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turn on the lights, this cannot last forever
watching and dreaming promo
#i woke up and saw that trailer had dropped 5 minutes before i checked my phone. something out there needed me awake#the owl house#toh spoilers#watching and dreaming#toh season 3#luz noceda#amity blight#hunter noceda#gus porter#willow park#the owl house spoilers#this episode is gonna fuck so HARDDDDD its ticking all my fav trope boxes so far from just 44 seconds of promo material omg#guys im sweating sm i sat down chugged a monster and didnt move a muscle until this was done. my demons#hdhfdhfgdjhgd guys!!!! im so unwell
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I think my favorite little parallel between Ascended vs Spawn Astarion has to be this little, probably even unintentional, detail in the epilogue:
Mr Vampire Ascendant, when confronted about freedom, asking the pc if they'd prefer sleeping in the dirt over "living" in his prescribed decadence.
Meanwhile, if left as a spawn Astarion is like
*Passes several chairs, rugs, a pile of pillows, and two log benches to plant his pretty little ass in the dirt*
"THIS DIRT'S THE BEST! I LOVE DIRT!!"
#get tav/durge drunk and let him have a little sippy and he's GONNA be makin' little gothic mud castles#Shadowheart come over here and enable this man!#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion#bg3 spoilers#astarion ancunin#spawn astarion#ascended astarion#Like it's so inconsequential but like it's so not?#i've heard it's a sneaky little EA reference#but still#dirt gremlin time#Dirt is freedom guys#Y'all ever sat in dirt just because? I recommend it#Also while I was getting that bottom pic Halsin was creeping ever closer to my durge like he was makin' a move#First sitting on the floor then on the far end of the log then the spot on the log next to my durge#almost spit out my drink when i saw it#Note: Mr Ascendant would refuse to sit down as well. He physically CANNOT relax#Fs in chat
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Description of the primary documents:
Image 9/document 1:
a book of hours. Thomas Becket's name is erased from the calendar of saint's days
Image 10/document 2:
Cromwell's arms in the book of heralds after his fall. 'X's show where they've been crossed out
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'questions to be axid of thomas cromell'
in henry viii's hand, the heading to a list of questions regarding the Cleves marriage
Image 26/document 4:
Cromwell's letter to the king from the tower
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His parliamentary attainder
#this is well ugly. but we move!#I don’t foresee the ‘you can choke’ being well-received. but it’s in specific reference to his ‘low birth’ and how flagrant he was#about it and how little he seemed to have cared?#I got way too carried away w this#and thus continues my doing quote boards for Thee most unpopular Tudor figures#I did one of Henry and ngl I’m tempted to do another#(when I say unpopular. that’s like. within reason. as in I’m not gonna be out here doing one for thomas seymour. or richard riche. ya ken?)#also this was a bit annoying to make because the fucker sat in the same position. facing the same direction. in the same outfit#with the same expression. in every portrait of him ever#which does not lend itself well to this sort of thing#(altho actually tbf i do think he has a softer? expression in the miniatures than in the main Holbein portrait)#also on the real that medal is incredibly well made. they even managed to do some wee curls poking out from under the hat#to get that kinda detail with just hand tools...#phew#also cowboy carter is a banging album and if you havent listened to it you should#thomas cromwell#the tudors#wolf hall#also i did put one positive/happier quote in there because well. outside of wolf hall i dont think people do know as much about#the good things he did and tried to do#he's incredibly complex to put it mildly
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Funny stuff happens on twitter sometimes dkslfjsdlkf
#these tags are dedicated to the person who told me to stop hiding headcanon info in the tags#im still doing it LKSDFSDFKLFJ#anyway some exposition for my tumblr fans:#J never sleeps. like ever#if she does “sleep” she usually does it sitting in the drop-pod#a lah inuyasha style LMAO#if that makes sense#she never even slept during Tessa's sleepovers#she'd just lay there letting her mind wander#But it always stressed Tessa out that J never relaxed#so one day she was finally able to convince J to TRY. just once.#the first time J ever slept and the first time she truly let her guard down in that manor#was curled up. as small as she could be. next to Tessa.#J was so scared of being found. of being hurt for stopping just once.#so Tessa sat with her the entire time. So she could feel safe enough to finally rest#J can't sleep because it means she'd have to physically stop#and after so long since she the last time she was allowed to rest#I don't think she knows how any more.#and if she did I doubt she'd let herself stop for even a moment#because stopping means letting it catch up to you#its easier just to keep moving; isn't it?#its easier then facing the fact she'll never lay next to her ever again#or smth idk im not a writer lol#ANYWAY thanks for reading :]#murder drones#serial designation j#serial designation v#uzi doorman#tessa is mentioned but I don't really think it warrants a tags :p#I really should be making text posts if im gonna make tags this friggin long
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Conrad - Scho - John
I swear I could do better these are just practice portraits but fucking hell I even hate these and these turned out the finest so far... my hand and brain are broken istg
#my art#conrad oxford#william schofield#john shelby#kingsman#1917#peaky blinders#im gonna try to do more studies to try to get back into art but im on film production all day mon tue wed and then already moving out on sat
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lmaoooo maffhew wanting the knot immediately and having to wait for sasha to catch up with that is so deeply funny like. this omega is not subtle and you’re not a stupid alpha babe! can only imagine what benny has to say to maffhew about it once he catches on and stops banging his head against a wall
idiots to lovers is always great but especially when its two people who would be hitched with 10 kids by now if they stopped being dumb for a single second like its that easy and yet...
