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Identity Pt 4

Part (4) of Identity, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

I owe loads of responses and I'm sorry! I got the writing bug and any spare time I've had in front of a computer, I just wanted to write! Quick answer to the most common question, though: Yeah, the implication is that the contact is her dad - that'll be touched on a bit more later, though, and I'll try to actually be a good tumblr person and respond to everyone's lovely comments this week now that I've purged this chapter out!

Huge preemptive warning before even getting to the real warnings! This is one of those particularly dark chapters that may be too intense for some readers. If that's the case, I'm more than happy to make a summary for continuity's sake; just please take caution to read the tags

Warnings: torture, waterboarding, drowning, interrogation, panic, panic attack, flashbacks, self-blame, giving up, longing for death, temporary insanity, arguably inappropriate use of sedation, guilt, profanity, intense whump

WC: 3,231

Fire tore through my nose and throat, body wrenching forward with violent coughs that sent pain shooting down my side, but the movement stopped short, chest held fast to something behind me – no… beneath me? I couldn’t think beyond the desperate need for air, head shaking as though it might rid my eyes and nose of the liquid still dripping down my face as my jaw gaped around choked gasps. The distorted hum of unfamiliar voices resonated nearby, pausing mere seconds before another torrent of icy water crashed over me, robbing me of what pitiful taste of air I’d fought so hard to gain and sending me back down that spiral of panicked suffocation, diaphragm convulsing uselessly beneath that torturous burn of drowning.

Something locked around my jaw, forcing my gaze toward the blurred colors that surely hid an unknown face and drawing a startled grunt of pain from me. I could almost hear words, confident at least that they were male before my attacker released me harshly enough to slam my already throbbing head against whatever lay beneath it. I’d only just realized my wrists were bound behind me when another frigid wave was thrown at me, again leaving me sputtering for breath.

“… a patient man…” That voice growled, mind finally grasping some meager bit of clarity. “I suggest you answer my questions before things get really unpleasant.” Wheezing, I quickly looked about us for some hint as to what was happening, but the dark cell offered no clues toward who he was or where he’d taken me. I think I was tied to a chair leaning back at a precarious angle, but I couldn’t move enough to check before he grabbed me again, fingers burring into my already bruised jaw.

“Eyes on me, yuh damn rat.” He grumbled. Without conscious thought, I realized some part of me expected to find a grizzled, old man covered in scars, eyes full of enraged contempt, but that’s not who stood beside me. He appeared to barely be in his thirties, white shirt marred with sweat and blood and stains I tried not to look too closely at lest I see something far worse. Years of drinking left is stomach distended and his skin blotchy, and what light may once have filled pale, green eyes had long since abandoned him. There was no anger fueling his actions, no obvious cause for him to seek retribution from long held vendetta. This was his job, and he’d simply lost the will to be bothered by the horrors it forced him to do.

“Ah. Guess yuh weren’t really awake yet, were yuh?” He hummed more to himself than to me, “Concussions can be tricky like that…” With a deep sigh, he stepped back, hand dropping absently away from me. “Let’s start over, then.” The way he rubbed his hand over his face, the weariness dragging against his movements, it felt so painfully displaced against the way my heart raced.

“Who ordered the hit?” Lost, I could only stare at him, thoughts far too muddled beneath fear and confusion to fathom a response. “How about we start with something easier?” He muttered, though he still reached for something behind me. I heard the click of a button followed by the rush of water through pipework overhead, and the terror that gripped me was visceral, body shaking too hard to manage even a broken gasp, limbs wrenching against the shackles about my wrists and ankles.

The vague sensation of pain each movement sent tearing through my left side didn’t matter, nor the growing understanding that there had been an explosion; that everyone near the podium must have been caught in the blast, and I couldn’t begin to guess the extent of my own injuries even as I recalled the horrifying images of those far less fortunate. That knowledge, that pain, none of it mattered in the face of where I now lay: trapped before this stranger who owed me no loyalties and sought only to force answers from me that I could never give.

“Where are yuh from?” I wondered if the hint of a slur in his voice was from mere disinterest, or if he’d already begun numbing himself with some bottle stashed amidst the grime-streaked walls. “Not gonna tell me your name, either, I assume?” My jaw ground shut, gaze turning blindly to the dark ceiling above us. He offered no further warning before clicking another button to unleash the next rush of water. I managed to keep most of it from flooding my mouth, but the pressure forced enough up my nose to send me into another fit of strangled coughs.

“You’re with the Republic, yeah? Some kinda spy or something? What’s that fancy swamp planet…” He seemed to think it over for several seconds before remembering. “Naboo! You from Naboo?” Breath shattering between clattering teeth, I kept my attention turned pointedly away from him, clinging to some distant memory that it was better to remain silent during an interrogation; that even shouted curses yielded more easily to breaking than simply never speaking at all, and then I had to come to terms with that simple fact that that’s exactly what this was: an interrogation.

How long had it been since the gala? Was I still on the same planet? Was I on a planet at all? I didn’t want to acknowledge what the answers to those questions might mean; didn’t want to let myself listen for the rumble of engines or hum or air recyclers. It was easier not to know.

A tsk sounded from the man beside me, and I had to fight not to let my expression crumble beneath that fear.

“A’right.” I wanted to slap him for the disinterest in that breathy sigh, anger drawing my lips into a scowl. Again, there was no warning. A dark sack was pulled roughly over my face. I had just enough time to gasp before that water began to pour down. My chest bucked with violent fits, fighting to force some sliver of air through the endless onslaught, but it wouldn’t stop. Why wouldn’t it stop?

The was a moment when that determination first faltered beneath the weight of a panic no amount of logic could hope to supersede; a fleeting breadth of understanding just how alone I was, how little I meant, and how hopeless even the denial that forbade me from listening for engines truly was, because regardless my dreams and nightmares, regardless the sincerity of my intentions or the purpose I once believed drove me through moments when I wanted nothing more than to shatter, the simple reality was that death didn’t care and all I’d done would amount to nothing. There was no promise of one more chance, no reason swaying whether I lived or died, no thought beyond a bone-deep, primal terror, and not a damn thing I could do to change any of it.

Powerless, I laid beneath the flow of soured water, body thrashing uselessly as the man just stood there, watching; waiting. I couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, the sensation of that sack about my face constricting with each failed gasp overwhelmed every memory I’d ever made, forsook every imagined possibility of a future, dispelled whatever higher knowledge supposedly separated sentience from feral beasts, and I knew he was utterly impartial to all of it as my lungs burned, spine wrenching against restraints that offered no leeway. The weakness that crept up my limbs was a strange thing. I barely noticed it beneath the new form of darkness overtaking me, yet some whisper of frustration balked at how quickly my muscles began to fail, how deafening my heartbeat became as those frantic coughs faded beneath wet gurgles.

Still, there was some futile sense of denial, a disbelief promising me that he wouldn’t actually let me die; that this was merely some sick form of intimidation meant to break me, and I knew exactly how foolish that thought was as the water flooded my lungs.

Agony filled my chest, my head. Fire burned my sinuses and left my throat raw as my torso convulsed in violent coughs even as I strained for breath, begging my own body to grant me some small taste of air. It felt like waking; like I’d been asleep for ages, mind hazed beneath that fog of confusion.

“..ere yuh are… Come on back.” Was that voice familiar? I vaguely thought it shouldn’t be despite how my eyes automatically travelled toward it, unable yet to make out anything beyond a blurred shaped. “Can you tell me your name?” Were his words slurring, or was my hearing merely faltering beneath that disorientating weariness eager to drag me back into unconsciousness? I knew that question, though – it had long since become ingrained into my psyche from years of asking. What’s your name? What’s the date? Where are we, right now? Where…

My lips stumbled around an initial attempt at forming an answer but managed only a choked whimper beneath a hurt that left even strangled gasps crippling. That moment of physical hinderance was enough to grant the very beginnings of a clarity that threatened to break me as some distorted mockery of sensation slowly began to return; glimpses of soiled walls, the scent of putrid water, pain lancing through joints held fast about the hard surface beneath me, through flesh left raw and torn from how violently my body had struggled against restraints still binding my wrists and ankles, looped about my chest and stomach, and the fear that stole through me was like nothing I’d ever known.

In an instant, my heart began to race, the rhythm far too quick to not be a danger in itself, but I could spare no thought toward something so mundane as a heart attack as my every muscle began to convulse, the icy obstruction of adrenaline flooding my veins as logic and rationale faltered in the wake of memories.

“Damn… figured it’d figured take longer ‘en that.” He mumbled, and I froze at the bundle of still dripping cloth hanging from his hand, unable to either tear my gaze away nor stomach the sight of it. “‘ere’s how this works,” he started, utterly unmoved by how my body shied from him as he reached toward me with that cursed fabric. “Ain’t gotta go through any of that again if you don’t want to.” The way my every cell screamed against the feeling of that mask being pulled even halfway down my face left me thrashing anew, numb to any damage sustained from how desperately I found myself flailing against my bounds. “Just gotta answer my questions, an’ it all stops.”

There was no thought; no memory even of how to think as the first drops of water danced atop my forehead. My every muscle tightened, body wrenching away with more force than it could take. Something cracked. I didn’t feel it. My teeth ground together even as my jaw strained to open, to drag as much of that precious, stale air into my lungs as I could.

“Who are yuh working with?” Rage. There was no suffocating torrent of liquid. It was barely a splash, but he knew exactly how little work he needed to do to rend me into that hysterical frenzy that so effortlessly robbed me of all but my most ancient, primal instinct, and I loathed him for how quickly it worked, lips wrenching back into a snarl.

The next gush held none of that earlier restraint. Water filled my mouth and flooded my nose, instantly sending me into ragged, gagging coughs, body jerking in an effort to at least lean onto my side that I might rid my airway of that burning, frigid certainty of drowning.

“Who orchestrated the explosion?” I thought of the mercenary as another surge of water poured over me just long enough to leave me gasping.

How do I free him!

“Who was the target?” I don’t know if there were words in whatever scream I felt tearing through my throat, but he waited mere seconds, unmoved by my choked cries.

Tell me.

“Who placed the bombs?” His emotionless voice reverberated through the darkness, lifting the mask just clear of my lips after each question before dragging it back down in the wake of answers that left him wanting, and I could only flail atop that unyielding surface as he unleashed that frigid water again and again.

I thought of the hatred in my brother’s eyes as my mind flickered at the edges of suffocation.

“Who ordered the hit?”

Did I deserve this?

“Who’s behind the assassination attempt?”

Why didn’t he just kill me?

“Tell me who ordered the hit.”

Kill me.

“Who were you sent to kill?”

Kill me kill me kill me

“Who placed the bombs?”

His earlier boredom was beginning to turn impatient. My body barely managed to struggle anymore. Didn’t matter.

“Who ordered the hit?”

I wanted that darkness. Yearned for it… because anything was better than this endless torture, hours and seconds and years of drowning with no hope of it ever stopping, no sense of time, no sense of self.

“Who-”

The sudden flurry of sounds meant nothing. I’d long since lost any grasp on reality, more certain that I was already dead than I was that those harsh, broken wheezes voiced my own, failing attempts at breath. I don’t know when that sack had been removed nor what muttered pleas tumbled listlessly from numb lips. Flashes of grey and white armor held no meaning, nor did whispered words blaring through speakers, though I remembered some fleeting thought toward the futility of whispering into a mic.

Movement. It didn’t feel like that perceived sense of endlessly falling preceding loss of consciousness… It felt like… running? My eyelids bat against the illusion painted atop the black cloth I was so sure awaited me the instant I managed to truly see. It wasn’t until I tried to move that that madness returned. No restraints held my arms trapped behind me. No unyielding board pressed painfully into my back. I was held only by the arms looped beneath my knees and shoulders, and the instant I understood that, I fought with every hint of strength granted to me by that panic-induced insanity.

