#i think my beveler and i made out one time but i honestly might be misremembering

[thyfleshc0nsumed]

The truth come out: does Hank is have sex with her tools?

[hawksugarbaby]

Shigiraki x reader- Are they among us?

Fluff

Dabi scowled at you and shigaraki curled up on the couch, your public affection made him uncomfortable and it didn't help he didn't trust you one bit. No way would he trust you so quickly.

"We need to have a meeting" shigaraki called into the front of the bar in his scratchy voice and dabi looked him up and down "with her here?" he pointed a skinny finger to you, blissfully running your hands through shigiraki's powder blue locks ignoring Dabi's typical attitude towards you. Shigaraki clenched his jaw and tapped his fingers together to keep his patience "why wouldn't she be there. She's one of us now" the croaky villain patted your thigh and you glanced between the 2 males deciding to keep your focus on your boyfriend. "Oh yeah you trust her because she's like your little puppy dog or some shit" the patchwork villain rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Explain why I shouldn't trust her?" shigaraki scoffed. His meeting was now going to run late wasn't it, ugh that meant working for longer when all he wanted was a nap or to have his head resting on your chest while he slept keeping you trapped on his uncomfortable mattress. You brought him the missing comfort. "She "secretly" dropped her alliance with all might for us. Seems shady to me" dabi squinted his eyes at you scrutinizingly and you chewed the inside of your cheek. "What if she's some sort of double agent" dabi theorised and shigaraki laughed at the ridiculous conspiracy. "She's already a double agent for us. (y/n) "works" for all might for us remember" shigaraki mocked and dabi rolled his eyes "whatever. What if she isn't even working for us, why would she just abandon all might for the league of VILLAINS?" he rolled a flame over his knuckles and shrugged as a sign of not caring despite how he really cared.

"Because I saved her from that nomu attack" shigaraki answered simply, and simple was never enough for the black haired villain. "And she just fell for you then and there?" he questioned sarcastically and you glanced at him from the side and smiled brightly "yes! He saved me quicker than I've ever seen all might move and shigi was so handsome coming to save me" you gushed, emphasising your sickly sweetness to get dabi off your back. It was annoying having him question your relationship constantly. "Sure you did. Whatever, start the meeting" dabi stopped his argument and shigaraki stood up making you fall backwards onto the couch and stretched his arms to the sky. "I need to organise my stuff first. I'll be 5 minutes" he grunted stomping up the stairs like a child being grounded.

You stretched and wandered behind the bar pouring yourself a pomegranate champagne spritzer in a fancy crystal glass bevelled at the sides. Dabi watched you in suspicion and bounced his leg "(y/n). Bring me a beer would ya" he grunted. You looked up from pouring your drink and raised your eyebrows "I thought you didn't trust me?" you answered back grabbing a beer for him regardless and pulled the cap off with the bottle opener. "Don't, doesn't mean I don't want a beer though" he said holding his hot hands out for the glass, the condensation turning to steam instantly. He grabbed your arm with his other seering hand and pulled you so you were sitting on his knees.

He kept his grip strong against your arm and leaned next to your ear whispering "I don't trust you for a second. So I'm going to give you a reason to leave, or more, a reason for shigaraki to kick you out." toga on the other couch panicked waving her hands out in front of her frantically. "Dabi what are you doing! You're gonna get fired or something" she shouted at the competitive man and you cycled your legs under his to try and propel you out his lap but to no avail.

Shigiraki's sloppy footsteps echoed louder as he neared the bottom of the stairs and dabi continued to whisper in your ear, lurching forward every time you moved too far and pulled you back keeping you trapped on his knee. You huffed and stuck your bottom lip out swirling the ice cubes in your cocktail that clinked against the side of the glass being washed over by alcohol. "I never did anything to you. I don't get why you hate me so much" you rolled your eyes and the stairs eagerly for your boyfriends shoes to step into the light. "I don't like it when someone threatens my family. And you feel like a threat" he explained, taking a swig of his beer and pressing the cold bottle against the small of your back making you jump and arch your back.

Shigiraki made it to the bottom of the stairs with scraps of paper and a pencil tucked behind his ear. He took note of your scowling expression on dabi's lap and his smirking face and growled angrily pulling you harshly off of dabi and kicking the man in the shins. "Get your hands off of her" he snarled pushing the paper he brought against your chest and tapped his foot impatiently waiting for a comeback but dabi wasn't willing to use his voice for shigaraki (KINKY- No pebble!). "Get up. I think i need to have a word with you outside" shigaraki smiled fakely scrunching up his nose and screwing his eyes shut while forcing dabi to the other side of the door.

You and toga looked at each other while listening to the argument outside and made light conversation. "Oh wait, here try some of my drink!" you exclaimed jumping up and squatting down beside her letting her take a sip from the side of your glass leaving a pink smudge on the side of the glass. She nodded approvingly after a sip and clapped her hands "you're so good at making yummy drinks (y/n)!" she complimented sucking on an ice cube she captured while sipping. "Thank you! It's a good distraction when there's 2 boys constantly arguing over my existence" you pouted gesturing flamboyantly to the door where the boys were still arguing. "Hm i'm sorry (n/n) (Nickname). If you get bored you could always go out with me!" she cheered and you laughed honestly weighing your options for a second. But no. shigaraki was your one and only "I'll keep that in mind!"

Dabi stormed out the base leaving the door wide open and you watched silently as shigaraki came through sighing. "No point in holding the fucking meeting now" he scoffed and pointed at you curling his finger for you to follow him. "Guess i gotta go. I'll talk to you later toga!" you cheered following shigaraki to your shared room. "I want a nap" he muttered and you nodded jumping into the room before him and hopping on the bed holding your arms out for him to rest between them. "Tired" he sighed, falling into you and you wrapped your arms around him. "Thank you for saving me shigi" you whispered and he nodded slowly.

Alternative ending

You silently slipped out of bed squeezing through the window and bounced from rooftop to rooftop to meet the red white and blue hero patiently waiting for you under the pier at the beach to trade information. "They don't get along easily but it seems that dabi guy thinks he's found some sort of family. Toga just seems like a lost kid who doesn't belong there, cast out of society and shigaraki, a whiny brat who can't take being talked down too or argued with" you told all might who wrote everything down on a pad of paper to be given to the police. "I've yet to see bubaigawara or that compress figure today. Most of the league trust me but Dabi has his doubts" you explain.

All might nodded and handed you a salted caramel "thank you (y/n), I appreciate this, you'll be greatly rewarded after this" he says crouching under the pier and saying his goodbyes leaping into the other direction.

Bonus!

Dabi watched from on top of the ferris wheel set up for the carnival and smirked. "I fucking knew it you bitch"

[you-cant-spell-subtext-without]

hello hello hello!  and welcome to Season 12 of Supernatural. 

I admit that initially I STRUGGLED WITH SEASON 12.  I LOATHED the British Men of Letters (other than Lady Antonia Bevell; her hot working mom energy can get it); I have...mixed feelings about Mary; overall it was not a stellar season for me the first go-round.  HOWEVER I shall now give it a second chance,  and look for the subtext within the bad (and if my theory tracks, there will be much subtext as...there is much bad).  Maybe I’ll even develop Ketch appreciation.  **ONWARDS ONCE MORE INTO THE BREACH, MY FRIENDS:

When we last left Dean, I neglected to mention that Amara brought his mom back (this is how much I repressed Mary Winchester I guess?)  We cut to Mary, confused, in a nightgown (I get this is part of the character and that’s why she is wearing it sO wE kNOw iTS rEAlLy MaRY WinCHEstEr because of her nightgown and not Sam Smith’s exquisite face, but honestly WHY - LIKE DID SHE WEAR THE DAMN THING IN HEAVEN THE ENTIRE TIME TOO?).

DEAN [breathing heavily] 

Mom. Listen to me. Your name – your name is Mary Sandra Campbell, okay? You were born December 5, 1954, to Samuel and Deanna Campbell. Your father, he bounced around a lot for, uh, work, and you bounced right along with him, and you ended up in Lawrence, Kansas.

MARY 

How do you know all that?

DEAN 

Dad told me. March 23, 1972, you walked out of a movie theater – Slaughterhouse-Five. You loved it, and you bumped into a big Marine and you knocked him flat on his ass. You were embarrassed, and he laughed it off, said you could make it up to him with a cup of coffee. So, you went to, uh, Mulroney's and you talked and he was cute and he knew the words to every Zeppelin song, so when he asked you for your number, you gave it to him, even though you knew your dad would be pissed. That was the night that – that you met –

MARY 

John Winchester.

DEAN 

August 19, 1975, you were married... in Reno. Your idea. A few years later, I came along, then Sammy.

***DEAN DESCRIBING EVERY DAMN DETAIL OF THIS HAS MURDERED ME.  Also, I know John Winchester “told him the story,” but something about this retelling - these are NOT John Winchester’s words (other than maybe “big Marine”).  The emotions, the feelings, the “you talked and he was cute” Dean is describing is Dean’s retelling, the version he created in his mind of this damn meet-cute, this little love story he played over and over in his head, and that makes me feel warm and tingly and also want to ingest sharp knives.  

***Everyone already knows about the damn Zeppelin reference but just in case you wanted to be tortured, please recall that later on we will get

THIS FUCKING SHIT

Nothing to see here other than Dean using a reference from this LOVE STORY on Cas.  I HATE it here in super hell.  Next rounds on you, Sam.

Anyway, Mary has caught on:

I paused here just now because I had a tHoUGHt.  This season is all about exploring Dean and Sam in their role as sons (this is discussed at the SDCC panel prior to the season; btw they are all free on Prime and I recommend watching before you start each new season for little “reveals” behind some of the plot lines).  We know Sam has no relationship to Mary really, he was a baby when she died, but Dean was a little boy - with a personality, character traits, identifying characteristics that his mother probably knew like the back of her hand.  That’s why my first run-in with Mary left a bad taste in mouth during this season - LIKE THIS IS YOUR KID, and there is NO inkling or recognition until THIS moment?  In a show that just spent an entire season exploring the “unexplained connection” between Dean and GODS SISTER, there no immediate “OH” from his own mother?!

But then I realized why she only connected at this very moment.  This particular moment - and not the moment where he lists the factual details about her before the story of the night she met John.  That little story with all those cute details - that’s the part of Dean that Mary knew before she died - when that part was ALL of Dean.  Before hunting, before John’s quest for revenge turned him into the person he is today, before he saw himself as a blunt little instrument.  That’s why initially Mary has no recognition that this is her son - because the Dean she knew was sensitive, and kind, and OPEN, and liked love stories, and laughing, and warm hugs and maybe flowers. Because if you think about it WE DONT KNOW THAT DEAN.  We only know Dean AMD. (After Mary’s Death).

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So maybe Mary represents Dean Before Mary’s Death, and whatever part of that Dean remains, no matter how deep he has been buried.  The part that connects with people; the part that doesn’t want to be alone.  The part that helped Amara.  The part that loves Cas.  And that’s why Amara brought her back.  

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Ok, if I think of it this way, I may like Mary a little better now.

BUT ALSO MY BABY:

Cut to Cas.

[THE MAN WALKS OVER TO THE EDGE OF THE CRATER MADE BY THE LANDING AND SEES CASTIEL PULLING HIMSELF OUT.]

MAN 

Holy mother.

[CASTIEL STANDS UP AND LOOKS AROUND]

CASTIEL 

Where am I?

MAN

Uh...Earth?

CASTIEL 

No. How far am I from Lebanon, Kansas?

MAN 

Uh... Th-three hours, maybe. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Who – What are you, man?

[CASTIEL WALKS TOWARDS THE MAN AND TOUCHES HIM ON THE FOREHEAD. THE MAN DROPS TO THE GROUND. CASTIEL LEAVES HIM THERE AS HE DRIVES OFF IN THE TRUCK]

***I spy a Season 11 random parallel

And Cas says, “Earth - 

***Also, I often wonder if in his mind’s inner GPS, Cas bases distances on how far he is from Dean. 

In the meantime, Bad Things Are Happening to Sam.

***Toni Bevell, don’t join the British Men of Letters you’re so sexy hahah

Other than noting that this is yet another too oft- repeated Sam, the Victim, Always Gets Tortured scenario, I see no point in recapping these parts.

I will just continue to post Toni Bevell hotness for these portions of the episode. Ok?  Ok.  You’re welcome.

BACK TO THE BUNKER:

I already posted this sweet baby reunion in my final Season 11 analysis/recap, but lets see it again at another angle and from Mary’s perspective CAUSE CLEARLY she has...*thoughts*

Poor Cas had no idea he was about to MEET THE PARENT 

It melts my little heart that Dean uses Cas’s full name to introduce him to people.  Especially members of his family who are trying to kill him.

Anyway, then we get a much longed for gem of typical Cas deadpan:

(*I still miss Casifer a little bit though*)

And then we have 

A MOMENT OF CONNECTION!  

At the SDCC panel, Misha specifically noted that both Mary and Cas are outsiders, so this tracks. 

They head to the garage:

[Exhaling sharply, Mary walks towards Baby. She runs her hand lightly over the car.]

MARY This was John's car. Oh, she's still beautiful.

DEAN Hell, yeah, she is.

MARY Hi, sweetheart. Remember me?

[MARY LEANS DOWN AND LOOKS INTO THE CAR SMILING. SHE STARTS LOOKING AT THE FRONT SEAT BUT HER EYES AND HER THOUGHTS LINGER ON THE BACK SEAT. DEAN LEANS DOWN LOOKING AT THE INTERIOR OF THE CAR WITH PRIDE. DEAN LOOKS AT HIS MOM AND REALIZES SHE’S HAVING VERY SPECIFIC MEMORIES OF TIME IN THE BACK SEAT. DEAN LOOKS AROUND THE CAR, AND LOOKS AT HIS MOM.]

***this is where you truly see that Sam Smith is a genius because she took those directions and put them all into THIS:

And then THIS:

DEAN 

Oh…

[MARY LOOKS UP AT DEAN. DEAN REALIZES HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN CONCEIVED IN THAT CAR, STANDS UP QUICKLY AND LOOKS OVER THE CAR. DEAN SWALLOWS HARD, AND GLANCES AT CASTIEL WHO GIVES HIM A QUIZZICAL LOOK.]

DEAN 

We should go.

***At this time I would like to remind everyone that Cas is also generally in the back seat of this car.  

MOVING ON

Meanwhile-

Back at the bunker, Cas is Continuing to Connect with his boyfriend’s mother:

[EXTERIOR DAY; INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS AND THE NOISE OF VIDEO GAMES ARE HEARD. THE CAMERA PANS TO MARY WHO’S WATCHING THE SCENE. CASTIEL IS PICKING UP COFFEE.]

CASTIEL 

Thank you.

[CASTIEL TAKES THE COFFEE TO MARY AND SITS DOWN.]

CASTIEL

This must be difficult for you. I remember my first moments on Earth. It was jarring.

MARY 

One word for it. I grew up with Hunters. I've heard of people coming back from the dead before. But to actually do it... after 30 years. A lot's changed.

[MARY LOOKS AROUND.]

MARY A lot.

Cas:

This is usually a look Reserved For Dean, so its interesting Cas is looking at Mary here [they also weirdly joked about Cas hitting on Mary at the SDCC panel and now I'm giggling because if Mary represents the soft part of Dean this all makes PERFECT SENSE).

BONUS

Actual footage of Sam in super hell

The Cas/Mary bonding worked BTW:

[INTERIOR: GREGORY IS SITTING IN FRONT OF HIS DESK WITH CASTIEL, DEAN, AND MARY STANDING BEFORE HIM.]

DEAN 

So, you dug the bullet out of his leg, no questions asked?

GREGORY 

She offered me 100 grand.

MARY 

And you took it?

GREGORY 

Student loans were a bitch, okay?

[ANGRILY CASTIEL STARTS TOWARDS GREGORY.]

DEAN 

Cas! Cas! Cas! Don't hurt him. Not yet.

**Disclosure: I do not accept the “Cass” spelling and take creative license to change it in the script whenever it appears**

GREGORY 

All right, look, she didn't give me her name. When we were done, the driver bailed, I got paid, and then some other chick shows up, and they all drive away.

MARY 

And that's everything you know?

GREGORY 

(insincerely) Yeah. Totally.

****Um, Mom that’s my boyfriend you don’t order him around like tha-

Oh, well, ok then.

***This is important, because Cas doesn’t obey anyone (other than Dean) blindly ever since he invented free will and all that.  Hence Dean’s surprised/impressed look to Mary above.  

Meanwhile:

I recall that I spent most of my first watch of Season 12 gushing over Toni Bevell, so I’m glad to know this won’t be changing.  You’ve been warned.

Next up, Sam is again sex tortured, Cas is a Helpful Boyfriend, and for some reason, Rick Springfield.  

[cosplayinamerica]

I was digging through my tumblr and found probably the first cosplay interview for Cosplay in America - Maridah. The interview was posted Aug 24, 2010

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I’ve seen Maridah at Fanime and Anime Expo for the past two years. When I started this book project, she was cosplaying Saber and completely mobbed at both cons I saw her at. I decided to shoot her an email to ask about her cosplay.

Well, first of all, tell me how you got into cosplaying ?

I attended a magnet high school for theater, so I had taken a few costuming classes. This was around the same time I became interested in anime and wanted to go to a convention. At the time ‘cosplay’ was just starting to gain interest in america, and it seemed like a fun idea for me to show up to a con in a costume if I was going to go…I ended up making 3 costumes for myself and a couple for friends for that first con. One of these was an Auron from Final Fantasy 10 for a friend, which meant working with leather and all sorts of things I hadn’t tried before in school. From the get-go I was taking on challenges, something that I think has stuck with me. As soon as the convention started I was hooked. I made so many good friends that first con, and cosplay really appealed to my interest in making costumes, so it was a perfect fit.

I had ask folks on my Facebook/Myspace as to what questions they like answered. Two of these questions is “How do you pick which character you want to portray?” and “Do you enjoy group or solo cosplay more?”

I love group cosplay. I have made so many good friends through cosplay, and cosplaying with them is great. Even if it’s people I’ve never met before, I’d rather have people to pose with and chat with. If I’m posing alone, it’s okay, but standing around by myself can be really boring. The costumes that I have had the most coverage of at cons were solo costumes, and while it is great to have that recognition of hard work on costumes I’ve wanted to make, I still end up wishing I had friends involved.

It’s sort of up to chance what I end up cosplaying, and each costume is done for different reasons. Only a portion of the costumes I start for myself get done. I’ve given up making a lot of my costumes sewing stuff for others. Hopefully I can turn that around a bit! I have a list of things I want to do, but this list ends up being ignored quite a bit because there are so many factors. I try to pick costumes of characters I like, but occasionally I pick ones I feel are more look appropriate.

It is really random what ends up being made in the end, though. Half the stuff I work on is picked according to what show friends want to do because I like doing group work. The other half is stuff I really want to do, even if it’s on my own sometimes. The end result is aways the same with every costume, regardless of motive. I’m over budget, but it’s fun~

Can you tell me about what you wore to Fanime ’09 and about the construction of it ? How long did it take ? Was it harder than you thought ?

For Fanime 2009, I wore Armored Saber from Fate/Stay Night. It was about a month and a half before the con when I started working on it.

The majority of the costume is made of a thermoplastic known as Sintra. I patterned out each piece of the armor, then transfered the paper pieces on to the plastic. I used a scroll saw to cut it all out, which took several days of work. I sanded the edge of each piece to give them a slight bevel and a cleaner look. I used a dremmel to take off sharp corners and fix up shapes if they didn’t line up right or couldn’t be cut to shape with the saw. I used boiling water to shape the smaller pieces, and a heat gun for the side panels. After shaping them, I primed the pieces, sanded them, and sprayed them with paint, then used a clear coat to seal them.