to me they very much fall around the same time (infatuation at first scent if you will) just that sasha takes some time to get there not because he's dumb (okay he's a little dumb) but in the sense that its like "this person is very interested in me, i can see and recognise that but theres so much cognitive dissonance in my brain right now between knowing that intrinsically and finding that hard to believe so i unintentionally play dumb because obviously i'm reading too much into things it cant be me they're interested in haha that'd crazy but they're being awfully touchy and flirty with me wow"
but also it takes two to tango and we have to acknowledge that and this is when i would love to bring up the ways in which this man decides is the best way to go about that because he is a catholic school girlie... there's so much hilarity to be had here especially because his flirting is very uh how you say... a little ass backwards if you will especially considering dynamics
"I make it a point to keep the door closed when we're alone in a room together! That's basically a clear invitation that I'm down to fuck!!! Im basically asking to be ragdolled on his knot!!!"
and Benny just pinches the bridge of his nose like "I don't know how to explain to you in a way you'll understand that not everyone went to Catholic school."
But saying that Sasha does side-eye the door knob heavily when Maffhew goes over to close it the first time and he starts sweating like he just got dragged into a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven he did not sign up for and he's 13 again and oh god he got paired with a really cute girl, and he hasn't even had his first real kiss yet and-
And then absolutely nothing happens because Maffhew is just waiting with a polite expectant smile (because his work here is done, he did the heavy lifting know it's Sasha's turn) and this is when Sasha's dynamic classes training kicks in and he basically scolds himself for even assuming in the first place because this is clearly a show of trust (correct) not an invitation for extra circular activities (incorrect buzzer noise) and it basically becomes "This Omega really trusts me, I'm honoured especially as Pack Leader that I'm able to be so accepted into such a private space with the inherent knowledge that I will not encroach their boundaries whatsoever because consent is verbal, this is not in any way an invitation to take advantage of them this is deep platonic trust I will guard with my life :]"
and if you listen closely you can hear the lovely sounds of Maffhew bashing his head into a wall about how much of a gentleman Sasha is but also COME ONNNNNN... you know... once Maffhew realises what's happening which (looks at my watch) is not due for another few months really
Battle of wills: unstoppable force (maffhews catholic school understanding of dynamic interactions) vs immovable object (overseas alpha cotillion classes)
And if you think it's an Oh! An overseas dynamic thing! It's not. The Euros are watching the horrible car crash in front of them and doing absolutely nothing about it because it's none of their business, but they will stare at it... maybe judge it a bit but definitely are observing from the tall grass.
and I'm also not saying that luosty lundy forsy and bobby have a current running bet of how long it'll take for maffhew to break sasha in but i'm also not not saying that... luosty goaded lundy in the midst of a gossip session ("It has to be 3 months, right?) forsy happened to be around so lundy turned to him for advice ("7 months.") and maybeeee bobby overheard from all the way over from his stall and puts in his two cents for what it's worth ("6. Captain nice but not that nice. Very impatient." "So 3!" "No. Impatience makes him double the time, and wait longer. 6 months.") (lundy finally settles on a good 5 months because he's indecisive)
And Sasha does eventually pick up everything maffhew is throwing down... eventually... and when he does it becomes more so I want to court this omega the way they deserve I will take this slow and romance them sweetly :) *smash cut to maffhew caterwauling like a cat in heat*
but also once again its not like maffhew is helping sasha in any way this is idiot4idiot and benny would like to enjoy the car crash with the euros but unfortunately that's his soulmate, thats his bestie, his littermate from birth who has been weaned on the same teat as they climbed over each other to get to it, the first girl you kissed in your childhood bedroom because somehow you started play fighting on the bed because she was like i could totally pin you down easy and then she does and you always noticed how beautiful she was but shes even more gorgeous when she's pinning your wrists to your hannnah montana duvet you promised yourself youd changed out before she came over but you forget and well she teased you about it and you cant help but giggle about how perfect this all is and it seems that the natural conclusion to this is to taste the strawberry lipgloss of her lips because whats a kiss between besties huh its tacky and sticky and it tastes like summer and just other apt metaphors to put here about the inherent -isms of their relationship that i nearly cant put to words properly other than girls having fun (they are fucking)
and well anyways benny is watching and he has a lot of things to say about how its been proceeding so far
"You should really use your words."
