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fountainpenguin · 3 months ago

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i know youve mentioned that the dimmadomes have adhd but are there other characters in your fics that are neurodivergent? :0 if that makes sense

It's not usually mentioned in-story, but here are some that have shown up in my writing:

Humans

- You brought up the Dimmadomes having ADHD/OCD comorbidity. They're some of my favorites just in terms of me developing those headcanons somewhat separately for each one of them... starting with Dale, not Dev, actually. But Dev was a logical conclusion afterwards.

Detail I think is cute: Both Dale and Dev like Sims games because they like building nice, organized things that are under their control (Yes, Dev does have a computer in his bedroom and I imagine he uses it mostly for games). Dev likes cleaning and organizing simulators. Dale played a LOT of Sims during the 50 years of frozen time. I like to think Sims was an awakening for teen Dale in terms of same-sex relationships, but he will never, ever tell you that. Come to think of it, there's no way boy x boy manga-loving Dev is not also exploring same-sex relationships through his Sims world. Like father, like son?

Realizing how funny it would be if Doug had ADHD and OCD and that's why he jumps from one business to another and why his dream in "Mooooving Day" is a suburbia of people dressed in identical outfits living in identical houses in many identical rows still has me on the floor. I'm sorry, I just think my realization of that when I'd already headcanoned both Dale and Dev with ADHD/OCD was extremely funny. Big "Wait a minute" lightbulb moment.

Dale has several interesting things we could talk about, and they're discussed in detail in the character profile I'm posting for him next week. On his list are complex PTSD, hypervigilance, and dissociation. He also has misophonia as part of his OCD (and so does Dev).

- My OC Hadley Harrington also has ADHD/OCD comorbidity. Her big thing is hoarding OCD. I discussed it more in her character profile and we saw it in action in "50 Words of Dev and Hazel," where Dev dug through his mom's stuff to rescue an au pair that had been crushed under her hoard.

In that story, Dale told Dev he was allowed to go to a Christmas party with his peers as long as he brought back some of their wrapping paper so Dale could wrap Hadley's present. She actually likes her presents when they're made of scraps because the recycling helps her feel better than paper being wasted, plus she thinks it looks fun in videos, and Dale knows that. Just a little detail I thought was cute.

- Chloe has mild OCD. She sometimes has anxiety attacks and experiences dissociation.

- Timmy and Mikey Munroe are two other characters who have ADHD in my works and I LOVE playing them as foils for each other, with Timmy being less attentive and Mikey being more hyperactive.

- Mikey also has dyslexia (Heavily implied by canon where he struggles with the spelling bee), which is interesting. I am still obsessed that his crush (Sophie Sanders) seems to have dyscalculia. Boy who struggles with words, girl who struggles with numbers, what crimes will they commit?

- Peppy Happy Betty has severe anxiety. In the original version of "Solo" (which was posted and up for a while), she said Sanderson helped her through her self-harm struggles. I later tweaked it so she says she's been scratching herself as I didn't think the original phrasing fit with the rest of my T-rated content (and I didn't want to catch people off guard with it).

Pink and Gray is supposed to delve into her self-harm, which is part of why I plan to raise its rating when it comes off hiatus (and I'll update the tags accordingly). This is one of the stories that I expected to censor most from its original draft, but since I want to raise its rating for other reasons anyway, I'd like to explore her self-harm arc too. Carefully and with proper tags as mentioned. Betty gets into tattoos later as a way to redirect some of those feelings. I... think she has bat (Anti-Fairy) wings tattooed on her back, but I'll have to double check. Pretty sure it's bat wings.

- I'd also like to write Hazel as autistic- I've seen autistic writers talk about the many things they relate to with her and I like their portrayals.

- I've been waffling over making Kevin Crocker neurodivergent because it feels right to me, but I haven't nailed down exactly what I want to do with him. Open to suggestions, but still doing research and trying to find what feels right :)

Non-Humans

Disclaimer - My non-humans have non-human brains; I'm translating a few things from their in-universe diagnoses for clarity.

- Goldie has Harm OCD. Her species (will o' the wisps) are stereotyped as "damsels force drakes into harems" and she has a lot of paranoia regarding that.

Enter Goldie-Poof dubcon arc where Poof feels awful about expressing his relationship concerns to Goldie, knowing she'll panic about them, so he keeps hiding his feelings. "Watch and Learn" was a story where Poof broke up with Goldie, only to take her back almost immediately.

- Anti-Cosmo has bipolar disorder (hand in hand with mania, depression, dissociation, and hypersexuality). Specifically, he has a parallel of it that applies to his specific species- In-universe, he has multiple diagnoses for his condition.

Anti-Fairies refer to him as "having a lightning spirit in his head" (and those he grew up with used they/them pronouns for Anti-Cosmo in his youth because of this, in accordance with Anti-Fairy culture). Fairies diagnose him as "being a Fairy in an Anti-Fairy's body" since his mood changes are arguably similar to those of a drone without pheromone exposure.

In Fairy terms, Anti-Cosmo has divus displacement disorder, which is treated by rubbing pheromones on his face every day. This is referenced again in the sideblog post I'm putting up tomorrow (about pheromones), but Anti-Cosmo throws off a lot of people because he always smells different due to those pheromones. Fairies consider him to have a shifting identity and don't trust him.

- Anti-Cosmo's mother (Anti-Florensa) and brother (Anti-Robin Jr.) have a magical parallel of schizophrenia. His brother experiences hallucinations of the past while his mother has hallucinations about different future timelines.

Anti-Cosmo had a bad falling out with his brother around the time he figured out who he's a reincarnation of (Frayed Knots), as Anti-Robin's struggle to remember who Anti-Cosmo is in this lifetime (and react to him appropriately) strained their relationship.

In Anti-Fairy culture, they're also considered to have their souls entangled with nature spirits and are referred to as they/them by many people (though their enjoyment of being addressed that way fluctuates).

