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justapersonherelol · 5 months ago

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my thoughts on what I believe is the three top Lucifer ships

Adamsapple/Guitarduck:

Starting off on an unrelated note, MY GOD, ADAMSAPPLE??? THATS SO CREATIVE OML

I like it! The ship is simple, it has great chemistry and sets up great angst potential for the ship, especially with the heavy theory that Adam will turn up as a sinner for season two. Also, it’s heavily implied that Lucifer has done the horizontal tango with two of the og humans, so why not make it all three and finish up his collection? Adding onto that, they could have a great relationship as awkward exes from their time in Eden Garden, and man Lucifer has a crap ton of autistic rizz.

however, that’s the problem. I can only see them as exes. I mean, Lucifer didn’t seem to have any leftover attachment to Adam when he died, and ultimately did choose Lilith over Adam. Also, Adam has Lute now, and objectively has a healthier potential romance than him and Lucifer.

So, I like the ship and honestly go ahead (I say that with all three ships lol, ship what you want as long as you don’t force it onto others) but it’s not really one for me.

Radioapple:

Okay… I ship this.

it’s just a really silly ship and I really like their dynamic already!

HOWEVER, I don’t want this to become canon. I ship this only fanonly, and I like aroace Alastor NOT ending up with anyone, because currently Alastor thinks he hasn’t found the right person yet, and him falling in love with Alastor would actually kinda undermine the whole self discovery of asexualism/aromanticism in the first place! Yes, making him fall in love with Lucifer AFTER his whole sexuality discovery thing could really be impactful to the audience as a way to show what a aromatic or asexual person could experience, but I don’t want the show to be centered around Alastor, and if they added all of that while still balancing every single character development, the show would just be too long.

Lucilith:

oh boy do I have a crap ton of stuff to say about THIS ONE.

It’s the canon ship. The main characters parents. LUCIFER LITERALLY WENT TO HELL FOR LILITH, Lucifer is DEFINITELY the bottom and we have an IMPECCABLE height difference, we LOVE TO SEE THE SHORT KING WITH HIS 190-something CM WIFE. Who’s ALSO THE MOST BADASS WOMAN IVE SEEN. LIKE, GURL, STEP ON ME 🔥🔥🔥

But… Liliths been gone for seven years. She left her husband and her daughter. Lilith also is shown to be taking Charlie away from Lucifer in that one scene, causing him to fall into his depression… do you really love your husband if you leave him? Taking your daughter with you? And she doesn’t look good right now, because apparently she’s in Heaven? Perhaps she made a deal with them? It’s just.. really sad.. and sadly, i see the similarities to some parents.

Some parents fell out of love but refuse to divorce because of their children or tradition. It’s common and depressing, and often ends up worse than if they had just divorced. They fight and give each other snarky as comments, put each other down and take the other away from their child because they treat them to be a bad influence or something? And I think that’s what we see with Lucifer and Lilith right now. They were together for who knows how long, and Lilith was young. Who knows how old Lucifer is. Maybe… they were young, they did rash things, and swore they were going to love each other forever, but puppy love just doesn’t last forever. Lucifer might still love her and abandoned everything FOR her, but Lilith might have used him as a first love, an ex. Since most of Hazbin hotels audience are young adults… it could be a good idea to display the fact that not all love lasts forever. They could fall of out of love. Eternal love, while sweet, is foolish. All couples also have their ups and downs, and Lucifer and Lilith not having those just sounds wrong, yknow?

Lucifer deserves better than a relationship where they share mutual hatred but stay together for the sake of a child. Sometimes, divorce is the best option, whether you like it or not.

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extranenas · 3 months ago

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the final of 2018 | part one

pairing: luka modric x reader

genre: fluff…?

plot: being on a mens soccer team was hard- but having to be in the world cup finals and play against her husband…?

extra: so for the sake of the story, reader was born in france (but yknow race isnt specified but yknow u got french residency😭😭)

masterlist

july 15, 2018 | 3rd person p.o.v

today was the 2018 world cup finals in russia. throughout the entirety of her career- she worked up to finally make it into the damn final, to taste what people said she'd never do, win the world cup.

yes, she is a woman who played on mens teams, she always did. people always said she had a talent that was undeniable- something she couldnt hide and was huge. something that marked her as the greatest woman player to grace the iconic green grass.

starting out in psg's mens team at age 18 in 2006, being the talk of the game because it was a girl on the mens team in 2007, who soon had went to croatia to play around with one of their teams. her trip there caused up in her meeting her future husband and father to her kids.

2007 | 3rd person p.o.v

when psg had decided to go on a tour around europe, they had went over to the balkan side where croatia resided. they had contacted dinamo zagreb, one of the major croatian teams to come over to paris as a "training help" of some sort.

they wanted to show what it was like to train like one of the most well known team- what its like to be on the bigger stage than what they were used to.

when they had arrived at their training facilities- they didnt expect to see a girl in the front of the field with the coaches and managers.

a girl was the player everyone was talking about in the soccer world? this famed player was a girl?

2007 | lukas p.o.v

she went around and shook everyones hand, introducing herself- i found out her name was ___- the captain of the team. i thought it was weird cause why are we training with the womens team?

wait... there's guys coming out instead of girls. is she the captain of the mens team?

"i forgot to mention- yes i play on the mens team- yes im the captain of it. i know this is extremely rare to see a girl- best be known a 19 year old girl be in this position but youre seeing it now."

i nod as she chuckled after her clarification. she was the girl everyone talked about... she was quite pretty too… maybe this wouldnt be bad?

present | 3rd person p.o.v

people always doubted the girl who was on this level- spewing nonsense like she couldn't be compatible with the mens team- shes too weak and yet she probed them wrong every time. it was unheard of for a girl to do that- but it didnt mean it was completely new.

what was new though- was dating your (well future) teammate. throughout 2007 up to 2010, the pair of luka modric and ___ was the ultimate pair on the field and out of. they even went so far to get married in 2010 and two years later, soon their daughter had donned the modric-___ last name. after that, their twin boys in 2016 had also donned that name as well.

even though they went through the troubles of being teammates then rivals while being lovers out of the game- they thought they were used to it. used to the times when ever luka had scored- shed come up running to him- jumping onto his back and giving him a huge kiss on the cheek.

used to the times hed yell from excitement as she did the slide trick- the trick where shed kick the ball under some player and immediately slide between them and score that goal the team desperately needed.

used to the times where hed immediately hug her after every goal she did- kissing her forehead as the crowd roared from the stands. they were used to working and against together on the field.

but it was never at this level. despite cheering on eachother and their team to win the world cup- saying they'd support either one no matter who won it- they never thought theyd get it to the point where they were against eachother on the world cup final.

the country who hasnt won at all and was only 27 years old, and the team who won the 1998 world cup.

three minutes before kick off | ___ p.o.v

i looked around the filled stadium- the atmosphere had never failed to impress me. the cheers, lights, overall pride was just... beautiful... the chance of your country winning... the people who believe you will take them to the top... its just... beautiful...

i soon saw kylian walking up to me- placing his hand on my shoulder as i put mines on top of his- looking at him with a smile.

"if we win... then... what...?"

"we have the best time of our lives, ___. youll be the best of the best- if your husband isnt already 'great' enough."

i let out a tiny laugh- soon looking at the stands to find my kids, adeliene, matteo, and santiago. i wonder how hard it is for them to support your parents when both of them are going against eachother.

i sighed as we got into the lines when they played the national anthems. i sung mines with pride as the other team did with theirs. i soon look around my body to check if anything was out of place- my eyes immediately glancing to my arm with the captains band around it.

i reluctantly walked out of the line with my countries flag to the front of the field to exchange the banners. i wait and see luka walk up with the red, blue, and white flag that had donned the crest in the middle.

i smile before shaking his hand and exchanging the flags- quickly pecking his cheek before whispering.

"good luck mon amour..."

"good luck to you moja ljubav..."

i nod before walking back to my spot- feeling more guilty now that there's a chance that i might steal my husbands dream of winning the world cup.

before i knew it- kickoff was going to start in a few seconds. i immediately got to my spot as a midfielder- yet tried to find my husband on the other side of the field. i did- and blew him a kiss- one he grabbed and took with a smile.

i soon thought about our conversation from before- what would- could- happen.

flashback | 3 person p.o.v

she sat on the hotel room- looking up at her husband with a conflicted face as he looked outside.

"amour...? how do you feel...?"

"... confused... guilty...”

"lukita look at me, please."

she watched as he slowly turned to look at her- his face filled with worry and dread. this wasnt the first time he went to the world cup final- yet this was worser than the one before. she soon got up and cupped his face- kissing his nose.

"baby... i know its hard for the both of us- we both want to win... i know amor..."

"but i dont want to go against you- its so hard to have to be your rival- to pretend we hate eachother whenever youre on the opposite team when i love you with my whole heart and soul- i cant do it on the other cups level... draga... i cant do it on the world cup level... i just cant..."

"i know but... one of us is gonna win... we have to do it whether you like it or dont. baby, if you win, ill be so glad, so happy you finally get what you deserve, something you always worked for...”

"but you... you deserve it more than i do... i want it but-"

"no buts... baby you deserve it... and if i manage to win, i swear ill dedicate every goal to you- every damn goal. it doesnt matter who wins, we still love eachother very much. we'll forever be lm10 and __5... forever...

to be continued 🫶

#luka modric #luka modric x reader #lm10 #soccer #football #fanfiction #help 😭#soccer fans #world cup #wc18

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years ago

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📓!

listen listen listen. i think about this one too much.

angus mcdonald, boy detective. he's not exactly new to the detective business, but he solved a pretty Big case and now ppl respect him more. they give him Special Permissions. specifically, he is given permission to take a crack at some older unsolved cases after solving one that has stumped everyone for Quite Some Time (insert classic spicy murder case here). he's getting to become a pretty Notable Detective and he is Ready For This. and a lot of them really just needed a fresh pair of eyes. like, hello, of course old mrs johnson wasn't murdered by her dog, it was obviously her Goddamn Husband, Holy Shit. that kinda thing, yknow??

so he takes this new case on. missing person, easy peasy. only it is not, in fact, easy peasy. the case goes as followed: elven woman, 300ish years old, has been missing for 10 years, was wearing a red robe, had an umbrella etc etc. it's a very pathetic case, if im being completely honest. angus tries to contact the family but the only stone line they gave is dead and every address they gave comes up fruitless. he thinks that maybe they're like, dead, or they gave up. understandable, considering their case had pretty much been declaimed dead before it started.

(which only makes angus wanna solve it more, ofc ofc)

and try as he might, angus just keeps hitting dead ends. like, so many fucking dead ends. he always feels like he gets close to something, but there's a Mental Block stopping him. not like a "i dont know what to do next" mental block, like a "i cannot physically comprehend what's going on anymore" mental block. he spends a while doing other cases, but he keeps coming back to it because there has never been a case angus mcdonald couldn't solve.

eventually, he finds another lead. or well, another case. the rockseeker family hears word about him and hire him to take a crack at finding cyrus rockseeker. coincidentally, he went missing ten years ago. that in itself is not too unusual- faerun as a whole has a disturbing amount of missing person cases, most dating 10 to 12 years ago. but that's a different thing entirely. the point is is that angus had a lead on where cyrus might have gone. the rockseekers own a mine- wave echo cave- and angus is like, 90% sure that's where he went.

so he gets down there and he doesn't find cyrus- but he does find someone else. red robe, check. umbrella, check. elf… skeleton- not preferable, but check. and angus, of course, does not want to tamper with crime scene evidence but he's gotta take something back with him to get tested, to use as proof so they can send another team down here, etc. so he takes the umbrella. and the ding dang skeleton disintegrates. aw man D:

so now he has an umbrella. a lead one case (angus knows all about the door n the rockseeker blood and all that. he had to sit through 45 mins of the rockseekers explaining this to him. but cyrus has got to be behind that door.), a kind of solved second case. at the very least, he can now inform the family what happened to their elf friend and assure them that he will continue to update them as the rockseeker case progresses.

only he can't find them. at all.

this is where the idea gets a little choppy. bc one one hand, i would Love for him to be able to find them before anything else. bc i like confrontation scenes. i did write a lil ficlet on that that we are ignoring for the sake of this ask meme lsdkfsd.

on the other hand, i have a very very vivid image of angus continuing to work on rockseeker case and trying to find the elf woman's family. when that falls through, he makes the rockseeker case his main priority. except that like- this umbrella does not want to leave him alone. the magic department in goldcliff say that it's an umbrastaff which means it's magic. and while angus does not want to tamper with evidence, it's hard when the thing literally rolls after him. it's his Friend now!! he loves it! it throws flames at his enemies!

anyway lskdfsd eventually it gets to a point where the rockseeker family is called in to help open the door- if they want to know where cyrus went, they're gonna have to get in that room. angus has a very uncomfortable adventure with gundren rockseeker and finally, finally the door is open. inside is, as predicted, is cyrus. except he's all burnt up and there's this Glove on his hand. and, again, angus does not like tampering with evidence but this time he doesnt even get to debate his reasons why by gundren is taking the glove and then he's on fire and, yknow, all of that.

jumpcut to angus in phandalin. end of htbg's style, the city goes up in flames, angus hides in the well with his umbrella friend. by the time he gets out, the entire city is just. Gone. n all that's left is the circle of black glass.

this, ofc, leads to a lot of investigations on what the Fuck happened. angus gives the glove a wide berth as he calls in reinforcements. part of me wants to say the militia takes the glove, somehow, but that seems like a mess. i think it's more of them blocking off the area and trying to figure out what the fuck it is, because they all feel the Weird Vibes about it. several people end up banned from the case because they just- want it so bad.

one morning, angus wakes up (im imagining little tents set up around the glassing) to an alarm blaring. there are People trying to steal the glove. angus isn't the toughest lil guy, but he's determined and he's fast, so he's the first to catch up with them. the thieves have this big silver ship that they are racing back, but Angus somehow manages to cut them off. he points the umbrastaff at them and is like "what the FUCK do you think your doing??"

missing person case, now ft. angus mcdonald as the role of Missing Person. turns out these thieves are not above kidnapping if you've got the umbralla that belonged to their long lost family member.

i could go on. i have imagined this so many different ways. i have so many thoughts. this got so long help sldjfsdf

#i am speaking #i have so many thoughts !!!!!!!#asks #terezis #ise cube answers #idea ask game

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mekanikaltrifle · 2 years ago

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Hi, if you were in world of darkness, what would your fav OCS (and Glassman and goblin, surprising I know XD) think of you?

