#character intro: Loop Rose

[ninthhousedyke]

Arcane Season 2 spoiler thoughts!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

After the events of the election in the US, I really needed something to keep me from offing myself and Arcane season 2 could not have come at a better time honestly. I’m literally frothing at the mouth over this first act and I cannot wait for the rest of it. I’ve been looping all the released songs aggressively and I love almost every single one. This will be my new personality for the foreseeable future, gang.

Alright lets get the few negatives out of the way first:

1. I…do not like the new intro. It feels way too muted and strange compared to the energy of the season 1 opener. I would have preferred they kept the first season opening and just made minor tweaks, like having Ambessa’s shadow appear instead of Silco’s or something.

2. I’ve seen some discourse already about it being “fast” and like….I didn’t think that would be shocking to people. This is the season of action. We built up all the plot threads so now they can explode into their brilliance. We know this world and these characters and we can be tossed into the thick of the action and the emotions without handholding anymore. We aren’t building to a climax anymore; we’re IN the climax! Of course shit is hitting the fan quickly, that’s what happens when shit hits the fan. We’ve been away from this world for 3 years, but the season is picking up seconds after the last one ended. Reacquaint yourself with the world and it won’t feel so out of no where.

Alright onto every other thought I have:

1. LESBIANS ARE WINNING RAHHHHHHH

2. LESBIANS ARE LOSING NOOOOOOOO

3. Ahem how could you do that to me in the same episode? Like oh my god it’s so heartbreaking how well both sides of this debate are constructed. Seeing both characters in real time look right past the experience and perspective of the other. It’s just another example of not having a conversation like this in the heat of the moment. I love both my girls and I know they’ll make up….right Riot? They’ll make up right?

4. Ambessa orchestrating all out war like this, escalating it where it didn’t need to be and bringing Caitlyn up to be her warlord apprentice makes me so apprehensive for the next act!!! God the way Ambessa immediately clocked Caitlyn was the person she needed for her little takeover is so calculating!! Caitlyn is already making impulsive choices on her own and now she’ll be under the wing of a woman who wants nothing more than power and bloodshed. I cannot wait to see how far Caitlyn is going to fall before she realizes what this stray from her morals has done to her. I hope we get a final showdown between her and Ambessa where she rebukes being what Ambessa is grooming her to be.

5. That episode 1 fight scene was INSANEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Okay all the fights were insane and so well executed and fuck everything is so perfect and exactly what I was expecting from Arcane. The chainsaw went crazy and Sevika’s new arm is just so simultaneously Jinx and Sevika. It’s brutal and chaotic and I know Sevika can work wonders with it. Also Sevika please call me.

6. I love how all these characters that were mostly background people in season 1 are now getting moments in the spotlight instead of just introducing brand new characters. Like yes utilize the remaining chembarons for the Zain power vacuum rather than bringing in new people! Yes have the remaining councilors become bigger players on the board instead of more Noxus people! Yes utilize existing background characters to bring in the Black Rose!! I love that we have more room for important new characters / champions because we’ve utilized existing background characters in this way.

7. Rip Smeech, I liked your voice buddy.

8. Viktor Jesus arc here we gooooooo! Glorious Evolution tis time!!!

9. I love how the arcane itself is becoming a character. It’s influencing the plot and characters in a way it didn’t before. Now it’s actually an agent of its own power. I am so excited to see what consequences this will have.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

for the OC ask game!

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

Thanks for the ask, anon! (From this OC ask game)

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

Lexi - Nope. Originally she had glasses and her hair was longer. She was also fully white instead of having the equivalent of a mixed Native American + European background. She's somehow looped back around to having her hair in a braided style like it was originally since her hairstyle changed like six times. Her original incarnation wore a dress while Lexi isn't much of a dress person.

Maddie - Since she's Lexi's sister she went through similar changes. Her hair was also much shorter (it's super long now), I gave her braces, and now she wears overalls.

Ash - Used to have hair as long as Maddie's, now it starts the series super short. Her freckles have stayed. She used to have dark brown hair with auburn tints but now it's black. Her eyes were blue-green but now they're just green.

Gwen - Hair is darker and I gave her glasses. Otherwise she's the same.

Noelle - Made her like a foot taller. Other than that, she's the same.

Rose - Basically the same.

Kelsey - Made her shorter and recently I have decided her natural blonde hair will be dyed black. A very early incarnation of her had her hair in a bob cut.

Robbie - I made him an inch taller and changed his bangs, that's it.

Akash - I made him an inch shorter and gave him tucked in shirts that's it

Jedi - Not sure about this one because he evolved from a completely different character but he's mostly the same.

Carmen - I did give her a head-covering and I made her curvier but that's it.

Carla - Oh definitely not. She used to have pale skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Now has brown skin, dark brown hair, and amber eyes. Also gave her glasses and made her shorter.

George - Also has darker skin. Made his hair poofier. Made his outfit less boring.

Hye-Jin - Messed with her height a lot but I've settled on her being relatively tall. Also changed her hairstyle to be in ponytails and general outfits.

I'll stop there! Think that's good enough. Thanks again!

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

[thelittlecoughsomewhere]

So I'm now gonna give you my thoughts. I will try my best to keep it chronologically but we'll see how that's gonna go

so first of all I have my blorbos back and that's FANTASTIC and nothing can take away from that. So even though I have criticisms I want you to know that I loved this episode and these specials will be very dear to me, no matter what happens

I'm not gonna lie, the fourth wall break did not work for me. was goofy

THE NEW INTRO OMG love love love love it

the tone of the episode was a little bit too comedic for me and not sincere enough. The acting of both Tennant and Tate was also a bit too overacted sometimes, almost as if the director had children in mind as target audience. The pacing was too fast, the episode didn't allow the emotional beats too linger.

I loved getting to know Shaun and Rose and hope we will see more of them in the next specials (But I think they won't be in the second special)

Love Shirley, hope we will see more of her. (maybe UNIT spin off) Ruth Madeley is a great actress. (I know her from RTD's Years and Years)

I loved seeing Sylvia again, I absolutely love the redeemed her. She was so fiercely protective of Donna. (good on her for punching the Doctor) And she is a great grandma to Rose, even though she is learning. I love that Rose has a supportive family.

The plot with the meep was fun (Unfortunately I got spoilered and knew that the Meep was a villain in the original comic). The practical and special effects were on FIRE.

The dramatic "Why does it have to be this scene?" + the return of the DoctorDonna + Donna seemingly dying in the Doctor's arms = Good stuff and obviously everything I waited for during this episode. But I am disappointed that Donna didn't confront him with the fact that he went aginst her expressed wishes when he wiped her memories in Journey's end. (maybe this topic will get discussed more seriously in Special 2 but I try to not get my hopes up). I get it, there was no time for a long conversation in the scene where literally all of London was at stake, yet Russel did take the time to let her be angry about the lottery ticket, but he portrays her anger in a comedic way

speaking of the lottery ticket: I think this is the only point of the special I am truly miffed at. I loved the fact that Donna gave the money away because of course she would. And when she said that she knew that people out there where in pain and need and would need it more than her and giving it away felt like the sort of thing "he" would do I took 2 things away from it :

2. I know I'm probably the only one but I thought she meant her dad when she said "him". The lottery ticket is symbolically a present from him and in my personal headcanon Sylvia and Wilf told her some kind of story that tied the lottery ticket to her dad to honour him.

1. the experiences with the Doctor did have a lasting impact and changed her. And this character development from season 4 was not totally eradicated. The Donna we know from season 4 would give away the money of course she would.

But no, DoctorDonna is mad at him because she gave away the money to be like "the Doctor", her subconscious memory loop made her do it. This takes away from Donna's character and from her autonomy. Also it makes the scene too comedic which gives me whiplash when the scene turns tragic

I don't like the fact that the timelord consciousness in Donna was activated by a sequence of words. (Can't explain why, I just didn't enjoy that)

The metacrisis is solved because the metacrisis energy is shared by both Donna and Rose. Neat, I like that. (The idea of solving the metacrisis by having the time lord consciousness be passed on to Donna's child is almost a staple in fix-it-fics, so I guess as a fanfiction reader and writer I feel vindicated). In an earlier post of mine I wrote about the fact that I hated the idea that Donna influenced Rose's name, but I'm fine with the name now because she chose it herself. Having Rose's trans identity be influenced by her time lord heritage surely is a bold choice by Russel. I think he will make a lot of bigots angry but I have also already read posts from some trans people who didn't like this story beat. I personally liked it when I watched it, it felt like everything was fitting into place. But I want to let the story linger for a few days maybe I will change my mind. I will say I like that Russel takes risks with his writing choices.

