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brainworms-all-night-long · 23 days ago

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Oooough so um. You know the "Eggman finds and raises tails instead of Sonic" AUs and how that usually fucks up the little guy in a special way? Haha so I had an idea like that but with Nine

(Bear with me this is like half the shit my brain came up with on a 30 min car ride there's already so much abt this in my head help)

So a scrawny kit without a Denizen number was detained in Dr.Babble's district due to repeated offenses of wandering off the path and also under the suspicion of stealing and repurposing council robot parts (all strictly prohibited)

After some back and forth and confirmation that he has no affiliation with the resistance, or even a family house to be sent back and locked up in, the Council concludes he could be useful to them. The little thing is smart, knows his way around machines (if the reports are to be belived), is quiet and no one would miss him if things went wrong. He was a freak snatched off the street anyway.

Of course, their first thought was to fully robotize him, and have him do some basic maintenance or reconnaissance alongside Rusty, one of their only actual still standing successful robotized projects, but Mr.Dr. objects, saying it would be a waste if they turned him into a mindless drone doing basic work. So they agree (to disagree) to give it some time and let them see what they're working with, it's not like the little guy is expected to be somewhere else.

After a few days of not-so-subtle emotional manipulation and observation of the fox at work, it's concluded (albeit very begrudgingly) that he has the skills and intellect to match and even surpass all five members of the council.

Of course, that's a threat and a very high liability if the the little freak gets any funny ideas, so the council actually has to play smart instead of brute force their way to subjugation like usual.

A deal is proposed.

If the little fox, now their ninth robotization project in wait, agrees to pledge his alliance directly under the thumb of the council and is fine with the loss and metallic replacement of just a few body parts and vital organs, in turn, he doesn't have to mingle with the measly and pathetic citizens bellow ever again, gains full reign over all of the resources available (with strings attached of course) to keep the five men at full power and finally destroy any resistance once and for all.

The kit, now marked 09 (or simply 9 for colloquial convenience) accepts the deal without much hesistation, the loss of his vital organs seemed to spook him the most, but it's not like he cares about anyone in the city, or vice versa. As far as he sees it, losing his biological arms and jaw is hardly a difficult deal for being sound and secure, fed and housed, protected from any and all elements, and left alone for most of his days. He now lives in the walls of the Tyrants' castle yes, but it's not like he has any reason to feel bad or like he betrayed anyone.

Not like he ever knew anything else but cold pavement and eye-blinding xenon in a city where you can only trust yourself. It's either dying under the suffocating regime or taking any chance given to swing above it. He just got lucky, and it was about damn time he did.

The resistance is nothing but a desperate cult of people deluding themselves with unreachable fantasies and sending their followers on suicide missions. The citizens nothing but ants there to keep the machine running and make all the infrastructure around them useful, and 09, finally, stood above both.

#sonic prime #dhdgdhfg so yea yea I had an idea like so way back when #basicaly thinking abt why there isnt any actually threatening robo tails #and its just cuz his strongest suit is his brain that is on par to Eggman's #so it would be realy dumb to enhance it. just to have a super genious robot mechanic rebel and take you over #or of you do just make him a mindless robot executing orders again. his brain is lost. so tehres no point #exept what if #what if it was the body he controled. while his mind was broken and working for him [eggman]#so yea I took that and slapped it onto nine #you know Heimdal deom gow: ragnarok?#yea yea thats basically 09 here exept he thinks too much but lacks perception #if you know you know Ill explain his shitty personality later because Im about to explode #uuguhh I want to weite it all down immiditely but thers stoo muchh #miles nine prower #nine the fox #project 09 #<- theres a lot to this ong #silly brainworms #sonic au

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sixhours · 6 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags @march-flowerr and @bumblepony! I also got tagged for some last line games by @luxurychristmaspudding and @marceltheshellwithflipflopson so I'm merging them and you get a big 'ol WIP.

Feeling a lil shy about sharing this story because it’s a bit outside my comfort zone, but I like where it’s going so far.

Tagging @frannyzooey @goodwithcheese @marceltheshellwithflipflopson @luxurychristmaspudding @sawymredfox and anyone else who wants to play, as always. <3

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When Joel was 17, he kissed a boy for the first time.

His name was Kenny Farmington, and they were both a little drunk on cheap beer and a nice Texas night and the special high that comes from being not quite a man and not quite a boy, stuck in that in-between time when it felt like anything was possible. Joel had a truck and a part-time job at Regis Construction and his whole life spread out before him like an open road.

It was a nice enough kiss. But when Joel opened his eyes after their lips parted and saw fear rather than lust in his friend’s eyes, he knew it ended there. Everyone knew Kenny’s dad was a raging homophobe who would “whoop his ass” if he thought his son might be “one of them dirty fuckin’ faggots”.

Joel wasn’t convinced his own father wouldn’t have had something to say about it had he known.

And, oh well. Joel liked girls, too. He liked them enough to bring Eileen Folsom home and make out with her in the basement rec room at her parents’ house until his cock was weeping and his balls were blue. He liked them well enough to get to third base with Cindy Sherwood in the back of his truck. He liked girls plenty.

It was the eighties, anyway. AIDS was spreading like wildfire, and small-town Texas was hardly the place to go looking for action if you weren’t straight as a goddamn arrow.

Four years later, Joel liked one particular girl enough to knock her up, and then he didn’t have much time to consider whether he’d want to kiss another boy, because he was going to be a father.

And then there was Sarah. And a divorce. And his parents died. And Tommy went off to war and came back, and there was overtime and working doubles to keep the roof over their heads and the payment on the truck up, and who the fuck had time to think about boys or girls or anyone in between.

And then there was cordyceps. And his daughter, his baby girl, bleeding out in his arms.

And then Joel didn’t spend much time thinking about what he liked at all. He kept going for the ones who needed him without a thought spared for himself.

And then came Ellie.

Ellie, who patched up his heart and turned his life upside down and made him care about something other than brute survival again. Tore down his walls and broke him open and somehow left him whole.

Whole, and…wanting.

Which is why, forty years after Kenny Farmington, he doesn’t feel bad about imagining another man’s face, or hands, or lips on his body when he strokes himself in the shower. He doesn’t feel ashamed when he gets off to the thought of another man’s mouth on his cock. It’s not the first time he’s been attracted to a man, and it won’t be the last.

No, he feels bad because that man is his daughter’s fucking therapist. That man is someone she needs to trust, someone she raves about over dinner, someone who is, in her words, “so fucking cool”.

And his duty, first and foremost, is to Ellie.

So he tries not to imagine Ezra when his libido comes roaring back to life after years of dormancy, boiling his blood and making him feel half his age.

And he fails, miserably.

#wips #writing #fanfic #the last of us #cw: homophobia

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irregularbillcipher · 1 year ago

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The best example of how Flatland is a piece of fiction where A Square, the author, literally does not know what the hell he's talking about half the time is all the stuff about the Universal Color Bill, because as it is presented the segment on the Color Bill is one of the most biased and propaganda filled things I've ever seen spouted from a narrator who claims he Knows What's Up with the world he lives in.

Like ooooh, gee, so the only reason the Universal Color Bill got so widespread was because a Mean Traitorous Circle with an Irregularity that he should have been killed for but wasn't due to Circumstances that nobody actually knows or remembers (but in A's opinion was definitely pity because we all know how CHARITABLE the Circles are) came up with it, and used his tricky cunning Irregularity mind powers to make the Bill so foolproof and amazing that if it had gone through it would have toppled all of society and allowed all the icky women and disableds and lower classes to have something close to equal rights.

(And it had to have been an Irregular Circle because yes the Irregular Circle is also icky and cunning but at least he's a Circle and any Isosceles would have simply been too brain dead to have come up with such an evil cunning Bill and THIS is why eugenics are good, so those mean old disabled people that we allow to live don't stab us in the back for our charity.)

And wow, you're really telling me that right when the more upper-class women of Flatland, those who care about their standing and who are most supportive of eugenics because of the privilege they're afforded by their marriages and lineages, started to agree that this society-destroying Color Bill was a good idea, (because it would actually give them a bit of respect, authority and safety if they were regarded as being as precious as their husbands,) the Circles just happened to hear about this poor orphaned daughter of a Polygon who was accosted by a very very real and scary and uncouth lower class Shape and tricked so thoroughly into believing he was a higher class Shape by employing the very evil colors that these poor Lines were starting to come around to?

(Not to mention that even in the story itself the Isosceles is framed as both a vile, duplicitous mastermind tricking a poor innocent upper-class girl into marrying him, but also an idiot who "accidentally" dabbled in paints from a Tradesman he'd definitely just robbed, and either painted himself or coincidentally "caused himself to be painted" with the exact same color pattern as a Dodecagon. Because for this story to work, he has to be an absolute monstrous brute, an Isosceles of the "low sort" with hardly any brains, while also being cunning, clever and cruel enough to pull off a marriage ruse and take advantage of a poor orphaned maiden. Stupid enough to be looked down upon but smart enough to come up with this plan like the perfect boogeyman.)