I couldn’t hear anything above the chorus of sudden shouts, focus trained solely on freeing myself of that near embrace. I’d barely begun to thrash before feeling the floor rise up to meet me, body instantly kicking out to distance myself from my captor until my heels slid useless atop muck-coated stone, doing nothing more than pressing my back more firmly into the wall behind me.

“…” Muffled words lost beneath the pounding of my heart and the rasp of air catching in too-moist lungs fluttering with hyperventilated breaths stolen between wet coughs. I tried to draw my arms between myself and the figure kneeling before me, but could barely convince my hands to twitch, flared fingers trembling mere inches above the ground.

“…! …ack! Come on, kid; come back!” His voice finally broke through that frenzy, and my eyes locked on his, every muscle freezing beyond that persistent shiver I couldn’t begin to quell. He seemed to hold his breath, waiting to see if I’d break again. My brows drew weakly together, thoughts too frantic to more than stare at him for several seconds.

“…W… Wol…” His shoulders sank at my stammered attempt to call his name.

“Right here, kid.” It was such a strange thing to hear the gentleness in his voice, but that lingering sense of wrong drew me further from the shattered recess of my mind, vaguely noting the four figures posted around us, and I didn’t need to see their helms to know who they were, that they had their weapons trained on the corridors stretching out at either side of me, ready to fire at the faintest hint of a threat. They’d found me… This was real… So, why couldn’t I free myself of that relentless fear, that deafening need to run, to find some dark corner and hide?

“I need to get you out of here.” He explained, words purposefully slowed in a way I should have taken offense to. In that moment, however, that slowness was the only reason I could make sense of them. Get out… They were going to get me out of here… but my body revolted from the very thought of letting him touch me again, of letting anyone touch…

“You can hold on to me, or I can carry you, but we can’t stay here.” I wanted to shout at that familiar, cold logic, the silent apology nestled in his hushed statement, frustration spiking at the weakness preventing my hands from clasping over my ears regardless how useless I knew the gesture to be.

“Hey – hey, look at me.” The guilt tainting his command made me want to scream even as my eyes automatically flicked back to his, some distant thought finally realizing he’d forgone protocol in favor of letting me see his face, helmet abandoned on the ground beside him. My name left his lips in a whisper, head ducking slightly to draw my unsteady gaze back toward him.

“We need to move.” My jaw tensed with curses and pleas and senseless shouts, despite my inability to hold enough breath to manage more than a stammered whimper, chest still seizing with half coughs from the phantom sensation of flooded lungs.

“Do you want me to sedate you?” He barely murmured the quiet offer, head ducking toward me. Did I… I thought of that blissful emptiness… that escape from this fear, from the pain of wounds I couldn’t remember sustaining, from the anger wrought by my own inability to force some semblance of control over myself, and, with a sob, I nodded. His expression darkened, but he said nothing as he returned the gesture.

“Close your eyes.” He whispered, and the tremble seizing through me redoubled, terror spiking at the threat of subjecting myself to that darkness. “You’re going to be alright, kid… Just close your eyes.” He promised… I’d never doubted him before… not like this… but how could I possibly believe him? I knew he could see how frightened I was, how lost I was in that fear; I knew he was counting every second wasted trying to guide me through this, how each of those seconds redoubled the risk of being caught, but he said nothing as I struggled to find myself through that panic, and he wasted no time when I finally managed to force my eyes shut.

The instant I felt the prick of needles, my body balked, managing to jump mere inches away, but his touch was already there, hand delicately catching my cheek as those fleeting reserves of strength abandoned me, muscles quickly going limp against him.

“Alright… I’ve got you… I’ve got you.” A final shiver darted down my spine as the warmth of his breath danced across my scalp, barely noting how carefully he eased me back into his arms, but the distant familiarity of finding myself nestled against him, of tasting his scent in my every stammered gasp even as I felt my mind begin to slip away was a comfort I clung to until even that faded.

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meowkusunoki · 28 days ago

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toa tsumigram analysis

@tsumigram

here's my "t2 toa is a different alter" propaganda. for simplicity's sake, i'll highlight what i think is trial 1 toa with green and not-trial-1 toa with orange. i will be calling the system as a whole toasys.

also, i don't know if this is common knowledge or if i'm digging up obscure lore but toa is a system

(we were being silly)

I can smile and throw a peace sign on the school photo, but I’m inexpressive and quiet, someone like this is a perfect listener, so others naturally give their secrets to me. You're all lucky that I easily forget them, because I couldn't care less, but it's fine, it's a fair trade — tell me anything, just don't ever leave me in solitude.*

Ahh, I hate being called weird. I don't care if people lie to me or use me; but I hate being ignored and pushed away. The truth is that, I don't hear what I'm saying; because my only purpose is to fill the silence, or because I’m so much, so much afraid, the reality grows unreachably distant…*

Q.15: Crowded or isolated places? Crowded. I don't like being alone.

*...actually, i also have a theory that memory report toa is a different alter. but i will get into it another day. either way i still have the Q15 answer on my side!!

so, from all this you'd expect that being isolated would cause toa a lot of distress right? but he seems perfectly calm. granted, he could be suppressing or just hiding his distress, but there comes a point where you're far past being able to do something like that.

It's not that my personality has changed. It's rather the circumstances that enabled another behavior of mine. It might be surprising, but I’m as multifaceted as any other human.

basically, what i think happened is that the stress of being isolated caused toasys to switch to an alter that's more aloof/uncaring. i think that's the alter that is narrating the unknown memory as well, but i'll get more into that later.

Oh, name? I'm Suzuki Toa. Uhh, I don't have much to say about myself, though. It's pretty awkward… talking about myself.

Toa: Ahh, is that so. I'm not good at talking about myself. It's pretty awkward… But, I'll do my best. I'm 15 years old and studying at school. Umm, what else? Oh, right, my name is Suzuki Toa I guess.

Toa Suzuki. 16 years old. I don’t have a lot of hobbies, and being called a “friend” annoys me. It’s nice of you to talk to me.

It's not that my personality has changed. It's rather the circumstances that enabled another behavior of mine. It might be surprising, but I’m as multifaceted as any other human.

toa has a hard time talking about himself, as he finds it awkward, but toa has no such qualms. also it's worth to note that his way of speaking is completely different. well-spoken and formal, meanwhile toa has a much more informal manner of speech, often going "uhh" or "umm" and saying "like".

Toa: The verdict… I don't know. Those voting options have so much personality in them. If I were to choose what describes me, it'd be a Bystander. Someone who is not even in the interaction…

If you consider me a Perpetrator, should I act like one? Is this what you’d like to see? Rest assured. I’m too much of a coward to do any real harm. …Did I say something wrong again?

toa seems much more accepting of the verdict. admittedly this one's kinda reachy but this is overanalyzing 6 lines of dialogue hours.

anyway, onto the unknown memories. i brought this up in the tags, but most characters' is in first person, except for a few: kouta, hotaru, hiiro, and toa. i've taken this to mean that the characters are dissociating to some degree, and with toa it's pretty explicit that it's one alter talking about another.

Let's introduce the main characters: a boy born in an unlucky place and a boy born in an even unluckier one. If you forget their names, please refer to the first page; though as for their stories, you have to figure them out on your own. Ah, you're late to the start. “Hey, I don't want to see someone pretty like this crying.” “But it's not that your appearance is the only thing that catches my attention.” “It's just the instant thought that came to my mind, to maybe comfort you a bit.” “Come on, don't look at me like this.” The older boy lets out a weak, lighthearted laugh, then stops smiling and stares to the side with a detached gaze.

… …Ah. I just noticed. In the end, it's not really my story, is it?

toa seems to not like this alter very much. i also don't think the toa talking here is the same as toa, as their manners of speaking are different, so that's why the text isn't green. i'll go into this if i make my "toa in the memories isn't the same as prisoner toa" propaganda post.

why do i think the toa in the unknown memory reports is toa?

first of all, it's only logical- they supposedly switched during the intermission, and that's when the unknown memories came out- but also because they have a similar, formal matter-of-fact way of speaking, and seem to have similar attitudes, that being direct, confident and disconnected from whatever toasys is going through. but again, this man has 6 lines of dialogue so i can't say that i'm an expert on his personality.

however, i don't think he is the alter who butts in during the t1 memory report, because

Please don't cry I'll stay with you

No matter how hard he tries to keep the focus on the one he's talking to, he's staring somewhere away, how disgraceful; no need to feel sorry for a person like this. Would you care about excuses if you were ignored?

I care It's not your fault I'll be here

Not enough time and energy to spend on you, you're not enough— Kindness scratching on the surface leaves you with no more than scratches.

the way they talk about whoever is fronting in the memories is very different.

#my post #tsumigram #tsumigram analysis #< going to start using that as a tag

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maraudereestauderelb · 2 months ago

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What are the Chances V (Troy Otto)

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"Y/N, this is stupid! Just stay here!" Leona exclaimed, shaking her head at her stubborn friend. "You can't go out in this!"

"I promised to hand the work schedule over to Jake and Jeremiah today," Y/N insisted, grabbing the papers from the table.

"But there's a storm, for God’s sake!"

"The house isn't far!" Y/N called over her shoulder, determination etched on her face. With that, she shoved the schedule into her pocket and stepped out of the trailer into the raging storm.

The wind whipped violently, and the rain lashed down, flooding the ranch in minutes. Thunder rolled ominously over the mountains, the air thick with electric tension. She sprinted as quickly as possible, her jacket barely doing anything to protect her from the onslaught of rain. The paper in her pocket felt soggy already, but she had to deliver it.

As she neared the small hill leading up to the Otto farmhouse, Y/N slipped in the mud, her hands sinking into the earth as she caught herself. By the time she reached the front door, she was soaked and covered in dirt. She knocked, praying someone would hear over the thunder.

To her relief, Jeremiah opened the door, his eyes wide in shock. "Get in here, kid!" he barked over the howling wind.

Y/N stumbled inside, dripping mud and water all over the floor. “I just—" she panted, catching her breath, "wanted to bring the schedule over like I promised.” She pulled the wet paper from her pocket, still legible despite the rain, and handed it over. "It’ll dry."

Jeremiah stared at her in disbelief. “You do realize there’s a storm going on outside, right?”

She felt her cheeks heat up. "Yeah, but… I promised. So here it is."

Jeremiah’s expression softened, a hint of impressed amusement flickering in his eyes. “Well, you’ve got grit, I’ll give you that.” He eyed her mud-covered clothes, clearly debating something before he spoke again. “No way you’re heading back out there like that. Take a shower, kid. Put on some dry clothes or you’ll catch your death.”

“I really don’t—" she started, but Jeremiah cut her off with a gruff wave.

“I insist. I’ve got some old clothes that’ll fit you fine. Go on, I’ll show you to the bathroom.”

Reluctantly, Y/N followed him down the hall, and soon found herself under the blissful stream of hot water. It had been so long since she’d had a real shower, and the warmth made her realize just how tired her body had been. She washed away the mud and tension, letting the steam wrap around her like a blanket.

The clothes Jeremiah had given her—a simple blouse and jeans—were a bit old-fashioned, but they fit well enough. As she stepped out of the bathroom, towel-drying her hair, she felt like a new person. She stuffed her muddy clothes into a plastic bag, grateful now that Jeremiah had insisted on the shower.

She wandered back into the living room to thank him and say goodbye before heading back to the trailer. The storm seemed to have calmed a bit, but the rain still drummed heavily against the windows. “Jeremiah?” she called, glancing around the empty room.