"I am!"
"Right because smelling like a fucking perfume shop in the middle of October is using your words."
"This usually works with most Alphas okay!"
"Sasha isn't most Alphas."
"Tell me about it." Matthew grouses before he peeks over to Sam, looking up from beneath his eyelashes—the exact way he knows both endears him to Sam but also absolutely miffs him all the same, "Worked on you, didn't it?"
"Oh, is that what we're doing right now? We're calling getting a lapful of a preening O in preheat in the middle of a roadie a normal way to go about these things."
"It worked didn't it?" Matthew reiterates.
"It would work better if you use—"
"Okay! Alright!! I get it!!!" He does not.
like benny here is unfortunately an active listening participant in the going ons of the fuckery if not because hes involved by proxy because of maffhew because who else will hold his hair back as he calls him a dumb bitch you know
#ask#i dont think we nearly take enough advantage of maffhew going to a catholic prepatory school#my friend who went to catholic schooling his whole life until highschool (where we met) dropped the bombshell of the door thing on me#to which i went you have to be fucking with me that cant be real and then i was like well i guess its good we're both boys then-#and then he goes oh my mom knows im queer the rule applies to boys too#and i just nervously looked over to the door knob like well uh maybe we should open the door? i dont want your mom to be mad-#and he was like oh shes convinced we've been fucking since we met so this is allowed youre the only boy she lets do this (the door thing)#a couple of years later when he moved out i found out friends weren't allowed over if he was alone in the house but i was the only exceptio#and i felt like the equivalent of a roving tomcat who keeps wandering into the gardens and got the neighbours cat daisy pregnant#i dont think i could ever look that woman in the eye after all that#this is all to say catholic schooling does things to you man#anyways i do have to reiterate every kitty is fucking each other on a normal basis and in an abo au it gets even worse#making our whorehouse a whorehome#ive always said this but flirting with a virgo is like flirting with a brickwall#actually thatd be an insult to the brickwall because at least the brickwall would give you something to work with#the humble virgo looks you in the eyes before they crush your ego with a single word and youre like thank you mistress may i have another#i feel for maffhew i really do#theres just so many funny ways this just goes terribly wrong because both maffhew and sasha are inherently messy people#matthew and sasha on a team outing sat next to each other in a booth and matthew gets a little tipsy and starts rubbing his cheek#on sashas shoulder and sasha is just looking over to benny like please. help. and benny just snorts and blatantly ignores#him as he continues to sip on his beer and sasha just turns to ekky and silently pleads with his eyes. PLEASE. HELP.#ekky huffs and looks away very much not thrilled about being involved in any form whatsoever and hes not gonna change his mind about this#*5 minutes later* and ekky finds himself switching spots with sasha with a cuddly maffhew on his arm and he's a little disgruntled about it#but its very hard to stay upset when maffhew keeps mumbling about how nice he smells and keeps trying to scent him#all over like he has any right to lay a claim when hes been in the pack for such a short time#and yeah okay maybe he preens a little bit at the compliment like just a little#and maybe he does like being treated like a glorified scratching post but matthew doesnt need to know that (matthew knows that)#well anyways
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Heya soup how's it goin :-)
its going!
#dude it's been so long since i've interacted too much with this hellsite#or my moots i lowkey miss you guys#i've just had a lot of life stuff going on yk#senior year of hs is beating my ass to a pulp but WE PERSEVERSE#against all odds i'm still standing#somehow#currently ive got so many art assignments to get done this weekend so! that's gonna be fun#i've also been learning guitar! so that's pretty cool- on month 3 of my guitar journey :)#AND i just found out i got a 1290 on the FIRST SAT ive taken ever#winged that shit so hard and blew it out of the water i'm floored by my academic prowess#but yeah!#life's been moving#it's been going#definitely been a bitch at some points ngl but again im still standing#rn.. i'm chilling :)#thanks for asking dude i miss talking with you and the rest of the moots!#s0up1talks
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been real cloudy here, without any rain
#halfway thru this i realized i was drawing myself and not gumi and i had to take a moment and re-gumi-fy the drawing#cant help being a gumi kinnie i guess U_U#dnoodles#vocaloid#i guess? idk i dont think a lot of people will reblog this. i actually kinda hope not.#hello dear followers#yea wow i have um. not been drawing at all lately.#not even simple doodles. i couldnt even pick up a pen.#so i sat down. turned on my favorite music. and drew what i wanted.#not what i wanted to see as the result#but what i wanted to let out of my system.#i dont really care if this looks good or bad. i dont care how messy the lines are. i dont care about the colors or the background#i just wanted to have a good time drawing again. and have a good time i did :)#i have a big drawing ahead of me i need to do. that i Want to do.#im scared of it not turning out good. especially since its for a friend. especially since im being paid for it.#but. im gonna let myself enjoy it. sink into the feeling and let the pen move on its own. indulge in the joy of creation.#i missed art. i missed posting.#sometimes i think about how i was able to crank out so many drawings in high school.#not without extreme determent to my grades of course. but still. i was drawing So Much. and i utterly loved it.#i still wish i could go back to that. perhaps i will. perhaps i wont.#but i want to let that wish go away. and. i guess. start a new chapter.#reinvent my relationship with art.#its going to be bad. its going to be messy. its going to hurt your eyes. and its going to be fun.#WOW okay that was an essay. thank you for reading.#im gonna go eat something and. actually get back to drawing. hehe
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And now, time for some oc writing!! Specifically, a self-contained piece for my SwSh oc Rex. I think of this as a sort of brief, non-chronological "timeline" piece for him, showing out-of-context snapshots to sort of give a sense of his main drive in the Legendkeepers story. Hopefully you'll all enjoy, this is my first time doing a format like this but I hope it isn't too confusing!
