#as brutus only gets angrier and angrier.

[monsterslament]

ugh i wanna talk about ocs but i dont even know where to start

[chaosintheavenue]

Semi-shitpost random incorrect quotes, featuring my OCs and other random Fallout peeps. From this generator! Also, Jamison belongs to @mouseclarke

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Trin: Go big or go home! Kayli: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home. Trin: I'm going big!

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Settlers/Responders: Why are you guys acting like this? Raiders: Oh, we're not acting. We really are like this.

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Literally anyone: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me? Trin: Depends. Is your bed comfortable? Literally anyone: Yes. Trin: I'd sleep.

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JJ: *is visibly upset* Anyone: JJ, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.

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Quin: Fight me! Charlie, standing behind him and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.

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Trin: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY) Dion: What's that? Trin: Remorse code. Dion: I'm even angrier now.

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Jamsion, entering Rosalynn’s room: David did it again. Rosalynn: Peace disturbance? Jamison: What no- Rosalynn: Arson..? Jamison: NO, JESUS CHRIST, HOW MANY- Rosalynn: uh....Attempted murder? Jamison: NO, HE ATE ALL THE FOOD IN THE FRIDGE, BUT WHAT THE FU-

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James: So, JJ is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night. Catherine: Why? James: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row. JJ, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

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Trin’s mother: Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?

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Dion: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? Battery: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. Dion: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you. Battery: But I heard a siren. Dion: That was Trin’s mother. Trin’s mother: Sorry, I got nervous.

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Violet: It’s not ugly, just aesthetically challenged.

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JJ: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

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Brutus: So how’s the food Sigrid made? Charlie: It's great! Compliments to her. Brutus: *goes to the kitchen* Brutus: You're adorable. Sigrid: *blushes*

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Charlie: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

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Trin’s father: What’s your biggest fear? Trin’s mother: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone. R: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back. Trin: Zombies. Everyone: ... Trin: BUT they can open doors.

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Dion: Good morning. As you begin your day, remember that violence is always an option and often the answer. Trin’s father: Dion: Trin’s father: ...Please, go back to bed.

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Some randomer: They... well, I wouldn't call it inheritance per se. What do you call it when you kill someone and get their stuff? Melody: Um, murder??? Rosalynn: Adventuring! David: Tuesday.

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Squad reactions to being called straight: Charlie: The fuck, no I'm not. Sigrid: Excuse the hell out of you? Six: Ding dong, you are wrong! Dion: Who told you that? And why did they lie? Red: Rude.

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Aries: Onion rings are vegetable donuts. Kayli, used to Aries being Aries: Sure... Aries: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed. Kayli: Okay? Aries: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake. Kayli: Aries: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio- Kayli: Jesus, that one is a little- Trin, interested: No, no, Aries, keep going.

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Trin: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

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Tibbs: I’d like to live through a week that’s not a whole new verse of “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”

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Violet: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos. Elyse: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

[writingisbae]

The little prince who liked dresses

(Here’s a short story / modern fairy tale that I wrote a long time ago)

Once upon a time, in the Kingdom of Summer, there lived a little prince by the name of Florian with his loving parents, King Brutus and Queen Marianne. When Florian was born, his father held him high and joyfully exclaimed: I have a son! The heir to the throne is born!" But not all was well. The birth was difficult, and having a child did not come without cost for the rulers of the Kingdom of Summer. The Queen survived, but became ill and weak for a long time, so that baby Florian was mostly cared for by a nurse.

When the prince was four years old, his father took Florian with him to teach him how to fight. He thrust a wooden sword into the little boy's hands and took a fighting stance across from him.

"Engage me", he ordered, but Florian was still looking at the beautifully painted sword in his hands. "Who made this sword, father?", the prince asked timidly. "One of the servants." He didn't seem to want to talk. He was charging at his son. Florian yelped in surprise as his father's wooden sword hit his chest so hard, he fell backwards onto the cold stone floor. "Don't cry, son." His father expected him to be strong. The boy tried to push back the tears, but a few still escaped. The king did not help him get up, or inquire whether he was hurt. Florian dried his cheeks, and awkwardly stood back up.