- Foop has dissociative identity disorder. I don't really have anything more to say about it. Lots of trauma going on there. Definitely some PTSD. And again, as an Anti-Fairy, his culture also diagnoses him as having a nature spirit tangled with his soul.

Unfortunately, Foop doesn't get a lot of the help he needs because Anti-Fairies tend to wave his situation off as a genetic condition rather than something trauma-related, seeing as several members of his family tree are also diagnosed with nature spirit conditions. This actually plays into why Foop connects with Fairy culture in a lot of ways (and why he has a pixie therapist, not an Anti-Fairy one).

- I think Poof has a little PTSD too and/or some anxiety, seeing as he had a panic attack at the end of "All I Ever Wanted" when talking about life with Goldie.

- Two characters of mine (a fairy named Rupert Roebeam and a pixie named Walter Keefe) have dysolfactya, which is a parallel of dyslexia I created for the inability to organize scents in your head (Not exactly the easiest thing to live with in a world that relies on pheromones to keep you from wandering into dangerous areas).

- I... usually refer to Longwood's and Poof's lack of interest in preening as a parallel of asexuality for a world where licking necks and faces is a big deal, but it's kind of interesting to think about. In-universe, they'd probably be diagnosed in some medical or psychological way.

Very pre-DSM update vibes, which absolutely fits the time period I have the cloudlands set in. Something akin to "diagnosed with critically low libido" for sure, but for licking.

- H.P. has OCD (Imo, this is implied by the song he sings in the Musical about how he doesn't hate the Fairies and doesn't want to take over, but can't stop himself from doing so because he "must cater" to his urge to be "the world's administrator," not to mention his insistence on 37-year plans).

He hates untidy notes- There are several scenes where he rewrites his entire note page because he doesn't like marks on his notes (including crossed-out words). He also has issues with lying and his athazagoraphobia (fear of being forgotten), leading to the winning combo of making it explicitly clear when he plans to enact a takeover plan. There's a whole thing about how he has to justify his takeovers in terms of "It's their fault for not stopping me; I warned them I'd do it."

H.P. also experienced zoochosis during his time at the Eros Nest (zoo run by Cupid's family), leading to repetitive behaviors with no clear end goal. That probably affects him even now in a PTSD-adjacent way.

There might be characters I didn't mention - I feel like I'm blanking on something Anti-Marigold experiences - but those are the ones that come to mind for FOP 'fics!

#Me holding 2 characters & looking back and forth in surprise between the list of neurodivergent conditions and them #“Can't believe these two don't count. I am a fool.”#FAIRIES!#ridwriting #asks #idk if I want to add character tags but maybe later #Cherry lemon ship tag #Long post

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jerzwriter · 2 years ago

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Homecoming

This is a "censored" version of a slightly NSFW commission done by the incomparable @/artbyainna on Instagram. The full version and accompanying fic can be found below the break.

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Category: Loving Smut

Summary: New parents and normally insatiable Casey & Tobias have been given the "green light" by Casey's OB/GYN, and they are determined to make it a night to remember.

Words: 2.9k

A/N: This commission has me 😱 But it's definitely a little NSFW, so the full version is below. The uncensored artwork and fic both contain adult content and should not be viewed by anyone under 18. @aprilchallenge - You are My Home / @tobias-carrick-appreciation-week - Day 5 After Hours - Romance

Have I mentioned how much I freaking love Ainna? I have? OK. Carry on as I continue to drool over this commission. 😊

Casey was all smiles as she left Dr. Garcia’s office. Per usual, she had the nurses and staff in stitches as she regaled them with story upon story of how she and Tobias were adjusting to life as new parents.

“You need a sitcom!” the receptionist, Jean, hollered.

“I agree,” Nurse Becky chimed in. “None of us ever saw Dr. Carrick… well… the other Dr. Carrick, in the happily married, proud papa role, but he seems to have grown into it.”

“Ah, he was made for this,” Casey beamed. “It just had to happen at the right time.”

“With the right person,” Jean injected. “I don’t know what kind of fairy dust you’re mixing, lady, but you should market that stuff. Because trust… many tried and failed before you. You could be rich.”

“Well, I’m going to be selfish and keep that magic to myself,” Casey winked. “It could be dangerous, you know? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go… I’m anxious to get home to my husband.”

The doctor’s offices were in a separate wing from the main hospital, but Casey was still cautious as she made her way to the garage. Still, on maternity leave, she had no desire to run into anyone and get marred down in further conversation… not today.

She made it to her new car, a Genesis G90. A ridiculously overpriced “push present” Tobias gifted her after Samantha’s birth.

“Hey, it’s top-rated for safety, and that’s what my two girls will be driving in.”

If there was one thing he knew more than how much she disdained extravagant gifts, it was the loopholes around them that would prohibit her from turning them away. But today, she was the one with a present he couldn’t resist if he tried.

“Hello,” he answered, and her face brightened.

“Hello, gorgeous! How are you and my precious little girl?”

“We are doing great!” He gushed. “We had naptime and bathtime, but our daughter is not much of a conversationalist. She didn’t have a word to say when I told her all about how we met. She seemed bored. Rude… if you ask me.”

Casey rolled her eyes. “I see that dad joke gene is already active in you.”

“I was born to tell dad jokes, babe,” he laughed. “How’d your visit go?”

“It went great… better than great!”

“Yeah, how so?”

“I got the green light.”

“Hun, are you driving? Why don’t we talk when you get home?”

“No!” she laughed. “You’re on Bluetooth, dear. I’m fine. The green light I’m referring to has nothing to do with traffic.”

“All right, you’ve lost me… if the green light is not about…. OH!” realization struck. “You mean that green light.”

“YES!!!!” Casey cheered. “T, was your Mom serious when she said she’d take Sammy off our hands for a night so we could… rest?”