Context: Rex is my oc who follows the Shield storyline, becoming a champion of Galar and exploring the story and events in the Crown Tundra afterwards. His best friend, Ritsu, is a "Faller" who went missing when they were children, and never came back. This follows Rex and how he handles this disappearance as he gets older.
•••
Rex was eleven years old when he first heard the news that his best friend was reported missing. He was worried, of course. He loved his friend dearly. But, in the way you do when you're eleven, he also felt a sureness of how the world worked in a way that didn't always turn out the way it by all rights should have.
"Yeah, mum and dad have been losing their minds over it. You'd think the world was ending over here, never mind how Ritsu’s parents have been handling things," Rex said rather blithely to Hop, his neighbor and longtime friend. Ritsu's longtime friend. Hop, perched on the stone wall next to Rex, tilted his head at him, confused.
"They said Ritsu's gone though, right? That sounds awful serious to me," he countered, concern lacing his expression. Hop, by this point, had gathered the nature of the situation well before Rex did. Rex shrugged, swinging his feet aimlessly, heels battering the old stone wall beneath him.
"I dunno. I mean, it can't be that bad. His parents are always making a fuss if Ritsu misses so much as snack time, and you know he's aces at building super secret bases. He prolly just made a new one and didn't tell them," Rex explained, hopping off the wall with a muted 'oof'.
"Hey, maybe next time we go visit, we should ask him if we can sleep over in it! I bet it's so cool no one would ever wanna leave, and that's why no one's seen him yet!" He added excitedly. Hop nodded, eyes brightening, the enthusiasm infectious.
"Yeah, that'd be awesome!"
•••
Rex was ten years old when his parents were ready to let him take on his first Pokemon. Rex had been eagerly waiting for the day. Bursting with excitement when they told him the good news. But he asked, as politely as he'd ever asked anything, that he wait a year before getting one.
"Rex, dear, this is all you've ever talked about for so long! I don't mind, but why the change of heart?" His mother inquired, surprised.
"I was thinking I want to wait until Ritsu can get his, so we can get ours together and they can be bestest buds just like we are!" Rex beamed. His parents exchanged fond, if somewhat anxious glances.
"I don't have a problem with it," his dad chimed in.
"But... Ritsu may not even want a pokemon. You know how he gets around them," he added carefully, watching his son for his response. Rex, unphased, shook his head.
"It'll be fine! He'd feel loads better if he had one looking out for him, I know he would! And so'd his parents! I bet if they quit nagging him so much they'd all learn pokemon can be really cool too!"
"Rex! That's no way to speak about them!" His mother scolded him with a huff. Rex merely gave a cheeky shrug.
"It's true though!"
•••
Rex was fifteen years old when he decided to take on the gym challenge. His parents protested his decision, but he didn't care. He was tired of them getting on his case all the time anymore. Always the same thing, nag nag nag. Ever since Ritsu had disappeared, both his mum and dad had gone insane about keeping track of Rex, holding him accountable at all times. Rex was fed up with it.
"Ready to go, Miki?" He whispered to his Charmander, sitting on the bedroom sill next to him. Miki wagged her tail, the embers flickering in a mesmerizing fashion in the early dawn light.
"Char!" She squeaked eagerly. Rex shushed her, brushing a fingertip down her nose gently as a tactile reminder. He grinned down at the charmander in her little red bow.