His father charged him again, and this time the little prince was ready. He held the sword in front of him, but the force of his father's sword hitting his made his arms hurt and caused him to stumble.

Later that night, when Isabelle, the nurse who was like a mother to him, put him to bed, Florian asked whether she knew who had painted the wooden sword that was now laying on top of his toy box. She smiled and told him that artists who came from a far-off land had gifted the toy swords to the King when they had crossed the kingdom many years ago. This made the little boy sad. "I was hoping whoever made it could show me how they did it", he whispered, knowing that this was something his father would not approve of. Isabelle looked at him, her kind brown eyes lingering on the prince's face.

"I could show you how to paint", she finally said with a smile. Florian sat up and stared at Isabelle, his mouth open wide. "You can paint? You would do that, for me? But what about the King?" The questions all came out at once, he was so excited. But Isabelle just took him by the hand and quietly led him to her own quarters. The room was small, but very skillfully decorated. The servant pointed at the huge painting which was hanging over the small bed. It showed a beautiful young woman's face, about as old as Isabelle, with long curly gold-blonde hair down to her waist, a royal night-gown and a crown much like Florian's. "Who is this?" The little prince stood there in awe, admiring his servant's work. He could see her cheeks reddening a little. "My friend Azurine. I had to leave her behind when I came here to work for the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Summer." The boy was grinning at Isabelle now. "Teach me. Teach me how to paint."

Three years later, Brutus was still trying teach his son how to fight. After swords had been a disaster, he had tried to get Florian interested in using a lance, but to no avail. The boy seemed distant, as if he was constantly thinking about something else. Now the King was going to give the prince a bow. He just hoped that for once the boy would pay attention to his teachings.

Brutus was heading towards his son's quarters, fetching him for his lessons, when he started to hear two distinct voices. One belonged to his son, and he seemed to be conversing with one of the servants. When Brutus stepped into the quarters, he saw the two of them sitting on the bed, laughing, and completely unaware of the King's presence.

The King couldn't believe his eyes at the scene in front of him. His only son was wearing a dress, while sewing another one! Brutus cleared his throat, and the two of them looked up at him, shock clear on their faces. Florian was the first of them to say a word. "Father! I didn't expect you so early. I... We were only..." "Enough!" The King didn't understand what had happened to his dear son. "You are a boy!", he shouted. "A boy should NEVER do a woman's chores." The little prince ducked his head in shame. "Yes, father", he said. "It will not happen again." "Now take off that ridiculous garment, you are embarrassing me! What if someone important had seen you like this?" That seemed to enrage the boy. "This dress is beautiful! Isabelle made it, and it is so good, it should be worn by royals. And she should earn a lot of gold for such skillful work!", he exclaimed. "YOU!" King Brutus lunged at Isabelle, who shrieked in fear. "Out of my palace! Who are you to put such ideas into my son's head! Go! Leave, before I have you executed!" Isabelle ran, screeching, and Florian stayed silent. He knew he was in big trouble, and the best thing to do was to not say anything that could further enrage the King.

After that, Florian tried to focus on the lesson his father wanted him to learn. He shot the bow at a target, and even became pretty good at it after some time, but he realized that his heart wasn't in it. Brutus hadn't let him keep the dress, and he didn't dare try to sew another one. Even the painting supplies that Isabelle had lent him had magically disappeared. As time went by, the little boy became sadder and sadder, and one day at dinner even his mother realized something was wrong. After the meal, she took her husband by the arm and voiced her concerns about their child. "We can't let it go on like this, Brutus", she said. "He is barely eating, and I could hear him sigh every two minutes." "It's because of the dress", the King knew.