Not every piece of armor worked out as planned, so a few pieces were remade last minute out of thick craft foam.

The sword was made out of balsa and wood putty. The wood was sanded and sealed, and sprayed in the same way as my armor. I was short on time, so it ended up being rushed. I drafted out my own pattern for the dress. The sleeves are reinforced with thick interfacing to keep the shape they have. The base wig was found locally. I bought loose hair and made a few wefts on my sewing machine and the braid. The wig was styled in an evening, and involved hairpins, a little hot glue, and a ton of Got2BGlued hairspray.

The costume was about as hard to make as I expected it to be. Difficult, but not impossible for me. I had not worked with many of the materials I made it from before and it was a learning experience.

What were folks’ reaction to your Saber when you were out at the cons ?

It was different depending on the person. Generally other cosplayers were just intrigued, and wanted to know the ins and outs of the construction. Little kids seemed to think I was something akin to a character at Disneyland, and wanted pictures, which was adorable. I had some guys who seemed to think I was a mannequin or something, and seemed mystified by my ability to talk, which was funny. I met some cool people who liked the series and they gave fan approval on my hard work. Others were quick to ask me where I bought everything, and seemed skeptical of my answer. It was a totally mixed bag, but over all, I had a lot of people interested in photographing the costume and there was plenty of positive feedback. It was a good experience.

Did you do any of the Masquerade ? I thought your outfit was pretty awesome and curious if you entered any contests.

Thank you! I haven’t entered a masquerade. I’m not really into competing, honestly. I might consider being part of a group with friends some time in the future, but I don’t see myself ever entering a masquerade on my own. I’m honestly not motivated enough to deal with the hassle of getting signed up, doing rehearsals, etc. If more conventions had hall cosplay contests, I would most certainly give one a shot, but there aren’t many of those that I know of. It also kind of goes against why I cosplay. I just really like to make the costumes and I want it to be fun to wear them. I don’t need a trophy to tell me I did something well. I get that award every time someone asks for a photo.

A friend of mine suggested this question : If you could cosplay anyone and time, money and technology were of no concern, who will it be ???

If I could, I’d want to make an awesome Motoko from Ghost in the Shell with a full scale tachikoma I could ride in. That’s pretty close to impossible, but I can dream, right ?

And finally, I’ve been asking everyone what cosplay means to them ?

Cosplay is a important hobby for me. I love the process of making something well. It’s a hobby that lets you exercise so many skills, and it’s always challenging. That’s partly why I love it. The big thing for me is the people I’ve met because of it, some of them have become dear friends I hope I can always call that, even when we’ve moved on to other hobbies and interests.

Okay, thanks a lot ! Hope to see you out at future cons ^^

www.maridah.com

[fulgensun]

Some of the things I wished the Ultimania could explain properly but never did: why did the best swimmers were sent to the underwater canal of Via Purifico to be killed (I’d say they got the you-are-not-worthy-to-be-sent-to-the-actual-Via execution actually, but Evrae was waiting for them in there, so idk) -- and, is Tidus the dream of Bahamut’s Fayth?

It is commonly believed so, and I like to think so too -- except it is not the actual truth. Which is way boring than anything else haha. The book reveals Bahamut, being the most powerful and probably ancient Fayth, “is there to act as a representative of all existing Fayth, who share the same thoughts and consciousness”. Fayth were weapons Summoners from Zanarkand used to fight -- as they did not uniquely rely on machines. While the Temple makes Spirans believe they were people who willingly gave up their lives to help people find a way to defeat Sin, in reality, they’re older than Sin itself and were victims of what Ultimania calls ‘forbidden rituals and magic’ invented by Yu Yevon himself -- basically the same ritual he taught his daughter, and that Yunalesca used to turn a guardian into the ‘Final Aeon’. Caging the soul into stone and manipulate the pyreflies to call Aeons as means to fight the War.

So the Aeons used to long for life and for their hometown, Zanarkand; that’s why many of them used to wander around the Dream city, out of nostalgia. Bahamut is the only example we are given, seeing how he supposedly hanged around Tidus from the very beginning-- even before Jecht came to Spira. All hints that he is deeply linked to Tidus -- he’s there when Tidus used to try and emulate his father, there when Tidus is told his father may never come back again... heck, Bahamut even stops time for a moment, to try to calm Tidus down during Sin’s attack. The Fayth realize they ‘must move forward’ (something they had forgotten in 1000 years) and try to stop the dream the moment Jecht becomes Sin -- a corruption of a dream.

“ The fact that Jecht, a man from Dream Zanarkand, had become Sin had a considerable impact on the behaviour of all Fayth, for someone created to be eternally at peace and in dream-like life had been caught in the terrible spiral of tragedy of Spira. This was a problem for the Fayth, who had always appeared indifferent to Spira’s status quo, and made them realize their dream had to find its end, even if that’d made them disappear. ”

It’s interesting. It implies that, had Auron chosen to be the Final Aeon instead, Tidus would have never come to Spira, the dream would have never ever ended and Yuna’s story would have been just a continuation of the spiral too. So why would Bahamut’s Fayth insist to watch over Tidus even before the dream got corrupted and his father touched Sin, then ?  As a sucker for symbolism myself, I’d say it was predestination -- no coincidence; the Fayth might have sensed it, or known it that those two would have become more than mere dreams -- it’s never revealed. For example, I always believed Bahamut had chosen to appear as a child for that reason too: not only it’s very ironic the most powerful Fayth appears as a little kid, the one most difficult to obtain too (and that Braska got first-- symbolism !); but Tidus hardly trusted adults, and still kinda doesn’t (he even says it, thus not yet considering an adult himself), while he was revered by and adored children. As a child, he could keep an eye on him easily, and the statue clearly shows the ‘sacrifice’ for Bahamut was not a child -- the soul took that form on purpose. The fact Tidus knew Bahamuth from childhood but never questioned the fact he didn’t grow, can make us even think he believed him to be an imaginary friend haha !  Still...

“He has nothing to do with the Summoning of Tidus or of the Dream City” -- indeed, for that’s mainly the job of the Fayth on Gagazet: they were the remaining alive inhabitants of Old Zanarkand, gathered on top of the mountain by Yu Yevon who transformed them into a Fayth for himself and the Dream City -- (consider that Old Zanarkand was a monarchy, Yu Yevon its king/dictator and in the novel, people of Bevelle call Yunalesca the ‘Summoner Princess of Zanarkand’ -- their reign was not a pacific one, as they did brainwash people, even kids, to send them to murder Summoners in Bevelle; now it kinda makes sense that Shuyin, an inhabitant of that very Zanarkand, didn’t want his lover Lenne to go to war too).

Yet Bahamut is the one speaking to Tidus, visiting him in dreams, revealing his true nature to the boy and, at one point, even appearing to him as he almost risked to die at sea in Djose, to bring him back to safety !  Yes, technically, Tidus is the product of the dream of the Yu Yevon which is supported by the Wall of Fayth, but willingly or not, his bond with Bahamut was there, forming even before the story had even started. It is collectively believed, and rightly so ! -- that their bond is similar to the one between Yuna and Valefor, because it kinda is, despite him not being Bahamut’s direct dream.

But wait... so I was bummed. I need to finish translating the little trivia of the FFX novelization in the Ultimania Omega but I don’t know how much other info about Bahamut’s link with Tidus will be there, honestly. But in X2 Ultimania, in Yuna’s POV story/thoughts, there’s something interesting: in the Good Ending, Yuna says she somehow ‘felt’ Tidus had returned:

“ You’re now emerging, somewhere in Spira. I can feel that. The fragments you left here, of the person who has been watching over me anywhere I went, finally came together as one to be born. Not as a dream, but as a reality. It feels as if I’m pressing my ear on your chest to hear your heartbeat. We’re connected. Valefor and Bahamut -- it’s something akin to the bond that connects the Aeons’ souls. I can hear your whistle ! ”

Yes, Bahamut might have appeared to her in the Farplane as, again, ‘representative of all Fayth’, to gather up the fragments of Tidus’ thoughts and pyreflies and grant him life at Yuna’s wish. But there is, as always, something more. The same something they did write Yuna to feel, in there -- ink on a page, Valefor and Bahamut. And I’m so grateful for that: it makes sense and gets the two of them a beautiful, strong meaning to their bond and lives too...

[baajisms]

@toghairm // 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

🍐  :    how intelligent is my muse overall?  are they smarter than the average person,  or less than?  are they primarily self-taught,  or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school?  are they more street smart or book smart?

I’d say average or maybe a little above so. Her knowledge of white magic and healing helps her stand out more than anything. She went through the same schooling as most children did in Spira, so long as they accepted Yevon’s teachings. Her parents did get her a white magic tutor as well because they felt the one that she had in school wasn’t giving her enough attention. Going from Bevelle to Macalania Temple helped a bit as well, but I don’t think it made her any more or less intelligent. Most of her knowledge came from school, the temples and the Guado to a certain extent as well. I believe Jyscal might have let her in on some of the secrets that only the Guado knew early on in their marriage. Not all, mind you, but some. 

I’d 100% say she was more book smart than street smart. She was a studious child when she wanted to be, mainly to try and please her parents and to show how devoted she was to Yevon.

🍎  :    how stable is my muse’s mental health?  have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they or should they attend therapy?

Pre-Guadosalam, I think it would have been pretty good. As good as it could be in Spira, at least. Her childhood was fairly decent, she stayed in line with Yevon’s teachings for the most part (barring the whole helping people that she probably shouldn’t have fiasco), she never wanted for much honestly. Her illness probably made her somewhat anxious (which coincidentally wouldn’t have helped with the illness) at times, but I don’t think it ever flared up into something that she needed medication or a therapist for.

However, after moving into the mansion in Guadosalam and having Seymour, I think her mental health definitely took a hit. More deets under the cut. Pre-warning, mentions of depression, anxiety and eating disorders under the cut.

The Guado shunned her and her son, her husband started becoming distant and eventually exiled them, without the proper medication & treatment her illness was threatening to kill her and the only way she could think of to get her son even the modicum of respect and attention that Anna thought he deserved was to ritualistically sacrifice herself to become an Aeon so he could defeat Sin. The last bit, while I think stems from her optimistic nihilism, probably also stemmed from a sense of depression, anxiety and/or paranoia. I think anyone in her position, especially in Baaj, would not have been able to mentally survive that long without some cracks starting to show. I think becoming a Fayth helped her realise that maybe doing that wasn’t the best idea and being able to explore Dream Zanarkand kind of helped with easing her mental struggles but I wouldn’t say it cured whatever she was going through.

If Dream Zanarkand ever had any sort of game-related therapy, then maybe I can see Anna coming to the realisation that maybe she needed some help and having a few sessions. Talking to the other Fayth helped as well, but she was never put on any medication during her time in Dream Zanarkand. I think the therapy helped a lot and eventually helped her reach the point we see her in X. Does she still blame herself? Absolutely. She fully understands how her, Jyscal and the Guado pretty much ruined any chance of Seymour having a happy childhood. Does it still come back and threaten to overwhelm her? Sometimes. But she’s past the stage of panic attacks and depressive episodes with it now and has moved on to guilt.

Post X-2 Anna suffered a bit with mental health as well. Being a Fayth for so long meant that she had no need to food, water or sleep in the way that the living did. When she became human again, she found it very difficult to eat, drink or sleep. She suffered insomnia most nights and barely slept within the first few months of her coming back to Spira. Drinking was much easier to get used to than eating was and for a while she got herself into having smoothies and soups cause they were easier to ‘eat’ than normal food. She couldn’t eat big meals at first, they made her feel sick and especially at first, very nearly did. She lost a lot of weight during those first few weeks and because she never needed to eat during her time as a Fayth, there were days when she forgot to eat until late in the evening. She started nibbling on things first and introduced more food little by little. She had a bit of anxiety of about back into the world, terrified that people would recognise her and cast her out again. It took her months to be able to get back to normal. Did she go to therapy? Once or twice, mainly to helping with eating and sleeping again. It also unintentionally helped her with being less anxious about people recognising her, cause they didn’t tend to. I don’t tend to write Anna in this time period, like at all, and tend to default to when she’s feeling better and more confident (see - when she goes to the mansion in Guadosalam).

[dxitydoo]

So... the iPhone SE...

Alright this one is gonna be a long one so scroll on past if you’re not interested. If you are, then buckle up because here’s a multi-part essay about my opinions on the new SE.

For anyone that saw my post about getting a new phone and wondered what phone I got, I got the new iPhone SE (yes, I’m an Apple person. Don’t come for me).

At first, I was seeing videos of people getting excited over the phone but now, as time has gone on, those same people are now making videos criticising the phone.

Admittedly, they have some good points to bring up. The battery of the new SE is not amazing. It doesn’t outlast my dad’s XR which is somewhat annoying to say the least.

My counter-argument to that is that it lasted a whole day of me playing games on full brightness in the sunlight and didn’t die on me once which is honestly incredible after the last phone i had but anywho we’ll discuss this later.

My problem with a lot of those videos is that I feel like they’re getting the wrong end of the stick about what the SE is trying to be and they’re comparing it to the wrong phones.

The Original SE

The original SE’s main selling point (seriously why did Apple name them like this this is confusing) was that it had the newer internals of the 6S (so the faster processor, the better camera, etc) in the smaller body of the older 5S.

That was why I, and a lot of others I’m sure, liked it. Because it was a newer phone but in a size I preferred.

It also didn’t break the bank.

The old SE was praised for combining new and old in a way that complimented the old form-factor and rejuvenated in while also allowing people to access the newer features that were coming out in updates. At the time of writing this (27/04/2020), the old SE still supports new iOS updates and runs iOS 13 with minimal hiccups (not counting the fact that iOS 13 isn’t the most bug-free of updates).

But now, in 2020, the new SE is released and people are criticising it for the same thing they praised it for back in the day. They’re complaining that it has Touch ID, that it doesn’t have a edge-to-edge display, that it’s small, that the battery isn’t good, that the camera doesn’t stack up.

Look.

Everyone is free to have their own opinion. If you don’t like the SE, that’s fine. You don’t have to. No one is forcing you to. Just keep scrolling coz I do like the SE and I’m about to defend it til I run out of breath.

The “Old” Body

The SE combines old and new. That’s it’s schtick, that’s its gimmick. It was the thing for the 2016 SE, its the same for the 2020 SE. Although I would’ve loved to see an SE with an edge-to-edge display like any of the X or the 11 range, I’m not super surprised it hasn’t happened.

In fact, the small changes they have made, such as all colours now coming with a black bevel (and the better colour matching between the bevel and the screen), make it look really high-quality and beautiful honestly.

It has the same body as the 6, yes, but it doesn’t look like the 6 because of that colour-matching. And I appreciate that.

Oh! And the back being the non-metallic colour? God that’s sexy. The back is more reminiscent of the 11 (or the XR, I suppose, depending on what colour you got) than the 6 or 7. So it’s not unchanged?

Touch ID and Haptic Touch

Again, a controversial topic. The Touch ID in the SE is like the 3rd Gen or something?? I don’t actually know. But it’s several generations in at this point and it shows.

I came from the original SE, which had one of the first ever generations of Touch ID (if not the first) and the speed with which this new phone unlocks is incredible compared to the older model.

I tap the button once and the phone unlocks instantly. That is it.

Maybe it’s cumbersome to have Touch ID back again after all this time but if you’ve come from a Touch ID phone, especially one of the older models (which really... I think that’s probably the intended audience), it’s a big improvement.

And look no further for someone who was viscerally against the fake button Haptic Touch thing.

I hated the idea of it. My view was I either wanted the real button or no button at all. Full stop. End of story. You’d never change my mind.

Yeah... the new SE changed my mind.

I have the haptics turned up to the highest setting and it actually feels like a real button. Its less spongy than a real button, of course, and feels stiffer (kinda? Maybe just shallower) but its actually a really satisfying feature.

I remember first trying the fake button on the 7 and it vibrated at the wrong time or you’d try to press it to do one thing and it’d do another. It was confusing and made it very difficult to use.

I will say now I haven’t actually tried using an 8 so I can’t pass judgement on that but i like the SE.

And the Haptic Touch is really really nice.

I never thought I’d have a phone that has built-in rumble when playing games but here we are. This is the future.

Aside from being kinda nifty to feel the vibration in your hands when something happens on-screen, the Haptic Touch vibrates under your finger when interacting with the rotating dials to set timers or reblogging posts on tumblr. It’s a weird experience but not an unpleasant one and I like it way more than I was expecting to.

The Small Size

As for the size?

I really like it.

It’s big enough that it feels like a step-up from my old phone but not so big that I’m struggling to hold it (*cough cough* the XR *cough cough*).

Okay so my touch-typing is suffering a wee bit at the moment but tbh I started to struggle on my old phone before I upgraded coz the screen was just a little too small so it’s more a me thing than an it thing. I’m sure I’ll get used to it.

The camera.

I feel the need to mention that my last phone was the 2016 SE so, maybe it’s because my standards are really low, or maybe I’ve never owned an 11 and, therefore, have no comparison for it that way? But I don’t think the camera is bad.

In fact, I would even go so far as to say the camera is really fricking good.

After using a phone with a front-facing camera that could barely shoot 480p, stepping up to 1080p on the front is Wild™. The difference between this new camera and the old one is incredible.

If you want a camera that shoots good quality photos, has good colour balance, can actually show the sky as blue when shooting through a window (yes this is how low my expectations are), then omg this phone is incredible.

Obviously, its never gonna beat the 11 with its two cameras and its not gonna be able to contend with the 11 Pro series with their three cameras but hey, the phone is like half the price so??

The Battery

Okay, so lets talk about the battery.

I know this is a bit of a sore spot with people because iPhones recently have been coming out with bigger and better batteries every year.

I did a quick check through and, according to Apple, the battery life is about the same as both the 7 and the 8, which makes sense as they all share the same body. Unfortunately, that means that its probably a size issue. As in, thats the longest a battery of that size can last in a phone. Which is kinda annoying.

But, this is a post about my experience with the SE and I haven’t ever owned a 7 or an 8. My mum owned a 7 and the battery on that was god-awful and I’ve had a much better experience with my SE than she did.

First of all: some context.

Again, a friendly reminder my last phone was a four year old SE. It was a 64GB one as well, so you know I’m being legit (they stopped selling the 64GB (in the UK at least) about a year after the phone’s initial release).

So the battery on my old phone was absolutely fine. At first. As time went on and the phone got older, it did, unfortunately, begin to struggle.

As a reference, a few months before I replaced it (given lockdown doesn’t give the most accurate overview of what it was like to use on a day-to-day basis), it wouldn’t make it through a day at school without dying at least once, sometimes twice.

I had to carry a portable charger with me everywhere I went.

I left my house when it was on 100% and, by the time I got to school after an hour on the bus, it would be on 60-70% on a good day.

Letting your battery die everyday is really not good for it but, try as I might, I couldn’t stop it from happening.

I tell you this to let you know that my criteria for a good battery is literally just “lasts me through the day”.

I’ve had my new phone for about three days now and it hasn’t died on me once.

I played games on it in bright sunlight with the phone on full brightness for several hours straight yesterday and yet it still lasted me through the day and then some. After being off charge for 11 hours, it just about hit 20% before I put it on charge.

Today, I was on social media: tumblr, instagram, youtube, for the majority of today. Both tumblr and instagram had an uncanny ability to completely decimate the battery life of my old phone. They could reduce it from 50% to 40% after 5 minutes. But, again, no problemo for my new phone.

It got to about 50% today before I put it back on charge to go have dinner.

I’d say that lasts through the day quite nicely.

Especially given it’s getting a lot more use than it would normally because a) I’m stuck inside with nothing to do and b) shiny new phone!!!

But I digress.

So, Why Does The SE Exist?