He wasn’t there, but something else caught her eye—Troy’s notebook, lying casually on the coffee table. Her curiosity flared. He never let it out of his sight. How often had she wondered what he wrote in there?

Y/N knew she shouldn’t. She knew it was a bad idea. But the temptation was too strong. She stepped further into the room, listening carefully for footsteps. Then, with a quick glance over her shoulder, she flipped open the notebook.

Her heart skipped a beat as she scanned the pages. Her name popped up again and again. Page after page. He’d been writing about her.

Just as she leaned closer to read the latest entry, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. She snapped the notebook shut and hid it behind her back, spinning around just as Troy walked into the room.

"What are you doin’ here?" he asked, his voice tense, his eyes narrowing at her.

Panic surged through her veins. She knew she was caught. "Uh… your father was kind enough to let me use your shower," she stammered, feeling her pulse race.

Troy crossed his arms, his eyes suspicious. “And where’d you get those clothes?”

“Your dad gave them to me,” she replied, trying to sound casual, though her heart was pounding in her chest.

"Uh-huh. Still doesn’t explain what you're doin’gin the living room." He stepped closer, eyes zeroing in on the object she was hiding behind her back. "What’ve you got there?"

"Nothing," she lied, but her voice faltered.

“For Christ's sake, Y/N. Show me what you're hiding!" His voice rose, anger flashing in his blue eyes.

Y/N sighed, knowing there was no point in lying further. Slowly, she revealed the notebook.

Troy’s face darkened with fury. “You were reading my journal?” He snatched it from her hands. "Troy, I swear I didn’t read—"

"Don’t lie to me!" he yelled, his voice booming with rage. "You really think I’m gonna believe that?"

Her breath caught in her throat as he loomed over her, eyes blazing. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—"

"I don’t give a damn if you’re sorry," he growled, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. "Get out."

Her heart raced, but instead of fear, something else stirred within her—a strange, unexplainable pull. “Troy… why do you write so much about me?”

Troy’s eyes widened, his anger faltering for a split second. "What?" he asked, almost incredulous.

"You… you write about me," she repeated softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He scoffed, trying to cover his surprise with a dry laugh. "You think that means somethin’? I’m just keeping an eye on you. You’re new here, and someone’s got to watch out for the newbies, especially ones sticking their noses where they don’t belong."

His words stung, dragging her down. Why had she even cared? Why did it matter to her? She didn’t even like him. But before she could respond, Troy stepped closer, scanning her from head to toe with a look that made her skin prickle.

"You’re just trying to get special treatment. And apparently," he glanced at her clothes, "it’s working."

"I didn’t ask for this!" she snapped back, her voice rising. "It’s not like I care what you think."

But before she could continue, Troy closed the distance between them, his lips crashing against hers with a sudden force that stole her breath. The kiss was rough, desperate, and for a moment, Y/N was frozen in shock.

But then, against all logic, she found herself kissing him back.

It made no sense—this was Troy—and yet, everything about it felt right. The way his hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer. The way their lips moved together, soft but urgent, sending electric jolts through her body.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless and flushed, Y/N’s mind raced, trying to process what had just happened.

"I… I should probably go," she whispered, her voice shaking, as she quickly turned to leave, her heart pounding for reasons she couldn’t understand. What the hell had just happened?

Part VI

#daniel sharman #imagine #fanfiction #troy otto #fear the walking dead #troy otto x reader #what are the chances

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omgkalyppso · 1 year ago

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I posted this before but deleted it both because I was embarrassed and because I was worried I'd severely fucked up Astarion's age for the nth time, originally referenced from This Post. But I've seen many more analyses and I think it's right. I think it is. Anyway!

EDIT: I DID GET HIS AGE WRONG because that is the post I meant to reference. But I'm not fixing it. 232.

I was tagged by @luinen-bluewater to complete this far simpler ship meme: otp, ot3/4.

Here is the template I actually used: ot3. Here's the otp version.

I'll tag a few people to complete any of the templates referenced: Luinen, @the-eldritch-it-gay, @vlwv, @tadpole-apocalypse, @boghermit, @lemonbronze, @littleplasticrat and YOU.

I'll put the above image chopped up below the cut so it's easier viewing for the curious. And I'll ramble a bit more (bg3 spoilers, discussion of vampirism and character deaths).

In my headcanons, Astarion neither remains a spawn nor becomes the Vampire Ascendant, he becomes a vampire, and some hundreds of years later he turns Étoile to a vampire as well (this post / these headcanons need reviewing after the epilogue changes with the Crown, but we'll see).

With this in mind, I was thinking of Halsin being the longest of their lovers and how Étoile could possibly handle his death:

Étoile and Astarion occupied on some adventure / business or other, and when they return, an unaffected or perhaps impatient messenger has come to deliver news of Halsin's death. And it is so long after the others of their relevant, initial, adventuring party has passed (or maybe not. Lae'zel is a wild card (no aging on the astral plane)). Still, i can imagine one of them snapping. I think it's more interesting if it's Étoile, saying aloud that the messenger is mistaken, that surely the message is that Halsin's ill and is calling to see them a final time — Astarion's near shouting in embarrassment and worry, telling the messenger to go, calling Étoile's name, grabbing their arm until Étoile says loudly that they heard them. They heard what they said. And also sends the poor messenger away.

But then I started considering an alternative which I felt was ooc for Halsin from the base game but which I think is more possible / within the scope of his character after the addition of the epilogue. Reminder that Étoile is a paladin of the neutral evil goddess Auril, started bg3 as neutral good but whom I consider neutral evil, and is an Oathbreaker by the end of their adventure:

Halsin at like 820 or older, life expectancy 700-1000, veering wildly between peace with the natural order of things and intense discomfort with things that feel unfinished, the way they always do. And sometime with Étoile leaned against his chest he speaks of Silvanus, the Oakfather, of children and elders in all families of creatures have come and gone, of how his druidic order has changed more slowly than a tree spreads its roots, and how never in all that time did Étoile ask him to abandon his god and his (god's) comfort for the sake of vampirism and eternity. Fondly, expecting Halsin to imagine it an irritation after his speech, Étoile recalls that Astarion did, three hundred or so years ago. Étoile points out that they know the comfort they found in their worship, and they would never have sought to steal that from him (Halsin). To be a vampire is unnatural, lost to his Oakfather. Halsin points out that he has felt that Étoile has wanted to ask before, even if it has always remained unsaid, in the emptiness in their chest (lack of heartbeat), in the slant of their mouth when his (Halsin's) movement is broken with age, in how they've (Étoile has) breathed in his silver hair the more it's overcome him, something that felt respectful once, but now he's past where his end should have been, and the temptation of rekindling old strengths, the hope of another thousand years, through vampirism, shames him (Halsin) greatly. The selfishness of an old mind. Why wouldn't it have felt like a possibility a hundred years ago, two hundred, more? How could he dare to think of continuing a protection of his forest, of caring for his kin, if he lost all connection to them, and even fears what makes them the same in their morality so much that he would dare forsake it. If he was going to lose his faith, why wouldn't he have done so when he was younger and different, except that he was stronger then, in body and in mind. And yet what difference would there be, feasting upon the wild in the woods? And Étoile would be blunt about the differences, and about how there are even laws now, that they helped put in place. "They" could punish them both greatly for this, but the transformation itself would be their shared shame. He could be their first spawn, and perhaps their only, but if he wanted this now — that it was no corruption of age, just a changed heart. And they would happily accept him into their home if all beasts and men turned from him as a decree from his Oakfather -- but he would have to be sure, because the fallout could be immeasurable. Étoile would try to do it permissably, but they would turn Halsin in secret, if need be. And what if "they" were like. fucking no???? and to ensure you don't do this thing we're going to keep you sealed, either in an area or in a fucking coffin until your druid has passed. (Astarion would lose his fucking mind.)

Abbreviated:

Halsin: what if i've lived long enough to see myself become the villain. Étoile: well my ship has sailed, and you know, if i meet you in hell then it's not hell

I think though that Halsin's village would have warm, clean shelters under the ground, just below the surface as if to shelter from storms, but well-used and familiar to vampires after years of shared knowledge and resources. They'd be glad to claim him.

OH! And Étoile's birthday is Oct 20th (their date of creation during early access was Oct 20 2020), I gave Astarion Sept 22nd (first day of autumn), and Halsin May 13th (he seems like a Taurus and I figured he'd be worn and irksome about having a birthday that often falls on a day associated with bad luck (Friday the 13th)).

#long post #oc tag: étoile #halsin bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers

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jestersdlc · 8 months ago

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Okey doki loki! I'm feelin rambling so imma just do one of my silly nonesense rambles (....they aren't exactly nonesense but they are....chaos as a few people have seen......Qwill.....you have seen them, last time was about Smoon's faces and design/functionality nonesense... :3)

Technicalllyyyyyyy SolarMoon related, to a degree cause its a what if on SolarMoon (and SunEclipse but princess and the pauper cause it is subjectively the best barbie movie :3 (that is but my biased opinion tho))

@brekwrites did her own spiel on the idea first and went into ideas for an au of that so you can find that here! (Hope you don't mind the tag!! >_<)

And I coullllldddddddd ramble on my own takes for some stuff but...she did good on that there, instead imma ramble more design and mechanism stuff cause ITS FUNKY and even if I may not have the best technical knowledge to back me up I can have fun rambling nonesense at least! ^-^ (...and silly doods it seems)

SO!

I'll be focusing on Moon for the sake of convenience atm (and cause I think he would make a very pretty Prince ^-^ but that's neither her nor now)

Animatronics as we know them and as depicted in FNAF SB and TSAMS would not be plausible in the realm of the Princess and the Pauper

YESS you can call bs and say 'magic and for the sake of convenience automatons to their level of function exist but everything else is old fashioned' blehhhhhhh jargon and nonesense be upon thee, phooey no we already have to pull the magic card for their artificial intelligence as they should not have the mental capacity that they do otherwise at that time!

And for clarities sake (which their may be little to cause my brain is functionally chaos in this state, apologies!) the original book the movie is based on is set in the early/mid 19th century, unfortunate as my own knowledge is tied more to the 18th century...but I will be trying my best nonetheless!

Starting off the bat, Automatons did in fact exist back then, although not common place and limited still...but this can be pushed to them being higher functioning beings for the sake of fiction (but still limited in design compared to canon!)

Things like puppets and doll's were far more commonplace however! So I will be taking inspiration in this ramble from them

They would likely be made of varying materials (likely tied in to status! But with special cosmetics and they can pass as a different class (for the sake of the princess and the pauper switching places this is important to note!)

Porcelain would likely be the highest class level for automatons, likely with embellishments of precious metals adorning them, followed by metals (precious metals would be less often used as a full automaton do to its general weakness and malleability, Porcelain itself being weaker as well and seen as more 'delicate) and stronger metals would be used on any automatons that are generally bulkier and middle class individuals (....Solar and Monty would be fitting of being Metal based automatons, Solar perhaps being made with middle grade metals with smaller embellishments of nicer quality metals while Monty would be lower grade tougher quality metals.)

Moon himself would be porcelain with small precious metals embellishing him as the Prince.

Eclipse I think would be made of more precious metals and some tougher ones (as stated automatons likely arent often purely precious metals but he would likely have MORE precious metal embellishing him then Solar or even perhaps Moon (But would have in turn have limited if no porcelain features himself!)

And the lowest class an Automaton can be is wood, Weaker then metals and porcelain, more likely to become damaged and worn, frequently needing to be replaced.

Sun would be a wooden automaton. (This adds onto Brek's idea of Sun being the pauper and Monty fixing him up as Wood automatons can be very easily damaged and say he was caught up in something like a fire, that would normally be a death sentence to a wooden automaton especially as a lower class individual if not for Monty.