“Heh,” he chuckled deeply. “She sure was. Unfortunately, there won’t be much rest taking place.”

“Well, we don’t have to tell her that,” Casey laughed. “Can you make it happen? Six-freaking weeks, we’ve waited long enough! When we plunge back into that refreshing pool, I don’t want any distractions from spectators on their lounge chairs or high chairs.”

“Interesting analogy. When do we want to do this?”

“Tonight? After dinner?”

“Anxious, are we,” he grinned.

“Oh, and you’re not?”

“Please, I’m ready to bundle this little one up now and leave her on grandma’s front steps.”

“Tobias!” she giggled.

“What? My Mom would be good to her?”

“Yes… for the night… now, set it up. I’ll be home in fifteen minutes.”

“I’m on it! Let the foreplay begin.”

~~~~~

Casey decided to stay home when Tobias brought Sammy to Vivian’s. Saying goodbye to her little one for her first overnight visit with Grandma proved more challenging than anticipated. Plus, she wanted to be “ready” when her loving husband returned. She rushed to their bedroom and dug through her long abandoned lingerie drawer, dismayed to find almost nothing fit anymore. Discouraged, she grumbled.

“I should have known this!”

Finally, an older pair of stretchy black lace panties with a matching, equally stretchy, bra fit. It would have to do.

“At least these still fit,” she sighed as she slipped on a pair of black, patent leather pumps. She let her long lochs down and touseled her hair, applying a bit of lipgloss for the final touch. Giving herself the once over in the mirror, she smiled… sure, her body may have changed, but she still had it going on… and Tobias reminded her of that every chance he had.

Her eyes widened when she heard the rumbling of keys in the front door a little sooner than expected.

“Shit!” She whispered, rushing to light the candles she had placed on the room's perimeter. Then, she hopped onto their bed and struck a seductively sweet pose. She took a deep breath as her heart raced with anticipation.

The look on Tobias’s face when he opened the door was priceless. As was the delightful, almost nervous chuckle that followed. He tossed his phone on a table next to the bedroom door, and effortlessly removed his shirt, biting his lower lip as he glided in her direction. He was on her in an instant. His lips ravaging hers as his tongue swept into her mouth, proving that the lipgloss had been a wasted effort in just seconds. His hands slid over the length of her body. He eagerly caressed every curve as if he were exploring them for the first time, yet, with a familiarity and ease that could only be shared with the person his heart had waited its whole life for.

His large hand slid over her breast, deftly pushing the soft lace aside. He cupped it tenderly as his thumb encircled her pert nipple. A languid groan slipped from her mouth into his, and she felt him smile against her.

“I missed those beautiful little noises, baby girl.”

“Good,” she smiled. “Because there are many more where that came from.”

Tobias pulled back with a gentle smile, his eyes slowly trailing over her body.

“You are so freaking beautiful,” he sighed, sucking in a breath as he soaked her in once more.

Casey’s cheeks reddened, and she demurred just a little.

“I wanted to wear something nicer than this old set,” she apologized. “But nothing fits me anymore.”

His eyes landed on hers, an incredulous look on his face. “Baby, you don’t need any of this. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

Before she could respond, his lips were on hers again as his hands moved up her torso, ripping the delicate lace in two and tossing its remains to the floor.

“Tobias!” Casey shouted.

“What? You said it’s old… I’ll replace it. But I have got to have you.”

His fingers ran through her hair as he planted tender kisses on her neck… her chest, telling her how beautiful she was and how much he loved her with each gentle touch. Casey’s eyes shut, reveling in his adoration, but then she squirmed, abruptly pushing him away.

“What,” he asked, startled. “Are you OK? Do you want to… to wait?”

“No! Oh, God, no!” she insisted.

“OK,” he smiled crookedly, “thank God. But what’s wrong? Why’d you pull away.”

Casey playfully slithered against him, relishing the way he hissed when her tongue traced the curve of his ear, finishing with her teeth roughly tugging at his earlobe.

“We had an amazing sex life for a pregnant couple,” she whispered, “I mean… the best of anyone we know.”

“We did… we are freaking good,” he agreed.

“But…”

“But?” he pushed back, brows raised.

“But once we found out I was pregnant, sex was usually… sweet… very loving and sweet. Don’t misunderstand. I loved it… I love that….”

“But…” he continued.

Casey leaned forward, staring lustfully into his eyes.

“But I don’t want sweet tonight,” she said with a graveled voice that sent a shiver down his spine.

She knew the salacious smirk that came to his face well. “And what do you have in mind?” he leered.

She reached over to the end table and opened up a drawer, tossing a red satin ribbon that hadn’t received much attention lately his way.

“I was thinking about this,” she purred.

A slow, measured chuckle escaped him, nodding enthusiastically as his fingers stroked the smooth strip of fabric.

“OK. OK,” he grinned. “I love the way you think.” He picked up the ribbon and snapped it between his hands. “Whatever you want, gorgeous.”

“Welll…” she droned as Tobias began binding her wrists. “It’s just that usually… you know… when you tie up my wrists like this? It’s usually about whatever you want.”

She thought he may have growled.

“I was so fucking lucky to find you,” he enthused as he rapidly tied the ribbon into a tight bow.

“You sure were,” she giggled. “But there is one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m not sure how I feel about calling you Daddy now that you are… you know… a Daddy?”

Laughing playfully, he answered her with a kiss. “You could always go with sir… or spice it up a little, call me Papi? Whatever you like.”

“Tobias,” she teased, “it’s supposed to be what you like!”

His eyes locked on hers… darkened… all signs of playfulness gone.

“What I’d like is you… up against that wall… right now.”

Casey bit her lower lip with a grin.

“Yes, sir…” she mewled, eagerly complying with his order. She placed her bare back against the wall, cold against her burning flesh, she allowed the delicious chill to travel throughout her body.

This wasn’t their first rodeo, so she knew just what to do… arms over her head, one leg gently crossed over the other. Then with a deep breath, she waited… silently, motionless… not another move until he instructed her what to do.