I’m gonna be real. I don’t think the iPhone SE (2020) is trying to be anything fancy. It’s not trying to be the next iPhone 11, it’s not trying to replace the XR. If anything, it’s replacing the 8.

I don’t think the SE is a bad phone. It does everything it says it does and it does it well.

I think the YouTube reviewers have it slightly wrong. I don’t think they should be comparing the SE to the 11 or the XR because, realistically, the people who own those phones aren’t gonna be buying the SE for themselves.

The people who are gonna be buying the SE are the people who have the 5s or the old SE or the 6s or even maybe the 7. (I’m not sure how noticeable the jump would be from 8 to SE, given they have very similar specs).

They’re the kind of people who want a new phone but don’t have the money to go for the more expensive XR or 11 range.

Or maybe they don’t want a giant phone because idk bout you but I have small hands and the XR is both large and heavy and that’s not practical. Plus, the XR with women’s jeans? Really? Not happening.

So, while I understand why reviewers are comparing the SE to the 11s or the XR—because the SE has the internals of those two and is closer to them in terms of release date—I don’t think it’s actually realistic.

TL;DR

YouTube reviewers are comparing the SE to the recent phones when they should be comparing it to the older ones, which is the more likely transition. The iPhone SE has a lot more going for it than people say and I really like it.

[eerythingisshaka]

Going Up?

[Trevante Rhodes x Black!PlusSize Reader]

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings:  Smut of some kind

A/N:  I FINALLY have a bday fic present for @nickidub718!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 Happy Birthday to you, I hope you had a good one and see a many more!  You’ve been a great internet fam member to me, supportive, engaging and I couldn’t rest until this fic was finished (sis, this was a challenge lol I ain’t written smut in so long).  This is my first Trevante fic, so hopefully it suffices!

The elevator dings after what felt like an eternity of waiting after you pressed the call button.  You stand by the gold gilded doors, patiently standing by until finally opened.  You do an internal fist pump at the sight of an empty car, strolling in quickly and punching your floor number and the close door button to make a clean getaway.

“Wait, hold up!”  A deep voice calls.  A hand comes between the closing doors, followed by a strong arm pushing them back forcefully.  You jump at the action breaking your peace, watching as a man exhales in relief, walking on to the elevator with a smile that would make a turkey on Thanksgiving feel at ease about their life.  

“Hey, sorry about that.  I’d hate to wait for a new one.”  The man stands across the way from you as you look ahead, giving a tight smile.  As much as you were looking forward to a ride up alone, you see out of your peripheral his wide shoulders under his dark colored jacket, beautiful dark skin tone, 6 ft at least with a voice that can make a maniac sane.

“If you don’t mind me asking, you live here?”  He asks bluntly.  You look at him in confusion.

“Um...yeah, it’s a hotel.”  You say.

He scratches the back of his head.  “Yeah I know, I just wondered were you visiting or staying.”

You watch the numbers light up as the elevator travels.

“What’s your name?”  He asks.

You scoff.  “ I honestly think you're doing a lot right now asking all these questions.”

He shakes his head.  “No...no I’m not.  It’s just….a beautiful woman like you, going home alone….must have a name.”

His smile does you in this time, making you smile back but you look away.  “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t if it weren’t for me getting stood up.  I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but work comes first….it always does.”

He clicks his thick tongue at you.  “That ain’t right.  If you were mine, I would leave work early just to see you.”  His voice drags the sentence out deep and slow.

“Yeah?”

He makes a face of disbelief.  “Hell yeah!  Dinner ready, table set, bath ran, the works!”

You shuffle anxiously, feeling yourself get warm from all of this complimentary conversation from a stranger.  “Well,  I appreciate that.  I’m sure a guy like you has his pick of the litter when it comes to women.”

He cocks his head to the side, closing the space between you ever so carefully.  “I don’t pick them, they pick me.  And I’m hoping you do tonight.”

You look up at him, studying his eyes as he becomes just inches away from your face, his soft cucumber scented cologne wafting.  You can tell in his face he was a cutie as a kid and for some reason that makes you feel safe next to him.  You can tell he is a problem, but in this moment, you really don’t care.  As long as he wasn't starting an issue with you, why not walk on the wild side for once.

“What’s your name?  You ask.

“I asked first.”  He retorts.  You give your name, and he gives his: Trevante.

“What floor are you on?” You ask.

He shrugs, eyes beginning to wander your body.  “Whatever floor you’re on.”

You decided in that moment to take a chance on him.  Your night was not going to be ruined by some asshole who wanted to neglect you on your night of much needed romance.  If another man as fine as this one comes along to volunteer to give you what you needed, who were you to look a gift horse in the dick.  

The elevator finally makes it to your floor and you both step off to walk down the hall.  Your room isn’t far as you take your keycard out to open the door.  It appears your man had intentions on making an effort, but abandoned it halfway through.  The plush carpet now has the pattern of scattered rose petals leading to the comforter of your bed.  You stare in awe of the candles on you bedside dresser and table waiting to be lit, 90s R&B playlist musing your soul as you clutch your pearls.

Trevante looks around making a low whistle with his lips.  “You really know how to wine and dine a nigga.”

You scoff at him.  “This isn’t me, this is FOR me.”  A card rests on a pillow with your name on it, handwritten by someone else obviously because your man had no good writing capabilities.  

“Read it out loud for me.”  Tre asks, coming up behind you.

You roll your eyes,, tearing open the envelope to read the note.

“‘In this place you’ll find great jewels, but these rubies were once a fools.’  Oh my God, this dude was sending me on a scavenger hunt.

Trevante looks at the note front and back.  “Huh.  Seems kinda lame but it might be fun.”   He hops on the bed, causing the rose petals to jump, stretching out like an alley cat.  “Let’s see what he got for you.”

You roll your eyes, kicking off your heels and taking off your jacket.  “Fine!  It better get tougher because this one is real elementary.”  You say as you walk over to your beveled glass jewelry box, lifting the handle to find a box of large, juicy strawberries from the farmer’s market.

“Oooh, these look delicious!  Mm, can’t wait to wrap my mouth around these…”  You moan in delight as you pick one up to enjoy.

“Aye!  Let’s make a bet?”  Trevante says as he flicks a lighter on, kneeling on the bed as he works on the bedside candles.  “Find these clues he giving you before I finish lighting these candles, and you can set the rhythm for what we do tonight.  But if I win, I do.”

You look back at Trevante, who has taken off his jacket and shoes, getting real comfortable, but agree because what else was there to do?  You pick the strawberries out the box to find a familiar looking card along the bottom of the box.  Opening it up, you read the next riddle.

“‘The city lights look so bright, good enough for an evening delight’....Ok, question.”

“Answer.”  Trevante retorts, lighting the last candle on the table and walking over to the ones on your dresser.

“You think all the riddles related to things in this room?  Cuz I’m not trying to look like a fool looking for shit on the street.”

Trevante guffaws, throwing his head back as he sets a candle down gracefully.  “It wouldn’t make sense to set all this shit up here and make you leave.  Use your head, you on the clock.”

You nod, looking at the note again.  “Ok, then I’ll check this window and see…”  Your windows were closed with heavy bamboo blinds, rolling one up you find a bottle of chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream.

Picking them up, you turn to him, making a confused face but laughing all the same.  “I hope you not lactose, because I will definitely make a split outta you in a minute.”

Trevante had two candles left on the dresser.  “You soundin a little nervous over there, tryna tell jokes and shit.  You got one more clue before I win my night with you.”  He wiggles his eyebrows at you tauntingly.  

You roll your eyes, peeling a card off the back of the syrup bottle.  “It’s fine, I’m not a sore loser.”

“Yeah, you bout to be though.”  He mutters.

“‘Treats aren’t sweet until they are in the right wrapper.  Open this door to find yours.’  Ok, I don’t think they’re making this big of a deal for a condom, so let’s see...Should I go ahead and check my closet?”

Trevante is holding the last candle in his hand, unlit and tossing it up in the air like a softball repeatedly.  “Couldn’t hurt to check.”

You put the cream and syrup down, making a beeline for your closet, pulling back the doors to find a black box with a red ribbon wrapped around it.  Your mouth fell open as your fingers traced the embedded Savage x Fenty label on the top.  

“You got two minutes to put that on before I order you forfeit.”  Trevante’s voice carries across the room as a warning.

“This isn’t a very fair game, I gotta say.”  You whine, picking up the box to head to the bathroom.

“Where you goin?”  Trevante questions your path with a quickness.

You freeze in place.  “I’m goin to change…”

Trevante shakes his head slow.  “Uh uh, I want you to change out here.  Make sure things are fitting right.”  He sits on the edge of the bed, wide legged to study your every move.

You balk at him.  “I don’t know you and you’re just being really extra right now, but I fucks with it so lemme shut up.”

You see Trevante’s white teeth like the Cheshire cat in the shadows as you untie the knot and open the box.  You’ve been eyeing some new shit from Rihanna’s line for a minute but didn’t have the courage to bite the bullet for fear of disappointing quality or sizing problems.  Past the wrapping paper, you find a royal purple bra and panty matching set.  Both have a satin applique embroidery across the material that made the sexy set so cute.

“Aww, look!  This is one of the ones I wanted to try!”  You exclaim, tossing the items on the bed to proceed to snatch your shirt and skirt off without shame.

You hear the flick of his lighter as he ignites the last candle.  “Yeah, you got good taste.  That color gonna look bomb on you too.”

You turn away from him as you take off your tired bra to replace it with the new Fenty certified one.  You felt your girls lift with pride as you clasp the hooks behind you and adjust the straps.  A little recalibrating of your titties and BAM!  You were ready to work work work!  Next you drop your draws kick them off to the side and pull up the matching new pair.  These also have an adorable peekaboo lace up right above your booty that you quickly admire as you run to the mirror to turn and look at.  

The panties have little charms on either side, no bigger than your pinky nail:  a dice block, heart, x and o’s, and a cherry.  You couldn’t help drinking in your reflection in the mirror, sliding your hands across the material holding up your breasts, running your fingers down your cleavage over your belly to the top of your waistband.  The material leaves little to the imagination due to it being sheer as well as tightly fitted around your waist and thighs.

You barely notice Trevante walking up behind you in the reflection, feeling yourself get shy again as he breaks your trance in your own world.

“How you like em?”  He asks, licking his lips as he stands just inches behind you, lightly twirling a charm between his fingers against your hip.

You nod biting your lips.  “It’s perfect, so damn sexy and cute, just my speed.”

Trevante breathes in deeply as he wraps his arms around you, putting a steady squeeze on your frame as he chin rests against your shoulder.  “I don’t think we hit your speed yet.”

“No?”  You ask quietly, resting your hands on top of his.

He shakes his head, spreading his hands wide across your stomach, appreciating the softness of your lingerie and body under his grasp, squeezing your hips roughly, you feel his presence against you even more.

“I like this on you, for sure.  But I think you could use a few extra...toppings to set you off.”  He looks at you in the reflection mischievously.

Your eyes squint as the gears start to turn in your head.  “And that means…”

Trevante pecks your cheek lightly as he points to the table with your scavenger items lined up:  whipped cream, strawberries, and chocolate syrup.

You laugh out loud, bumping your butt against him to push him off you.  “I’m not trying to be a sundae for you,  I just wanna fuck.”

Trevante’s mouth hangs open in a wide as he struts slowly across the floor to pick up the items.  “You see the room right?  Lit up, aromatic, turned down just so that we can turn up, yeah?”

You nod in agreeance.

“But, the bet at the beginning was that if I beat you at putting on the final touches, i.e. the candle lighting, then I get to use this on you as I so choose.  You remember that?”

His tone is cocky, conniving, yet so charismatic as he convinces you of the deal you agreed to.

You cross your arms defensively.  “I ain’t into food fights man, this just seems extra complicated and boring to me.”

Trevante shakes his head, smiling all the same.  “You don’t know me well enough.  I’ll make it interesting, I promise.  Just sit back on the bed there.”

You scoff at him walking in the direction hesitantly.  “If you get one drop of that chocolate on these good sheets, I swear.”

“You better be glad you look good walking away, or I wouldn’t make this as fun for you no more.”  Trevante says,  putting the goods on his side of the bed, untucking his shirt, opening each button one by one.

“I don’t want fun, I want the business.”  You mutter, laying back with a plop on the pillows.

Trevante shrugs his shoulders as he reaches to untie his tie.  “Put your hands up.”

You look at the tie in his hands and back at his face, shaking your head.  Trevante tuts at you, gripping your forearms firmly as he swings his leg over you to straddle.  He brings lowers himself over you, eyes moving slowly over your face, studying you.  

“You said you wouldn’t be a sore loser.  Now you know I won’t hurt you, so quit acting silly and relax for once.”

You mull over his words.  “You know you haven’t kissed me since I got here.”

Tre’s lips curl back at your words before landing softly on top of yours.  This is just enough to get you started as you parted your lips quickly to let your tongue loose across his lips.  You wanted him badly in between you but his straddling you made that impossible.  You allowed him to move your arms back as your tongues teased one another, he moans into your mouth while sucking down hard on your bottom lip, intoxicating your senses before you realized his hands worked the scarf around your wrists and the headboard.  

His hands run down the soft parts of your arm, reaching just above your armpit you begin to squirm.

“Tre!  Stop!  You not supposed to be tickling me, DAMN!”  You giggle between protests.  

Trevante laughs triumphantly as he reaches for the hem of his tank top to stretch it over his body, tossing it across the room safely away from the flames.  Your breath catches in your chest as you view his body.  He was not playing fair keeping you strapped down from feeling his beady curls decorating his proud chest, and not allowing your palms to caress the defined mountains and canyons that made up his abdominals.  If chocolate cake turned into a man with the snap of your fingers, Trevante would appear.  He looked just as succulent, rich, and left you licking your fingers wanting more.

“Ok, what now?”  You ask breathlessly.  Trevante gets up to walk casually to the end of the bed, grabbing the whipped cream.

“Open your them legs for me.”  He commands you, shaking the can as he growth in his pants.  You do so eagerly, feeling slight relief in letting your pussy breathe from the building pressure on her.  He walks on his knees toward you, laying prone between your thighs, aiming the can at your inner right thigh.  The air pressure sound of the can makes you jump a little as the white cream fluffs across the darker skin if your inner thigh, contrasting well for Trevante’s view.

He sets the can down, unfurling his wide tongue, spreading it across you skin to lap up the sweet indulgence between your legs.  Your leg jumps at the sensation making your core throb as you bite your lip at the sight, you laugh nervously.

“Do it taste good to you?”  You ask meekly.

Trevante nods.  “Of course you sweet to me.  You wanna try it?”  

You nod, opening your mouth as he grabs the can.  He tips the can to his mouth, filling it with cream before meandering his way up your body.  You try to hold back your laughter as you toys with your mouth, nudging it with his nose and lips to feed you the cream.  

“You are ridiculous!”  You exclaim but eventually opening your to his, he uses his tongue to give you a taste, letting you suck the sweetness from his mouth.  The action becomes more natural as his hips instinctually rock against your heat, stiffening against you.  You get excited from his quiet ‘shit’ you hear him say as he breaks away from your mouth.

He shakes his head to clear his mind, blinking a few times as he straightens up to grab the syrup.  “Ok, punishment almost done.”

You stick your bottom lip out.  “Darn!”

His muscles flex as he breaks the seal of the bottle, popping the top.  “Where should I put this?”

“Do I get a say in that?”  You ask.

He smirks shaking his head.  “It was rhetorical.”  His wide hand lays flat against your throat, not applying pressure but caressing the sensitivity of your windpipe and what could be.  His chest rises and falls while his eyelids grow heavy.  His hand travels down your neck to massage your titty, thumbing across the peak of one of your nipples, your back caves toward him begging for his touch to deepen.  

He tips the bottle bottle over your midsection, making a circle around your belly button.  He bends down to bring his tongue across you, enjoying dessert on your belly.  His tongue linger over one area of your stomach.

“I like this scar here.”  He says softly, tracing the bolt of stretch marks across your belly like a treasure map.  

You grow anxious from this intimacy.  Noticing details about your body, worshiping the ‘imperfections’ made you feel more beautiful than he could ever understand.  

“I earned them.  This thickness doesn’t come cheap.”  You quip.

Trevante looks up at you with a look of desire you barely had time to decipher.  

“I’m glad you’re giving me a chance to enjoy it.  It’s so damn sexy.”  His tone drops an octave causing you to writhe under him.

“How sexy am I to you?”

His eyes lock on your as his fingers reach the tops of your cups, to free your breasts from their binds.  He brings them together gently, kissing around your areola slowly.  Each audible peck, seeing the softness of this hard boy over you made your senses go into overdrive, threatening your shoulder sockets as you begin to buck your ties when his mouth locks onto your nipples.  

You gasp, melting yourself into his mouth as much as possible as you encourage him through gritted teeth.  Your legs rub along his sides, hooking him closer to your core as you hope for more of him to come soon.  

Trevante pulls himself from your chest to crawl downward, firmly but carefully pulling down your charmed underwear.

“Tre, wait!”  

Trevante wasn’t looking for that reaction as he peered at you in confusion.

“I mean, just untie me.  I can’t take anymore of this without some control of my body, and I know that mouth will make me dislocate my arms.”

Trevante shakes his head as he crawls over you to turn you loose.  “Aight, but don’t be wildin on me.”

Soon as you felt the loosening of your wrists, you tore yourself away pushing Tre on his back.

“Whoa, the fuck?  I thought I -”

“That’s not what I wanna hear.  Get to work!”  You adjust yourself across his face, splaying your pussy above his mouth.  “You wanna eat so damn bad, eat something good for you.”

You pat his head between your legs as he looks up at you playfully while you unhook your bra to free your titties completely.  His hands wrap around your thighs before dipping into your treasure, spreading your lips with his tongue, painting his name inside of you.  

Your jaw drops at first lick, contracting your stomach as he teases your clit with a smart occasion flick that makes you putty in his hands.  Your dare to sit yourself down further on his face, which Tre moans gleefully over.  The sucking, tasting sounds of his mouth against you make you shiver as you connect it to your orgasm building.  

“Stay right there, that’s….the rhythm I….OH!”  You grip his skull like a bowling ball as you become unhinged.  Tre smacks your ass, shaking it to and fro while you ride your orgasm out arching backward on a high.  You work your hips into his mouth while reaching backward. Finding the top of his trousers.  

Expertly, you undo his top button, sliding his fly down carefully as his erection threatens the room left in his pants.  You look over your shoulder seeing his dick resting against his stomach, thick and heavy, and jerking every so often.  Taking the tip in your hands, you massage his already moistened head, stretching the wetness along his shaft.

Tre smacks your ass again.  “You gonna kill me with this pussy of yours.” He says with a southern drawl.

You laugh breathlessly as you feel him grow under your grip.  “And imma bring that ass back to life just so I can ride this dick again.”

You smile to yourself proudly jacking him off while he eats you out, a happy prequel to your love making.  

But Tre isn't one to keep you comfortable in one spot too long.  Before you knew, his grip on your backside grows stronger.  You feel his thighs tightening and soon you're up in the air.  Tre went from completely flat to lifting you in the air with nothing to hold onto but his head.  Your hands and thighs grip around him with a death grip.

“Tre! Don't you EVER do that without telling me first!”  you scold him, thank God and cursing him.

Trevante’s hands find the center of your back and leans forward.  Your thigh grip lessens but you keep a firm grip on his head as your legs roll down his shoulders.

You look up at him petrified in this circus act while he just grins at you all goofy.  “If I told you, you wouldn't wanna do it.”

Your heart rate begins to calm down some.  “Yeah you right!”

Tre shrugs.  “I can't help but want my baby sitting high on her throne.  That pussy motivates me to do some crazy shit, and that look on your face was worth it.”

