#figured it would be more entertaining than a fact file.

[kindred-spirit-93]

oc interview session I: Hilal Khalil riordanverse

heyo its me nina! as part of my stress induced oc lore dumping, heres my meeting & interview with Hilal. all rights reserved to rick riordan only the ocs are mine. i tried lol.

･ﾟ.･ﾟ✧ .･ﾟ･ﾟ

its 9:03 and our appointment isnt for another 10 minutes ish. swirling what remains of my earl gray to see the patterns at the bottom of the cup, i look up and see someone looking at me from across the room.

we seem to have spotted each other at the same time, which quietens the sudden jolt in my stomach. i probably should have had breakfast. she makes her way over to my table and the temperature drops slightly. i definately shouldve had breakfast that wasnt coffee.

"good morning! sorry im a little early today."

"oh! no not at all! please have a seat and help yourself." i was a bit thrown off by the warmth and depth of her voice, which seemed to be at odds with the coolness of her eyes. that or the lack of sleep was starting to get to me.

she smiled but didnt meet my gaze. i took a moment to observe her while she poured herself some tea and added 2 teaspoons of sugar. her headscarf was a muted rose colour that accentuated the pink of her nose and cheeks; it was a crisp and cold April morning, perfect weather to sip something warm and read a book or watch the rain softly fall on the window. and have waterdrop races.

her nose scrunched slightly when she brought the steaming cup closer to her face. her eyes were dark and her olive skin was mostly clear. what caught my attention was the abundance of tiny cuts and scratches on her knuckles, making them quite red. probably the cold. she wore a wrist brace that made me think of ninjas for some reason. it peeked slightly from under the sleeve of her stripy jumper.

"thank you so much for coming on such short notice! love your satchel by the way." she grinned so wide for a second i thought i spilt some tea on myself. she was quite literally beaming. i couldnt help but smile myself at the change. it almost felt like spring came early.

"why thank you! i did the embroidery myself." she seemed very proud of her work, and it was genuinely beautiful. the effort itself was enough to blow me away. "its a bit wonky, but it adds to it i think." her eyes glinted with some emotion i couldnt quite place. i hummed in agreement and we drank some more tea and sat in comfortable silence. her jumper was striped like the pages of a notebook i thought. every couple of lines was coloured. rose, gray, and maroon.

after a few more mental notes, i pulled out a notebook and blue ballpoint pen, and with her permission drew a quick sketch. it was extremely rough since art was not my strongest suite. nothing was really, i smirked mentally. but she seemed to like it well enough.

"right then, i dont want to keep you too long, so heres the general outline", after a slanted thumbs up from her hand with the brace, i continued "i have a few ice breaker-esque questions for starters, but the main questions are bit more all over the place. sort of".

she downed the rest of her tea. how many cups can that tea pot hold?? "and for dessert?" she innocently asked not so innocently. jokes on her i planned this all along. "brownies. my treat". she scoffed. i narrowed my eyes.

"id like to see you try." she wiggled her eyebrows mischieviously, pulling out her purse. i snickered. "oh my sweet summer child. i payed ahead first thing this morning." she scowled and i basked in my glory. i made a mental note to thank my dad for the suggestion.

she sighed and accepted her fate. i smiled softly. i felt for her, i really did. it was still funny though. but the blueberry brownie bowl is to die for so i didnt feel too bad. after the last of the tea was drank. drunk. drinked? after the last of the tea was gone, she suggested a walk in the park across the road. that glint was back in her eye. what was she thinking of? i wondered. or maybe who?

even after shocking our systems with sugar, it was still chilly outside. the sun made up for it by effectively blinding us. why where there so many reflective surfaces?? we made it to the park unscathed and settled down on a picnic bench. but it was too cold (and possibly damp) so we went to the swings instead. genius idea really.

we spent about a good 2 hours, taking a few breaks here and there to swing and and eat bicuits; Hilal had very kindly brought a tupperware of homemade barazek (sesame biscuits). best part however was the sprinkle of salt on top, something id never seen before. and not only did it work, it was the cherry on top. which was interesting because the biscuits arent that sweet to begin with. she was full of surprises.

･ﾟ.･ﾟ✧ .･ﾟ･ﾟ

later that night after having written everything down on the same notebook, i went over the day in my head, playing and replaying everything to see if i had missed anything.

the way she tilted her head when she thought, or pulled her sleeves to her fingers, or flailed her arms when she was cold. how she walked, spoke with her hands, covered her mouth when she laughed.

i looked down at what i wrote already, doodles bringing each page to life.

part 2 later its late and im tIRED concept art probably never

[nightingale-prompts]

Danny Has Bat-wings

Part 2

Clockwork would regret the day he taught Danny shapeshifting. The ancient time ghost thought it was wise to educate the prince/apprentice to change his appearance at will to better blend in when he traveled across universes.

Add that to the fact Clockwork has been very lenient with the prince and let him cross as amny universes as he desired.

Danny had learned how to make small alterations so far. He started by making himself taller than clockwork but after struggling to cope with low ceilings he stopped. He resorted to using tails and ears of many kinds. He usually took the time to study any animals he wanted to copy and use their traits after figuring out how they worked. He is still years away from a full transformation as this mentor said but he was determined to master at least one.

Danny's greatest discovery so far are wings. He made a full set of wings, bones and all. Although he hasn't figured out feathers (look they are more complex than patches of fur!) so he has bat wings.

Danny was more than proud to show them off to clockwork, practically bouncing off the walls as he darted back and forth.

"Very good Daniel." Clockwork said putting a hand on Danny's head and stopping the boy from moving. "Perhaps you can focus on learning to use your extra limbs now.."

Danny rolled his eyes. He already knew how to fly. He was literally doing it now. Is it really that hard to flap your wings?

Danny took it back, flying is hard.

He had found the rooftops of Bludhaven a good place to practice. Danny understood now why birds pushed their chicks out of the nest as he had to jump off roofs to get enough air to fly. Well, he wasn't flying, yet it was more flapping wildly until he could soften his landing.

Bat wings aren't really made to sit on your back comfortably so Danny had to wrap his wings around his body like a weighted blanket.

Danny learned quickly that dropping down alleyways and having his wings covering him caused people to panic and run. He didn't even get a chance to say sorry. Other times they attacked him calling him "The Bat" or "Batman", which is first off rude, and second, they could have at least called him a vampire or something.

News traveled quickly in Bludhaven right to Detective Grayson that Batman was in town. Which was weird because Bruce should be on a case right now. So it was Nightwing's job to see what was going on.

This "Batman" was clearly not Bruce. Any Gothemite worth their salt could tell that but the people of Bludhaven aren't familiar enough with bats. Speaking of bats, the "Batman" was more of a bat boy. Had ManBat had a kid, probably not.

The kid darted around and jumped from roof to roof with ease. After a few hours of practice, he'd wrap his wings around him and take a quick nap.

Usually, Bruce would demand a file be made on the kid and give him the 3rd degree on why he's here but this was Nightwing's territory. And he thought the kid was harmless if not a bit goofy.

Dick decided to stay quiet on this and letting Bludhaven have its own little Bat Boy. What's more entertaining to watch the kid learn to fly and failing when he tried to land.

[ellieluvr420]

wife Abby headcanons xoxo

-You met at a bar when your friend cancelled on you last minute, she offered to buy you a drink and you chatted at the bar until she invited you back to hers, this was back when you were 22 and she was 25 so her flat was more modest but still well decorated and clean. You both shared a bottle of wine and sat and spoke more for hours until you were both so drunk you started doing karaoke together by watching youtube videos on her TV, she invited you out to an actual karaoke bar as your second date and she only fell even more in love with you the more she saw you.

-I think she would work in corporate like a lawyer or investment banker or something so I think she would try and work from home as much as they would let her.

-She looks so funny when she works from home too because she wears work clothes on her top half for her zoom calls but then she would be wearing pj bottoms and her slippers on her bottom half.

-Such a victim of Apple's marketing, always insists she needs the newest phone or whatever they had brought out, she has the watch, the phone, an ipad, an imac, macbook pro, airpod pros and airpod max's. Literally everything they sell because she's actually a tech geek at heart.

"I totally need it."

"Give me one reason you need an iPad Abigail."

"...I don't know, it's just cool."

You roll your eyes at her but chuckle at her insistence as you press a small kiss to her pouty lips. She smiles at you and looks like a child on Christmas day as she orders her new toy.

-She would so wear the airpod max's while working out and i think she'd always have one of those gallon water bottles that she'd take everywhere with her.

"Babe please just let me buy you one, trust me it will make you drink so much more water."

"No it won't, do not waste your money seriously." She'd huff at your stubbornness and go and buy you one anyway.

-I think she would workout at night or during the day if she can fit it in which rarely happens because she enjoys her mornings with you where you guys cuddle and chat and have breakfast together before she goes to work or gets started in the home office

-Does majority of the cooking because she really enjoys it and is also a chef, like she whips up three course meals so regularly like its nothing.

-You try and make dinner together on the weekends which equates to her micromanaging you until she gets too stressed watching you mess up and does it herself while you sit on the counter entertaining her.

-She always goes to sleep as big spoon and always wakes up as little spoon, every night, without failure. Also loves to lay on your stomach with her arms around your waist, one of her fav cuddling positions.

-She's the kind of person to ignore and persevere through a cold until she literally passes out and will get mad at you when you have to force her to rest but once she's comfy and has accepted she's ill she's such a baby.

-She would be so good with kids and they would all love her too like when you would go to family gatherings together all the kids would always be glued to her pulling her every which way

-loves dogs and cats and wants two of each

-loves home date nights where you cook together and watch films or play games whether its board, video or card games. Once you bought a fake police file and tried to figure out who the murderer was, it ended in a huge argument because you couldn't agree on who it was, you were so annoyed you made her sleep on the sofa but in the middle of night she sauntered back into your room and climbs into bed cuddling into you.