Tobias was desperate to be inside her, but he took his time. Watching her, her hair covering her breast, allowing just a peek at her swollen pink nipples. He could barely breathe. His wife, so beautiful, trusting… waiting so prettily for his command, his touch. He walked toward her, painstakingly slow, stalking her the way an animal stalks its prey… and she was his prey. He wanted to devour her… in the most salacious way.

He placed his arm over her head, eagerly grasping her bound hand in his. His steely blue eyes stared into hers with an intensity that made her weak. She could feel his breath wafting over her skin. And while her mouth went dry, she felt moisture pooling between her legs. Struggling to remain still, desperate for his touch… it finally arrived in the form of a finger, trailing down her face. She let out the softest whimper as his thumb ran over her full lips, earning her a stern look, but he let it slip. He couldn’t help it; he was enraptured.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed, stroking her chin. “You are so beautiful, and you’re mine.”

His mouth was on her chest. Its warmth soothed her as he sucked and nibbled her hardened peak like a man starved. His tongue teased her nipple, lodged between his teeth, as his fingers furiously rolled and tugged the other side. He smiled when her body began to quiver. Yet, she compliantly held her breath to stop herself from making the noises her body was desperate to release.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, never removing his teeth nipple. She pressed her back against the wall, struggling to find something to help her through.

His hands firmly grasped her hips, and he shifted back.

“But good girls, don’t try to get away from me like that. What are you doing, baby?” he asked as his fingers began stroking her soaked folds. “I’ve only started to have fun with you. You can’t give up this soon… try to relax.”

He dropped to his knees, uncrossing her leg and placing her thigh over his shoulder. She bit her lips to muffle a scream as he buried his face between her legs. He feverishly rubbed, licked, bit… his firm tongue entering her body, then slowly dragged up to her swollen clit as she grinded her hips against his face. He came up for air with a smile but refused to stop servicing her as he did. He scraped the stubble on his chin against her delicate skin, over and over again, until she couldn’t fight it anymore. A wonton shriek filled the air, reverberating off the walls as her body shuddered around him.

With his mouth still latched on to her, he smacked her ass firmly to get her attention.

“Did I say you could make noise yet?”

“No… I… I’m sorry,” she gasped.

His teeth grazed her swollen clit, then tugged it for effect.

“I’m sorry.. who?”

“I’m… I’m…” she panted. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

Tobias snickered despite himself, gently kissing her inner thighs as she gyrated around him.

“You really can’t bring yourself to say, Daddy, anymore. Can you, baby girl?”

“Tobias…” she moaned with a giggle, “you’re breaking role!”

“I am,” he agreed. Jumping to his feet, he untied her wrists with one quick tug. “Because I have to have you.”

Lifting her by her thighs, she wrapped her legs around his back, holding him close as she fell on the bed with him atop her. His mouth ferociously on to whatever it touched… her face, neck, chest. He lifted himself off to push his pants to the floor. Casey groaned when his erection sprung out, smacking her lower abdomen, then quickly rubbing over her clit before roughly plunging inside her. Their mutual moans filled the air as hot-white pleasure overtook them. There was no time, space, nothing except them and the intense pleasure they brought each other.

“Oh... God…I…” Casey spat out in choked breaths.

Tobias moved hard and fast, his rock-hard cock moving with ease in and out of her slick, tight walls… all too eager to welcome him home.

“Oh.. you feel good,” he gasped in her ear. “You feel so fucking good! How am I not always inside of you?”

“I wouldn’t complain,” she whispered as he chuckled.

“I missed you,” he grunted… as his pace doubled. Beads of sweat dropped off him, splashing onto Casey below as his movements became more erratic. Her cries grew louder with each punishing thrust.

“Oh, God, I should stop….’

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” She hollered, her eyes wide. Gripping his hips, she pushed up into him.

“I didn’t want to come this quick, but.. I…I….”

“The quicker we come,” she panted. “The quicker we get to round two? Right?”

“Yeah,” Tobias nodded. “I love the way you think.”

Permission granted, he kept fucking her so hard and so fast that they found themselves pushed against the headboard.

“Oh, God,” he gasped. “Oh, God… Casey… are you….”

She didn’t need to answer as she clenched around him so tightly he fought to stay inside her.

“TOBIAS!!!” She screamed, and he smiled because he knew the neighbors had to hear that.

“That’s my girl,” hissed through clenched teeth, “That’s my girl coming for me.”

He pushed in one, two more times, then a deep, guttural groan escaped him as he spilled deep inside her.

His quivering body collapsed atop her. Both felt as if every nerve was exposed, every touch sending shocks throughout them, but they weren’t about to stop. Limbs entwined, they desperately clung to each other, kissing, licking, his fingers tangled in her hair.

Eventually, he collapsed at her side, and her head lay atop his chest, listening to the sound of his beating heart.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped.

“Holy fuck is right,” Casey beamed.

He turned to her with a salacious smile. “We’ve still got it, baby!”

“We so still have it,” she happily agreed.

“I love you,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I love you so much. Thank you… thank you for being at the deli that day.”

“Thank you for being there,” she giggled. “Oh, and then thanks for saving me.”

“Oh, baby girl,” he said, taking her face in his hands. “If anyone needed saving, it was me. And you did it in the best possible way. You are my world, Casey Carrick.”

“And you’re mine. I love you.”

Tobias pulled her to him, their lips meeting in a gentle, tender kiss.

“So,” he winked as he pulled away. “Are you ready for round two?”

“Round two?” she giggled. “Maybe after a quick nap.”

“Oh, thank God!” he sighed. “You know, I’m an old man.”

“Yeah, but you’re my old man.”

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yangxiaolongstan · 4 months ago

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ok on my previous blog i did a few posts about fixing the things i didn't like about Fallout 4. not because i hate it but because i love it and want a better version. this time, weapon and armor tweaks.