And man, it sure is unfortunate that this marriage, which A Square admits only happened because of a wild amount of near impossible accidents and an "almost inconceivable" lack of research on the part of the bride's remaining family, in a society where lineage is checked thoroughly before marriage, just happened to be consummated despite all the odds being stacked against it. Did he pretend to be a member of a high ranking family? Did he make up a name and family history? If nobody can decide if he even painted himself on purpose, I doubt him creating a whole persona convincing enough to fool the daughter of a Polygon and any family members would be part of the story... that would frame him as far too intelligent for an Isosceles with a brain of four degrees, and we can't have anyone thinking that sort is intelligent.

So then are we to believe that the daughter and her remaining family were stupid enough to just accept a supposed Dodecagon with no family ties or history? That seems unlikely. With no family history, his sides may not even matter-- maybe he has an Irregularity in his line. Maybe he was disowned for failing his Sight Recognition exam. No respectable girl in her right mind would marry a Dodecagon with no family history! And it's so, so convenient that this woman, who already knew this Isosceles, because he had already tried to court her in the past, never recognized him once throughout their new courtship, until the marriage was consummated.

And it's so convenient for the Circles that her reaction upon discovering what was very clearly a near astronomical feat of deception was to kill herself, in a society where we already know the Circles are really cool with killing its citizens if it helps to maintain the status quo. But there really isn't anything suspicious about that, of course, because the only way that a daughter of a Polygon would ever wed a lowly Isosceles is if she were tricked into it, even if the process of being tricked was so lengthy and complex that it would be near impossible for anyone to pull off without either the bride or the bride's family being in on the deception, and the only reaction any decent girl would have upon realizing she'd been tricked would be suicide.

And the fact that she was orphaned and this man apparently tried to court her in "former days." So how former? And who was the one rejecting the marriages? How did she feel about this attempted courtship in "former days?" As a daughter of a Polygon, she surely had no say in who she married, so her opinions on this man are completely up in the air, and the idea that she would at no point during this new proposal, recognize this man who had tried to seek her affections before is... implausible, I would say. What the Circles would want you to think, of course, is that the Isosceles tried again once she was orphaned because she was vulnerable then. That's possible, of course, but got necessarily the given that it would seem like.

But the idea that a Line and an Isosceles may have come up with a plot using color to be allowed to be married despite their class differences is Absurd, of course! They're too stupid for that! And that the Circles may have picked up on what had happened and taken the woman out of the picture and then twisted the story to suit their needs is preposterous, of course, just ignore how often they twist history and kill citizens to keep the status quo. The fact that this specific version of the story is the exact type of thing that would tug at the heartstrings of upper-class women who love eugenics and classism and their own nebulous purity more than they actually love themselves, enough to literally militarize a great number of the more reactionary ladies? A coincidence, I'm sure, but one that was oh so good for crushing the Color Bill and using those scared, privileged women to help murder Chromatistes and the rest of the rebels in a political set up.

... And of course, all those holes in the story, all that propaganda even assumes it was a real story to begin with. Because it very well may be completely fabricated.

Before telling the story, A Square straight up admits that this is the perfect type of story for someone in power to make up to scare a portion of the populace, but he absolutely refuses to actually, legitimately entertain the prospect. Instead, he just barrels ahead and tells the story of the Evil, Cunning Irregular Circle, and the Poor Orphaned Polygonal Maiden and the Brutish, Tricky Isosceles and how that Completely True and Real Tragic occurrence definitely, positively happened, and also definitely happened exactly the way all the Circles said it did. The fact that this is all completely absurd and reads like literal propaganda and was literally used as propaganda to scare upper-class women into falling back in line does not matter to A, because this was the story he was told and he Understands The World He Lives In, and the Circles are always right except for the whole Third Dimension thing.

TL;DR: A Square is a stoodge who will fall for anything the Circles tell him, no matter how absurd, and every single thing he says that is not him literally laying out laws should be taken with ten bowls of salt, because he has no critical thinking skills.

#flatland #flatland: a romance of many dimensions #edwin abbott abbott #a square will be like i am so aware of the fact that the circles have lied to me i am so smart and then spout more propaganda #it would be funny if it didn't make me wanna punt him #this is a long ass post but the color bill section makes me foam at the mouth #also there is a reason that i had bill and kryptos first connect over hearing this story and going “... what?” in my fic #because it's absolutely insane and so clearly not what Actually Happened and it drives me wild that nobody talks about it #like even if we wanna be super charitable and say like say... idk... 75% of it happened the way the circles said #that 25% still leaves some INSANE gaps and is too perfect for scaring upperclass lines

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who-dat-homeless · 1 year ago

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people keep saying like "oh it would be sad if azicrow becomes human in the finally :( " or "oh it'd be sad if crowley rejects aziraphale" or " oh it'd be sad if they wipe aziraphale's memories and he forgets crowley"

And I can't fucking relate because looking at the story we've got so far I SEE ABSOLUTELY NO EVIDENCE THAT ANY OF THIS COULD HAPPEN EVEN THEORETICALLY.

oh they'd become humans -- thematically they are already humans. At the end of the season one crowley says that hell and heaven would start a war against humans and now both crowley and aziraphale are not demon and not angel but something grey, something in the middle, something that actually can decide their action and their future (which ahem ahem is how humans described by the aziraphale) there's absolutely no need to make them human's thematically because they're already are. The only reason I can think of for making them humans is to get a bittersweet emotion from the audience, BUT IT'S FOCKEN CHEAP and I really can not see Neil Gaiman going for this. The man is mad genius of tragedy and bittersweetness and he is because this tragedy always has a reason/theme.

oh crowley would reject aziraphale -- BABE HAVE YOU WATHCED THE SHOW??????? CROWLEY BREAKS UP WITH AZIRAPHALE EACH FIVE MINUTES FR FR AND THE NEXT SCENE IS HER STANDING ON HER KNEES WET SAD AND MISERABLE BEGGING AZIRAPHALE TO COME BACK. REALLY. For fuck's sake Crowley is the sensible little kitten that lingers to the stranger's pants leg hoping they will get at least a little bit of sympathy. He's optimistic at it's core. But also he's so FUCKING lonely.

DID YOU ALL COLLECTIVELY FORGOT THIS SCENE??? "I'm a demon I lied" -- AND THIS IS THE CONFESSION OF HER FEELING THE WORST, FEELING ABANDONED AND LONELY AND MISERABLE.

She literally drove Bentley slower TO GIVE AZIRAPHALE A CHANCE TO CATCH HER. Good god.

Yes, of course there'll be conflict and there'll be fights and misunderstanding yada yada yada BUT DEAR GOD the second aziraphale is hurt (even emotionally) crowley is here ready to fight god, satan and whoever there is, and then accept his angel back in a span of a second

AND IT ALSO MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE THEMATICALLY TO GET THEM FALL APART. They're each other's yang!!! bitch!! they're the human's nature dichotomy THEY LITERRALLY CAN NOT BE APART. WRITE THEM APART AND THE WHOLE MESSSAGE OF GOOD OMENS FALLS APART

oh they'll wipe aziraphale's memories -- let's start with that they couldn't even wipe off Gabriel's memories (he and beelzebup did, putting it into the fly, Metatron did not do it)

and now, aziraphale first -- knowing what to expect from heaven, second -- specifically going there to fix it and stop second coming HE WILL BE SO CAUTIOUS that I really can't see how the wiping can even occur

"oh the angels would catch him and torture and.." no. I mean I think they're capable but like. They're an extremely ass licking office workers, who prides their reputation and stupid brute force is not their style. Yes they kidnaped aziraphale(crowley) once but even that kidnaping was so sanitized and almost non violent that I hardly can imagine them getting into actions. I think that they wouldn't even chase aziraohale across the heaven because running is heaven is prohibited, so. Unless Aziraphale himself would want to wipe his memories.. I absolutely can't see it happening.

but y'know what is the only thought that does make me sad?

That there's a possibility that Crowley would accept Aziraphale back no questions asked

This is the real shit

Because Crowley already did that in the past. It's in his fucking character. Because he's optimistic, because he's lonely, because he already lost his friend once. Because he has it all, he can go back to hell become a respected demon, take back his cool brutalist flat, he's self-sufficient, he can be all by himself if he really wants but he can never shut this hole of lonliness in himself no matter what he does

In Crowley's eyes Aziraphale makes him complete. It's the lost part of her soul she was looking for so long.

And I so fucking afraid that she will give up her dignity, she'll repress her feelings and needs once again, she'll do the first step ONCE AGAIN, only to shut this ugly feeling deep inside that makes her want to disappear.

AND IT MAKES SENCE because then Aziraphale can see how desperate Crowley and how wrong he was to just pretend that everything is fine between them, and Crowley can be confronted about this really unhealthy behavior and so on and so on

and just the thought that it makes sense and that it's in character MAKES ME SO AFRAID and so sad...

