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[yaschiri]

GioMolly Headcaons/Snippits PART 3!

(This is a repost, no you're not imagining things, let's gooooo.)

Uh listen, because of Prison of Plastic, I am now back on my GioMolly bullshit and you cannot stop me.

So here are some headcanons/short snippit things I'm collecting and putting here for your viewing pleasure. >3 

Note, these are from discord and also twitter over the course of the last year. o vo/ 

Also, I'm using "NSFA" as the NSFW tag so block that shit if you don't wanna see that kinda thing from me, kthx.

Gio helps Molly learn how to paint her nails, or do makeup, or how to pick out a good bra size when she gets older. Being the sole person to run that god-forsaken toyshop for a long time, as she grew, she didn't have anyone to teach her that kind of thing. Though she rarely does it, it feels good to know how to. And she has Gio to thank! And he learned all these important thing because 1. Make up looks great on him. 2. Doing his nails makes him feel like a fresh-ass man. 3. He had to learn to help Gio!Mommy with her bra shopping b/c for a long while she was a single mom and sometimes, that's just how it be.

Imagine Molly and Gio doing their soft domestic stuff, like going grocery shopping. It's a lot of back and forth between Gio and Molly. Gio wants to buy all the little junky knickknack things near the registers or in the pharmacy side, while Molly is trying to budget for the next two weeks between Gio's pay (which isn't much) and what she can snag from the toystore. Gio practically begs Molly to let him have a plastic race car that looks like his bed, and Molly grudgingly allows it. Gio of course rips it out of the package and sticks it right in his pocket for safe keeping ("Paying for stuff is for nerds!"), the wrapping falling to the ground. Molly, ever the diligent one, picks it up so she can secretly pay for it. Of course Gio pokes her about a bunch of other things that he thinks are wicked cool and Molly is so FUCKING patient with him while she decides between different kinds of frozen veggies. When after they have everything paid for (and Molly extra carefully pays for the race car out of sight of Gio), they're walking home with arms full of bags when Gio pulls a small daisy out of nowhere and tucks it into Molly's hair. And Molly is all flustered and flattered and even though she knows Gio stole that (it was clearly plucked haphazardly off the stem), she says thank you anyway.

Naughty things coming up! [Gio LOVES, absolutely LOVES suckling on Molly's little breasts, because she wiggles and mewls very cutely. It drives him up a wall and he cannot get enough of the sound, it's so satisfying.]

Gio is constantly teaching Molly how to stand up for herself and especially how to stand up to her dad. And he tells Molly he'll happily keep him in check with soup-based threats, thought Molly assures him he doesn't need to do that. Giovanni leaves a bowl of alphabet soup on their doorstep. It doesn't look like a threat when Martin finds it, but he ends up slipping on it and falling. Molly looks on, partially horrified and partially laughing.

Of course Giovanni learns of the incident later and though Molly does scold him, she also gives him a peck on the lips.

[jaybug-jabbers]

Top 3 Favorite PokeGods

For the unaware, PokeGods were schoolyard rumors back in the days of Gen 1, of powerful, secret pokemon hidden in the games. Many of these rumored pokegods were entirely fabricated, while others were apparently based off poor memories of seeing snippits of actual pokemon designs planned for the next gen of games.

I thought I’d make a list of my top 3 favorite pokegods, since I’ve been in a top 3 sort of mood.

#1 - Shadybug

Shadybug has an interesting detail to his tale; rumors of his reality persisted longer than other pokegods. Up until fairly recently, he had an entry in Bulbapedia, claiming that Shadybug was a pokegod based off glimpses of a real beta pokemon design.

This supposed design was called “Kage no Mushi” (‘Shadow insect’), and was a pokemon design supposedly uncovered in a Japanese web archive.

This is a sketch supposedly along similar lines to the fan sketches of Honōguma and other beta pokemon (or perhaps an attempt at concept artwork from the game creators themselves):

However, this is in all likelihood not a real alpha/beta design– there are few sources for this supposed design leak. For further discussion on this, go here.

All this talk aside as to whether Shadybug is a real beta design (no evidence for this at all), it IS a real Pokegod. In other words, there really were rumors in the 90s and early 2000′s circulating about him along with the other pokegods.

Rumors of course differ, and some rumors said Tricket, another bug-type pokegod, was the evolution of Shadybug, while others said they were two unrelated bug-type pokemon.

In any case, the two always really intrigued me. I’m honestly thrilled and impressed that bug-type pokegods were even invented by kids, as bug type was traditionally viewed as the weakest. And yet, they exist. Bug types were also included among the pokegods that were evolutions of pre-exisiting pokemon (usually evolved via the mythical ‘Mist Stone’): Beedrill evolved into ‘Beepin,’ Butterfree into ‘Locustud’ or ‘Locustod,’ Parasect into ‘Brainsect,’ etc. Even Metapod had a pokegod evolution, oddly enough– Metazap, a presumably Bug/Electric type created when you gave it ‘the Lightning stone.’

Getting back to Shadybug, though, if we look at the original pokegod rumors, we don’t know much about it. Typically it’s only described simply as “a bug that protects itself with a leaf.” The Kage no Mushi design seems to take it in a design direction similar in ways to Paras or Nincada. My favorite fan interpretation of Shadybug can be found at this post here, which honestly is so adorable I want to scream.

#2 - Tricket

This pokegod had a very consistent rumored ‘code’ for how to obtain it, something copy and pasted among the many 90s websites of young pokemon fans:

This code is for TRICKET! a new Pokemon for Gold/Silver.

First, you must carry ALL 6 BUG POKEMON in your party in this order: Caterpie, Metapod, Butterfree, Weedle, Kakuna, Beedrill. Then, open an empty box in your PC without any Pokemon in it. Go into the Safari Zone and catch a wild Venonat and a wild Venomoth. You cannot catch Venomoth before Venonat.