“That so? Or you just tryna make sure you don’t cum too fast on me?” You rebuttal.

He looks up a moment in thought.  “nah, i don't think that's ever happened.  That was a cute trick though.”

“You're not the only one with em.”  You say, stroking his beard shining with your juices embedded in his curls.  You couldn't help but want a taste as you kissed him, hungrier than before with the whipped cream.  You couldn't take much more foreplay and Tre read that too as you feel one hand playing with his dick between you, slapping it across your pussy lips.  He exhaled sharply through his teeth as you massage his scalp, scooting to line yourself up with his dick more; a feat more difficult given your legs on his shoulders.  But once he found his way inside, your extremities unanimously degraded under his girth.  Your back bent outta shape as your neck gave way to moan.  He hadn't even made his way completely inside and you were already a mess.

“Shhh, don't start acting up.  I ain't even started with you yet.”  Tre says, kissing your chin softly.

“Just go slow, gatdamn.”  You wince.

“Don't worry, I plan to savor every surface of these walls.” He groans as you feel him stretch you out more and more.  The first stroke took forever to complete before he was deep inside you, your muscles contracting around his dick without control to become used to him, now you needed him to move.  Knees in your chest, dick in your gut, you could barely breathe.

“You want me to hit that pussy fast or slow?”  He asks, gripping your hips to move you on him slowly.

You feel flush and anxious.  “Just hit it daddy, please.  I need it.”

He nods laying his forehead against yours.  “Whatever you want.”  Sounded more like a warning as he splayed your legs wider to wrap around his body.  You rub his neck gingerly as he pulled in and out of you slow at first, your pussy makes soft, wet noises, pleasantly accepting his dick within you.  

Soon his pace begins to quicken, spreading his lap under you for stability as his hips rise against you.  His strokes create a recoil in your body, bouncing against him erratically.  You hold tight to his shoulders for dear life feeling yourself on the edge.

Trevante’s face fights for a stoic appearance but you make it hard for him.  “Who you been hiding this pussy from?”

You run your hands along his chest; soft skin over a hardened interior, your own personal human stress ball to squeeze.  

“I haven’t...hid from nobody…”  You say broken up by your passions.  

Trevante’s  pulls you into him, holding you tightly as he suckles on your neck and chest, using his full arm strength to bounce you on top of him vigorously.  The sudden change in position shocked the hell out of your clit, now getting direct stimulation with his rhythm.  

“Mm, that ass sounds nice bouncing on me.  Make it sing baby.”  Tre encourages you as you attempt to keep up before your climax makes you almost tap out.  But Tre wasn’t a quitter, making sure you whimpered his name like it was your final wish.

Tre groans loudly, taking your hair in his hands to pull your mouth on his once more, his tongue dances inside your mouth so strong you knew it wasn’t over yet.

A smack on your left booty cheek brings you back down to earth again.  “Get on your hands and knees, I wanna see that ass bounce on me in real time.”

Before your could protest for a break, he picks you up with one arm wrapped around your waist before turning and tossing you on the bed.  

“Oh shit!  Damn you too strong!  You hulking out on me when I’m vulnerable.”  You whine as he twists your leg to turn you over.

“There you go talking again.  The game is over, and I ain’t come here to play with you.”  He lays on top of you starting at the nape of your neck, sliding kisses down your back.  Your muscles twitch with each massage of his mouth over your back, not missing a nook or cranny around before reaching your backside.  Tre creates an arch in your back, pulling your hips back and knees forward for the perfect position.

Tre chuckles as he rubs on your cheeks.  “I think we got this pussy going rabid now.”

“The fuck does that mean?”  You ask, face down in your comforter.

“Pussy lookin like it’s foaming at the mouth, it’s so creamed up.  Ain’t no dick like new dick for you, huh?”  Tre emphasizes his point with a simple stroke of his tip against your pussy lips

You nod, looking back at him sheepishly.  “Mhm, it’s my favorite.  You’ve been a big surprise.”

“We gotta make this happen more often…”  Tre pushes himself inside you again, renewing your arousal.  Gripping the sheets you steady yourself for him to pound away, but instead are met with a slow, almost lazy stroke.  

You whine.  “What’re you doing, give me something.”

Tre  just stands behind you rubbing your back.  “I said I wanna see that ass dance, make it dance.”  

You smirk as you catch his drift, pushing back into him until you feel your limit being reached, sliding down his shaft again.  You make a slight wind of your hips as you maintain a rhythm, bumping your cheeks against this pelvis.

“God, you feel so good.”  You moan as your head drops.

“Uh uh, come on, that shit looks too good, pick your head up and throw it back.”  Tre demands, sliding his hand up your back to pull your head back.  You seethe from the new pressure but fall in line with his encouragement.  Retaining your posture you bounce against him thoughtfully, squeezing around him periodically for good measure.  Tre leans over you keeping ahold of your hair as the applause of your bodies in motion raises in volume.

“That’s it, put all that shit on me.”  Tre  says, biting down as your pussy yanks his dick over and over again.

“Yes, daddy, mm hurt me please.”

“You say hurt you?”

You nod, grabbing your breasts to stabilize their bounce as he pounds against your ass, slapping you over and over.  You knees begin to give out, falling down on the bed as Tre follows behind you.

“I don’t know what you running from.  You want this ass whipped, Imma give you that.”  He says, throttling your pussy as you lay on your stomach, fingers clawing into your linens, toes gnarled in arousal as you scream into the mattress.

“What was that?”  Tre asks, pausing his assault as he lifts on leg to twist you around on your back while still inside you.  Putting one leg on your shoulder.  He leans over you with hands on either side of your body thrusting harder within you.  Your hand presses against his stomach,trying your best to remain in control.

“What were you saying when I had that ass in the air?”  Tre asks.

You stifle your moans, gritting your teeth.  “It.. wasn’t...nothing…”

“You look like you got a lot to say, so say it.”  Tre breathes hard over you, grabbing your titties as his strokes doesn’t relent.

“It’s...too….good…”  You squeak.

“What is?”  His hands find your throat.

“That...dick...ohhhh, it’s too good!”

“You ain’t telling me shit I don’t know.  This pussy takin it well.”  He squeezes his hands around you.

You sigh loudly feeling your arousal climb as your breathing shallows.  “You make it feel good daddy!”

“You gonna save this pussy for me later?”  Tre asks.

“I’ll save it for you again and again and-AH!”  You smack his chest in frustrated bliss as he makes you cum hard, strangling his shaft between you, your leg threatens to cramp up as he bears down on you, keeping you hollering at the top of your lungs as your hands fall, surrendering to his body.  

“I want stay in this.” Tre groans.

“Cum in me baby, please cum.”  You beg, holding his face carefully,  He turns his head to kiss your palm, digging you out dramatically as his pressure climbs.  Soon his body falls on top of you, filling you up.

“Ah, fuck. Oh shit, girl.  Damn….”  You both remain still a minute, heartbeat to heartbeat still excitedly beat as your bodies catch up to the current intermission.  

Tre rolls off of you and on his back, watching the ceiling.  You carefully roll over in his area, kissing his chest, twirling and rubbing the hairy, soft, firmness that is his magnificent body; feeling the rise and fall of his tightening stomach.  

“How long you want me around for?”  Trevante asks, running his fingers along your face.

You rest your chin on his chest, thinking.  “I would feel bad if I didn’t get you some room service by the time morning comes.”

“What about ole dude?  He not coming back tonight?”

“Honey, he’s not coming nowhere near me after this.  My pussy got a whole new muscle memory that he is no longer eligible for.”

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At All Costs (Charlie Weasley x Reader) - Part 7

Harry Potter - Charlie Weasley x Reader

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A/N: Warning: talk of sex, talk of violence, general horrible death eater BS... Also this chapter is plot heavy so get strapped in! Sorry for the minor delay. Baby is teething (first tooth is just below the surface, poor thing) and is in need of many cuddles.

“He wants the Sword of Gryffindor,” you said into the silence between you and Charlie as you laid together in the forest grove. Charlie’s bare chest rose and fell with ease beneath you until you spoke those words. You felt the pause, the stress overwhelming him as you turned your talk from sweet nothings to serious business.

“Can’t give a man a minute to recover himself?” Charlie asked with a laugh you knew was meant to ease his worries more than your own. He kisses the top of your head as he pulled the blankets tighter around you both.

“Sorry, love.”

Charlie sighed, “Next time I come visit, there is a moratorium on shop talk until we have our clothes back on.”

“Oh, Charlie, then that would be never!” you whined.

“Exactly,” Charlie confirmed as he snuggled deeper into the blankets beside you, rubbing the sheen of sweat still upon his skin against you cheek as he did so.

You let out a huff and fell back against the mound of pillows that made your makeshift love fort, pulling yourself away from the encompassing arms of your fiance. He tried his hardest to keep a hold of you as you rolled and let out a groan as he realized you were getting too far away. He allowed you a moment to settle yourself before patiently crawling towards you. When you nodded, he curled himself back up against your form, this time positioning his head on your chest, placing you in the position of dominance, a sign he was willing to listen.

Charlie lifted his hand, motioning you to continue talking once he was fully settled.

“Well obviously I can’t let the sword get to them but I have no idea how to obtain the sword myself. I know it is in the headmaster’s office. I’ve seen it in meetings. But do I steal it and just let Snape figure out how to deal with Voldemort, knowing Snape will suspect I took it and probably come after me, or do I somehow find a way to conjure a passable fake to replace it? And I can’t just walk into Snape’s office and lift it from the wall. All the portraits will talk.”

“Well, how did Harry get it?” Charlie asked.

You reached up to run your hands through his locks, loose underneath your chin, as you thought hard on the matter.

“I’m honestly not sure. Ginny probably knows, though.”

“And why do you think chief death eater wants the Sword of Gryffindor?”

“Does it really matter?” you sighed. You turned over to stare into the fire, already feeling like this mission was too much for you. Your heart rate began to rise and you feel shakes coming on. Charlie’s grip tightened on your waist in response.

“Hey, hey,” he whispered into your ear as he moved up to kiss the pulse against your neck, “We’ve got this, love. It’s okay.”

You took some stabilizing breaths. It was such a weird feeling, being scared. Years as an auror you thought had made you impervious to fear. But then again, you always had a mission plan and a boss to guide you  and a clear moral understanding of your goals, not to mention a Charlie to hold you and help you celebrate when you returned. This uncertainty, this one foot in, one foot out thing you were doing was exhausting and it was becoming near impossible to see the forest through the tree.

The flames grew and flared red and orange and vibrant white as sparks shot up into the sky around you with each crack of the wood. You tried to align your breathing with the crescendo of the fire. Slowly, but surely, you regained yourself.

“It matters,” Charlie began to explain when he felt you relax, “because any fake sword you make will need to mimic the specific properties Voldemort is interested in.”

You thought deep, “Harry did stab a basilisk with it. I’ll have to see if there is a way to detect that kind of blood.”

“There isn’t unless you use it. The blood is invisible but the effects linger,” Charlie interjected. When you looked down at his face again you saw him beaming.

You laughed, “I knew there had to be a reason I’m marrying a creatures expert.”

Charlie laughed too, peppering your collar bone with kisses. His hands came down a little bit to hold and lift your hips ever so slightly, giving him the space to move between your legs once more. His lips ran down your sternum, occasionally looking up to meet your eyes as he sank even lower. You threw your head back to his attentions, but when he bit the skin of your hip bone, you jumped a little and gave him your eyes again.

“Keep talking, love,” he whispered up with a smirk, “I’m still listening.”

And as he dove down below the covers, you continued to plan, pausing to breathe or moan every now and again. And by the time you had a fully formed strategy, the moon was high in the sky, you were completely and utterly sated, more exhausted than you had been in many months, and somehow even more in love with the man holding you close as he snored lighting in your ear. You felt confident as you closed your eyes to sleep.

“Ms. Weasley?” you called to the retreating form of sixth years leaving your classroom.

Today's lesson had been on proper protection tactics against grindylow and honestly you were beginning to see the recognition on some students’ faces that you were subtly trying to teach them defensive magic, which scared you a little. Drawing a line so students knew you weren't the kind of evil the Carrows were offering was important, but you also didn't want them to accidentally say anything to Snape that might add to his suspicion. You needed to be the nice death eater, but a death eater nonetheless. On that front, you knew you were failing, but honestly you were having a hard time caring when children's lives were at stake.

You watched Ginny whisper something to Luna before falling behind, waiting for you by the exit until everyone had filed out. Once they had, you moved to shut the door and casted a silencing and locking charm. Ginny smiled once you were surely alone.

“Someone seems happy today,” she teased, plopping her stuff down onto the desk she had just vacated, “Did my brother fly up last night? Leave a good impression?” Ginny was trying her hardest to suppress a smirk.

You shot her a glare as deadly as you could muster, but all Ginny could do was laugh.

“Y/N, you really need to practice your evil faces! That’s pathetic!”

You sighed and plopped down into the seat beside your soon-to-be sister. You gentle laid your head upon her shoulder and she responding in turn. With her head resting upon your crown, you began to lay out in detail what you needed to know.

“The Sorting Hat,” Ginny said when you finished your whispered ramble in her ear. “Harry pulled it from the Sorting Hat somehow. I never really understood it, I wasn’t awake for that part, but he always told me it just fell on his head when he told the Sorting Hat he needed help.”

You leaned up and kissed your sister-in-law’s cheek.

“I can work with that. Thank you.”

Ginny reached down and grabbed your hand as it rested on your thigh.

“We’re family. I don’t know as much as you about this place, and I have no way to get in touch with Harry, but... I’ll be by your side through all of this. I promise,” she said and you could hear the sadness in her voice. You knew how much she loved Harry. It seemed even mentioning his name was painful for her. This war had torn too much couples apart and now that you heard her speak of it, you felt insanely guilty that each Tuesday she had to see your beaming face in this classroom as a result of the hours you were able to spend with her brother in the woods, renewing your love over and over.

You felt the lump in your throat but before you could address it, Ginny exhaled a giant puff of air and stood. She offered you a wave as she slung her bag back over her shoulder. She took a few steps towards the door, but paused before she could reach the handle.

“Oh, I still haven’t seen the ring!”

You reached into your robes and pulled out the long chain upon which you kept it, buried deep under your layers and much closer to your heart.

Ginny stepped forwards to exam the gold in detail.

“Norberta did a good job,” Ginny said as the light caught the bevelled edges, “So shiny.”

Charlie hadn’t explained to you the origin of the ring, but knowing he had forged it himself with the help of the one dragon who loved you more than any other and that he had done it with enough foresight for Ginny to be in on the secret had you beaming. He really did love you, not that you ever doubted.

Ginny returned the ring to you with a half smile before walking forward again and twisting the door handle. When it wouldn’t open, she turned to you with a proper death glare, one much better than any you could manage.

With a laugh, you lifted your wand and spoke the counter charms that would unlock the door for her. As you watched her exist, you took a moment to examine the wand in your hand again. Dragon heartstring, you thought, how fitting. The wand really does choose the wizard.

You watched the long nose of Amycus Carrow lift at your knocking, casting a shadow over the devious smile that played on his lips the instant he made sense of your form.

“May I come in?” you asked from the doorway, trying your hardest to hold your hands in front of you and play the meek creature that his ego so desperately wanted to conquer.

“Of course, my sweet,” he cooed, shuffling the papers on his desk as though he were somehow busy, “In need of my services?”

You took steady steps into the room, making a careful point not to shut the door behind you, not trusting that you were by any means safe alone with this man. You intentionally didn’t take either of the seats in front of his desk as his hand gesture clearly offered. You instead nestled yourself on the corner, on top of a few of his papers, so your legs hung dangerously close to his hands and you could lean over just enough for him to smell you if he wanted.

“In a way,” you whispered as you reclined on your hand across his desk, a look that to some would be casual, but to a man ready to pounce on you at any moment was dominant. “I was wondering if you knew anything about Snape’s schedule, say a time where he might be out of the castle, so we might have a little fun with the children…”

You reached forward to play with the hem of his robe that formed his sleeve. You knew exactly what disgusting thing he was going to say, and so you steeled your brain accordingly.

“Oh, you tease,” he purred as he allowed his hand to roam up your thigh, “I’d much prefer we have a little fun instead.”

You sighed, “As tempting as that is, I really do think these children could use some proper discipline.”

Carrow just sighed and grabbed around your kneecap.

“Snape’s meeting with our lord tonight after dinner. Delivering the sword, I think. Alecto was complaining about having to stand guard at Bellatrix’s vault tonight during breakfast. .”

You leaned forward and kissed his cheek. You quickly plopped down from the desk and practically skipped to the door, pausing to give him a smile.

“You’re a life saver!”

“Glad I could help,” Amycus said more to your rear than your face, “And I’ll leave my door open tonight should you be in need of any additional hands.”

You smiled and did your best to blush before shutting the door behind you. The instant you heard it click, you shook with disgust. But you got what you needed. You ran your hand over your knee, trying to remember Charlie’s hands there instead of the creep on the other side of the wall, welcomed consensual touches instead of violations. Some day that would be all your body would know.

After a robust dinner, you followed Snape back towards his office, using the excuse of needing to discuss the specifics of your lesson plan now that your master had seen to changing the legal statuses of certain beings, beasts, and spirits to fit his disgustingly warped world view. Of course, you didn’t say it that way to Snape.

When you reached the door to the headmaster’s office, your boss turned to you with a dismissive eyebrow. You nodded and turned to leave him, but stayed just long enough to hear him whisper his password, “doxy venom,” before the statue slammed shut behind him.

As night fell, you roamed the halls, part of your rounds as a professor. You knew kids would be sneaking around. You knew you would catch a few. The Carrows had been doing their best to torture any poor student found out of their beds and you knew the same would be expected of you. Anything less would raise suspicions. So you did your best to be unseen, or at least make your presence known with loud noises and long shadows so the young ones could disperse and hide as necessary. The only exceptions you made to the rules were Ginny and Luna, who knew of your proper affiliations. And McGonagall often took duties with you so she could stumble upon students before you, and play good cop-bad cop to maintain your reputation.

But tonight you were the one doing the sneaking. As you came along the third floor, well into the wee hours of the morning, you took a moment to cast an invisibility charm on yourself, your favorite bit of auror magic, and walked as slowly as you could to the tower of the headmaster.

After a minute of walking, the sound of a shutting door left you still and silent. You turned to see two seventh years in their pajamas leaving an unoccupied classroom. They seemed to whisper a few words, the taller looking around the corridor before leaning down to kiss the other. It was a slow, chaste kissed, unpracticed but loving, and you watched them hold hands until they had to part ways for their respective towers.

You smiled to yourself once they were gone, remembering all the nights you stood watch over some meet-up location as Charlie finished rounds. You remembered that first night back in fifth years where you had kissed Charlie in the artifacts room as you sorted through your brother’s papers. And then he kissed you in turn until dates to Hogsmeade and night time meet-ups became commonplace. You shared many kisses just like the one you just witnessed, so inexperienced but so eager. You loved those kisses, touched your lips during class and dreamt of them for days. If only you knew then the kinds of kisses Charlie could give you in the cover of darkness after years of perfecting loving one another.

You shook your head to refocus. And with an uttered “doxy venom” you entered the headmaster’s quarters and made you way up the stairs towards the impressive office above.

Just as you suspected, all the headmaster portraits were sleeping, or at least pretending to. The shelf upon which the sword normally sat was bare. It was late enough now that Snape had to have passed off the sword. They wouldn’t waste time transferring it to the vaults. Once it was there, no one would know if it magically disappeared. You doubted anyone would check for quite some time. And so you tiptoed as best you could across the room, behind Snape’s desk, doing your best not to disturb the intricate display of many rare and delicate potions. You reached up on stable feet to grab the lump of sleeping fabric that was the Sorting Hat.