Bonus- what clan would like to be Vs what "suits" you and sect.

Or would you be another supernatural? (Loudly Thinks about greyhound werewolf)

Oh that's an interesting one! I'm not sure if I can list all the faves but... for the sake of giving other characters a little spotlight I will hold off on further Juniperposting I have a feeling it would go... unpleasantly. I think me and Glass Man would likely end up in a verbal fight because he's kind of a little dickhead and I don't tolerate opinionated little men who act like they're right very well :D Goblin tho, as a fellow Fifer who wants to be left alone, I think we'd get on okay actuallt. They're a weird old person but they're pretty personable tbh as far as nossies go.

(since you asked about faves, I've gotta throw in Halley as well)

Halley would probably be a good one to sit and have a chatter with, though I personally do not like the smell of cigarette smoke or being around it so that boy is having his cigs taken off him whether he likes it or not. He'd probably spout off some insane 'fun fact' about the mysteries of thaumaturgical history and then never elaborate again.

As for what clan I'd be vs what suits me?

I have done many a clan test, even my own one, and ended up pulling Nosferatu regularly. I'd also put in a high likelihood of Brujah or Toreador, being very political and also an artist. As for what one I'd like to be?

Maybe Gangrel or Toreador? I do like Nosferatu as well, the invisibility is 10/10. Mostly the ability to turn into a fuckin bat and flying around is what sells Gangrel to me (as well as running off into the woods and never talking to anyone ever again), and Toreador would let me have access to the assumption that I am socially adept and to be feared... as well as people assuming I'm a dumb bimbo so I'd get peace and quiet. All you have to do is pretend to be stupid and the stereotype plays for you, right? :D

Also every time I would be an Anarch. The status quo angle of the camarilla is not my vibe, and the sabbat while I get what they're about... the religious nature puts me right off. Also I'd prefer to stick to my humanity tbh. I like being able to understand people's angles, and would rather not make my autistic arse any more assumed to be 'not a normal human' in terms of outlook. :D

...

That said if I had full choice I would probably go either werewolf or imbued, tbh. Being a vampire is cool and all but the inner beast...... not my cup of tea. Plus, I may be a goth but I do actually like some sunshine and eating food, two things I would not cope well without. Being a vampire hunter though, despite its cruelties, has a certain appeal. Knowing what you were put on the planet to do, and knowing your actions matter whether you like it or not, but the added privacy of your calling... kinda poignant yknow? Idk I just really really like vampire hunters.

(Also greayhound werewolf is SICK thank you, I am keeping that visual in my head forever now. New self-image unlocked: greyhound werewolf)

#asks #wod #vampires #imbued

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isdalinarhot · 1 year ago

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Any more sadeas headcannons?

oh you sly dog. you waited. you waited until i relapsed and got stupid drunk so i would be willing to give out the goods. the good good juicy headcanons. the headcanons i dont usually share because they could be misconsgtrured as "woobifying sadeas" well sorry these are headcanons i have about the terrible serial killer racist piece of shit that has done every crime if you think any of this means im not aware that war crimes are bad or whatever thats on you

ONE. first love ever was a boy who was too old for him. when he was a young teen. probably like 18 or 19 to his 14. old enough that the older guy was being a creep to be honest. but i dont think sadeas ever recognized that. anyway sadeas's first bf was some fuck who instilled some uh. very unhealthy ideals about sex and sexuality into sadeas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like really bad ones!!!!! and because i am charitable i like to think that he unlearned some of the worst ones by the time he hit 30 like i like to think his ob 3 actions do not reflect him at the time of dying i like to think hes capable of the tiniest modicum of growth. but yeah being in that ancient greece ass relationship instilled ingto sadeas the core belief that bottoming and/or submitting is synonymous with weakness and THAT is the reason i headcanon sadeas as a dom top. because he doesn't want to be weak. although im sure by year 20 of sadeas and dalinar topping dalinar got to dom and or top because guess what when you fuck the same person for 20 years you need some spice some variety and sadeas is willing to give up some of his deeply held opinions about self worth and sex for the sake of some fucking novelty. anyway when the dude got a wife sadeas arranged for him to be assassinated. because that would be a lifelong theme for him. also sadeas's dad when he found out sadeas was getting fucked by a dude was pissed as hell. which brings me to

TWO. sadeas had a physically abusive father and a neglectful mother and honestly had to raise himself. it really was every man for himself/every woman for herself in the sadeas household growing up and sadeas was for sure not above ratting out his siblings or framing them so they recieved his fathers ire instead of him. despite this he and his older younger sister (he had 3 siblings: one younger sister who was like 3 or 4 years younger than him, one younger sister who was like 9 or 10 years younger than him, and one baby brother who was born just before his dad died when he was 15) stayed pretty close and she scribed for him before he met ialai. sadeas eventually sent out a letter dictated by his sister to gavilar and dalinar when he heard that gavilar and dalinar were looking to unify alethkar that was like i am sympathetic to your cause but my father the highprince is not. please dispose of him and i will be your greatest ally. and dalinar did murder him gruesomely and i think that is a large part of why sadeas was down bad for dalinar at first. because he managed to get rid of the biggest stressor in his life that he had been dealing with hiswohle life. also i think sadeas is like the third or fourth torol and its because his dad also primarily went by torol that he likes to be called sadeas. keeps a distance from the piece of shit bastard yknow?

THREE he met ialai because she was a friend of his younger sister's, he was immediately smitten by how frankly she talked about killing people and getting rid of them. sadeas likes a bloodthirsty bitch. and it was like. really weird for him yknow? because he had never felt this way about a woman before. before this literally everyone he ever got horny about was a man. all his crushes were on men all his lustful jackoff sessions were about men literally his whole sexuality was men. except now theres ialai. and theres two ways you could look at it and im fond of both. one. ialai was comphet. you just know sadeas didnt have many female friends etc that he wasnt related to. hes not exactly womanrespecter9000 ill tell you that much. and so sadeas meets a woman who he actually gets close to and goes This Must Be Love and treats it as such and marries her even though he later realizes he is not attracted to her and this marriage is simply politically convenient. the secontd option is that he really truly is bisexual and he is really truly into ialai however his flavor of bisexualityis susch that he is like99% attracted to men 1% attracted to women and that woman is ialai. homoflexible if you will. although all this being said i do not think that even keeping in mind that roshar doesnt really have those labels sadeas even if handed modern day framework for all that stuff would still choose not to label himself. because one the hassle of deciding am i really into women or is ialai just bangin (question i ask myself on the reg) is just not high on his priority list of issues to solve two i dont think he would align himself with any queer community. he just fucks dudes he doesnt want to be involved with any pride in fucking dudes. yknow? thats my hot take. is sadeas gay or bi? its none of our fucking business and im not even sure if he knows.

thats all of them i can think of im sorry if this post is extremely foul also sorry for infodumpng i am just passionate on this subject

#anonymous #hey look an ask #drunkposting #torol sadeas #i have said so many words about this #long post

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totally-correct-shenanigans · 2 years ago

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(the same psa as my little reason why applies here: it's late; i'm not medicated and very autistic; and my lines between canon and my fanon get blurry sometimes . incomprehensibility ahead!)

aha ! more musical rambling . i'm very full of brain about these songs so i hope you are ready for at least 3 of these , possibly more . i said i was going to go backwards from strangest to most sensical but arbitrary rules put in place by myself aren't real or legally binding so you get this, which makes the absolute most sense to me of everything ever:

rule #23 - birds of a feather ; fish in a birdcage

this is THE sly cooper song. (it also applies to fa.bian seac.aster and prince sid.on and also possibly ste.ven un.iverse because those four are all the same character in different fonts and i will DIE on that hill.)

now this song is quite a bit longer and as such the breakdown/analysis will be quite a bit longer. i would apologize, but this is the most sly cooper song to ever sly cooper song (/j, so i will not.

another preface before we really get into it 3 is my favorite of the three and i like the full found family of the cooper gang so that's certainly influencing this lol. just keep in mind that most parts that i'm like "this is about the cooper gang!" could probably JUST be about bentley and murray if you wanted! it's all up to interpretation <3

"She was born by the sea / Her father bounced her on his knee / While he shared past stories of grandeur"

okay so for the sake of lyrical clarity i'm not gonna change the pronouns BUT the she really should be he bc it's sly the 'she' is sly <3 literally sly says the words "it all started when i was just a kid, bouncing on my father's knee" like. (i should clarify i don't know fi that's the exact phrasing but i know he says that he was bouncing on his father's knee so that's what's important yknow.)

the past stories of grandeur are presumably a mix of connor's misadventures/whatever old wive's tales he told and the tales from the thievius raccoonus. i know sly techinically didn't inherit the book until he was 8 (and then he really didn't get to until he was 18) but i think it's said/shown that he had at least read some of it before then and just bc he didn't own it doesn't mean connor didn't tell him stories y'know.

"That would dance inside her head / Every night while tucked in bed / Same tales, different actor"

i think this is pretty self-explanatory lol . i suppose i don't remember it being said that sly always wanted to be a master thief like the rest of his family but i'm pretty sure it's implied and by the time we meet him he's dead-set on living up to his family's legacy so. i'm sure he had his fantasies about being a master thief !!

"There were costumes on the floor / She'd use a wooden stick and board / To vanquish the foes that were after / All them stuffed-up toys"

please imagine sly with a fake child-proof tiny version of the cooper cane beating up stuffed animals while connor watches proudly .

"All them stuffed-up toys / That were sticking 'round by choice / They were family, in this together"

(note: the "all them stuffed-up toys" line isn't sang twice it's just written twice because i couldn't decide on where i wanted it to go)

desperately trying to figure out what this line means even in a non-sly cooper context lol. why are the stuffed-up toys that were playing the role of foes sticking around by choice and being family in this together. or perhaps the foes are after all them stuffed-up toys that were sticking 'round by choice?

anyway. in a sly cooper context, please consider these two options:

either it's about sly's actual family e.i. connor and sly's scarcely spoken of mother (we get a cutoff family photo and sly saying "[the five] caught up with my parents" (parents plural) and that's about all we have of sly's mom lol). perhaps if my "the foes are after the stuffed-up toys" theory is correct, the foes could be the fiendish five, and the stuffed-up toys that were stickin' round by choice are sly's parents.

i read a really good fic once where connor told his wife that she could escape bc she wasn't technically a cooper and her response was "fuck that i'm staying." maybe that's the "sticking 'round by choice, they were family, in this together" thing. that's kind of sweet.

or option two it's a preface to the next line, and the ones that "were sticking 'round by choice" are bentley and murray. my gay heart of found family sings for this, but i think i prefer option one, because there's plenty of found family-ness to be had as the song continues and also the idea of sly's mom very willingly sticking around to defend her husband & her son makes me Feel Things .

"Well she grew like a tree / She sought out bonny company / Built the finest crew you could ask for"

note: bonny means attractive or beautiful

sly grew more like a twig than a tree but that's okay /j

presumably this bonny crew is bentley and murray, but if you'd like to place this in sly 3 it could also be the whole cooper gang! i imagine the extended cg were a little more "sought out" than bentley and murray were, but the brothers were the first two even if they weren't exactly sought out. it's important to keep your roots in mind ! either way i'm sure they were the finest crew sly could ask for, so.