Then, catch a wild Paras and a wild Parasect. Same rule applies for Parasect not before Paras. Keep them all in your PC box and do not change for any new ones. You do not need Scyther or Pinsir because they are rather rare to find. You’ll see them on the Victory Road, however, by catching all of the other bug Pokemon. That’s a pre-code.

Yes, along with Scyther in Red, Pinsir will be in Red too, and along with Pinsir in Blue, Scyther will be in blue! It’s the truth. Beat the Elite Four all the way through with the 6 Pokemon told. Do not allow Caterpie, Metapod, Weedle or Kakuna to continue to evolve, just press B to stop them from evolving.

Its best for them to be on high levels. Such as L50 Caterpie and Weedle, L60 Metapod and Kakuna and L75 for Butterfree and Beedrill. You can use Rare Candies and Gameshark to boost them up. After you win all five(Gary too) matches, Professor Oak notices you have all your Bug Pokemon. He asks if you’re a bug collector, YES or NO. If you answer NO, he says, “my mistake” and then the Hall of Fame comes up. If you answer YES, then, he takes you a cage where TRICKET the CRICKET lives! He lets you take it and use it for future battles.

Tricket is on Level 65, the same level as Gary’s final Pokemon. Tricket knows Spore, Twineedle, Mega Kick(crickets like to kick their legs) and Sing. I do not know if it learns any moves. It has no link with Shadybug. Shadybug is an entirely different Pokemon. They’re just bug pokemon.

There’s appeal to this code– unlike a lot of the wild ‘codes’ for obtaining pokegods that relied on doing something an exhausting number of times (and thus was hard to prove wrong), this was a single challenge run that sounded quite possible, albiet difficult. I also admit with my bug type bias and my love of pokemon bug runs of the game, I love the heck out of it for that reason too.

There’s a few other rarities about this code that I like; for one, Tricket is a very pokemon-sounding name. It seems to rely on a simple and appealing word-mash of ‘Trick’ and ‘Cricket’ and a rare moment of genuine quality for pokegod names. A lot of pokegod names are rather outlandish and sound very much like young kiddos made them up: Anthrax (this was during an anthrax scare in the US, keep in mind), Mysterio, Doomsday,  Zapmolcuno …

Additionally, the moves described for Tricket are all real in-game moves. Again, usually when moves are described for pokegods, they’re invented with outlandish names. But the moveset described adds to the realism here. Admittedly, ‘Spore’ and ‘Sing’ are needlessly redundant, though. I would suggest swapping Spore out with something else, such as Screech or Razor Wind or something.

Anyway, there are a number of charming fan interpretations of this pokegod. One popular design is this one here, which is a rather straightforward but cute cricket with surprisingly big fists, akin to Ledian. Seems to suggest some punching moves in addition to the kicking ones.

Another sketch posted to Tumblr that only has a few notes is actually a very unique and awesome Tricket design, in my opinion, right here. A wizard cricket sounds fantastic, and it’s well executed in this sketch. The original moveset suggested for Tricket seems to have a physical attacker emphasis, but this version would probably be Bug/Psychic and more of a special attacker. We have yet to even have a Bug/Psychic type in pokemon, so the idea is an exciting one.

#3 - Mysterio

The interaction between pokegods and glitch pokemon is a complex one. It would be inaccurate to say glitch pokemon inspired all pokegods, or that all glitch pokemon were granted pokegod status, because that’s definitely not always the case. It was sometimes, though.

In many cases, it appears that pokegod rumors came about first, and that later on, Gameshark codes were assigned with the different well-known and well-loved pokegod names, with the tantilizing promise of easily obtaining these mythical creatures. Some authors who made these assigments were very direct and upfront about their arbitrary selections: they heard the pokegod rumors, knew them to be false, but liked to dream about them, and so they decided to assign names to the glitch pokemon just for fun. Other authors seemed to pass along these code lists and earnestly insisted that they were the genuine pokegods. Occasionally these authors made short notes about how the pokegods would ‘appear like messed-up blocks/like Missingno.’ but that they were indeed real despite this fact. In these cases, it seemed most fans agreed that the glitchy appearance was a dissappointment or a downside; people probably preferred the visions in their minds of great, powerful pokemon, not glitches.

The influence of glitch pokemon on pokegod lore was more sublte in other cases. Sometimes, the names of glitch pokemon would bleed into pokegod names. For instance, Blastoise’s pokegod evolution, Rainer, was possibly influenced by glichmon hex C4. This pokemon’s name appears as ‘PokéWTrainer’ in full, but due to the spaces in its name, often only appears as RAINER. It can be accessed via the Mew trick/trainer escape glitch, although its front sprite crashes the game. “Pokemaniac” also appears on many, many pokegod name lists, and this is a glitch typing of glitch pokemon also available through the trainer escape glitch.

Still, these are simply names. Something that seemed far less common were glitch pokemon inspiring any sort of detailed pokegod lore. Mysterio seems to represent at least a few attempts at this, though. It was a name given to ‘M, the sister species of Missingno. that also shares pokedex number 000. It could be encountered along with its sister Missingno. during the surfing along the Cinnabar coast/old man trick.

The relationship kids had with these two glitchmon was complicated. Missingno. and ‘M were typically treated with awe and fear. The false rumor that Missingno. could destroy your savefile or your entire game was incredibly common even back then, which probably explains why this rumor is still so staunchly believed even to this day. (See endnote.) Other kids valued Missingno. and its sister for its ability to duplicate items and used it for that but advised against daring to capture it, lest you put your game at risk.