As quietly as you could, you cast an invisibility charm up the hat so it wouldn’t appear to be floating, and rushed as quickly as you dared out of the tower.

Just a few minutes later, you were swiftly shutting the doors to your quarters behind you, undoing your invisibility with a swift motion of your wand. You immediately felt exhausted from which a drain on your magic, but it was worth it.  You felt the fabric of the Sorting Hat move against the crock of your arm, clearly angry at being kidnapped. You pulled it away to set it on the bed in front of you. When you cast the counter to make it visible again. you could tell it had been speaking.

“...far too early to be disturbed…” it was muttering at no one in particular.

You took a second to think, wanting the hat to quiet so you could tell it the whole story. But then again, did it need to know? Would it tell Snape? Would it decide you weren’t trustworthy and scream for the whole castle to hear? And how does one even retrieve a sword from a hat? Do you just ask? Does it only appear to noble Gryffindors who have proven their bravery? If only you could get it to see your true intentions, to understand the whole situation…

You grabbed at the hat and pulled it tight down upon your head, blocking out the light and surrounding you in only the gentle sound of its voice.

“Ah, dear Y/N,” it whispered directly into your ears, “It has been a long time since I’ve sat upon your head. Still so filled with mischief. Still so eager to make a difference. I made the right call with you, if I do say so myself.”

“Listen, I need your help,” you began, “I need the--” “The Sword of Gryffindor, yes. I see,” it sung to you, “I thought the day might come soon when I was needed for such a noble purpose again. But I did hope it might be in battle or conquest or something more grand than this. To hide away such a beautiful thing seems a pity, don’t you think?”

“I don’t have time for this! I just--” you began to rant but then you felt a knock on your head, hard and cold. And when you pulled off the hat, it smiled at you.

“Help is always given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it,” the hat said in what sounded like it was going to be the first lines of a new tune. But it stopped when you tipped it over.

You bend down to look into the long cone of fabric and at the very back you saw the shine of polished silver and an impressive cluster of rubies that could only be the hilt of the sword of a man as garish and courageous as Godric Gryffindor.

You reached deep into the hat and pulled out in a single smooth motion the giant broadsword, almost too long and heavy even for you. You examined the intricate silverwork, the sharpened edges, the perfect weight distribution. It really was a work of art, the perfect weapon. You moved to the wardrobe on the other side of the room, setting the sword underneath the boards for the bottom drawer, hidden in the depths. It would be a few days before you could bring the thing to Charlie to fly back and keep hidden with the Order for whenever Harry should need the thing again. Until then, you would need to keep it protected among your own possessions.

You were just replacing the last of the wood planks when a blast knocked open your bedroom door.

Headmaster Snape stood in the doorway, still wearing his heavy black travel robes. His hair was a muss against his face and his eyes were piercing, furious. You turned, falling on your rear at the base of your wardrobe, concealing as much of the sword as you could with your body. But it didn’t matter.

On instinct, not even processing your intruder, you flung your arm forward and shot a knockback jinx in his direction, which he swiftly dodged. He raised an eyebrow at your aggression, holding his wand in front of him in menace.

“Don’t make me take that thing away from you,” he hissed and at his command you lowered your wand, but only a little, ready to duel should the need arise.

Snape looked you over, and then at the hat. With a nod to you, he placed his wand in his pocket. He took two great strides towards your bed, picked up the hat and stuck his hand inside. You watched the bit of silver still sticking out of the wooden boards dematerialize, the particles pulling apart and vanishing in but an instant.

When you turned back to look at Snape, he held the hat still in one hand, its mouth moving in protest of being upside down, and the Sword of Gryffindor in his other, the end of it piercing slightly into the carpet of underneath your four-poster.

Before you could even utter a question from your place still on the floor, Snape spoke.

“You know, Dumbledore often said we sort too soon,” he mused, a smile almost pulling at his lips. Almost. “It seems we’ve both had reason to flex our bravery of recent. Come, L/N. I believe it is time we talk… candidly.”

You did your best to stand and straighten out your robes. Snape tossed you the Sorting Hat without a thought and with a flourish, he was out of the room.

You quickened your strides to catch up with him, finding him standing beside a statue you knew to be a secret passage between your floor and his. You had no idea anyone else but the twins and Harry new about these hidden tunnels, and so when Snape easily slipped behind and began his journey onward, you found your mind reeling with all the things you were now realizing had failed to fly under his radar.

As he uttered the password to the statue guarding his quarters, he finally turned to you. He waited for the statue to reveal the passageway and simply waved his hand, urging you inside before him.

You took a moment to assess his features. They were softened somehow, the anger gone. In a way he almost seemed relieved. You had no idea why and you were already considering all of your options regarding how to curse him and fly the coop, but hearing what he had to say seemed to be the best bet before taking any drastic measures. Besides, there were few wizards you knew who dueled as strongly as Severus Snape. Even if you needed to flee, there was no guarantee you would make it out alive.

You swallowed and entered. That was all you could do.

As you looked around the room at the portraits of the headmasters lining the walls as you made your way towards Snape’s desk. Some were sleeping and some were looking around for the source of the noise your footsteps made. But just as you sat down with the Sorting Hat comfortable upon your lap, you noticed the shelf along the south wall upon which still sat the Sword of Gryffindor, unmoved and unaltered by tonight’s proceedings.

You stared at the sword in complete confusion for several seconds. That shelf was definitely empty when you entered here just a little bit ago.

Snape had snaked his way behind you, making for his workspace. You heard the clank of metal upon his desk and looked to see the sword still in his possession. Two swords, each in the headmaster’s care.

“All your questions will be answered, L/N” Snape said as if reading your mind, “But first,” he continued, pulling a tiny vile from his shelf of potions just behind his desk filled with a liquid clear and runny like water and setting it in your palm, “You drink.”

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[ginnyzero]

Y,R,P... Girl Power: FFX-2

In the realm of J-RPGs, Final Fantasy X-2 is pretty like it or “how dare they make a sequel that ruined what FFX was trying to do!” Because after Aerith and before Lightning there was Yuna. Though Final Fantasy X was in some ways about Yuna’s journey, the main protagonist was Tidus. And Tidus was one of those love him or hate him characters. I didn’t really appreciate him. So, when X-2 got it right and put Yuna in charge…

I played that game over six times.

Do I really think it was the best continuation of Yuna’s story and best use of the world? Eh. Not really. But man, it’s fun with three female protags (and your only party members) who can kick butt in a bunch of really awesome ‘dresspheres’ which means you can be in the middle of battle, change their outfit and get a whole new set of abilities.

Of course, there was a bit more to it than that. Like I said, the story was okay. Rikku has dragged Yuna out of Besaid and mourning for Tidus by pulling her into a sphere hunting group. Her bait was a sphere that may or may not show Tidus. Maybe he’s still out there … somewhere? Spheres are like petrified balls of water that can contain movies and thoughts. Some of them can be used for locks and others for dresspheres and so on. Rikku insists that if they look they might be able to find Tidus. (Rikku doesn’t always come off the sharpest, which is really odd given how things usually tend to go her way.)

Remember, Yuna is looking for Tidus. Them stumbling across a political splintering involving a superweapon from the original Zanarkand war was a coincidence. I’m not really fond of the fact that Yuna spent the entirety of the game looking for a boy. I think her character motivation could have been deeper even if the “save the world, get the boy” is the opposite gender of the usual trope. Depending on how well you play the game and how you feel about Tidus returning, the game has multiple endings and multiple items to get that will reveal more about the story.

X and X-2 came from a time where they spent more time on showing the story, rather than XII and XIII where there seems to be a novel of very tiny type to read on the screen to know what is going on. I prefer the FFX method to the FFXII method. I bought a game to play a game, not read tiny glowing type. If I wanted to read type, I’d buy a book or write a book. If I can’t get the story on what you show me in game, then maybe the story is a tad too complex.

While blitzball didn’t completely disappear, the player had less control over it. I never liked blitzball and there was no point to it in X-2, so I always ignore it. They introduced a new mini-game called spherebreak. That tests your math ability. There are tons of mini-games in X-2 everything from a Gunner’s Gauntlet, to a “Frogger” type game and ‘Fiend slots.” There is a ton to do in X-2 and the international version made it worse with the addition of a ‘monster arena.’

Back to those dresspheres for a moment. The active time battle system is the best I’ve used in the Final Fantasy series. It gave me the most control over my entire party. XII and XIII, battles tend to run themselves and honestly, it gets boring. X-2 I have complete control and each dressphere has 99 levels and they get more powerful and better abilities as they level up. (Fortunately, it is easy to level them up too, just play through the 99 level dungeon in Bevelle. You’ll get them all levelled.) It keeps me engaged in the game.

So, for me, FFX-2 is still my favorite JRPG just for the sheer fun factor. Maybe that means I miss the point of a Final Fantasy game.

Now if they’d make a FFX-3 with Rikku as the main character.

[missjackil]

My 14x09 Opinion

The Spear Not the best mid season finale, but it wasnt bad. I dont have any critical complaints, though, I think it just lacked impact because I could see it coming. I love trying to guess where the story is going, but I like being surprised even more. I did maintain that I thought Michael was still posessing Dean and it would come to be that Sam and co would have to try to get him out without hurting Dean, and though Mike didnt posess Dean the whole time, he was apparently still getting in Deans head (ie the dizzy spells) I did however love that Sam tells Jack the Cookie cereal will rot his teeth out. With the amount of “dont tell Sam” requests and Dean and Cas getting permission from Sam to do things with Jack, I feel like its clear that Sam is the head of that household, and not just another Dad, but.... maybe “The Mom” (snicker) now, Im not trying to feminize Sam, I cant stand when people do that, but I cant deny the “mom” subtext... and in this case, Im fine with it. Being a mom and knowing how tough a job it is, since Jack doesnt have one on Earth, I say Sam fills that role the best. ❤😍🍪 So now Garth... Ive never been a Garth fan, hes always just been a prop to keep an episode from getting too serious, but in this case, he got serious... and Im happy with that. Im beginning to think maybe Dabb doesnt like characters stuck in “silly” roles. I dont either. I dont mind humorous characters, but I mind when episodes are wasted on light comedy and Dabb seems to have removed that from such characters, like Donna, Charlie, and now Garth.  Im sure they can still be silly, but Im glad he showed they can be serious as well.  I saw y’all whining over the assumption there would be a big Destiew scene, but there wasnt. That wasnt anything near some deep heart to heart confession about comparing Deans posession to Sams or Cas’s, Dean has been much more open and emotional about it to Sam thus far.So he talks a little about it to his friend. BFD. And Cas and Dean going off one way, gave us some good time with Sam and Jack. It wasnt any huge bonding, but I loved how Jack mustered up the strength to tackle Garth and get him off Sam when he had him pinned. 

I loved the Sam Fucking Winchester badassery just chopping through the monsters to get to Jack. Ive always loved Sams feirceness when it came to Dean, and I am loving it when it comes to Jack too. I might be one of the only Sam girls that isnt offended by Dean having more visible bonding time with Jack lately. Dean is a good guy, and he had a near character assassination last season between how he treated Jack and how he treated Kaia. Its critical to see that hes still a good guy and capable of compassion and kindness. Sam never lost it, we all always knew he has a strong bond with Jack, we didnt need visual reminders.  Now that brings me to Kaia. Let me confess right now, that even though I cant stand the Wayward crap, or Claire, Im glad Kaia has her own story outside of that. I find her interesting honestly, all of the other wayward ones are boring af. I was glad to see Dean didnt use any violence to talk to her... sure he lied kinda, as right now Jack cant open a rift, but he can later maybe, so its not that big of a lie right? However, she’s gonna beat his ass for getting her spear destroyed. Oy!! So now as predicted, Mike has Dean again. This moment at the end was pretty indusive of the feels. The look on Sams face when he looked at the body of his brother, knowing, Dean isnt in controll, and hes lost him yet again... I could see the grief beard regrowing as he stood there. So Mike let Dean go and asked the boys why they never questioned it. Well, they did., several times, so I dont think this is any “forgetting what other writers wrote” but the same thing as when Toni Bevell said the guys had never read a single book. Of course they have, you dont know them nearly as well as you think.  I guess we can keep in our back pockets that all powerful entities may release you if you annoy them enough!! The Empty released Cas because he annoyed him, and Mike released Dean because he annoyed him...Im glad they made sure we saw that Dean is too attached to Sam first and foremost. Sure, he cares for Cas and Jack, but Sam is bae. 💖😍 Side note: Michael’s female vessle looks very familiar, was she the woman in The Purge episode? Anyway, she was very good and super pretty. In conclusion, I wasnt overwhelmed but it was alright. I find whats happening next very interesting so it makes this much more of a cliff hanger. I cant wait to see Sam and Cas in Deans mind, and what kinda shit they may step in. Also what are they gonna do with Garth? Probably lock him in the dungeon till they get this fixed. Theres a lot of crap going on right now, I think the 2nd half will be much more interesting. As is kinda the pattern with this show. But I do need me a brothers only MOTW ASAP. Maybe episode 11? On a scale of Bloodlines to Who We Are Ill give this a 7. No huge complaints, but no surprise Big Reveal either really. But hey! Cas FINALLY healed someone!! Its only been a season and a half!! 

I will be back Jan 18th for my Opinion on 14x10 Nihlism. Until then, check out my daily Top SPN Favorite Episodes. Have safe and happy Holiday season!!

[persorene]

I love modern Dwyer and I love the idea of him lying about his family because he doesn't want people to know he's a rich kid and also because they're all insane. Can I get modern Dwyer "Well, this is where I live."

This ended up way longer than I intended but I always go overboard for my sleepy son.

Dwyer grumbled under his breath as he drove wordlessly. He hadn’t ever planned on bringing anyone back to his home and yet, his car was full- Velouria sat beside him, Asugi sat in the back, keeping Kana entertained with a story he’d made up off the top of his head about a statue they’d passed during their drive.

 Dwyer hadn’t said a word since their teacher had assigned the group project and his friends both declined doing it at their own homes. Velouria’s house was being fumigated after her father had brought home yet another bed bug infested old piece of furniture that he’d just had to have- Asugi’s parents were out of town for an over the top, ninja themed fitness event that they went to every year. Last year they’d grounded Asugi for months after he’d thrown a party while they were away and was no longer permitted to bring anyone over unless they were also home. That left Dwyer, the sullen boy had never brought anyone over before. He had been painfully careful about hiding his identity and his life at home from his friends. His stomach was in knots as he drove.“Any particular reason you’re going ten under the speed limit, grandma?” Asugi asked, leaning forward and placing his hands on either side of Dwyer’s seat “Or why you’re driving out of town limits and into the woods?”Dwyer shrugged.“Dude what is wrong with you?” Asugi grumbled, he turned to Kana “I think your brother is going to murder us. Probably why he never brought us over before.”“No he never brought you over before because he’s embarrassed.” Kana chirped as he thumbed through a comic book he’d borrowed from the school library.“You’re embarrassed?” Velouria asked incredulously “We can’t go to my house because it’s being fumigated. Because my dad brought home another bug infested trinket. From a pile of furniture he found next to a dumpster. Behind a thrift store. Again.”“Key word: again.” Asugi joked, Velouria spun in her seat, glaring at him.“Oh shut up, we all had to watch your mom and dad run through their home made obstacle course because they HAD to know who was better.”He grinned “It was me, I was better than both of them.”“You’re so annoying.” She rolled her eyes “Anyway, Dwy, you don’t need to be embarrassed. We love you no matter what. I’m sure your house is fine.”He shrugged again “Doesn’t matter now, we’re nearly there.”Outside the car, the landscape had begun to change. The thick, dense forests they’d been driving through gave way to sculpted shrubberies and immaculately maintained landscapes. The road thinned as they went around one final turn, the land was now encompassed by a seemingly endless black, iron fence. A massive gate stood before them, the road continuing on behind it before disappearing at the top of a hill.Dwyer slowed the car to a roll as he reached the gate. He pressed a button on a small remote he always kept on his keys and the gate began to swing open. He picked up speed again,ignoring Velouria’s stares as he went quickly over the first hill and then the second.The home was now in view, huge and obscenely opulent, the home had been built to resemble an English manor house. It stood tall and elegant amongst a garden of pale flowers, a creek flowing just before the home with a small stone bridge above it. A matching, equally overwhelming garage sat off to the side, not impeding the view of the palatial grounds. Dwyer pulled into the drive, stopping in front of one of the many garage doors as he put the old car into park. As soon as the car was in park, Kana had leapt out and taken off running toward the home, his high pitched voice excitedly calling to his mother to announce that Dwyer had finally brought friends home.Dwyer sat still, hands still gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles had paled “Well. This is where I live.”His friends said nothing, seemingly shocked into a stupor. He sighed and got out of the car, waiting as they slowly clambered out.“Holy shit.” Asugi whispered as he spun in place, taking in the grounds. “Dude, why did you hide this?”“Can we not talk about it?” Dwyer grumbled “Let’s… just go inside.” He walked slowly toward the house, his shoulder length hair fluttered around his face as he paced through the flower beds and up to the door. He pushed the heavy oaken door in and stepped through into a foyer that nearly surpassed the grandiose of the outside of the home. The room was long, each side had multiple open doors leading to more exquisitely decorate spaces. The walls were lined with countless photos and paintings, a table stood in the center of the room, set in an overly perfect, made for TV way. A chandelier hung above an ornate rug that led from the front door to the massive sweeping staircase that led up to a landing lined with intricate metal work. From the landing, two more sets of stairs led up in opposing directions.A tall, thin man stood atop the catwalk, watching intently as the trio drifted forward. His long hair was so blonde it nearly looked white and tied back in a ponytail. “Darling.” He called, his English accent immediately catching his son’s friends attention “Dwyer really did bring some friends over. Come quickly before he hides them from us!” He walked down the stairs, followed shortly after by a small woman, her hair was long and hung in waves nearly down to the small of her back. She looked welcoming and elegant all at once, her thin frame clothed in rose coloured jeans and a gauzy black blouse, her feet were bare, making her look far less imposing than she could have been. She stopped beside her husband who looked far more formal than she did, he was dressed in a well starched shirt, buttoned to the neck, the sleeves rolled up his elbows, a freshly pressed pair of slacks and a pair of black leather loafers.“Hello! I’m Corrin, Dwyer’s mom.” The woman chimed.“I’m Jakob, I’m Dwyer’s father but you’d probably already pieced that together.” Jakob said quickly, smirking as the teens gaped at him. His height, appearance and accent had always managed to draw attention “Who might you two be?”“I’m Asugi.”“And I’m Velouria.” The girl muttered, pulling her hands from her hoodie pocket to shake Dwyer’s parents’ hands.“Asugi and Velouria, what lovely names. I’ve heard Dwyer speak of you before but he’s never brought any friends home with him. We’re quite surprised, but pleased of course!” Corrin said, her smile radiant.“We had a school project and came here to do it.” Dwyer said.“What are you working on?” Corrin asked.“Not a lot, history and that sort of thing… mind if I use your study?”“Of course not, honey.” She paused “Do you all like tea and cookies? I can bring some up for you to eat while you’re working!”“I can do that for them, love.” Jakob interjected, “I’ll bring it up in a half hour or so.”“You really don’t have to, dad.”“Hey, speak for yourself, I’ll gladly take any sweet food they have.” Asugi said with a laugh “Thanks for offering.”Corrin laughed slightly “Well, have fun on your project kids. I’ll be helping Kana with his homework if you need me!”“K.” Dwyer said, already sprinting up the stairs, his friends following close behind. He led them down a long, well-lit and strikingly beautiful hall, the walls adorned in a stunning cream coloured damasque wall paper and more stunning art work. Another long, elegant rug led them deeper into the home. Dwyer stopped in front of one of several identical white doors, he opened it and led his friends in, closing the door back in place behind them. This room, like everything else they’d seen of the home, was breath taking. The walls were clothed in the same wallpaper as the halls but were lined with dark wooden bookshelves, housing countless volumes of books, some old and bound in leather of various colours, others still glistening from being freshly printed. The wooden floor was dark wood, pieced together in intricate shapes, the furniture looked old but inviting, hulking red velvet sofas and chairs filled the space, the tables looked heavy and just as antiquated. A chandelier hung from the beveled ceiling and massive windows peered out onto the gardens. A laptop lay on the old table, one of the few modern items in the room.Dwyer plopped down onto the sofa, looking remarkably out of place in faded black jeans, wrinkled flannel shirt and his shaggy hair hanging in a mess. Asugi stared alternately between his friend and the details of the room “You tellin’ me we coulda been studying and doing our work here this whole time?”“Shut up, Asugi.” Velouria snapped “I’d rather know why he lied about his entire life.”Dwyer sighed, shoulders drooping and his head falling backward lazily “I didn’t lie about my entire life.”“Uh, yeah, you did. You never invited us over, you never told us about your family or your house- this house is insane. You wear old clothes and drive a fifteen year old Honda Civic. You tried as hard as you could to keep this from us. Why?”“Because I didn’t want anyone to base their opinion on me on being a rich kid. No one really likes me, I didn’t want people to find out and suddenly pretend they do just to try to get money or fame or something stupid like that. I wanted people to know me for me. And you guys did and I didn’t want to change that.”“Do you honestly think we would have changed our minds about you because you’re loaded?” She growled.“No, but it seemed too late to just spring it on you guys and I was afraid people back at school would find out and then-““And then you wouldn’t be slacker Dwyer the weirdo, you’d be Cool Dwyer the kid everyone wants to pretend they love.” Asugi interrupted “I get it man, but we wouldn’t have told anyone.”“We still won’t, you’re our friend.” Velouria fell onto the sofa beside him “But this was a dumb thing to be embarrassed about. Your house incredible and your parents seem great.”“They seem great but they’re weird as hell.” Dwyer laughed.“You’re going to tell me about weird parents? Do I have to remind you AGAIN why we aren’t studying at my house.” The girl said sarcastically.“Yeah, yeah but your dad is like, WEIRD weird. My parents are just- well they’re them.”Asugi was fiddling with some trinket on a desk in the corner “Yeah, your dad’s weird. British. And what’s with that hair?”Dwyer laughed again “He likes it long, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it shorter than that.”“Okay but how did your parents meet? Like, where did your mom find a British dude?”“I thought we were working on a history project.” Dwyer said.“Yeah, we are. The History of our Friend Dwyer Who Is A Different Person Than We Thought He Was and Now We Need to Know More.” Asugi said as he took a seat in the sofa across from theirs “Another question: how did they get rich as hell?”Dwyer sighed and closed his computer “Okay well, mom’s always been rich. She’s part of the Nohr family, they adopted her when she was little.”“Like Nohr Industries Nohr? The famous ones?”“Yeah.” He sighed “Dad was her body guard when she was younger and they ended up falling in love. He basically worships her. It’s cool I guess, nice that they still love each other. They bought The Valla Corporation together and brought it up to this massive company out of basically nothing.”“Dude. No way.” Asugi shouted “I have one of their phones man, and you never bothered to tell me! That’s insane. Super cool but insane.”“So anyway, that’s why I never tell anyone about anything.” Dwyer sighed “It’s easier being the weird quiet kid than the rich kid with famous parents. I have my dad’s last name not my mom’s so it’s easier to hide who I am and no one ever got to know me enough to ask me more about my life so…”“Well hey, secret’s safe with us.” Velouria smiled “Pinky swear!” She looped her small finger around his and shook it firmly the way they always had since they’d first met three years before.Dwyer smirked his lazy half smile as he playfully wrestled her pinky under his own “Good. Now seriously, we need to work on our project. We can’t ask for another extension.”