"Alright. Let's go then, before we wake mum and dad," he murmured, gesturing with a free arm. Miki took the cue, hopping onto his shoulders, clinging for all she was worth. Rex took a final look down the wall, and - judging it clear - hauled himself down the side, keeping a solid hold on the windowsill now above him. He felt around for good footholds, inching his way down. Normally he'd have no qualms about just dropping right down into the bush below, full force. But he had to be quiet.
Miki whimpered slightly as Rex slid a little, missing what he thought had been a good ledge. She clung tighter as he fumbled around, adjusting his handholds once he felt his legs were stable. Rex took another look down. Should be good enough, right?
"Hold on, Miki," he whispered, and with a push he launched himself off the wall, landing on his feet below just in front of the bush. The momentum carried him into a kneel, and he rammed his knees down into the grass with a pained grunt. Oh, he'd be feeling that one later. But that was later, and this was now. And right now, he had to go meet with Hop.
"Whew.... Alright," Rex muttered to himself, shaking off the lingering pain from his graceless landing.
"Let's go!"
It would be several hours before his parents discovered what happened. Rex would be long gone for Wedgehurst by then, and fresh off of what would be his first of many legendary encounters.
•••
Rex was sixteen years old as he stared down death for the first real time. As he placed himself between Leon and Hop, the latter crying for the former to wake up, pull himself together, Death stared down at the scene before it with a blank apathy. Rex glowered up at the unfeeling hand just waiting to scoop them all up within its chilling grasp. He didn't care what it thought it was, it was out of line!
The creature - Eternatus, presumably - thundered a hollow, alien cry, and Rex readied his pokeballs. It'd have to kill him and his team before it could get to Hop and Leon.
•••
Rex was still sixteen years old as he tackled the chairman to the floor of the power plant. He'd never cared much for the man and his glib manner of speaking, but it had never been personal. Before now, that is.
Now? He wanted nothing more dearly than to make the older man pay for what he did. For endangering his pokemon. For endangering Leon. For endangering Hop, and nearly putting him through another loss. For nearly putting Rex through another loss.
Well. Rex almost wanted nothing more dearly than to make the older man pay.
Rex was sixteen years old as the other adults hauled him off of the beaten and battered chairman, voices blending together into a thick stew of concern and shock, worry and admonishment.
Rex was sixteen years old as he was escorted from the Hammerlocke gym, into a throng of cameras and microphones pushing and shoving greedily towards him, ready to feed.
Rex was sixteen years old as articles scrutinizing him flew off the press and as news reporters used his name as they would that of a storm in the daily weather report.
Rex was sixteen years old, a hero of Galar. A public figure.
Rex was sixteen years old when he became the Champion.
Rex was sixteen years old.
•••
Rex was twelve years old, nearly thirteen, when he attended his best friend's funeral. He didn't understand why. Ritsu was still missing. Not dead.
According to the adults, it was because there were no leads, no sign of Ritsu anywhere at any point, and so they had to assume the worst. Well, then the adults hadn't looked hard enough! That wasn't Ritsu's fault if they were bollocks at searches. They shouldn't have been giving up on him just for that.
Rex stood amid a mass of black, holding his baby charmander close to his chest. That shouldn't be out, someone had scolded, put it back in its pokeball.
No, Rex had said, standing firm. Miki has just as much right to be here as anyone. She wasn't hurting anything.
The adults continued to shoot him looks for the orange bundle in his black-clad arms. He let them.
Miki had been there for him through all of this. She didn't deserve to be cooped up in some ball just because the others thought she was lesser.
At least Hop understood. Over half of the times that Rex had looked up to see a disapproving glare sent his way, he also saw Hop giving them a hard stare of his own, inching himself in the middle of the line of sight. Rex would give an appreciative smile and Hop would hit him with a small grin of his own.
"You don't have to handle this alone", it seemed to say.
•••
Rex was sixteen years old as he stood next to his best friend Hop, in the midst of a panicked evacuation from the Darkest Day heralding the end of the world.
“Aaaagh, shit. How are we going to find Leon in this mess?” Hop bounced on the balls of his feet anxiously, trying to crane his neck to see past the people flooding out of the building.
“Stay calm. If there’s one thing I’ve learned researching about Ritsu, it’s-”
“Oh, drop it about Ritsu for one damned second!” Hop swore. Rex faltered, startled. Around them, alarms blared and a cacophony of voices swarmed in all directions around them.
Rex stared back at Hop, brows furrowed in a question he was too speechless to ask. Hop waved his arm in a sweeping motion towards everything.
“Now’s not the time! Just look at this! We have to focus on the now, on saving my brother!”
Rex found himself protesting without fully meaning to.
“Well, yeah, obviously. I wasn’t saying otherwise. I was jus-”
“No, I know! But it’s not the same! It’s not! The same!” Hop interrupted, voice raising.
“My bro’s still alive! Ritsu’s dead! He’s been dead, and I’ve let it go all this time that you keep blithering on about bringing him back or whatever, but now’s not the time!”