It’s hard to say what other glitchmon possibly influenced pokegod lore. However, considering that encountering glitch pokemon without a cheating device (via Old Man Trick or the Trainer Escape Trick) seemed fairly well-known and easy to execute, and that the Gameshark codes were well-circulated for those lucky enough to own such a device, kids definitely were exposed to these glitchmon– making for ideal circumstances for rumors and stories to grow and flourish. It’s also noteworthy that glitchmon often had extreme stats; some were incredibly weak but others were incredibly powerful, with stats far exceeding any real, natural pokemon. They also fulfilled two other major expectations of pokegods: they were hidden and could only be revealed with special in-game tricks or Gameshark codes, and their pokedex numbers often exceeded 150. It’s quite possible these factors seriously influenced the rise of pokegod rumors in general, especially the various “tricks” that promised to grant you access to the land of the pokegods. Since these tricks for acquring M’ were real, for example, surely that meant other tricks could do the same for others? What else was waiting out there for discovery?

That same adventuresome, wonderous curiosity is something I feel is still kept alive today with glitch hunters. People are still discovering amazing ways of exploiting glitches and exploring the inner ‘guts’ of the game. Some of the glitch exploits sound like they stole a page right out the pokegod lore books, especially for arbitrary code execution. That’s why I have Mysterio listed as my final favorite pokegod. I feel it bridges the gap between the pokegods and the glitchmon. Quite frankly, if you’re searching for the pokegods, I’d say they have already been found: powerful, mysterious, occasionally dangerous, and completely alien, surpassing even the most wild young kid’s imaginations.

End Note on Dangerous Missingno. Rumor:

While encountering or capturing Missingno. and ‘M does not dangerously damage the savefile, it does visually corrupt Hall of Fame data, which is part of the savefile. This possibly contributed to the rumor that they can harm the save file. There also is a chance of crashing the game if you capture a pokemon at an abnormal level (lvl 0, namely) while having a full party and transferring it automatically to the PC, and then attempting to withdraw it. (Go here for details.) Because pokemon encountered during the Old Man trick, including Missingno. and ‘M, can appear at abnormal levels, this also may have contributed to the rumor.

However, to be perfectly honest, another reason is probably a case of mistaken identity. Missingno. was the first glitch pokemon to be discovered, most likely– certainly the one that was popularized and easy to access. Kids probably applied the name to all glitch pokemon. There are plenty of glitch pokemon that can severely corrupt your game, via glitch moves with unterminated names (called ‘Superglitch moves’). Poor, innocent Missingno. and ‘M were possibly blamed for their cousin’s crimes instead.

Finally, it should be noted that Missingno. in pokemon Yellow is far more ornery then in Red and Blue. With the Trainer Escape glitch, its front sprite can often lock up the game upon encounter; additionally, if successfully captured, it can cause various graphical glitches upon returning to the overworld.

This is a repost on a new blog. The original post was on Jan 14, 2019.

[yenrz1314]

LET’S (attempt to) FIX/REWRITE KH 358/2 DAYS

Let me preface this: I love Roxas, Xion, and Axel A LOT. I have been thoroughly blinded by nostalgia as much as you have and I don’t really care. I’ll continue to love them even after I’m finished destroying their game here. Keep in mind I’m not hatin’. And, fun fact, I think that Days is perhaps the best written game in the series regarding character writing. Still doesn’t mean I think it’s actually good though.

I’m going to start off saying something kind of controversial. Axel, Roxas, and Xion weren't that great of friends. 

Yes they were the best friends that they ever had, but when you're constantly surrounded by the melancholic mundane, any sort of friendship is the great friendship. They weren't that great at being friends to each other because they dealt with conflict in the most incompetent way possible. As far as I know, there was barely any communication whatsoever between them, which is really disappointing because Roxas is like the most understanding person ever. Most of their conversations concerned small talk. Not necessarily boring small talk, but small talk.

I really wish we could at least have gotten a talk between Xion and Roxas when he was on that mission to chase her down before Axel came in and knocked her out. The only real communication about Xion’s situation is between her and Axel, and we rarely get to see any camaraderie between her and Roxas. We do see a decent amount between Roxas and Axel but I’ll just attribute to the fact that they’ve existed as characters longer than Xion has.

Xion’s inherently pretty bad at communicating. To Roxas especially. Even though Axel tried to talk her down, she didn't really explain herself much. Axel honestly had to figure it out himself.

If Days gets remade I hope to death that we have at least one scene of Roxas and Xion having more meaningful talks. Alone. They were close. Its just that Xion kept stonewalling, and Axel would always be dodgy with his answers, which makes you question if they’re truly all that close. I mean, you wouldn’t just not tell one of your best friends anything about something you’re really struggling about.

Though I guess you can’t blame them since they had no memories of their past and were learning based off of watching those around them, and they did live with the organization

And to be fair, you’re a part of an organization with a leader the answers basic questions like “Who is Sora?” with vague af answers like "the connection".

Also they’re stupid teenagers. I’m already giving them the benefit of the doubt.

Honestly I would normally be fine with her lack of communication and accept it as an character flaw.  In fact, under normal circumstances, it would be a reason for me to be invested in her character. But the truth is that we don't see enough scenes of him and Xion having meaningful bonding time for me to be accepting of that lack of communication. There was that one absolutely adorable scene of Roxas and Xion on the clocktower discussing about how much they worry about each other...but the rest of the time they spent together is superficial, mostly consisting of just kind of empty small talk. It’s kind of rare that we see them actually talk about their relationship and/or any chemistry. A lot was just them sitting next to each other eating ice cream or on missions and we did have a lot of skips of one of them being asleep or missing.

The main problem KH has in its writing is that it really likes to display the cute little quirks or tressings of a relationship but absolutely fails to write any core to that relationship. Like, for example, the seashells they leave for each other when they’re sleeping is absolutely precious, but there’s not that much of a core dynamic between these characters that this really cute character interaction can be built upon. And in the end, but just because something is tragic doesn't mean it has substance

Because Days doesn't give me enough meat of writing to bite into, it just ends up as a frustrating tale of Roxas just being confused the whole time. Sure, Roxas is the main character, but he literally has almost no agency throughout the entire game. And I find that pretty insulting to his character. This guy is literally one of the most well written in the series. And no, I’m not pulling the ‘xion’s a mary sue stealing the spotlight’ card. I’m totally fine with her existing, but dang if I had the opportunity to change ONE THING about Days I would totally rewrite the cutscene Fracture on day 298, the day when Xion was captured.