[alexanderessex3dstoryart]

Inanimate Objects - Advanced Modelling - 21/10/20

For today’s session, I wanted my assets to be improved greatly as they looked very blocky which works really well for an animatic, but less so leading up to a finished film. This was both for my main characters and the set itself as I felt so much could be done for improvement. In addition to this, I wanted to rig the characters to allow the possibility of emotion and characterisation in the objects movements 

Starting off with the head honcho himself, the coffee cup was very simple to make in terms of modelling as I used the cup I bought for the sound design as visual reference in making it which is what probably made the process a lot easier for myself. One tool that I found new to me when I was modelling the cup was the bevel tool as this allowed specific edges, faces or vertex points to curve to my liking. I applied this tool on the base of the cup’s lid to make it look realistic which to me, seems like it did the job really well. I was going to apply this feature to the top of the cup too, but something was telling me that it looked quite nice for the time being seeing all the polygons like this which is why I left it in this state.

One very important feature I added to the character was the rigging as I decided to make this model from the ground up from the technical issues I had with the character with the rig not staying put. Whilst I made an overall rig to control the characters movements and grabbing all the modeled parts hen moving, I also added a rig to the lid of the cup too as this could help to express the object a lot more in it’s performance such as when he’s scared, his jump forces the lid to pop off him and land back on top of him. 

After the cup was completed, I then headed onto making the pen a whole lot better and similar to he coffee cup, I also used a visual reference being my own ZEBRA pen to model the character. The modelling process was rather simple due to the pen being a very simple design as it was a lot of objects that honestly didn’t need too much modelling for. However saying that, a feature I got stuck from refereeing my pen was the curved hilt to the handle as my knowledge of Maya didn’t know how something like it could be made. After some researching online, I found out I could use the bend tool to bend a specific part of an object instead of having to cross cut the object multiple times and curve each individual one. Trying to bend was really tricky at first as the way you have to control the bend for the object was a really complicated process for me to grasp but in the end, I somehow managed to do it and made my efforts and frustrations all the more worth it when I saw how good it looked on the character

Like with the coffee cup, I also added rigging to not just the base of the character but in other details too to make the character a lot more expressive. These added elements were added to the pen’s button clicker as well as the pen tip. Whilst they’re not as expressiveness or experimental as the coffee cup’s lid, they’re still just as important to me in terms of animating the character as we don’t see a lot of the pen due to hiding in the shadows other than the last shot.

After the characters were finished and fully modeled out, I then advanced to remaking the set again to look much nicer than before. Starting off with the laptop, I essentially worked off the laptop that I had roughly made but expanded it making it much bigger in scale and a lot more detailed too with creating each key. I used the cross-section tool to make the touch pad through cross-section the base of the laptop and then extruding down in to the object to form a hole and buttons. With the screen of the laptop, I made sure to make a deep extruding using the extrude tool to cover the rims of the laptop when the light is placed into the object.

The flask was very similar to the coffee cup as the making process was pretty much the same except for angling the faces of the mug itself. I did this by selecting a ring of faces using shift and double click to wrap around the model and re-sized it to make the indention. Then I would angled it either downwards or upwards depending where it lied on the model. I did this with multiple faces around the base of the model to create the perfect indentation for me. 

Now of the pen holder, I wanted to achieve a specific look for the object that being this wired meshes deign that you normally see in 9to5 offices. To help make this specific design, I followed a YouTube tutorial in how I would make it as it looked like a complicated prop to do. Through watching and making, it was a very tricky process for me having not too much experience in Maya myself as I had to constantly keep referencing back to the tutorial. Two things I learnt from the process was that I could move the entire d point by pressing d and v at the same time which was really cool to uncover as it made making the pipes and applying them around the model so much quicker than I knew intially. As well as this, I learnt about the use of defomrers as I used them to twist the pipes to make them look mesh like. Even though I completed the process, I found this style of modelling very complicated and not as fun as the extrude tool. To finish the prop off, I quickly made some pencils and duplicated versions of the pen character and placed them in to my model.

Finished Set

How to Model Creative Pen Stand in Maya

Other additional props I made were more for the after credits scene like the crushed up hole cup and the rips of dead paper that would of been ripped out of the cup. For the ripped paper, I got a flat plane and played around with the vertex points to make a crumpled piece of paper. Whilst it looks rough, I wanted to see what the paper looked like in the scene and through the camera lens to see what needed changing. For the holed cup, i took my already existing coffee cup and put cylinders through the prop to boolean so that they would form holes. Once the holes had been formed, I grabbed their new vertex points and pulled them out to make them look much more ripped in detail and to show it had been destroyed by the pen. Another detail that went into this model was that I made the lid a lot more crumpled looking by dragging and angling the lid to look distort and battered. I think the changes I’ve made have all helped to create a really successful looking destroyed model.

Whilst the whole modelling process went really successful, the only issue I had when making the models was that I always forgot to freeze transform and delete history as I was modelling leading to some of the shapes unexpectedly expanding on me. But other than that, the whole modelling process was really fun and informative as not only did I have a blast experimenting with each model, I also picked up new skills that might prove useful later on in the project.

[verdigrisprowl]

Mar 17 Bevel’s Movie Stream - end of season 1 of Star Trek Discovery

Prowl now has exactly zero tolerance for the presence of Tyler on screen, at all, in any context.

Even though their plan at the end worked, he objects to it because it carried too great a risk of making everything worse.

Today Bevel 7:20 pm *enjoy refreshments and all the lounging space you like, fun straws included* Tarantulas 7:20 pm (( is the audio skippy for anyone else? Bevel 7:21 pm ((Ah, good, I was wondering if it was my audio issues ((If it's still skippy on this song, I'll refresh some ((Ok, lemme refresh and see if that helps Tarantulas 7:22 pm (( kk! Bevel 7:23 pm ((my laptop has an audio glitch so I never know if audio issues are on my end or not Bevel 7:37 pm ((gonna start at 45 after if that's good for everyone? ItsyBitsySpyers 7:37 pm ((i assume this is fuzzytime cause fancy dance also?)) Prowl 7:38 pm ((works for me)) Tarantulas 7:38 pm (( dangit it's still skippy for me ItsyBitsySpyers 7:38 pm ((it's slightly twitchy audio here but still okay i think)) Ratchet 7:39 pm [[ what the heck the entire time i've been here it hasn't shown any messages ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 7:39 pm *Soundwave slides in like you do. Nobody seems to be here aside from Bevel, so he'll dance a few steps into the room.* *She already knows he does.* Ratchet 7:39 pm [[ did mine at least go through ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 7:39 pm ((i see them now)) Ratchet 7:39 pm [[ about ratchet bringing snacks? ]] Bevel 7:39 pm ((is it being skippy for anyone else but Hex? I'm honestly getting my normal audio glitch far as I can tell ItsyBitsySpyers 7:40 pm ((i didn't see the snax)) Ratchet 7:40 pm [[ fuq u rabbit k i'll rewrite as soon as i've scooped dinner into a bowl ]] Bevel 7:40 pm ((Oh, Fabu your messages went to private chat with me instead of the group chat Ratchet 7:41 pm [[ raBBIT whY ]] Bevel 7:41 pm ((because it hates happiness Ratchet 7:42 pm *pops in and heads for the snack table, if indeed there is one* Bevel 7:42 pm ((ok, last song and then I'll start Ratchet 7:42 pm *for the first time in quite a while Ratchet has BROUGHT snacks. not a lot, but one for each bot he has come to expect will be here. yes, soundwave and co. included. prowl's is naturally in liquid form.* Bevel 7:44 pm *claps for Soundwave's short dancing before anyone else arrives* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:44 pm *Soundwave freezes where he is and assumes a more composed figure. He prods the snacks meant for him and his curiously.* Prowl 7:44 pm *appears; surveys room; takes seat next to ratchet* Bevel 7:45 pm ((ok i forgot the opening to the song was like three minutes lol gonna start if everyone's ready Ratchet 7:45 pm *they're all the same, except for Prowl's. and Ratchet is taking the one for him and MOVING AWAY from the snack table* Bevel 7:45 pm Thanks, Ratchet! *she's gonna vault over her chair to get to the table quickly because why the frag not* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:46 pm *Well, he'll take their portion and MOVE AWAY to his own spot as well. With a polite* [[...Thank you.]] Ratchet 7:46 pm *he's trying a thing, but that's TOO close to Soundwave.* Don't mention it. Hey, Prowl. Prowl 7:47 pm Hello. Tarantulas 7:47 pm *time for tarantulas to show up just in time for the actual eps* Bevel 7:47 pm *best timing Tara* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:48 pm [[Ah, yes... the mirror timeline. We are in for a night, aren't we.]] Prowl 7:48 pm *hi tarantulas prowl is going to sort of stare at you and will you to come over.* Bevel 7:48 pm I hope so. I want to find out what happens with Lorca. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:48 pm *Settles into his seat and rests a few coils of his feelers over himself. Part warmth preservation, part protective blanket.* Ratchet 7:49 pm [[ i just got the best ask ]] [[ i'm laughing ]] Tarantulas 7:49 pm *oh, no need to will him to come over, he's already on his way, prowl* Ratchet 7:50 pm *Ratchet is going to will Tarantulas to sit on the other side of Prowl, please* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:50 pm ((what's the ask)) Prowl 7:51 pm *is lap an acceptable compromise* Ratchet 7:51 pm *no that's specifically what Ratchet is willing Tarantulas to not do. other side, other side, other side.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:51 pm [[...The one who died handling the tardigrade.]] [[He wonders how much worse she will be here.]] Prowl 7:52 pm She's still alive. Perhaps she has some healthy self-preservation abilities. Ratchet 7:52 pm [[ "You know, Jazz answers as Iacon Central Headquarters often enough I'm half waiting for mechs to start calling his private comm thinking they have the number for the actual central headquarters." ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 7:52 pm ((LMAO)) Bevel 7:52 pm ((lol Prowl 7:52 pm ((omg)) Tarantulas 7:54 pm *sadly for prowl, tarantulas is gonna settle in at prowl's side unless suggested otherwise* Prowl 7:55 pm *well, good enough. he'll quietly weave an arm around Tarantulas's elbow.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:57 pm [[Easily.]] *Mutter.* Prowl 7:58 pm ... Keep this footage out of Decepticon hands. Bevel 7:58 pm ...which Decepticons? ItsyBitsySpyers 7:59 pm [[He has shared none of it.]] Prowl 7:59 pm All Decepticons, obviously. ItsyBitsySpyers 7:59 pm *Looks at Bevel. What did you do.* Bevel 7:59 pm Even the negative polarity ones? *nothing, she's just wondering specifics* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:00 pm [[Even them. If they were captured and interrogated by Ra-- by the enemy, the information would become available to someone we already know would use it.]] Prowl 8:00 pm The terminology "negative polarity" is poor because it sets up a false dichotomy along a single axis while ignoring all the other axes upon which two universes might be "opposite" to each other. Bevel 8:02 pm The only other word I have heard used was shattered. Prowl 8:02 pm As have I. Also flawed for the same reasons. It's "broken" in comparison to an artificially-established list of criteria via which a universe is defined as "unbroken." From the perspective of a Decepticon in a "shattered" universe, OUR universes are the "shattered" ones in which Decepticons have morally drifted astray. Bevel 8:03 pm Oh oh! How about emberverse? Since they have embers instead of sparks. Prowl 8:03 pm Better, we'll go with that. Bevel 8:03 pm *yay* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm *Quietly adjusts his language banks.* Prowl 8:04 pm Anyway—them too, because possessing an ember isn't necessarily going to ensure they possess the correct moral code. Bevel 8:04 pm I will keep these records safe. Soundwave can help. Prowl 8:04 pm A single network, that one person is capable of destroying completely by ACCIDENT, links a large number of universes, and much organic life is dependent upon it. Ratchet 8:05 pm Sounds like exactly the kind of thing Megatron'd love. Prowl 8:05 pm He said that "life as they know it"—in other words, organic life—will die if the system dies. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm [[It is.]] Bevel 8:05 pm That would be awful. Prowl 8:06 pm It does. Organic life's weak spot. Destroy it and mecha rule the universe—every universe. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm [[...He hopes the Stamets we know understands his alternate's work well enough to save them without him.]] Prowl 8:08 pm It wouldn't be on the top of every Decepticons' priority lists, but enough. Bevel 8:08 pm ...This guy sounds like Megatron but less angry. Tarantulas 8:08 pm I think it depends more on how clever Stamets is in the first place. He should be able to figure it out on his own. Tarantulas 8:10 pm * !!! organic life signs made undetectable* Tarantulas 8:11 pm *he wonders if stamets gave her that tech. tara might have a small crush on the man now* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm *Only now?* Tarantulas 8:11 pm *hush you* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm *....Has trouble imagining himself doing the same thing in the Michael human's shoes.* *She is a brave fleshling.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm *Leans forward.* Prowl 8:17 pm *same* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm [[The coordinates should still be in the captain's chair. That is where he modified them.]] Prowl 8:18 pm ... A good act. She made it more believable by not acting like she was totally on board with him. She used her real reluctance and distrust to make it MORE believable that she was joining him. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm *Nodding.* Prowl 8:19 pm *in prowl's opinion that's some damn high level acting there. level 10 spy work.* *it's probably more like level 6 spy work, which is why it's a good thing prowl isn't an agent himself.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm *Uncomfortable shift. This is a trap. Lorca is going to take them all out despite his promise to Michael.* Bevel 8:20 pm *Bevel was impressed either way* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm *OH* Ratchet 8:21 pm It's not her Georgiou, but it's nice to see 'em together again. Prowl 8:22 pm In a twisted way, yes. Bevel 8:22 pm *watching the hand-to-hand avidly* Tarantulas 8:22 pm *hums in agreement* Ratchet 8:22 pm [[ that's a high kick prowl would be proud of ]] Prowl 8:22 pm Of course, she is a tyrant. And we've no evidence she's any less brutal a tyrant than Lorca would have been. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm *Plating shudder.* [[That did not look pleasant.]] [[But there is an obvious problem with this 'victory'.]] *Motions to Philippa's comment.* Prowl 8:25 pm What? The fact that she's going to die anyway? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm [[Yes. That is, a problem for her. Personally, he would be glad to see it. One moment of mercy cannot guarantee more.]] [[...And that was damned stupid.]] Prowl 8:26 pm It was. Bevel 8:26 pm Oh. Oh no. Tarantulas 8:27 pm *bouncing in his seat a little* Bevel 8:27 pm She should not have done that. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm [[-Throw her back.-]] Prowl 8:27 pm Because it went so well the last time someone with the goals, skills, and aspirations of an emperor entered their universe with the rank of a captain. Ratchet 8:27 pm *sighs and leans forward to put face in hands* She really did that. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm *PERK. Look... look at how beautiful...* Tarantulas 8:29 pm *isn't it tho* Prowl 8:29 pm What's she going to do with her?! Release her in the wild? Keep her in a cage and comb her fur sometimes? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm *Shakes himself a little. What he wouldn't do to travel that, just once...* [[They can do nothing except keep her a permanent prisoner. It would be better she were dead.]] [[NINE MONTHS?]] [[...Nine months facing the Klingons without their warping ability...]] Bevel 8:32 pm Oh no. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm *Primus below.* Bevel 8:32 pm Oh no they lost. Prowl 8:32 pm But have they any legal right to lock her up? She's committed no crime against Starfleet. By their own laws they have no just reason to keep her locked up. Therefore, they're either legally obligated to set a dangerous warlord free, or morally obligated to violate their own laws and wrongfully imprison what is, technically, an innocent person. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm [[Surely the various threats against the Michael human's person...?]] Prowl 8:34 pm She thought that she was speaking t-- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm *Oh, this is going to be a rough one, isn't it.* Prowl 8:34 pm *DAMN those needle fingers.* *give him a moment.* ... She thought she was speaking to a traitor who had attempted a coup against her. She was within her legal rights to punish said traitor accordingly. She ceased her attempts when Michael's true identity was revealed. Tarantulas 8:35 pm *processes for a moment, then wraps an extra arm or two around prowl. can't help himself* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm [[...That will not help his perception of her, will it.]] Prowl 8:36 pm *... why arms?* Tarantulas 8:36 pm *nnno reason* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm [[And he supposes that is true. Perhaps they will get lucky and she will pick a fight with someone capable of ending it.]] Ratchet 8:37 pm *shifts aside a little* Prowl 8:37 pm *looks at ratchet. ... looks at tarantulas. hm.* Ratchet 8:37 pm *... scoots a little to put legs back in contact with Prowl's* Prowl 8:37 pm *... looks at feet.* *oh, prowl's not going to like this scene. please no more tyler scenes.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm [[...She is willing to use Saru for insight, and yet she will not return the favor.]] Prowl 8:39 pm She's under no obligation to face that. The "favor" he asks for is high. *dammit they're having a tyler scene even though she left. he'd got his hopes up when michael left.* Bevel 8:39 pm Especially after he tried to kill her. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[She -ate one of his brethren-. It might help restore his opinion of her.]] Prowl 8:41 pm Not knowingly or willingly. She can make it up to him another way. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm *Soft vent. He can see he's outnumbered on this.*