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #anthony j crowley #gomens #go #azicrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #ineffable divorce #good omens 3

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cortlandkaard · 5 months ago

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I really love dark choco…

think about them, perhaps share some headcanons and tell us more about your au version of him

I will be sleeping now so I will read this in the morning

it's about goddamn time i posted this, so

buckle up, you're in for a LONG read.

tl;dr: awkwardness and social anxiety, prince becomes hated child, suicidal heteros and they fix each other, found family and literal family, bad4 jumpscare. i think that's a pretty good summary

when he was young, he was really skittish. he was also MAJORLY clingy towards dark cacao and the (at the time) first watcher of the citadel. until he was around 6, he was attached to his father's cape at almost all times. he hardly spent nights alone due to night terrors. it was unexpected, and dark cacao took it fairly well despite his fear of becoming too soft. inexplicably, though, at around the time choco was due to start his cacaoian warrior training, he just... stopped spending time with his father. not that cacao was showing much affection before, but it completely fizzled out here -- and with it, any chance at a real relationship. there came a time where choco didn't even see cacao as his own father anymore, just another person in the citadel who he had to listen to. he'd end up taking on more chores just to get out of the suffocating citadel.

as a teenager (he was around 17) a girl (spoiler alert, it's ristretto) and a friend were wandering around the kingdom and spotted choco running errands from a distance. said friend had a MAJOR crush on choco but ristretto didn't get it at all. so she was teasing her saying "what if he doesn't wash his feet?" and they were giggling about it freely since he was so far away. ristretto kept going though and said "what if.. he has sour coffee breath???" (this is a very bad thing, mostly prevalent in the cacao kingdom) and the friend fell over in embarrassment. this caught the attention of choco who came over to investigate the issue, but when ristretto noticed he'd approached, she just started asking him a bunch of questions about himself to prove to the friend that he's not all that great.... and it worked, because choco is probably the third most awkward person in the kingdom. he could barely get any words out and ristretto continued to laugh. eventually they do part ways, but the friend did put in the effort to tell choco that ristretto usually isn't so mean...

at the age of 22, he was assigned to train a young cookie with a bright, promising future. caramel arrow was small, sure, but incredibly nimble. and she had passion. though he enjoyed watching her learn and grow, they never really got that close. it was nothing but a student-teacher bond. and, if he was being honest with himself, it broke him to see how much more successful she was compared to him. which hey, can you imagine being a 22 year old feeling inferior to your 7 year old protege? i would feel awful, too.

when it came to the strawberry jam sword, the details are hazy (as in, i don't care so much to think about it), but the basic gist is that he was so dissatisfied with his life (lack of relationships, lack of purpose, etc) that he was willing to do ANYTHING to get away from his predetermined fate. which, yes, it worked, but he didn't know just how badly this course of action would play out.

aside from being a pawn of the darkness, he was... not really a person. from his lack of socialization in his developmental years, he hardly had a personality aside from being stubborn, which made him one of the worst candidates for the job. a good portion of the time, the sjs would take care of this by taking over his mind and fueling his body, usually when he was needed for something. but when he was "off-duty"... he was so physically and mentally drained that he could hardly do a thing aside from basic survival skills. he once was sent on a mission with choco werehound brute, but they got along so well that pomegranate decided to separate them -- and aside from her, he didn't take to any of the cookies of darkness. he was pretty damn lonely. all of those negative factors (abuse from pome, apathy from enchantress, being clowned on by licorice, and pmush having no sense of personal space) really drove him to the edge by the time the canon events we all know and love occur. as in, most of story mode episodes 13 and 14. he is employed by DE to kill his dad, he thinks he really did, he's stricken with guilt and grief, he casts aside the sjs... and his fate is empty.

and he doesn't know what in god's name to do with that.

so, with no hope left, naught for redemption or forgiveness or a life at all, he just kind of. left the citadel. aimless. filled with immense guilt and sorrow and pity, he stood there silently in the snow, remembering everything from before and knowing nothing of the now; so stuck in his own mind (for the first time in about 20 years, it's all there and all his own) that he's frozen in place. quite literally. he would have died that day if not for a little lonely someone, who changed just about as much as him in the time since they met -- and similarly, in all the worst ways. a careful cookie; stealthy, agile as an owl; alert, aware as a vole. a cookie slowly stalking closer and closer, crunching in the snow impossibly loudly into the silent, dead evening. the snowbound prince was still as ever, quite sure this would be his demise. those footsteps became ever closer, ever wary... but contrary to his hopes, a gentle (albeit shaking) hand cleared the snow off of his face. there was a stifled gasp, then it frantically started brushing off his shoulders, his arms, his legs. he was almost frozen to death, but not quite yet. with plenty of heaves of effort this cookie towed him all the way back to her home.

ristretto. a new ristretto, that is -- not the snarky rude girl from all those years ago. one who was geared up to do whatever it took to save the poor stranger she just found standing out in the snow, half-dead. neither of them really had any clue what they were getting into with this, though they'd soon find out.

choco was extremely humble at this point, never asking for anything if he didn't direly need it. he didn't feel like he deserved any kind of mercy from someone who was so kind to him (though, if he knew who she used to be, he might've been more comfortable with her from the getgo). he didn't want to get attached to her, partially from a fear of hurting her, but also from the fact that he wasn't ready for any kind of relationship. he'd never even had friends before, so why now? why, after all the damage he'd caused? they were very distant for a long time, and ristretto was starting to worry that she would never get through to him. he was always sleeping in chairs or on the floor, he never spoke unless spoken to, and oftentimes he would insist on splitting up tasks instead of doing them together. it was almost more lonely to her than living alone was. choco seemed completely oblivious to how much she longed to lean back on him. there came a time, though, where he started to care for her. when she was out late, he was anxious for her safety; when she shared activities with him, he felt appreciated. instead of just doing chores for survival, they were starting to really... live together. asking each other questions, making jokes, sharing meals, and honestly, becoming real people again. they were friends, genuine friends. (one day choco asks ristretto if she's that one girl he met all those years ago who made fun of him. yes, she is.)

then..... ohh....... the yaouriiEEEEWWWWWW i mean. um. well if you saw in the tl;dr, yeah, a big yucky sappy romance. put two heteros in a house together for months after they've known nothing but anguish, let them help each other forgive themselves, and yknow what? it kind of makes sense.

ignore the narrative gap here, i didn't think too hard about it. anyways, baby kid. her name? bitter mocha. now, these new parents don't actually know how to raise a kid at all, they're just kind of going based off of vibes and choco's experience with caramel arrow (which is NOT the same thing, but at least he has something). it seems to be going pretty well, but they both have one big worry -- how are they going to socialize her? they can't just shelter her forever, we all know how that goes down. but at the same time, how do you get a girl around when her parents are a known traitor, presumed dead, and a known criminal, presumed to still be on the loose? that's a question they'll have to stew on for a while, though they still have time.

after a while of having a child of his own, choco decides that he wants to try and reconnect with his father. those paternal emotions are really starting to kick into full gear, and he's realizing just how horrifying it must have been to be in his father's position. ristretto agrees that it's a sweet idea, but he should be really careful, and have his guard up. so off he goes, making his way to the citadel. he is (intentionally) spotted by a watcher -- this just so happens to be the second watcher. as in, the one he's known since his childhood. they're both a bit shocked to see each other again, and of course, the watcher tries to apprehend choco at first, but they calm down to a conversation eventually. the watcher explains that dark cacao has been spending time in the vanilla kingdom, leaving the citadel in the hands of caramel arrow. needless to say, that was a lot of information to process. he just went back home after this, not knowing how to get to the vanilla kingdom or if it was even plausible. he was determined to try, however.

did you know that if you travel across an entire continent, whether using magic or not, it makes you very easy to track? well, it's true. dark enchantress caught wind of choco still being alive and being on his way to the vanilla kingdom, and dispatched red velvet and two cake hounds to see what was up. the hope was either to 1) prevent dark choco from allying with the ancients if he hadn't already, or 2) strike them down. it wasn't supposed to be the strongest fleet, she more saw this an opportunity to poke at the opposition and remind them that they still have aggressors to worry about. phew, we have the lore set up, now the action. choco gets into the vanilla castle (this is really easy as there are basically no guards whatsoever) and finds dark cacao and pure vanilla. mind you, he has a sword on him, for self-defense. but obviously the ancients are unaware that choco is "reformed", and so they see him as a threat, almost immediately going on the offensive to remove him from the castle. yay, now the family is fighting and they don't want to be. how functional. red velvet catches up to them, still battling but almost getting to the point where they can talk it out... and unleashes absolute chaos on all of them, disregarding anything either party has to say. statues are knocked down, columns are slashed and nearly collapse, and a cake hound is killed in the fray (i could write an entire separate post for this). when red velvet realizes his efforts are futile, he retreats, minimally injured. the same can't be said for choco, who lost his keen sense of battle and was pretty sloppy with defending himself from the onslaught of attacks he just faced. he can't make it home, he can hardly see out of his functioning eye -- he's at the point where all he can do is hope that he can explain his way to getting some medical aid. acceptance or forgiveness felt pretty out the window for him after how badly this encounter went. unless..? at the very least, he was shown an unexpected amount of mercy from his father. whether the old man was convinced into it by pure vanilla or it was from the goodness of his heart, choco never cared to ask; he was too busy being grateful for the help. he attempted to tell what was going on, but it didn't seem like his father wanted anything to do with him -- at least, not yet. pure vanilla, of course, listened for as long as choco needed as they worked on healing and cleaning up the mess they'd all made. their gentle composure and slow, careful movements were a pretty strong contrast to those of his father -- or anyone that he'd met, really, that had more authority than him. it almost made him rethink showing up in the first place, especially as cacao's hand roughly grasped his shoulder to guide him out of the castle, but at the same time he still felt that same remorse from before. he just had some bad luck, and needed to try harder some other time. for the time being, though, he had to go back home and let his wife know that he was okay.