"They were brave and sturdy lads / That reminded her of Dad / Back to back, birds of a feather"

okay this one makes me moreso think of the full CG because i cannot imagine just bentley and murray, esp. in sly 1 times, really reminding him of connor. though maybe in part they do bc it's implied in the comics* that sly didn't know connor had a team until mcsweeney contacted him so maybe bentley and murray remind sly of his father in ways that may or may not have actually applied to his father.

to be fair, i'm sure they'd have reminded sly of connor in some ways, even if they weren't like super major. this post is already so long that my post editor is lagging lol that's not related just funny to me.

again, either way the last line applies; be it with just bentley and murray or with the full gang, they are back-to-back, and they are birds of a feather :]

"(Ah di ah, hi di oh) / A voyage for the soul / Back to back, birds of a feather"

(notes: this is the chorus so i'm not gonna rewrite it every time lol. also i just went with the spotify lyrics for the ah di ah, hi di oh because i'm not sure how else one would spell that so . ah di ah hi di oh yknow)

my aforementioned sly 3-loving heart says that the voyage for the soul should be the one for the map, but really i think all 3 game's Voyages tm count, so ! take your pick. again, they're all back-to-back birds of a feather regardless.

"With a scaled-down graph / Her husband did the math / On a course to have the advantage"

two options ! we replace husband with brother and say it's bentley, because he absolutely would have a scaled-down graph and he's usually the one making courses so they can have the advantage. and doing math.

OR you can say it's carmelita during one of the times they're working together. i highly doubt she had a scaled-down graph during Krakarov, but she DID set a course so they could have the advantage... if you consider shooting lava slugs and deathray supports "setting a course," that is. and if you consider sly's cane The Advantage. which to be fair it kind of is so.

again, take your pick ! a very flexible tune we have today :]

"'Cause the British, they were smart / But they didn't have the heart / Of our strong, Irish companions"

okay this is the "swept in with the throng" of this one bc i do not have any like solid brain thoughts about this BUT this is yet another one that can apply to all three games but that i like applying to the third:

for thievius raccoonus, "the British" could be the Fiendish Five, in which the "strong, Irish companions" are bentley and murray

for band of thieves, "the British" could be the Klaww Gang, and the companions are once more Bentley and Murray

or for honor among thieves, the companions are of course the full Cooper Gang, but "the British" could be all of the miscellaneous sly 3 villains or it could be- if you stand at a distance and don't look directly at it- read as referring to the Klaww Gang and the Fiendish Five! looking back at my little reason why you should be able to tell that i have strong opinions about the dysfunctionality of the villain teams lol. anyway it's like the panda king and dimitri being like "yeah you guys were good at being evil but you all hated each other. and now we've got a team that's good at bieng good(?) AND love each other." y'know? y'know.

"They can write shoddy laws / And try to buy her off"

this is the REAL swept in with the throng but something something interpol and cops and sly being seduced by or seducing carmelita and neyla and eventually giving up his thieving life for the former something something "buying him off" something something

"But they'll never own what we have here / A solidarity, within familiar seas / 'Cause we are one in a thousand"

back at it again with the found family <3 i think this one's mostly self-explanatory; the cooper gang is superior bc they're not just a team of thieves, they're a family, hence the "solidarity within familiar seas."

"She defended her name / As the cannon-shots and flames / Tried to deter what she is after"

glancing back at thievius raccoonus where sly is literally defending his name and getting said thievius raccoonus back while the five are constantly trying to kill him. the "cannon-shots and flames" specifically reminds me of clockwerk which tbf he really did try and deter sly so.

however, throughout all three games sly is defending his name and dealing with "cannon-shots and flames" (literal (looking at you Dead Men Tell No Tales) or otherwise) so once more the flexibility comes in lol.

"And although she lost her love / She's never giving up / To these tyrant dirty ol' bastards"

gotta admit i'm not entirely sure what to make of the "although she lost her love" in this context but sly 4's angry ex plotline (derogatory) comes to mind. or maybe it's just about him not being able to be w/ her throughout the trilogy bc they're on separate sides of the law, who's to say.

anyway sly never gives up to tyrant dirty old bastards and in fact frequently makes tyrant dirty old bastards give up instead. once more reminds me specifically of thievius raccoonus but i'm not 100% sure why. something about the spite and the spark that only cocky sly 1 sly has, maybe

"We would charge as a pack / You could never hold us back / We are fierce and grew with each battle"

and back to the sly-3-ness :] they don't really "charge as a pack" until the big heist at the end but they do charge as a pack so i think it still counts. and they really aren't held back, with the exception of sly's near-death experience- and even then they DO still get into the vault so really i just don't think they can be held back. and they are certainly fierce !

and they literally grow with each battle in sly 3. like that's the whole reason you fight half the battles, so the crew can grow. now that i'm thinking about it i think Dr. M is the only one you don't fight to grow the crew and that's hilarious. and fitting !

"'Cause it's etched inside our veins / The hardships that we've gained / We've become a myth unraveled"

i wanna say bentley getting chomped is a prime example of their hardships being "etched inside [their] veins" and i'm sure the others (sly included) have a lot of scars after all their misadventures.

also there's no way the cooper gang isn't like a legend in the criminal underworld, all things considered. i don't think you take down not one, but two prime contenders in said criminal underworld and not be considered a legend, hence the becoming a myth thing.

i have a fic wip that's literally just about the B team learning that the brothers are in fact not the untouchable legends they'd heard of. that's only vaguely related but it feels close enough, considering they've "become a myth unraveled." if you want like an actual Thing for them being unraveled, just consider the unraveling the disbanding of the crew post-heist, which leads into the next part fairly well i think.

"In those final days / In the castle she had claimed / She drew the sword that had brought her / Through countless victories that she survived to see / In the tales of her own grandeur"

the castle is actually carmelita's apartment /j

presumably "the sword" is really the cooper cane, all things considered. i think the full-circle-ness of this is really sweet in a sly context; several times, sly mentions living up to his father and his family's legacy, and now he can say he's got a "tale of [his] own grandeur" and has officially made his father proud :]

*i think it's in the first one; sly says that his dad would have been able to pull the heist alone, which therefore implies that he thinks his dad did do it alone. it's 4:20 am (nice) and the incomprehensibility is TRULY starting to sink in so i'm not sure this makes any sense to anyone else but it makes sense to me i swear.

if you read all of that, two things:

one! you're my hero and i love you. /p

two! are you OKAY. /j

#okay it's 5:15 am now which means eepytime for major lol #expect more of these later tho they're so much fun <3 #[toe tappin']#sly cooper #okay now this one is DEFINITELY a long post but most of it is below the cut #which i THINK means i do not have to tag it as such #[soliloqueue]#fish in a birdcage

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i cant afford therapy so im going to talk about my troubles on here because i dont know what else to do 👍 i dont know if this will reach anyone but it might make me feel better. sorry if its a bit lengthy, ive had these feelings for a while

for the sake of anonymity and my own safety i will not be mentioning any names of people, towns, or schools :]

so im in college, im an art major. im from a small town with nothing to do except go to a mall the next town over and im going to college in another small town 5 hours away from home. this small town also has jack shit to do unless you drive 45 minute to an hour away. im currently in my spring semester of my freshman year and i have gotten so absolutely mentally and physically drained since i got a fast food job. i got a job making pizzas at yknow one of those big chain corporations pizza places, and the store i work at has only been open a few months. its absolutely chaotic and no one knows how to do anything except a few select people. my boss, the general manager, also doesnt know how to do anything because its his first time doing something like this. one of the other managers also only works there because hes friends with the general manager and he is not the greatest person, as he tends to sexually harrass the staff including a friend i made there. now ive already put in my two weeks last saturday, but that doesnt take away from how drained this job has made me.

Since the spring semester started ive been constantly piled with work (one week i was scheduled 6 days in a row when i had a big project to work on, i had a breakdown at work to my general manager), writing assignments, and project after project. (not even kidding my drawing professor gives us a new project the same day we turn one in) in my senior year of high school i loved fine arts and i believed that i wanted to follow in my art teachers footsteps and pursue my love of art and make art for my career. and while i do still love fine arts and making art, i just cannot do this constantly. since just before my spring break i started not going to my classes as consistently and i swore to myself i would start going again after the break. well that break just made it worse it seems because everything has just gone more and more downhill. i have still been missing classes because some days its difficult to get out of bed and i do not have the motivation to go to class just to sit there and not be able to pay attention for an hour/hour and a half. im behind on a project for one of my classes because i havent gone since ive been back from spring break (two weeks). i have an exam for one of my classes soon and im not even close to prepared. i had a 3 page essay due last night i started but havent finished (luckily i can turn it in a little late). it may sound lazy but these are my real struggles with my mental health. i feel trapped here. i do have a license and a car, i do have transportation so i can go places, but its such an old car it has so many problems (one which has arisen recently being if i stop somewhere and turn my car off, it wont crank back up immediately and i have to wait 10-15 minutes, and once it is on i have to revv it to make sure it stays on). so because of car problems and currently living in a small town im frustrated because it feels like i cant go anywhere to do anything fun. i feel trapped in my dorm and in my mind.

now comes the college problem. the college i go to currently is a nice school, i get 8 meals a week on my meal plan included in my tuition. theres several places to choose from the eat at, theres a gym, free health exams i think. but its driving me insane seeing the same old brick buildings every damn day. i currently dont have a roommate so im in a dorm by myself which probably contributes to this feeling of lonliness. i dont really have many friends, i had more last semester but they did not keep in touch. i do have one friend that i appreciate very much and she always worries and wants to help when she sees im upset. shes a real one. but seeing the same things, learning about the same repetitive lessons every single day, has driven me insane. my art history class has been the same topics since the start of the semester, its all been about works of art pertaining to jesus, and mary, and god and the angel telling mary shes pregnant and marys purity and this symbolizing that and i understand why its important to learn about these works of art and how they have shaped art today, but i cannot stand hearing the same things over and over. im not a christian, and i dont believe theres anything wrong with christianity as long as youre not hurting anyone with your beliefs, but these topics are so repetitive ever class i have. the semesters almost over and we havent even gotten to modern art yet, and in my opinion thats what truly matters to learn about because thats what we as artists would need to look at to have a reference for how we should make our art right? art is about expressing yourself and we need to see how others making art in the modern era are expressing themselves as well. and on the topic of expressing ourselves, my drawing class, every single project, my professor has us stick to such strict criteria. one of my projects my professor actually really liked, i liked, but she took points off because i had my girlfriends name written very small where you could barely even see, because we were not supposed to have any text. i feel like i cannot even be creative and truly express myself with these projects. i dont feel like i have any real freedom with them. i love fine arts and i love making art, but not when its like this. i want to be able to make my own art that actually expresses my feelings, not someone elses criteria. because of all of this my grades have been rapidly dropping.

now i have already made the decision weeks ago that i will not be returning to this school in the next fall semester. i discussed this with my mom already as she does the majority of my paperwork and things for this stuff. she wants me to transfer to a college closer to home so i can atleast get a general studies degree. but thats not what i want to do either. she told me not to flunk my classes this semester because that will make it difficult to transfer me to another school, but how do you expect me to get good grades when i constantly feel like im in hell in my mind. i mentioned wanting to maybe take a gap year, she doesnt want me to do that. school is horrible for my mental health like this, i dont understand why society thinks we should just have everything we want to do with the rest of our life figured out immediately out of high school. well i dont. and i dont want to stay in college immediately out of high school. i want to go live my life! me and my girlfriend are long distance (we have met in person several times and shes actually coming to visit me this month, but just seeing each other for a week at a time is not enough) and i really want to go live with her! i want to enjoy living and living with the person i love more than life itself! i currently dont feel like i can do that here or back home. i want to move somewhere else with my girlfriend so we can both be happy and love life. i want to move out of state to a slightly bigger city, nothing crazy like new york or atlanta, but just somewhere bigger than a small town with nothing to do whatsoever. i do have a place in mind but im not going to say where. and when i move, after a year i can qualify for in state tuition and pursue something that makes me happier. ive always loved animals and marine animals so i was thinking i could major in zoology and marine biology and work at an aquarium or something while im working on my degree. and i dont fully know how the paperwork and things work for transferring and such, especially after a break, so i could be in the wrong, but is it really wrong for wanting the best for myself?

and to be honest with myself i know exactly why im in college and its not to get a degree. i was raised constantly being compared to my siblings. my brother is trans (which my parents are very obviously not too fond of) dropped out of college and joined the military. my sister dropped out of college after a semester, got married to a horrible man who she just recently divorced after having two children with him. and being compared to them all my life, especially to my brother, made me want to be better than them. i wanted to be the one, as the youngest, to be the first one to get through college immediately, all four years, no problem. but its just too much for me. and dropping out, moving away, im terrified. im terrified that my parents will be disappointed in me. im terrified of that face my mother makes, that tone of voice, when shes disappointed in me for something. im terrified of getting lectured and told why everything i want is wrong. its irrational. and im terified if i move away i wont have her support anymore. i wont have her to lean on when i need help with something. i was never taught where to go or how to do stuff for applying to colleges and transferring. i barely know how to do my taxes.

now i really dont know what this article-like rant of a tumblr post is gonna do. i know i dont really have a following and i dont really post on here. but i just thought itd make me feel better to collect my thoughts and put them all together like this. so far the only people concerned about me have been my girlfriend and a couple of my friends ive told about these problems. not even my professors are concerned about me, i havent even gotten a single email or question about how im doing. they say theyre all for mental health but when a student stops coming to class as often suddenly and starts failing or not turning in assignments its none of their business and i must just be getting lazy and im a horrible student yknow? anyways i think thats about it for this. again i dont really know what this will do but i hope someone has advice or support or something. im going insane here.

love to anyone else suffering similar struggles <3

#college #mental health

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I’m lowkey tired of your Reactionary bs and claims that the left is closer to fascism than literal fascists lol??? My main point on here was to come in and defend Che, and you ignored literally every point I made simply because you did not want to hear it. That’s the only point I wanted to make. Since we degraded to name calling, I’m not gonna try to be nice to you, especially with some of the shit that you’re just up and saying now?