((though i myself agree with her not going in)) [[...Did the Fire Wolf's rebels find a way into the timel--]] *Helm tilt. What is this? Are these survivors?* Prowl 8:43 pm ... Oh. They're checking f— ... for— for more Voqs. Bevel 8:45 pm I am glad the admiral is ok. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *They MUST be desperate. A Vulcan just used his mental abilities without asking permission first. That is nigh unthinkable.* Prowl 8:46 pm *YES. IT IS, INDEED, RATHER SHAKING.* Prowl 8:47 pm *oh, good, mass slaughter of civilians, Prowl can handle this.* Bevel 8:47 pm *she'd rather go back to the mind melding ;v;* Ratchet 8:48 pm *okay nevermind the spider arms, Ratchet is shifting back over to lean on Prowl* Tarantulas 8:48 pm *tara won't bother him, rest assured* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm *...Suddenly can't hear, doesn't know what they're talking about, doing bizarre things to resurrect loved ones, who does that.* *Certainly not rational mechs like him, no.* [[It was not you. You live only because you were rescued in a moment of mistaken compassion.]] Prowl 8:51 pm She said, more or less, "One is alive, one is dead, BUT I will let you determine who is stronger." The "but" implies that she believes the answer will be the reverse of what the first half of the sentence would imply. I think she called herself the weak one. Bevel 8:52 pm Punch him. Prowl 8:53 pm Despite the fact that it wasn't really him, I think a punch wouldn't be unjustified. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm [[It would be understandable, at least.]] Bevel 8:53 pm ...that might have been just as good but I still would have punched him. Prowl 8:53 pm Understandable. Yes. That's a better word. Ratchet 8:53 pm Tilly's so good. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm ((tilly is my whole world)) Bevel 8:54 pm ((Tilly is everything <3 Prowl 8:54 pm Big change from Miss "We Have Assigned Seating." Tarantulas 8:54 pm (( truth. but hhh. i'm not feeling well irl, i might have to go nap ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm ((aaaaaaa noooo ;; but feeling good is important, if you have to nap you have to nap *pet pet* )) Prowl 8:54 pm ((:c *hugs*)) Bevel 8:54 pm ((*pets* Hope you feel better soon. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm ((we can catch you up some time)) Tarantulas 8:55 pm (( assume tarantulas had to leave for an emergency i guess ;;; ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm ((FIRE IN THE LAB)) Bevel 8:55 pm ((something exploded *sucks in air through her teeth* Nooooo. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm [[He wonders if the Earthlings know yet.]] [[...Or if they have been taken over.]] Prowl 8:58 pm *... he already misses the arms.* Prowl 9:01 pm Because the last time she asked a parent figure how to beat the Klingons, it went so well. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm *Huff* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm ((*giggles for ooc reasons*)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm ((half expected prowl to be over there like "oh hey hitting every single military installation on a planet at once, i've done that")) Ratchet 9:05 pm [[ i was thinking that []] [[ it's just like the happy fic ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm ((ye)) Prowl 9:05 pm ((i was doing duolingo lmao)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm [[...They're going to plant more?]] *Fascinated. Which quickly drops away.* [[Why is he there. He should not be there.]] Prowl 9:06 pm (("i'm a better parent than you")) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm *This cannot end well.* Bevel 9:07 pm ... Prowl 9:07 pm Hm. She suggested hitting the military installations. She meant destroying the entire planet. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm [[Of course she did.]] Prowl 9:08 pm I HAD wondered why she didn't say that in the first place. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm *...No.* Ratchet 9:10 pm [[ i'm still 100% over the "love" thing ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm [[She waited for one who would agree.]] Prowl 9:12 pm ... She is under NO obligation to be his salvation. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm *Oooh?* *What fabulous little devices.* ((rabbit why are you eating my messages)) Prowl 9:15 pm *honestly, deep down, just wants to keep Tyler off the screen as much as possible.* ((look! it spat them back out)) Bevel 9:15 pm ((gj rabbit ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm [[...That is amazing. He did not know organic - plants? Could grow so rapidly.]] Bevel 9:16 pm Whoa that is fast. Prowl 9:17 pm He isn't gone! He's still in your head! You've said so yourself! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm [[She cannot do this because you TRIED TO KILL HER.]] Prowl 9:19 pm Who is HE to accuse her of being unfair! He DID try to kill her! And—AS SHE SAID—he lied to her—in a way that endangered her life and killed a doctor! His love for her doesn't change what he did and what he is, and it doesn't obligate her to help him. She does not owe him that. Not a bit. Bevel 9:20 pm *frowns at Tyler* Ratchet 9:20 pm Why does it have to be her, anyway. He's got friends. Prowl 9:20 pm The fact that he has decided he needs her in his life doesn't mean she should give up a part of her own life for him. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm *Recording her words so hard.* Ratchet 9:21 pm [[ anyway i hate that they were ever involved i hated their whole subplot ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm ((i'm glad they had her leave tho)) Prowl 9:22 pm He said it himself. The other crewmates have been kinder to him than her. So he can turn to THEM for emotional support. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm [[.........No.]] [[They aren't this naive...]] Prowl 9:24 pm They were JUST IN the other universe! Bevel 9:25 pm ((okay, it's early enough we can end the season if y'all want Prowl 9:25 pm ((i wanna)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm ((YES PLZ)) Ratchet 9:25 pm [[ yeh ]] Bevel 9:25 pm ((aight let's do this ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *Curls his fingers into his knees. Is this an alternate timeline from the one he knows? He's heard of a splinter where Vulcan is destroyed. It's got to be possible.* Ratchet 9:26 pm [[ i gotta run to the bathroom real quick first tho pls ]] Bevel 9:26 pm ((go for it Prowl 9:26 pm ((*runs too*)) Ratchet 9:28 pm [[ ty ]] [[ also i think i've mentioned but i appreciate that you leave the captions on ]] Bevel 9:29 pm This is the last file I could find from this part of their timeline. I will keep looking but I can show other stuff I have found. ((I need them myself but I'm always happy to accommodate, they're so useful ((Cro and Puff ran off as well so we've got a moment to enjoy CBS' beautiful logo ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm ((i use the captions too tbh. leave them on for our tv at home all the time)) Prowl 9:31 pm ((okay back)) Bevel 9:31 pm ((also also, Disco got nominated for 5 Saturn Awards \o/ Ratchet 9:31 pm [[ i have captions on for youtube and netflix, always ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm ((just a sec, waiting on soup to microwave)) Bevel 9:32 pm ((same, ok we ready? ((ok still waiting ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm ((the only time i don't use captions on movie nights is if i have to find it like on youtube or something and it doesn't have them... but tbh that's why we started renting things off amazon)) Prowl 9:33 pm ((i usually don't leave captions on because when i do i automatically focus on reading them, even if i can understand the dialogue perfectly, instead of actually looking at what's happening on screen)) Ratchet 9:33 pm [[ i usually can't understand he dialogue perfectly, i just don't process it ]] Prowl 9:34 pm ((and then get distracted/irked by captioner or timing errors)) Bevel 9:34 pm ((Same, I've got auditory processing issues bad Ratchet 9:34 pm [[ i'm usually done reading captions well before they're done speaking and can focus on the visual ]] Prowl 9:34 pm ((i focus on them THROUGH the speaking EVEN THOUGH i've already read them because my brain doesn't know how to stop looking when there are words to look at)) Bevel 9:35 pm ((Hopefully Disco's timing hasn't been too off for you, Puff ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm ((aaaaah i'm sorry ;; i hope it doesn't make mondays too rough but ye auditory processing problems here too ;; ))

((soup got)) Prowl 9:36 pm ((it's been awful. the words linger on the screen long after the dialogue is over until someone says something new, and whenever klingons say something it's covered up by captions that say "[speaking in klingon]" like THANKS, NOW MOVE)) Bevel 9:36 pm ((ok gonna start now Prowl 9:36 pm ((LIKE THAT!!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm ((CASE IN POINT)) ((i hate that too don't worry)) ((ACTUALLY when the text appears on the bottom the captions should temporarily move to the top of the screen... that's how it's supposed to be)) ((idk why they don't do it like that)) Prowl 9:37 pm ((USUALLY captions i see do that. that would fix it.)) Bevel 9:37 pm ((i really wish they would do that yeah Prowl 9:37 pm ((i have like, mild auditory processing problems. when i watch something on my own i usually turn off the captions, watch until i don't process something they said, mutter in annoyance, rewind ten seconds, turn on captions, watch until i realize that idk what's happening on screen because i'm reading the captions instead, mutter in annoyance, turn them off, rinse, repeat)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm ((and if there are items on top and bottom then they just stay on the bottom)) ((oof)) Bevel 9:38 pm ((i just... keep watching and don't understand what's happening ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm *Soundwave folds his hands and settles into them. This is already going poorly.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[She will get herself terminated in her sleep.]] Prowl 9:42 pm I don't think the emperor will wait until she's asleep. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm [[You're probably right.]] *HUFF* Ratchet 9:43 pm [[ i love georgiou's accent ]] Bevel 9:44 pm ((Michelle Yeoh is such a gift Prowl 9:46 pm *every scene with him is unpleasant.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm *Soundwave pings Prowl.*

[[You recall Odo and Quark being trapped on the mountain and discussions of the Orion Syndicate?]] [[They speak of them.]] Prowl 9:49 pm I recall. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm [[And the Lorca human had an entire room of weapons. He is sure they have plenty to trade.]] Ratchet 9:49 pm [[ :c tilly's curls are beautiful ]] Bevel 9:50 pm ((i love her hair so much ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm ((who even eats ceti eels)) ((what person said "i'll take this mind-controlling worm bug thing and EAT IT")) Bevel 9:54 pm ((Trill~ Prowl 9:54 pm *heavy frown. Prowl does not like this place. not at all.* *it has bead curtains.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm [[...Really. On a mission and this is where she decides to be?]] ((oh my god prowl)) Prowl 9:55 pm Do you know many better places to find influential people with poor impulse control than a sex club? ((SUBTITLES)) Bevel 9:56 pm ((I'm gonna skip back and remove them for a second ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm ((can you rewind and uncover)) [[...Comment withdrawn. You are, of course, right.]] Bevel 9:58 pm ((maybe they'll be less annoying if they're smaller Prowl 9:58 pm ... See. He still has the same person underneath. Bevel 9:58 pm Oooo. *leans forward* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm *...What kind of art was that? He wants one.*

[[Their memories, at least.]] Prowl 9:59 pm A person IS their memories. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm [[You won't find an argument here. He meant a separate set from Tyler's.]] Bevel 9:59 pm So he is both Ash and Voq now? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm [[Mm.]] Bevel 10:02 pm *excited about these tattoos* Prowl 10:04 pm ((i like that she waited until after she'd got laid to interrogate them.)) Bevel 10:04 pm ((Tilly you're so perfect ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm [[He knew it.]] [[How did they NOT see this coming?]] Prowl 10:05 pm They knew something was happening. They didn't know what or how soon. They probably thought they could see it coming before it happened and head it off. ... I suppose they DID see it coming before it happened. Narrowly. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm [[...Ahhh.]] Bevel 10:10 pm They are giving it to L'rell? Prowl 10:10 pm Tyler, I expect. Mm. Could be wrong. Prowl 10:13 pm ... I'm not sure giving her the power to reunify Klingon is the best strategic decision. Bevel 10:14 pm But it was a peaceful one. Prowl 10:14 pm There are many peaceful strategies that don't involve giving her the power to reunify the army that's steadily slaughtering their people. Ratchet 10:15 pm They're competing to see who can kill the most now, though. United, they'll be more predictable. Prowl 10:15 pm And more efficient. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm [[It does prove that the Federation does not wish them to crumble and perish.]] Prowl 10:17 pm They could have proven that by finding some Klingon pacifist to hand the weapon to. Prowl 10:18 pm ... Hm. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm [[He doubts they would command the respect necessary to convince the others they would follow through with it.]] Prowl 10:18 pm They're fortunate she called for peace. In prison, she was very much against it. They wouldn't need to "convince the others they would follow through with it"—the POINT is, the Federation could prove to the Klingons that they don't want them to crumble and perish by giving the bomb to someone THEY KNOW will never detonate it. Bevel 10:20 pm ((Sarek gets 1 parent point. He's now at -99 Prowl 10:20 pm ((eyyyy, down to double digits! way to go sarek.)) Bevel 10:20 pm *memorizes this* Bevel 10:24 pm ((look at my pizza cutter ships i love them Prowl 10:24 pm ((of course the USS enterprise is hailing for help)) ((they're in trouble every 12 minutes)) Bevel 10:24 pm ((lol ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm *Can see what Prowl is getting at, but is certain they could not have found such a person in so short a time, and does not know that it would work when so much revolves around a willingness to do battle. He would like to see what happened in a timeline where that WAS the case. Make some decisions with more data.* Ratchet 10:25 pm [[ wow that season went all over the map and then some ]] Bevel 10:25 pm ((I really hope this means next season we get to see Number One ahhhhh ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm ((i think part of it was that they changed people in charge like partway through the season? but also they didn't know if they were gonna have a second so GO ALL OUT)) [[A pleasing enough tale, though he is concerned about the free-roaming Terran.]] [[For now, he should return home. There is much to do.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm ((like DANCIN time to write that up)) Bevel 10:28 pm If I find more files I will let you know. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm ((well, greeting the lady sparklight anyway)) Prowl 10:28 pm *turns to Ratchet* I will see you... the next time we have one of these, I suppose. Ratchet 10:28 pm [[ prowl pls "in between blue and magenta" ]] Prowl 10:28 pm ((there are six colors, okay)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[Thank you. He appreciates the additions to his records. It is surprisingly difficult to acquire this data at times.]] Prowl 10:29 pm ((red, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and magenta)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm [[Something about so much of it being classified.]] *Quiet huffing.* Prowl 10:29 pm Pff. I can't imagine what kind of encryption these files were initially kept under. Ratchet 10:29 pm Mhmm. I'll see ya. Prowl 10:30 pm ... I can go outside, now. We should—visit. Sometime. Bevel 10:30 pm *yes ignore how encrypted these files were >_>* I want to see the mushroom planet. Ratchet 10:31 pm You mentioned something about that. I wasn't sure--but yes. The Ark's always open to you. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm [[It tends to be quite powerful, for organic security. He finds appealing to the right people works wonders, though.]]

*And on THAT note... a small bow to Bevel, a nod to Ratchet and Prowl with a ping for the latter, and he'll get on his way.* Bevel 10:32 pm *waves to Soundwave* ((nope weak she changed the pronouns Prowl 10:34 pm *a farewell ping to Soundwave and to Ratchet, and he disappears as well.* Bevel 10:37 pm ((Lemme know when you've got the log, Puff Prowl 10:38 pm ((got it!)) Bevel 10:39 pm ((ok!

[rurounidrift]

Nov 8 Blurr’s Horror Stream - It Comes At Night

Not even the fact that Drift hasn’t been active in twenty years would stop him from going to Blurr’s (week late) birthday party!