first off, the problem children: power armor and heavy weapons. the real issues are that power armor is too all purpose and easy to access, and heavy weapons are too niche and situational. the minigun is practically useless after you kill the deathclaw in concord because you will never have enough ammo for it. on the other hand the power armor you pick up in the same quest is way too strong and there's absolutely no reason to ever not use it. if you know what you're doing you're not likely to run out of fusion cores past the super early game and there's no skill locking it off. the fix for power armor is super simple, reintroduce the idea that you need special training to use power armor and reduce the number of fusion cores in the world substantially. this will gate power armor off and make it a mostly late game item that you need to be careful with. the minigun should have somewhat higher damage, slightly lower fire rate, and also should not be present in concord at the start. maybe replace it and the power armor with a grenade launcher and some nice combat armor in a locked chest in the airship or something like that. and make them optional to the quest of saving the Minutemen. most of the explosive heavy weapons are pretty good but it's weird that there's no grenade launchers or anything like that. the gatling laser is fine if a bit op but i think there should also be other heavy energy weapons like tesla canons and plasma casters to complement it. the fat man is ridiculously strong but given that it takes either cheats, an absurd number of caps, or a long time to get one it's fine. the junk jet is great and i will hear no arguments.

for unarmed weapons there needs to be a greater variety and more to separate them than just damage. maybe damage type can vary more. the deathclaw gauntlet is super under powered compared to the powerfist so amp its damage and maybe give it a dangerous bleed effect. and let the player either incorporate unarmed weapons into their power armor or use them while wearing it.

energy weapons need their rifles and pistols separated at minimum. why can i turn a tiny laser pistol into a huge sniper rifle? the institute models should be sleeker and less boxy. don't let them take up a third of the screen. they should be as powerful as the standard laser weapons plus an effect unique to institute weapons, maybe they drain power armor or shut down robots with enough shots. and institute plasma weapons should probably reduce armor condition more than standard plasma. gamma guns are great as is.

speaking of armor condition, bring back equipment durability. it's such a good mechanic and it would fit great with Fallout 4's expanded crafting system.

single piece armors need to be stronger to match the multi piece sets. particularly for faction soldiers. it's absurd that coursers have worse armor than the gen 1s they fight with. Combat armor and Synth armor need more to differentiate themselves and Synth armor needs a complete redesign to not look like absolute shit (except the helmets, those kick ass) the Marine armor also doesn't look great and it's way way too heavy to be useful but it's very effective and could be good with a slight redesign so it didn't clip like crazy and slightly lower weight.

for melee weapons the fast swing speed group needs a significant expansion and a damage boost so they aren't completely irrelevant, the medium needs to have at least 1 proper energy blade, the slow is mostly ok but my god why the hell can you just make a rocket sledge? it makes the standard super sledge completely redundant. more variety in legendary effects too. they'll have their own section but for now, it's weird that pickman's blade is just a weaker throatslicer, Kremv's tooth looks awesome but the effect is terrible, Atom's judgement on the other hand is just incredible 10/10 no notes.

for guns, i want a better variety and a larger ammo variety. i don't necessarily have a problem with rifles using .45 ammo but it's weird that it's so common whereas the only pistols that use it are pipe weapons. maybe the combat rifle could use 5.56 or 5mm instead and we could have a combat pistol that used .45. combat pistols could have a similar skin to the deliverer only larger and silver instead of black. in fact, make the deliverer one of these. the hunting rifle needs a damage boost to function as the game's go to ballistic sniper, and should start off with a stock. the shotguns are really good but there should be 20 and 12 gauge versions. ive never been able to make myself give a single fuck about the assault rifle but it definitely needs a different model and some way to differentiate itself. maybe slightly higher rate of fire than the combat rifle but slightly lower damage and it automatically comes with a reflex sight like New Vegas' marksman carbine. i think giving it a model similar to the radium rifle would be good, but without all the weird extra bits slapped on. that way we can tell the radium rifle was made by altering the assault rifle. the handmade rifle needs a new name but otherwise i like it, especially the fact that depending on how good you are with bashing, automatic weapons, and non auto rifles you get different upgrades.

finally legendary weapons and armor. not gonna sugarcoat it, these SUCK. ive played over 2,600 hours of Fallout 4 and ive found maybe 4 good random legendaries across all my playthroughs. and all 4 were completely broken. most legendary effects are either borderline useless like ghoul slayers or exterminators, or absolutely absurd like explosive, instigating, and 2 shot. and even the best effects are entirely dependent on the weapon you find them on. explosive and never ending are probably the best examples. explosive turns an otherwise terrible weapon like the submachine gun into an alright weapon like the spray and pray, a great weapon like the radium rifle into a fantastic one with the kiloton radium rifle, and a pretty good weapon like the combat shotgun into a completely game breaking meat grinder. it's way too powerful. Never Ending is the opposite problem, with one glaring exception. for most weapons, Never Ending just makes you never have to reload. this is ok for early low capacity weapons like the double barreled shotgun, but completely useless on anything with a decent clip size or high damage, which is literally everything after the super early game, and on one weapon in particular it's completely broken. because of a weird glitch Never Ending gives the Gatling laser *literally infinite ammo* and since the gatling laser is already one of the most potentially powerful weapons in the game, this combination is also completely game breaking. I'll be honest, I don't really know how to fix legendaries, other than to remove the glitches and make at least some of them removable and craftable.