Anyways whatever,

1a.Arsenic fella isn’t me, I got that response while I was sleeping, idk how they stumbled across our little debate, they were probably scrolling across the Che Guevara tag(because let’s be real, no normal person on tumblr scrolls through actual political tags unless they want a headache), that’s how I found your bullshit post about “Commiefornia”

1b. I literally debunked the Che “murderous commie dictator” bs, you clearly didn’t want to read so don’t tell me I’m being a lazy bastard for not reading your long list of actual bs. Plus… I have Jewish heritage… you’re a little fucked up for suggesting I’d defend hitler and deny the holocaust? Congrats you used another speaking point to look good on the internet but only hurt the community you were “trying” to “support”

2. What the fuck are you on about??? You keep bringing up shit that we weren’t even talking about, and I’m gonna be so real with you man I didn’t bother to read your entire right-wing mindfuck spiel. Like i said, you’re shooting guns that haven’t been loaded

3. For the love of god, wanna know why I used Terry crews for the analogy?? I was watching old spice ads for the sake of nostalgia HES LITERALLY FUCKING JACKED I DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME??

4. Lol this is so out of order atp, but sorry for stealing your format?? Do you want royalties on it you capitalistic loser try copyrighting it next time🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Idk I thought it was a clever way to get back at you and it also segments things off nicely?? I can simply tell you’re clutching at straws trying to tear me down because of that

5.Wikipedia is not a reliable source anyone can edit it whatever whatever whatever, yknow people who edit it without accounts have their IP visible and false information gets an account banned??? Also man idk just look at the sources listed at the bottom of the page?? Like me personally as a self-proclaimed historian, I know a lot about Georgia(the fucking country), and I’ve read the 1907 Tiflis Bank Robbery wiki page and idk man that shits pretty accurate. Also you call conservapedia a reliable source when it has THIS article on it

Also you just denied CRT

I think that alone speaks volumes, and I think it’s very obvious who the racist here is

6. Ughhh this AntiFa bs again, you ever heard of one bad apple doesn’t mean you throw out the whole crate?? I’m sure you have bc you reactionaries love to use that when the topic of police brutality gets brought up- “But ohh I hate police brutality there’s clear issues” congratulations but I am inclined not to believe you because you believe in something WORSE than horseshoe theory you literally believe in CIRCULAR THEORY

Like, you can tell this was made by a conservative

So what fascist trying to distance themselves from Nazis made THIS?

7. I don’t like China; it’s abusing human rights, most East Asian countries are racist, I recognize that and I hate that. I also don’t recognize China as any form of communist or socialist country, not because “ohhh it’s different” but it’s literally capitalist. It’s a revisionist country at best. Once more don’t know much about Cuba’s current struggles, use that against me but I never brought it up that Cuba was a flawless and wonderful country, I only said that I admired the l country for being able to face off against America while being so damn close to it

Anyways yeah please go talk seriously about equal rights and liking gay people whilst sourcing conservapedia and also denying critical race theory

I’m legit just gonna block your ass now, it’ll spare me gray hairs. Neither of us are gonna convince each other that the other is wrong, take this as a win if you want but I’m gonna take it as a win myself since I made you use whataboutism along with just ignoring what I’ve wrote several times and leaving out parts and context. Also you diving into name calling once I could bite back is a very good way to rep your ideologies!

Keep arguing at the wall and getting singular notes on your posts from people reblogging you and proving your glue and bandaid arguments wrong.

Byeeeee fascist!! I’m sure I’ll occasionally unblock you when I’m in desperate need of a good laugh

Debating a LYING braindead idiot

So it looks like he wasn't done looking like an idiot, he had to continue playing defense for Che and Communism. It reminds me of when I debated against an idiot who defended Hitler and Nazism. The murderous history of Hitler, Che, Stalin, Mao, Nazis, and Commies should be enough reason for any sane individual to be against Nazis, Commies, and murderous dictators. But apparently, neither he nor the Nazi I've argued against are sane. So let's begin with this idiot (@skorpiontongue) complimenting himself, thinking I wouldn't notice he's using an alt account.

Chapter 1: Alt Compliments

I've seen this type of action before where a Leftist would use an alt-account to complement himself on Tumblr, Discord, Twitter and other social media sites. The one on Discord was the easiest to spot because it came from a new user who joined the discord. How sad and pathetic does one has to be to compliment himself in a short amount of time? He did it on the same day of his post. As if he were impatient to wait a day or two. He was likely trying to get my attention as soon as he made his post, while I was away from my computer. I'm usually either working, spending quality time with my girlfriend or on my phone doing my thing on social media. Anyways I think he does this for attention, because he sure as hell ain't getting it at home(most likely living in his parents basement due to commies being "anti-work") or at the public library where he is most likely accessing the internet.

"ur so based fr"? You ain't fooling anybody.

Chapter 2: Projection

The one thing The Left are caught doing all the time is accusing people of the very same things The Left are guilty of doing themselves. He thinks I'm a "wolf in sheeps clothing". Which is completely false because unlike him, I've always fought against totalitarian and extremist views. It did not matter which side of the political spectrum the totalitarians and extremists come from, I condemn them all for their horrible actions. For example I've always been against Nazis and the KKK for their evil actions. Ever since learning about them in history class, I've always condemn Nazis and the KKK. I condemn Commies and Antifa for the very same reasons, due to their violent and murderous actions, especially since Antifa killed innocent black people in their CHOP/CHAZ zones such as Secoreia Turner, Horace Lorenzo Anderson Jr, and David Dorn. Want to know how I heard about their deaths? Through Newsmax, Steven Crowder and other conservative media. They will not talk about them in Left-wing news media because their deaths go against their narrative and it makes them look bad. The real wolf in sheep's clothing are the Left who pretend to care about black lives and yet ignore the innocent black lives who were murdered by Antifa/Commies/BLM members. The Left in your eyes can do no wrong. Luckily for me, I'm not so blind to the truth. I'll speak against both the Left or the Right if I disagree with them and their actions. For example I'm against Bush for invading Iraq and falsely claiming that there were weapons of mass destruction. I'm also against Bush for initiating the Patriot Act and I'm against Obama for continuing the Patriot Act. I recognize the corruption in both parties and right now the only politicians who are actually trustworthy are MAGA Republicans and Tulsi Gabbard(a former Democrat turned Independent). Tulsi Gabbard was slandered and lied about by Democrats who falsely accused her of being a "Russian Asset", even Mitt Romney was slandering her. She was also censored by Big Tech. Which reminds me, Biden falsely accuses Trump of corruption and yet his deals with Ukraine(before the war) and Hunter Biden's Laptop story being covered up by the mainstream media and social media made it quite clear to me that Biden is the corrupt one. Not that you would be smart enough to figure that out since you're a braindead commie who can't even come up with an original format, copying my chapter format in this debate.

Speaking of Commies, he goes on a nonsensical rant defending a murderous commie dictator(Che). At this point he may as well defend Hitler and deny that the Holocaust happened. But since I've already destroyed his argument on Che, we'll move onto the next chapter.

Chapter 3: "I swear I'm not a racist" - Said the commie.

Your lack of reading comphension and understanding the context of what I'm saying, shows just how braindead you are. I brought up the Democratic Party for one reason. Their claim of the "parties switching" and comparing it to your claims of Che "changing". It's not that hard to figure out numbnuts. If you look at Trump's history, he was the first in the state of Florida to allow blacks and Jews in his club. The Democrats history on the other hand created the KKK, tried to continue slavery in the Civil War, shot Abraham Lincoln, they voted for a racist President(Biden), as well as voting for an anti-semitic bitch(Ilhan Omar). So of course you would vote Democratic because you're either a dumbass believing in their lies or you agree with their racism/anti-semitism and don't give a shit if they're lying, covering shit up to protect themselves through censorship and trying to deplatform conservatives along the way. Best choice my ass.

Your racism comes from stereotyping big strong black men as "violent", using Terry Crews as an example, which makes no sense due to the fact that he's a classy guy and not at all as how you perceive him as(a violent big strong black guy). If you're going to use a strong big black guy who is violent or may have violent tendency, Mike Tyson would have been a better example, he's had a history of beating up people(in a professional sport), as well as biting off the ear of a fellow boxer. Or a fictional character like Major Payne(one of my favorite movies from my teenage years), since he's badass enough to kick anybody's ass without breaking a sweat and he would have been a more positive example due to his badassery.

It does not surprise me that you're uninformed about Cuba. People's rights are being violated, hence the protests. The people in Cuba want liberty. Something Commies or The Left in general has no true understanding of because if they did, they wouldn't actively censor people they disagree with, nor would they try to ban guns or deplatform conservatives. Diversity of thought, freedom of speech and gun rights is what the Left are actively fighting against. Without diversity of thought, without freedom of speech, without the right to bear arms, you're unable to speak freely against tyranny and you're unable to defend yourself against rapists, murderers and thieves. You think you're against rapists, murderers and thieves, yet you defend the Left who would not go after the trans who raped a teenage girl at a school restroom, you defend the Left who murdered an innocent 8-year-old black girl(Secoreia Turner) who was at the wrong place at the wrong time at a burned down Wendy's and you won't condemn the Left's actions of stealing from a Walgreens in San Francisco. So I don't expect you to condemn a communist country that are violating people's rights in Cuba and China. Heck I don't even expect you to condemn Communist China for banning black people from renting a home or going to a restaurant, in which they used the "virus" in 2020 as an excuse. How do I know all this? I stay informed by watching Newsmax, a channel that CNN & Democrats wants to deplatform from Cable and Satellite. Gee I wonder why? Oh I know, it's because they're exposing the Left of their lies and corruption.

Chapter 4: His lies continue!

Chapter 5: "My source is wikipedia because I'm too braindead to look at legitimit sources that won't bullshit you!"

When I was younger, I probably would have used wikipedia as a source, I used to vote Democrat until 2008 when I went Independent before voting Republican for the first time in 2020. I also used to hate Trump and believe in every lie said about him back in 2016. But I've learn from my mistakes and realized that the pro-establishment politicians, big tech, and the mainstream media are the ones who can't be trusted. But I am older, wiser and I don't fall for such dumb shit. Wikipedia is as unreliable as the mainstream media, fact checkers on social media and Democrats claims about Tulsi Gabbard being a Russian Asset or Trump being a racist or a rapist. I don't fall for the lies like you do. So if I wanted to learn about Qanon, I'll go straight to the source(their website), not take the words of an idiot(you) or wikipedia, since wikipedia has been known to be politically bias and it shows with their description of Parler.

Every lie, every slander said about Parler has been accounted for with what I underlined in that screen shot. It also showed how heavily bias wikipedia was in their description of Parler, all of it was untrue. I posted about it months ago, or maybe even a few years since I haven't been on Parler in a long time now since I am more active on Elon Musk's version of Twitter. The point is that you can't trust wikipedia to tell you the truth on anything. That's why conservatives created "conservapedia" to combat the lies of wikipedia.

Want to talk about conspiracy theories? Your on the side that spews it all the time such as Critical Race Theory, Radical Gender Theory, Black Queer Theory, and The Parties Switching Theory. They also make up other conspiracy theories such as Tulsi Gabbard being a Russian Asset, Trump being a white supremacist, all conservatives being Nazis, or Trump stealing the election in 2016. None of that turned out to be true, but you Leftists continue to spew that nonsense anyways. See unlike you, I went straight to the source whenever any claims were made about Tulsi, Trump, Trump Supporters or anyone else the Left doesn't like. What I found out was that nothing of what the Left said was true at all. For example the kids at Covington, Kentucky were accused of being racist. That turned out to be false when I saw the full video of the whole event. The actual bigots in that event were the Black Hebrew Israelites using a homophobic slur against Trump. The Black Hebrew Israelites also used other bigoted language that the Left seems to ignore. They only care about making Trump supporters look bad, no matter how unreliable their "evidence" is, such as Nick Sandmann smiling at an Indian, calling him a racist because he had a "smirk" on his face. That is just ridiculous. You would have to be braindead to believe that bullshit.