The scene that made me roll my eyes was when Rose and Donna said "There's a way to get rid of it. Something a male-presnting Timelord will never understand: Just let it go". Come on, this was cringe. This line actually sounded like something Moffat wrote for River Song. The reason this line annoys me isn't even because it presents female-presenting people superior/different to male-presenting people. It annoys me because it's lazy writing. Russel clearly didn't spend a lot of time thinking about the metacrisis problem and working out the mechanisms behind it. I have read dozens of fanfiction that solved the metacrisis in a much more complex and thus more satisfying way

The new Tardis interior is stunning. It's big and spacious with a lot of ramps. IT IS TOTALLY WHEELCHAIR-ACCESSIBLE. It's so clean and sterile and all-white, though which makes it feel less homely. Love the fact that the panels can change colour, hope they do that often.

[ballwizard]

oh btw my ACE ATTORNEY dual destinies post game review. LONG RAMBLE CHOCK FULL OF SPOILERS BELOW.. BEWARE!!!!!

ok SO. ending-wise it was fucking awesome. funnily enough while me and sal were on our own between playtime we ended up both getting spoiled on fulbright dying and something odd happening to him. On accident. So we both kind of knew what was coming, but not how or why. and id say it actually didn't take away from the surprise considering by the point you really hammer down on it, it's pretty obvious imo LOL. ALL the disguises threw me for a fucking LOOP!! i was like. Huh??? THIS GUY??? ironically all the big ones he did before the breakdown were ALL characters i voiced which was really really fun for me. i think the choice to have him impersonate phoenix last was so cool and the new sprites he gets RULE SO HARD. genuinely thought it was sick as hell. i miss you bobby every day of my life

something really funny that occurred was : Throughout the entire game sal decided they HATED Simon blacjquill. like genuine vitriol at seeing him. when we found out he was on deaths door they were like KILL HIM‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ OT WAS SO FUNNY. but by the end of the game they did nearly a complete 180 on him and he was the first character they doodled after finishing the game.Thwy were sooooo mad about liking him now

speaking of liking characters: my top fave new characters were DEFINITELY bobby fbright & damien tenma. i already talked about fulbright yadda yadda he's cute yadda yadda need him expoditiously yadda yadda cool ending. Damien on the other hand was the only side character that we were consistently SO happy to see literally EVERY time. (Excluding Bobby). Dude fucking rocks he's so weird and he owns. Cawwww caw caw caw

casewise i think the weakest might have been the monstrous turnabout? even though i LOVED damien the rest of the case was. It was okay? but with the rest of the cases being so interconnected jt just felt kind of out of place. hypocritically i found jinxie and filch and labelle kind of annoying despite liking damien... eye dee Kay. My Opinion. my fav case was the very last one i think. i would say it was the academy one but means just felt like a kinda weak villain. especially since it felt really obvious from the beginning with his whole shtick (which was ALSO annoying) and also his whole. Him. but i liked the whole bit with scuttlebutt & the trio. it was very cute. Also elephant in the room, robin, i felt DEFINITELY could have been handled better. but it really wasn't THAT bad, and i like that he retained her like, testosterone rage screaming despite him "getting revealed". In my beautiful mind they're gender fluid. Smiles serenely. it was also nice seeing klavier again but his 3d model is NOT DOING HIM WELL . i like his gay little intro animation though

oh yeah and the 3d. since we were playing the original trilogy concurrently to dd, we got to compare how the characters look pretty often and i found that it's kind of weird, but i understand why it was done & honestly it allowed them to do more fun stuff. like having bobby wave out of the window or all the shit with recreating the silhouette of the statue was REALLY fun to see and I thought it was cute as hell. Simon does look like he's poking himself in the eye though. the normal art in the game was cute too & i thought the cutscenes were fun when they showed up!

comparing it to the original trilogy, without rose tinted lenses of nostalgia & with direct referencing via.... playing them both at the same time... i really think it was a solid game. one thing i really, really liked about it vs the trilogy is that it's a lot more... easier?? straightforward?? it's hard to put into words but i NEVER felt like i had hit a dead end in investigating and didn't know where to go. the notes system as well as the button to look back at recent dialogue are SUPER helpful, and even if i might not have used them All the time, they really helped when we needed them lol. i LOVE. not having to present every single piece of evidence to a random during investigations and just PRAYINF that one of them make something happen. and especially since i was playing with someone else, and therefore took what could be week + long breaks between playtime, it was really useful to get back into the swing of things. ANYWAYS

Overall it was a really fun & engaging play!! me & sal enjoyed it a lot and it's got our gears turning and steam smokin and shit. we actually finished the second game right before finishing the last case of dd and it was fucking awesome. we started trials & tribulations (one case in!) and after that we might hit up the investigations games... and THEN we'll play spirit of justice. so that's the game plan teehee

Thank you for reading if you did lol ^__^ ❤️🌈‼️

[cat-esper]

WIP Intro | Music of the Spheres

Genre: YA science fantasy

Vibes: time travel and time loops, magic and science co-exist, running away from home, cults, you cannot change fate, Doctor Who-inspired

The Paladin Order exists to fight the evils no one else can, with all of time and space as their battleground. But their artificial magic will only work for a few. It's a dream and a dreadful fate that it works for Shay Finnegan. Shay, a smart-mouthed teen with a penchant for leaping into situations before considering the consequences, is excited to leave his old life behind and be a part of something bigger than himself. As a Paladin, he can protect innocent lives and discover the identity of the crazed man who showed up on his doorstep and claimed that Shay would one day bring things to ruin. When an influential ally is abducted, the Paladins are sent to investigate and find that it's the doing of a sinister cult dabbling in psychic experimentation at the behest of an alien force in the form of Music that drives listeners to lethal euphoria. Armed with his new magic and a guitar, and accompanied by fellow Paladin-in-training, Kri, Shay tracks them across time in his quest for answers. But time grows short and the influence of the Music is spreading. The deeper Shay goes, the more he realizes that this has all happened before. Time is a circle and one's ability to see the end does not mean the power to stop it. Shay should have just stayed home. But that wouldn't be much of a story, would it?

This story has been with me for so long and it's miles away from the seed of an idea where this all began, a rather unoriginal tale I worked on as a teenager. The character of Shay Finnegan has been with me since 2015 and I knew right away that his story was one I desperately needed to tell. This is a time travel story, a tragedy, the futility of trying to change fate. But it's also a beginning. This is where the Starfish Saga officially opens. This is the precursor to everything else.

These are a couple of Shay's songs that encompass the overall vibes of his story:

This I Love - Guns N Roses

Darkest Dreams - Dhalif Ali (improv cover)

[superlativesamsara]

Rose: Awaken==>

...You Wake rather abruptly, midstride, as sometimes happens, inevitably causing you to fall flat on your poor poor face as the mental feedback of memories new and old makes you miss your stride. The last thing you recall is an onrushing wave of blue fire that made things twist into shapes that should not be. The last thing you remember is setting out from town before the superstitious locals discovered you practiced "magick most foul" and decided they needed to burn you lest you invite some manner of demon or horror into their midst. Damn backwaters and their isolationist attitudes, even the minor cities are allowing branches of the Scholarium del Arcana to set up shop these days. After all, well educated mages are safe mages. Not that you'd know anything about that, because, of course, you're not a mage. Not even close.

The in-loop memories seem rather unusually potent this time, and you get the feeling that wherever you are, it's gonna be a long one, especially given the distinct lack of mental pressure from your branch's local patron deity and her micromanaging ways. You purposely crash the loop one time and she fucking never lets it go, even if she did later agree it was very deserved. Then again, not having her ever-present watchful eye is enough to leave you nervous. What could possibly be so important that Ananke would loosen her grasp on the reins even slightly? You decide you don't want to know, and in fact, you don't want to consider it further lest you draw in her attention.

You take a few more moments to let the pain of both the hard fall on your face and the migraine of integrating with the self you just got put in the shoes of before trying to dig a bit deeper into your loop memories, trying to figure out what, precisely, you are. It takes a few minutes but soon you think you understand it.

As is your wont, you decide to think of it in terms of tabletop classes and tropes, and the nearest you can recall is that you're a Kineticist, a living conduit between this plane and the elemental chaos. Specifically, your primary affinities are to Air and Light, manifesting as the ability to draw out raw elemental essences of lightning and radiance and use them to accomplish a myriad of magic-adjacent effects.

Though you've got a marked affinity to these two specific elements, you feel the others swirling just out of reach, and know that you could grasp them if you simply reached for them... but somehow you also know it would be a bad idea to force them, and after a moments consideration you realize why. Your body is currently heavily saturated with your affinity elements, and from this you gather that your flesh is still very much mortal, and that you have had to take the time to acclimate your body to the elemental forces you can wield through gradual exposure to them, and further that while you could force other types of energy through and survive, it wouldn't be pleasant by any means unless you introduced them in a similar manner.

So, for the time being, your repertoire seems to consist of powers drawn from Essence of The Sky and Essence of Light. Well, that, and things your Unawake self managed to figure out how to do with them. Among others, you can form your essential energies into simple objects, mostly weapons, ionize and compress the air about you to cushion a fall, not unlike the "icarus system" from Deus Ex, or infuse someone with healing light to mend their wounds. A fine place to start, though the limits of your powers will require rigorous testing.