#fallout 4 #fallout #fixing fallout 4

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fairydares · 1 year ago

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figure this blog could use a pinned post now

[There's a chance I follow you if you follow me, but it'd be under my main username: @underestimated-heroine]

pfp is some of Mashima's official art of Lucy Heartfilia.

***How to find any post on Tumblr via tags (requires desktop, handy to have in the Fairy Tail fandom imo)***

***Incomplete, informal FT fanfic rec list, and here's another***

***If you make Fairy Tail fan art, here's a reminder that you can tag ft-reboost to get your art more reblogs (they want you to!)***

-i block art reposters and anyone who reblogs them too often to be a mistake. period.

-on why we don't link our kofis etc. specifically on AO3 (idgaf if you make money off fanfic. in fact, have at it...just don't link ur Kofi or PayPal or anything on AO3 because it endangers the archive.)

-This blog is firmly anti-censorship and anti-harassment. This includes being against anyone who throws around words like "romanticize" and "normalize" or "don't like don't read EXCEPT [ship type/sex-related thing you've decided doesn't count as fiction]." I am also defending stuff I personally wouldn't read with this statement. (My own words & more on this, non-graphic cw/tw for basically all the depraved content this discussion entails.)

*tbc I don't like to make DNI's Like This, but due to some personal life experiences, a harassment campaign I went through once upon a time over a (not even sexual) fic I wrote, and some troubling trends and language I now see in this fandom, I feel the need to be clear and also show some solidarity with darkfic writers and enjoyers.

MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANY OF THIS THOUGH.

My Writing

*have never opened up my inbox for fic recs. might someday, if anyone's even really interested, but not right now*

-(Mis)Communication: Gajevy week prompt I wrote f o r e v e r ago, it feels like! AO3 Rating M. Basically Levy misses Gajeel on a girls vacation with Lucy, Juvia, and Cana & tries to sext him. shenanigans ensue.

-Chasing Tails: scrungled-ass Next Gen fic. AO3 Rating E. Premise is that the NaLu child, Nashi, wound up on Our Earth as a child then forgot her family, Fairy Tail, and Earth Land by the time she was 17. Then Natsu finally finds her. Lots of the original beloved FT characters are missing in the beginning and there's a mystery as to why that is. Believe it or not, this fic is supposed to be more humor than anything, at least to my heart. Updates are going slow right now but I'm getting better chapter by chapter, and I'm determined to finish.

-Ice and Igni: feral baby mammoth next gen fic based on the Stone Age Omake, which fascinates me. AO3 Rating M. premise is Greige & Nasha "discovering each other" sort of like Natsu and Lucy did, with the necessary premise feature that the male and female tribes were separated long ago under mysterious circumstances (why do i love doing this?)

-Reminiscing on the Hard Road: a Gruvia one-shot where I basically give one version of events that might have led to Juvia and Gray getting together through memories. Couple-angsty, breakup & makeup fic with a happy ending.

-Series I did for Nalu Week 2024 (AO3 Link). Day 1: Cuddling/Nightmare - "Princes to Dragons" (Link for on here). [This is still coming out 😬]

There are others, but i don't feel they're worth mentioning. if you're intensely curious you can find them on ffnet. all fairy tail, for now.

#fairy tail #posts i actually wrote #my writing #fairy tail archive

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aprilblossomgirl · 2 years ago

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My Drama Universe 2022 Wrap-up

For someone who’s been fussy about being in a drama-slump this year (well, k-drama slump to be exact), this wrap-up list sure proved otherwise. Not as extensive as what others might have, perhaps, but these are what showed up to me this year that I willingly embraced consumed. Mostly BLs and Thai’s series, not all that I picked were airing this year, some aired year(s) back. Even for the ones airing this year, not all I watched live. So, it will probably cloud my perception of the show, somehow. However, I’m a firm believer of that not every show is for everyone (or, in this case, me), and that sometimes I had better experience of consuming certain shows when I watched it later after its airing period in my own pace.

A bit of story nobody asked. I’ve been watching Asian tv series / movies since the mid-end 90s. Started with mostly J-drama(s) and very occasionally C/Tw-drama(s), and then followed by an intense past decade of mostly K-drama(s). It was only at the beginning of this year that I’ve been exposed to Th-drama(s) and BLs (or QLs in general) and that was partly due to some major changes I had this year (moving back home to a time zone 12-hours ahead after 4-5 years being away in a foreign land + the series of reverse culture shock). Diving into these media has somehow given me a new kind of comfort I didn’t know I needed at the time. A comfort I know I will still be seeking for the next years to come. And since I’ve made this Tumblr page as my safe zone, why not include a yearly recaps/wrap-up list for my own documentation, also as an index to refer to if later I decide to make some Best-of-2022 kind of posts.

Anyway, I don’t do quantified rating here, I’m just giving some little hearts or highly subjective brief commentary shouts, if any. But if anyone would like to talk or share some thoughts about some of these shows with me, feel free to drop by the comment or my dm or ask box :)

Oh, and when I said little hearts, I mean these:

🤍 (white) - the show owns my soul, period.

🖤 (black) - it’s my top-something-kind-of shows.

❤️ (red) - loved any aspect of the show: the stories / the tropes / the character(s) / pair(s) / the music / the aesthetics.

Ok, now, the list(s) will go under the cut. A little notes: I didn't separate them based on the genre (QL/non-QL) or the regions for my own convenience.

First, here’s the list of the shows I watched and finished this year, supposedly in a chronological order I picked them (but maybe some were off the timeline -- I didn’t really track them real time, unfortunately):

F4 Thailand: Boys Over Flowers (Thailand 2021-2022) -- I watched almost all adaptation of Hana Yori Dango, and I must say, the Thai version was better written in most parts. Also, Kavin-Kaning was cute here, almost a match to the Korean’s counterpart: So YiJeong - Chu GaEul <3