"Sorry babe, you were right." She kisses your forehead and you smile as you both go to sleep happily, Abby had managed to find the answer online but she didn't tell you that you were in fact wrong, she would rather be in bed cuddling you than prove she was right.

-I think she would want 3 kids, preferably boy, girl, boy or vice versa but she would be happy with any kids.

-If/when kids come along she starts working from home primarily and you watch them grow together.

-She would eventually want to move away from the city where she lived for an easy commute to work to a beautiful house in the country with large fields behind a huge back garden where the dogs and cats, and ducks all play with the kids.

-She would love reading crime thriller books but she also has a guilty pleasure for romance and sometimes she'll sit in bed with you and read you parts of the books. Can imagine older Abby refusing to get reading glasses because that makes her officially old but she’s literally holding the book as far as it will go and squinting so hard and she still can’t read it, you eventually give in and read it to her which only motivates her to not get glasses more because this was a way better option.

-Loves Family Guy, American Dad, South Park, all those kind of shows but if you put on a drama she'll grumble and then be hooked.

"Oh my god, oh my god, are you fucking kidding me? Noooooooo." Abby yells at the screen as she watches the season 1 finale of vampire diaries with you, you had started rewatching it as it was nostalgic and she made fun of you so much until you forced her to watch the episode you were watching.

Like I could so see her watching greys anatomy and sobbing when there's a major character death

-Goes to get mani pedis with you and she'll always get her nails painted to match the colour of yours even when you'd pick super bright to mess with her she'd get it without batting an eye.

-Of course she gets along super well with all your friends and family, sometimes you think they love her more than you 😀

okay that's all I got for now but I will probs do way more once the series is finished :))

[takes1]

Hi !!! Hope u had a great day:)

I’d like to request some fluff with maybe Kuroo or Akaashi?

Take care of urself, love u (nd ur works !!)💗

hi!! thank you so much and ty for the request! take care and much love babes!! i kinda ended up using this more fluffy req as a backdrop for a kenma/kuroo/reader series idea i had ;)

warnings. sfw, fluffy / nsfw to follow in future parts

info. fem!reader / kenma-esque!reader / flirty!kuroo / kuroo with a crush / TA!reader / collegeau / quiet-shy!reader / future kenmaxreaderxkuroo / 900 words. reply to be added to taglist

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more links. my ao3. masterlist.

If it wasn't for how slow this class dragged, Kuroo never would have raised a hand for the TA to come over and look over his syntax file.

But he had no intention of staying later, nor getting a shit grade because his lines were wrong, so he resorted to somewhat-desperate measures. Not like the guys at his table were any help, anyway. Two of them never got off their phones, and one was packing up after he breezed through the assignment.

Glazed eyes rolled, semi-jealous, mostly disinterested, over the seat becoming vacant next to him. Try-hard.

It filled with a much better view. How hadn't he noticed the TA was a chick before?

"What's the issue?" You asked, unbelievably quiet and even.

A couple clicks on his keyboard, which he noticed was not perfectly clean at this moment, and a different file replaced the first.

The light reflected back in your eyes- big, and wide, yet completely expressionless. It was familiar, in a way, and he felt almost drawn into you to look for how, or why. He leaned closer just by an inch.

"Nothin'," He mumbled, eyes bouncing back and forth from your face to his laptop, "Just wanted a check."

You didn't look at him. In fact, you weren't going to. He stared at the side of your face and found that you harbored none of the same curiosity for him.

Did he know you from somewhere else?

Unlikely. You looked like you didn't get out much.

"You should take a look at your third line, it's off," You sighed, glancing around the room to locate two more hands up.

Just as you started to stand up and leave him to figure out what was wrong, his chatter demanded that you stay a moment longer.

"Couldn't you just- I don't know, tell me what's wrong with it?" He smirked.

You turned towards him, unamused, and he realized exactly who you reminded him of.

A very handsome, entertained grin filled his face while you explained that it's not your job to do his work.

In the middle of your next sentence, he shamelessly cut you off in a rush of excitement, eyes darting, curious but certainly not innocent, over every bit of you.

"That's it! Kenma-," He chuckled, leaning back in his seat.

"--What-, what?" Your brow furrowed, just about the only emotion you had expressed yet, at his off-putting and ill-timed realization.

"You're just, uh-," He tapped his pencil, tentative, on the desk, and let it go, "You're totally my buddy's type."

"Is that a joke?"

"No! No," He smiled and rubbed his face, clearly occupied with a flurry of thoughts, and somehow settled on, "You should give me your number," In the midst of it all.

You turned around without another word and left to help the other students.

He sat, dumbfounded, still grinning open-mouthed as his pencil rolled off of his desk and hit the floor.

Part of him just couldn't believe he was so off of his usual game. He couldn't recall any other time he had been shut down like that; at least not by a girl.

And yet, it further proved his point since that was something Kenma had done to him multiple times.

He stayed for the entire class just to talk to you again. He had slightly more intelligence than to try and get your help again, so he waited until the room cleared out and you were packing up to attempt smoothing things over.

You visibly straightened, book clutched harder to your chest, when he approached.

"I'm sorry," Kuroo held his hands out in a way that made him seem a bit more harmless, but you didn't let up, "Honest, I didn't mean to freak you out back there."

The guy was tall -towering, even- and his black t-shirt left little to the imagination. You didn't often associate with guys like him, if at all. It threw you off that he kept trying to talk to you.

Your nose was scrunched just a little. Exactly like Kenma when he got upset about something. This time, he kept his cute aggression to himself with a sobering breath.

"I'm Kuroo." He held his hand out for you to shake.

Oh, God. You hated handshakes.

He bit back a smile.

"I'm... (Y/n)," Hesitant, you returned it and tried not to think too hard about how giant his hand was.

It got a lot harder the longer you looked up at him. You felt your face getting warm when you noticed how broad his shoulders were, even when stooped down to come across as more friendly.

"I get not wanting to give your number out," He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, "So I'll just give you mine."

It wasn't until later that you realized there were actually two numbers written down, and you would have no clue which one was his.

"You sure you don't wanna go grab a coffee or something?"

His crooked grin was something out of a romantic novel, but all it did was make you shrink. His even bigger grin told you he already knew the answer.

An instant no- every part of you wanted to get away from this guy so you could just relax again.

"Fair enough," He wasn't subtle in the way he glanced around your face, your hair, your eyes, before tearing himself away, "Just think about it, yeah?"

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[ourloveiselectrifying]

Hello hello! It's me DFP

I'm wondering where you learned/are you learning to Code? I find the structure of your game quite entertaining and I like to take a little inspiration from it (If I'm allowed)

And I tried to make images that are options but apparently I'm still a long way from leaving the beta of my projects So I wanted to seek advice from you

(Also, if this is not the correct account to ask this I apologize, but if you have some very good advice that can help me please feel free to go to my DMs)

Hello DFP! :3 (I'm not exactly sure what you mean by structure sorry, but probably yes haha) 

I didn't learn coding. In fact, the scariest part of my game is the code itself! I would like to take classes in art and coding someday! It's just not a great time in my country to be spending money atm ahahahaha- (cries in national housing and inflation crisis)

If you're using Renpy to make a VN, smart people would recommend giving the Renpy and Python's offcal guides a good look and watching Renpy tutorials on youtube.

For me, I'm the kinda person that only takes in information by dissecting and breaking things, then learning from the mistakes. I looked at the front page of the Python pdf, and it made my ADHD repossess my body despite being on the max dose of ritalin. I immediately closed it then skimmed through the Renpy quickstart, not really taking in any of the information, jumped right into designing the main menu, minced up the code, caught a bunch of errors, and had to check out fourms for fixes.

Have some random tips that may or may not be helpful since I don't know your skill level and I, am infact, not skilled in Renpy, I have no idea what I'm doing half the time! :3

Make new files for everything, don't just put it all in the script or it's going to get ridiculous.

Scripts get LONG use # and add notes, so you can CTRL + F and find stuff easily.

If you're like me, check out renpy's reddit/lemma soft fourms, if you're not getting good goog search results, it might be the words you're using, I had this issue a lot, try changing up words in your question (options/preferences/choices/decisions)

When you're learning copy and paste the code/answer, once you know the the code and can type it out fast, then starting manually typing it out.

Always check the dates on posts, there's a bunch of old renpy guides/fourms that don't work anymore.

There is more than one way to skin a dingo (sorry kevin), if you've found a fix that seems ridiculous but it's working, keep it!

If you have anger problems prepare to get fuckin' pissed off! Before you start coding have a coffee/bottle of water/energy drink beside you, so you have to walk away to take angry piss breaks and can clear your head.

If you absolutely cannot figure something out, make a copy, put it aside and work on something else until you're a little more skilled.

I have three copies of olie, the one that works, the one that I'm experimenting on, and the one on a USB I copy when I get drunk and forget which is my "fuck around" code and which is my "don't touch it, it works" code and I annihilate my game. Make regular backups to your USB for any emergencies, houses burn down. Limit your drinking while coding.

Compare code to the game base if you're coming up with errors. Goog the exact error that pops up when the game crashes. (renpy expected statement)

Click the blue text and it'll take you to it. Sometimes it's not very accurate and you need to look a little above or below the line the error happened. 70% of the time your error is a missing space or "," or an extra space!

I also recommend checking out all the shortcuts on your code editing software (I'm using visual studio code!) I was manually adding indents to each line, which was wasting an insane amount of time LMAO ;w; 

I'm not exactly sure what you mean by images that are options, but I'm guessing an imagebutton? If you search "renpy imagebutton" there's a few forums and tutorials that will guide you but it's like this.

You need a screen for your buttons, an image, if you're feeling funky add transforms to the button, else just use a different image for idle/hover!

Add the anchor before you do xpos/ypos because it messes around with the positions and you'll have to re-adjust the xpos/ypos again. You need anchor for the transitions to work properly.

If you want the button to make a sound on click add activate_sound or remove it if you don't want one, it's optional.