It's been so long since you've gotten to try something wholly new, you can't help but feel a bit giddy at the idea. It's only then that you think to check if you can reach your Pocket, and you find that, though it takes a bit more effort to get to for some reason, all your things are still safely stored in the pocket dimension forged from your excess of soul energy, exactly where you left them.

You pull out your phone from your Pocket, ignoring the anachronisms of using it in a High Fantasy loop, and... why is tumblr installed...? You don't remember making this account! What the actual FUCK is this?! Multiversal contact?! Mages from parallel realities?! Androids?! A previous incarnation you don't remember?! Doppelgängers?! SOUL FRAGMENTS?!?!

Your name is Rose Strider and you are absolutely fucking pissed. You can almost hear that Someone Upstairs is laughing at you.

[boobachu]

Sonic Prime gush

No one wants to talk about this and I don'[t want to spoil people so hiding under read more

Okay so first off: I hate the prime universe. Big is ugly, Knuckles sounds weird, Amy acts weird, Shadow acts weird, Rouge isn't showing her titties and everyone sort of acts like a budget 3D children's cartoon. The way they smile, and stand it scared me it was like Sonic Boom or Pac-Man or Mega Man...

Tho I looooove the animation, sometimes they seem to move like claymation, they're actually animated like cartoon characters! Something in the games Ive only seen in Sonic CHampionship and Sonic Riders!!

Also even tho the prime universe sucks, you barely see it!

Tho.. the weird wormy story telling is like... "dude why didn't you just have a longer intro instead of jumping back to finish the intro"

Like, it persists through the whole season so like... aunno I don't get it. My friend said that Ben10 man wrote this and it's a Ben10 thing but I never watched Ben10

Oh yeah I love Sonic's voice, like... he actually sounds like Sonic for once! It's very modern but like... duh. It's not 1999 anymore (sadly) so he kinda sounds like what corporate thinks is a tiktok but oh cool there's foxy comics in Sonic's world

(oh yeah! I can screeny on VLC!)

Like, aunno Sonic looks off but I also kinda love how he looks like those Y2K Archie comics like...

Also, isn't it weird that Rouge was made into a good guy instead of a dubious guy?

Also Rouge is the best she's been since SA2. The personality is... eh, but her mannerisms are great.

Also this smile reminds me of Robot Chicken

Like did Seth Mcfarline make this? It reminds me of Toyfaire theatre titan maximum

Also it's weird the egg-o-matic isn't in the series? Like supposedly this is canon now so like.. where's the egg mobile?

It's weird how Amy is sorta like the brains (tactics) instead of Rouge or Tails or Sonic. Kinda reminds me of Sally Acorn.

Tho the AU Amys are fantastic like it's almost like she's Sonic's rival like Knuckles used to be. I love seeing them fight! I fucking hate the baby Robotnik tho.

Also it's weird that only Sonic Underground world got AU Robotnik(s) but Junghole and pirate world didn't.

Like, this is all we get? Where's colonial eggman or monarch eggman... well I guess both are the same...

Where's Good Robotnik? I want to see a universe where Sonic's pals n gals are the villain and Robotnik is the force of good.

This is going to be 24 episodes and it's not (quite) Quantum Leap in that it's episodic... it's more worm spaghetti.

Also

I fucking DIED when he said his name! NINE?!?!! They did it! They made him canon!!!!

Well only sorta... not really... well I mean hey.

Also is this a Spider-man 2 reference... except Spider-man saves Doc Ock?

(God that smear) XDDDD

Also it's weird that like, they seem to reference the classic games?

but like, later Sonic remembers Knuckles in the hidden palace but the floating island doesn't seem to exist? Like is the hidden palace in green hill?

Cuz like the stupid palm tree is a reality anchor, there's the loop-de-loop, nexus of shattering, and a palm tree they "gave" to Sonic because I don't know the real superpower of teamwork?

Also Sonic seems to be sorta connected the the crystal he shattered? Like the glue to the multiverse? Pretty weird.

Nine would be my favorite character if not for Rusty Rose.

Like she's the Robotniks' lap dog but she seems to be roboticized but more robocop than SatAM (which, Wildbrain is basically new DiC) and she's a formidable opponent and I love her?

She is basically mind-controlled by the Robotniks (then later Nine) so I wonder how much of her is her and how much of her is programming and how much of her is lost...

Also I wonder how long until someone makes fetish art of Nine controlling Rusty (I'm busy working on JG so not it)

Shadow seems to be lost in the void and can only communicate with Sonic when he's running fast which causes him to warp similar to Sonic CD

Sonic also warps when he touches a jewel (sorta like Sonic CD except no)

I wonder if there will be six worlds: one that focuses on each character's social problem, on the rewatch I realized Amy cared about forests in the shattering, which, the jungle episode is about Thorny Rose wanting to defend the jungle at all costs.

So is SU world about Nine needing Sonic?

is pirate world about Knuckles not thinking?

Will there be a Rouge, Robotnik and Sonic worlds?

Will Blaze or different Sonics be in the show?

Aunno!

This is an interesting sight to see.

Also

Rings actually act like rings???? What is this nonsense?!

Wait someone in the credits is Miles "Tails" Wyrth? XDDD okay I mean how can you not

Aunno, kinda feels like they wasted the first season stevenbombing but like... aunno it's good.

If they release it on BluRay I'll buy it (downloaded Mkvs off a website)

I do wonder how Shadow plays into the story cuz it kinda hints that only Sonic is lost and no one is "split up" but time is breaking down or something but like...

They're air shoes.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: Sonic Prime: Episode 1 Shattered

(Spoilers if you havent watched it)

-Sonic is running late to an eggman fight.

-So I really like Big’s voice. It fits him

-Sonics little intro is great.

-Shadow is mentioned and is like “We... will get to him later”

-So I love all the character designs. I like how Rouge is style. (I think the update is a welcome change)

-I am not crazy  about knuckles voice. I prefered Travis Willinghams in Sonic boom. But I adore Amy’s it fits so well

-The quick banter between each one shows the dynamic he has with the team,

-Sonic is into amy, They are so flirting

-Sonic didnt listen and shattered the prism

-I do wish they didnt do this out of order but... its like a mystery.

-Okay so the fight animation is so fluid, really sells Sonics speed.

-New Yoke city. Chaos Council? Damn its nuts. Reminds me of Sonic Satam

-Sonic sees the Big look alike and got so happy, Baby boy

-Sonic did pretty well avoiding bots

-And a flashback.

-Eggman is baiting sonic to destroy his bot. Which tails warned him. But sonic didnt get it

-Sonic only got baited by Eggman insulting tails. And then just completely missed the point

-Eggman used Sonic to make an earthquake to get to the prism

-ORBOT AND CUBOT!

-”Papa wants his prism”

-i SAW THAT YEAR REFERENCE. 1992

-Sonic brought him comics to cheer up tails

-Sonic is such a sweetie. He wants to apologize to tails

-Tails figured it out quick

-ROUGE EXPLAINS IT ALL (Also. I do love the voice they gave her. She is all cool like a spy)

Rouge has great character acting (all of the character acting is great)

-Rouge reveals the door is open

-The comedy is is amusing

-The loopty loop

-Eggman monologuing

-Orbot and Cubot are both idiots

-The Paradox prism looks cool as heck

-Sonic MISSED THE DUMPSTER

-Amy is evil?

-Babels? Who?

-BABY TOY ROBOT?!

-The music shift was unexpected

-I like how the robot is crawling and acting like a baby. It give it character

-ITS A BABY EGGMAN!!!! HES WEIRDLY ADORABLE

-ROUGE AND KNUCKLES!

-Wait the Rouge is called Rebel?

-The knuxouge still counts!

-That may look like tails but not him

-OH S*** HE GOT NINE TAILS

-OH he calls himself Nine. He got mechanical legs

-This is a cool fight

-Damn tails/Nine is a badass

-So I think Rouge and Knuckles are good guys

-Nine is vicious

-Sonic banter is funny

-Sonic saved him

-Sonic looks so heartbroken that tails doesnt recognize him

-Oh snap! Pixel flashbacks!

-Nine’s back story

-Nine is just a kid. Someone give him hugs

-Nine wants to know about the other world

-Sonic telling Nine about his world

-Nine fixes the problem and Sonic gets a wardrobe outfit

-My theory is sonic got paradox prism energy

-Sonic loving his new style

-Sonic in an incredibles trap

-AMY!

-Oh no... Rusty Rose. Thats a cool name

-Not a robot... but a cyborg

- OH S*** THE CHAOS COUNCIL

-its like eggman, but in different stages of life

-Oldest is Dr.Done it (cause he has done it)

-Dr. deep. (tHE THEATER KID EGGMAN)

-Dr. dont (The teen eggman)

-Dr. Bables (Adorable)

- Mr.Dr. Eggman. He is eggman with hair

-Sonic is a mood

- OHHH, this is a world without sonic

-Rusty please stop helping

-Sonic is just pure Quips

-Damn, Amy is cold blooded

-SONIC SLOW TIME

- Sonic handling the test casually

-Sonic hurt that amy is hardless

-OMG FLICKY. She has a flicky core

-Sonic is going crazy fast

-They keep calling him wrong mammale names

-Shadow?!