(And additionally I think Ruin would be of middle grade metals, maybe a touch of porcelain to their face? same or similiae for Earth and Lunar :3 and the bm twins would likely be wood or wood and some lower stronger grade metals)

I GOT SIDETRACKED

Ahem, materials aside....

For all automatons their inner workings would likely be mostly comprised of metals mechanisms, but! I think some would possibly also have inner workings similiar to ball pointed dolls, thick elastics holding the joints together (likely rubber! Tho rubber use on them would be limited as rubber was not popularized till late 19th century!)

This feature would likely be especially prominent in features like the Solar themed automatons Rays, all their hands (especially for Moon I think it better fits porcelain automatons best for the hands, daintier movements possible to add to the ability to follow etiquette tied to class!) and other features like Monty's tail.

Features like a music box would also be common, especially in higher class automatons (like how people like kids to have music lessons and have musical skills.....this seems more common for higher classes as well....) Lower class automatons having music boxes is rare (Sun is a rarity then for his ability to sing so well, with the help of his music box! :3)

Their heads would like be more rounded, maybe fully rounded but they could debatably be disks still (just rounded to have softer features and the necks be more a kin to a dolls ball jointed necks?)

Emoting capabilities would be more limited as well, they can likely blink and even look side to side as some dolls and puppets can have that capability! but their eyes would likely be more rounded as well, most commonly glass (some can be embellished with gems as well as an option but ehhhhhhhhh ruby eyes....)

I would expect their mouth to be more limited to open and close like a puppets as well, I'm sure there COULD be a way to produce a wide range of expressions then that but I like to think they more often rely on overall body language and tone due to limited emoting capabilities.

I don't really have much more I can think of atm otherwise asides that Moon could theoretically keep his hat in a design because they don't have hair but something a kin to his nightcap can be used in replacement of hair and work as a 'ponytail' of sorts!

RIGHT THE THING, the special cosmetics note thing, cosmetics are fairly common thing to show class and used to heighten the beauty of porcelain dolls especially, so it would likely be possible to spruce oneself up when seeing others of a higher status such as appearing as if you are made of higher quality materials then you are as an automaton (this means Sun COULD use cosmetics to give him the appearance as Moon and Moon could use them to downgrade his own appearance to look wooden instead of porcelain for their switch, so long as they stay dry this will be no problem!)

First and second go silly lil attempt at Prince Moon the automaton! He's very....puppet-y which is neat (the clothes are also 18th century not 19th cause I was lazy and didnt wanna look stuff up >_<) and the round bits on his face are cheeks not ears! Think of the normal dca type models modelled cheeks!

Moon: Solar you don't get it, I'm not marrying him

Solar: *Tired* It's the King's choice Moon.

Just wanted an excuse to draw Moon lookin Grumpy and a slapped together attempt at Solar, I don't really draw automatons...and Designs would vary more based on materials then this I'm sure >_<

Buttttt these are just for the sillies!

#jcrambles #tsams #vague solarmoon?#im moreso rambling about silly design stuff really >_<#jester draws #lil silly doods

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sgt-scottymoreau · 3 months ago

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OCs as colours

Tagged by @cloudofbutterflies92 ❤️

Scotty 🌷

Sunflower Yellow Hello :] I have a feeling that you might enjoy using little faces like that, so I will, too! You've likely had a bit of a rough life, even if you don't share that with others too often, or if you do, it's so other people know they're not alone. That's admirable, but it's also good to talk about the things that trouble you for your own sake, as well. I know that you're strong, and you should be proud of yourself for how far you've come, but don't forget that it's also okay to step back for a bit, that it's okay if you're not put together. Regardless, you're someone that people tend to find comfort in, and you're a good, cheerful person to be around. It's a bit hard to come across someone like you nowadays- be proud of yourself, and if anyone tries to tell you that you're wrong for enjoying the small joys in life, just be happy that it's obvious you're truly living life.

All I have to say, pretty spot on!

Henri 🛩️

Orange You'll have to let go of it someday, you know that, don't you? Don't be afraid of that. It's something that has to happen, just as troubles will be forgiven, actions will be remembered, and just as the time will pass regardless of whether you are taking a step forward, or back. You've got a strong personality, and I admire you for that, along with your lack of hesitation when finding an answer for yourself and for what you want to do. Knowing what you want in life is very important, and although it's good that you know that, it's also important to consider what other people want in life, too. You're bright, and you're fiery, and emotions are something that you feel a bit too much of sometimes, but I understand. Don't lose yourself in the path of moving forward, or you'll end up right back at the start.

Without saying too much because I plan on writing his story, but let me say that some part resonate a lot with him in his younger days. Especially the second to last sentence. The first one tho? It is everything! He has to let go of many things.

Johan 🍺

Burgundy Red You're very passionate, maybe passionate in the way of people, maybe passionate in the way of a goal, of a love, of a desire- it doesn't matter that much. You're strong-minded, self-sufficient, and people admire you, perhaps for different reasons, depending on what parts of yourself are true or not. Are you done running from what you don't like? It's okay, to be afraid. Fear is normal, it's what makes someone human, what makes someone real, but that doesn't mean that you can avoid everything. Someday your grief of your old self will find you in the middle of a summer day and ask you if you've forgiven it yet, and you will have to find an answer.

I'll be honest I'm still working on him here and there because, he is mainly a side character in the grand scheme of Scotty's life, but it's fun to try things for him. So, I could use this to develop him more :)

#tag game #call of duty oc #cod oc #oc:camille scotty moreau #oc:henri moreau #oc:johan de keyser

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antimony-medusa · 11 months ago

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starting off this reply by saying you're way more coherent than I'll ever be and you've managed to sum up all the main points my silly anon vent post made and more.

my hatred of dadza assignments is less going after people minding their own business but more the people making their theories everyone's business through character critique threads. i was tired of people attacking cPhil not being an all-seeing all-knowing paternal therapist for far too many people on the old server who were going through their sad cubito arcs (when at most he was an acquaintance), and I'm slightly horrified watching qPhil being attacked/ mischaracterised to fit the same narrative in the exact same way right now on a completely separate server. i could copy and paste arguments used against innitwt fans who went too far then and apply it to qsmptwt fans who are going too far now, qPhil hasn't been assigned the abusive/absent side character in many qsmp fanfics just yet but time and flat circle etc etc

honestly it sucks because during purgatory the BOLAS cult/family fan reaction was fun! and maybe it was because it was in it's early stages or creators weren't focusing on their angst-filled individual lore at the time but people were (mostly) making dark cannibalistic AUs and art and just exploring potential dynamics, instead of assuming fanon=canon and delving into the very familiar 3 stages you mentioned (wiki writers being a notable exception as per usual)

point C is just describing how twitter works, most stans think that if they make enough noise their chosen creator or entire fandom will bend to their will. as Tubbo said it's not that deep

Yeah! Yeah I am in full agreement here. I ended up deleting my response to that post cause I felt like I'd gotten too far off track for the question, but I think it escaped containment first, so, hello. Continued conversation. :D To be clear, I didn't think you were out of line at all, you just hit me in a moment where I'd been doing some reflections about what I post, and I'm personally trying to remind myself to not go out here posting stuff like "shipping is the only moral way to do fandom, family dynamic is BAD", because if I think about it for more than a second that's an absurd thing to say, and it's not helpful. We're all being kind of weird here, family dynamic is not too far out of line when we're talking about Things To Headcanon With Cubitos.

However, I DO think there's an issue in the fandom with people telling themselves that shipping = bad but family dynamic = good, and then doing everything that shipping wars lead into, including demonizing other characters for the sake of their ship family dynamic, and throwing characterization and canon out the window for the sake of their ship family dynamic. And then they put it on the wiki. Seeing people take non-canon family dynamics and then write character crit analysis moments about how people are reacting badly within it is aughghghghghghghhghghghghgh <I am become that person falling down a minecraft chimney again. But then again, I am never a fan of character crit moments in the first place, I am more a person who sits at my screen like "ooo, more war crimes? is it my birthday?" I am a fan of the murder war crimes guy, why are you writing serious posts on my dash about how he's a bad person because he's not emotionally available to his daughter (editor's note: they don't mean his real daughter, they mean a grown woman doing a bit). I see character crit posts and immediately start taking -1hp poison damage per round.

Yeah as someone who DID enjoy BOLAS in purgatory, most of the bolas tag on Ao3 is not written in such a way that I'd enjoy it, I like those guys as a found family slash cult, not as a bio family, heaven's sake. These are guys making up rituals in a death game, the way I see it, not a fluffy OR angsty family. However there are still a FEW people writing bolas in a fun way that's fun to me (check out response to danger by insomniawillow if you are open to some more e-rated concepts and writing), so I'm not entirely ready to go full blocked tags on it.

Mostly after so long in the dadza mines in the DSMP I'm just tearfully going "please, please, can we talk about the real guy as an adult and a peer, not as a dad, look he has his own kids you can talk about now, can he be a peer to the other streamers, please" and then I break down weeping piteously. It's fun times seeing what twitter is doing, I'll tell you.

#anon #ask

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somahind · 1 year ago

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Tag ppl you wanna know betteeer

Tagged by: @zendoe . thank you for tagging me, I followed you because I inherently trust deer furries

Last song: the last album I listened through was The Hot Rock by Sleater-Kinney, so it'd be A Quarter To Three. love that one.

Favorite Color: red red red. Earlier in the year I catalogued my favorite shades of red, and found that the average of them was #B0303A.

Currently Watching: Fionna and Cake. I'm 6 episodes in, and so far it's managing the tonal balancing act that makes seasons 5-7 of Adventure Time so good. I just wrapped up the last Patlabor OVAs with my girlfriend yesterday, so we're in between shows now. Though we have been occasionally putting on episodes of Bang Dream MyGO per a friend's "dude trust me" recommendation. It is a generic high school idol anime except it's about a female manipulator picking up the pieces of a friend group that imploded and inadvertently reigniting all of their old drama in her attempt to start a band. If the show was yuribaiting a little harder I'd be obsessed, but where it stands it's a fun social mess.

Last Movie: Patlabor 2. Really challenging movie, and not for the reasons I was expecting. Oshii's criticisms of the JSDF's scope and Japan's place in the neoliberal order are delivered quite straightforwardly, it's the atmosphere that's so melancholy and complicated. I spent most of the year going through the Patlabor TV show and OVAs and falling in love with them, and this is a movie about moving on from all of that. The bubble economy is over, the cold war has ended, SV2 has scattered to the wind, the artstyle has gotten more serious, and Noa explicitly states that she no longer wants to be the mecha otaku girl she once was. It's probably a great standalone watch, but it really got to me because of its willingness as a sequel to say goodbye for the sake of looking forward, even if only uncertainty lies ahead.

Currently Reading: ��the patlabor manga. A bit dry compared to the show or movies, but I'm milking this franchise for everything it's got. The last book I read was Light From Uncommon Stars, which has an extremely well-executed main narrative about trans survivor's guilt alongside a terrible B-plot that fails to mesh thematically at all. Very uneven book, but the good stuff is real potent and I'll definitely read whatever Ryka Aoki cooks up next.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet

Relationship status: Partnered and living a domestic yuri 4koma

Current Obsessions: I mean, in case you couldn't tell it's been Patlabor, but I'm finally reaching the tail end of that. I've been on a mecha kick all year, and that includes little gunpla guys gradually taking over the apartment. In a broader sense I'm becoming more at peace with being a huge weeb, and that's shifted my recent media consumption very strongly in that direction, which will probably even out over time.

Last googled: Some doxxable info about trying to schedule flu shots. Before that, "sidney powell kraken" after reading a news article and trying to remember what the fuck was going on there.