after a few subsequent attempts (none of which went as sour as the first), it seemed like dark cacao was finally ready to welcome his son back in his life -- or, that's how his attitude came across. in reality, he'd been holding off on coming to terms with... everything that had happened in the years since choco was baked. the clingy toddler, the stuffy child, the avoidant teen, the distant adult, and then... everything he missed? was he ready to learn about those fifteen some-odd years between the first and second attempt on his life, and the couple of years afterwards? would he be able admit that fate was his fault, too? it's not like he had a choice. so, they spent some awkward time together (usually supervised by pure vanilla, of course) trying to reconcile. exactly how, they were unsure. and it sucked trying to figure that out. but they did -- by accident, naturally. for context, the vanilla kingdom is now known for having lovely weather, lovely people, and most importantly, lovely safety protocols. it's arguably one of the safest places on earthbread. and when you're traveling about every other week, leaving a kid at home... they're gonna miss you. what better idea than a family trip? sounds great! this would be the first time not only bitter mocha, but ristretto saw the world outside of the cacao kingdom. now, this wasn't exactly planned out, it was spontaneous. so imagine dark cacao's shock when he greets his son as usual, and a whole toddler comes running into the room after him. "oh, yeah, i forgot to mention. this is my kid. and also my wife. oops" HOW DO YOU FORGET THAT()$*#*&

he slowly built up trust with not only his father, but the citadel as a whole. he was encouraged to come back and reacclimate to that kind of life. he got to know all the new halls (built after the east side crumbled), the new workers, and the new queen -- wait, queen? well, technically she isn't really that. caramel arrow, promoted to first watcher, served as guardian pro tempore of the citadel whenever the actual king was out. the actual king, who hardly does anything now -- not only due to his physical absence, but the weakening of his body and mind, both showing signs of the long, stressful life he'd lead. caramel arrow would never stand to replace him, however, refuting his requests for her to become the de facto queen. not that he ever wanted the title in the first place, but dark cacao was becoming more and more eager to drop it. there was really only one other option at this point. it was a pleasant weekend that choco had brought his family to the vanilla kingdom on. he booked their favorite room in the crow’s nest inn, the weather was nothing short of lovely, and his father… seemed to be in a bright mood? in the jovial downtown streets, they come across each other, cacao almost coming off as if he’d been looking for his son on his own accord. that’d be a first. choco’s pulled aside, just for a brief moment, and it’s… it’s awkward again, as always when they’re together. so cacao decides to just get straight to the point. he asks, “how do you feel about being king?” and there’s a veeerry long pause. “to elaborate, caramel arrow won’t agree to be-” but choco interrupts by squealing really loudly (this is not a reaction that was expected from him). he then starts bombarding his elder with questions, like “are you sure i should do that?” “what if i do something stupid?” “wait are you saying i’m moving in??? you want me to move in to the citadel again?? for real???” yes, he’d need some guidance, it wasn’t going to be an immediate thing, but… the offer was up. and the clear answer was yes. so after their stay was up, cacao returned to their home kingdom with the family and started getting choco to work, teaching him all kinds of ins and outs… and eventually leading on to the point that caramel arrow would be his mentor from now on. how the tables turn.i will make a separate document, if i so feel, for the day where he’s actually crowned king. just know that in timeline terms, it’s still before golden cheese was even found and brought to fight in the war. so, approximately 4 years ago, and no less.

after befriending the remaining cookies of darkness again (it’s a long story, i can also make another doc about that), he was asked to join the one, the only -- bad4! and this... really shocked him. he was aware of the band's existence before he left, but didn't expect the others to actually... enjoy it? let alone continue the fad this long after the COD disbanding. they tell him how much they wanted to start it back up, to which he asks, why him? well, there was a simple reason: pmush has been MISSING for, like, weeks. (not that anyone was worried about them. they'll probably turn up again some random day years in the future not even realizing time had passed.) at first, he doesn't seem to fit in, looking more like a filler than an actual member -- clad in black pants and a torn t-shirt, he usually fiddled with a guitar in the back of the stage. slowly, though, he "upgraded" his stage presence to match the appearance of the others. he drafted a few dozen outfits (not many of which were good, he isn't exactly an artist) and eventually came up with a stage name: Jam Red. sadly, everyone already knows him as dark choco, so it doesn't really mean much. above all, though, he's just grateful to hang out with people. friends, even. and, you know, get back into music. (i literally never mentioned this before. but yes. he can play some string instruments. like guitar and ukulele. colleen ballinger apology video when?)

dark enchantress is defeated at some point in this timeline, but it's not really relevant to HIS lore, so i'll probably just talk about it some other time. :)

now, i don't mean to say here that choco and ristretto were getting bored of bitter mocha -- they love her to death and back. but, you know, the citadel sometimes feels too quiet when the only kid around is very well-behaved. mocha didn't exactly have many friends yet, either, despite starting school. they wondered if maybe she should have had a sibling to grow up with. and, you know, it's really never too late to introduce a sibling, right? they did both agree, however, that they did NOT want to raise another baby. it's far too draining. so they asked around. hey, anyone seen a kid wandering around unaccounted for that we can take in? anyone? there's got to be one out there. they eventually get to a small independent establishment that seems to be taking in kids who have nowhere else to go. not everyone there seems to be happy about this, though; as the woman at the front desk runs through who's in their building, she quickly glosses over one resident. "that's our problem child," she explains casually, "usually ends up back here within a week. i wouldn't waste your time." in response to this, as any normal people would, the royals take the warning as a challenge. the adults enter the (shockingly barren) room of this problem child, and are immediately met with a deep, unstifled groan from the lonely bed. with a smile, the receptionist chimes, "milk jelly, why don't you come over and say hi?" their response is to turn over and bury their face further into their pillow. the royals are given details about this unenthused teen, including their avoidant paranoid habits. despite them sounding more like a chore with every new word, choco and ristretto are pretty determined, for whatever reason, to keep this child. apparently, this poor child had a rocky past, and has no interest in forming relationships, especially not with adults. but these parents, in their fervor, decide they would change that.

did it work? well, you could ask milk jelly today, probably. they'd tell you how funny their dad is, how cool their mom is, and how they love their little sister to death. they might even bring up their cool extended family like dark cacao and strawberry crepe. you see them clinging to their family like a baby sloth in public, looking at them with big wet yellow eyes filled with adoration. hell, i could make another biography post about them. it would be GREAT.

...but for now, is it really the end of choco's lore? am i done??!

i mean, there's not much more to say except that he's been building his relationship with his dad, carrow and chip, and even extended parts of cacao’s big family. also that one thing with the crepenstein musical?? (<- i do want to make a doc on that as well). but you'd probably know all of this anyways if you've been looking at my art.

anyhow, at the time i'm publishing this, it's present day. that is, the 13th of july, 1045. i've got nothing more to add right now, even after months of letting this rot in my drafts, so i hope you're all satisfied with this fairly comprehensive biography of golden flower studios's dark choco cookie (and other tangentially related lore)!

and of course, here's a reminder that devsis sucks and i hate them! that's part of why i stole their character. :)

#crk #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #dark choco cookie #ristretto cookie #bitter mocha cookie #milk jelly cookie #kaard throws up into the mic for several hours in a row #yes i will make another lore post for ristretto sometime she's too interesting to ignore #as well as milk jelly #sorry for forgetting about this ask for so long btw >_<#i have experienced so many wars #thank kaspar for reminding me to finish this #kaards docs #kaar kar kar kar

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mrs-luigi-vargas · 6 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

I've been plugging away at the aroace!Mario wip recently; I'm hoping I can get it posted in June, both for my birthday and arospec awareness week, but its still a bit too early to know if I'll make it, haha. I have a lot of the fic written already thanks to that burst of inspiration I'd had last fall; I just need to fill in a few more scenes and then do a crapton of editing. This fic's style got a bit experimental, lmao. And I'm piss awful at writing any romance or romance-adjacent things so that'll be fun for future-me to wrestle with. And also it's clocking in at 9.3k and still climbing 😅

Anyway here's the beginning of the fic because I nailed it pretty much first try and I quite like it!

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Mario couldn't tell you to this day why he’d gone to rescue Princess Peach the first time.

He'd hardly seen as much of a glimpse of her in the first few weeks after he and Luigi moved to the outskirts of Toad Town, busy as they were settling in. Sure, there were photographs of her in various houses they'd done plumbing jobs in, and the far off stained glass of the castle itself, but it hadn’t been until their self-proclaimed best friend Toad (one of dozens, all content to share the same moniker to an extent) had cheerfully cajoled them into attending an upcoming parade in town that he’d gotten to see her in person for the first time.

She’d stood on a parade float, waving to the crowd with a smile, and Mario’s first thought had been that she was more beautiful than those photos could even try to do justice.