Chapter 6: If you don't learn from history, you are doomed to repeat it!

And yet you support a group that had some of their members pose as the opposing side to make them look bad, since Antifa members have been caught doing it. That's why they attacked Andy Ngo. They are not rational and they are not very bright, which is why Antifa are full of white beta male dumbasses with bad haircuts and faces so ugly that you could tell they're on meth. They remind me of the Juggalos I used to feud with, they weren't very bright either. I use to expose them of pedophilia, violence, murder and rape. But my feud with Juggalos ended because I realized not all of them are like that. It just happens that I know many of the bad ones who lived in my city.

The fact that you defend Antifa, shows you're on their side rather than just outright condemning them of their actions(which I pointed out a few chapters ago). See you think they're nothing like the KKK, but you'd be wrong. Both are violent, both are murderous, both are full of white beta male idiots, both were created by Democrats and both pretend to be the good guys, despite the crimes they've committed such as murder, rape, theft, violence, riots, burning down churches, burning down blacked owned businesses and both wear a mask to conceal their identity from the cops, even though the cops let them get away with their crimes anyways, especially in Democrat run cities. Conservatives has consistently condemn these actions, liberals/leftists has not. If you were really against fascism, you would oppose the Democrats, Nazis and Commies all at once because true Anti-Fascism is Anti-Totalitarianism. Unfortunately for you, I am the real anti-fascist.

Antifa está repitiendo las acciones del KKK, no importa si dicen hacerlo por la justicia social, estúpido peluquero fascista.

P.S. This Twitter violation was before Elon Musk took over.

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eddie-hellfire-munson · 2 years ago

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𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝐈𝐈

pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

synopsis: Eddie was supposed to be setting up for the DnD campaign taking place in your home, and you were supposed to be helping.. but the two of you get a little distracted.

warnings: mentions of death, drug use, divorce, & overdose. Mostly fluff and more mutual pining. Eddie being super sweet♡

word count: 3615

parts: [𝐈][𝐈𝐈][𝐈𝐈𝐈]

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11:45am

That's what your clock read, the obnoxious beeping of your alarm going off pulling you abruptly from your slumber. You groaned, rolling over and slamming a fist down against the insufferable device before settling back below your covers. It was a hot and humid Saturday morning- with no school since you had already graduated and no work since you somehow managed to trick your boss into giving you weekends off. Working at the local video store had its perks- and your boss being frantic to hire meant you were able to demand Friday's, Saturday's, and Sunday's off work. Sure you had to cover a shift those days every now and then but it was a miracle in and of itself having weekends off so you never complained about having to pick up the spare shift or two. You worked with one Robin Buckley, and one Steve Harrington otherwise known as Steve "the hair" Harrington though you didn't understand exactly why. Sure he had nice hair- but it wasn't the most impressive head of hair you'd ever seen. Nevertheless you enjoyed working with the pair of them, and they had welcomed you into Hawkins with open arms.

You hadn't always been a resident of the relatively small town, when your parents divorced your father had taken custody of you, and while you visited every few weeks Hawkins had never quite felt like home. Your relationship with Claudia was rocky, but you tolerated her for the sake of your younger brother Dustin. She was just so suffocatingly clingy, you never understood how Dust managed to put up with her for so long but you supposed it was just because.. well.. he was used to it. Your father's passing was devastating to you.. and while your mother refused to acknowledge it, and forbade you from bringing it up, you knew she had her own way of grieving but you had actually been there when he died. It wasn't expected, but he went relatively peacefully. After discovering he had a gallbladder infection he went into surgery, though it hadn't gone as planned and he went septic the next morning slipping into a coma and passing away the day after that. You had your time to say goodbye, Dustin and Claudia had flown in as fast as they could to be there for you and help you with.. well, planning his funeral. Arranging the funeral was difficult but it improved your relationship with your mother and after some debate you had decided to move in with her and Dustin. You were of course old enough to be on your own, but she seemed to need you there.. need you home and so you packed your bags and moved to Hawkins. Settling into a routine wasn't hard, nor was getting a job. There was some difficulty moving into a small town where everyone seemed to know everybody but at least you didn't have to get used to going to an entirely new school, small things to be thankful for but you were thankful nonetheless.

Just as you began to relax again, bordering on asleep but coherent, Dustin came barreling into your room clutching his clunky walkie talkie. Hearing the commotion, and the rattle of the walkie hitting your doorframe, you were startled awake. Eyes wide and staring at the curly haired boy as he entered your room. "Y/n! Y/n, we have an emergency.." With a groan you sat up, rubbing your eyes to dispel any remnants of sleep before you stretched your arms out above your head. "This better be good Dust, it's my day off yknow."

"Yeah yeah I know! I promise, I have to run to Lucas' place to pick him up. His bike has a flat tire and...uh.." he trailed off for a moment, free hand coming up to rub at the back of hid neck. "I need you to do me a favor." You just arched your brow, waiting for him to continue. "Okay don't freak out, but Eddie is coming over early to set up for the campaign and I need you to help him." Your eyes bulged, jaw dropping slightly as you just stared at your sibling. He needed you to babysit a 21 year old man? You just scoffed, looking around your room before your expression dropped into a subtle glare. "Alright. How long do I have? When's he coming? I still need to shower and-" Dustin didn't even wait for you to finish, blurting out a "He's gonna be here at 1.." As he visibly flinched. "ONE!? Dustin I still have to shower- I have to eat breakfast.. oh my god you fucking owe me!" You shoved the covers off, swinging your legs over the side of the bed to scramble out of it as quickly as possibly. Immediately you marched over to your brother, one hand on his chest as you gently guided him back out of your room. "I need to get dressed, you- eat something and go pick up Lucas okay?" With how quickly you closed the door you entirely missed the wide grin on your brothers face as he turned around, holding up the walkie talkie as he quietly spoke into it. "Phase one complete! Move to phase two."

Dustin, bless his soul, had always spoken highly of you. All his friends had been told tales of his cooler older sibling, in fact he had talked you up so much some of his friends had started to doubt many of the stories he told them like the time you punched a kid at the playground after they pushed him off the swing. Or the time you told a teacher to 'fuck off' because she was trying to rush you through a presentation. Everyone after a certain point just began to roll their eyes and wave him off but Eddie.. Eddie always listened. For awhile Dustin assumed it was just because he felt bad, nobody else listened to him when he spoke about you but Eddie always paid attention. He would remember the stories, even ask if you had been up to anything else recently which struck him as odd. He spoke about you, your looks, your personality and all the cool shit you did- and Eddie ate it all up as if it were better than a home-cooked Thanksgiving spread. He was smitten, and he didn't even know you. Dustin wasn't stupid, he was exceptionally perceptive and put two and two together relatively quickly even without the poorly contained excitement on Eddie's end when he mentioned you had moved to Hawkins. Somehow, despite having lived there a few months, the two of you had never met.. not until you walked in on that campaign, which was why Dustin had been grinning like a madman when it happened. He knew it would only be a matter of time, and with you and Eddie having so much in common he knew the pair of you would hit it off instantaneously.

With somewhat rushed movements you circled your room, popping a cassette into the player before rushing over to your closet to pick out an outfit. You really didn't have anything impressive, just a load of jeans and band tees along with some formal attire that you hardly ever glanced at. You knew the man liked Dio.. the patch on the back of his battle jacket easily giving that away and so you pulled out the shirt that matched without a second thought. Did you want to impress him? You hardly knew him but people like him were few and far between so leaving the best impression possible definitely couldn't hurt. Pairing it with a simple pair of tattered black jeans you left everything on your bed and practically ran to your bathroom. One perk of living with your mother.. you had your own bathroom. You were quick to strip you usual sleep attire and hop in, body shuddering at the cold temperature of the water as you hadn't been patient enough to wait for it to heat up but you didn't have time. You still needed to fix your hair and put on a bit of light makeup.. and then eat.. it would take a miracle for you to get through all of this before he came and so you rushed through washing your hair and your body as quickly as possible. The water had just began to heat up as you hopped out, quickly wrapping a towel around yourself before sprinting out of the bathroom. With record speed you dressed, wrapping the same towel around your head to brush your teeth as the minutes ticked on. By the time you finished your routine it read 12:45.. definitely not enough time to make anything substantial to eat. You had smudged a bit of liner on, your hair halfway tied up into a bun with a few pins stuck in to hold it in place though the bun itself was quite messy and would probably fall apart later in the day if you werent careful.

12:50

The doorbell rang and you almost yelled down to your brother to get it, opening your mouth only to clamp it shut once you remembered Dustin wasn't there. You poked your head out, staring directly down the hall and out the large window on your front door. Just outside stood Eddie, staring up at something with his hands in his pockets. It took him a moment to notice you approaching, offering you a little wave as you neared the door to open it and invite him inside. "Y/n, hey~" you were taken aback by his bright smile as he stepped through the front door, looking around curiously for a few seconds before turning to face you. "Is Dustin home? He was supposed to help me.. set.. up-" he trailed off, taking in your appearance slowly as you shut the door behind you. You were wearing the same shirt as the one he had turned into a patch for the back of his jacket, eyes blown wide as he looked you up and down. "He went to pick up Lucas, something about a busted tire?" You rolled your eyes with a soft smile, motioning for him to follow you down the hall. Music was still blasting through your speakers, the familiar sound of Ozzys impeccable vocals as Bark at the Moon played.

You stopped at the door opposite your room, opening it to reveal the basement steps though Eddie's attention was drawn solely towards the source of the music.. your door left wide open. Your walls were littered with band posters and other things.. shelves lined with books and candles and next to your bedside table sat a bookshelf full of cassette tapes. He instinctively took a step towards your open door, poking his head inside to get a better look. It took you a second to realize what was going on, a soft "Eddie?" escaping you as you turned around to spot him just taking everything in. "You like metal too?" He craned his neck slightly to look at you before his attention was drawn back to the large collection of cassettes. "Can i?" He motioned towards it, not bothering to wait for a response as he approached the shelves to crouch down and start thumbing through them. Ozzy, Black Sabbath, Dio, Motley Crue, Alice Cooper.. you had impeccable taste he had to admit. You just watched him, arms crossed over your chest as you leaned against your doorframe. It was a little strange having a man you barely knew crouched in your bedroom, but he was Dustin's friend. He was easy to get along with, easy to feel comfortable around so you just let him browse your collection. Your eyes trailed over his back, surprised that he had decided to ditch the battle jacket and leather coat. Instead he wore just a plain black muscle tank top leaving his arms and sides entirely exposed. His shirt was sloppily tucked into his jeans, just at the front, with his standard wallet chain and skull bandana hanging from his pocket. Broad shoulders.. much wider than they had looked in that jacket, hair splayed out against his back still somewhat damp- probably from showering. You nearly jumped out of your skin as he abruptly turned around with one cassette in his hands and a wide grin stretched across his face. "Cat Stevens?" He arched a brow, watching you smile as you stared down at your feet. "Yeah, my dad loved him. Left me his cassettes when he..." You trailed off, and Eddie hummed in acknowledgement as he slapped his hands against his knees and stood- tape in hand. Wordlessly he side stepped towards your cassette player, popping the Ozzy tape out and putting the Cat Stevens one in. He skipped through 'Where Do The Children Play' and 'Hard Headed Woman' began to play instead. He just stood there listening for a moment before turning to you to again look you up and down. "Do you.. miss him?" His expression was one you couldn't quite put your finger on, possibly a mixture of sadness and restraint as the music played. "Yeah, I miss him a lot. I miss eating breakfast with him every day.. I miss going for long drives at night.. I miss listening to Cat and dancing in the livingroom.." Your arms wound tighter around your own frame, rubbing at your biceps gently as you opened up to him. You had your closure, but his passing was still a sore spot. Eddie had experienced his fair share of loss, though on an entirely different end of the spectrum. His mother hadn't really been present in his life, having overdosed on heroine when he was far too young to remember her.. and his father, well his father wasn't exactly dad of the year. He had raised him for awhile on his own, but- well he was arrested on a few different charges and sent to prison. Eddie was dumped with his uncle, and life went on. He supposed it could have been worse, he had a mattress to sleep on and a roof over his head.. not to mention an uncle who cared about him more than his parents ever did.. but somewhere deep down he still missed them. With a soft smile he crossed the room, hands sliding up over your own for a moment before he pulled you into a hug.