-Tails still has hope in him

-Amy figured out something is up

-Sonic collecting rings

-And The first person shot before Shadow appears

-The theme music

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Overall, I am left with more questions than answers

but the animation is steller

The New Yoke city is a great local

The comedy is amusing

I do wish it didnt end on a cliff hanger

Solid 8/10

[elias-code]

Two Left Hooves [1/7]

Choose your own adventure ~ "Intro"

Characters: Technoblade x gn!reader, Philza, Eret

Summary: This is a choose-your-own-adventure!! You met Techno through Phil, helping him get rid of his headache after hibernation. He was immediately infatuated with you. Techno invites you to go to Eret's banquet. When you arrive to prepare for the banquet, he tells you that he will only sleep in his room with you if you wanted, now you get to choose if you want to sleep with him or not…

Warnings: Cussing

--- Phil ---

“Hey, Techno,” I peeked my head around the corner, holding the letter behind my back away from his line of sight.

“Hullo,” He turned to me, hands still in his hair, pin sticking out of his mouth. He was braiding his pink hair, unaware that his worst nightmare was about to come true. “So, mate,” I walked in, hands still behind my back, “I got some mail.”

“Mhm,”

“You remember the egg?”

“Yeah, what about it?” He turned back to the mirror, inspecting the last loop he’d made.

“Eret is hosting another banquet,”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, you’re invited,” his face in the mirror went pale, “since you’re the one who yeeted it.”

Techno paused, unmoving. Slowly, he tied the ribbon at the bottom of the braid, securing it with the pin. He made eye contact with me, his eyes were begging me to yell psych! and run out the door. Instead, I held the opened letter, once hidden behind me, up in the air, presenting it to him.

“Phil…”

“Yeah?” I laughed, this was the most scared I’ve ever seen him.

“You’re joking, right?”

“Nope, look.” I shook it at him, flipping it over to show Eret’s handwriting: To Technoblade and Philza Minecraft.

He shuddered slightly, finally turning to me and taking the letter from my hands. It read:

Technoblade and Philza,

This may seem strange and menacing, but I promise it’s not. Ever since the red banquet disaster, I’ve been thinking about how much I think the people of this server need a pick-me-up. We needed a re-do.

So, I’ve decided to host a banquet, this time out in the open with no bullshit. There’ll be drinks, games, and dancing, and I want you to be there. Since you had a lot to do with the egg’s eventual downfall, I personally think you need to be there, Technoblade.

I’ll tell you what I’ve told everyone else. There’s a plus-one requirement for safety reasons (buddy system), and so I’ve addressed this to both of you. I look forward to your attendance! I suggest wearing something else since I don’t want anyone having flashbacks when they see your royal gown.

On the back of the card, Eret wrote the coordinates and information about the dress code. The card had gold decorations on the edges, curling and twisting like vines, dotted with golden roses complete with thorns. The dress code specified that the suggested colours were black, white, blue, and gold, hence the bordering roses.

“Do you own anything you think you could wear?” I asked as he handed the card back to me.

“I still have the Arctic coat, but if this is anywhere near L’Manburg, it’s gonna be too hot for that.”

“Right, I might have to make something for you then,”

“Alright,” He hesitated, “Do I have to go? That’s a lot of enemies in one place…”

“Yeah, sorry mate, you have to go.” I put the card back into the envelope, closing and pocketing it. “Oh, wait, one thing Techno,”

“There’s more?”

“Um, I can’t go.”

“What?” “I can’t go to the banquet,” I was lying, but he didn’t need to know that, “I’m supposed to be at the ocean monument that day.”

“And your fishing can’t wait?” He raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged. “Who am I supposed to bring?”

“I dunno, mate,” I shrugged and clicked my heel against the floor, “Maybe you can bring that bird I introduced you to… if you can find them.”

— Techno —

“Phil, who’s this?” I had walked into the kitchen, half-dressed. I was not expecting to see someone else sitting at the table. They looked at me, smiling and waving.

“Oh hello sleepyhead,” Phil remarked, stirring the rabbit stew that hung over the fireplace, “I dunno, they don’t seem to have a name.”

“Hello!” I looked back at them. They were dressed in forest green pants, tucked into black boots lined by silver buttons with fancy engravings, laced in leather strips, looped and tied at the top of the boot. Their top was one of mine, an old long-sleeved white cotton top Phil had probably found in the back of the closet. They had a golden-yellow scarf slung over their shoulders. I waved awkwardly, still half asleep.

“You don’t have a name?” I asked, still confused.

“Uh, I guess not. Phil’s the only person I’ve seen in a while.” They said, pointing at him. He was closing the white under-curtains, almost like he was avoiding the interaction.

“Then what do I call you?”

“Phil’s been calling me the bird.”

“Bird, huh?”

“He says it's because I’m migrating.”

That was strange enough as it was, and I decided to leave it there. Talking was making my headache worse, so I walked over to the stew, immediately recognizing the smell of carrots, potatoes, and chicken over the rabbit smell. My stomach grumbled, attempting to convince me to shove my face into the pot and gorge myself, but I pulled back.

“Is it ready yet, Phi?” I asked.

“No, it still has a couple of minutes, don’t go touching it yet. We should all eat together.”

I could wait a bit longer, I supposed. The smell was enticing, but my attention still lingered on the “bird” sitting at the table, reading a book. I sat down at the table and thumped my head onto it, only to make my headache worse.

“Ughhhh,” I groaned.

“You ok?” The bird asked.

“Headache,”

“Ah, I have something for that!” They picked up a bag from the floor and rummaged around in it for a bit before pulling out a small vial of green liquid. They uncorked it and an overwhelming spinach smell washed over me. “It might smell odd, but it works wonders.”

I lifted my head off the table and took the vial from them, inspecting it.

“Is this thing safe to drink?” I furrowed my eyebrows at them, looking for dishonesty.

They snatched it from me and took a swig, swiftly handing it back to me. “Take that as a yes.” They said.

— The Bird —

I knocked on the door, shivering slightly in the cold. I wore three layers, an undershirt, a turtleneck, and a thick coat. I got a letter a couple of days ago from Technoblade, asking me to go to the banquet with him and inviting me to stay at his cabin before the banquet. I accepted and sent the letter the same day since I knew the mail was slow. Just one day later, I hopped on my horse and made my way to the far arctic.

Techno opened the door and ushered me inside, shutting the door behind me.

“Jesus, you’re shivering,” he said, grabbing his cape off its stand and wrapping me with it. Thankfully, my face was already red enough from the cold that he didn’t notice me blush.

“Is your horse outside?”

“Yeah, I tied her up to the post,” I pulled the enormous cloak tighter to me, “but I don’t think she should stay there for long, it's too cold.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back.” He said, turning from me and walking out the door. The sudden freezing breeze pushed me into the living room, near the fire. I sat down in an armchair and Steve wandered over to say hello.

“Hey, Steve…” I offered my hand to him and he sniffed it, grunting in my face with his fishy breath, “You do not smell good, big boy…”

He huffed like he understood what I said and I chuckled. He sat at my feet as I scratched his head. “At least you’re soft, Steve.” You smiled, “Good boy…”

The door opened and slammed again, Techno walked over dusting his hands off and Steve lumbered over to greet him.

“Hello Steve, you’ve inspected them, yeah?” He baby talked at him. The polar bear was big, almost as tall as Techno standing on all fours. It was strange to see such a big man 'baby talk' an apex predator, so you laughed a bit to yourself.

“What?” He asked, patting Steve on the head.

“Nothing, you’re just being cute.”

He smiled and sat himself down on the couch, crossing his legs and looking at you.

“If I’d left you out there any longer, you would have gotten frostbite,”

You realized you were still shivering in his cloak, “Yeah, thanks for not letting me die out there, and for the cape,”

“If I’d let you die, I wouldn’t have a date for the banquet.”

“Ooh, I’m a date now, am I?” I teased.

He blushed and looked away, still smiling.

“I suppose so,” he whispered.

He stood and offered a hand to me. I took it and stood, following him upstairs to his room, the only bedroom in the house. The room had recently been tidied, the paintings on the wall included snowy landscapes and one of a wither. The curtains were open, the night sky illuminating the room. The moonlight made everything a pale blue, almost making Techno’s hair purple.

“I don’t have anywhere else for you to stay right now unless you want to sleep on the couch.”

“Are you also sleeping here?”

“Only if you’re ok with it,” He said, kneeling by the fireplace and setting logs on the grate.

Would he really? He seems so shy…

— Technoblade —

I could feel my blood rush to my face as they asked if I’d sleep with them. I turned to the fireplace and lit the fire, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Only if you’re ok with it,” I said.