Every Toad they'd met spoke of her reverently yet fondly, and over the course of the next few weeks he’d seen her around town now and then. Her kindness was overflowing, filling the hearts of her people and spilling out to touch Mario and Luigi in turn, relative strangers to their town. So the morning they’d woken up and found out she’d been stolen in the night, Mario couldn't help but want to repay this town — his home — by getting her back.

So maybe he could tell you why, after all.

Regardless, he'd had no idea what he’d gotten himself into.

Honestly, a lot of the rescue mission had come down to luck and good timing and the element of surprise. He hardly remembered the back half of it, hopped up on adrenaline and stubborn determination and whatever Mushrooms and power-ups the Toads along the way had chosen to stuff him with. He still had no clue what the deal was with that giant axe Bowser had, or why it was so near the cables to a bridge, but he’d tripped on it anyway and knocked it over, sending both the bridge and the brute dropping into lava. He’d needed a few minutes to catch his breath afterwards; he’d honestly thought he’d never get to see Luigi again after failing that stunt.

With the kidnapper dealt with, all that had been left was to escort the kidnappee home. Finding her cell hadn’t been hard; it was right beyond the room he'd fought Bowser in. She’d looked surprised to see him, he remembered, like she hadn't expected to be rescued at all. That thought had made him sad.

The beginning of the long trek home had been quiet, at first. It was Mario’s first time truly being up close to her since a few days after that parade when she’d come up to him and Luigi while they were having lunch to introduce herself and personally welcome them to the town. (Something that’d had his brother hyperventilating afterwards about chatting with royalty. Mario’s panic had been much further buried by comparison.) But then something had broken the ice; Mario couldn't have told you what it was, only that by the time they stepped into town they had been chatting and laughing like friends. Beyond the royal airs, she was a woman who was surprisingly easy to talk to. Though by the looks of everyone in town afterwards, maybe she wasn't like that for everyone.

And that was when Mario’s problems had started.

#haven't really edited it so mind the tenses ha #but yeah this fic is basically mario dating peach and then he realizes he doesn't like dating #and then he realizes he's aro and then dating -> qpr #and also Luigi is there #and in true me fashion he's the most important character lmao #(tfw when you set out to write a mareach fic but then the brotherly love hijacks the whole thing XP)#anyway i'm crossing my fingers for this to get done on time i'm very excited for it #mlv.txt

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mlmvoreconfessionals · 2 years ago

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Could we get some more Captain America vore with gut crush? Maybe involving him eating Spidey, but either way!

Oh he's a good one for that!

"Yeah, sure kid, I can show you how I keep my body fed," Captain A.merica says casually. That S.pider-Man guy is a walking fanboy, it seems, or at least seriously looks up to the heroes. So when C.ap got cornered by the guy with questions about his diet, he just couldn't pass up the opportunity. Those 'S.pidey senses' don't do much good once the web-slinger's head has been shoved into C.ap's drooling jaws. Lean meat like this is always good for the body, C.ap figures, and he doubts that anyone's going to miss the kid enough to investigate him. S.pider-Man does his best to struggle, but thick gulps slurp the smaller male down with ease, that spandex suit only making it so he slides right down the hatch with no problem. Cap's abs bloat out in front of him as he tanks S.pider-Man. Feisty thing, too, doing his best to squirm around even in the tight confines of the super soldier's gut. C.ap places a hand on the bulge his meal's head makes. He can feel the vibrations of the poor guy talking but nothing's getting through at all. "As you can see, my body needs a pretty steady dose of protein. I've figured out that nothing quite hits the spot like human meat does." S.pider-Man yells something and he can feel the hero's hands pushing out as much as they can against his gut. It doesn't do much. "In fact, my body's gotten so good at it that..." C.ap presses his hand down and flexes his stomach. S.pider-Man lets out a loud scream, followed shortly by several cracks and crunches of his body being eviscerated in seconds. A meaty belch rumbles out of C.ap as he pushes all the air out, along with S.pider-Man's mask, which splats against the wall and sticks there. Already, C.ap's abs are back, as if nothing had ever been inside. He gives his gut a lazily rub as he gurgles and licks his lips. "...all it takes is a single flex to pump a fully-grown man into fuel. Too bad guys can only see it in action once..." He pats his stomach a few times and lets out a content sigh. Tasty kid...maybe he'll snack on a couple more heroes. He's always wanted to try it...

Captain A.merica is hardly the only big eater on the team. If anything, he thinks T.hor and H.ulk might outclass him with the way they eat. He's willing to put it to the test, though. He has the two of them agree to a little game the next time they go out together--see how many civilians they can mulch in an hour. Highest score gets the prize. There was hardly any hesitation from the other two and they went off to eat. C.ap knew how to win this though. H.ulk is a big brute, but he's not subtle, and smaller people are usually able to get around him if needed. Thor has charisma on his side but he's also a show-off that gets easily distracted. C.ap knew that if he was meticulous, he'd win, so he made sure there was a system to it. He used a mall as his personal hunting grounds, slurping down shoppers and workers alike. They'd disappear into his gut, get maybe a second to realize they're fucked, and then his abs flex and they're dead with a belch. With that system in place, C.ap far exceeds what the other two are able to do. H.ulk prowling the streets left a few empty cars around, and the trashed bus gave him a handful of meals, but he only got half of what C.ap was able to. T.hor took on bars and was able to empty a few out, but he took too much time showing off and wasn't able to win. In the end, C.ap came out victorious, his gut demolishing over fifty men in just an hour with barely an inch of pudge to show for it. He got his congratulations from the other two and, of course, the question of what he's won. The easy answer--a couple of massive meals. H.ulk went down first, a sore loser to the end as he tries his best to fight back. He was strong and bulky, but C.ap was able to gulp him down after starting with his fists. He roared a lot once he was tanked and it took C.ap a few tries, but eventually, that massive brute started breaking down with each flex. Thick bones snap and crunch, powerful muscles get mulched down into slop, and H.ulk lets out one last defiant roar before C.ap lets out his own in a massive belch that snuffs out the last of his meal's fight. Through it all, T.hor just watched. He didn't seem too worried about what happened, thinking his godhood would keep him safe from C.ap's gut. So he didn't resist at all when he was greedy slurped down by his teammate and left to stew in what remained of H.ulk. T.hor was right, at first, with C.ap's gut flexing over and over but not doing any damage for a while. But that resistance didn't last when C.ap presses his gut against a wall and flexes with all his might. T.hor let out a cry, followed by a series of crunches as his body is forced to compact. A thick belch escapes C.ap, shaking the building he used to flatten his teammate down to its foundation. He proved himself the superior predator and it felt good. He'll have to find more people to do this with.

"You can't do this to me!" T.ony demands as he tries to thrash around. His hands are stuck in C.ap's gullet, though, and he's only sinking deeper with each gulp. T.ony didn't think they'd lose this badly, but C.ap proved him wrong. Everyone who had tried to fight on his side was sent down the hatch and pulverized by the hero's powerful stomach. T.ony was the only one left, and he was going down, suit and all. C.ap's jaws close over his mask and he's sent down with a final gulp, forcing him to curl up inside the hero's stomach. C.ap belches thickly, patting his gut a few times. Not the tastiest meal he's had, but sometimes that's not the point. "It didn't have to come to this," C.ap says to his stomach. "But you forced my hand. They're all dead because of you...and now, you are, too." His stomach flexes. Metal twists and crunches and he can hear T.ony yelling in his gut. Another flex and it gets more compact, less recognizable as a person. C.ap's stomach was capable of handling anything after all the engineering that was done on him and T.ony is finding that out firsthand as his suit folds and breaks around him. With another flex, T.ony screams as his body starts to fold as well. C.ap takes a deep breath and flexes one last time, the sound of crunching echoing from his stomach. He belches deeply, a dented helmet flying out of his jaws and bouncing along the ground. His stomach is half the size now, no sign of T.ony or his suit visible from the outside. C.ap wipes his mouth and grabs the helmet. A lot of heroes died this day, each one compacted down in his stomach. But hopefully, something like this won't have to happen again. Well...even if it does, his stomach can handle it.

#v.ore #male vore #mlm vore #m/m vore #gay vore #vore prompts #male vore prompts #oral vore #mass vore #digestion #instant digestion #fatal vore #superherovore #captainamericavore #thorvore #spidermanvore #hulkvore #ironmanvore #ask

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quicksilverdrabbles · 2 years ago

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Riften 'Guard': Before I let you into Riften, you need to pay the visitor's tax.

Gaia: Hm? A tax?

Riften 'Guard': For the privilege of entering the city.

Gaia: *looking up at the stone walls of Riften* ... I hardly think Riften is worth a visitor's tax.

Riften 'Guard': Are you insulting my city, lass?

Gaia: I would never, sir. It's just that, of all the cities I have been to, which amounts to a total of four so far, I would say the only one actually worth a tax would be the likes of Whiterun.

Riften 'Guard': Sounds like an insult to me. Either way, no tax, no entry.

Inigo: How exactly did you get into Riften last time, my friend?

Kaidan: She, er.. Found another 'entry point'. Charged through Black Briar Meadery.

Riften 'Guard': You what-

Gaia: I see no issue. I was not trespassing, I visited during their opening hours.