Rex fell still. Hop glared him down for a moment before it was clear no one was going to make a move otherwise.
“Ugh, screw this! I’m going to go find Leon! Or the chairman. Or. Something!” Hop scoffed, whirling on his heel and running off into the amorphous cloud of people.
Rex hesitated.
He had to go help too.
His feet felt welded to the floor.
Rex was sixteen years old as he stood, lost and alone in a crowd of people fleeing the end of the world.
•••
Rex was sixteen, going on seventeen years old, as the wind blustered around him, stealing his heat from his bones. He paid it little mind, all attention trained on the pokemon before him, its absurdly large head bobbing around in front of him. Chief Peony likewise bobbed in the air, suspended with telekinesis Rex had wagered, expression almost peaceful as words were spoken through him.
"I am Calyrex. I am the one known as the King of Bountiful Harvests. I have borrowed this man's body in order to thank you in person...so to speak."
The wind was surely stealing Peony's heat away. He hoped the chief could hold out a little longer.
•••
“Hold out just a little bit longer, Ritsu.”
Rex was eleven years old, nearly twelve, as he muttered this into his palm. He sat sullenly in his room, staring out the window, grounded for the third time that month for trying to take a train - and then ultimately, a plane - to Hoenn all by himself.
He was tired of waiting for the adults to get off their arses and find his friend! It was obvious he needed to take matters into his own hands! Not that his parents listened to a word he’d say. What would they know?
Dejectedly, he flipped through the pages of a worn comic book issue with one hand, disinterested in the panels and words he’d read over a dozen times by now. Only one speech bubble happened to catch his eye by chance as the pages scattered past, a shout bubble belonging to a desperate hero.
“Hold out a little bit longer.”
It was a phrase used often enough, especially in his favorite comics. Seriously enough. Ritsu was fine, Rex knew he was. But it felt appropriate, somehow, to apply it to the situation.
Hold out a little bit longer.
Rex was eleven years old, nearly twelve, when a knock on the door distracted him from a troubling line of thinking.
•••
“Hold on there, Rex,” Rex’s mum had laughed gaily, keying the number into the rotom phone. Rex, twelve years old, sat shoulder to shoulder with Hop, bouncing his knee in impatience as the egg before him glowed gently.
“But dad’s going to miss it!” Rex whined.
“He’ll still get to meet the baby pokemon that’s come out of it,” Leon reassured over the speaker. Rex had insisted everyone be present, even if it meant Hop called his brother while Rex’s mum tried - and failed - to reach his dad.
“It’s supposed to be a charmander, right?” Hop asked his brother.
“Could be.”
Rex startled from his pout, and his head whipped to the phone in Hop’s lap.
“You said it was an egg from your charizard, guaranteed!”
“I mean, who can really tell with eggs?” Leon laughed. Rex had just about wound up a retort when a telltale crack sound snapped in front of him. All eyes trained on the source.
The egg was hatching.
Everyone watched, spellbound, as the egg broke open in a blaze of light. A little orange lizard sprawled out from the broken shell, stretching with a tiny squeak of effort, before large aquamarine eyes turned up curiously towards Rex.
“Hullo there,” Rex whispered, leaning closer to the tiny charmander.
“Want to be my friend?”
•••
Rex was twenty five years old as he stood, uncertainly, in Eterna forest, an aged flute clutched in both hands. Beside him, Miki, his charizard and most faithful companion, leaned down to huff at the instrument. Rex chuckled, and stroked at her muzzle soothingly.
“Yeah, I hear ya. ‘S now or never, huh?”
At his other side, Calyrex nodded sagely.
“It’s time, Rex,” they confirmed. Rex took a deep breath in. And out. Then, holding the time flute up to his lips, he began to play.
The trio heard a noise akin to if glitter were a sound, and a delighted laugh chimed across the forest. Rex opened his eyes to see Celebi, hovering in front of him expectantly.
“Calyrex?” Rex prompted, still nervous. Calyrex nodded.
“Celebi is ready,” they affirmed. Rex nodded, a smile starting to spread across his lips as it sank in.
He’d done it.
He’d finally be bringing Ritsu home.
Rex was twenty-five years old as he looked Celebi in the eye and said,
“Let’s do it, then. Take me back to Hisui.”