Marianne hadn't heard anything of the incident, but as he explained to her what had happened, she became angrier and angrier with her husband. "Brutus! You can't forbid your only son to do what he enjoys! You are only making him sad! The poor boy might even run away if we are not careful." "But he is our only son! Marianne, dear, you know that you could not have any more children after Florian, he is our only chance at an heir!" "So?", the Queen retorted. "He can still be the heir to the throne, my love." She looked into her husband's eyes, seemingly begging him to see her point. "But a King? In a woman's dress?" Brutus just couldn't imagine the Kingdom of Summer being ruled by a man in a dress. "He will be laughed at! Nobody could take such a King seriously! No woman would want to marry him!" Marianne slowly shook her head. "Brutus, when you first saw me, did you care what clothing I wore?" "No, of course not! I was to marry you because it was my duty. But that's exactly my point. It's Florian's duty to..." "Who cares about duty!", the Queen yelled. It was the first time that she had raised her voice, and her husband seemed quite shocked. "You love me, Brutus. It doesn't matter whether it was your duty to marry me back then, but you came to love me. And I am sure you would still love me if I was wearing men's trousers right now." "But that's different", the King tried to defend himself. "How so?" Marianne smiled. She knew that she had won the argument. "He is our son, and we love him. If he wants to wear a dress and paint the moon black, so be it. He shall have whatever he wants. And the future will take care of itself, you'll see. I am not going to lose my only child." Her last words seemed to convince the King.

The next morning King Brutus and Queen Marianne delayed the important meeting they had planned, and visited the little prince in his quarters. Florian was already awake, sitting by the window, and staring out into the yard. "It's quite beautiful, isn't it?", the queen asked, as she stood behind him. Florian wondered what he had done this time, for both of his parents to take the time to see him in person. It almost never happened since they were so busy. "We have something for you." That didn't sound like punishment. The prince began to hope that his parents weren't mad at him for once.

His  mother stepped to the side, revealing a beautiful dark red dress which, to his astonishment, the King was holding. It seemed to have been made just for him, as it looked to be his size, whereas the one that Isabelle had lent  him to try on that one day had been a grown woman's dress. Florian was speechless. "We have decided", his father explained as he moved forward, carrying the pretty little dress, "that your happiness is what is most dear to us. So if you really wish to wear this" - he pointed at the garment, which he was holding at arm's length as if he were afraid it might bite him, "then you may have it."

Prince Florian stuttered a confused thank you and took the red gown. His parents left to let him change clothes in private. As he looked in the mirror wearing the lovely dress that fit him perfectly, he took a deep breath and smiled perhaps the biggest smile he had ever smiled. He carefully opened the door to step into the corridor where the King and Queen were waiting. And as Marianne began to clap enthusiastically, and even Brutus nodded as sign of approval, the little prince who liked dresses twirled and twirled and was happy that his parents finally accepted him just the way he was. And if you ever were to step foot into the palace of the Kingdom of Summer, you might just get a glimpse of that little boy gleefully twirling in one of the many dresses he went on to make, not only for him, but for many people in the entire Kingdom.

[captaintheodosiasblog]

Captain’s Log #Burn Baby Burn

Last night I had a little too much to drink through the night, normally I can hold my liquor better thanks to Damien. After waking up I learned that Crimson had also slept  Quickly I ran after my mateies, catching up to them in a clearing going against the White Fang.The leaders of the group questioned Crimson and I as we came into view which Phoenix spoke up and told them we were allies. 

Apparently these three agreed to help in our quest therefore they took us on ahead. Outside of this base area there were several guards on each side of the door, the group decided it would be best for the leaders to distract them as we went ahead inside. I was in shivers since it worked. But my timers weren’t as bad as the guards inside. We were able to get the jump on a few. Ragnar and I went ahead down the hallway after who seemed to be the leader of the white fang. 

Soon we defeated the guards in our way, and some who wasn’t and caught up to this leader. Once confronted she told us we passed a test and ran away. Confused we followed her again, once we met up she showed us magic much like Phoenix then offered us a deal. If we joined her cause, she would help Phoenix with her magic and help us against Adam. Which, I personally didn’t see a problem in, because we could always back out when she didn’t have an upper hand. 