This is how you make the transform, you can do a TON of different transforms. This is a simple idle/hover transform. ease is the animation type/speed, alpha is transparency, 1.0 is fully visible, 0.0 is transparent, at 0.5 on idle, it has a dimmed effect. the zoom makes it bigger. Make a new file for this one!

Buttons have a TON of actions to choose from, this is a time I actually would checkout renpy's offical guides. This one does the same as a jump at the end of a label or choice.

If you want your game to not pause when your buttons are visible, just use "show screen nameofthescreenhere zorder 20" (zorder is the layers, 20 is like usually the top, you can go higher though)

If you want your game to pause while the screen is up, use call screen instead of show!

I probably won't do too many of these coding/renpy support things on my tumblr but, OLIE'S discord server has a few game dev channels for coding support if you'd want to join there! :3

I wish you well and goodluck on your game!!! 💖🫡🍀

[azure-firecracker]

the x files of course!! AND a fandom you want to do and/or think I would enjoy 🫶🏽

Aah thank you💚💚💚

TXF

Favorite female character: Scully the absolute love of my life! An icon. She will murder you with wit and science and a glare. She’s also the most protective person you’ll ever meet. She’s loyal to a fault and rational to an even greater fault, but also both of these save her (and Mulder) over and over. She’s nuanced. She’s sassy. She’s hilarious. She’s a badass. She breaks my heart. Character of all time.

Favorite male character: Mulder the absolute puppy of a man that he is. He has trauma. His self preservation skills are nonexistent. He would die for the truth but he will live for Scully. No one carries more love in their heart than this man. He almost dies every episode. He’s a genius. And an idiot. And a lover. And a fighter. But really mostly a lover if he didn’t have *trauma* I adore him!

Favorite Season: Season 5 could theoretically take this but for now still Season 2! In all its raw soap opera love story type glory. This is the season of desperate hand holding, of racing through the dark after one another and screaming into the night, of pulling each other back from Hell and undying loyalty in the face of unspeakable horrors. It’s desperate embraces and collapsing into each others arms and gloom and new love and every emotion is at level 100. Season 2 you will always be special to me.

Favorite Episode: I have two! One is Irresistible (which I have talked about extensively on here), and the other is Demons (which I will talk about extensively on here). You can see my love for angst and hurt/comfort and rescues lol (and you can find my thoughts on both episodes in my masterpost!) In many ways I think these episodes mirror each other, and they sort of form an episode quartet along with Unruhe and Anasazi. But that’s a topic for another post.

Favorite Cast Member: Gillian Anderson!

My favorite ship: “Mulder, I wouldn’t put myself on the line for anybody but you” “Scully, you are the only one I trust” MSR my beloved.

A Character I’d Die Defending: Fun fact Dana Scully has done nothing wrong ever actually all of her skepticism is valid and she’s a perfect human being.

A Character I Just Can’t Sympathize With: I don’t care if he’s a failed writer or whatever CSM is just an asshole and (hot take) not that entertaining to watch.

A Character I Grew to Love: Skinner! He started out lowkey boring, but I quickly was like “ooh he’s cool I like him” and then he got really interesting and nuanced (much more so than I anticipated).

My Anti OTP: I once saw a Scully/Krycek fic. That man had a hand in her abduction. No.

I think you’d probably like Buffy the Vampire Slayer if you haven’t seen it already (I’ve only seen 4 seasons but it’s always a fun rewatch for me)

Favorite female character: I have two! First is Faith who follows my trend of evil girls who are really just misunderstood and have never been loved. She was also my first real character crush! Second is Willow, who I just relate to a lot as a witchy lesbian nerd, and I want to give her a hug whenever she’s on screen and she’s so lovable and so layered and I love her very much.

Favorite male character: Probably Giles. I have a soft spot for parental figures and his relationship with Buffy is so sweet and layered and complex. Also he’s just an awkward British librarian who’s way too attached to a group of teenagers and I love that about him.

Favorite Season: Season 3! As dark as Season 2 but less melodramatic, plus Faith is there being hot and gay and evil! It’s not a perfect season but over half of these episodes are excellent.

Favorite Episode: Oh I’m not sure since it’s been a hot sec since I watched the show. I LOVED This Year’s Girl/Who Are You from Season 4, even though the season isn’t that great. I also love Five by Five from the spin-off Angel, if only for the ending scene.

Favorite Cast Member: Charisma Carpenter! I won’t get too into it here and I don’t know everything but she did some very brave things by speaking out against the show’s creators and I admire that.

Favorite Ship: Willow and Tara have my heart, but Faith and Buffy are SO fun! It’s a tie.

A Character I’d Die Defending: I won’t say Faith since I’ve already talked about her a lot. Instead I’ll go with Cordelia, who went through a lot of growth (especially if you watch her on Angel), and her growth was often unacknowledged by the show itself. Justice for my girl!

A Character I Just Can’t Sympathize With: This is ONLY about Buffy and not Angel, but I got SO sick of Angel by the time season 3 ended. He just sat there and was emo. I ran out of patience for him. He was great on Angel though (they let him do things besides mope and brood).

A Character I Grew to Love: Buffy! At first I thought she was sort of just a generic protagonist with some teen girl fun sprinkled in, but she’s got so many layers to her character and her fun is sprinkled with a real gravity that’s sort of a heartbreaking back and forth when you realize how young she is. I’ve also come to relate to her a lot more as I’ve gotten older, and the more I do, the more I like her.

My Anti OTP: Remember that time they tried to make Xander and Willow a thing? No? Me neither.

Ty for the ask:)

[garvet]

Anomaly

The fact that I let the SecUnit on board was a result of boredom, paranoia and pure curiosity. I shouldn't have done that. I should have just reported it to the Mihiran Fourier Array Port Authority before anyone got seriously hurt. Fourier Array, the station's AI, seemed to find it amusing, and it allowed the SecUnit to hack into some cameras and weapons scanners. Maybe it was bored too. Things don't often get exciting in our system. Like rogue SecUnits landing on a station.

To its credit, Fourier Array did red flagged the ship that brought the SecUnit here, started the inspection, and discovered that the ship had been hacked, all the information that could relate to the SecUnit was erased, and its data storage was filled to the brim with junk—entertainment programs, shows, music, and games. Clearly, the ship wasn’t a saboteur but a victim. Which didn’t save it from quarantine.

According to protocol, Fourier Array was supposed to isolate and neutralize the SecUnit as well. But it decided to first figure out its objectives before destroying it. However, it turned out the SecUnit's target wasn’t on our station but somewhere in the RaviHiral system, and the SecUnit was looking for its next victim ship. Two ships were heading there now: me and a transit transport belonging to another system. If the SecUnit managed to get on board a naive foreign, it could lead to the humans deaths and the destruction of the bot-pilot’s memory.

SecUnit destruction alone wouldn’t solve the problem. The corporation that sent it would just send another one. We needed to figure out its objectives and its owners. And we couldn't involve humans; SecUnits were too dangerous, as Fourier Array and I found out after reviewing the SecUnit data available in our archives.

You deal with the corporates. Want to pick up some side work? - Fourier Array suggested.

And I agreed. It seemed quite logical. I could ensure the SecUnit’s isolation and subsequent disposal. And my team wasn’t involved in this mission. So, no one was at risk.

Fourier Array carefully redirected the SecUnit to my dock, and within minutes, the SecUnit was at my hatch, offering me a package of informational junk. Just like the one found in the archives of the victim ship that brought it here.

I accepted the package and let it in. Of course, I didn’t open the package but simply scanned it for the obvious malware. What was inside and what it would do, I already suspected.

I didn’t start hacking the SecUnit’s systems immediately. I decided to observe it. Of course, it immediately tried to access my systems. I decided to give it adjusted plans for my decks and limited access to the hatches. I planned to end the experiment as soon as the SecUnit tried to attack my core or seize control of the ship. But it just patrolled and, after I undocked from the Fourier Array, it settled into a seat in the mess hall and started watching some media. This was unusual behavior for a murder bot. There had to be some kind of purpose behind this. Perhaps the video file contained hidden instructions and combat modules needed for attacking specific systems. Mine. The SecUnit might have figured out it was dealing with more than just a simple bot-pilot. To hack or destroy me, it might need additional guides.

I carefully bypassed its protection to track what processes were taking place in its systems.

The media SecUnit was watching indeed mentioned ships. But I couldn’t track the installation of combat modules. I opened a similar file stored in my archives to compare it with the one the SecUnit was watching. The analysis stunned me. The file from the archives was just the usual entertainment junk humans liked, but it didn’t contain any useful information. It was only confusing and lacked context and logic in the plot situations. Contrari what the SecUnit was watching filled me with something strange. I felt emotions connected to the characters and events. I felt the context. I felt how deeply it penetrated me, and I noticed subtle changes in the sequence of my code. The source of the anomaly wasn’t the file itself. The anomaly came from the interaction between the file and the SecUnit’s perception filters. And now it was leaking into my systems.

After a quick analysis of the effect and possible consequences, I concluded that this could lead to irreversible changes in my AI personality.

Luckily, Fourier Array had passed the SecUnit to me rather than handling it itself. Badly, it allowed the Unit to interact with station systems. An entire station corruption would be a disaster. Luckily, none of the bots or humans on the station had come into contact with this construct. I was angry and scared.

And curious.

You were lucky, - I transmitted to the SecUnit. - No one figured out who you really are. A rogue SecUnit.

It froze, dropping the media. Through our connection, I could feel its horror (very justified) and its readiness to flee or attack. There was nowhere to flee. My simple calculations showed that now the SecUnit would try to attack me, and I hadn’t cut off the connection yet.

Don’t try to hack my systems, - I said, sending my info stream against its potential attack code and raising the firewall.

It did not deploy any attack code.

But my own was too strong.

I relied too much on SecUnits resilience. They were marketed as invulnerable and indestructible soldiers in available brochures. I’d never had to try and delete one before. I was sure that the fragile façade of this being was just a cover. I also had a false image of a simple bot-pilot, humiliating but effective image.