The movie was properly suspenseful, but there’s an unresolved plot hole on which the third act hinges, which kind of deflates it.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Tara changed their nickname to Tarantulas. B l u r r: / Here comes the late birthday monster. Skidding in with Dodge and Velocity, both in party hats!!/ B l u r r: / And TA DA. There are so many treats and snacks and a huge CAKE / B l u r r: / Dodge is dressed as a witch and Velocity is a scare crow. They both look great with little party hats/ Drift: *look who's arrived! He's painted himself black from the neck down, added a black skirt, and very carefully glued his tiny collection of human swords on end all over his head.* Drift: Hey! :D B l u r r: / setting his frames up. Telling them to stay put and all that hooplah/ B l u r r: / He's had his entire frame redone for this costume! All dark colors and sharper claws, those might be kept, and a mask that is split apart like a flower with millions of sharp teeth. / B l u r r: / all bloody and eeeverything. That might be energon. It probably is. / B l u r r: Drift! Hi! Drift: Hey! Happy birthday! B l u r r: Ah, thanks. B l u r r: Dodge and Velocity came ! Aren't they great? Picked their own costumes and everything. Drift: Hey, Dodge and I kinda match! *pulls out his black skirt.* B l u r r: Yeah, looks like it. Great minds think alike. K-Kyeheheheh. Drift: Oh, hey, I've got your, uh... Hold on. *he's hiking up his skirt to rummage around underneath it.* B l u r r: / snort. Fixing Velocity's costume in the meantime. / Drift: Got it! *holds up a datapad* Here. Happy birthday. B l u r r: / flickers optic and reaches for it/ What is it? Drift: It's a sequel to first story I wrote you. Drift: Well, sequels, I guess. It's five short stories. They go around the world saving monsters. B l u r r: Oh, is it? How interesting. /looking it over. Uses a claw to move one of the monster mouth pieces to see better / B l u r r: Ahhh...! Sounds like just my type of story. K-Kyeheheheh. /throws an arm around Drift/  Thanks. Drift: *and every story is in a different language, because blurr would probably like that* B l u r r: / yes yes he will love it! / Drift: *hugs Blurr* I thought so. Hope you enjoy it. B l u r r: Mm, I'm sure I will when I get a moment of spare time. Drift: Been busy lately? I feel like I haven't been here in a month. B l u r r: Busier than usual, yeah. Drift: *it's probably been longer than a month drift lmao* What with? B l u r r: ... /shrugs a little and tucks datapad away/ Plenty. B l u r r: I've got a lot on my plate at the moment. B l u r r: I've been gathering supplies, raiding ships, following beacons and maps, collecting relics and other things. Exploring new universes. B l u r r: Not to mention, I've had attempted assassinations happen at least twice now. Drift: What?! From who? B l u r r: I don't know. Someone jealous, I assume. B l u r r: / it's Decepticons lmao / Drift: You /don't know/? How can you not know? Are they getting on your ship or attacking you in public? B l u r r: No one gets on my ship. The last mechs who did ended up dead. B l u r r: It's more when we're out exploring. Which means we're consistently having to deal with it. But, it's nothing I can't handle. Drift: Maybe it's law enforcement? B l u r r: ... Sure. Maybe. Drift: ... What do you know that you're not telling me? B l u r r: I'm just saying  they might be. Drift: Blurr... B l u r r: Anyway, that's not /all/ that I've been up to. Bouncing back and forth from Earth and helping Roadbuster out. B l u r r: /that/ planet is a mess Tarantulas: *don't let tarantulas hear about the assassination attempts or he'll start fussing too. he's coming in now, a lovecraftian mess with his spider limbs dressed as tentacles and his main optic painted* B l u r r: / oh yes perfect!! Three monsters together! / Tarantulas: Which planet, hm? B l u r r: Earth, of course. I was just catching Drift up. Drift: *... he'll get back to the assassination attempt later* B l u r r: / he will try to distract drift from this / Tarantulas: Ah, I see. What IS happening there, anyhow? *he's crossing the room to place a large covered tray over with the snacks* B l u r r: / claps claws / Look at us! We look fantastic! A bunch of monsters! / 8) / B l u r r: Nothing much. Cybertron in the atmoshere, the moon is gone- you know. Chaos. Drift: *... if he didn't know what's happening here, how did he know to show up in costume......... amazing* B l u r r: It keeps the Wreckers busy. Drift: *oh wait. he said THERE. drift heard HERE. he was. so confused. for a second there... he clearly needs fuel. he's gonna go to the snack table.* Tarantulas: Where did the moon go? B l u r r: Oh, that thing got destroyed. Cybertron just... /mimics something exploding / B l u r r: Mowed it down. Tarantulas: Forgive me, the Earth in most of the universes I frequent is in much less turmoil than yours, hyeh. But - goodness. B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. Well, it's a pretty disgusting planet, but Roadbuster is there, so. B l u r r: Besides, the moron got his face dented the other day. Drift: ... Doesn't Earth need its moon? Drift: I mean. I realize that's a little less important than Cybertron being in the atmosphere, but. B l u r r: /shrugs at Drift/ I don't know. I guess so. Cybertron is the moon now. Tarantulas: You can't just replace one orbiting object with another, pfft. Tarantulas: What dented his face, might I ask? B l u r r: ... ah. I suppose it can just pretend to be the moon then B l u r r: I don't know. He went on some stupid mission without me. /rolls optic/ B l u r r: Came back with no visor and a bloody faceplate. Drift: Don't they have to be the same size to be a good replacement? B l u r r: ... I don't know. Tarantulas: Sometimes you simply don't question the way the universe works, Drift. Hyeheh. Though I can't believe I of all mecha am saying that. B l u r r: Always question the universe, Drift. It's the best way to learn. Drift: I mean—usually I'm willing to accept the universe in its infinite wonder without questioning what's behind it. But I'm kinda worried about Earth. B l u r r: Well, the mechs aremoving back to Cybertron. If that helps? Tarantulas: There are more Earths around. *waves a tentacle arm dismissively* B l u r r: I mean, we have two orbiting my Cybertron. Tarantulas: You - what? B l u r r: We have two earths in orbit. Drift: ... Wh... How...? Tarantulas: Now THIS, I simply HAVE to research. B l u r r: Well, one is ours. The other is from a tear in the universe made by the Terminus blade. Magnus dragged it in and fled the universe. B l u r r: So, we have some foreign planet and our own. Tarantulas: Is the foreign one habitable? B l u r r: Honestly, I have no idea. When I went back recently, I only  stopped on Cybertron. B l u r r: Things are definitely different. Tarantulas: Pffthyeh, I'd imagine so. B l u r r: Speaking of Cybertron... I ran into someone. Drift: Who? B l u r r: You're not gonna believe it. B l u r r: He was just standing in the doorway! In all that glorious armor and burning chaos. An image of perfection a tier lower than one I've known before. B l u r r: /Siiiigh/ Drift: ... Okay so it's Optimus. B l u r r: Not just  /any/ Optimus, Drift! B l u r r: One like /mine/ . B l u r r: /splays claws across mask/ B l u r r: / and face / B l u r r: I didn't expect him, but he was there. Drift: On YOUR Cybertron? What was he doing there? B l u r r: Caan you believe it? He wanted to conquer it! B l u r r: Said that we were all HIS Autobots now, but there aren't many true Autobots left. B l u r r: Ohhh, but he knew my name. /rattles armor / Tarantulas: And what did you say to that, hm? B l u r r: Pit, I didn't know WHAT to say. B l u r r: / glances at Velocity and frowns/ ... But, Velocity is right. I worked hard to get where I am. B l u r r: / wow a compliment from the assshat / Drift: VELOCITY is right? Velocity is NEVER right. Drift: ... I mean, you did work hard to get where you are. But why's Velocity pointing it out? What's he up to? B l u r r: ... nothing. B l u r r: Oh, that's the other thing. Tarantulas: *squints* B l u r r: /smirks/ Velocity and I worked things out. Drift: ... Really? Drift: Did he apologize? For, like, everything? B l u r r: ... Not really. Sort of. B l u r r: / frowns/ The thing is, he was mean to me because I let him. He said he tore me down because it was easy. I didn't put up a fight. Ravage: *Soundwave and the Shrimp Sea are here. They're heading to their couch - all save Ravage, who is dragging in a neatly severed arm. Don't worry, it's not dripping everywhere.* B l u r r: / waves! / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage rumbles a greeting through his mouthful of arm and drops it at Blurr's feet. There you go. One leftover, er... requisitioned... from the local hospital.* B l u r r: / smirks/ For me? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod.* Bevel: *Bevel arrives shortly after Soundwave and the band* B l u r r: / waves again / B l u r r: / reaches out to maybe pat Ravage / Thanks. Drift: The fact that it's easy is no excuse! Drift: The people who can't fight back are the people who least deserve to be attacked. B l u r r: He knows that /now/ . In a round about way. he's given me a bit more support. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble allows the pat and scrunches his optics shut. Two birthday gifts for Blurr, then.* B l u r r: Own up to being the monster I am and start proving these slagging mechs wrong. B l u r r: / YESSSS kitty pets. Scritches behind an audial. / B l u r r: [[ yall ready ?? ]] Drift: ((ye!)) Drift: ... He still owes you an apology. Drift: A lot of apologies. B l u r r: He said he was sorry for calling me a monster for the wrong reason. Drift: ... It's a start. Fireball: ((ready here B l u r r: Mm... A start. B l u r r: We still bicker, but it's better. Bevel: ((cro and i are ready Bevel: Blurr! B l u r r: Yes? Bevel: Same birthday! Happy Birthday! :D Drift: *he is getting A PILE of candy and taking a seat* B l u r r: Oh? Thanks! You, too. B l u r r: / settles in seat and has his own snacks / I picked it mostly for the aesthetic. It suits me. Tarantulas: (( hhh. sorry, i'm about to pass out, i have to go. tarantulas left his gift on the snack table, it's a bunch of literal Lilliputronian limbs candied in different flavors B l u r r: [[ omg im so excited. ]] B l u r r: [[ but get some rest. *snug* ]] Drift: *... but not before stopping in front of Velocity's seat.* You really do owe Blurr an apology. Bevel: *grins and sits back, pleased* Drift: *okay. now he'll take his seat.* B l u r r: / snort/ He says that he will. Maybe. B l u r r: /settles next to drift and chews snacks./ This is great. Drift: (("weird tunnel sounds" is the only sound effect that's been worth displaying so far)) Drift: ((i was wrong, "weird tunnel sounds crescendo" tops it)) Bevel: ((love captions Fireball: ((they're hilarious Fireball: ((like that one B l u r r: yes ]] B l u r r: I love when humans are in these kind of stories. /rubs claws together/ Drift: Stories where they're scared to go outside? B l u r r: No. K-Kyeheheh, though it's funny the way you put it. Drift: What kind of stories? B l u r r: The kind that pit them against each other. For survival. Fireball: ((that guy isn't gonna stop yelling Drift: ... If whatever "it" is comes at night, why do they keep going out at night? Fireball: ((probably until something kills him B l u r r: I don't know, I think he's dreaming that? Drift: Yeah. Okay. But the first time. B l u r r: I dunno. B l u r r: Seems like a liar to me. Bevel: *worries this is gonna end badly the way some of the other movies have at this point* B l u r r: Mmm... I don't know if I could just DO that. Drift: Just do what? B l u r r: Help someone like that. B l u r r: In a situation like that. Fireball: ((whelp Fireball: ((kinda glad Ace isn't here for this ItsyBitsySpyers: ((the captioning in this is driving me nuts. you don't write "sound of an approaching vehicle" or "sound of a body being dragged". we KNOW it's a sound. it's in the sound brackets.-- Drift: ((same)) ItsyBitsySpyers: and we can SEE he's dragging the body. you gotta tell us the sound itself. are the leaves crunching? is the body squelching? is there squeaking on the grass or dirt scraping softly?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((okay i just had to yell at whoever did those i'm good now)) B l u r r: ... Ugh. B l u r r: This is why humans never survive. B l u r r: Not that they deserve to. B l u r r: [[ vdid it drop? ]] Drift: ((the video is freezing a little)) Drift: ((it's fine rn)) B l u r r: [[ okay Lemme know if it gets bad. It's windy and a 3 hour storm is coming ]] Drift: ((rude. put a bookmark in first.)) Drift: (("""passionate sighing""")) Drift: ... That doesn't sound suspicious at all. B l u r r: ... Huh. B l u r r: Oberyn never barks at anything like that. B l u r r: He just sort of takes off. Drift: ((noooooo it's black)) B l u r r: [[ Sigh. ]] B l u r r: [[ it's raining. Comcast is panicking. ]] B l u r r: [[ you guys tell me when you see the pause screen ]] Drift: ((there it go)) Fireball: ((pause screen is there B l u r r: [[ everyone good? ]] Drift: ((yep)) Bevel: ((yeah B l u r r: humans are so slow. I'd be on Oberyn so fast. B l u r r: [[ lmao me in the woods ]] B l u r r: [[ I can't tell if this movie is supposed to make the characters so stiff or if that's just the acting ]] Drift: ((it's freezing again)) Drift: ((aaand black)) B l u r r: [[ fuccking A. ] B l u r r: [[ I was trying to beat the storm but it came faster. ]] Drift: ((it's coming in and out now)) B l u r r: [[ lemme know when the screen is on pause. Again. *sigh* ]] Fireball: ((the storm decided it wanted a show too Drift: ((there's the pause screen)) B l u r r: [[ well, no B( [[ B l u r r: [[ ill be right back really quick ]] B l u r r: [[ okay im back. ]] B l u r r: ... Isn't that door usually locked up? Fireball: ((noooo, the doggie Drift: ... how did the dog get in? B l u r r: The door was open. Drift: Why was the door open? It's supposed to be locked, right? Drift: Dogs can't open doors. B l u r r: That's what I said. I don't know. Drift: Huh. Drift: ... Maybe lighting a fire in the middle of the night is a bad idea. B l u r r: Yeah. Maybe. Fireball: ((oh no Bevel: ((Cro and I are both wiped, assume our characters leave at the appropriate time. Night everybody Drift: ((gnight)) Fireball: ((and I am out as well. thanks for the movie and g'night! Drift: ... I still wanna know what "it" is that comes at night. Like, this is a disease movie, isn't it? Diseases don't... come places. Is there something else? B l u r r: ... hmnh. B l u r r: Maybe it's just. His nightmares ? They're always at night. Drift: Then wouldn't it be "they" come at night? B l u r r: I don't know. B l u r r: /scratches helm with claws / Drift: *... takes blurr's hand* B l u r r: / flickers optic/ B l u r r: / wiggles digits/ B l u r r: How interesting humans are... Drift: ... I thought she was gonna shoot him. B l u r r: Same. B l u r r: Why doesn't she just shoot him? Drift: ... Probably because it would have contaminated the house. B l u r r: Well... she shouldn't have a kid in the first place. B l u r r: So. B l u r r: He was also sick. Drift: No, I mean—if she'd shot him inside the house, it would've got his blood everywhere. And then they'd be sick too. B l u r r: Ah, I see. B l u r r: Well they're outside now. Why did it take so long for her to shoot him? Drift: I don't know. Maybe they were trying to think of a way to let them go safely. B l u r r: Well, that's their first mistake B l u r r: Actually their first mistake was taking them in in the first place. B l u r r: Though, I suppose my view on it is a bit skewed. I've never been in that situation. Drift: ... Is he sick? B l u r r: If he's sick, they're all sick. B l u r r: ... That's it? That's the end? Drift: ... I wanna know how those doors got open. There's only one set of keys. B l u r r: That's so unsatisfying... /sulk/ Drift: They never explained that. B l u r r: They said the kid sleep walked but... he's short. B l u r r: How would he reach the locks? Drift: Sure, but he doesn't have the keys. B l u r r: Oh... true. Drift: The—leader human. He and his wife had the keys at all times. B l u r r: So... wait. That's true. B l u r r: If the other son didn't open the door, then who did. B l u r r: Maybe he did. The older kid Drift: He doesn't have access to the keys, either. B l u r r: Their son? B l u r r: Wouldn't he? Or... huh... B l u r r: /scratches helm with other claws / That's a plot hole. Drift: Yeah. B l u r r: I guess it doesn't matter to them, since they're all sick. B l u r r: But, it would be nice to know in general. B l u r r: Seeing as they wouldn't be sick if the door wasn't open. Drift: Yeah. The entire movie hinged on something happening that should've been physically impossible. B l u r r: [[ seriously. No where I google does it tell me what happened with the door. No definite answer. B( ]] B l u r r: Huh... disappointing. B l u r r: Ah, well. Overall, it was very tense. Drift: Yeah. Drift: ... Wasn't really worth the tension, though. If they're just gonna screw over the characters without explanation. B l u r r: / shrugs and stretches/ True... B l u r r: I would have liked some more thorough plot devices. B l u r r: Still, being confined in a space like that... eugh. B l u r r: Ah well... / shifts/ Not a bad birthday movie. Drift: Yeah... Drift: *something about the situation reminds him a little too much of Crystal City* B l u r r: Thanks for coming by. / pat pat shoulder / B l u r r: I know we've missed you. Well, Dodge and I have. Velocity will get there. Drift: Yeah--sorry. I've been... helping the Lost Light shut down. Drift: But I'm not gonna miss my best friend's birthday. B l u r r: Mm. /smirks/ B l u r r: I know you've been busy. Sadly, so have we. B l u r r: I've said it before, but if you ever want a break from whatever you're doing these days, You can call me. Drift: Thanks. Might take you up on that soon. B l u r r: Just call. We can pick you up or you can bridge over. B l u r r: No one's tried to kill me this week, so we're in the clear. Drift: Might be more fun to come when someone IS trying to kill you. B l u r r: /snort/ Maybe. Drift: I haven't got to kill anything in a while. B l u r r: They're all bad at it. B l u r r: Well, if you ever have the itch. Someone's always trying to kill me. Drift: Good to know. B l u r r: /vents/ And, well. It would be nice to see you around more. B l u r r: Between Earth, bounty hunters and Decepticons, I could use a break. B l u r r: I feel like you could, too. Drift: ... Yeah. Maybe I could. B l u r r: /smirks and pushes his helm a little / B l u r r: Maybe? Come on. Drift: *stands* I should head back to the Lost Light. B l u r r: Yeah... /stretches/ I should get back to work B l u r r: we're charting a course. Plus I have to check on my leet. Drift: And I've gotta... Drift: ... I've got stuff to organize. B l u r r: /loops an arm around and hugs/ Drift: *hugs back tightly* B l u r r: Remember I exist, huh? B l u r r: I can help you. Drift: Yeah. Yeah, I know. Thanks. Drift: I'll see you later. B l u r r: Sure. Yeah. B l u r r: I'll see you. And thanks again... can't wait to read it Drift: Lemme know what you think. Drift: *right. better actually leave. heads for the door, waving with his scar hand*

[acureforsin-archived]

Okay missy I said you'd get it in my reply and here it is: on the topic of role reversal/fate swap what do you think would happen if Jecht was allowed to live? If he'd never become Sin do you think he might've made it back to the dream world of Zanarkand? Would he have grown during his time in Spira and become a less shitty papa? I needs to know!!

@siravron comin’ in hot with the feelsy questions!

Okay, so first off, I know Jecht would be devastated. These two men are the closest to friends he’s had in quite probably his entire life, besides his wife (who I headcanon was still someone he got along with and was friends with, even if he wasn’t in love with her), and losing them would be absolutely gutting to him. He wouldn’t know how to want to continue life with them gone.

And he would absolutely carry survivor’s guilt with him, feeling like it should’ve been him to sacrifice himself instead because Jecht’s fucked up so much of his life already, but he could’ve died doing something good. Instead, he didn’t. He’s left to live knowing that he’s now lost everything: his wife, his son, his home, and now his best friends. Once again, he’s alone with nothing but himself, and it’s harder to run from the pain with nothing and no one to distract him.

There would also be the bitter thought that the world or the Fayth or whoever (because it certainly wasn’t his choice) refuses to allow Jecht anything remotely resembling a happy ending after everything he did. He deserves to live with the pain because he’s inflicted so much on other people, and honestly, in these several days/weeks/months probably after they died, Jecht would think back more on the ways he fucked up on the pilgrimage than on the good things he did and the good times they had. It’s so much harder to think about those things when you realize that you always leave nothing but hurt in your wake.

But he wouldn’t go back to drinking. The itch would be there, oh god it would be there. It would tempt him so greatly. But he would uphold his promise to Braska that he’d never touch the stuff again. (Down the road, he might pick up casual social drinking again, but he’d never become a slave to the addiction again.) So he doesn’t drown his pain, either. He works through it. He lives day to day and hopes the hurt will dull down after a while.

And, in fact, it does. It’s difficult, but the clarity of sobriety makes the memories (especially the good ones) that much better. He always remembers them, even takes up the act of praying; not quite the ‘kneeling at the bedside, hands clasped’ sort of praying, but he’d talk to them sometimes on his own, and hope they can hear him. 

After they died, he would slowly make his way back to Bevelle. There would be a lot of fanfare when he returned - the defeat of Sin, the Calm has come, Sir Jecht has returned and can honor the memory of High Summoner Braska and Sir Auron with them - but he doesn’t take part in the celebration. It’s so difficult, and it feels empty when it’s just him. He wallows for a long time afterwards, hides himself away and speaks very little to people. He doesn’t have it in him to be loud and excitable when he’s just lost people who mean the world to him.

But his priority would be to find Yuna. He’d grown quite fond of her, even in the short time he’d met her, and he would want to take care of her as best as he could. Partly because Braska can’t be there anymore, and partly because Jecht knows he fucked up bad with Tidus, and maybe he can make it up somehow by being something of a surrogate father to her. So he would join Kimahri in taking her to Besaid and helping her set up there, and he would keep her safe and protect her. He’d take her to temple every day, and he’d learn what he could right alongside her so that he could try to help her if she ever needed it. He’d also teach her some Blitzball. It isn’t in an attempt to make her a star, but because he loves it, and she’s got a bit of talent for it, really. Also, spending time with each other is important to both of them. He’d tell her stories about Braska and Auron and their journey; tell her how much Braska loves her and is so proud of her. He’d help her through her low times, and enjoy the high times with her. He’d be everything he intended to be as a father to Tidus, but do his damnedest not to fail this time. He wants to do what is right.

But I think he would attempt to find Dream Zanarkand, ultimately to find Tidus, and might even disappear from Besaid for long periods of time to try and find any way back. He isn’t even entirely sure how he got there in the first place, and he ends up spending a lot of his time scanning the horizon, adrift on a small ship out at sea. After a few years, there’s moments where he’s torn about going back. He wants nothing more than to find Tidus and try to make whatever amount of amends he can with him. They’ll never have a close bond, but he wants to at least find a way to apologize to him. But in doing so, in going back to Zanarkand, he would be leaving Yuna behind, alone. I think, when he talks to Braska and Auron, there’d be times when he’d talk about wishing he could see Tidus again. He doesn’t want to leave Yuna, but if he could bring Tidus here...

(It’s a selfish thought, but he thinks it anyway.)

But he would always go back to Besaid, go back to Yuna, and settle into a life there. Also, when the Aurochs formed, Jecht wouldn’t see them lose at all. Canon flip: they’re the fiercest team Spira has ever seen.