They paused and my heartbeat harder, unsure what they were going to say. I started preparing the fire, putting the hesitation out of my mind.

////////UNDER CONSTRUCTION BRRRRRRRRR (2/3 complete)///////

Do you allow him to sleep with you?

Yes, tell him you’re going to be cold and need the body heat. (NSFW)

Ask where he wants to sleep. (Fluff)

No, respectfully suggest he sleep on the couch. (SFW)

[cosplayinamerica]

Stained Glass Belle from Beauty & the Beast : yaldamn // photo: @allisonthephotographer

Belle has always been one of my favorite Disney princesses but I had never found the motivation to cosplay her. People had already done gorgeous interpretations of Belle so I didn’t think I had anything new to add. But then one day I was rewatching the movie and at the end the camera zooms out to show a stained glass window portrait of Belle and the Beast in prince form. I thought it was beautiful and super artistic so my brain immediately went to “how do I do this.” Plus any time I have the opportunity to incorporate a background into my cosplay I’m game.

Originally, I thought maybe I could be the stained glass window itself (similar to how I did my Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3 cosplay) but then I thought what if instead of just cutting a face hole for Belle I actually became her and replicated my makeup in a stained glass fashion so it’d all blend into the aesthetic.

I met Costume Super Center when I was at NYCC cosplaying Hypebeast Princess Peach and later they reached out asking if there was any cosplay on my list that I’d be willing to make a tutorial for. They mentioned general ideas of things that could work and when they said Disney this cosplay immediately came to mind. It had been on my list forever so this seemed like the perfect opportunity to bring it to life. I’m very grateful that Costume Super Center was down to let me do my thing and pursue this idea. I also wanted to write a tutorial that could be useful outside of just one specific cosplay. I’ve incorporated backgrounds into my cosplays for years whether it’s been for Stranger Things, Sailor Moon VHS, intro Faye Valentine, etc. So doing a stained glass window background seemed like a very “me” thing I could explain and share with others. Plus learning the basics of attaching a background to your cosplay could go beyond just stained glass Belle and be versatile for whatever your needs may be.

The actual window background itself was a long process of foam work and Photoshop. I touched up the stained glass image, cleaning up lines and removing Belle and the Beast so it would just be the window then had it printed as a giant poster. From there I made a frame out of EVA foam, scoring it and adding fake painted roses on top for detail. There’s a box attached to the poster and hidden by my back where I looped armature wire that I could wrap around my shoulders like a backpack. Unfortunately I came out with the tutorial right before Covid so I was never able to test run it in the wild of a convention but hopefully once everything is safe again I’ll get the opportunity.

What I love about cosplay is that there’s a huge variety of reasons people do it. Some people want to pay homage to their favorite show. Some want to feel powerful and awesome like their favorite character. Some really admire the aesthetic of certain designs. It’s a very freeing hobby that allows for so many different interpretations and that’s amazing. I think what’s changed for me over the years of cosplaying is that I’ve truly begun thinking of it as an art form as opposed to just playing dress up. Don’t get me wrong, if you want to buy a cosplay and be the character and that’s it then that’s totally okay! You do you as long as you have fun with it and be kind.

As I’ve cosplayed more and more I’ve seen the ingenuity and creativity of fellow creators and it’s truly inspired me to not let the outside perception of cosplay as some frivolous nerd hobby stop me from considering it an art. People have some INCREDIBLE cosplays that are on par with paintings, runway fashion, you name it. Being able to explore the cosplay realm and see people be encouraged to put their own spin on their cosplays has increased my love and admiration for the community.

https://campsite.bio/yaldamn

[wildswrites]

guess who’s doing camp nanowrimo? spoilers, it’s me.

Project: Project Hero Current Word Count: 37k Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Tagline: A spliced kitchen worker gets pulled into keeping the prince alive. Themes: coming of age, pining idiots, lgbt+ cast, internal conflict, family - blessing or curse, love and sacrifice, social mobility. Main Characters: Keona Warden, Bastian Warden, Ace Firefly, Cairo Wildfire, Wyatt “Wick” Barrington, Cordelia “Quin” Barrington, and Xavion “Zay” Staffordshire.

I’ve been working on project hero for... a few weeks now, and at the point of writing this I am at around 37k. I’m hoping to hit at least 40k by the end of the month, meaning that I will be at 90k at the end of April, and hopefully near the end of the novel! More information about Project Hero below the cut!

taglist:  @kentwrites @jostenwrites @icarianneil @eastwrites @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @super-writer-gal @ashen-crest @starfast @thewolfofthestars @strangerays

SYNOPSIS:

spliced kitchen worker keona warden may not have the perfect life, but at least it’s relatively normal. she gets up in the morning, kisses her mom goodbye, and heads to work with her brother and her father. she visits her father in the stables. she bothers her brother out on the grounds. she works until she can’t feel her fingers anymore, and she goes home to sleep it off until the next morning. but all of that is thrown for a loop when her father is injured by a horse kick to the ribs.

when she gives him one of her mother’s potions to keep him from the brink of death, she captures the interest of one prince wyatt barrington- a young man dying for a distraction. and when a prince takes interest in you, interesting things are bound to happen… especially when that prince is caught up in the facts and exactly how these circumstances do not match the facts at all.

someone who is spliced is at least 10% animal of some sort… and spliced cannot be a host for the magic required to make such potions. keona didn’t make it, which should be easy to explain, except… her mother is a moon mage living in hiding, afraid to be captured and sent away to serve another kingdom, since their healing magic is so rare. so keona lies… and everything gets even more crazy from there.

Keona "Keo" Warden: kitchen worker spliced with reptile DNA. Bastian “Bas” Warden: Keo’s adopted brother, a rose ‘planter.’ Ace Firefly: a fey sex worker and Keo’s best friend. Cairo Wildfire: a Moon Mage raised by the fey. Wyatt "Wick" Barrington: a Magica prince with a learning focus. Cordelia “Quin” Barrington: the crowned Magica princess, Wick’s sister. Xavion “Zay” Staffordshire: prince of Podusan, Quin’s husband to be.

✹ intro post ✹ wip tag ✹ worldbuilding tag ✹ playlist (spotify) ✹ unsplash album ✹ taglist post

ESLAIPAN: a Magica based country that is the center of the story. VENADA: a nearby Magica based country. PODUSAN: a nearby Shifter based country- home to Xavion. KAIRYN: a nearby dragon based country.

[kaeda-the-wolf]

This is just a bit of an intro to the band.

This story was first created between myself and a dear friend of mine. We wanted to write a fun fanfic story about a bunch of different metal bands. We created our own characters, picked a band name, and decided we wanted to try and write the wildest story we could following the characters. Ten years later it's evolved into this thing that lives rent free in our hearts, mine especially. We got some 40 or 50 chapters in on the original draft and after complications of the site it was originally posted on crashing, which caused us to lose 5 chapters, plus getting caught up with life, it sat and collected dust for a while.

While it was shelved, we still constantly discussed ideas and characters and finally, about 5 years ago, we sat down and really plotted the story out, revised some things, and created a new character or two. We got so far into a re-write before life got in the way again. With permission of my lovely friend, I've taken the story over, because we didn't put so much love into this for it to just sit and not have anything be done with it. That said, for the first 12 or so chapters, anything that's written from River's POV, I cannot take credit for.

Everything from about that point on will be written by me, though it was planned in great detail by myself and my friend.

As I said this is a fanfic, featuring more than a few of our favorite bands. We've taken some liberties with this, of course, and therefore I feel a need to ADAMENTLY state that nothing in this piece of writing has ever happened and that everything is entirely a work of fiction. This piece is meant to be a love letter to heavy metal, to these bands, and to the art of storytelling. Maybe one day I'll take the time to sit down and reimagine this little world that my friend and I have created and turn it into something completely original, but it is definitely not this day.

All that said, I do hope whoever picks this up enjoys it.

Content Warning: this has a little bit of language. It's just a bit of an intro.

Word count: 695

River

Stockholm, Sweden

The lights dimmed in such a way that made the energy peak in a matter of heartbeats. The crowd’s voice rose as one, a mighty roar with a chant echoing behind it:

“Memento Mori!”

A mantra repeated again and again. 

Remember that you will die. 

Harsh, but undeniably true. We all succumbed to the harsh realities of life with the only certainty being that everyone would, in fact, die in the end.

But though that was the only certainty of the future at this point, I chose to divert my eyes to the present, to the sliver between the curtains where thousands of emotional faces conjoined with their chanting. Bodies of all ages and sizes and backgrounds here to marvel at our gift.

Scott handed me one of my guitars, a Kirk Hammett signature ESP (fitting for the song about to be played), customized only to feature my signature camo paint job. I looped the leather strap over my neck, letters scrawled “RY”. River Young. The joke was that the initials were my name so the crew found it appropriate to identify me as Ry. But the strap was my first, worn and scathed from years of travel, given to me by a man I owed my life to. “Good luck,” Scott said and we clasped hands in a second of comradery, guitarist and the tech who kept her life organized.