Lucien: And got us banned.

Kaidan: The mead isn't that good anyways.

Gaia: There is no reason for Riften to enforce a tax on its visitors. I am convinced this is what humans call a 'shakedown'.

Riften 'Guard': Call it what you want. Give me the gold or leave.

Gaia: ... No, I don't think I will. Goodbye. *turns and walks away, the others following*

Taliesin: Wow. That was pathetic.

Gaia: I am not skilled in Speechcraft. I am told my voice is very monotonous, so it is hard for me to persuade people.

Kaidan: I've heard you change the pitch of your voice to convey other emotions, though.

Gaia: That is not supposed to happen.

Taliesin: Do you at least have another plan to get in? You said we have business here.

Gaia: ... How fast is your running speed?

Taliesin: ... That depends.

Team Dragonborn: *thrown out of Black Briar Meadery by Indaryn*

Indaryn: AND STAY OUT!

Kaidan: Well that didn't work.

Lucien: Lady Black-Briar is going to have us on her hit list at this point.

Gaia: You said you can run fast.

Taliesin: Not when I'm being chased by Riften guards in an enclosed space!

Inigo: We need another plan. I do not want to give even a rusty Septim to that arrogant gate guard. He did not even smell like a guard.

Lucien: Guards have a smell?

Gaia: Rerouting... The only way I can see forward is to give him the money. None of us passed his Speech check.

Kaidan: Still lost on what that means.

Taliesin: Oh shut up, you tried to scare the rat into submission and made him angry.

Xelzaz: *walking across the Riften docks, writing in a journal, not noticing the team sitting on the floor yet*

Kaidan: At least I didn't scream like a wee lass when a guard grabbed me.

Taliesin: I did NOT scream like a little girl, you brute!

Gaia: Your vocal pitch came very close to that of a child.

Inigo: Indeed. I thought someone had accidentally kidnapped a child.

Lucien: Do you think we could scale the walls without anyone noticing?

Gaia: No. Regular patrols are routed along the top every hour.

Inigo: Damn.

Xelzaz: *trips over Inigo's tail and falls over* Ow!

Inigo: Ouch! Hey, watch the tail!

Xelzaz: Oh dear, I am so sorry! I'm afraid I was rather lost in thought, I didn't see your... er.. *frowns, looking at everyone on the ground* You.. What are you all doing down here anyways?

Gaia: We were forcibly removed from the premises.

Xelzaz: Why?

Lucien: We tried to bypass the visitor's tax at the gates and enter through the Meadery.

Xelzaz: Ah, you must mean that rather irritable guard. Yes, I encountered him too.

Kaidan: Yeah, well, we don't want to have to give money to someone like him, so we're trying to find a different way.

Xelzaz: That seems like a horrible hassle to go through to save a few Septims.

Lucien: Ahaaa, well, to put it bluntly..

Gaia: Our combined funds are approximately 86 Septims. We would be broke if we gave him his tax.

Xelzaz: I see... Might I offer a suggestion?

Taliesin: I think at this point they would do anything but pay him. Go on.

Xelzaz: I recently brewed a fresh batch of Telvanni Bug Musk. I would be glad to offer it for your use to enter the city.

Inigo: Telvanni what-

Lucien: Telvanni??? Like House Telvanni of Morrowind??

Xelzaz: Ah yes, I suppose I neglected to introduce myself. I am Xelzaz, a Lawman of House Telvanni.

Taliesin: ?? But you are an Argonian. I didn't realize they allowed non-natives to ascend the ranks of House.

Xelzaz: It is a bit uncommon, but not unheard of. I happen to be rather competent in my selected fields of study.

Kaidan: Those being?

Xelzaz: Alchemy and magic study.

Kaidan: Ah, of course.

Gaia: Kaidan does not like magic.

Xelzaz: Hmph. Like all Nords, it seems.

Kaidan: I'm not a Nord.

Lucien: It is rather ironic, though. Taliesin and I both use magic as a primary combat resource.

Xelzaz: I'm rather partial to fire magic myself.

Kaidan: Egh, even worse.

Gaia: I believe we were talking about this 'Bug Musk'?

Xelzaz: Ah, yes. It will make you more attractive to other people. In turn, they become more agreeable and are more willing to do things for you. Such as, say, overlook a visitor's tax?

Lucien: Oh, brilliant! We'll take it!

Xelzaz: *pulls the bottle away from Lucien* Ah, forgive me, but I'm afraid this comes with a bit of a favor on my end. Call it bargaining, if you will.

Gaia: Yes, I assumed there would be a catch to this. What is it you require, then?

Xelzaz: See, I am actually on my way to High Rock to meet with a superior of mine. I could have travelled by boat, but this is my first time leaving Morrowind in quite some time, so I am looking to travel before I arrive at High Rock. Therefore, I am looking for a 'guide', of sorts. Someone who may know the land better than I.

Taliesin: All that for some bug musk?

Xelzaz: The musk is not all I would offer. As I said, I am a very competent alchemist, as well as a chef. I can cook and make potions, and I am also an avid fighter.

Kaidan: Well, it wouldn't be the first time we were hired as tour guides.

Gaia: Correct.

Lucien: Ahaa..

Taliesin: It seems like the best choice, right now.

Gaia: A new path has been revealed. Probability of Success: 92%. We accept.

Xelzaz: Excellent. Here is the Telvanni Bug Musk. *hands the bottle over to Gaia* All you have to do is apply some to your wrists and neck. The effects will last for an hour.

Gaia: Thank you, Xelzaz.

Xelzaz: My pleasure. If I may, what was it a moment ago when you spoke the probability of success? Your voice changed.

Gaia: I am a Dwemer Gynoid. Not human, or elf. A machine. My name is Gaia.

Kaidan: Oh, you've finally ditched that Greeting Protocol thing?

Gaia: I felt it caused some discourse to onlookers.

Taliesin: I think Calcelmo just about fainted when you told him you were a machine.

Xelzaz: A Dwemer Gynoid? How interesting. Your appearance is uncanny to that of the recorded appearance of Snow Elves.

Gaia: They were the model for my design, yes.

Inigo: Does this mean we can get off of the floor now?

Kaidan: Yep, up and at 'em. Time to go and get that guard to let us in this damn city.

#skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #modded skyrim #dragonborn #ldb oc #skyrim oc #kaidan skyrim #lucien flavius #inigo skyrim #xelzaz skyrim #skyrim taliesin #taliesin skyrim #Gaia oc

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blackhakumen · 11 months ago

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Mini Fanfic #1169: Roy V. Alucard (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

10:21 a.m. at Smash Town's Local Park.........

Roy: (Places his on the Table and Shows Off his Crunch Up Looking Habd with a Cocky Smirk on his Face) Alright, gramps! Since you're centuries years old, allow me reintroduce you to the Essence of Arm Wrestling. It's-

Alucard: A sport that tests the two competitors' strengths as well as how long they could endure their grip for every passing second until one of them eventually gives in. Is that correct?

Roy: (Stares at the Vampire Fpr a Brief Second Before Clicking his Teeth a Little) Okay, so maybe you do have some actual knowledge in ya.

Alucard: (Forms a Small Smirk) Naturally. I spent almost my entire youth learning about various sports and customs the outside society has to offer at the time.

Roy: (Starts Nodding a Bit) Hm. Not bad. (Starts Smirking Again) For the oldest nerd in town.

Ludwig: (Standing Next to Where his Brother is Sitting) Roy.

Roy: (Casually Shrugs) Hey, I'm just saying it like it is. Besides, It's not too surprising considering you're his even nerder student.

Ludwig: I considered that a formidable honor. (Rolls his Eyes) Its far better than being a competitive brute.

Roy: ('Heh') You missin' out. (Uses his other Arm to Flex his Muscles) Cuz this brute has more skills than your egg shaped brain could ever hope of obtaining.

Ludwig: And yet those skills of yours hardly ever saved you from getting below average grades from most of the classes you've took thus far.

Roy: (Rolls his Eyes in Annoyance) So I got few C's, D's, and only one measly F a year or two ago, big freaking deal! I could easily get better grades this year coming up.

Ludwig: (Crosses his Arms) Oh you will. Because we are going to start tutoring you once we go back to the academy in the next few days.

Roy: ('Groans') Come on, bro, I don't need a tutoring sess- Wait, we?

Ludwig: Master, Grandmother, and I

Maria: (Smiles Brightly at Roy) Your father has requested us to help tutor you for the foreseeable future~

Roy: (Couldn't Believe What He's Hearing) You're kidding.

Alucard: (Simply Nodded) It's the truth. He also wanted us to inform you that he will not hesitate to forbid you from participating in any scheduled wrestling matches if you decline our assistance.

Roy: (Facepalms Himself While Groaning Some More) ('Ugggh') Seriously, pops!?

Ludwig: (Shrugs) What more can we say? They were all his demands, not ours.

Roy: (Rolls his Eyes Some More While Sighing in Defeat) Yeah and now I'm choking on them. So can we get this match started already or what?

Alucard: Yes, I believe we've killed enough time as it is. (Grab onto Roy's Hand) Best of luck to you, boy.