Therefore I joined, but apparently Crimson, Dreg and Ragnar didn’t want too. Which I personally didn’t understand. We were asked to step behind her guards, and when Kamau and Brutus did two figures came out of the corridor. Personally they scared me at first because I wasn’t expecting more people. Phoenix questioned this Azula as she put our three friends in a magical barrier to fight the guards to test the again. It was too bad the guards had orders not to kill. I would of liked to see Dreg and Crimson near death for what they did to the Temptress. 

I enjoyed the magically cage match as our friends won, but they only won to do it all over again in the next room against more white fang goons. I didn’t feel bad because this girl did give them another chance. I felt bad for Phoenix though, she felt for each of her friends as they took each hit. Being the main healer of the group, I’m sure it really pained her to watch this and not be able to do anything. For Kamau and Brutus they seemed to be between Phoenix and I’s view points of this.

Crimson was the first one down out of the three. I hoped he learned a lesson from this, but with my little time knowing this kid, he probably didn’t. Dreg and Ragnar managed to fend off the rest. Azula brought us through a secret passage, I attempted to stay behind to loot the room but the goonies wouldn’t leave the room without me. After that they pushed me through the rest of the area, until she brought us to a door too Adam’s room. There were more faunus inside along with a water gensai. One of these faunus stood out the most because she had ears and a tail.

Adam ordered an explanation why we were hear. I spoke up and explained the situation leaving out we were going to kill him, but then Kamau and Phoenix opened their mouths. Therefore I stepped away. I knew how dangerous Adam was from the rumors, I knew Kamau and Brutus did too so the whole situation was looking a bit Grimm. 

As Phoenix and Kamau kept talking the angrier the murderer got. I knew without seeing the look in his eye he wanted to send us all to Davy Jones’s Locker. He still offered the rest of us to join him, promising to give a favor in return for joining. It was tempting, there was more white fang members joining Adam every day, they could find the others rapidly compared to me with this party. I had to think about this quick before the offer was off the table. 

I agreed to follow him. But there was a catch, the ones who didn’t join Adam’s side was to be tested. If they lost the battle they became prisoners and if they won, they’d go free. Phoenix volunteered herself out of her, Dreg and Ragnar. In their fight Phoenix was able to dodge most of the faunus’s attacks and heal herself if hit. It was a grueling fight to watch. The girl kept getting annoyed by Phoenix’s healing. but it didn’t last long until Phoenix was down. Adam pushed to kill Phoenix, when she didn’t he ordered us all to kill Phoenix, Dreg and Ragnar. 

Things turned quickly. Nailah was now against Adam for not honoring the fight. Therefore most of us ganged up against Adam and the other members inside. Most of the members inside looked conflicted about the battle. It didn’t surprise me. The one I fought took extra damage too my sword. After fighting, Kamau, Brutus and Crimson left with Adam and the others. Everyone was banged up except for me at this point. The bad part was we were split up and my chances of finding my crew quicker was gone. Although we did gain Nailah and her friend as allies for now.

Honestly out of everyone in the group I learned that I knew very little about magic compared to everyone else in the party. The three I was with seemed to figure out the magic barrier almost straight away while I was clueless. Damien and George never taught me magic growing up, but I also never had an interest in it since Henry never did. Gods know they probably tried. When I get them all back, I should probably ask them, Jaylin, Helena and Elizabeth for some magic lessons just in case we ever got separated like this again. 

This made me wonder what else I was clueless about without them. Hopefully it wasn’t much else because that would make me a bad captain if I didn’t know how to acknowledge and deal with things on my own. Although, I should take this journey and Azula’s test as a sign to make sure I never get separated from my family again. Seeing the party almost die made me worry about my crew more. We worked best together like these kids. I just prayed that we’d find them soon, or they’d find each other.