The sudden act of affection had startled you at first, jumping at the unexpected touch before quickly relaxing against his chest. Your arms slipped around his torso as you hugged him back and he pulled you even closer, rocking slightly to the melody as he rested his chin atop your head. "Sorry, you just looked so sad. Figured you could use a hug." He chuckled, the sound seeming to vibrate the confines of his chest as the two of you just stood there neither of you wanting to back away or pull apart. "I did.. thankyou Eddie." You craned your neck to look up at him, eyes slightly watery as you rested your chin against the center of his chest. He squeezed you a little tighter, arms wrapped around your shoulders as he craned his neck as he looked down at you- offering up another bright grin. "Any time babe." With a wink he slipped his arms down around your midsection, picking you up with ease spinning you around a bit. You just laughed and squealed, arms flying up around his neck to hold on for dear life as your room blurred around you from the speed of his twirling. With a sigh he set you back down, arms sliding from around your waist to instead grip your hips and for a second you swore time slowed down. He was staring down at you with big brown puppy dog eyes, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. His view of you was much the same, wide eyes staring up at him, a blush blossoming across the bridge of your nose, arms still wrapped loosely around his neck. His gaze drifted down to your pretty pink lips, swallowing hard as he reached one hand up to caress your jaw. He wasn't sure why his feelings for you were so strong, he had spent so long hearing these fantastical stories about you and if he was being entirely honest seeing you in person had been so much better than he expected it to be. You were kind, easy to be around, and you didn't look at him like he had two heads and smoke billowing from his nostrils. You appreciated him, you were nice to him.. and you were the most gorgeous human being he'd ever laid eyes on. Henderson had talked about what you looked like sure, but he left out the part about you being fucking stunning.

Your breath hitched as you watched his Adam's apple bob, the thumb swiping so gently over your lower lip had you leaning into him pupils dilating slightly as you stared up at him. Your mind blanked, gaze trailing up to meet his and fuck was it a sight to see. His hair, now dry, was slightly frizzy from the humidity- beautifully framing his face and tickling your cheeks. His eyes were glassy, pupils slightly blown and rosy lips still somewhat parted as he drew in a shaky breath. Would it be alright to kiss you? Was he moving too fast? Would you kiss him back if he did? His thoughts were running a mile a minute as the two of you shared a long stare, lost so deep in eachothers eyes you hadn't heard the front door open.. hadn't realized anyone was there until you heard your brother calling out to you. With dual gasps you both separated as quick as possible, faces flushing and wide eyes snapping to the doorway just as Dustin and Lucas made their way down the hall. You were leaned against your doorframe again, frantically smoothing out your shirt- and Eddie was leaned against your dresser gripping the edges so hard his knuckles were turning white. You had been caught.. the wide grin on Dustin's face giving that much away just as Lucas stepped up next to him. He took a long look at Dustin, then over at you.. and then Eddie, arching a brow at the older male who just nervously shuffled his feet before clearing his throat. "So you are alive Sinclair, good.. good to know." His words lacked their usual edge and the boy just rolled his eyes with a "Yeah.. so I'm guessing you guys didn't set up?" and with that your face paled. You had been having a silent conversation with Dustin, but at the mention of setting up your gaze snapped up to meet Eddie's. His jaw had dropped, meeting your stare with a quiet. "Uhh.. well- ya see-"

"We were just catching up! Yeah, uh.. Eddie was telling me all the gory details of the campaign he has planned out for you guys. Guess we lost track of the time." Your gase quickly shifted between Dustin, Lucas, and Eddie.. hoping the boys would buy the story and leave it at that. Dustin didn't say a word, and Lucas just nodded, rubbing at his chin for a second and looking directly at you. "Yeah, yeah because DnD definitely makes everyone blush that hard." With a gasp your jaw dropped, staring at the kid in complete and utter shock. You were at a loss for words as he clamped a hand over Dustin's shoulder, the boys sharing a short whispered exchange before Dustin turned back to you. "Yknow what, we're gonna go to the arcade. Give you two some space-" Dustin motioned outwards towards the both of you, palms facing the ceiling for a moment before his fists closed and both him and Lucas left the way they had came. Neither of you said anything, both standing there in silence staring at the space where the boys had just been stood. Leave it to Dustin to play matchmaker... had he planned this entire thing? Slowly you turned to Eddie where he stood leaned against your dresser at an uncomfortable looking angle. He looked stunned, still staring at the empty hallway as his jaw slowly slid shut. "Lucas never had a busted tire.. did he?" Eddie was the first to speak, head slowly turning to face you though his gaze was a bit delayed. "I don't think so-" and with that Eddie was running, sprinting for the front door. He yanked it open, running out into the street just in time to see two bikes disappear around the bend. "HENDERSON! YOU LITTLE SHIT!" You had ran after him, waiting for him on the porch with your hands crossed over your chest as you burst into a fit of giggles. You had to admit, your brother was clever- and the fact that Eddie hadn't a clue about any of this either just made it so much more hilarious to you. Your laughter increased in volume as you stumbled back, wheezing ad Eddie looked over towards you looking so shell shocked that it only made you laugh even harder. You clutched at your sides, leaning against the wall as Eddie jogged up to you. Your laughter was infectious and he found himself chuckling and shaking his head. "Your brother is too fuckin clever..."

Tears were streaming down your cheeks from how hard you had been laughing, raising a hand to wipe them away as the giggling fit died down and you were able to catch your breath. "Yeah, yeah he is." Your smile remained, widening slightly as you watched him. He had stopped just a few feet in front of you, though with a few slow steps and one hand resting on the wall behind you he partially closed the gap- giving you enough space to slip away from him if you wanted to. "So.. you, me, movie? I'm thinking... Monty Python and the Holy Grail? Popcorn? We get all cuddled up on the couch and I impress you with my extensive knowledge and totally plausible theories about the movie?" His smile widened as you beamed up at him, nodding your head a little as you bounced in place. "You askin me on a date Munson?" He just hummed, pretending to think about it for a moment before dipping his head down to plant a soft kiss against your jawline just below your ear. Your face immediately flushed as you stopped bouncing, watching as he pulled away with that same grin plastered on his face. "Maybe I am.. I definitely am." You just hummed, pretending to think about it for a moment just as he did before planting a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. "I'd like that a lot."

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magicalgirlsirin · 2 years ago

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hi you got me interested in tokusatsu and i was wondering what would be a good one to start with?

[insert sickos yes!!!! meme]

right okay so starting off with the big three series

Ultraman R/B: i admittedly have not watched this, but i consulted with my friend henri who has and this was the top recc for ultras. so yknow! reports say theres lesbians in this. in general seasons of ultraman tend to be shorter so its an easier watch

Kamen Rider Fourze: this is genuinely such a good rider which is why my url is based on it. the setting is just, japanese high school based on american high school but specificially the kind you see in movies about being in high school, starring gentaro who is determined to befriend everyone in the universe, and a very cute space theme + the power of friendship. when i was watching it i kept being like "wow gentaro is literally a magical girl protag" bc he has such infectious cheerful energy :)

Gokaiger: I feel like this is THE quintissential anniversary season. funky space pirate polycule accidentally stumbles into the role of protecting earth. There's a lot of features of past sentais as well as tons of actors reprising their roles for this one, so if you spot a different sentai you think you might like this is imo the best showcase of it. ahim is also #mygirlboss

now this next recc is an independently made toku but its really really good and i'd be remiss to not mention it

Dogengers: Local heroes in the Fukuoka prefecture are left scattered to the wind after the villainous Yabai Kamen manages to take over! It's up to a newly recruited hero, "Rookie", to bring them back together. Dogengers also has a second and third season, being Nice Buddy and High School, respectively.

Okay now this section is like "ones I really enjoyed but I wouldn't really consider them incredibly optimal starting points but i like the them"

Shinkenger: Shinken is a bit more of a serious romp, but its done soooo well it makes me go silly mode every time. Featuring a crew of samurai descended from a long line of warriors, they're all just doing their best to finally defeat the evil spirits that enter the human world. Takeru is such a team lead ever and i like how everyone on the team has a different opinion about their duty. yknow.

Gekiranger: GECK GECK!!!! tldr there are two schools of arts in a power struggle, beast arts and evil beast arts. you will never be able to guess who the antagonists belong to based on these naming conventions. starring the most feral man i have ever seen in my life [bc he was taken from the jungle], jan, who is a naturally talented fighter chosen to help defeat the evil beast arts users for the sake of humanity or something. my personal favorite character is mele who is in fact evil but she was really hot while doing it so she gets a pass. her transformation is a chameleon and her suit is designed so that the eyes of the chameleon are positioned directly where her tits are, which is a detail i cannot ignore

Donbrothers: this one is currently ongoing and frankly i dont know how to explain it. its definitely a departure from traditional sentais, featuring the main team in more of an ensemble arrangement since for the majority of the show they dont all know each others identities. theres a lot of major moving parts and its honestly a really wild ride, but i enjoy seeing how the different story pieces unfold. the main character is haruka kito, the most 17 year old high school girl ever who is a disgraced mangaka. she is stubborn and honestly a spitfire, and there is something wrong with her. at one point she gets kidnapped and goes "wow! this will be a great experience to put into my next manga!" even though there is not a single publishing agency that would touch her stuff with a 10 foot pole. she is an inspiration to me to become less normal. donbrothers is technically a sequel to the series right before it, but i dont think you need to watch it because there is exactly one character carried over and he is nothing like how he was in the previous season.

Den-o: oughhh the . with the scrumbly... den-o is genuinely one of my favorite riders as well. the main character Ryoutarou is one of the most sopping wet pathetic 18 year old guys ever and he is being so brave about it. hes a bit of an airhead and definitely a pushover, but its honestly one of the reasons i love him so much. den-o is about ryoutarou becoming a rider with the help of possession from 4 other imagin, which are beings sprung up from the sands of time which seek out people with strong desires to grant their wishes. once those wishes are fufilled, the imagin can enter the past of a person and wreak havoc. the goal of most normal imagin[read: not the ones that hang out with ryou] is to destroy the future, but Ryoutarou and his gaggle of weirdos ride the Denliner to help protect it. It's soooo good okay. den o was super popular so it has a billion spinoff mini series and cameos in other riders but i think it stands best on its own

Exaid: now i want to be clear here and tell you. exaid is not good. exaid is okay and is good in my mind. but it was my first rider so i am attached. It's a part medical drama part video game full time wild fuckin ride where our main character Emu Hojo becomes an intern at a special hospital unit where the staff is able to transform into riders to help fight against the Bugster virus, a special strain of disease that if left untreated allows bugsters [video game entities] to manifest in the real world, killing the patient in the process. The medical drama part is really just a catalyst to the video game stuff, but seeing Emu have his patience tested by the most insane men in the world is worf. Also the nurse Asuna/Poppy is literally sooooo virusgender and I want to steal her gender so bad. i would talk abt dan kuroto since youve probably seen me post abt him before but i feel hes best experienced than explained. just know hes got autism and issues.

Changerion: prolly the oldest toku ive picked up, this one isnt really comparable to anything. its definitely slower paced than the other series ive reccomended so far, and it can definitely feel unfocused. it also suffers from having a reduced episode count [which was cut due to lack of popularity]. in spite of this, i think it was one of my favorite watches ever. The main character, Akira, is a wildly out of control bisexual man. on adderall. He's a detective without work and the first case he manages to land in a while ends up with him in a car crash that grants him the ability to transform. However, instead of being excited with his new purpose in life, he pretty much just tries to slack off and dodge responsibility as much as possible, much to the chagrin of Hayami [the man originally meant to be the one transforming]. Akira very reluctantly fights against the darkzeid, who feast on humanity for power and can open gateways to whats pretty much just a hell dimension. Kuroiwa is a standout character as well, being an antagonist but just so bizzarely charming he ended up as a favorite. He's a darkzeid who wants to integrate with humanity but instead of finding normal ways to do it, he just tries taking over japan. yknow how it is.

EDIT: chewing on glass how could I forget

The High School Heroes: this is only 8 episodes very short but also the episodes are long so it's longshort. Featuring a tokuota (toku otaku) who's obsessed with gorengers(first ever sentai) bringing together his classmates to form a defense club since students keep mysteriously turning into monsters! Also featuring a transfem character who's arc made me cry and she's also my best friend btw. There's a lot of references to gorengers overall but you don't have to know it to go oh it looks cool

sorry this is such a long post i wanted to give you a lot of options and also just like. theres a lot of good points to different series and each one offers something different in theme and tone. also i probably couldve recommended more but this is already such a big list. okay glhf

#long post #muts.txt #sinclair.txt

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jackie-shitposts · 3 years ago

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I Thought Thieves Love Jules!

Carmen strolled out of the elevator, feeling pretty beat after her workout with Shadowsan. Not that she would ever admit that- she had wanted to keep going, but it had only been two days since she got electrocuted in Egypt, so Shadowsan made her cut her workout short while he continued. Carmen sauntered over to the counter, taking a long drink from her water bottle, just as Player’s image appeared on her laptop screen. “Check it out, Red. Julia just posted a new entry on her blog, about a recent find in Columbia.” Player said, ”But it totally digresses into fun facts about fair trade coffee, including a “Red Blend.” Carmen leaned onto the counter. “Could be another riddle to solve?” “Good thing I learned a thing or two about code-breaking from Julia.” Player smirked, clearly excited to show off his new skills. “Every paragraph ends with a number. If you line ‘em up like they're a date and time, it’s tomorrow at 8am.” “Seems Chief wants an opportunity to thank me over coffee.” Carmen quirked an eyebrow. Seems as though she’d be seeing her favorite agent-turned-historian-turned-agent-again in the field, per Chief’s request. “How can you be sure it’s not a trap?” Player asked apprehensively. “If it were, Jules would’ve worded it differently.”