Currently working on: preparing for the end of the year! My yearly creative projects are assembling a Christmas album with my old college friends and writing 10 or so pieces for my anime side blog @floatingcatacombs, which go up in mid-December. I've also been messing around with GameMaker again, a intermittent hobby for most of my life even if I have little to show for it. Maybe this time!

I'll tag my oldest mutuals who I've never talked to: @magicians-rad @bl0ndle . and also some pals who have recently joined the site @dudettastone and @bluemouseblackpad . Obviously feel free to ignore if you don't want to do it

#thanks again for the tag #I don't know if I've ever done one of these before #though they are still nostalgic

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cadybear420 · 10 months ago

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Your ranking (lowest/highest) of hss books??

I'm planning a longer post for this but here's my short version:

6th Place: HSS:CA 2

The election plotline in this one was broken beyond all belief. Like, "trash the whole thing and start over from scratch" broken beyond all belief. It completely shoots itself in the foot with having Rory and Twin preach about how MC shouldn't feel pulled in two directions only for the conflict resolution to rely on MC choosing between the two of them, and the conflict turning point relies entirely on the whole school acting like a hivemind of five-year-olds over Lorenzo "saving" a kitten, which could only be resolved by the Greenhouse Ex Machina.

If there's any redeeming qualities it's that when it wasn't focusing on that stupid election bullshit, it did help the friend group grow on me more after finding them mostly unremarkable in Book 1, most especially so with Ajay.

5th Place: HSS:CA 3

This one should be the higher ranking of the HSS:CA books, as it's the more pleasant, competent, and exciting of the trilogy. Its main storyline actually had some semblance of structure, and it didn't make me annoyed with everyone else. But it's hard to get past how painfully nostalgia-baity the OG HSS characters' cameos were. A plot about the OG and CA gangs putting on a musical together and going to London together is something I want to like! Yet even when the OG characters are a part of the theatre production, they're still useless as all fuck and do nothing more than just tag along. They even admit in the story that they're only joining the musical to go on the London trip.

And what makes it really hurt is that this book is supposed to be the big grand finale to the HSS franchise as a whole. Yet the OG characters get such a cheap soulless sendoff, both in regards to the final chapter and the book as a whole. Yeah, this and LOA 2 have got to be the worst most inconclusive series finales in all of Choices.

4th Place: HSS:CA 1

Even though CA 3 is what I called the more pleasant of the bunch, CA 1 is probably the one that bothered me the least. I mean, Book 2 was just contrived drama for the sake of drama and Book 3's treatment of the OG characters is the equivalent to jangling plastic keys in front of a toddler. Book 1's problems are mainly just how forced Rory was, and how meanspirited the whole sabotage drama felt with the other theatre kids instantly believing that they were the culprit and cruelly ostracizing them for days on end, and then not even apologizing when their name is cleared. It was aggravating, but it wasn't outright insulting I guess.

Other than that, the story is pretty straightforward. Though it was hard to adjust to the new MC and cast, especially with seeing the OG MC around as a NPC. I'll be honest, there wasn't really much purpose for switching MCs this time around.

3rd Place: OG HSS: 3

While still great in its own right, it was definitely the weakest of the OG trilogy. I feel like they made a bit too much of a deal of Max and Kara wanting to be prom king and queen and threatening MC's prom campaign. The LIs don't really have much of a role in this book also and while they did come pretty far from how they were in Book 1, I'd have liked to see more.

That being said, it's still strong in other areas. The general conflict between Berry and Hearst and MC's tryouts felt pretty natural, and I liked that we could make MC a jerk and face consequences for it. It's also really nice being official with your LI and all the little moments such as the promposal, the love confessions, etc.

2nd Place: OG HSS 2

Isa taking over Berry was a great way to up the stakes. We get a bit of mystery and suspense, and all in all it's a pretty solid story. It especially hits hard if you're romancing Aiden, in which case it makes you want to kill Isa even more.

The only thing I didn't like is band and cheer turning against the basketball team. I understand why they did it, but seeing as I generally prefer playing a jock MC, it was very painful seeing them (Aiden included in the next chapter) turn against the wrong enemy.

1st Place: OG HSS 1

It's a pretty simple and straightforward story, but it establishes the exciting and escapist atmosphere really well. The different conflicts you're involved in based on your activity choice, getting to know all the different characters and their struggles, the yearbook photos. It's very iconic and makes its mark as establishing HSS in Choices. And there's very little I'd criticize about it aside from mostly nitpicky things or general Choices problems.

#choices stories you play #choices #choices game #choices stories we play fandom #choices stories we play #high school story #hss #choices hss #choices hss:ca #hss: class act #hss:ca #choices high school story: class act #high school story: class act #hss class act #high school story class act

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mania-sama · 11 months ago

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If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them?

Thanks if you want to answer.....

Hello! Thank you so much for sending in an ask, this is so exciting!! I would LOVE to answer this question!!

I've grown and changed a lot over the years since I began writing fanfiction when I was like, ten years old. Some of the fics I'm going to list aren't objectively well-written or my best work thus far, but they still have a special place in my heart for whatever reason. This question is so fun and I actually think about this all of the time. A lot of my most popular fics are ones that I'm not particularly proud of myself, so I'll gladly take the opportunity to talk about the ones I do like!!

In no particular order:

rule #8 - otherside [Bungou Stray Dogs] -> I wrote this for my Whumptober prompt series (which currently makes up a HUGE chunk of my works right now lmao). The reason I like this so much is mainly because I really enjoyed writing it. I've always wanted to write a fic where a character's mouth gets stitched shut, but I never got / found the opportunity to do so. Then Whumptober came around. I think I executed it well enough, especially since I chose Akutagawa, who struggles with breathing on a good day. If I get to grind my favorite characters through the Whump Machine, then I'm always very happy. I guess I just like this specific trope leaps and bounds better than all of the other ones? X

with every line, a comedy [Genshin Impact] -> I had a lot of fun writing this one, too. I got to explore PTSD in a way I'd never had before, going through the eyes of someone entirely disconnected from the traumatic event but knows the person being affected by it. It's my longest completed work, too; I write mainly short one-shots, around 1-4k words on average. This was a bigger project for me, and the first long-fic I've ever finished. I also used one of my favorite albums for the fic and chapter titles, so every time I listen to the songs, I think of this fic. I just. Really love this fic. X

Dear Kaeya, Signed Diluc Ragnvindr [Genshin Impact] -> I like this fic a lot because it's stylized very differently from everything else I've written. While not being an x reader, it is technically in second person, like I, the narrator, am talking to the reader. It's written in that same "talking" way, too. So I don't use any dialogue tags or anything like that. That is all for the second portion of the fic, though. The first half is made up entirely of letters the Diluc is sending to his adopted brother. I don't write him writing the letters, it's just the letters themselves. You read it like he's talking to you, in a sense, but the reader knows it's directed at Kaeya. It was a very fun and cool way to explore a new writing convention. X

the difference between hurt and injured [Genshin Impact] -> Lots of Genshin, I know, but this was when I was starting to fully fledge as a writer. A lot of my gradual progress can be seen through these fics, and this is a really good one to use as a comparison. This is my first attempt at much more serious writing, I think. It's longer than anything I had written at the time, sitting at a nice 20k words I wrote in the span of a few days. In general, it has a lot of things I really wanted to write about: the failures of the foster care system, complex / failing relationships, and the consequences of failing to act. The title comes from something an old softball coach would say, and I hated it but I could never get it out of my head. So I used it to title the fic, and it relates very well to what happens in the fic. Diluc is the "hurt" portion; he's fine, really, but his stubbornness makes him think his wounds are still bleeding. Venti, twelve years old in this for the sake of the AU, is "injured"; he is not fine. His wounds are bleeding, and he's doing the best he can to patch it up before he bleeds out, but more keep opening and he doesn't know what to do. X

rule #13 - waterfall [Jujutsu Kaisen] -> I like this fic because of the idea, more than anything. I have a very specific image of Megumi falling into a coma after Itadori saves his soul from Sukuna. If I could write this fic a million different times, I would. I simply love this vision. I also got to talk about literature, because Itadori is reading books to Megumi. Another idea I love that I got to convey through this fic is the idea of souls being separated from their comatose bodies. It provides an interesting take on being caught between life and death. I won't lie, I was probably inspired by one of my favorite fics of all time, When I Awake. But I also think it comes from a series I read when I was younger, the Serafina series. In the last book, the main character's body gets split into three different parts: flesh, spirit, and animal. Very interesting, and I think it's stuck with me for all of these years. X

rule #17 - two sides [Genshin Impact] -> Another case of finding a new writing convention. I wanted to focus more on external and internal dialogue to be the main contributors to the story, though I'm not sure how well I achieved this goal. It's crime-focused, and I wanted to slowly reveal the information rather than it being outright known off the bat. I wanted to put these characters who obviously know and trust each other very well into a situation where all of that shatters, where one is at the complete mercy of the other's decision, where both of them are suffering from the same crime, but one of them is the suspect of that crime and the other is the main investigator. SO much fun!! X

rule #26 - gideon [Bungou Stray Dogs] -> This one I debated heavily on adding, but I'm going ahead with it anyway because I happened to realize I really, really love this one. It's just Atsushi and his backstory, but if there were no abilities. He escapes, and Chuuya and Dazai happen upon him on the road. It's simplistic in comparison to some of the others on this list I think, but I love Atsushi and I love his horribly messed-up backstory with all my heart. Along these veins, I'm going to put rule #31 - calamity [X] as an honorable mention. Another horribly messed up backstory where Atsushi stars as the tortured main character, and I happened to really enjoy writing and thinking about it. The final honorable mention is rule #15 - four aces [X] where I toy with Dazai's character, and what it would mean for him to have finally defeated Fyodor. X

Again, thank you so much for asking!! Most of my works are on Ao3, so if you're curious to read more, I have a lot there! Much love <3

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #ao3 writer #archive of our own #fanfictions #answered asks #genshin impact #jujutsu kaisen #bungou stray dogs #jjk fic #genshin fic #bsd fic #bsd #jjk #genshin

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cherry-froggie · 2 years ago

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the masked warrior — chapter 4

pairing — childe x f!reader

summary — Having to live by draining other people’s blood to pay your debt was already a burden to your heart, but you let your mask fall in front of the ones that were hungry to know your identity and take advantage of it. Even worse, it was one of the most distinguished Fatui Harbingers, the Snezhnayan organization you owed and killed to pay the debt. With him appearing on your balcony to offer a big deal, your world shifted radically.

tags — slow burn

notes — there are already 12 chapters released on ao3 in case you want to read more!!

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Chapter 4 — Come Back To Shore

Your battlefield was illuminated by nature's spotlight when your surroundings faded to black. A doubtful mind told you this period wouldn't last long. Moreover, sleep was not affecting you. Tiring yourself before returning to a land of nightmares and disturbances didn't feel inadequate. You took your weapon and rested it on the ground without worries.

"I got lost while reflecting on several things." To Childe, your response was tolerable. He had also lost track of time after accepting another task at the bank. He took hold of the steady weapon and threw it somewhere else. Where it had landed was not clear. It should have been near a big rock from the metal sound that resonated after the crash. That sudden action confused you. You didn't come so far to play fetch with such a childish enemy.