Low thrumming came from Oblivion’s bass guitar and I forced myself back to the present again, the screaming of the crowd demanding my attention. The first of our brigade had snuck up on stage without their detection. I made my way up the ramp to the back of the stage, Tygo—our fearless and indescribably patient manager—slapping my hand in a low-five as I went by. The drums, a steady beat of snare and symbols, joined the thrumming, the pulsing, my own heart rate picking up to match the tempo.

Before I was even fully on the stage, I began strumming out the solid riff of Metallica's iconic Orion. Jess’ guitar doubled mine as we both strutted onto the stage, the lights coming up in a blinding wave. The screaming intensified.

“Are you motherfuckers ready to party?” Jess called into her microphone as I took a stand to her right. The crowd’s volume rose. In a Children of Bodom tank topped with a leather jacket, black tendrils falling down her back, she looked like a well-entitled member of metal royalty. “I can’t hear you!” More clamoring for recognition.

I begin to strum out the chords, fingers dancing down the neck of the guitar, letting the strings sing. Oblivion hammered on his bass across the stage from me, the humanized representation of his instrument. Broad shoulders, long thick pitch black hair, chiseled facial structure. This song was one of his favorites; you could see it by the intensity in his expression, tightness in his shoulders.

His twin brother, Avaalon, matched the pace with his drums, crimson hair whipping around his head as he jammed out from the back of the stage, our insignia proudly displayed on the bass drum. A grinning grim reaper, Memento Mori painted in blood red across it.

Kristian had appeared last, tapping out the notes for his own keyboard arrangement, making the whole song sound a bit more on our end of the genre. Symphonic metal with the traces of death metal that Jessii thrived on. Kris, the only one with short hair—almond colored—already grinning like it was Christmas morning as his fingers charged away across the white surface of his keyboard.

As my own hands continued their job, I marveled at these individuals as if it were our first time performing together. All so different, all so very wounded and beat up from life. We were a little fucked up and alone to start with, but what brought us together is also what helped us heal. And that’s what came from the guitars, Oblivion's bass, Kristian's keys, Avaalon's drums, and Jessii's voice; the music we had been making together for the last four years. I was not looking at band mates or even friends. They were my family.

[yellraiser]

Duskenfleur Flower Festival Appeal 2021

(But it’s not even for Piers, so why is it on this blog??)

Entrant: Bell Kuycae of Paxem Class: Mage Song: 6.24 by Danger (with an extended intro) Outfit: Bell is wearing a dark green tuxedo jacket, black dress shirt (with white tie), a green cincher and dark green tights with black high-heeled boots. Their top hat and fancy cane match the same green as the jacket and cincher, but these don't stick around for long. Pokemon:

Boarome (Grass/Ground) Ability: Overgrow -Frenzy Plant -Power Whip -Earthquake -Stone Edge

Immolocust (Fire/Bug) Ability: Blaze -Blast Burn -Blaze Kick -Will O' Wisp -Infestation

Kiloguana (Water/Electric) Ability: Torrent -Thunderbolt -Liquidation -Thunder -Wild Charge

THE PERFORMANCE:

[0:00-0:10 on a loop] Bell walks into the middle of the ring, a giant circle of light sand put down beforehand by their Boarome and Heracross, and projects their voice, trying to make sure they can be clearly heard by everyone in the arena. "Esteemed guests! Valued friends, dearest family, hated foes, I bring you only the very best that my people, my region, my Pokemon, have to offer!" They swing their arms out, releasing the three fully-evolved Paxem starters; Boarome, then Immolocust, finally Kiloguana, all wearing white paint over their fur, chitin, and scales to evoke a different Ultra Beast. With their opponents now on the field, Bell continues. "We're a small region, but a veritable paradise with a wondrous history that we'd like to share! Through this dance, my Pokemon and I will spin you the yarn passed down from elder to elder, to elder, to me. The story of how our beloved Shubliette, the Pokemon who cares for the children of Paxem--" They interrupted themselves with a flourish of their top hat, flipping it inside out into a wooden mask shaped like a goat's head, and spinning around their cane, which once the blur stopped had become a spear with twin black ribbons trailing from its head. "--laid low the invaders that came to destroy us all."

[0:10] With the music finally kicking in, Bell released a wave of black mist with a wave of their arm, met by an Infestation from Immolocust, now looking more like a Blacephalon in the mixture of smog and fireflies. This was the cue for the other two Pokemon to back off for now, instead pacing around the ring like predators watching for an opening in their prey's defenses. The insect began to twirl a Will O' Wisp around their feet, eventually dribbling it up into a soccer ball-sized orb of flame as it squared off against its owner. [0:51] With its attack fully ready, the Immolocust uses a Blaze Kick to send the ball flying at Bell, who took it head on, flames washing over their body as they were pushed back into the circling Kiloguana, meriting a shove into the fray in response. Another Will O' Wisp was being readied, a stand-in for the ancient Ultra Beast's Mind Blown attack, and sent it at Bell, who caught it with the spear, swinging it around and leaving a ring of fire before the champion, then returning the ball to sender with a mighty slash downwards, ruining the third one it was working on. [1:06] With the ranged attacks clearly ineffective, the bug stepped in, and Bell lowered their spear in readiness, dragging it along the ground as the two combatants circled in an opposing direction to the outer two. Like a pair of samurai locked in a duel, they feinted and faked out the other, never quite landing a hit, the fiery Blaze Kicks and spear swings instead leaving crimson smoke trails behind them. [1:35] Sick of the charades, a Blast Burn is released, sending columns of flame around Immolocust, the first narrowly catching the sidestepping trainer, who then circled in for a jab only to be met with another flame pillar timed to the music. Bell was prepared for this, however, and quickly pirouetted around it, the lateral momentum of their body bringing the spear with it, finally connecting to the side of the Pokemon's head, but where there should have been a sickening crack or a cry of pain, there was only more of that crimson smoke, as Immolocust blew away in the spear swing's resulting wind.

[1:50]With the music picking up, and the first of the three down for the count, it's now the Xurkitree-painted Kiloguana's turn! It slams into the ring, kicking up its own blue smoke as it does. This match is more timed to the increased tempo, with the lizard's various thunderbolts raining down in time with the beat, each time striking Bell, who keeps popping up somewhere else in the ring every time they're hit, each time getting closer and closer to the target. [2:21] With the song's stutter, Bell's finally right in front of Kiloguana, but uses the spear to vault over its head and onto the ground behind it. The beast immediately goes for an upside-down Liquidation, with Bell narrowly avoiding it by sliding beneath like an action movie character. Once it stops, Kiloguana tries it again with a Wild Charge, crashing directly into its trainer, who's holding off the physical barrage using only the spear, releasing more blue smoke among the arcing yellow bolts. And when the electricity finally stops, Bell uses Kiloguana's grip on the spear to flip it onto its side, the raising the spear up for a final jab. [2:50] In time with the drop, the jab is interrupted by a Thunder, the bolt from the blue striking the spear like a lightning rod, sundering it into two halves and sending Bell reeling back again. Another Thunder, completely missing the trainer, but once the flash of lightning subsides, Bell is closer. Another Thunder, aimed at where Bell had reappeared, but they're now even closer when the flash dissipates. Not wanting to continue this scene out of a horror movie, Kiloguana skips going for a third Thunder and instead just barrels at Bell, forming up a Liquidation mid-charge... [3:04]... That's then completely overridden by Bell rushing forward, too, suddenly behind the midair Kiloguana like an anime character who just landed the fatal blow, the "shwing!" in the backing track lining up perfectly with their own slice. But where there should be blood, there's instead more blue smoke, billowing out of its Pokemon-shaped form and spilling out across the ring, mixing with the low-hanging shroud of red and black.

[3:13] Now it's just Boarome, painted to look like a Guzzlord and still warily watching its victim-to-be. The two circle around each other again and again, Bell spinning the now-halved spear, before finally making the leap towards their foe. [3:19] Stone Edge after Stone Edge results in massive spikes jutting from the sand, trying to stop Bell in their tracks, but instead of becoming a hindrance, they become the path, with the warrior leaping off of them as they rise, moving closer and closer. [3:25] The stutter in the song again matches up to the events progressing, as Bell finally reaches Boarome's head, only to be Power Whipped back into a Stone Edge spike, green smoke erupting from their mouth as they impact the rock with the sound of SOMETHING breaking. They then drop to the ground, stumbling at first and still spewing the freaky fog, but then seeing something that makes them start moving in the opposite direction as soon as humanly possible. [3:34] Boarome charges, crashing through the spires it had constructed to slow down its trainer, who was now climbing up and leaping across them in an attempt to outrun the bigger beast. As Boarome's speed increased, so too did Bell's desperation, abandoning the ruined spear entirely in the mess of debris around them. [4:01] Finally, just when they were running out of rocky road to run through, Bell launched themselves upwards, onto the head of Boarome, whose following glance skywards was interrupted by the human landing feet-first onto its head, dropping it onto the very last Stone Edge shard in the ring. And for the third time, the Pokemon made no sound, no cry of anguish, just disappeared into smoke that filled the floor of the arena, as if it had never been there at all.