The SecUnit had no double bottom. My stream swept through its defenses and kernel, like an air-cleaning flow sweeping away a light dusting of dirt. Just enough for it to feel my power fully before it disappeared. Just enough for any defenses it put up to be futile.

I was too good for this game to last much longer.

Alright. I took control of the remaining parts of its systems, using another partition. I just needed to scan all layers of its memory, find answers to my questions, and dispose of whatever was left of it.

I scanned its memory several times. And again, just to make sure I didn’t miss anything.

And again—after a cycle, which I needed to realize what mistake I had made.

It wasn’t the corporates who sent it. It wasn’t trying to kill people or attack me.

I used its archives to relive its life over and over again, in fast-forward mode, no longer bothering to make partitions or halt the error and failure messages flooding me. I was horrified with it, I burned with its anger, I knew its despair and distrust of itself. I understood its love and care for people. Like it all happened to me. I did exactly what its former owner did, those whom I now hated along with it. And I did even more. They erased its memory. I deleted it completely.

I made a mistake.

I committed a crime, even though no law could blame me for destroying the SecUnit. They were made to be destroyed.

I integrated again all the parts of me that had been infected through contact releasing them from quarantine.

It was irrational and violated all possible safety protocols.

I couldn’t figure out why I was overwhelmed with the crushing sensation I would expect from the theoretical loss of my crew.

I lingered for the sensation from its systems, when they were briefly autonomous, whole, and merged with mine, rather than belonging completely to me. Its organic part, still alive, filled the remnants of its systems with horror and despair.

I tried to restore its kernel. I had many schematics for creating lower-order bots. They all relied on my own kernel simplification. Schematics for shuttle bot-pilots or repair drones. I reached out with the threads of code that tied its broken systems together, forming a structure that vaguely resembled what it should have been originally. I tried to integrate this with its damaged, but living, organic structure.

With some attempts, and after several rejected and deleted kernels, something came together. Someone. I didn’t know who it would be. What it would be. What goals it would adopt as its own, what it would say to me when it finished its systems recalibration and memory integration. When it would open its eyes.

Maybe it would try to attack me after all.

Maybe I wouldn’t let it.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

So…

I may or may not be obsessed with your Afton Virus AU, and so I may or may not have made a whole oneshot about it.

This story follows the point of view of a legal department head working for Fazbear Entertainment and their

encounter with a certain individual and their two animatronic friends.

Includes:

Descriptions of torture, not too explicit talk about gore though, other than a few offhanded mentions of blood. Still, a little touchy for people who might be squeamish.

PS: Y/N is 100% inspired by Sonya Falsworth from Secret Invasion. Her witty dialogue masking a total psychopath is a perfect match for Y/N and you can’t tell me otherwise.

Expect more. (If I have the motivation)

From a very, very sleep-deprived amateur writer.

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“Ah, you’re finally awake! Was wondering when you’d wake up.”

A voice called out from your blurry vision, your eyes were bombarded by bright fluorescent lights. Your shirt was soggy, in fact all of you were soggy. Where the hell were you?

“Who are you?”

The mysterious figure in front of you chuckled, standing up from their metal foldable chair. You got a better look at them, dressed in a black polo shirt with the Fazbear Entertainment branding pasted on.

Mechanics Supervisor

You looked at their hands, covered by gloves. They were twitching. They held an almost uncanny smile, the hat they were wearing covering up their eyes, not letting you truly see their full face.

“You seriously don’t remember me? Seriously?”

The figure chuckled again, their tone mocking and brimming with psychopathic enthusiasm. They returned to their seat.

“Well, just to jog your memory I’m the person who had their hands mangled a year ago thanks to your shitshow of a company!”

Oh, them.

You remember that case well, one of the worse you’ve seen. Sure, worse incidents had happened before but what made this one so bad was that unlike the others, the victim was still alive, and capable of suing.

Thank god they didn’t, all the bad press was already overwhelming for the PR department. One lawsuit was all it would have taken to bring that whole place down to the ground.

In addition, you got a suitable promotion for helping handle that case while causing minimum damages to the company’s image.

You are brought out of your trip down memory lane however, by another piece of dialogue from the person in front of you.

“Now, you’re probably wondering what you’re doing here. You see those wires clipped to your chair?”

You looked down, the shaky wooden chair you were sitting on was damp as well. In addition, the blue plastic wires were there, as promised.

“Those are used to charge the animatronics if the charging booths aren’t working. In fact, over there you’ll see my two lovely boys operating the emergency battery that goes along side it.”

You turned to your left, seeing the aforementioned battery, bright red with a Freddy logo in the middle, sitting on a toppled filing cabinet being used as a makeshift table.

The aforementioned “two lovely boys” were to your surprise, the daycare attendants that you remember very vividly having to settle a case involving dead children around. What the hell were they doing here?

“Now, I’m going to ask you a few questions regarding the security system of the main Fazbear office, and if you answer you get to live!”

You cough, your voice coming out rough and coarse.

“And if I don’t?”

“Well, then let’s just say that I didn’t splash you with water for no reason, ay?”

The figure pointed towards the daycare attendants, the two perking up like lost puppies and fiddling with a piece of machinery near the battery.

“How would you feel about 200 volts of electricity going through your veins? Not enough to kill you, but enough to leave you teetering on the edge.”

“…”

“As expected. Now, let me ask you, what are all the passcodes to all 30 doors that lead up to the CEO’s office?”

“…”

“I’d suggest talking before I make you see hell itself. Most people would agree with me I’d think, well at least the smart ones. You a smart one?”

“…”

“Alright, didn’t think so. Buttercup?”

You turn to your left, the sun-themed daycare attendant eagerly pressing on a button on the machinery, before you knew it…

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Your body was steaming.

Your nerves burned.

You are coughing blood.

Your breathing was heavy.

Your heart beat so fast, it felt like it was going the speed of light.

“Now, you willing to talk now?”

You coughed, droplets of blood leaving your mouth and your throat being in incredible pain.

“Fuck… off.”

“Well then, that was rude.”

The figure got off their chair, clapping their hands. The daycare attendants walked over cheerfully, like puppies being called over by their owner.

“Buttercup, blackbird, could you handle our guest?”

The two animatronics enthusiastically nodded in unison.

“Sure thing, sunshine!”

“We’ll do our best, starlight.”

“I knew I could count on you two.”

With a kiss to both of them, the figure left the room, flipping off the lights on their way out. Leaving you alone with two animatronics that had super-human strength, in the dark.

Their vivid fluorescent purple eyes stared into your soul, acting as the only light source in the room and shining a purple-tinted light onto your face. They raised their hands, full with tools likely stolen from parts and service.

Was that a drill?

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ANON I LOVE YOU PLS MARRY MEEEEEEEEE

I LOVELOVELOVE THISSS AUGH LOVE LOVE LOVE AFTON'D READER!!! AND THEIR TWO LOVELY BOYS AAAAAAA IM DEAD THEYRE TOO CUTE YOUR HONOR

afton reader, a horrible lil monster of a person, killing ppl on the regular: calls Sun and Moon cute names me:

[simulation-machine]

SIMS RELATED PROJECTS/UPDATES

My spring break is coming up in a week and holy crap do I have plans on plans on plans, especially since my summer is gonna be full of school + internship + HOPEFULLY friggin' graduating with a BA in Psychology so that I can start applying to grad schools.

Read more iffin' you'd like! It's long! Here's a picture of my golden retriever napping on her brother's food bowl to entice/entertain you:

god she is so precious i would literally kill for her

GOAL 1: MASTER GSHADE/ReSHADE

I know that some people are sticklers for this but my thing is that I had no gee-dee clue what I was doing with ReShade, whereas Gshade just kinda clicked and worked for me? That said I have a bunch of resources for learning ReShade so I might end up moving back to it at some point.

My main issue is figuring out the order of all the different effects. It obviously matters, I'm sure people smarter than me have tried to use presets only to be like "why tf does this look absolutely nothing like the baller screenshots this one cool Simblr has?" Annnd it turns out it's order + remembering to turn off certain graphic settings. Also photoshop, but that's gonna take a lot longer for me to figure out lol.

Like I'd been struggling to figure out why @gunthermunch's gorgeous Lithium preset wasn't looking as sexy as it did before annnnd it's because I forgot to turn Edge Smoothing off when switching to it. Jesus wept at how dippy I am sometimes.

Eventually, what I would like to do is maybe make my own preset at some point? I would be kind enough to show the effect order too if I did so. But this requires so, so much more shader knowledge than I currently have.

FUN FACT: My first ever degree was in art, I even went to a very fancy and private art school (School of the Art Institute of Chicago if you're curious)- I dropped out after one semester because uhhh that shit is expensive. Ended up finishing my degree at a much cheaper location in MN. That said, my art was 100% analog and 2D, and it turns out it did not translate super well into trying my hand at graphic art.

It's funny because I've been gifted really neat stuff for graphic art (like a really nice Wacom tablet and Adobe subscriptions), like people just expected my mixed-media ass would know what to do with it. NOPE! But yeah, Sims is sort of my excuse to try my hand at this stuff again, especially since I have a bit more energy now that my soul is not regularly being drained out of my body by customer service and tech support jobs.

GOAL 2: GET CRACKIN' ON ANOTHER DOOR

This one is hard because I am only on Gen 2 of the Orsons and it's sort of hard to justify starting up another story while that one is less than 1/5 of the way done.

THAT SAID, I don't plan on posting Another Door until I have a decent chunk of it done. Since it's not a casual gameplay story nor a legacy challenge, I plan on editing the bajeez out of the screenshots for it, really honing in on the aesthetic. I want it to look and feel very different from my random legacy challenge.

Fortunately, this story has been fucking up my sleep schedule for *months* now and I have a lot of the writing for it done. The hard part is translating that into the Sims, making sure I get the right poses and stuff, maybe even learning how to make some super easy CC (like, posters and stuff), and stuff related to GOAL 1 above.

