Or blogs in this case xD) come back, my motivation has been through the roof. So I guess the revival of the fandom and the wonderful people of the Persona community has fueled my fire and it keeps on burning for more!)

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

DO YOU THINK YOU GIVE YOUR CHARACTER JUSTICE? YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? (I think so, I’ve Rp’d him for 5 years now, I’d like to think I know him inside and out?)

DO YOU FREQUENTLY WRITE HEADCANONS? YES / NO / SORT OF? (When the motivation or idea’s are there then yeah I totally do)

DO YOU SOMETIMES WRITE DRABBLES? YES / NO (I definitely do, not as many as I’d like to tho, but when the idea comes to mind that you just can’t express in an rp with someone else, then its best in drabble form.)

DO YOU THINK A LOT ABOUT YOUR MUSE DURING THE DAY? YES / NO (I’m a very musical person myself just like Minato so every time I jam I do and I’m always jammin ;3)

ARE YOU CONFIDENT IN YOUR PORTRAYAL? YES / NO / SORT OF?

ARE YOU CONFIDENT IN YOUR WRITING? YES / NO / A LITTLE BIT. (In the beginning I wasn’t, but I kept at it and eventually I built up enough confidence to really make him soar. The thing with Minato is since Persona protags are silent and the game lets you make up his personality. But since I incorporate him more from the Manga I try to really channel that version of him. I’ve had a few people tell me they like my portrayal. So I must be doing something right?)

ARE YOU A SENSITIVE PERSON? YES / NO. / SORTA. (tbh I’m more sensitive when it comes to my friends or family. Most times I’m pretty level headed when it comes to myself, nowadyas anyway.)

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL? — (For the most part yes and I don’t usually let any negativity get to me. But if someone doesn’t like my portrayal for some reason then you’re welcome to unfollow me. Maybe I’m not the Minato for you then?)

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU TO EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER? — (DEF I love any questions I get so please def ask me stuff if you are curious.)

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? — (Yes, just so I can get a better idea of the flaws it may have, then I can better construct it if I see it as a valid reason for possibly not working. If I don’t see any problem with it then it’s still staying )

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT? — (If my portrayal doesn’t fit your idea of Minato then perhaps I’m not the Minato for you and the unfollow button is always there. No harm done really. )

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT? — (Hey man, just don’t try and kill my vibe by cutting down my muse right in front of me and we’re good. Of course there is always the unfollow button. )

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS? — (Totally, I make quite a few sometimes, if it ever bothers you, please let me know kindly and I’ll have no problem fixing it, But if it doesn’t bug ya the we good. )

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN? — (I like to think so, I used to be pretty shy on here, but after 5 years on here I’m chill with pretty much everything. )

#OutOfSnacks(OOC)#About The Mun #This was p fun ^_^

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