So the original scene goes like this: Roxas tracks her down, asks her to come back, he tries to comfort her, asking why she won’t come back to him. She just says "I can't" and GETS SCARED WHEN THE MOST TRUSTED PERSON IN HER LIFE REACHES OUT TO HER. Okay. breathe. I understand if she’s scared. It’s a bit of a stretch, yes, if we take into account that she’s in the depths of emotional turmoil trying decide between her friends or Sora. I understand if she really doesn’t want to go back to the organization. My problem is that Roxas really doesn’t pose a threat to her at all here.

But then again, it could be that Xion’s a very delicate person, emotionally. And that she’s easily disturbed and is flighty. BUT THE THING IS: We don’t see this anywhere else. Days, as is, doesn’t really do a good job of establishing Xion’s personality at all anyways. So we can throw that excuse out the window.

BUT. BUT BUT BUT. THE ABSOLUTE WORST WAS WHEN SHE TURNED HER KEYBLADE ON ROXAS.

SERIOUSLY I would have totally been fine with everything up to this point except her turning on him like that

Again, he is literally no threat to her at all! I can understand her being scared, but he didn’t threaten to take her back or yell at her or anything

Like why. Why isn’t she willing to tell him anything about the truth about her existence. It's not like she's trying to keep it a secret. I understand how jarring it must have been for her to have that sort of existential crisis knowing that she’s just a puppet created to copy...But telling Roxas absolutely nothing is ridiculous. ESPECIALLY because Roxas was the one who always was breaking his back for her. He was the one who first approached her to join him at the clock tower, he was always trying to reach out to her, understand her. Heck, even when Xion was the aggressor, both times in Fracture and in the final battle, Roxas still sees her as the victim, the one who was in the right, and it's both very sweet and a bit unhealthy that he views her in such a positive light. He always does his best to give her the benefit of the doubt. And this is clearly shown in his actions.

I would rewrite it like this:

Keep everything the same up to the point right before she turns on him. She walks away and he stops her and everything, but after that she stops and thinks for a moment. And she asks quietly for him to let her go. Roxas, of course, let's her go because he's freaking Roxas

And she tries explaining to him what's going on in a very roundabout way, for the sake of being consistent with her established character. I'm not asking for her to explain it word for word. She's as flighty as a deer. I understand her not being direct. And then Roxas tries talking to her how they could work this out. Hell, this would be the PERFECT TIME to incorporate that scene from the manga when Roxas proposes they run away together. Xion is shocked and ask if he is serious, and he says yes. And THAT'S when Axel comes in and stops the party, and everything plays out the same till the end of the cutscene.

Also if this writing was implemented, then that would be a payoff point. The pacing in Days’ story is kind of whack, and adding a breakthrough moment like this would be super satisfying to the viewer.

Also it makes sense that Axel would come in then because he can't just accept both of his friends leaving like that. In the og game, Axel pretty much just let his two best friends walk away from him.  The only time he shows any protest is when he is ordered by his superiors to go after them. Xion in particular. Sure this works, as it’s implied that Axel is respecting his friends’ autonomy by letting them go.

But maybe we could make it better by having Axel go through a mini arc where he accepts his friends' departure with a bit of a struggle. You’ll see more below.

The only change that would have to be made is that the organization would have to actively keep Roxas and Xion apart to keep them from conspiring together. Or when they're together, always have a third party member to keep a watchful eye. I’m guessing this would mean no more ice cream time either. For now.

Xion’s communication is just a trickle the first few days, but over time it slowly opens up, gradually telling more as they interact when they have the occasional mission together. She would mutter things like 

“The organization is keeping so much from us, Roxas…” 

or telling snippits like that when the third party member/chaperone isn’t watching.

Eventually, the organization takes note of this and orders for the two to be kept completely separate at all times, and Axel knows that this will absolutely kill their friendship so he does a solid by confronting Saix about it to propose a compromise. He’s like: 

"I'm a trusted member of this organization. Hell, I brought them back for you.  So how about this: I'll watch them for you instead" 

And Saix accepts that compromise. And the result of that compromise is that we get more trio missions, something we ALL LOVED. And also those would be opportunities for them to talk. ALL THREE OF THEM

Okay so the three talk on missions and at the clocktower again, Xion knows her purpose and desperately wants to leave. She won’t disclose Riku or Namine's location. Axel protests fiercely to the thought of her leaving. Meanwhile Roxas is trying to mediate as always, but he leans more towards helping Xion leave at least. However, he would still show how he emotionally would rather have her stay. He has an internal struggle when Xion tries to explain their connection with Sora and how they need to go back during a few talks with them alone that Axel allows. She needs to be the one who tells him he needs to come back to Sora.  Someone who he trusts and can help him through this process. Not a stranger like Riku or Namine.

And then this time of communication all abruptly comes to a halt when the Org. starts pitting Roxas and Xion against each other in missions. Also, let's have Xion be less heartless to Roxas here and not be so eager to leave. Of course, she desperately still wants to, but Roxas is her anchor keeping her there. She knows that it'll all be for naught if Roxas doesn't go with her anyways. Also she doesn't want to hurt him by just leaving like that. She cares.

So, back to the rewrite, the talks stop when the organization starts pitting roxas and Xion against each other in those missions. Axel stops them like he did originally, and they have a talk about how crazy ridiculous this all is. Roxas agrees with Xion and Axel agrees too but hides it because he's a coward and is the org's lapdog, and just tries as hard as he can to keep them together. Roxas is dismayed that his existence is possibly ending, but at the same time agrees with Xion that this is all crazy. Axel shuts them down for the day. 