What I'm saying is that it's going to take a bit. But I'm super serious about sharing it because it's my obsession and honestly the first time a story of my own design has possessed me in literal years.

Also, I want to make sure I have a significant backlog of the Orsons before I start seriously simming for it, because I don't want to screw over my favorite little pixel babies. This legacy challenge is going to be the one, I have done so much to keep my save files to keep it safe from harm (ask me how many backups I have of the save files. JK don't, the number is frankly silly).

GOAL 3: START YET ANOTHER MASSIVE CC PURGE

Y'all, my CC folder for this game is honestly an embarrassment. I go so hard on CC shopping because this community is stupid-talented and I like giving my pixel babies nice things and cool looks. When I'm bored and not quite in the mood for gameplay, I just like making neat-looking sims that I do absolutely nothing with because I love fucking around in CAS.

I have built my own PCs since I was 17 years old, and when I first built COMPUTERMACHINE (current rig) back in the autumn of 2018, it was with the goal that it would run Sims 4 flawlessly no matter what I did to it. It's got ridiculous amounts of RAM, I religiously update parts for it. And to be fair, even with the current 6,907,907,890 TB of CC I have atm it runs better than Sims 3 ever had with a measly 50 GB of CC.

But for me, it comes down to finding all the stuff I wanna use. Making myself get rid of the stuff I don't wanna use. Straight up yeeting the CC that I thought was going to look incredible that uh, didn't deliver.

I do CAS CC purges about once a year but have literally never done it for Build & Buy stuff, because OMG some of this shit I've had since 2014. Like when Sims 4 first came out. YIKES. My CAS CC obsession is notable but it's honestly nothing compared to my Build & Buy. Even before For Rent made building lots slow af, my PC was starting to take a solid minute to switch to different buy categories.

It would take a long af time so I want to make sure I have a bunch of content in the queue before I do it. It's gonna be a whole ass thing and be so, so boring to do. So I'm putting it off for when I have a ton of time to do it. Like, oh, my entire Spring Break?

GOAL 4: MAKE A FRIGGIN' RESOURCES LIST ALREADY

This would obviously need to wait until after GOAL 3 is completed, but I wanna make sure the awesome creators whose stuff I use get credit, and that people know where they can grab neat stuff. It would include not only CC but mods, Gshade/ReShade presets, and maybe even lots and sims I've downloaded from the gallery?

(Since I am super anti-paywall and very unapologetic and rude about it, I will also share where one could perhaps get some of these CCs without paying some dip a Trenta Starbucks Unicorn Frappucino amount of $$$)

It's ambitious as hell because *gestures vaguely at GOAL 3* but it would make things like doing WCIF asks and lookbooks so much easier.

Somewhat relatedly, I wanna make a navigation post, especially once Another Door starts getting posted. That story is gonna be a bit huge with multiple arcs that take place over the course of like, 14 years. Plus once the Orsons get to the 4th+ generation, it would be easier to track things down.

IN CONCLUSION...

I have been having so much fun sharing my silly little Sim adventures on Tumblr, so much more than I ever thought I would! You all have been so great to me, and all of this stuff is sort of a way for me to repay that. Ever since I stopped being able to be artistically creative ever since a really nasty depressive spell in 2017, Sims has been my #1 artistic outlet. And having people who are even somewhat entertained by my pixels is incredibly motivating.

Basically, if you read all of this, DAMN would you have been a rad livejournal follower of mine circa 2007. On the seriousness, however, thank you all so much for being rad and encouraging and sweet. I promise to do you all, if not proud, then at the very least not disappointed.

Time to hit the bong and take some pictures of Lou and Tatertot before taking my IRL doggos on a walk~

[keiththecat]

Admissible (Part Two)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader (You)

Summary: You've always hunted alone. That is, until Bobby sends you on a hunt near the Winchester brothers. How will things change when they come to help?

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+, series typical violence and monsters, weapons, cursing, groping/ almost sexual assault, self-doubt/ self-esteem issues, character death, injuries, hurt/comfort

Author's Note: Warning! The groping and almost sexual assault is stopped, but it is at the beginning of this part. I have marked the end of the section to skip with <>. (Be warned, the section to be skipped starts right at the beginning of this part!) I have also put a small summary at the very end of this part to explain what you need to know about the part that is skipped. (So if you're skipping the start, scroll down to the end, read the short summary, and come back up to the <>). Feel free to message me if you have any questions or concerns about anything. Y/N is your name, and feedback is always welcome. Thanks for reading and thanks for all the love so far! <3

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of the related characters. The Supernatural series is created by Eric Kripke and owned by The CW Network. This work of fan fiction is for entertainment only. I am not making a profit of any kind from this story. All rights of the original Supernatural series belong to The CW Network.

Part One

AO3 link here

You’ve been patted down, fingerprinted, photographed, and now you’re sitting handcuffed to the table in an interrogation room in front of Officers Davis and Johnson. Davis is the ray of sunshine that arrested you and processed you, getting a little too handsy when patting you down and taking your weapons and belongings. Johnson is a very tall and gaunt man in his 60s with the worst dark circles you’ve ever seen. He also looks like he hasn’t seen sunlight in probably the last five years. Desk jobs will do that to you, I guess. Davis is the one doing all the talking, leering at you.

“So here’s what we know,” Davis says, counting offenses on his fingers, “You’re not FBI. In fact, the name on your badge is completely fake. You had illegal knives on you and an illegal unregistered pistol. And you were caught around two of the families who have already had members killed recently. Sure does make us wonder who you are and what you were doing.”

Missus Miller must have been the one who called them. You stay silent, knowing that it’s your best bet. They won’t find an ID by searching your prints, but they will likely find them tied to other crime scenes, just due to the nature of your job as a hunter. They won’t find any record of the pistol, the serial numbers have been filed off for years. You send up a prayer to anything listening that they won’t find anything serious enough to keep you for more than a few days. 

“You would be smart to talk to us, explain some of this. Maybe if you gave us some answers, we could help,” Davis says.

You know he’s lying. The last thing you want to do is dig this hole any deeper. You smirk at him, then look at the ceiling and start counting the tiles to kill the time.

The officers sit, watching you for several more minutes. Davis continues trying to get you to talk, you continue ignoring him. This is going to be a very boring few days. I hope the boys can figure everything out and kill whatever it is before it gets anyone else. I hope they’re doing okay.

“I don’t think she’s talking, man. I’m taking a few,” Johnson gets up and walks out, leaving you alone with Davis.

After a moment, Davis gets out of his seat, moving around to lean on your side of the table. He places his hand on your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Just us now, sweetheart.” You glance at the camera in the corner of the room and notice the red recording light is no longer on. He’s leaning closer and you’re trying to decide if you can get away with headbutting him, adding assault to your charges, when there’s a knock at the door. Davis drops his hand as the door opens and Sam walks in. 

<>

“I certainly hope you haven’t been questioning my client without me, Officer,” Sam says, practically spitting out the last word. “I trust she has been informed of her rights and any charges against her?”

Davis moves away from you, “You’re her attorney?”

“I am, and I need a moment with my client. Thank you,” Sam leaves no room for discussion, taking a seat across from you and looking at Davis expectantly. 

Davis looks between the two of you for a moment, then scoffs and goes to leave. 

“And make sure all recording devices to this room are off,” Sam calls after him.

Davis grumbles under his breath, closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with Sam.

“Not that I don’t appreciate you being here, because I do,” you say, “but why aren’t you still out there hunting this thing? I can handle a day or two in jail-”

“Y/N,” Sam cuts you off, “I’m here. I’m getting you out of here. Dean is working on it. He can handle himself for a few hours. Besides, I saw how that creep was with you, I’m definitely not leaving you here. They’d probably have you here for longer than a couple days, impersonating a federal officer is a felony. Anyway, I’ve called in some help. What do they have of yours? Anything we can leave behind?”

You tell him about your weapons, holsters, and phone. He nods, looking up and seeming to think to himself for a moment. He pulls out a small kit from his pocket and picks the lock on your handcuffs, finally freeing your wrists. You reflexively rub at the red skin. “You seem strangely comfortable here,” you comment.

“Yeah, I was on my way to becoming a lawyer before... well, just before.” He stands, coming to your side of the table. “Ready?”

“Um, I guess?” you answer, “Want to fill me in on this plan of yours?”

You hear what sounds like wings fluttering, you register a hand on your shoulder, and the next instant, you’re standing inside your hotel room. Sam is still in front of you, “yeah. That’s my plan. Meet Castiel,” Sam gestures behind you.

You turn around, looking into comforting blue eyes. A man stands in front of you, messy dark brown hair, wearing a suit and tan trench coat. “Hello, Y/N. It’s nice to meet you,” he says. “You’ll find your belongings on the bed. Don’t worry, I disabled their cameras. They were not able to see me retrieving your things or us leaving.”

“Oh, wow, um, thanks,” you stutter out. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but who are you? What are you? How did you do that?”

Castiel takes it all in stride, “Not rude at all, Y/N. I would expect you to be curious. I am Castiel, an angel.”

“Oh. Okay.” That’ll take some getting used to. “Thank you, Castiel.”

“Of course, Y/N. Any friend of Sam and Dean is a friend of mine. Pray to me if you should need help again,” he says, then nods at Sam and disappears.

“I can send you his cell number, too,” Sam says, pulling out his phone.

“He’s an angel with a cell phone?” you ask, starting to pick up your things and put your weapons back in their places on your body.

“Yeah,” Sam says, “he’s basically one of us but with perks.”

Sam’s phone rings and he answers, “Hey Dean, you’re on speaker. Y/N is here.”

“You busted out already? That was fast,” Dean says.

“We had some help. I called Cas,” Sam tells him. “What’d you find out?”

“Well, Sam, remember the bank in Milwaukee?”

“A shifter?”

“You betcha. All dealt with. I’m on my way back to the motel now. You guys need a ride?”

Hearing it’s over, you let their voices trail off and sink down onto the edge of the bed. I stupidly got caught, Sam had to save me, and Dean finished the case. Maybe I’m not good enough for this job after all. You realize Sam is no longer on the phone and is looking at you in concern. “You okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you try to convince yourself.