Roy: (Starts Smirking Again) ('Tch') Pretty sure only one in need of luck is you, old timer. Get ready.....Set.......GO-

'Slam'

Roy's eyes start to widen up as he slowly turns to see Alucard's hand planted down on top of his.

Roy: What the!?

Ludwig: (Watched the Quickened Scebe Full Hand) Hm. I guess that's game then.

Maria: (Happily Claps For her Lover) Well done, Adrian!~ I couldn't be more prouder of you~

Alucard: Pity. (Casually Shrugs a Bit) And here I thought I would be given more of a challenge this morning.

Roy: (Angrily Jolt himself Up and Slams his Hand on the Table) Oh don't even try gettin' cocky with me, gramps! How the hell were you able to beat me that quickly!?

Alucard: I was born with strength equal that to full fledged vampires, so it wasn't difficult to outclass yours in a merely second or two.

Roy: Oh I'll show ya outclass once I'll get you back in the next round! (Place his Elbow Back on the Table with his Hand Crunched and Sticking Out) Best one outta two and I'm counting this time, so hurry up!

Alucard: ('Sigh') If you insist. (Grab Hold to Roy's Hand) Ready when you are.

Roy: ('Tch') Better be. One......Two......THREE-

'Slam'

Alucard's hand quickly slammed Roy's down on the table once more.

Ludwig: (Points his Habd Towards his Master) Another round goes to Master Alucard.

Maria: (Happily Claps) Yay!~

Roy: (Growls in Anger Before Bringing His Elbow and Hand Back Up) Best two outta three!

Alucard: Persistent one, aren't you?

Roy: Look who's talkin'? Now, another round! Come on-

'Slam'

Alucard's hand quickly slammed Roy's down on the table once more.

Ludwig: Another point to Alucard.

Roy: DAMNIT! Another round, let's go!

Alucard: Don't you think you're setting yourself up for another inevitable outcome?

Roy: Fat chance! I'll win this one in a heartbeat-

Twenty Four Minutes of Countless One-sided Arm Wrestling Matches Later...............

Roy: (Starts Panting)

Alucard: (Raises an Eyebrow) Let me guess: Another round?

Roy: Damn straight..........(Exhaustedly Bring his Elbow and Hand Back Up) Put 'em up.

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Just give it a rest already, Roy. You're clearly starting to tired out now.

Maria: (Starts Getting Worried) Do you need refreshments of any kind, dear?

Roy: I'll pass for now......(Uses his Other Arm to Wipe the Sweat Off his Forehead Before Pointing at his Brother) And I ain't throwing in the towel just yet!

Alucard: I would be lying if I say your determination isn't somewhat admirable. But I don't believe there's any shame of admitting defeat eventually.

Roy: ('Tch') Yeah, for losers. I'm a Koopa! And the Koopas don't quit until victory gets snatched by our big, grubby hands!

Ludwig: Is that the motto father made? (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) I could've sworn it was something different.

Roy: Nah that's the motto Junior made last year. As bratty as he is, that kid has heart.

Maria: (Gently Places her Hand on her Chest) Aww~

Ludwig: (Proudly Nodded at his Youngest Brother's Motto in Silence)

Alucard: Indeed. ('Sigh') Very well. Let us do one more round. (Grab onto Roy's Hand Once More) Sounds reasonable?

Roy: (Grins Competitively) Sounds good to me.

As Roy starts counting down to five, Alucard stares at him and begins to reminisce on his childhood years and how determined he was in besting the Master Librarian in a game of chess. He was far from the best player in the world and it took him years until he eventually got a win or two, but his unyielding determination was present throughout his trivial journey to victory and to the fire of passion burning in his opponent's eyes has brought something to the Dhampir had yet to feel, pride.

So, rather than adding yet another win to his tally, Alucard decides dial down on his vampire strength enough to let Roy give it his all in their final bout until eventually......his hand brought his down onto the table, much to his apprentice/ newly found grandson's surprise.

Ludwig: Roy, you.....finally beaten Alucard.

Maria: (Happily Applauds the Winner) Congratulations, dear!~

Roy: (Eyes Begins to Widened) I won? (Lowers his Shades Down to See his Hand Down on Top of Alucard's on the Table) Holy Crap.....I did it.(Starts Smiling) I actually did. (Jolt Himself Up From his Seat and Pump his Fist Up into the Sky) I FUCKING WOOOOOOOON! HEY EVERYONE, I'VE DONE IT! I BEAT THE PRINCE OF NIGHT OR WHATEVER AT ARN WRESTLING!!!

Before starts questioning who's Roy screaming at, a group of cheerleaders and his fellow wrestling classmates came out of a few bushes, running towards their winner and cheering in rejoice.

Maria: Oh my.

Ludwig: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) They were watching us this entire time?

Roy: Yep. I posted about our Arm Wrestling Match on the Wrestling Club Page long before we got here. Now let's go, folks! (Takes a Back Dive onto Many of his Classmates' Palms) We're heading to the Waffle Joint, breakfast on me!

The classmates and cheerleaders cheer once more and chanting the pharse " Roy's Our Boy!" before heading off to the restaurant together, leaving the more intelligent trio behind.

Ludwig: (Watches the Crowd Leave with his Brother Before Letting Out a Sigh) Seems like I'm never going to hear the end of this any time soon.....

Alucard: Let your brother celebrate his victory for now, Ludwig. (Forma a Small Smile on his Face) He earned it.

Maria: (Giggles a Bit) Admit it. You let him win there, didn't you?

Alucard: Perhaps I did. And perhaps maybe I saw a tiny bit of myself into him for brief moment and decided to give one of my faithful grandsons a bone for once.

Ludwig: You're really taking this grandparent role to strive, aren't you, sir?

Alucard: (Simply Nodded with a Small Sincere Smile on his Face) Naturally. I promised myself that I would fulfill that role to the Smash Family and I attend om doing so until the bitter end.

Maria: (Happily Hugs Ludwig) Me too!~ It has always been one of my dreams to form and be part of a larger family and from tis day forward, I shall become the grandmother who will give you all the love and guidance each of you need, as well as spoiling you rotten to the core~ (Starts Kissing on Ludwig's Cheek)

Ludwig: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Maria's Kisses) Really don't have to go out of you way to do all that, but.....We truly appericate it all the same.

Alucard: Much obliged. Now. (Finally Gets Himself Up From his Seat) I wonder where we get breakfast from this time around......

Maria: How about that Waffle place Roy mentioned? He would be so happy to see us pay him a visit.

Ludwig: (Rolls his Eyes) I'm pretty certain he'll be too occupied to even notice we step inside. How about we head to LeBlanc Café instead? (Starts Walking Away From the Park Along with his Appointed Grandparents) I've heard from Futuba that Mr. Sojiro has finally serving a few breakfast meals in there, even curry.

Alucard: They serve a plate of curry in the middle of the morning?

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Those two have been obsessed with that meal for so long that it's no surprise that they would do this sort of business tactic.

Maria: Like father, like daughter~

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#super smash ultimate #castlevania symphony of the night #roy koopa #alucard #ludwig von koopa #maria renard #arm wrestling #humor #sweet family moment #fluff #alucard and maria are good grandparent figures

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trans-leek-cookie · 6 months ago

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the thingw the orcs in dunmeshi is sth i skirt around bc like u said it is. not a great modern take on orcs. obv not the worst it could be and kui at least did engage w trying to write a more involved lore on them rather than just having this be the same “orcs are big uncivilized brutes” version 8000000 but that element is still there. and i do think “its not the worst” is hardly what i would want to set my highest expectations to jdhdgksgd

tumblrs being a bitch n not letting me put images in so I'll just paste the text from the other ask

Nodding. ty for the info on the ways halfling racism can be compared to irl examples in “the middle east” like that rly is such a close comparison i wonder if it was at all intentional… AND FR on the whole . wishing we knew what they called themselves bc the “halfling” “half foot” thing i rly cant help but think abt how it feels like irl examples of certain groups being denigrated to category slurs its like. LOL. dunmeshi makinh me feel party to fictional racism and microaggressions against my will...

Idk Abt skirting around bc I think it's smthn we should face head on, but at the same time I'm not in a place where I can really add onto the discussion wrt orcs as a white/East Asian person. IIRC ppl have said tolkiens orcs are black and/or central Asian (Mongolian I believe) coded, which is meaningful cause he's influenced so much of modern fantasy, and thats. Y'know. Not great. Also the orcs in dungeon Meshi are essentially an indigenous group from what I remember so that's also a whole mess. Again, my opinions arent very meaningful when it comes to this, but I feel like it's incredibly disappointing to see an author who's clearly capable of nuanced and interesting commentary on racism in the context of real life and fiction (even if it's not always great it's clear she's thinking about it in some depth) really just. Fall back on tropes. Bc for the other races - human is a wider category than usual, tall men aren't always the Everyman, elves are long lived but that doesn't make them wiser, and halflings are mature, worldly and resourceful, which I feel like does a lot to break free of typical fantasy pigeon holeing. But the orcs are just sorta... The Bad Guy but Not That Bad I guess? Theoretically it's a departure from the "super evil forever no exceptions" idea of the but it's still so far behind what needs to be done to make it less of a lazy, racist trope.