And the next day is the day Xigbar, Axel and Xion go on that mission.

But instead of Xion jumping ship, Riku comes in to take Xion, kidnapping her without a fight because he knows he can't take survive one against two other org. members. Axel doesn't do anything to stop her because he's accepted it at this point. Also seeing Xion as Ven really made him realize the gravity of the situation.

This really upsets Roxas because he thinks Xion was taken against her will. Axel doesn’t have the heart to tell him about Xion’s current extremely unstable state. And this sets him off since he's been putting up with so much BS at this point and he runs away as originally written as well as to search for Xion, because he knows the org. will never let him look for her himself. Everything plays out the same after that.

 On the clocktower where Roxas and Xion meet, there's one change. When she shows him that she's almost Sora, she *explains* as best as she can what’s happened to her, since she’s under the control of the org. now. She makes him realize that it's inevitable that she must die or she'll cease to be herself. And then they fight as originally scripted, Roxas’ motive for fighting being that there still might be a chance for them to go on if he finishes things himself.

When the fight is over and she begins to die, Xion's final request is that he join back with Sora. That is were it this all leads and she knows it. We're changing that because in the original she, when Roxas and Riku are fighting, for some dumb reason, retracts her final wish???? Like… that's got to be one of the most contrived things in this story.

Also I'd like to cut that dumb pointless plot device that Roxas forgets who Xion is right after finishing his final battle with her, Because by golly did the writing team really want Roxas to be as clueless as possible even as his best friend is dying. Geez wtf.

Honestly, you can keep the memory loss, just please make it so that he remembers her SOONER, so they can actually COMMUNICATE AND SO THAT HE CAN ACTUALLY SAY GOODBYE.

FUACK.

“Promise me...you’ll come back...to Sora. That way...we can be together again...”

Or something like that, make me cry more. 。ﾟ(ﾟﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

But then what would Roxas’s motive be for going back to The World That Never Was and fighting Riku then? Just wait a moment and hold on to your seat because I’m going to take the original situation and make it even more badass AND make it work with my rewrite.

Also this blog is finally almost done good job for making it this far.

Let's have Roxas know about the heartless nobody cycle. He can have learned this after maybe sifting through the organization’s research files or something. It wouldn’t be hard to stick it in the story somewhere. 

What was the most heartwrenching thing about Roxas’s final day in the real world? I would say his rage, grief, and desperation over his entire life. So let’s take that, and multiply it by a couple dozen times. After Xion's death, his motive to destroy the organization will be more about his rage at the unjust way he was treated. Him and Xion. They messed up his and his friends’ lives.

“Well if I die, then whatever I'll just go back to Sora. Kill two birds with one stone.”

Regardless of however you write Days, angsty, bloodthirsty Roxas is a requirement. It’s what makes Roxas Roxas. And as a result his grief is amplified tenfold. He doesn't even care about preserving his own life anymore.

And Riku confronts him. Asks him what the hell he's doing. He tells him he's going to fuck up the organization. And Riku's like ‘don't be stupid they'll just capture you and hold you hostage to keep Sora from waking’

Roxas looks at him, points one of his keyblades towards him.

"You don't know that." 

"I'll end every single one of them before they get the chance. You want me to prove it..? WELL HERE'S MY PROOF!” 

AND THEN HE FREAKING STRIKES,

AND THAT’S THE FIGHT

And let's hammer in the fact that Roxas is his own freaking person. Instead of the line "C'mon Sora! I thought you were stronger than that!" from Riku, instead he says to Roxas something akin to this:

"C'mon Sora...I know you're stupid, but not to this extent!"

And then Roxas doesn't give him a Sora-ish line.

“You’re the one calling me by the wrong name.”

Riku sits defeated and despondent on the ground.

"...Why...? It's not supposed to be this way...Sora..."

This breaks a nerve in Roxas.

"This again?! I'm me. NOBODY ELSE. Get that through YOUR thick head!"

And the rest is history...

..................

THAT’S THE REWRITE KIDS.  YOU’RE FINALLY FINISHED READING THIS RIDICULOUSLY LONG BLOG. THANK YOU FOR READING \o/

Fun fact, this was all borne out of a late night discord chat with a friend of mine.

Edit: this is the headcanon for what happened in Days now. Goodnight.

[pb1138]

Let’s Tell the Templars

Based on Sebastian’s bullshit banter with Fenris. My Fenhawke romance (Anna Hawke,) a quick little snippit. 

“It’s our duty to tell the Templars.”

Hawke’s footsteps slowed, her ear twitching towards the side she’d heard Sebastian talking from. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Anders’s fist clenching.

“Then why haven’t you done it?” Thank the Maker Fenris seemed uninterested at best, with maybe just a smidge of defensiveness underneath his tone. 

“I guess I was hoping they’d come to it on their own.” 

Hawke’s teeth clicked before she began to ground them, her heart beginning to beat faster. Sebastian had said some outrageous shit before but this? To make matters worse, she really didn’t know him well enough to know whether or not she could dismiss his words as mere folly. For all she knew, he was being deadly serious. 

“And then you wouldn’t have to betray Hawke’s friends, right?”

“That’s not reason enough to allow a maleficar to walk free.”

Apparently, it had not dawned on Sebastian that Hawke was listening, even though she’d stopped walking and was currently vaguely inspecting a piece of jewelry she would never wear in a thousand years.

“You don’t think the Templars know I’m here?” There was a sort of smugness in Anders’s voice, a haughtiness. “They just haven’t caught me yet.”

“Which of us should do it? Shall we draw lots?” Lots?!