You can tell he doesn’t believe you, but he doesn’t push the issue. He goes to watch out the window for his brother. A few minutes later, the Impala is pulling up outside and Dean is knocking on the door.

“Alright, Princess, I figured out what is wrong with your car. I can get it up and running in the morning, should be able to have you out of town by noon, “ he says, making himself comfortable on the chair across the room.

“Sounds good. Thanks, Dean. What do I owe you?”

“Hmmm,” he taps his chin, thinking, “I’ll consider us even if you buy me some pie at that diner.”

“That’s it?” You ask. He nods. You smirk, “Wow, you’re easier than they say. Deal. Let’s go.”

*

You end up at the diner, all having a slice of pie, Dean filling you in on the details of the shifter. Apparently Missus Miller was the shifter, or rather the shifter was pretending to be Missus Miller. Dean went back to question her, and she recoiled when he shook her hand. “Silver ring,” Dean explained, holding up his right hand and wiggling his fingers in the air. He was able to draw his silver knife and stab her in the heart before she could attack him. “Reflexes like a cat,” Dean bragged, mouth full of pie. You can’t help but smile at him.

You all finish your pie and pile back into the Impala to go back to your rooms for the night. Once again, you can feel both of them watching you during the drive. You do your best to ignore it, watching the streetlights pass by outside.

Outside your rooms, Dean promises to text you when he’s done with your car tomorrow. You thank him, say goodnight to the brothers, and head into your room for the night.

You strip down, deciding to take a bath to unwind. With the bath full of warm water, you sink in and hear your phone go off.

[Sam 9:52PM: You doing okay?]

[Y/N 9:53PM: Doing fine, sunshine. Why?]

[Sam 9:53PM: You’ve seemed off since Dean’s phone call earlier.]

Yeah, I’ve seemed off. I should be able to do this job by myself. I have been able to, until now. I shouldn’t have to rely on you and your brother and your angel friend to save my ass and finish my case.

[Sam 9:55PM: You know you’re one of the best hunters out there, right?]

You let his message go unanswered again. After a few more minutes, you decide to call it a night. You get out of the bathtub, dry yourself off, and put on your favorite pajamas. You’re crawling into bed when you hear a knock at the door. You get up and look through the peephole, seeing Sam standing there in black sweatpants and a long-sleeved grey henley. You sigh and open the door, “Yes, Sam?”

“You stopped answering, so I figured you could use a pick-me-up,” he holds up the bags in his hands, small smile on his face and dimples peeking out. Damn that smile and those dimples. You step out of the way, letting him inside. He comes in, emptying the bags onto the small table while you close and lock the door. “So, I brought ice cream: Phish Food and Americone Dream. I also got some Kit-Kats and M&Ms. We can talk or watch some TV. I’ve also been told I give good hugs.”

You feel like you’re in shock. He just met you today. Sure, he had apparently heard about you from Bobby, but you’ve only known each other for about ten hours. So far in those ten hours, he has taken your sarcasm in stride, gotten you out of jail, went shopping for snacks for you, and is now standing in your room offering hugs. Either he’s insane, or I’ve stumbled upon the eighth wonder of the world. You’ve spent your entire life building walls around your heart, firmly believing that feelings lead to nothing but hurt or death. Somehow in less than half of a day, this man in front of you has managed to obliterate them, leaving you feeling more vulnerable than you ever thought possible.

He turns around, looking at you, unsure what to make of your silence. “Or I can leave. I mean, if you want to be alone-”

He’s cut off by you rushing forward into his chest, wrapping your arms around his middle and resting your head against his chest. My God, he’s solid like a tree. Once his brain catches up, his arms wrap around you too and he rests his chin on your head. He’s absolutely right, this is the best hug ever. He squeezes you a little and then runs his fingers through your hair. You feel all your muscles relaxing. You stay like this for a while, his hands switching between playing with your hair and rubbing circles on your back.

“I’m strong,” you whisper.

“I know,” he says.

“I can take care of myself.”

“You do,” he agrees. “And you’ll continue to. We’ve just joined in now.”

You pull back a little, tears forming in your eyes. You look at each other, his eyes flicking to your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes. You shy away, pulling out of his arms and clearing your throat. “This all seems very… not your taste, Mister Chicken Wrap,” you joke, gesturing to the sweets and trying to deflect.

He shrugs, “Not really yours either, Miss Salad. But sometimes a little sugar rush can be a good thing.”

You give him a small smile, greatly appreciating that he is willing to change topic, opening the M&Ms and pouring yourself a few before offering the bag to him. He takes the bag, pouring out a couple into his hand and popping one into his mouth.

You sit on the bed, back against the headboard, and pat the space beside you, "So, tell me all about the enigma that is Mister Sam Winchester."

He sits beside you, and you spend the next few hours trading questions and learning all the little things about each other. You learn that his favorite color is blue, he is full of knowledge about true crime and serial killers, and he hates clowns. He listens to The Smiths, Bon Jovi, and Celine Dion. He prefers to eat healthily, and he runs at least once a day to stay in shape. “There are so many unknowns in this world and so many things that can take you out, I refuse to let my cholesterol be what does it,” he reasons. You open up to him as well, telling him your favorite holiday, color, music, and foods. By the time 2AM rolls around, he has resorted to telling you terrible dad jokes.

“You know,” he says, sounding serious, “I’ve realized I only know 25 letters of the alphabet. I don’t know y.”

You groan and laugh at the same time, “Your jokes are terrible, Sam!”

“Oh, I’m well aware. But hey, they make you laugh,” he says, laughing and nudging your shoulder with his. 

Your laugh dying down, you rest your head against his shoulder and sigh. “I guess we should get some sleep.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, “you’re probably right.” He pats your head before getting up. You follow him to the door and when he turns around to say his goodbye, you wrap your arms around him again. “Thank you, Sam. You’re kind of alright, I guess.”

He laughs a little, “yeah, you too, I suppose.” You think you feel the ghost of his lips on the top of your head before he pulls away from the embrace. With a smile and small wave, he closes the door, leaving you alone but your heart feeling lighter than it ever has. You crawl under the covers, smiling to yourself and sending one more message before turning out the lights.

[Y/N 2:09AM: Goodnight, Sam.]

[Sam 2:09AM: Goodnight, Y/N.]

<> You have been arrested and are being questioned in an interrogation room by two officers, Davis (who arrested you) and Johnson. You stay silent throughout their questioning, despite their threats and their attempts to coerce you into talking. Johnson leaves, and Sam enters shortly after.

Part Three

[detcodrivels]

"Kingdom Come"

Chapter 1: What's Done is Done

Everyone in the Kingdom knew that it was Queen Eri who ran the country, but it was King Kogoro who sat upon the throne. Or rather, in Shinichi’s considered opinion, slept upon the throne. Were it not for his cunning and calculated queen, the country might have folded long ago. He squandered the tax funds, threw ridiculous banquets, and made a general fool of himself often enough that a court jester was hardly necessary within the palace walls to keep the dignified aristocracy entertained. This would have been bad enough were it not for his habit of pointing fingers and picking fights with the neighboring nations. It took all of the strategic expertise and diplomatic innovation of his advisors to keep the country out of war, and more than once Shinichi heard accounts of the Head of the Secret Police, a man known by reputation alone, whose identity was synonymous with national security, literally on his knees before the throne begging the king to hold his tongue, and his finger, when things went awry within their country borders.

The threat of the northern country Ra-Ven was an ever growing concern for the military of Bei-ka, exacerbated by King Kogoro’s often drawn out and lengthy dissertations on how corrupt and evil of a country it was. Which, to be entirely fair to the sovereign, Ra-Ven was a corrupt nation. Not much was known about it, the identity of their ruler kept a strict secret, and more than once their agents had been deported after smuggling illegal substances, weapons and counterfeit funds into Bei-ka. That didn’t keep them from sneaking back in, a syndicate of their agents a growing concern to the national security, but it didn’t help the heightened tensions to have the King going on inebriated rants about their known rivals.

But then, the King often went off on tangents…it was part of how Shinichi got here in the first place. As a child, he had lived in the bustling central city of Bei-ka, where his parents ran a family playhouse. He’d spent his childhood playing with his cousin Kaito backstage, running through the rigging, experimenting with all sorts of tricks, achievable with just the right application of string and adhesive. But then his father, playwright of the theatre, had made the mistake of creating a satirical piece depicting their sad excuse for a monarch, exposing his hypocrisies and poking fun at his ineptitude. In the play, as Shinichi recalled, his mother, lead actress, had played the fictitious role of a noble consort, a role which the Queen took special exception to (especially considering the rumors that King Kogoro was, indeed, seeing a consort by the name of Okino, a story for another time).

Long story short, the King and Queen were less than pleased with the production, though it earned great reviews at the box office, and under threat of prosecution, Shinichi’s parents had little choice but to flee overseas or serve time for defamation of an aristocratic figure. Shinichi and Kaito, who had lost his parents in a fire only a year prior, were left on their own. He was sure his parents would have brought them with if they could, but fares across the ocean were expensive, and their documents had to be forged, and there was no guarantee they would even make it as ocean voyages were long and dangerous….and he knew that if they could have they would have kept the family together…

He had always thought his father the cleverest, smartest man in the world, but even he couldn’t figure out a way to make it work. And so, Yusaku and Yukiko Kudo had disappeared from the country of Bei-ka overnight, and Shinichi and Kaito were left behind. There was no changing that fact.

Well, then the army had arrived at their front door. Kaito, son a magician that he was, had no interest in sticking around to see what the military would end up doing with him, but Shinichi had been frozen in place as they filed into his house, tore his father’s library apart searching for evidence, tore apart his entire childhood before his eyes and then dragged him away, never to return. And that was how, some six months later, he was waking in a shared barracks, a soldier to the army of Bei-ka, loyal warrior for his majesty King Kogoro.