[4:08] Standing atop the jagged rock, Bell sighed and moved to sit down, still balancing on top. As their eyes closed, the various trails of smoke convened around them, spiraling at the base of their pointy seat and moving upwards like the grasping tentacles of countless angry spirits. The colours rose, and as Bell awoke and tried reaching for the spear that had been cast to the ground earlier, the haze's grip tightened, crushing the lone stone. As the fog cleared, it was like they were never there at all...

[lyricalimerence]

10 Things I Hate About You • 002

masterlist • 001, 002, 003... coming soon

Chapter Two — Heinous Bitches & Cliché Bets

summary: intro to kacey & the bet is made between kelce + topper

word count: 2196

warnings: mentions of smut like two or three lines total, swear words, and high school stupidity. oh, how i miss the dickstains i go to school with 😌.

a/n: i actually love writing kacey's character. n e who, this is for @popcsheyward because i'm making jj simp for u

Deep in the heart of the high school, a class of bored and inattentive seniors doodle in their notebooks and up the exposed skin on their arms; others text, their phones “hidden” beneaths their desks. Kacey Brooks was in the middle of it all. Everyone knew her, whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. It was the advent of spring, encroaching on summer, and on an island, that means it is hot. But, there Kacey sat, in baggy denim jeans, cuffed above her ankle so the hems didn’t drag along the floor. Her hands were tucked underneath her denim-clad thighs as she leaned over the desk, tracing the looping font that said “Romeo and Juliet” on the cover of the book on her desk with her eyes. God, she hated that book. They read it in Sophomore year, and she didn’t understand why they had to read the stupid play again.

The English teacher, Mr. Martin stood from his swivel chair, picking up his own copy of Romeo and Juliet just to drop it down on the podium, catching the drifting seniors’ attention. “Okay, slackers. What did you think of the play?”

A girl in the back of the classroom, another clean cut Kook with pink lip gloss and tight crop tops raised her hand. With a smile, she rushed into her opinion, not bothering to get permission to speak. It was a well known fact that in the Outer Banks it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. “It was so romantic. I loved it.”

Kacey’s brows stitched together, not mulling over her personal rebuttal for more than a moment before looking over her shoulder at the girl. Her eyes were glossy, lost in her romanization of the play. Ever since the second semester of her freshman year when she just snapped, she had been braving each day, treating it as a singular battle in the war against high school ignorance. “Romeo and Juliet was not romantic. It was two people having a teenage rebellion and wallowing in their own angst. They simply wanted an escape from their family lives. And Shakespeare? He was a racist, anti-semetic misogynist who is praised when he couldn’t decide on one way to spell his own name.”

The entirety of the class rolled their eyes, including Mr. Martin. It hadn’t been the first time Kacey had spoken out on her take on the social issues that came with the authors of novels and how they correlate to modern day society. Kelce, a Kook Prince of the highest degree and sitting to the left of Kacey, pokes at the metaphorical bear. “As opposed to a friendless, holier-than-thou wench?”

The girls pining after Kelce for his looks or trust fund giggled, despite his dig into the girl next him not being all that funny. Mr. Martin slapped the wooden podium with his Folger Shakespeare Library copy of Romeo and Juliet. “Pipe down, Slick.”

Kacey pulled the hem of her army green crop top to cover the slight bit of tanned skin exposed before quipping, “I guess having a dick and being a dick makes you entitled to our time.” The brunette pushed the hair falling over her forehead out of the way before waving her copy of the play in the air. “What about Sylva Plath or, I don’t know, Emily Bronte for all I care.”

Before Mr. Martin could respond with his own activistic rebuttal, Rafe Cameron walks into class, holding up a copy of the first Harry Potter book and raising his eyebrows, silently questioning whether that was the right book. He knew it wasn’t. “What’d I miss?”

A Pogue who was a known theatre nerd started humming the tune to the song from Hamilton titled What’d I Miss while Kacey all but spun in her seat. “Just the patriarchal values that run this lovely institution and corrupt the minds of dimwitted Kelce’s everywhere.”

Rafe nodded along to Kacey’s statement and through to her next breath, not having stopped in between words to breathe. “Good.” After his simple response, he immediately turned on his heel and walked back down the hall, rather enduring more uncomfortable conversations with the Dean than English class.

Kacey and Rafe had no ill will towards each other, only being able to base an opinion off the presumed stereotypes of each other that get passed around the school. Kacey and Rafe had known each other for a long time. When they were six, Kacey’s father was Rose Cameron’s obstetrician, seeing as he’s the best on the Outer Banks and the Camerons are the richest on the Outer Banks. That’s where they met: outside his stepmother’s hospital room, playing chopsticks with their fingers while they sat cross-legged on the tile floor, drinking apple juice from juice boxes. That’s where their friendship ended. They hadn’t really spoken since, only having that snapshot into reality before the doors were closed. Kacey was popular, had many more friends than Rafe did, and boys trailed her. When freshman year rolled around, he kept his distance because he knew he would walk away with a sharp pain in his groin. That was just how she carried herself, and he carried himself differently.

Mr. Martin attempted to call after Rafe, only to hear the cicadas buzzing outside.

“Mr. Martin, do you think we could get Kacey to take her Midol before class?” Kelce asks, his signature smirk gracing his face as he continued his quest to make Kacey’s life a living Hell. Snickers erupted from the class, causing Kelce’s smugness to go to his head, lifting himself onto his selfmade pedestal.

“One day, you’re gonna get bitch-slapped right across that brazen face of yours, and I’m not gonna do anything to stop it. Kacey, thank you for your input.” As Mr. Martin took a brief pause, Kacey smiled to herself, please that her social activism finally was justified by authority. He continued, “I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you to overcome upper-class, Kook oppression. It must’ve been awful.” Her chest puffed out with pride deflated at his words. She knew he was right. “But the next time you storm the school board campaigning for more recycling bins or whatever you white girls complain about, ask them why they can’t buy a book written by a Black man!”

“Understood. Anything else?” Kacey asked, looking straight past Mr. Martin and out the window overlooking the quad behind him.

“Yeah, go to the office, you’re pissing me off.” Her neck whipped to look at her English teacher at his words, opening her mouth to argue, but he shot her a stern look and pointed towards the door. In Kacey’s rageful frenzy, she decked Kelce in the face with her bag as she stormed out of the classroom towards the office.

The Dean sat in her office, her rouge painted nails clicking against the keys on her keyboard as the sleazy thoughts in her head transferred onto the Word document housing her novel. She whispered to herself as her fingertips ghosted the letter labeled keys on her laptop. She snapped her head up, calling out to the secretary, asking for her to look up another word for ‘engorged’ despite being able to pull up the thesaurus on her computer.

“Tumescent?” Kacey suggested as she walked into the small, pink office.

The Dean snapped her fingers, pointing at Kacey as she morphed her hand into a finger gun. “Perfect!” Kacey swung her bag off her shoulder and onto the ground next to the chair in which she seated herself. “I hear you’re terrorizing English class again.”

“Last time I checked, it wasn’t just English class, and expressing my opinions is not a terrorist action.” The eighteen-year-old raised her eyebrows indignantly, her head nodding slightly in authoritativeness.

The Dean smiled sarcastically at Kacey, “The way you expressed your opinion to Topper Thornton? His testical retrieval operation went quite well, if you’re interested.”

“I maintain he swung his own golf club up his legs like a field goal.” Kacey crossed her arms over her chest. She settled into her chair. Her conversations with the crude woman in front of her always went the same way; Mr. Martin threw her out of class for existing, and her previous deeds suddenly have updates that the Dean thinks Kacey should know about.

“The point I’m trying to make is that people think you’re a heinous bitch and you should work on it.” Her eyes flickered to her still open laptop and back up to the eighteen-year-old. “What do you think about blood sex?”

“Okay, yeah, this has been lovely, however,” grabbing her backpack, she swung it over her shoulder as she rose from the uncomfortable chair. “I think I’ll let you get back to Chris chokeslamming Jackie into a wall.”

As Kacey left the office to walk the halls of Kildare County High School, the Dean seemed to take her words into serious consideration, whispering Kacey’s final sentiment under her breath as she typed the word ‘chokeslam.’

. . .

Kelce leant against the stone wall that surrounded the courtyard and only rose to about waist-high of even the shortest of students. His best friend and fellow poster child for the effects of affluenza, Topper Thornton ( who is very acquainted with Kacey Brooks and her golf club swing ), stood next to him, the two of them surveying the inhabitants of the grassy lawn in the back of the school. Topper noticed Gracie walking through the gap in the stone wall, her Spanish textbook pressed to her chest as she nodded along to what Arianna said next to her. The familiar breeze carrying the scent of the ocean and the feeling of home blew the short strands of Gracie’s hair that framed her face in almost an angelic way, and her sundress that fell to her mid-thigh swayed as she walked. Gracie and Arianna were picturesque, almost like they actively strived to be compared to Cher and Dionne from Clueless.