Fenris was quick to deny him, though, and part of Hawke was relieved. He’d made assurances to her that he’d not betray her in the past, but despite their amorous relationship, she’d always felt…wary of those assurances, as though just one spell gone awry might undo all the trust (and the eventual love) they’d built together. “Uh-uh. You want to turn them in, you work it out with Hawke.”

She could hear Sebastian open his mouth to speak, but she spun on her heel and doubled on him quick as she could. The genuine fear in his eyes was enough to send a shiver of delight down her spine. If he wore fabric instead of that ridiculous armor, she’d have grabbed him and pulled him in close, but she settled for a sharp push, sending him into the wall behind him. She moved in so close she could smell his breath and whispered with more menace than she’d ever uttered anything before in her life, “You talk to the Templars and you’re dead, Sebastian Vael.” A small part of her wished she had some sort of ability like Fenris’s lyrium, or even that she was possessed like Anders so she could flash a menacing color, but she settled for the crackle of sparks that passed through her fingers. The fear in Sebastian’s eyes was enough for now, but she shoved him once more for good measure.

“H-Hawke, I…”

She shoved away from him and pointed at him. “I will die to protect my friends, Vael. I may not give a shit what happens to me, but you can bet on it that I will stop at nothing to keep Anders and Merrill safe. Mark my words.”

He swallowed hard and nodded. “Y-yes, Hawke.”

She nodded once, firmly, then spun on her heel and stalked off. She didn’t have to look behind her to see Fenris’s bemused smirk, to feel Anders’s smugness rolling off him in waves.

He must have assumed she was out of earshot after a moment because he whispered to Fenris, “And you truly love that? An insane malefic—”

The sound of Fenris punching him in the gut reverberated through the marketplace, and though she hid it well, a broad smile spread across Anna’s face, made only larger when Fenris trotted up to walk by her side. They could still hear Sebastian sputtering and gasping for breath as they rounded the corner, and the look that passed between them was filled with nothing less than love.

[loversandantiheroes]

Be gentle, it’s been awhile. Got a tiny snippit for Line Cook Dieter Bravo + f!reader. Idk what this is or if it’ll fit into something else, but, hey, it’s some words. 681 of ‘em. A solid T for language. It’s dirty but only in the literal sense.

It’s been a long long clusterfuck of a day, and you’re stuck closing.

Old punk filters through from the kitchen, tinny and sharp. Dee's blasting it on his phone propped up in an empty steel service tray, a poor man's amplifier. You don't know the song, punk isn’t quite your area, but it's one of his favorites if the way he's warbling along is any indication. His voice is muffled and uneven from where he's down on his knees, scrubbing off the last of a nasty sauce spill from his station.

Out front it's not much better. A birthday dinner for a family of six resulted in a two year old throwing a shockingly large portion of cake around like a pastry grenade, and you've spent most of your time closing trying to get frosting and cake crumbs off the wall and ceiling while Dee hollers along with his music.

You're bent over double, trying to reach a wad of cake-slathered napkins under the corner booth, when you hear Dee's caterwauling get louder, the door creaking open loudly as he elbows his way into the room.

"Fuck, I love this song." "Hadn't noticed," you grunt, trying to hook the push broom around the table's bolted-down base. "Figured the local cat population was having another orgy in the alley."

"Kiss my ass, sour puss. I was a choir boy, y'know."

"Fucking when?" you sputter, sparing a short glance over your shoulder. He's a vague shape under greasy fluorescents, hair a wild halo kept out of his eyes by a pair of battered sunglasses he's pushed up like a headband.

"Eighth grade," he says with a shrug.

"Yeah right," you mutter, but the rest of the retort is lost as the end of broom you're manhandling pops off the handle, wedged beneath the table. You stagger back a step, colliding with Dee as the handle hits the floor with a sharp clatter. "Son of a bitch!"

"Take it easy."

His hands are on your shoulders, hot and still a little damp. You grit your teeth, a thousand smart-ass comebacks dying on your tongue as the frustration of a long day finally finds the right crack and drives in deep. You bury your head in your hands, too tired and too sore to run for the back like you should as tears burn your eyes.

"Hey, hey girlie. It's all right. It's a broom, it ain't the apocalypse." Dee's voice has gone soft. An unusual thing. He's not the loudest guy in the back by any stretch, he is just about as chill as you think a line cook can get without being fully unconscious, but he's always tended towards the low end of brash. Gentle from him is a surprise.

"I know, I know, I fucking know," you say, scrubbing at your eyes. "Today's just, it��" "It was a shitshow."

"Yeah. Yeah it fucking was."

The hands on your shoulders squeeze just a little. "Dance with me," he says suddenly.

"What?" You wheel, red-eyed and baffled.

Dee cocks his head at the warble of music drifting out of the kitchen, trailing his hands down to clasp yours. "C'mon." "Dee." It's a warning, but it's thin as cellophane.

"Dance with me." He's grinning now, a wad of chewing gum clamped in his teeth. There's a waft of apricot on his breath.

"No," you say, shaking your head but following his lead anyway. "You smell like Juicy Fruit and onion pits."

"No more Pall Malls though," he adds, eyebrows high and brown eyes wide. When the puppy dog eyes don't sway you he tips his head. "Baby girl you've got frosting in your hair and at least six cups of coffee soaking through that apron. You smell like a pastry chef fucked an espresso machine. Dance with me."

He pulls you in and you go, smiling begrudgingly in spite of yourself.

"You sure know how to make a girl feel special." His hand splays out warm on the small of your back and he guides you into a sway. "More where that came from, honey."

Writers' Iron Chef #1

[PROMPT] Slow Dancing

[ADDITIONAL PROMPT] "Are you flirting with me?” + "You finally noticed?"

[TIME LIMIT] Optional, 10 minutes prep. time 30 minutes writing time Optional, 10 minutes editing time

[THE IRON CHEF]

For background information on this challenge, find the original post here.