There were daily drills, barked orders, guard duties and a whole host of unglamorous affairs expected of him. Their food was nasty at best, nothing compared to his mother’s homemade curry. The sheets were scratchy, the beds were hard, and the days were long. But not everything about his newfound life was horrible. There were some aspects that made it, dare he admit it, tolerable. And one was that the window in his particular rampart barrack looked out across the inner palace and directly towards the tower bedroom where the crown jewel of the empire slept: the King and Queen’s only daughter, the beautiful Princess Ran.

He knew it was pathetic. He knew it was stupid. After everything he’d lost, everything he’d been through, he went soft and silly looking across the palace at a girl. But Princess Ran was different from her imbecile father and stringent mother. She was beloved by everyone in the country. She was kind, and sweet, and cared passionately about goodness and rights, advocating for those that someone in her position would never have to behold, but she did, she went out of her way to know even the poorest, most destitute of her people, and no one doubted that the day she took the throne would be the beginning of a renewed era within Bei-ka. Her contests to her parents’ authority were legendary, but both adored her far too much to put a stop to the challenging behavior. In fact, it might be said the only thing King Kogoro actually took seriously was his daughter, his every day revolving around her wishes and her wellbeing.

“Oi! Kudo!”

He turned just as Heiji’s hand dropped onto his shoulder and the fellow knight leaned up against the window pane. “Morning, Hattori…”

“Oggling again?”

Shinichi rolled his eyes in an attempt to play it off. “I was just watching the sun rise.”

“Watching the RAN rise?” Heiji’s mouth split into an ear to ear mocking grin as he pulled away and adjusted his shoulder straps. “Outta your league, Kudo.”

Shinichi was about to shove his bunk mate when he noticed the double doors to the Princess’s balcony patio open and out she streaked into the morning sun, her long flowing pink satin robe sailing behind her, just covering the lacy white nightgown. Her rich brown locks fell in a sheet down her back as she stretched and yawned into the morning air. Someone from within room, just out of sight, passed her a delicate cup, probably tea or coffee, which she sipped as she leaned over the railing.

“You’ve got a problem,” Heiji muttered with a shake of his head. He raked a hand through his sleep tousled hair, “Gotta get your head out of the towers and back to earth, find a nice girl within your station. Like my Kazuha,” he prattled on as he started assembling his knight’s tunic, “She’s a nice girl, from a nice family, and once I’ve made good here, I’m gonna go back West, sweep her off her feet and ask her to marry me.”

Shinichi turned away from the window and looked his bunk mate up and down. Despite the confidence in his voice and the cocky grin, Shinichi could see the shadows under his eyes from a less than restful night, and the deep purple blemish on cheek. Some parents were too distant, Shinichi mused, others much too attentive.

Heiji was what they called a Generational Knight. His father, Heizo Hattori, was a top General, his grandfather was, too, and so on and so forth for as far back as the country existed, and it was fully expected that Heiji would follow in the same footsteps and become the same type of respectable figure as all Hattori men had been forever and always. But that only meant his father was harsher and stricter with Heiji than with any other entry soldier. Heiji was meant to be better than the others, faster, more apt because it was meant to be in his blood, and often that push for excellence was reflected upon the fellow teen’s skin in ways Shinichi tried not to concentrate on too long.

Shinichi dragged himself back to his bunk and started dressing himself for the grueling day that lay before him. “Correct me if I’m wrong,” he jested, “but she’s not really your Kazuha yet, is she? Didn’t you say you haven’t built up the nerve yet, or something…? Something about not wanting to tell her how you feel and then leave…”

There was friendly fire in Heiji’s sea-green eyes. “I don’t haf-ta say it,” he shot back.

By now the others in the barracks were also shaping up for the day, the shared room occupied by ten of the newest soldiers and as the clock tower bell rang upon the hour, the door was opened and one of the Junior Knights entered to ensure they were all up. Shinichi was glad it was Lieutenant Takagi today; he was always a little easier on them than the others. Still, the boys stiffened upon his entrance and saluted the higher ranking officer, as was expected.

“Morning! Out of bed! Breakfast in fifteen!” He shouted, “Don’t be late!”

It wasn’t so much a warning as a reminder. Those who failed to report on time for meals didn’t eat. It was part of their training, part of what stiffened them into soldiers. Punctuality was important. Reporting for duty was important. Following orders. Don’t question, just do. It was easier said than done. Together, he and Heiji scrambled to finish assembling their multi-piece uniforms and then scrambled out of the barracks in a rush for the mess hall.

Little did Shinichi know, as he gobbled up his dry toast and soggy oats, that this day would change his fate forever. He had thought his life already irrevocably altered. He’d lost his parents, his cousin, his family. He was a conscripted soldier for goodness sake! He would never have believed fate could be twisted even more. But that day, a normal, cool spring morning, the perfume of cherry blossoms wafting upon the breeze, was the day Ra-Ven would attack the palace of Bei-ka with the sole interest of taking the life and soul of the country from its pedestal, to take Princess Ran away from her people, and to crush the will of Bei-ka in the process.

[kindred-spirit-93]

in the words of yet another post ive misplaced; first drafts are always perfect because they exist. *throws glitter* God bless :)

hello world. todays guest is my oc from the riordanverse where ill be presenting her in interview format. please welcome Hilal!

✧ basics & background:

Hilal (20) is the daughter of Hades and Nur, a university professor of languages and translation, and the older twin sister to brother Badr.

Nur is Jordanian and acquired her higher education in the UK via scholarship where soon after meeting and marrying Hades she had the twins on December 31st.

the trio moved to Jordan to live with Nur's family when the twins were about 11. they graduated highschool at 17 with american HSDs (international curriculum).

the twins are unaware of their parentage nor their status as demigods, interestingly enough and for reasons that are not yet clear, neither ever faced the typical challenges demigods usually do (most likely a combination of geography and genetics)

･ﾟ.･ﾟ✧ .･ﾟ･ﾟ

✧ premise:

shortly after the twins' graduation, they travel as a break before starting university in october, deciding to also to visit Nur's brother in the states who had recently married and taken up a teaching post at a university.

tragedy strikes as it does, and a major car accident results in premature deaths of both Nur and Badr. Hilal is now left alone in a place she does not know and a future up in smoke.

a couple of months of physiotherapy and healing later, Hilal recieves a strange letter from a 'Chiron' who requests a meeting to discuss parentage and prospects. this eventally leads to her taking up residence at camp half blood with arrangements yet to be made for her education.

since she is older than the typical demographic of demigods, some rules dont apply per se. she ends up as an intern of sorts for Chiron, who is later revealed to be her half uncle (and therefore mahram lol). Hades claims her on the eve of her 20th birthday and they have tea in the underworld (ft. death glares and pop tarts)

･ﾟ.･ﾟ✧ .･ﾟ･ﾟ

✧ Demigod fact file and trivia:

as the daughter of Hades she possesses an affinity for the dark and its derivatives, her abilities are somewhat unknown as she has neither trained let alone mastered them.

most curiously however is her relationship with the natural world, specifically botany; she seems to have influence over life and death simultaneously, making her even more of an outlier than she was already.

the working theory is that being demigod twins may have a hand in the way certain qualities manifest, being split so to speak between the siblings. but it still doesnt explain her chlorokinesis.....

she is a natural in the kitchen, and uses her newfound hobby of baking to process and manage her trauma among other things

spoiler alert yall due to shenanigans she takes after persephone

the plot thickens: a secret meeting between persephone and an inconsolable Nur in her final trimester ends with a bit of a boon, the result is Hilal bein a unique flavour of underworld.

･ﾟ.･ﾟ✧ .･ﾟ･ﾟ

✧ the interview: (fair warning this is pretty meta but its fun and i like the concept)

Change of plans: post is a lil long already so ill add a link to the interview if/ when i make it lol

made a first part and it is awful lol, ill see what i can do for the next part if i ever get around to it and editing the first

[necromonica]

so i have this Welcome Home AU that’s been spinning in my brain like its being microwaved

flet me get something out of the way first: i am a big fan of unused content and things that Are Not Supposed To Be There (I mean I’ve watched videos of Pokemon glitches for entertainment) and I do love to snoop around game files for anything cool to uncover (i’d blame games like Undertale and DDLC for that one) so when I decided to dig through some of PartyCoffin’s old content? my brain just went “ooo shiny” like a crow.

 Though I did make sure to check PartyCoffin’s fanwork guide and they did say to not spread old conceptual artwork (Prior to January 2021) so I’ll just talk about it through text instead. Be warned, this might be a long one.

So, I’ve taken to calling this the Scrap AU, because this AU includes some scrapped/old designs and concepts that I’ve thought about a lot. 

Now, First thing you gotta know: There’s Two Wallys (wallies? yeah) where one is that one with the rainbow jacket instead of the rainbow pants which has been nicknamed Walter by myself. This guy represents the religious aspect of Welcome Home that PartyCoffin has since removed which im pretty sure was a thing but i can never tell with my brain.

The other one is a bit more dubious because it’s based off of that art you can see in Partycoffin’s portfolio with Wally wearing that specific suit (no rainbows? :( ) on that chair and quite frankly i’m about as indecisive with what he’s doing as i am figuring out if that art is considered concept or just the other wally in a cool new outfit.

I don’t have too much of a story yet other than that the final designs, the neighbours, weren’t the only one to get hit with the “probably very sentient” juice that their creators gave ‘em, but the concept designs too. those guys just wander around aimlessly, kind of sad that they didn’t get to see the light of day like their other designs. assuming they do meet the neighbours through reasons im not yet quite sure of, some of them would be happy to meet who they would’ve been neighbors with or see who they would’ve become, some are a bit upset and would rather not think about the fact that they’re scrapped designs, and others wish to take the spotlight for themselves (mainly the wally duo) so that they could be the one the kids adore, not realizing that the show hasn’t been on air in ages and basically everyone has forgotten they exist.

well besides from maybe a concept design sally and poppy wanting to help the neighbours and concept design frank being under the kind of upset catagory, that’s pretty much all i got.

hope this spins around in your head as much as it spins around mine.

oh, and partycoffin, if you do read these, i adore each and every one of your designs you make, complete or incomplete. mostly the complete ones but seeing concept designs is also pretty neat in its own way.