Yeah, again I'm not west Asian or Arab like I said, but between reading stuff ppl online write n talking to my Iraqi friend + rereading dungeon Meshi and really trying to analyze it, it kinda stood out to me. I will say I was a little unconfident posting about it bc it's 3 things (4 if you count the name note) but theyre still really notable at least to me. The hand/foot cutting is I feel the most explicit? Because that's such a fucked up stereotype it just stands out immediately. I don't necessarily know if the half foot/middle east connection was intentional, because I assume Japan/Asia in general has a different relationship with West Asia (since they are the "far east" in comparison, so "Middle East" wouldnt really make sense?), but it could be one of those things that colonialism managed to spread. I'm not very knowledgeable about that, but even if it wasn't intentional I think it's a very interesting parallel in how language can be used to categorize people as "normal/other". So i can't say if its intentional or not, but it's definitely an interesting lens to consider the story thru. Id also say I believe halflings are said to be native to a place that's east from where the story takes place, but not the eastern continent (which is p much easy Asia). I've seen some ppl take this to mean eastern Europe, and I don't think that's wrong, but I think u could also think of it as west Asia? Idk if we ever got much info on it in story, so I might be missing some details. (Honestly I'd personally HC that halflings are generally mixed Eastern European/West Asian- not to conflate the two, but rather Im imaging the majority of them are in a kinda blended culture).

#Talking Abt my Iraqi friend again- they're not into Dungeon Meshi but I did chat w them bc I was interested in if they had any thoughts #Abt my conclusions wrt halflings marginalization resembling the way Arabs r stereotyped and they did agree w me on the stuff I brought up #But they're just one person (and my friend) so if any Arabs/West Asians disagree w me Id prob defer to their judgement on the matter #I will say half lings aren't one to one w arab stereotypes bc the ones my friend complained Abt a lot are gender related #(eg. The idea of the violent Arab man and the eternally victimized Arab woman) and those among others aren't really present #As stereotypes about half lings (besides stealing the big one is infantilization which I'd say reminds me of how east Asians are often #Treated by being either fetishized or desexualized bc of their ''youthful appearance''. I specify east Asians bc that's what I'm familiar #With and I don't want to make assumptions Abt other Asians experiences or wrongfully generalize #Anyway I won't lie I initially went in to my reread (besides just wanting to experience the story again) wondering if I could argue #Chilchuck was east Asian and while there's some stuff (mainly infantilization and potentially the money stuff) I realized their #Marginalization resembled Arab ppls marginalization more at least from my perspective #So yea. Again not any sort of authority on the topic but once I noticed I couldn't stop thinking Abt it and now I've typed a lot of words

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📓 !!! 💜

Put "📓" or a different book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

Hi there baba and thanks for the ask <3 A Sparrow and Lark fic about the scene immediately after their last scene together in the Staircase episode. Basically Lark has a concussion and wakes up cradled in Sparrow's arms surrounded by shallow water and glass (from the whale tank). Sparrow is silent and eyes are far off, continuing to cast some healing spell repeatedly. He doesn't notice his twin is awake at first. The plot was Sparrow thinking Lark might have died and even after realizing Lark's still got a pulse...still in disbelief/shock. He's flashing back to seeing Lark die in the fight with their grandfather. Lark trying his best to bring him out of it but can hardly move. Angst on both sides (emotional with Sparrow, physical with Lark etc). I did technically write a bit of it months ago and then gave up, so I'll share that below. Really is one of those moments where the scenes play out clearly in my mind except I don't know how to put the rest of it into words haha

Feeling the familiar warmth and tingling from healing magic, Lark slowly opens his eyes in somewhat of a daze. Takes a few minutes to get past the dwindling headache and remember where he is…remember what happened. And when he does, the man jolts up and curses while thinking to himself:

'Those damn kids don't know what they're getting themselves into. If they'd just listen to us--'

"Oh, you're awake."

The voice cuts through the anger and frustrastion and Lark notices his brother right next to him, drenched in water (much like himself). The dampness of the fabric made him feel gross but as with most things he'll brush on past the uncomfortable with brute will power when possible. There were more important things to think about anyways! Like the shards of glass sticking out of Sparrow's colorful, patchwork sweater and the neutral expression and tone.

There were few truths that Lark truly believed in these days but one of them was that Sparrow was very expressive…

So, seeing the blank look on his twin's face right now was strange, haunting. It wasn't the first time though and if they were being one hundred percent honest (when were they?) these moments happened a lot more this year than the last.

Lark sighs, taking a long breath and catches one of Sparrow's wrists, particularly the one still glowing green with magic and hovering over one of Larks legs. "Brother," he says gruffly instead of gently like Grant or Terry Jr or Father or whoever the fuck--

Sparrow's magic is still going while he's eyes seem to slowly move to look over to Lark and through him.

"Brother," The warrior tries again and then squeezes his twin's wrist some. Sparrow had always said that pressure helped to ground him. "Where are you?"

While the first part doesn't seem to get through, the question does. The other man sucks in a harsh breath and replies tiredly, shoulders slumping at the same time: "With you?"

The answer sounds too much like a question to be reassuring.

#asks #abeinginsand writing tag #dndads #sparrow oak garcia #lark oak garcia #babacontainsmultitudes #might try to work on it again someday but who knows #dndads fic #fanfic

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adamwatchesmovies · 10 months ago

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Us (2019)

As audiences become increasingly concerned with details rather than the artistry and emotional impact of stories, I wonder how Us will fare in the long run. When everything is laid out on the table, there’s a bunch of stuff here that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense but you’d be wrong to dismiss a sci-fi horror film for not adhering to the rules or reality. Instead, focus on the ideas within, the tension it generates and the excellent performances.

Years ago, Adelaide (Lupita Nyong’o) encountered a doppelgänger of herself in a funhouse hall of mirrors. In present-day, she and her family - husband Gabe (Winston Duke), daughter Zora (Shahadi Wright) and son Jason (Evan Alex) - return to the same beach and are attacked by the same woman. This time, “Red” (also played by Nyong'o) is accompanied by doubles of the entire family. They think like their counterparts and are determined to shed blood.

This is a frightening film but the chills you get come from just how… strange of a scenario this is. The Wilson family duplicates are deranged parodies with a dark twist. Gabe is a bit of a weenie; when he tries to intimidate the intruders from a distance, you can tell he doesn’t even believe in his own ability to frighten. By contrast, “Abraham” is a hulking, silent brute. Jason’s duplicate is the hideously burned and animal-like "Pluto", a vision of what might’ve happened to the boy if he managed to get that lighter he keeps playing with working. The most striking of the “Tethered” by far is Red, who is so unsettling, so like Adelaide but so unlike her, you hardly believe they’re played by the same actress. When the Tethered and their eerie appearances are combined with the home invasion-like plot, it gets scary. Their uniforms - a red jumpsuit combined with a single glove on the right hand - and the weapons they wield - pairs of scissors - combined with the numbers and visual motifs that keep popping up make it seem as though a gate to some other realm has been opened, or a prophecy fulfilled. Even before they show up, you feel something ominous coming.

Writer/director Jordan Peele once again shows an awareness uncommon in horror filmmakers. His characters are smart and resourceful. When under attack, they grab weapons, they band together, they work to ensure their survival. You like them. You want the family to survive. The mystery of what exactly is happening is made further engaging by the filmmaking. Some jaw-droppingly stylish sequences make great use of music, particularly towards the end. There's also just a bit of humor mixed in to break the tension when necessary.

The first time I saw Us, I couldn’t put my finger on what it all meant. Clearly, Peele wants to say something… but what? This time, I think I’ve got it. Even before reading his explanation, I saw the film as a commentary on class and circumstances. Red and Adelaide are essentially the same person. It just happens that one was born along with the Tethered, where there are no opportunities. These people survive on the bare minimum, while those above live in comparative luxury. Then, there’s more. See, it’s revealed (in a twist that’s not all that hard to decipher) that years ago, Red and Adelaide switched places. It proves the Tethered could be “rehabilitated” and live normal lives. There is room for everyone to be happy… except no one even considers it an option. When the real Adelaide comes back to the surface, it isn’t to tell the world what her adopted people have been suffering through; it’s to kill. You could see this as a sign that our way of living needs to be smashed - at the end of the film, the Tethered are seen “ruling the world” in harmony. Then again, at what cost was this victory? When Jason uses his influence upon his duplicate to burn him to death, everyone is distraught, and that’s to say nothing of all the other people who died. There’s a lot to read in there, so does it matter that the hows and whys of an entire country’s population living underground after a failed experiment raises a lot of questions? Not in the grand scheme of things.

Us is a strange film. Its meaning is hard to decipher at first. Even when all the cards are laid out, you could easily get lost in the mechanics of its scenario. What matters is what the film does well, which is a lot. The performances are chilling, the visuals striking and as a whole, the picture is unforgettable. The tension is like two hands gripped around your throat, which gives it a lot of re-watch value. (October 15, 2021)

#Us #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Jordan Peele #Lupita Nyong'o #Winston DUke #Elisabeth Moss #Tim Heidecker #2019 movies #2019 films #Shahadi Wright Joseph #Evan Alex

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