The purpose of this writing exercise is to challenge yourself to write something in a limited time. What you produce doesn't have to be a perfect, polished, piece and it doesn't have to shared. If you take part please make it a goal to interact with at least one other piece of writing :)

[RULES]

Set a timer and stick to it. The goal is not to finish something, it's to start something.

Outlining and brainstorming can be done in the 10 minutes prep time. You do not have to take this prep time and you don't have to use the full 10 minutes. However, if you choose to use it make sure you stick to the time limit.

You must always work the prompt into the scene.

The additional prompt is not essential but a bonus if you can make it work.

If what you write has sections missing but you still want to share it, put what happens and is missing in [square brackets] on a separate line.

If you want to share your writing, reblog this and post whatever you write. Remember, it doesn't have to be a finished piece - think of it as posting an excerpt.

If it makes you feel more comfortable to post please take the timed 10 minutes after to edit. You don't have to use the full 10 minutes but be sure to not go over it - we're not looking for perfection. Otherwise share your writing as it is.

[random-fandom-scenarios]

Hey can you write a scenario for xanxus and his so based on the song "starring role" by marina and the diamonds? I think that song fits greatly!

it does fit him and its a somewhat scenario type thing.  idk its just snippits set to different lyrics 

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‘Cause the only time you open up is when we get undressed

His hands were hot against your skin as they trailed down your back, stopping at your ass long enough to give it a squeeze before going to the back of your thighs and lifting you up into his arms.  “Already so damn wet,” he growled into your neck before biting down on the skin behind your ear.  “I love it when I come home and your ready for me,” he said, walking forward until your back met the wall, his lips trailing down your chest.

You don’t love me, big fucking deal

You dropped some cash on the table to pay for your two drinks and to tip the waiter before leaving the bar.  Tugging your coat on to brace against the chilly wind, you started walking the couple blocks to your apartment, a ruined date on your mind.  Half an hour late was tolerable given his nature, but an hour late was not.  You chided yourself for even expecting him to show up when you knew deep down we wasn’t going to.  He never did.

Come on, baby, let’s just get drunk, forget we don’t get on

You giggled as you looked at the small amount of drink left in the whiskey bottle.  “This was full when I got here an hour ago,” you giggled, waving the bottle in front of Xanxus.  “Now there’s not even a glass left.”

“Finish it off and I’ll grab a new one,” Xanxus ordered, standing up and teetering for a second before walking over to his liquor cabinet.  

“God, I needed this,” you said before putting the bottle to your lips and tilting it back.  You were going to feel like shit in the morning, but damn did you feel good now.

You know I’d rather walk alone than play a supporting role

The smell of perfume on his shirt caught your attention as your climbing into his lap, ready to welcome him back home they way he liked.  “Who did this belong to?” you asked, your hand gripping his chin to hold him back from you.  “And a lipstick stain too?” you asked, spotting the smudge of red on his shirt collar.

“It doesn’t fucking matter, she wasn’t as good as you,” he said, swatting your hand off of him before latching his teeth onto your neck, going straight for the spot that always made your knees wobble.  You hated him, but damn was it getting hard to stay mad when he made you feel like this.  

You charged through the feeling though, shoving him away and climbing off his lap.  “I know we aren’t a real couple, but I thought we were at least exclusive,” you huffed before walking out the door.

Yeah, I wait for you to open up, to give yourself to me

Your fingers ran through his hair as he slept, his head resting in your lap.  You looked down at his peaceful face, a stark contrast to his usual look.  He almost looked happy, like a normal person.  Not an emotionally fucked up murderer.

He shifted some and mumbled out something that sounded almost like your name.  You leaned closer to his mouth, hoping to hear what else he said, but almost as if sensing your curiosity, his lips stopped moving.  

You let out a sigh as you continued to gently scrap your nails against his scalp.  He was never going to share anything with you.  He hadn’t after a year of whatever it was you too had going.  

But nothing’s ever gonna give, I’ll never set you free

You waited for the sound of a slamming door, flinching when you heard it despite knowing it was coming.  Breaking it off went easier than you thought.  You were still alive and not another body in his wake, but that didn’t mean you weren’t scared.  He could still ruin you, no matter were you went.  

But despite that fear, you felt free.  You left whatever it was he had offered and despite the amazing sex, you knew it was for the best.  Your mind couldn’t take any more games.  You wanted someone to love, he did not.

[kristnirpresti]

ooc: so I am all about soulmate AUs, kay. But I saw that one for polyamory and legit wanted to do something like that with Athelstan and Ragnar and Lagertha, or at least write about it in a fic or something cause it like wont leave me head. But I’m gonna post about here just cause I can...

EDIT: This turned into a fic type thing (so its going under a read more), i’ll post legit headcanons about soulmates later. But i’d totally do an AU based off this

So like lets just look at modern (Cause canon is a whole nother thing okay).

So lets also narrow down the AU to just the writing on your skin where whatever you write on your skin shows up on your soulmates skin (i’m going to lovingly ignore if tattoos count for that for now)

So the first time it happens, Athelstan literally freaks out, because he’s in undergrad and its a language he hasn’t studied yet, so he has no idea what it says. He asks a friend, who almost loses there shit because the recognizes two sets of handwriting. Athelstan swears his friend to secrecy. But he finds out the language and begins to learn it.

He keeps it to himself mostly. What is written is fairly easy to hide. He also keeps it to himself because he is active with church and have three soulmates while not unheard of isn’t the most accepted thing, not like they would kick him out though.

After about a year or so, he finally has a good enough of a grasp on the conversations that he always sees to understand what they are saying. He can pick out who is who, he doesn’t know their names though, just knows their personalities.

When he takes art classes he only uses blending sticks only (which means sub part art for him at least) for fear that the charcoal would tell his soulmates that they had a third. They seemed happy, he had no desire to ruin their relationship. Besides if he wrote should he write in English, or Danish, would they understand him if he wrote in the prior.