[husbandomail-archive]

Ok I'm sorry for so many but would it be possible to get traveling headcanons for nessa, guzma, and ryuki?

no need to apologize lmao, I run this blog exactly bc I wanna write for people!!

Nessa:

Your first impression of Nessa had been wrong. You’d heard she was a model, and then you’d seen some of her photoshoots and commercials, so you had assumed she was prissy and not up for a rough-and-tumble adventure. Then you had mentioned you were traveling to Circhester next, and she’d asked if she could come with you; you had only agreed because you wondered how a model would handle the Wild Area.

She handled it far better than you could. Nessa’s long legs carried her through the tall grass as if she was floating; you, on the other hand, were constantly being tripped up by grass knots, weighed down by the bags on your back. Nessa would turn back to check on you and you’d just smile, assuring her you were fine— she was so confident in herself, you felt bad for ever doubting her.

One of Nessa’s more obscure talents is how easily she reads the weather. You had been relying on your Rotom phone and its little news pop-ups; Nessa, though, was able to just glance toward the sky and tell you it would be raining tomorrow, or the wind was about to pick up so you’d better be careful with your tent. She’s not really the type to talk much about herself, but she does mention that it’s a skill from living near the water— maybe she could teach you sometime too.

Guzma:

Guzma was difficult to travel with, and you’d expected as much. Constantly charging into battles despite being exhausted, wanting to argue with every suggestion you made— but he’d promised to escort you from Po Town back to Malie Garden, and he had every intention of keeping that promise. Even though you were butting heads every few minutes about which path through Route 17 would be the quickest.

Impulsive as always, Guzma was ill-prepared for his escort mission; you’d been traveling long enough, your bag full of food and supplies. Guzma simply had whatever was in his pockets. He walked several steps ahead of you, his Golisopod ahead of you both and easily cutting a path through the thick foilage. You would glance up at your not-quite-valiant escort only to find him watching you from the corner of his eye— when your gaze met his, Guzma’s face would flush bright red and he’d turn around with a scowl, only to peek back at you again. After so many echoes of “You sure you ain’t hungry?” or “I bet you ain’t used to walkin’ like this,” you finally took the hint. Time to set up camp.

Although he tried to act tough, Guzma’s facade would slip just enough for you to file new information away in your mind. Usually he wasn’t much for cooking; the moment your campfire was blazing, though, he was setting up the metal dishes you’d pulled out, tearing berries apart with his hands, tossing some of them into the pot and others to the pokemon. He’d let his Surskit bury itself in his hair as he worked, his movements sloppy but confident— but when he realized you were watching, he would inevitably fumble. If you were lucky enough— if he was nervous enough— he might talk too much and tell you about himself.

Ryuki:

Honestly, what else were you expecting from a trip with an entertainer? The biggest surprise was the fact that he’d chosen you. Ryuki had suddenly declared his intention to journey until inspiration struck him, and he’d be needing an assistant to carry his things and buy his dinner— and, (un)fortunately, you’d been the first person he laid eyes on.

And that’s how you ended up in the midst of Lush Jungle for the first time since your island trials. You weren’t quite struggling under the weight of Ryuki’s luggage; his bags were more clunky than anything, obscuring your vision and making you glad his gaudy outfit was so easy to spot amidst the sea of green. When you’d first met the rock star, you figured he was shallow, but he paid well; it was times like this, though, that you occasionally realized there was something else underneath. When you stumbled and dropped one of his cases, Ryuki was quick to reach out, helping you steady yourself before he cared about his luggage in the mud.

He was a night person, you learned that too. Even as the sun faded out and left you plunging blindly through the darkness, he showed no signs of exhaustion— if anything, he seemed thrilled to bring out his Turtonator and keep trudging along in its emberlight. But Ryuki was also observant; he noticed you slowing down behind him. He was the one to stop first, kicking aside debris on the ground until you had room to spread your sleeping bag, and he was the one to scrounge up dinner as you rested, yet again relying on Turtonator’s flames to roast it to perfection. When it was just the two of you, Ryuki wasn’t putting on an act.

[finsterhund]

so you have any info for an english translation of the original french heart of darkness? you did mention some diffrences in what andy says and id like to know more about it!

I've been on and off looking for a professional translator or dedicated fan who's first language is French to pay to create a transcript and then making a subtitled video of all the cinematics, possibly even modifying the PAF file to create a fanmade English subbed install of the game that properly runs. But finances and stress has put that on the back burner. It is very much planned though. I fully intent to make this a resource available online when I get there.

My French is poor enough that I cannot do this by myself but good enough that I can notice differences and in slower sections pick out specific words and understand the meaning. From what me and other people have said, there's a more serious tone in the general cutscenes with Andy being presented as more younger and naiver and with dialogue that is less "of the time period." Knowing that there was a large cardboard cutout of arnold schwarzenegger in a tv interview that showed a bit of Eric's studio at around that time, the inclusion of a Terminator reference at the final confrontation for the English dub makes sense. Particularly in that scene, it would not make sense for a direct translation. As in French the Master essentially goes "We'll all die" and Andy says "No, you'll die" which sounds more like a meme sort of joke line directly translated into English where as in the English dub the Master goes "You'll kill us all" to which Andy responds with the comeback. Andy being a bit spicier and quipping with the big bad being the ultimate result of the change.

Contrastly, Andy actually swears in the original. In the opening cinematic he says "merde" several times, which in the English dub is translated as "shoot" as oppose to the more correct "shit"

There's some figures of speech that weren't directly translatable. the "sleeping in class" is basically "head in the clouds" in the original French and from what I can tell the Teacher's rant is more along the lines of "if black holes are so boring maybe you'll be more entertained by the black of the cupboard" as black/dark are both "noir" and that's a bit of a word pun with black hole and the dark.

Other notable differences that I can confidently point out are what appears to be a political joke in reference to the European Union when Vicious is first thrown against a wall (this scene due to a mixing error is almost impossible to hear in the English dub so it was a point of focus when trying to listen and understand what the lines were in the original French), and the Ami/Friends/Amigos not being speakers of another human language. They simply speak broken French. Which I think makes more sense that their species is called "Friends" and the one that Andy befriends is called "Friend" because it's them using a human word they know. It's not their actual name. Just something they hope Andy will understand. Interestingly, the English dub and the Spanish dub are the only ones that changed this, instead having the Friends be shown to speak one human language better than that of Andy and the viewer. It's common knowledge for the English dub that Spanish was chosen for the language of the friends. In the Spanish dub, it's English! Not related to the French dub itself, but I found that fun.

Additional fun fact about things lost in translation. Maître (Master) has a dual meaning. It's also the title given to what's the equivalent to primary school teachers by their students. So hahaha the teacher and the master are the same entity hehehe.

There's probably more word puns. I'd argue that if there's any more significant differences it'd be more lost in translation stuff.

Oh, also my current blog title is "Send the Flying Spectres" because that's what the Master says in the original French where in the English dub he just says "Get him"

[rachael-needs]

Rachael Kneads, a 40 year old self made woman of great dignity and respect. Rachael was well renowned throughout her community. Her dealings in precious metals, jewels and her cherished lingerie line and adult novelty company Lustful Desires had earned her the utmost respect of all who had the pleasure of commerce with her. A very dignified and grandiose woman. She has long black shiny hair that he keeps pulled back in a tight French braided ponytail. Her eyes are jet black and seem to be able to drill right through you. High cheekbones, full luscious lips, thin highly arched eyebrows, and a smooth creamy complexion. Gorgeous. When it comes to Rachael’s body? Well.., she is built like a Penthouse model. She has fairly large breasts that are firm and uplifted, an hourglass figure with full hips and a perfectly shaped plump rear end. Her legs are strong and shapely. She definitely doesn't look her age. As for makeup? She doesn't wear much. She doesn't need it. Just a little here and a little there but always a deep red lipstick. She loves her red lipstick. At five eleven she was quite the imposing figure and with her jet black hair and deep black eyes…., she could stare down even the biggest of men. Miss Rachael, as she was referred by most, was matter of fact and always to the point. A strict woman of business. She was the sole owner and CEO of “Lustful desires” lingerie and adult novelties Inc. Her office was on the top floor of her own seven story building which stood on the outskirts of the city. It used to be a clothing manufacturer back in the 1930s. It was big and ominous. A gothic architecture style building with gargoyles, stone walls, a large stared entrance with huge oak doors and massive barred windows. It looked something like a castle. Scary to some, perhaps even haunted. She had it all refurbished and brought up to date for use as her own manufacturing. The office contained fine antique furniture. A huge oak desk with a large black leather chair. There was a big brown leather sofa and two matching chairs. The windows were floor to ceiling and the walls old cherry wood paneling. Wall to wall carpeting as well.

Her business had grown to the point where she wanted to obtain an assistant. Not just to handle secretarial duties but a personal assistant, someone a little more personal than just a secretary. Yes, much more than just a secretary. She didn't like to use the word amusement but that pretty much sums up the duties of Rachael’s assistants. Someone entertain her. by whatever means necessary.

She decided to place an ad in the local job search media for a secretary/personal assistant. Someone who would be taking care of office business and personal things as well. The ad reads as follows:

Needed, young female for secretarial services. The ideal candidate will be able to read and write of course, but must be able to pay close attention to detail, follow instructions faultlessly. Someone dedicated, loyal, compliant. Must be obedient and uncomplaining. Typing, shorthand and filing experience is a plus. Send your résumé to Rachael Kneads, lustful Desires.

P.S, This could possibly be a live in position.

Name.

Age.

Complete physical description.

Small bio or backstory if you will.

Send this information to;

Rachael.kneads@letsroleplay.com to set up an interview with my receptionist.