“OoOoO, are we talking about Jules?” Zack asked, peeking his head out from the doorway.

“That ACME gal Carm has a crush on?” Ivy chimed in, peeking her own head out from under her brother.

Carmen rolled her eyes at the sibling’s cartoonish antics. “Jules and I are just friends, you two.”

Ivy scoffed, entering the room and flopping onto the couch. “Yeah right- then why did you specifically go to her when you needed help decoding the relics?”

Carmen casually took a sip of her water before answering. “Jules was already familiar with VILE- getting a stranger involved would’ve only made things more complicated and dangerous than it already was.” Zack hopped onto the couch opposite of Ivy, resting his feet up on her knees. He pointedly ignored Ivy’s protests of, “Zack, gross!” and smirked at Carmen. “Oh? Then why did you ask Devineaux where she was in Louisiana?” “Hey, you never told me about that one!” Ivy gasped, feigning betrayal. “I was just surprised ACME let that driving disaster use a car,” Carmen quipped. Player laughed on his side of the screen. “Don’t act like you’re any better, Red. Don’t you remember your first caper?”

Carmen gasped, pretending to be insulted. “Says the 17 year old without a learners permit.”

“Not like I have anywhere to go.” Player laughed, before refocusing on Carmen’s interrogation. “Speaking of firsts, how about when you first met Julia? I listened in, and it totally sounded like you were flirting with her. You called her “Jules” on your first meeting!” Carmen narrowed her eyes at Player in defiance. “I was just sitting across from Jules so I could blend in while keeping an eye on Paper Star. And what’s wrong with nicknames? I called Crackle “Gray” and Ivy “Ives”. I don’t see what the difference is.” “The difference is that you and Cracker used to be best friends, and now we are best friends. However, you and Jules were not friends at the time.” Ivy said, emphasizing the nickname. “His name is Crackle now.” “He went and rejoined VILE, I think I get to call Gary whatever I want.” Player chimed back into the conversation. “Why did you leave the Magna Cartas with Julia, anyway? You had one conversation with her, what made you think leaving them with her meant they were in “good hands?” “While sitting next to her, I noticed Devineaux’s briefcase, and she said they were travel partners on business. I figured that meant they were law enforcement also trying to recover the documents. Leaving them with Jules simply saved me the hassle of returning the documents myself.” Carmen explained casually. “What about the fashion show in Milan, Carm? Why’d you have Julia help us then?” Zack asked, a shit-eating grin plastered onto his face. Carmen sighed in annoyance. Why won’t they just get off her back about this already? “Jules was the only ACME agent around, and I knew that ACME would be able to get the gowns to safety. And before you ask,” Carmen pointed at Ivy, whose mouth was already open with some smug retort, “I put her in charge instead of you because she would know where the gowns could be put for ACME to return.” At that, Ivy simply leaned back onto the couch and mirrored her brother’s smug grin. “Yeah, that was a fun night.” She smirked, and Zack tried to hold back his laugh that came out as more of a snort. Carmen raised her brow at the untold story, but she decided not to press. For the sake of her sanity.

“Well, what about Stockholm?” Zack blurted. Ivy and Player’s eyes snapped to Carmen, looking for any hint of discomfort, and Zack immediately tried to rectify the situation. “I-I mean, yknow, you just were gonna go try to get her help before-”

Carmen cut off his anxious rambling, smiling warmly. “Don’t worry about it Zack, I know what you mean. I wanted to talk to Jules to see if she could get ACME to back off. While that obviously didn’t happen, I know Jules didn’t try to betray me.” Carmen glanced out the window for a moment, whispering quietly to herself. “I don’t think I could be angry at her if I tried.” Carmen turned back to her friends and smiled. ��Plus, she helped me out in Monaco and Ile De L'oleron afterwards, so-” Player practically leapt up from his chair, causing a loud crash as he knocked the fidget spinners off his desk and dropped the rubix cute he was playing with. “Yeah, let's talk about Monaco! You can’t tell me you guys weren’t flirting at the party. She was so confident you were going to deliver the goods to her door, and you trusted her not to stop you when you stole the eggs. Come on, Red, you know she was flirting with you!” Carmen felt Zack and Ivy’s eyes on her expectantly, and she chuckled at Player’s exasperation. “Player, I’m pretty good at reading people, and I’m fairly certain she wasn’t flirting with me. Even if she was, I was not flirting ba-” “Then what about the roses?”

Carmen’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly. How did Zack, of all people, know about the roses?

“Oh my god, the roses! Carm, why the fuck didn’t you tell us about the roses?” Ivy exclaimed, springing up from her relaxed position on the couch.

Carmen bit her lip before answering. “They were just flowers, as a thank you gift for the help. How do you know about them, anyway? I didn’t buy them until after you guys left.”

At that, Player piped up once again. “So Red, you know how at the end of each month, I look through our funds and see how much we spend on capers, to set our budget for the next month? Well, it was pretty interesting for me to see that you used our encrypted card to buy a bouquet of red roses from the flower shop across the street from Julia’s apartment, on the same day we left her the goods.”

Fuck. Carmen needed to shut this down, now. “They were just a thank you gift guys, nothing more. Just something Jules could keep for herself. And red is my color, so the roses seemed like a good gift. Now if you’ll excuse me,” Carmen glared at the redheads sternly, daring them to stop her, before looking down at Player with the same forbidding look. ”I’m going to take a shower. Player, let me know when you’ve got a red eye to Seattle ready.” Carmen closed the laptop, tucked it under her arm and walked out of the room without looking back. ~~~

The video call flickered to black, and Player leaned back into his chair, sighing. Red can be so thick-headed sometimes. As he booked her flight, he thought back to their teasing and banter from moments before.

Red seemed pretty genuine- maybe we were wrong after all.

Player took a deep breath- he didn’t want to call Carmen back so soon, especially when she seemed pretty pissed at the end of their last call- but he had booked her flight for a short two hours from now. So, Player reconnected to Carmen’s laptop, still looking at the red eye information on his other monitor, before hearing a loud, exasperated groan coming from his speakers.

“Holy fuck that was such a mess!”

Player’s head snapped towards his other monitor. The laptop had been set on the dresser across from Carmen’s bed, where she was laying sprawled out in agony. Player quickly hit his mute button and sat back to watch.

Carmen’s arms raised up to cover her face- though Player couldn’t see it, he was sure her face was covered in her signature color. “God, and the roses- why did I use the card for the roses? That’s a basic credit card slip, how am I so stupid!”

Carmen sat up, hands still over her flushed face. “I’m so fucking lucky they didn’t hear us on the ferry or at her office, there’s no way they would’ve ever let that go- I thought I wasn’t being obvious about this stupid crush-

That was all the confirmation Player needed. He clicked unmute and nearly shouted, “So you do have a crush on Julia! I knew it!”

Carmen’s head snapped up to the source of the sound, her face as red as her coat hanging on the wall’s hook. “Player! What the fuck are you-” Carmen froze as she watched Player pick up his cell phone. “Player, if you do what I think you’re about to-”

“Then what? You’re two thousand miles away Red, I'm practically untouchable.” He laughed and grinned smugly at the webcam as he dialed a number.