🤍 Kieta Hatsukoi (Japan 2021) -- my first love, ever, in BL. I adore this show so so much!

❤️ 2gether + Still 2gether (Thailand 2020) -- not gonna lie, these ones gave me comfort in an unexplainable way.

❤️ TharnType (Thailand 2019) + TharnType 2: 7 Years of Love (Thailand 2020) -- you can say anything about this show or everything about it, but to me, this gave me my #1 comfort character: Type Thiwat Phawattakun, and it hasn’t changed.

Together with Me (Thailand 2017) + Together with Me: The Next Chapter (Thailand 2018) -- the friendship in this show was one of my favorites. Also, this show introduced me to my ultimate favorite BL casting pair: MaxTul. But my most favorite part? Their hometown by the river in the Amphawa district.

My Husband in Law (Thailand 2020) -- what to say more: a drama, that I enjoyed but will not revisit.

❤️ Bad Buddy (Thailand 2021-2022) -- the 5th episode’s rooftop kiss arc my beloved, and need to say no more, a comfort show until today.

Cupid's Last Wish (Thailand 2022) -- my introduction to EarthMix; in a way I was glad I watched this first instead of ATOTS.

❤️ Star and Sky: Star in My Mind (Thailand 2022) -- another comfort show, my adorable Khabkluen & Daonuea; can’t wait to see them again in Our Skyy 2!

🖤 KinnPorsche (Thailand 2022) -- the show that ignites something in me which I cannot label. KimChay will forever hold a chokehold on me. A show that, in one way or another, I might never have a proper closure with. That said, the chaotic that is their casts ensemble had a very special place in my heart.

🤍 Manner of Death (Thailand 2020) -- my forever #1 (not so) BL! TanBunn remains one of my top BL couples.

🖤 HIStory3: Trapped (Taiwan 2019) -- Meng Shao Fei is everything I need in a lead character, and I need him to be with Tang Yi. Also, this show has one of the most adorable second couple.

❤️ To My Star (South Korea 2021) -- this show is strangely beautiful to me. Kang Seo Joon and Han Ji Woo were those unlikely pair that I need to see being together.

Semantic Error (South Korea 2022) -- a beauty that is not for me specifically, but I enjoyed watching the growth of relationship between Chu Sang Woo and Jang Jae Young.

❤️ A Tale of Thousand Stars (Thailand 2021) -- I LOVE everything about this heartwarming show with my whole heart. Tian is another comfort character to me. And the village kids! I just can’t stress enough how I really appreciate and love it that the show made the kids part of every step on Tian’s emotional growth all throughout. The slow burn romance, though, tested my patience to the peak, but in the end, it was all worth it. My very brief halfway thought here and final thought here. Can’t wait to see Moonlight Chicken for more of EarthMix.

🖤 Not Me (Thailand 2021-2022) -- I don’t think any words would suffice to express my thoughts about this show, so I’ll just settle with: it’s fucking brilliant, enough said.

❤️ Old Fashion Cupcake (Japan 2022) -- this show very much feels like a hug and comforting in way that especially when you’re at the age range of TogawaNozue you will understand. The conversation and gradual growth of emotional intimacy between them was something I could relate and reflect to.

Tonhon Chonlatee (Thailand 2020-2021) -- I’m a big fan of mutual pining, but not so a big fan of last minutes reveal. That said, this was a show with another favorite friendship squad.

Blacklist (Thailand 2019) -- watched this during my The Eclipse era mainly because of First and Khaotung were in it. I liked the overall story and the theme it brought up, but more especially I loved the cast ensemble and their chemistry with one another.

🖤 55:15 Never Too Late (Thailand 2021-2022) -- this was my first time watching a Thai series with a kind of slice-of-life genre, and I love it, such a realistically beautiful takeaway about youth and regret. Another lovely casts ensemble with my favorite performances of Khaotung and View.

❤️ Vice Versa (Thailand 2022) -- an absolute beauty nobody could convince me otherwise! The aesthetics (and clearly the budget) of both audio and visual were on a whole different level. I adore JimmySea’s chemistry (and so I will definitely tune in for Last Twilight). The only thing I missed was Talay’s job as a colorist. Would’ve loved to see it more incorporated during his time in the parallel universe.

🤍 The Eclipse (Thailand 2022) -- this show owns my soul. AkkAyan is my everything. I lose my mind here but would love to experience the getting lost for any one more time. As imperfect as it was, this will always be that special show for me.

Big Dragon (Thailand 2022) -- a dynamic that’s not for me but I stayed until the end with no complaints regardless. If anything, the color-coded lighting and sets of this show were actually something I believe to mean something more.

Love in the Air (Thailand 2022) -- not gonna lie, I’m here mostly for the depiction of the architectural students’ life (which brought some nostalgia in me) instead of the romances; dropped a bit during the few last episodes of PayuRain and picked it up again once PrapaiSky started. I love Sky and he must be protected at all costs, yet I found Prapai to be that exact figure Sky needed. I was aware of the talks within the fandom about this one, and I stayed with my take.

❤️ Enchanté (Thailand 2022) -- this one comes as the nicest surprise for me this year. It might not have the best twist of the story of all time, but I did enjoy every turn and the eventual reveal. As a diehard fans of friend-to-lover trope, I had an instant massive crush on Akk Itsara (as well as a silent and slowly whinny ‘why why whhhyy’ toward Theo) only the heaven understands. The music elevates every emotion I felt. The aesthetics were specifically made for me. My highly subjective full thoughts here.

Fish Upon the Sky (Thailand 2021) -- my introduction to PondPhuwin, and what a chemistry! This show prepared me mentally for the rollercoaster of pinched heart that is Never Let Me Go.

Choco Milk Shake (South Korea 2022) -- adorable! A cuteness that’s not really for me, but cute, nonetheless.

And then, this list is for the shows that I’m still watching or still ongoing, and most likely will finish:

The Warp Effect (Thailand 2022-2023) -- a chaos I’m looking for ever since Love Shuffle.

Never Let Me Go (Thailand 2022-2023) -- a new (hard) obsession detected. (a reminder that I need to make a specific tag for this as I did My School President)

My School President (Thailand 2022-2023) -- they’re cute, so cute, the cutest thing I’ve ever watched! I love these babies so so much!!! And the thematic music? My everything! -- I scream a lot about them here.