#i have so many 'author notes' if anyone's curious check end of tags snfjsjckscj#trainer oc#swsh oc#pokemon swsh#fanfic#fanfiction#legendkeepers#rex#ritsu#trainer hop#champion leon#sorry they get speaking lines so they're getting tagged jafjsivjsfsicksjc#calyrex#se7enfic#eternatus#miki#charizard#darkest day#sword and shield#ok so author notes!#-ive been working on this since 2022. ive finished other rex pieces since but I held back bc I wanted this 'intro piece' done first#so look forward to that#-because of how long ive sat on it it's not v well researched and only sorta padded/edited. sorry i just wanted it Out There djfjdjvj#-i'll gladly take cultural/linguistic feedback on the accents and slang bc my only context is bbc shows lmfao#-not explicitly explained but leon and hop are more like family to rex since he grew up as neighbors instead of moving in#so how they bounce off of him is a little closer as a result eg leon gifting a charmander from the getgo#-I also think of ritsu's disappearance as affecting how hop develops as a character so if he seems ooc it may be that#and NOT just poor character writing. ritsu was his best friend too and at 11years old that's gonna impact him some#ok I think that's all of the author's notes if you read this then platonically ily and am gifting you cookies of choice
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Sometimes I really hate English exams because I find it so hard to put my thoughts and feelings into words like I have these great ideas and i understand but I can’t relay them and it makes me angry or upset which only makes it harder to do the exam cause I’m not thinking clearly
#I have one tomorrow#for like two and a half hours give or take#can’t wait!#I also missed the classes where they taught us one of the poems and also how to answer questions correctly#so I’m having to reteach that to myself during some personal issues#oh and also I have TWO WEEKS OF EXAMS#OUT OF NO WHERE#I’m failing science im well on my way to failing maths#I have to do further maths because my parents and teacher won’t let me move down to a more comfortable set because ‘I can do it’#even though I find it hard to even show up to maths class these days#if I moved down I’d be sat with my friends and a teacher I know and trust#and the work would be less stressful#I’d still be able to do higher!!!#I just wouldn’t have to do further maths!’#now I’m on study leave meaning I have to monitor my own study#through all of this shit#mind you we haven’t studied ANYTHING for my dt exam because we’ve been focussed on coursework#so I have to reteach all of that to myself instead#I’m gonna give up one of these days#also Christmas is gonna be shit this year for reasons#and I won’t be able to catch a fucking break until like halfway through January maybe#even then I’m just closer to my real exams#and that’s worse#I swear to fucking god I’m moving down in maths if it kills me#I’m just done#I’m so done#I can’t go five seconds without crying#I miss my friends#I miss normal#reached the tag limit woah I didn’t know that existed
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baking never feels more like science to me than when i'm trying to cobble together an intricate multi step recipe together from several different recipes and tutorials online because the recipe I'm imagining doesn't exist....
#genuinely feels like a science experiment making something fancier than a frosted layer cake#have to do all kinds of volume and weight conversions because one recipe is japanese and the other is indian and the other is english lmfao#none of the recipes are probably the exact volume I need so i might have to make some minis with my extra stuff#i have to find a very precise sheet pan size tomorrow for the patterned cake i'm gonna use as the outer bit#otherwise i'll have to make my own from parchment paper??? or tin foil??? man idk.....#i had to write out all of my instructions and ingredient lists so i don't have to go between 6 different websites tomorrow/sat#i had to do research on fucking. gelatine 😭because it's impossible to find gelatine sheets here and they're used in EVERY mousse recipe#and there's apparently a huge debate on what the ACTUAL conversion of sheet gelatine to powdered gelatine is for baking#I also had to type up like an exact order to make each component because most need a significant amount of cooling time#grayson im gonna try my hardest to make you this fancy ass lemon cake and i pray i succeed this time where i failed on my own birthday#2 yrs ago but also i think this will go better bc i'm not doing a jelly insert or a candied mirror glaze#I'm also making my own candied lemons and lemon curd even though i don't have to#mostly because i wanna try doing it and the sheer power of getting to say i made the whole thing from scratch *#minus the actual cake mix because i don't have a good from scratch cake track record and box mixes are so so reliable#and i have too many moving parts to worry about finding a new cake recipe#every fucking cake recipe now is a fucking genoise sponge for SOME REASON#which is NOTORIOUSLY DIFFICULT AND A HUGE PAIN IN THE ASS BECAUSE IT USES NO RISING AGENTS#i want to throttle whoever it was that made online recipe people turn to only using variations of a genoise sponge for their cake recipes#honestly i need to maybe join the baking subreddit and ask for some good old baking/cookbooks with reliable baking recipes#ones that aren't crazy labor intensive for fucks sake i'm not a french patisserie#my stuff#it would be cool to one day have baked enough and have enough know how of how standard baking recipe components work#so i can just come up with my own recipes on my own#and just use whatever flavors i want#i feel like i would enjoy being a baker except if i had to make wedding cakes