"Old toys grow tiring after a certain point. As good as it is to have your enemies fear a blade bathed in the victorious blood that represents your power, you should learn to use something better." Having nothing else to fight with wasn't a good sign. The test hadn't even started, but frustration was crawling onto you. Even if it was old, the weapon was a gift from your father when he discovered your passion for the protection of others. It meant much more than fear from those who could never surpass the fright and step forward to defend their ideals. Ready for confronting, you opened your mouth to have it shut again by his words. He took out a bow and rested it on the ground. He left it far from the likely area of the battleground, by what appeared to be your father's weapon. "You and I can have our life saviors back after this. I'm convinced it won't take long." This beginning was everything but what you expected. For the sake of your mood, you let it slip and accepted the terms. It's not like you didn't learn some things when you lost your defense. Most of it was about how to retrieve it, but you could manage it. If you could get to his spot, you could take it into your own hands. Tartaglia wasn't going to be the determining factor between your safety and more bruises.

The distance was shortened after he took a few steps in your direction. He was about to make a move, yet the gap left was enough to assure your security to make a move after his. "Keep in mind this is for testing purposes only. I won't kill you, but that doesn't mean I'll go easy on your either." You expected those words, assuming them from the beginning without him ever saying anything. Your heart skipped a beat when he dashed in your direction. Memories of the first time you encountered him flashed in front of you. The last time you jumped back, chaos descended to your world and fought for its control. You dodged to the right. Your head turned to where you were last standing to examine the scene in search of possible progress. Something blue swung in your direction. Could Childe be using his vision? Ah, how unfair. That changed a lot of your strategy. Your body lowered to the ground as your legs extended, ready to go around his ankles and make him fall. Your intentions didn't go unnoticed by him, and the proof was his jump to the back. You could tell he didn't plan his landing as well as he intended. One of his feet made a strong sound against the ground. He reached balance as soon as his body rose again. The laugh he let out revealed his amusement with the fight.

"Not bad, not bad. Most of the Fatui newcomers I know would have fallen already." Was it a compliment? In that case, it sounded like most of the soldiers the Cryo Archon possessed were not trained appropriately. Either that or they just let them pass with the minimum requirements. He jumped in your direction, sure to land on top of you. Taking a few steps back didn't guarantee your escape from his attack, but granted the hold of your weapon once more. Your body rolled on the grass to the opposite side where he was about to land. His attempts to cut you with his pure water blades failed on account of your blockage. You needed distance to plan your attacks, but the man didn't let that happen, continuously striving to get you down or cut you open. Your muscles became sore from the constant blocking. You jumped back to gain some distance. The strength he was using to take you down with his blades almost led to his fall when you moved away. His expression didn't look so pleased anymore. Both of you were getting tired of this fight.

"All you do is run. I've seen you do better."

That's what he wanted, that's what you would give him. You'd do anything to get out of that dull mess. Hardly sensing your feet, you approached him with a quick run and landed a perfect short that could have sliced his head open if not for his blade forcing his intensity against yours. The sudden collision of those forces influenced your collapse and forced your back against the mountain. The fall was inevitable, but it was nothing dangerous. You established your sword into the ground to help you rise. However, Childe had already reached your spot and made you stay down. "I'm impressed with what you can do without owning a Vision." He leaned down to have a better look at you. That's just what you had been waiting for, the grand opening. You recovered your breath during his monologue. One final blow to end the day and go back home to your glaze lilies. Your clenched fist reached his stomach and forced him to retreat a step. Finally, your leg touched the high up skies and kicked Childe to the ground. By getting a good grip on your weapon again, you let it fall and pierce the grass by the side of his head. He lied down with his spine facing the terrain, looking up to your kneeled figure on top of his. Both of you were panting from the amount of energy it took to reach that point. Having him down at your mercy was a new feeling for you. You could end this torture if you wanted to and start a revolution by killing the eleventh harbinger. How long would it take for someone to find him in that place? Days, maybe weeks. This feeling of power and choice released adrenaline into your veins and excitement to your spirit. Someone's life was in your hands, your enemy's life. You grinned helplessly as your eyes widened with satisfaction. Right as you were about to crush him with your father's divine weapon, he switched your positions and made sure to pin your hands to the ground with his. A gasp escaped from you right away. You left dreamland to come back to being in a lower position than the one you remembered. The gap between you was short - too short to your liking - but you didn't have the energy to kick him up, so you decided to turn your head somewhere else. He showed you a surprised look that turned into a smile. He was nervous. It was visible from the corner of your eye that his smile wasn't hiding anything from you.

"It appears you've never had that much fun with someone of a higher league. All this enthusiasm made it look like you were about to kill me. I have to say I'm quite impressed. Rest assured, you will be in a high position during your stay with us. You'll be free in the battlegrounds around Liyue."

Destiny was not your friend, after all. Its relationship with time and desire teased the idea of a better future and shredded it apart in seconds. That would have been the perfect opportunity to give an end to a chapter of suffering and commence a historical moment of ecstasy and reconstruction of your homeland.

You were looking up, and your eyes landed on him, yet passed through. You got so immersive in your dreams you were half awake, seeking something that wasn't meant for you - a happy ending. For how long would you keep denying it? It would be careless to accept what life offered you, as careless as your actions after letting the mask slip away from your face. Was Childe still talking? You didn't know, you couldn't hear, nor you did want to hear.

"Is it over?"

You felt like you had just cut his speech. No matter, you wanted to clean your head. It took him a minute before resuming to speak to you.

"What's the rush? We were having so much fun together." He got up, allowing a feeling of freedom to reach your lungs. He wasn't that heavy. Was it the distance that cut your airflow so significantly? You sat up. Tartaglia offered you his hand to help you get on your feet. You exited and decided to refuse it, getting up on your own. The weapon left on the ground caught your eyes and demonstrated its flaws - it was ready to exit the scene of hostilities and rest by your side. Childe was right about the needed upgrade. Getting a new weapon would be another headache to take care of.

"Don't look so down, this won't be the last time we rise blades against one another. The outcome is irrelevant as long as you learn something with the experience, and you still have a lot to learn from me." How exciting for him. He seemed to enjoy a duel with someone playing heroes and thieves. You should've just held back your horses and get a job at the Northland Bank's desk. It's always about what you could have done instead of what you can do to repair things.

You turned your back to leave, barely noticing the hand that tapped your back. The moment you were about to complain, Childe shoved your mask into your face, letting it fall to your hands. You were shocked but glad the wooden cover had reunited with its warrior again. He giggled at the sight of your look. Losing the masquerade was not something you wished to repeat.

"Here, you can have this back."

With a few pats on your shoulder, he left to follow his path. You felt so optimistic about holding your dear mask once again. The heartbeats were racing along with your tears, something about it felt so special, so personal.

When the night comes and the sun goes black to let the bright moon glow, Liyue Harbor is scarier. Regardless, the little lovely things you can find in this soulless harbor at night make the horrors go away. The sound of the calm waves and the unique smell of the shore brought back memories.

Months before, during the last moments of your mother's life at night, you had fallen unconscious with your head on her lap. Noises of people walking around your house had woken and startled you. There was nothing in the room - the problem being the absence of your mother. You searched every room to look for her, she didn't get up from her bed for weeks, she couldn't just miraculously find a cure for her problems. After reaching the corridor, you noticed the front door was open. Your first instinct was to get down from your apartment to the paths of the harbor and find your mother. On top of the stairs, you could notice her on the docks near the merchants' boats. By her side was a woman in black. The thought of losing the last person that you could call family caused yelling and tears, your feet moved on their own to stop the woman from whatever she planned to do with your dear familiar. You could still try to find a remedy for this never-ending pain. You would walk to any nation and climb to the peak of Dragonspine if it meant the preservation of what you held dear. But it was over before you realized it. Pale lights rose to the sky and formed a new star by the side of the midnight sun. You never saw the lady in black ever again and never woke up from the nightmare you witnessed. After many days of waiting near the docks to retrieve what was yours, you accepted the fact that your mother wasn't coming back. No matter how much you begged the Archons or broke down in front of yourself in the mirror, never did she ever come back to shore. If she ever did, you made sure her favorite glaze lilies were visible from the balcony. That way, she knew where to find you and fix your shattered heart back together again.

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ANOTHER ONE.

proofread? not in my house, no sir

i'm just too tired to do it, and i really need to study, yknow

i hope whoever reads this still enjoys it, because this is probably only fitting for a very specific audience

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heleizition · 1 year ago

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AIGHT im back and i did the reading and i need to know e v e r y t h i n g about the naruto au im not even fucking around. the amount of times ive fixated on that shit despite never finishing it is unreal. also which one was the one that got beheaded? because thats superb shit and i require more information to rotate them in my mind

HIIIIIII thank u so much for this ask i saw it at work and i was SO EXCITED to get home and tell u all about a) the naruto au b) eden who's the one who gets beheaded :3

BTW you can find the art i did of my ocs by checking out the tags on my blog of their name (ex nell art is under #nell, vik's is under #vik ...)

i'll start with eden !!! he's my token white haired guy (altho i have also a white haired girl in the same group of oc lol) to whom i do many terrible things. ever since i created him he's had a scenario where his neck got hurt (electric shock to his neck, knife injury, beheading to simply head explosiong lmao). he's an angel in the angel/demon scenario and the village's doctor in the farm au :3 he's always some sort of healer ! (he's that one "im a healer but... *cocks gun*" meme)

in the angel au he has extraordinary healing powers that antagonists want for themselves until they realise eden is not gonna give under the pressure and side with them so they behead him/make his head explode. not quite sure whcih one yet <3. except he doesn't die bc his power is more. body manipulation than healing and it acts by itself and stitch him back together . its a very traumatizing process but in return he destroys the other guys : D he's often nell's best friend in aus... moody guys who become menaces together. he was supposed to end up w jasper when i very first made him but eh !!!

THE NARUTO AU

okay so . disclaimer most of what i know of naruto is memories from what i watched when i was a young teen and a lot of sakura centered fanfics ive read the past few months lol

the story focus on on genin team but for the sake of the story ill jst go and talk abt the others too :

a) main genin team is nell, vik, lena and their teacher abel

b) second genin team is belly, jasper and eden with their teacher noah

c) cody is basically tsunade, titania is a civilian from a noble family who has a whole side story with lena lol

nell and belly (twins) are illegitimate kids from a clan's girl, who possess the clan's kekkei genkai. no i dont know what it is yet it's not even relevant to the story SEFJSEFOSFJOE

once their mother die they're put under the care of their mother's clan, where they're not rly treated well,,,, belly is a natural as using the clan's technic while nell isn't,,, they stick together but they're treated different and it sucks. tbh nell and belly's ways of dealing with family trauma is a recurring theme in all of the universes they're part of...

nell's fighting style focus on ice jutsu mostly, he's not a powerhouse but he's deadly. belly is more of a brawler type but i havent figured it out much yet :]

vik is an orphan who was groomed into roots (in universe it's a secret unit of ninjas like anbu but it's controlled by danzou who's a fucker and stole kekkei genkai including sharingans by STEALING DEAD PEOPLE'S EYES), who want's belly & nell's clan's kekkei genkai, and who's sent to pass as a new genin in nell's team to gain his trust and kill him and take his eyes,,, theres prob something going on to take belly's also but i havent gotten that far lol

lena (my BABYGIRL) is a civilian, born from a big player merchant family, who's supposed to inherit her parent's role but does Not want to :] she's lovely she's great she has a lot of chakra that she uses for summons (tigers!!!) and also she IS a powerhouse (uses . axes). not the most usefull of spy missions lol i love her <3

abel, in most of my stories, is a big brother figure to most of the kids especially nell,,,, i have not figured out yet what exaclty he does in this au BUT he and cody are old buddies and are destined to be together in all of my aus. anyway

quick other stuff, belly is very angry in hte beginning like her brother and does not know how to work with a team, jasper is kind and gentle and has to learn how to deal with her, also later masters mokuton (tree/plants jutsu) (which makes him very precious and rare), eden is once again a healer in this except he also works with poisons. bitch

and their teacher, noah, also works in torture and interrogation which will come up later.

basically the story follows nell's team as they meet and start working with each other, vik realising that maybe he's doing something that he shouldn't, almost kills nell once when infiltrating his living place but manages to get out when he hears belly coming in, discovers the power of friendship, then they're sent in the death forest for their chunin exam, antagonist guy sends more roots agents bc vik can't do the job, vik protects nell and lena, spills as much of the beans as he can before the seal in his throat starts to paralyze him, nell holds on to him for dear life and fights the other roots, lena gets one of her summoned tiger to go find eden and his team who save the day & also vik...

once vik is saved he cooperated with t&i and noah, who works on the case, adopts him,,, all is well. its not much . i feel like i had more thoughts lmao but its all messy in my head <3 thank u for reading

#ask me #the unwanted #naruto au #nell #vik #eden #belly #THANKS FOR ASKING ABT THEM ...#<3 #i have to GO NOW #oh also vik fights with hundreds of thin needles <3 horrific terrible love him

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evangelifloss · 2 years ago

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one piece

(Send me an anime and I'll tell you why it sucks)

You really went there huh, asking me about One Piece when the fans are completely fuckin rabid... thank you for the opportunity.