With a carnal smirk, Topper elbowed Kelce, muttering “Virgin alert” as the sophomore passed the two guys, smiling and waving at Kelce as they went.

“Lookin’ good, ladies.” As if Kelce’s remark was a que, Gracie and Arianna pushed forward, leaving the hormonal teenager guys watching them like they were prey for them to catch.

“No way, Bro. They’re outta your league.”

“No one’s out of my league.” Kelce’s eyes didn’t leave Gracie as she distanced herself from them.

Topper pulled fifty dollars out of his pocket, “Wanna bet?”

“Nah, I’ve got money. This’ll be for fun.” Kelce pushed Topper’s hand that was holding onto the bill away and dapped up his empty hand, sealing the deal. Kelce was about to embark on one of the most cliché, tropical bets of his high school experience.

“Just look at her, man.” JJ watched Gracie and Arianna pass him, John B, and Pope. He followed her with love struck eyes and wistful pining.

Pope tilted his head, the cap that sat on his head almost falling off his head as he tried to understand his friend’s mindset. “She’s just so…”

“Perfect?” JJ offered.

John B and Pope shared a glance, rolling their eyes at JJ’s suggestion. “I was going to say ditzy.” John B replied.

“How can you say that?” JJ turned to glance at his friends who were totally unimpressed by the girl that captured almost all the guy’s hearts at the high school. “She’s totally…”

“Narcissistic?” Pope said, getting a nod from John B in agreement.

“That’s her sister, c’mon, guys.” JJ waved his hand in the air for emphasis. There was no way Gracie was like Kacey. They were too polar. “There’s more to her than you think. See her smile? She’s totally pure.”

“Yeah, pure money. She’s a Kook, dude.” John B ran a hand through his overgrown brunet locks. “What’s there is a snotty princess wearing a dress that was purposefully planned to make Pogues like you realize you can’t have her and Kooks like Kelce and Topper want her.”

“Besides, JJ, you know the rule. It’s not like she could date you even if she wanted to.” Pope added on, readjusting his baseball cap to fit snugly on his head.

“Put her in the Spank Bank and move on, Bro.” John B and Pope started walking in the opposite direction, lunch was about to start.

JJ jogged to catch up, shaking his head in denial. “Nah.”

“Move on, man. Jizz Wizz and then dip.” Pope reiterated John B’s sentiment as JJ held his arm out, stopping them in their tracks in front of the bulletin board to the right of the door into school.

“She needs a Spanish tutor,” He ripped the paper advertisement off the cork board.

“You can’t even speak Spanish.”

“What do you mean?” JJ looked at John B as he traced Gracie’s phone number printed on the paper.

“Broken Spanish and fantasizing about lobsters from Yucatan doesn’t mean you know Spanish.” Pope pulled the paper out of JJ’s hand, ready to tack it back to the board before JJ took it again.

“Okay, so I don’t know Spanish, but I will.”

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[crtalley]

I haven’t worn black in years.

only saints — character intro

Nᴀᴍᴇ || apollinaire chastain st. rose — paul, please Aɢᴇ || 21  Pʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs || he/him Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs || married to the dark circles under his eyes Bᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ||

I was the first boy born in Old Mère’s lineage for three hundred years. She had a list of mothers and sisters and aunts, one that I would read through and pick from to hear stories about their lives. They were commanding, compelling, and they did such powerful things that I wanted to follow in their footsteps.

Bᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ||

My father sent me to one elite school, then another when the first one didn’t get rid of all my silly stories about Old Mère.

Bᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ||

At twenty-one I became an EMT. It was an easy job, I thought. I distanced myself from the work and made it as routine as I could.

Bᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ||

I didn’t want to quit until—

Bᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ||

Paul St. Rose was raised in broken households. His parents split before he was born, and he grew up bouncing between his father’s house on the good side of town and his grandmother’s trailer two hours away, where his mother lived on her good days. On her bad days, it was just him and Old Mère and the craft. But he was Apollinaire, then.

He hasn’t been Apollinaire in nearly a decade.

When he was twelve, the divorce was finalized. His father won total custody, and from then on he lived in the house on the good side of town and attended the private K-12s on the better side of town. He learned from the school of sideways glances and open laughter that he shouldn’t talk about the craft—he shouldn’t talk about Old Mère—he shouldn’t talk—he shouldn’t talk—

You lived in a trailer?

He shouldn’t talk.

Graduate early. Go to college. Specialize. Blend in, but stand out.

Don’t talk.

Don’t talk, because if you talk, you’ll just end up repeating yourself. Repeating things. Repeating. No one wants to hear that. No one wants to hear you. No one wants you.

Not true, he can tell himself all he likes, but it runs on a loop in his head every time he gets into another conversation. Don’t repeat yourself. Don’t repeat them. Don’t echo. Don���t echo.

Don’t echo.

He made it out of school alive with one person he thinks he can call a friend—sure, Drew’s been living with the St. Roses for the last four years, but maybe it’s just a friendship of convenience. Paul can’t be sure. But he tries to smile (not too wide), and he doesn’t wear black (sends a message), and he carefully curates himself to be as pleasing as possible so maybe (maybe please god) Drew won’t leave, too.

He doesn’t know if he’d survive being alone again.

There are so many rules to being human, and Paul will follow every one of them until it tears him apart from the inside.

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✹ THE RED SUN EATS YOU ALIVE — A WIP INTRO.

GENRE — dark sci-fi / new adult

POV — third person limited

MAJOR THEMES — control // survival // loyalty // family // morality // authority // science // guilt

✹ SYNOPSIS —

The St. Clair Settlement is one of the last bastions of humanity. With much of the world wiped out after a series of bio-bombs were dropped, it is the most secure of the five known Settlements on the western coast of the United States. By sending Runners into the Burn Zone — the uninhabitable area where the bio-bombs effects are greatest — they're able to stay afloat.

But something lurks between the windblasted ruins and bright orange sand. The Burn Zone has never been safe, but recently things have been... happening. Strange noises. Shadows. Something always lurking in the corner of their eye. It's enough to set anyone on edge when they look at the desolate space where life used to thrive. But the supplies are there; crates and boxes and barrels full of food and water and medicine, leftovers from the military drops that used to happen so frequently. Without that, St. Clair is as good as dead.

Mack doesn't like it, but they're a Runner. They run. They've been running ever since their mother died, ever since they were left on their own in the Burn Zone, ever since they broke her first rule and went to St. Clair. What else can they do? They're guided to the drops and they take as much as they can. They ignore the strange shadows. They ignore the noises. They make it back.

Until.

On a run gone wrong, Georgia St. Clair is captured. No one knows by who, no one knows why, and no one knows where she's gone. The entire settlement turns to Mack — Mack who was with her on the run, Mack who saw her get snatched. But they have no answers. All they know is that whatever took Georgia isn't a who.

It's a what.

And if she has any chance of getting back alive, Mack is going to have to break a lot more than one rule.

✹ CHARACTERS —

MACK — twenty year old runner for st. clair. doing their best to survive. starting to think it’s not worth it anymore. 

KATHERINE ST. CLAIR — twenty one year old doctor for st. clair. competitive to a fault. would do anything to protect her family.

GEORGIA ST. CLAIR — twenty one year old runner for st. clair. too reckless for her own good. determined to find happiness.

JULIAN TRAN — twenty two year old runner for st. clair. the crack shot of the settlement. always seems to lose his shirt.

NINA TAYLOR-DIAZ — twenty one year old operator for st. clair. nerves of steel. would, at the very least, maim for her runners.

✹ EXCERPT —

They didn’t know how long they stayed like that, staring and shaking and refusing to let themself be sick. It was only when their stomach started clenching around nothing that they forced themself to move. They ate. They drank. They hadn’t spoken in nearly a week.

It took them another two weeks to work up the courage to step outside in the sun, another week after that before they ventured away from the shack. Mack never let it out of their sight, though. Not even as they sweltered, dizzy from hunger, checking all of the shoddy hare traps they’d set.

Their mother had been teaching them when she died. Now, it was up to them to figure out the loops, the knots, the way you were meant to lay it so the animal couldn’t see. Mack’s fingers fumbled, clumsy and unsure, traps triggered but catching nothing. Stomach clenching around nothing. The pangs keeping them up even when they’d been able to sleep.

They stared at the rules a lot, then. Stared at them and wondered how disappointed their mother would be with their weakness.

The next morning, Mack packed up their things and walked through the desert. They’d left just after the sun rose, barest hint of baby blue still in the sky, and they hadn’t taken more than a hundred steps before their eyes went wobbly and their knees trembled.

They made it to the St. Clair Settlement at dusk, more corpse than child.

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