“Player, you are so dead next time I visit Ontario!” Carmen yelled before she threw her door open, barrelling down the hall to the stairway.

~~~

Zack and Ivy watched in silence as Carmen walked out of the room. When they heard the door to the stairway close, they looked at each other, before they couldn’t take it anymore and burst into laughter.

“Holy shit she looked so mad!” Ivy wheezed through her laughing fit.

“I know! Do you think that means she was telling the truth?” Zack questioned as he tried (and failed) to calm his giggles.

“No way.”

“But she seemed pretty-”

“What are you two laughing about?” Shadowsan’s stern voice stopped the twin’s giggling dead in its tracks. Just as Ivy opened her mouth to make an excuse, since she doubted Carmen wanted Shadowsan involved in her love life, (he is like her father, isnt he?) Zack spoke up.

“We tried to get Carm to confess that she likes Julia, but she kept on telling us she just likes Julia as a friend. Maybe she wasn’t lying, most of her reasons were pretty solid.” Ivy would’ve smacked him then and there if Shadowsan hadn’t interrupted her train of thought with a small chuckle. Since when did Shadowsan chuckle? “On VILE Island, Carmen was trained to be a master of deception. Do you not realize that she was also trained to survive any interrogation?” Shadowsan said, with…humor in his voice? Zack and Ivy were silent for a moment. “Wait, does that mean she actually does like Ju-” The moment was interrupted with a call on Ivy’s phone. When she looked at the caller ID, her eyes widened as she answered it and put the device on speaker. “Carmen does have a crush on Julia!” Player shouted from the phone, just as the Crimson Gay Ghost herself burst into the room and crashed into Ivy. “Dammit!” Carmen yelled, taking the phone from Ivy who was now on the floor with Carmen and laughing. “Player, I’m going to fly to Ontario and kick your ass!” Player’s laughing from the phone was almost drowned out by Zack and Ivy’s. “Oh no you’re not, you’ve got a flight to catch in two hours!” “OoOh where to? To go see your “favorite ACME agent”?” Ivy teased through her laughter. “Yeah Carm, I thought thieves love Jules!” Zack said as he laughed. Carmen jumped off of Ivy, her voice a noticeably higher pitch and her face extremely red as she shouted, “No! I mean- well, that is- I just-” As Zack, Ivy and Player continued to tease an extremely red-faced and stammering Carmen, Shadowsan smiled and quietly walked out of the room. It seems the war may be coming to a close with ACME on their side, but that doesn’t mean Carmen has to stop chasing someone.

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theblondebondd · 3 years ago

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yknow what i need from comic writers?

i need them to give sharon her moment of realization. the " wait a second " that every character with a story inevitably has. i need something to happen that leads her to just sitting back and reevaluating everything she's ever been through, her whole life for that matter, good and bad.

i mean there's a lot to cover, especially with the time shifting retcons. even if you ignore the glaring misogyny that comes from being shields youngest, best, and *only* female agent for however long ( which of course the latter was retconned away ), you still have to recognize everything else.

bc of retcons its canon now that sharon had to pretend peggy was her sister to keep her mind from slipping. had to pretend with her parents, with strangers, *everyone.* do you know how confusing that would be for a child? how distressing it would've been to have to keep a facade that big? hell, it's no wonder she's a good spy, she spent her entire childhood playing a part.

and that doesn't even tackle her parents neglecting her and peggy using that parental control and the devotion sharon had to her, against her to try and groom her into becoming a soldier.

we don't know exactly how young she was when she joined shield but we do know she was identical to peggy the last time steve had seen her and that means they were likely similar ages. though peggy is retconned as to having been 20 ( due to the codename bravo relationship being creepy otherwise ), at the time her canon age was having been 16, meaning sharon was probably around there as well, if not maybe only a few years older. for the sake of it not being weird w steve, we can say she was 18 / 19ish ( steve was 22 / 23 in the 60s after coming out of the ice ). we can gather she's young also from the fact thst as far as im aware, we never saw her drink pre waid's era, we see other agents ( not even ones just as old as fury or dum dum - even though they weren't even really that old atp ) call her " kid " or " kiddo " and in the few times we see them, her parents treat her like she's a child.

which means that literally EVERY adult in her life failed her, whether intentionally like peggy and fury, or unintentionally, like her parents ( assumedly anyhow, we're led to believe that they were just too old to want to be parents and that she was an unwelcomed surprise that they put up with because of that ).

then shield straight up abandoned her for half a decade all because fury didn't want to waste the time and agents to look for her, leaving her to be tortured, starved, repeatedly sa'd, etc., and then she got back and he had the nerve to just keep taking and taking and taking and BLAMED HER FOR IT.

at what point does sharon carter get to have her " i was a child " moment? i know it's unlikely to happen with peggy given how much comics are trying to push that mutantphobe on us bc of the mcu, but she deserves to have it with nick fury. in at the very least a flashback.

let her call them out dammit.

#marvel #sharon carter #agent 13 #captain america #marvel comics #anti peggy carter

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aboardthehavocmarauder · 3 years ago

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Beautiful Mischief [Pt. 3]

Bad Batch x Reader • Angst/Fluff/NSFW (yknow the whole deal) • Mechanic [hidden Jedi] ! Reader • Female reader

Fall on your knees, sweet girl

Sweet girl...

——

“SHES A FUCKING JEDI”

“And how the fuck would you know that?”

“HER PETITE FUCKING ASS CANT TAKE DOWN A TREE IN A SINGLE PUNCH”

“You think she used the force?”

“She did! Don’t believe me?! Wait till the next incident”

Y/N frowns outside the cockpit hearing Cross talk about what he saw with Hunter and Tech. She straightens up when Echo came into the common area seeing the angered look on her face. He didn’t say a word. They stood in the silence and Y/N felt overwhelmed all of a sudden causing her to leave the room, before he could reach—-

“Don’t touch her Echo. We don’t know what she’s capable of” Tech states witnessing what just happened as Echo gave him a worried look.

——

“You’re taking on a Padawan? You know what Anakin turned out to be. You think you’ll produce a normal one?”

“They are Anakin’s age now. Not a child. I believe I can train them to be the best”

“A little late to find a force sensitive being”

“I didn’t find her, she found me”

“I trust you Obi Wan. But—“

Don’t be surprised by the hardships

——

Wrecker finds himself in the storage compartment looking for extra ration bars in their food supply when he saw Y/N sitting on the ground propped up against her crate staring at the ceiling.

“Hey?” He tilts his head confused seeing the redness in her eyes and swollen cheeks. “Hey Y/N...what’s wrong?” He decided to sit with her waiting for her to respond and if she didn’t, he would’ve stayed as a comfort.

“I’m a monster Wrecker”

“What? I don’t think so”

“Crosshair does, he’s telling everybody what he saw in the forest. Just another monster in this galaxy full of darkness”

“Okay now that’s a lot of talk. I’m going to need context”

“He didn’t tell you? None of your brothers did?”

“Honestly I ignore what most of them say” Wrecker laughs as he handed her a ration bar seeing her take the offer.

“I worked on your ship for a year before you decided to add me on this journey with you all. Then it’s been six months and as much as you’re all close with one another...I don’t think I’ll ever been looked at normally ever again”

“Y/N...from the time with the scar thing. Scars are scars. It was stupid of us to push you to tell us what happened. As for this recent thing. Speaking for myself, I don’t care what you are. You’re Y/N. A badass mechanic that knows a lot more than we expected. And if shit changes. Who gives a fuck? Imma still like you for you. Besides. Half of my face is a scar and I don’t give a fuck” Wrecker smiles hearing her laugh a little, feeling better.

——

“Two lightsabers? Ha! This will work nicely for you young apprentice”

Y/N stares with grey covered eyes standing still like a solider as the dathomirian receives the kyber crystals for the hilts before handing the new and improved sabers to his mindless slave.

“You’ll receive a new look. Keep you hidden away from the so called Jedi you used to call your family. Little do they know your parents died and adoptive sister left. Or you left her. I’ve always wondered why you did so”

“I wanted to become a Jedi, Odious...” Y/N says groggily before freeing when he started to force choke her. “I’m sorry sir...”

“Mmm. Are you truly, sweet girl?” He smirks pushing her against the wall and keeping her there like a wall ornament. “We don’t want you to remember to good old days...we need information and you will kill for it if it deems necessary” Odious laughs squeezing his hold hearing her choke. “You will kill if they won’t expose their secrets. We will take down the Jedi council”

Soon Y/N dropped on her side feeling the cold ground turn into a cold surrounding. Feeling like death was crawling in but she quickly stood to their feet seeing Odious’s accomplices approach her to start the appearance change.

No one said it was pain-free

——

Returning to Coruscant, Y/N thought she was being dropped off but Hunter assured her it was for Echo to receive some simplicity with his brothers in blue.

Even the clones need to go back to their home.

“You coming?”

“No”

“But come on. The mess hall will have more of those ration bars you like” Wrecker adds as Y/N stayed glued to her seat feeling a weight grow in her chest when she sensed him. “Y/N?”

“I can’t Wrecker...I know we’ll be here for three days but I’m safe here”

“Well you know where we’ll be” He smiles being the last stepping off the ramp as it closed behind him.

But it didn’t take until nightfall for Y/N to step out and take a look at something that over came their thoughts.

——

“You’ll be staying”

“No Obi-Wan”

“Y/N you’ve come so far. Why give up training now?”

“Your master was a grey-Jedi because he didn’t believe in the rules the council had held accountable on us all. I can’t live in a cult that doesn’t want me to seek out for more in my life”

“But you can—“

“I’m not becoming a whore of the Jedi council all because I can fuck every man that steps into the facility. I want to fall in love. I want to be free. Free from my personal burdens. Reunite with my sister. Go home. I won’t be corrupted Obi Wan. You can keep your tabs on me if you like. But I cannot be here”

“Y/N. Please”

“Take a look behind you Obi Wan, and what do you see?”

Obi Wan turns around to look at the city of Coruscant erupt in colors and volumes of plenty. He was about to say something but when he turned around.

She was gone

——

And now she’s returned

Y/N stepped into the quarters she stayed in during her time there. The nostalgia started to hit when the familiar feeling returned.

“Leave”

“Y/N—“

“Leave me alone” She frowns clenching her fists. “You shouldn’t have come out of whatever corner you were in”

“Y/N it took courage for you to come back inside this place. Please just let me spe—“

Obi Wan suddenly hit the wall outside of her room as she stepped out quickly leaving.

“General I heard—“ Cody stopped talking seeing Y/N and his General on the floor, triggering him to take out his weapon. “You stay right there”

“Don’t hurt him Y/N”

“I’m not a monster like you Kenobi” Y/N frowns lifting her hands and before Cody could even do anything, she booked it in the other direction.

“What the—“ Cody started chasing after her as Obi Wan quickly gets on his feet following in suit after the two.

Having no obstacle in the way made it easy, until Cody called in reinforcements from Rex and a few more from the 501st.

“This—“

“It’s Y/N. Why would Cody—“

“Cody explain?!”

“Cody stand down for maker’s sake” Obi Wan states. “You can’t just—“

“They—“

“NO” He snaps as the distress in his voice made Cody finally stop thinks but the actions still confused his brothers. “Now leave. All of you. Except Y/N”

As the sun sets on today

We’ll never know about tomorrow

——

“General Kenobi. New information has come up”

“What about this time Cody?”

“About fugitive x. You said to dig up anything on them and we got something”

Obi Wan turns to Cody seeing the information on the datapad and taking it, leaving to process this all.

Fugitive X

Name: Y/F/N Y/L/N

Found in the streets of the black market wielding duel lightsabers. Nothing life threatening. But they were found with a kyber crystal that was floating around in the market.

“This...isn’t giving me anything...” Cody frowns flipping through the pictures and finding the video from one of the street cameras of them taking out a knife and suddenly—-

Fuck

——

“Why didn’t you come back once you escaped?”

“Why would I?”

“What do you mean...”

“Just because you had spies in my life to keep tabs on me. Doesn’t mean they saw everything. You......” Y/N stops talking as she brings her knees to her chest staring out in the scenery as Obi Wan sheds his robe to be comfortable around her just enough. “You...you lost your master. Imagine that pain, but with your humanity, sanity...”

“Y/N, what happened?”

“A lot...”

A lot that nobody knows

Until now

#the bad batch #bad batch #the bad batch x reader #bad batch x reader #wrecker bad batch #tech bad batch #crosshair bad batch #echo bad batch #hunter bad batch #aboardthehavocmarauder

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a-snow-decahedron · 3 years ago

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Learn to Dodge

Ok but imagine being Frisk and sucking at dodging bullets

it's 3 am im not apologizing for this.

warning for Frisk cursing a lot, because they deserve it and also because it's really funny to think the only reason they don't have dialogue is because it would change the rating of the game

sans: haven't i done a great job protecting you?

sans: i mean, look at yourself, you haven't died a single time

sans: hey, what's that look supposed to mean? am i wrong?

Frisk: That's such bullshit.

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: No you shut up! I died so many times i can't count and you didn't do shit a single time.

sans: you did what-

Frisk: yeah you fucking heard me. I get to swear all i want after that.

sans: *realization hitting him like a brick* look, kid, there's a lot to unpack here. but first, when did u die?

Frisk: Oh now you care, don't you? Pretty much everyone's killed me at least once. I died like 10 times to Undyne alone and you were fucking napping!

sans: *lowkey feeling regret at his words* wait... everyone? even my bro?

Frisk: nah, Papyrus' cool. Still scared the crap out of me the first time he captured me. He's a little lost about humans but he's got the spirit.

sans: the dogi?

Frisk: 3 times

sans: Greater dog?

Frisk: twice

sans: alright, i guess that's valid. but i can't think of anyone else that could do some serious damage kid. seriously, did ya die to some teens? to jerry? to a woshua?

Frisk: Say that last name again and i'm throwing a chair.

sans: oh boy, how much didja die...

Frisk: Sans, look at me in the eyes. I'm opening them wide for you. Look at me, at my armor.

sans: what about it.

Frisk: you know temmie village?

sans: yeah

Frisk: Tem sells this armor for so much money you could pay your tab at Grillby's

sans: did u pick up a fight to get the money. come on kiddo, of course you got hurt doing that.

Frisk: I'm not done yet. So outside the village there's this dark as fuck maze and it's filled with Woshues and Moldbyggs and all. But every time I died, Sans. Every time you let my soul break into little tiny pieces. Temmie sold the armor for cheaper.

sans: how the he...ck would temmie know how many times you died?

sans, to himself: i could visit the village for research, bet they know something i don't

Frisk: Hey bonehead, wanna know how much it cost?

sans: sure, go ahead

Frisk: it started at like 4500 G. I already died a few times beforehand so it was probably more expensive than that. But that fucking maze is worse than my old neighborhood in the surface, man. I died so much the price got to 1400G I think.

sans: holy crap.

Frisk: it was still too much yknow, every time I died I lost my progress so I had to keep saving every penny I got. Anyways, see what I'm wearing? How much do you think it cost?

sans: uh... 500G

Frisk: close enough, 750, it didn't go lower than that. Before you ask: no, I did not die on purpose to find out.

sans: ...

sans: how many HP do humans have?

Frisk: I learnt what HP was like yesterday, I don't think I can tell you. I have 20.

sans: ok yeah that's low. i figured you'd have like 200 at least

Frisk: I know that if I kill people it somehow increases but that's awful so next time I came back to life after dying I was back to before I murdered someone. I chose to do as much as possible to never kill again on purpose or by accident.

sans: wow, kid. you really are, uh, determined.

sans: hold on, so you can travel back in time

Frisk: *shrugs* I guess? Still hurts a fucking lot when it happens after I die. but I think I can try at will.

sans: buddy, let's do something. you can come back to a few minutes on the past right?

Frisk: Yeah

sans: ok, so hear me out. i made a codeword some time ago, so if someone tells it to me i know they're a time traveler. get closer (whisper, whisper)

Frisk: Sans what the fuck.

sans: i hope you come back and tell it to me.

--one loaded SAVE later--

Frisk: hey you told me to tell you this and if it's a fucking joke i'm going feral.

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: (whisper, whisper)

sans: who told you this? what a liar. *Frisk's eye twitches* but yeah that's a codeword. come closer, to really gain my trust you need another code (whimsper, whimsper).

Frisk: Oh for fuck's sake.

--Another loaded SAVE file later--

sans: hey, kiddo what's with that look

Frisk: This better be the last fucking codeword or I'm going insane

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: *says the codeword*

sans: oh, so that's what you meant. It kinda explains a lot.

Frisk: Sans listen, I'm so fucking done of doing this. Let's just go eat, ok? Time traveling doesn't help wtih my hunger, and I reaally need to take my time to just explain what just happened because I know you got questions.

sans: *mentally preparing* here we go

-- some eplanations later --

sans: wow, kid. i'm impressed. for one thing i believe you. you knew what i was about to do before i did it.

sans: and, uh, guess i can't really make the past go away for you even if i don't remember that happening but... i'll do better, ok?

Frisk: Can I really trust you?

sans: you said your stats were low, mine are even worse so it's not like i can defend u without dusting myself in the process... but we can practice dodging, until you get better. and that armor's gonna help a lot too.

Frisk: For real?

sans: yeah, i made a promise after all. i gotta do a better job at keeping it.

sans: hey, buddy... you have not told this to anyone right? you haven't told the door lady.

Frisk: No fucking way. She also killed me once, telling her would destroy her. And I think she was trying not to hurt me too but somehow I managed to walk into her flames.

sans: ... why do you trust her?

Frisk: I don't know... it's complicated. She has good intentions. Better than some people on the Surface, anyways.

sans: you are a special kid, you know that? alright buddy, we can keep talking outside. let's take a breath and then do some training. even folks with low HP like us can find a way to survive. howzabout that?

Frisk: I guess... that's alright. Yeah, that can work.

* * *

#fic #safeutdr #undertale #fanfiction #frisk #sans #swearing #dont take me too seriously #geometric thoughts #this is crack mostly #but yeah it can be wholesome too #my fingers just went with it #i am too tired to proofread it #sans the skeleton #frisk the human

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