Ironically, I am a HUGE fan of media pirates. I LOVE pirate centred franchises/shows/movies, and you can bet that I have huge brainrot over the first 3 pirates of the carribean movies (anything after that is terrible and I don't consider canon). I even have a period accurate, hand made pirate get up I use to go to festivals... so why don't I like One Piece? By all accounts it should be my no.1 anime but well, let's get into it.

One Piece sucks for a multitude of reasons and while yes, the main known problem is the art regarding the women characters and I am on this team, I also have other opinions on why I won't ever continue the anime. To sum this first gripe up: WHY THE FUCK DO MALE CHARACTERS GET KICKASS CRAZY DESIGNS OF ALL SHAPES WHEN EVERY WOMAN CONSISTS OF : Pretty face, massive honkers, zero stomach, big hips, and long legs.

THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE BIG MAMA'S FOR FUCKS SAKE. Also why did the only uniquely designed female villain involve her making babies... like c'mon. Do we always have to add reproducing as a major plot/character defining trait for a woman?

With that said, onto the other issues.

For starters, it's completely inaccessible for the new fan. Unless you started watching when it was only 200 episodes long, which generally speaking, is already a commitment to some, as of right now you cannot expect someone to want to watch a series that has over 900 episodes that is still ONGOING. For a newbie, this is not only daunting, but it isolates them from engagement with the community. EVERYTHING is spoiler-town, and blacklisting one piece spoiler tags won't work because what is a spoiler for the newcomer, is old news to the fans. It is incredibly lonely to be unable to engage with the community because of how far behind one is. A huge character death related to Luffy regarding someone whose name starts with A is so well known now that I found a t-shirt with the panels of said death smack bang on display. For me, that was a MASSIVE spoiler... and i couldnt be angry because it happened a long time ago.

Now, I don't mind long animes, and a pirate anime with an obscene amount of eps should be a dream come true, but with the age of the series and length, ive been indirectly spoiled so much that i pretty much know all the important bits anyway, and with that onto my next gripe.

Anime isn't accessible any more because streaming has become incredibly regulated. I live in Australia, so my choices are already limited and I can't pirate the old animes due to every site being nuked. Do I support pirating anime? Not really, it's not my go-to but I don't have access to even trying out a "classic" any more. Luckily with one-piece, it's popular so it is available on a legal, paid subscription service. With that said, I'm not the wealthiest so for me, I can't afford to have a subscription. Ergo, I can't even watch one piece if I wanted to.

Which leads to the alternative: read the manga. Now this is possible, I can in fact do this and I have! I read pretty far and enjoyed myself but... I got bored. Nami's fish people story, Sky arc, alabasta, now those were bangers. Everything else was meh enough where I legitimately don't remember anything other than those three arcs. I don't expect every manga to have phenomenal arcs the entire time, but since one piece drags the hell on (anime more guilty of this) none of the other story arcs spoke to me. There was a formula to the story and it got repetitive. Frankly, I quit because I was bored.

With a 900+ ep anime following an even longer manga, whose entire narrative is based on finding the One Piece, no matter what the One Piece is, it will be massively disappointing. All this build up, mystery and hype regarding on what the treasure actually is cannot be resolved in a manner that fans will find satisfying. I can guarantee you that if the One Piece is the "friendship we made along the way" type deal, the fans will probably lynch Oda. If the One Piece is an actual treasure, which, compared to the intensity of the series as a whole, the fans will also probably riot. Basically since the whole story is so long and the mystery of the One Piece is over 20 years old, no matter what the treasure actually is, it cannot live up to the expectations anymore.

Also as far as I'm aware, there's no queer rep. I can forgive alot of it due to the fact One Piece started in 1997, but it's 2023 now and with the sheer volume of characters, world, countries, lore, I find it strange that everyone featured is GENERALLY ambiguous with an obvious leaning towards hetero. Do I want zoro and luffy to become gay? No! That's not what I'm saying. Do I want romance to be in this series? No. Not as a focal point. Do I think that there should be some diversity in the world the straw hats explore? Yes, absolutely. It's incredibly weird to me that with the massive universe of one piece, there isn't a single canon presence of queerness.

And don't get me started on early one piece racist caricatures. Again, started in 1997, not exactly a progressive time especially not in Japan. It is however, still a problem to me.

Also I miss Nami and Zoro's melanin.

#one piece fans dni unless you want to respectfully clarify a few things i might be wrong about #one piece #monkey d. luffy #op nami #op zoro #ronoroa zoro #op sanji #evangelliasks #evangelliply #eiichiro oda #oda eiichiro

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timelostobserver · 2 years ago

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SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE(S) SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

Tagged by: @uppermoonkoku Tagging: Anyone!

For the sake of not double posting this, I'll be also answering not just for Hades, but also Gyutaro (@deathly-toxins)! Also, neither of my characters really do romantic relationships, so many of these will be answered as through platonic relationships.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

Hades: None at the moment, he's a bit dense when it comes down to how relationships work and is mostly convinced no one actually wants him around outside of how useful he can be. At best, he might get familial, platonic relationships. But no OTP.

Gyutaro: Obvious familial OTP relationship with Douma, fatherly figure. And then the obvious strong sibling bond with him and Daki. But for actual like relationships? I don't really have any.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

Applicable to Both: They're demons, they're old. It's very unlikely I'll do any shipping with them, especially with humans. ESPECIALLY with children turned demons.

Hades: He's lost track of time and generally feels weird if anyone tries to go after a relationship with him. "I'm old enough to be your thirteen times grandgrandfather..." Gyutaro SPECIFICALLY: He was turned at 13, so yeah.. nothing beyond familial stuff with him. Yes, my Headcanon is he was forced to grow up mentally to take care of Ume, but that doesn't change the fact he was turned as a teenager.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

Both: I refuse to do anything of this nature.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Both: EXTREMELY selective!

Hades: There needs to be chemistry and actual.. you know.. growth potential and connections here.

Gyutaro: Again, chemistry. He's not exactly going to just get buddy-buddy with you if you're a slayer after all.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

Hades: Familial/Sibling relationships with @calamxty/@astra-stellaris ' Muzan (Brother) and Astra (Older Sister) & Atreus (Older Brother).

Sibling relationship with @uppermoonkoku 's Ko (Brother)

Gyutaro: Only just recently started messing with him, so no direct connections to peoples muses yet!

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

I'd appreciate if it's discussed and plotted out, yes~

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

More-or-less.. If it happens, it happens kind of deal.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

... Akaza x Kyojuro.. >.>;

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Talk to me via DMs, plot with me, rp in threads and see what develops~ But if all else fails, just pester me with ideas in Discord/DMs.

#[Tagged Post]#[Shipping Meme?]

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of-twilight-and-moonshadow · 2 years ago

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Ambushed Again - Kenny x Emery

This is part of my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series

I have too many ideas circulating over what's been happening on Dynamite the past month or so. I'm sorry

Eventually, I'll have a more unique idea for Kenny x Emery, but for now, the show is fueling the creativity. Oh well.

Based on Dynamite from... March 29th, I believe?

Word Count: 3153

Tag List: @blxxckheart, @summertimefun1982

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Warnings: I attempted to describe Kenny's match against Cobb, so there's a fight scene. Mox being an ass. Angst?

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Emery stood beside Kenny as the doctor wrapped up his wrist. As Don explains to Tony Schiavone about what supposedly happened last week, it took everything in her not to roll her eyes. Biting her cheek, she kept her mouth shut of any witty remarks—if only for Kenny’s sake.

She didn’t know why, even after all this time, Kenny kept Don Callis around. However, she respected Kenny too much to pick fights with the balding manager constantly.

As soon as Don left the room, having stated he was going to find Hangman to apologize, Emery let out a huff of annoyance.

“Tch, I can’t believe him.”

“Emery,” Kenny said as she looked over at him. His eyes looked tired, but she could see the silent plea.

Don’t start.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Ken. Come on—you don’t honestly think that Hangman would—” Emery started, “You know Hangman! I can’t believe I agree with Callis here, but he’s got a point. What’s up with the two of you? You were so close—we all were! How come you didn’t believe him last week when he tried telling you he didn’t do anything?!”

Kenny’s head tilted to the side just a tad as he looked at Emery. This was the last thing he needed, especially with everything going on lately.

“Emery—”

“No- no,” she shook her head, holding her hands out, before dropping them to her sides,” I’m going for a walk. I can’t keep---”

Kenny watched silently as she left the room before his head dropped back in agitation. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before looking at the doctor and telling him to continue on. Kenny had an important match tonight that he had to focus on; it was already complicated enough with what happened to the Bucks. He didn’t need any more distractions.

Emery stalked down the halls, arms crossed in front of her. She really didn’t get it. Callis had been nothing but mean and condescending to her since she met him—but Kenny never seemed to be there to see it happen. Hell, even Matt had been ready to knock Callis’ teeth down his throat once but backed off in the end.

As she’s walking, Emery hears the BCC music roll through the area as they made their way out to the arena.

“Dalton Castle and the Boys, eh? Hate to say it…” Emery thought, feeling bad for the Ring of Honor mainstays. Eventually, she came upon a camera set up, where Renee stood with Hangman. A lump rose in her throat, and quickly, she turned to walk away before he saw her—but it was too late.

“One sec, Renee—Hey, Emery,” Hangman called out, jogging after her before she got too far away; he stopped just behind her, and since she’d feel bad about ignoring him, Emery slowly turned to face her old friend.

“How… how you doin’?” he asked her, a small smile on his face. She could feel her heart restricting, and Emery wanted nothing more than to smile and talk like before… but she couldn’t.

Could she?

“I—I gotta be going… Kenny’s got a match—”

“Right, right—Cobb,” Hangman nodded, scratching his beard momentarily,” I just—I wanted to check with you really quick. After what happened last week. I didn’t do what Callis is saying, I didn’t push him—”

“No, I know,” Emery told him, taking a deep breath, “I know you didn’t. Just… be careful around him, ‘kay?”

“I see you still don’t trust him,” Hangman gave her a smile. A brief smile crossed her face before disappearing quickly.

“Yeah…”

“Well, I’ll uh—I’ll let you go then. I got an interview, anyhow. Renee’s waiting…”

“Right….” Emery nodded, her eyes not meeting Hangman’s, so she missed the sad look that crossed his features.

“Be careful out there, Ree,” Hangman told her before turning around and walking back over to Renee, standing in front of the cameras. With a nod, Emery turned and walked away from the area.

Her heart pained at acting so distant with the Cowboy—but she didn’t know what else to do right now. Taking a deep breath, the brunette kept walking around the hallways; she was cool-headed enough to return to Kenny, but he was busy preparing for his match, and she didn’t want to bother him.