He keeps track of their conversations, occasional notes graze his skin like pick up Gyda, or get Bjorn to do his homework before TV. They have kids, and Athelstan knows he can never reveal himself, and ruin that. Despite the longing to do just that, to let them know he is lonely especially now that he knows about them. But he can live with the snippits of the life he sees played out before him in writing.

Then one day he sees it, an argument, and it sounds violent, and Athelstan almost feels bad for spying on there life for at least 2 years now. Athelstan feels like he has to do something. He doesn’t know why they fought just that the pleas from the messier hand writing are almost pathetic.

He takes out a pen, and it hovers over the skin on his forearm for a good minute or so. And finally writes, in English so they dont get any wild ideas about the fact that he may live in their country because he most certainly doesn’t. Its a few simple words, “Your love for each other is stronger than one argument. You will be okay.”

He caps the pen, prays that he doesn’t go and wash his arm off immediately hoping that neither of them notice, and tries to forget about it.

He doesn’t wash his arm, but the ink comes off when he showers. And that’s when he noticed no knew writing has appeared. It makes him sad, but he doesn’t think to much about it. When it comes to months with no new writing people start to notice that something is upsetting Athelstan even if he says he is fine.

Its a particularly bad night, and he had cold pizza for dinner, when he gets his pen, and writes in Danish this time, “I’m sorry.”

Again he thinks nothing of it. Either the two no longer wish for him to see their relationship, or they are no longer soulmates, which he didn’t think was possible. He moped a bit longer, at least when they wrote he didn’t feel as lonely, even God couldn’t help him.

Eventually he decided he would not let himself wallow in a pity party. They didn’t want him that much was clear. But that would not hinder his life, he stopped using smudge sticks for art, and let his fingers become covered in charcoal, occasionally it covered his face too. He had a mishap with a drawing he was inking and he was covered in black ink, and ruined his favorite shirt in the process.

When he went to classes he doodled maps on his arms in history, and drew out pictures of what he thought characters looked like in literature. Some days he went with nothing on his skin at all. But usually it was charcoal on his hands and fingers. Some times he thought what his two soulmates thought, but they had been silent ever since he first wrote something. It never occurred that now it could be there turn to watch him.

Athelstan went about his life, then one day in class he saw their writing again, this time it was names. Ragnar, and Lagertha. He almost fell out of his desk and asked to be excused. He rushed to the bathroom and splashed water on his face.

He fumbles for a pen in his pocket, and writes out his name. He returns to class, and has to deal with the waiting game.

He gets a request next, draw a picture of himself. He responds no. They converse like that for a while, they never ask Athelstan where he lives and he never offers it up.

Then one day he gets the message they are coming to London. He freezes not sure what to do. They say they want to see him. He asks why London. They say they did some research his spelling indicted where he from. Athelstan retorted England was not the only place with certain word spelling. They said he also mentioned once where he went to college, they then give him a time and their flight number and expect him to be there at Heathrow to pick them up.

athelstan legit panics and debates not going. He goes anyways. He can’t borrow a car in time, so he takes the train and hopes they don’t mind. he’s poor, but he has found decent enough clothes, and is in his warmest jacket and waits for them at their gate. 

When he first sees them he knows its them. They are walking together, and he just knows. He immediately turns around to walk away, but he finds both of them on either side of him. He feels tiny compared to them, and significantly less good looking, not like he ever thought much of his appearance before, but Ragnar and Lagertha were something else.

he was in awe and speechless, but they didn’t seem to mind, in fact they seemed to share identical smirks that worried Athelstan a little more than it should.

[destination-despairing]

I wrote a snippit based off this amazing art 👉👈 I hope that’s okay!!! 

“Um, love?” Nagito tried to stifle his laughter as he watched his husband in the mirror. “You’re hurting me a bit." 

Makoto looked up and made a distressed sound as he took his hands away from Nagito’s unruly hair. "Sorry! I was just trying to… Do something with it." 

Nagito chuckled. He leaned back and turned his head to kiss Makoto’s cheek. "It’s impossible. I gave up trying with it years ago.” He sighed dramatically. 

Makoto rolled his eyes. “Let me try again!” He said with that adorable determination of his. 

Nagito leaned forward again so Makoto could continue playing with his hair. At some point he closed his eyes, enjoying the ease of simply being with Makoto as they got ready. If it had been up to him, he would have shown up to the event in his favorite ratty old coat and infamous messy hair. It would have been amusing seeing Hajime’s exasperation if he had. Instead Makoto was kind enough to help him get ready, though it went both ways. He had also helped him into his vest and mused his hair. He enjoyed it. The moments like these where he simply did things with Makoto. Being domestic suited them, but perhaps that was selfish of him to think. 

“I think this works!” Makoto said excitedly, bringing Nagito out of his thoughts. 

He opened his eyes slowly to look at himself in the mirror. A hair tie pulled back a small bit of his hair into a pony tail, while the rest was left flowing down his neck. He looked… Handsome? He blushed. “It looks nice." 

Makoto beamed and threw his arms around Nagito from behind so he could smother his cheek in kisses. "You look nice! Look at my beautiful husband.” He said, looking at him fondly through the mirrors reflection. 

Even now Nagito wasn’t used to such niceties being used on him, but they were easier to swallow when they came from his husband. He cupped Makoto’s cheek and pulled him into a loving kiss, his heart fluttering when he felt Makoto return it happily. His fingers toyed with the collar of Makoto’s suit jacket, then the buttons of his shirt. “We’ve got time,” He whispered against Makoto’s lips. “Perhaps I could thank you for helping me look presentable in front of the other ultimates?”

Makoto shuddered when Nagito’s voice drooped an octave and his face turned bright red. "Um… If we have enough time, then…” That was the last word he got out before he was kissed breathless. 

May I offer you some domestic 10th Anniversary Komaegi in these trying times