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Watching the fellas play ISAT and split the room between zoning out through dialogue or seeing all of it... It really does make me feel like Loop watching two different Siffrins go at it
#nidboring#felt kinda bad we went through so much dialogue so gonna have a longer session soon to power through kingquest#i hope we can knock it out in one go because we've sat in act 3 for a hot minute#and i can feel the fellas ready for the game to move on
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i am feeling so fucking good actually
#i got a job and i like the guy im working for and i like the work im doing and By God i like the pay.#i ate 3 good meals today . and cleaned my kitchen#my disposal had been clogged for a few days but i think the accumulated food mush softened the hard rice that was clogging it#it's my 3rd day of tolerance break#and i am going to be honest this is the longest ive gone without smoking for a good bit . gonna hold out til sat night i think#i got so so so so muddy at work but i showered and now i am so so clean And in a cozy sweater#called a sweetie . feeling seen and loved and also Tired from a reasonable amount of good hard labor#moving my body and making things with my hands makes me feel like such a person ...#n
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#im to embarassed to talk abt him but omg im gonna EXPLODE#cutest boy EVER in the world EVER EVER EVER#his cute glasses and his pretty eyes and his smile lines and crows feet and the way the hairs at the front curl into a heart shape#the way he sits and the way he stands and the way he talks to his family and the way the big t shirts he wears sits on his waistband and#hes insecure about his body and his acne but hes literally so gorgeous I have no idea why he is#goddddd cutest boy in the worldddd i like him so much it makes me feel sick#at prom (26th june) he tied some loose fabric around my wrist and its still there now#his jeans i see him wear all the time cus theyre his favourite like he has favourite jeans im àaaaaaaaaaa#the way he throws his head back when he laughs and the specific “ha-HAA” laugh he does when he isnt expecting it#his stupid chai latte that he really likes#how he always has to say goodnight 3 times before he stops talking#how he uses the purple heart emoji rather than the regular ones#i had a dream once that we were laying in my bed when everyone was asleep just whispering and giggling and he left in a hurry back to-#wherever he was staying and we were laughing and when the door clicked behind him i just felt so light#UGH HES SO CUTE#his big dramatic expressions and how everything becomes a story#the stupid facial expression he pulls where his tongue goes out and hos eye brows arch when he makes any kind of dance move#the way he giggles when hes about to make a joke#(richie tozier voice) CUTE CUTE CUTE#omg his VOICE. oh my god. oh my god. oh my god man. oh god. help me. god be with me. please.#hes playing troy bolton rn so he keeps singing HSM and im just AAAAAAA I CANT. I CANTICANTICANT#the way his instinct is to grab my wrist/lower arm/hand whenever anything happens#OAIAHAUAGAH GUYS. GUYS I WILL NOT SURVIVEEEEE#his eyes are like. slanted? idk how to describe it but theyre lower on the outside and theyre soooooo gorgeous#ughhh both his eyes and hair are like so-dark brown theyre nearly black and its so fucking pretty i cant do this#at prom i had to lean in to talk to him & vice versa and at some point we were sat towards eachother with his legs kinda like barricading-#mine yk. ugh. he was so sweet and so cute the whole time. like helping me walk in the heels and opening doors for me and following me around#UGHHHH I CANT. GUYS. HELP.#☕#beverly says stuff
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why did i suddenly start crying to pink pony club. its 11am. its a monday. we can't start the week like this.
#it wasnt necessarily a bad cry. i guess it was cathartic. but im just sat like ???? what???????#something something mother never approved of my actions or supported the things that made me happy#and now i'm out of the old house and away from haunting memories i finally can move on and be happy?#maybe the pink pony club was the tiny flat in a different part of the city that holds no memories and has the capacity#for something new. something with joy. maybe that was the pink pony club all along. and my god i'm gonna keep dancing at it.
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0 days since bringing myself to tears writing something for Overmorrow
#roadie rambles#(a LOT. the brainrot is winning today)#overmorrow tfs#project E#oh you beast of a project you. already causing me pain this early on…#sat down and hashed out a bunch of dialogue without really planning to today#since I write out of order I don’t always know what I’m gonna end up working on/having inspiration for#so I just let my head go at it#and whaddya know. it was one of the emotional scenes#I worked on some other parts too but this was a /very/ important scene so it was nice to get some of it down#so anyway I cried 💅 again 💅 which is really great bc I was so immersed I didn’t even realize how emotional it made me#(having the playlist on Did Not help)#I think this is the kinda story that needs to move me first before I can even think of showing it to anyone else#and by that I mean I need to pretend I didn’t write it and see if I’m able to feel the weight of it still#as long as it’s making me feel deeply and making me /think/ that’s my indicator that I’m on the right path#…then again. it doesn’t take much to make me feel and think so we’ll see if this idea of mine holds any merit 😅#did I mention that I. still don’t quite know what I’m doing#I’ve only got the pieces of this puzzle…but each day the picture becomes a lil clearer#okay that’s it for my word vomit; writing tumblr tags is so cathartic#thanks for reading! 🫶#overmorrow misc
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