A half-hour later, Emery walked towards the go-position, seeing Kenny standing amongst the crates.

“Hey…” she said to him as she got closer. He looked over at her, a small smile briefly on his face.

“Thought you might not come back…” Kenny told her, rolling his neck to loosen it up.

“Yeah… for some reason—I can’t seem to stay mad at you for too long,” Emery gave him a smile, causing him to chuckle softly. Kenny bopped from foot to foot, amping himself up for his match as Cobb’s music began.

“Have you seen Don?”

“Nah, I haven’t,” Emery shook her head. Not that she cared, but it was unlike Callis not to meet Kenny before a match. The IWGP United States championship belt, with its red strap, was around his waist. As she stood there with him, just watching him prepare and stretch his muscles, Emery heard a voice growing closer.

“Yeah—Alright, guys. Are we live here? Okay—Kenny—”

Kenny and Emery both looked over their shoulders, eyeing Tony Schiavone as he stood there with a microphone.

“Just moments ago—” Tony began as Kenny pointed towards the short stairs that he was about to go up. This was rather… irritating, Emery had to admit.

“—Right before the break, the BCC attacked Don Callis and Hangman Adam Page. I don’t—”

“Adam!” Emery thought, looking at Kenny with wide eyes as he looked down at the floor, ingesting the information.

“They attacked Don—” Kenny interrupted Tony, looking back towards the stairs, trying desperately to keep his composure and focus. Emery reached a hand out towards Kenny, gently placing it on his upper arm.

“I know you have a big title match, but I thought you should know.”

Kenny stood there in silence for a moment, emotions running rampant on his face, licking his lip in thought before briefly telling Tony,” I’ve got a match—”

His words became muffled and almost inaudible as he waved off Tony dismissively. Emery gave Schiavone a small, apologetic smile as he backed up.

“Okay, buddy…”

“This is the last thing Kenny needs right now,” Emery frowned, sighing deeply as she watched Kenny bring one hand up and pinch the bridge of his nose, his head hung slightly. Grimacing as he pulled his hand away, Kenny glanced towards the crates beside him, his focus on the match quickly dissipating.

“You’ve got this,” Emery told him, trying to be as supportive as possible. Kenny’s old music hit, the sound of Devil’s Sky flowing through the arena as it was bathed in the blue lights.

Trying to shake the thoughts from his head, Kenny climbed the steps and walked out onto the stage, Emery following along right behind him. Standing behind him, she tried to keep as much emotion off her face as possible, forcing a small smile on her face for the crowd and fans. Pointing to the sky, pyro went off beside them before the two walked down the ramp toward the ring. Kenny stopped briefly at the steps to the ring, trying to focus on the task at hand. As he stood there, Emery looked at him, taking in his left elbow that was bandaged in black tape and the blue kinesio tape on the left side of his abdomen.

Jeff Cobb was not an opponent that you wanted to fight while injured in any way and lack focus.

Emery stayed on the floor, giving a curt nod to Kenny as he stood in the corner of the ring while the referee held the belt up. He returned the nod; his expression was flat, emotionless, as he tried to focus. The bell rang, and the two locked up; it didn’t take long for Emery to become very concerned as Kenny began to clutch his abdomen. Hobbs caught onto it, too, and started to zero in on it when he could. She could tell, as she paced ringside, calling out to Kenny in support—that he was not fully there. His body was there, sure, and his brain and heart. But Kenny’s soul was not in the match—it was far away.

Was he concerned about the Bucks? About Hangman? Or was he concerned about Callis still?

Emery wanted to believe that it was the Bucks and Hangman that caused his lack of focus, but something told her that she was wrong. As she watched Cobb stand on Kenny’s back, his full weight pressing into the already sore ribs, Emery winced, backing up from the apron.

“Come on, Kenny! You got this!” she called out, trying to will him back into it somehow. Peering around the corner post, she watched in horror and concern as Cobb picked Kenny up from the floor and sent him stomach-first into the barricade around the ring. Emery felt her entire body tense up, her teeth grinding as she watched—quickly spinning away to avoid watching as Cobb picked Kenny up and rammed him spine-first into a nearby ring post.

Emery felt sick to her stomach the longer the match went on. Every time Kenny would attempt to lift Cobb up, he’d buckle as his ribs cried out in protest. Every defense Kenny tried to mount would end the same way—his ribs sending sharp pains through his body, causing him to buckle to the ground and allow Cobb to get the upper hand once more.

She had no idea how he managed to do it, but Kenny pulled off a string of defenses, picking up Cobb and performing a snapdragon suplex, quickly following it with a V-Trigger and another snapdragon. However, after the second suplex, Cobb got up, and with a lariat, Kenny was back down, clenching at his ribs.

The thought of tossing in the towel, if only to save Kenny from serious injury, occurred to Emery several times—but if she had done that, it would cost him the championship.

And that was one thing Emery could never do to him. Kenny worked hard and put himself through a lot to get each championship. Especially after losing all the titles he had back in 2021 so he could take a break and get what surgeries he needed to heal his body.

Emery watched as Kenny climbed the corner turnbuckles, preparing to launch an attack—wincing as Cobb caught Kenny right under the chin with a fierce headbutt. From her spot, she could hear the impact, making her worry that Kenny might have a broken or fractured jaw. She turned her back, not wanting to watch as Cobb delivered a delayed vertical suplex from the turnbuckle—and with a grimace, she heard the impact Kenny’s body made with the matt when he landed. Risking a glance over her shoulder, Emery felt her heart breaking as she watched Kenny writhe in pain, his back arching off the matt below him.

A two-count pin for Cobb only served as the beginning, as he performed a moonsault press and went for another pin—but again, Kenny managed to kick out at 2. Cobb pulled Kenny over to the ropes closest to Emery, pushing him into them to do more damage, but only briefly. The ref backed him off, and Emery hurried to Kenny to check on him. Gasping for air, his eyes glazed over as he fought to breathe through the pain. She glanced up briefly at Cobb, standing behind Kenny; he gave her a wink, holding his hand up like Kenny does before he delivered a V-Trigger, and as he ran at Kenny, Emery jumped away from the impact.

“Kenny!” Emery called out, wondering if throwing in the towel was the right thing to do after all. He’d forgive her eventually… wouldn’t he? Biting her lip, she watched as Cobb lifted Kenny up for a one-winged angel, and anger coursed through her at the mockery—but she quickly smiled as Kenny slipped out of it and went for a one-winged angel of his own. It was a mistake, though, because as soon as he tried lifting Cobb off the matt, his ribs gave out, and he landed on his knee.

“Come on Kenny! You got this!” Emery yelled at him, turning to the audience to try and get them behind Kenny. He shook his head, clearing the cobwebs for a moment, before performing a ripcord V-Trigger on Cobb, getting the larger man’s chin with his knee, and quickly following it with a V-Trigger. Emery held her breath, watching as Kenny lifted Cobb up, keeping him on his shoulders for a substantial period of time—probably longer than he should have—before successfully doing a one-winged angel and going for the pin.

At the three count, Emery jumped in joy, and her arms stretched out to the sky as she smiled; Kenny clutched his ribs, rocking back and forth as he lay on the matt. Despite the excitement of the win, Emery grew extremely worried for him. Kenny managed to kneel in the middle of the ring, his shoulders visibly heaving as he struggled to breathe. As he eventually made it to his feet, Emery climbed up onto the apron, smiling at Kenny- and he returned the smile, but it quickly disappeared into a grimace as he fell back to his knees, clutching his ribs.

Emery knelt down on the outside of the ring apron as Kenny slowly crawled over towards her.

“Hey, give me a number Ken. How bad is it?” Emery asked him, frowning at how hard it was for him to breathe.

“I’ll—I’ll be—fine,” he choked out, trying to level his breathing.

“Kenny—” she started to argue, but the crowd began to stir at something, and as she looked around, Emery felt her heart drop. Blackpool Combat Club jumped over the barricade and slowly circled around the ring. Kenny saw the fear in her eyes, looking over his shoulder to see what it was before he began to worry. Unable to stand, Kenny kept spinning around carefully on his knees, trying to keep all three members in his line of sight.

“Stay back, Emery,” Kenny called out to her as she stayed perched on the apron.

“What? No! Kenny, I can help—”

“No!” He exclaimed, his eyes landing on her. As she stared into his blue eyes, Emery could see the concern and the uncertainty he was feeling; she could help—she knew she could, and he knew she could.

So why was he having her stand back?

“That’s right Lil girl,” Mox drawled, as he paced the side of the ring closest to her, “Might wanna stay out of this.”

Looking back to Kenny, Emery saw his focus was once again on BCC as they slowly climbed up onto the apron. Biting her tongue, and against her better judgment, Emery carefully slid off the apron she was on. Just as BCC was about to enter the ring, Bryan Danielson’s music blasted through the arena—catching everyone by surprise.

Hope surged through her as Bryan entered the ring, and BCC fled to the side, gathering together outside the ring. Kenny is just as surprised as anyone and uncertain about Bryan’s intentions.

“What are you doing?”

Emery heard Claudio call out to Bryan but got no answer. Turning to Kenny, Bryan held out a hand to help him up. A smile found its way onto Emery’s face, thinking that maybe- just maybe- Kenny would make it out without further injury. Though he was uncertain, Kenny eventually took Bryan’s hand, and no sooner had Kenny gotten to his feet than he took off, sprinting across the ring to knock Yuta off the apron. The younger man had been trying to sneak into the ring, but Kenny had seen him instantly. Astonished at his sudden gust of energy, Emery was focused on Kenny and completely missed Bryan crouching down in the corner opposite of her friend—and was shocked when Kenny turned around, walking right into a knee to the face.

“KENNY!” Emery yelled, pressing against the apron as Bryan locked Kenny into a face lock, and the rest of BCC slid into the ring, beginning their attack.

Ignoring that Kenny had told her to stand back, Emery reached up and grabbed the second rope- using it to pull herself up onto the apron, fully prepared to get into the ring, only to be cut off before she could. Mox knelt down in front of her, blocking her path with a sickening smirk on his face.

“Nah nah nah,” Mox mocked, waving his finger back and forth, “Listen to daddy. He said stay.”

Narrowing her eyes as she glared at him, Emery slowly lowered herself back to the floor. Her eyes darted past Mox to where Kenny was; Bryan still had him in a headlock while Yuta and Claudio kicked at him. The timekeeper had begun to ring the bell repeatedly, trying to get some assistance to the ring to stop the attack. The first people out were Brandon and Nakazawa, but Mox and Claudio quickly took them out as Yuta continued to kick at Kenny.

Emery watched helplessly as some security came out to try and stop BCC, only for the group to take them out. Finally, Bryan let go of Kenny and stood up with a sickening smile as BCC stood beside him.

They all dropped their gazes from the crowd to Emery, each gaze saying the same statement.

Mox walked up to the ropes and yelled down to her.

“Your elite boys ain’t shit.”

Bryan joined him by saying,” By the time we’re done. There will be no Elite left in AEW.”

Claudio nodded, adding a warning, “It’d be best if you just stayed out of it. We don’t want to hurt a pretty face.”

Yuta stayed silent, and a part of her felt like the silence hurt more than the words from the other members of BCC. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Emery watched as BCC climbed out of the ring, and the second it was clear, she scurried into the ring and over to Kenny’s battered body.

“Kenny--!”

His eyes were open, but there was a faraway look in them. Emery gently placed her hands on his arm, too worried to make him feel more pain than he was already in. As the ringside doctor joined her beside Kenny and began to check on him, Emery watched silently, wondering.

How much longer was this going to go on? How much more could the Elite take?

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