Between Us (Thailand 2022-2023) -- so far, I’m loving all the relationships in this show, but most especially the friendship trio Team, Pharm, Manow - they’re everything I wanted to see in a squad!

Remember Me (Thailand 2022-2023) -- I got a mixed feeling about this one, but Champ’s storyline hits too close to home it hurts as much.

Gaus Electronics (South Korea 2022) -- hilarious! I adore the consistency of thematic advert on each episode.

The Shipper (Thailand 2020) -- with this one, I am now convinced there are no roles that First and Ohm could not tackle.

And here, for the ones I’ve started (mostly 1-2 or some more episodes in) but as of now the mood just never right enough to continue. Most likely will still be on my list next year, so I am temporarily reserved my commentaries.

3 Will Be Free (Thailand 2019)

10 Years Ticket (Thailand 2022-2023)

609 Bedtime Story (Thailand 2022-2023)

Cruel City (South Korea 2013)

Dark Blue Kiss (Thailand 2019)

Extraordinary Attorney Woo (South Korea 2022)

First Love: Hatsukoi (Japan 2022)

Ghost Doctor (South Korea 2022)

Grid (South Korea 2022)

I Told Sunset About You (Thailand 2020)

Love Between Fairy and Devil (China 2022)

My Liberation Notes (South Korea 2022)

Taxi Driver (South Korea 2021)

The King's Affection (South Korea 2021)

Triage (Thailand 2022)

Lastly, the ones that I dropped (but who knows I’m gonna pick it up again later):

Cutie Pie (2022) - dropped at later episodes.

LITA (2022) - dropped PayuRain’s part at around episode 4 or 5; picked up again when PrapaiSky’s part started.

So, that’s it, that’s my wrap-up. I hope 2023 treats us better and allows us many many more good shows to devour!

#my drama journal 📝#not my drama review #not tagging any of the shows because too many of them #asian drama series #japan drama series #korean drama series #taiwan drama series #thai drama series #asian bl series #japan bl series #korean bl series #taiwan bl series #thai bl series #2022 asian drama series wrap up #2022 asian bl series wrap up #*i hope i use the correct tags #*might change later if found to be not too appropriate

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umbry-fic · 3 years ago

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1/6 out of the gravity

Summary: Colette is determined to do something to lessen Lloyd's worries, and brings him to a familiar tower, where a promise was once made.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters: Colette Brunel, Lloyd Irving Relationships: Colette Brunel & Lloyd Irving Rating: G Word Count: 2179 Mirror Link: AO3 Original Post Date: 22/06/2022

Notes: A birthday gift I posted yesterday for @frayed-symphony! This is meant to be a sequel to Yozurina but can be read on its own. It's directly inspired by vocaliod-p's song of the same name ~ (Also highly recommend the Miku Symphony version it's great!)

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“So where are we going, exactly?” Lloyd asked, bemused, as she led him through the packed station platform, weaving through the crowds of people as they headed towards the train. Her bag, slung over her shoulder and shaped like a dog, complete with the ears sitting behind the zipper, thumped against her skirt with each step she took. As did her braids, hitting a rhythmic pattern against her shoulders. “You still haven’t told me.”

Shaking her head, she stepped past a trolley being pushed by a woman, barely avoiding a pair of children barrelling past, screaming at the top of their lungs. Never letting go of Lloyd’s hand, their fingers threaded tightly together, palms pressed close with no space in between.

He couldn’t know, not yet. If he knew, he might ask why - why she was taking him to revisit a place they hadn’t been to since they were little children, uncaring of the notion of the future. And she wasn’t quite ready to explain her plan, which she had cooked up on the car ride home from the observatory a few days ago. Lloyd’s parents had kindly offered to give her a lift after a wonderful night spent in his embrace, the brush of his breath against her skin making her shiver. She’d silently spent the short trip observing Lloyd, who had stared out of the window, deep in thought. Seemingly so far away, even though all that separated them was a single car seat.

With the week drawing to an end, this was their last day together before they had to return to their respective universities and continue with the semester. In the time left to her where he was within arms reach, she wanted to soothe his troubled heart, and lessen the weight of the fears that set heavy on his shoulders - even if all she had to act on were silly ideas that played on childish sentiments. Even then, she wanted to do something, to take hold of her final chance, no matter how uncertain she felt, regardless of the voice in her mind, telling her that all of her efforts were stupid and pointless.

She pulled him through the open doors of the carriage, taking care not to trip over the gap, and found a spot for themselves in the middle, people continuing to file in after them. Visible through the bobbing heads of those surrounding them, listening to music or tapping away at their phones, were the windows on both sides of the carriage, which would soon show a view of the city - skyscrapers breaking into the sky, reaching for the heavens like outstretched fingers; quaint little cafés on the side of the road where people could take a breather and simply soak in the atmosphere; and, of course, the people, flooding the streets and forming the very pulse of the city. So far from their hometown, which in contrast was perpetually quiet and sleepy, the laughter of children at the playground the most common sound to float over to one’s ears.

Cupping her hands over his ear, she leaned in, just as the flush of the doors closing signalled the beginning of their journey, cutting off everyone inside from the rest of the world.

“It’s a secret,” she whispered as the train pulled out of the station, their scarves, wrapped around their necks to protect them from the wintry air, gently swaying from the motion. The shooting star keychain that she’d given him for his thirteenth birthday, which he’d attached to his bag and hadn’t taken off since, glinted under the sunlight that shone through the windows.

In the faint morning glow, his smile seemed all the softer, enough for her to lose herself in.

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“The tower by the harbour?” Lloyd muttered, angling his head up to stare, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. The temperature had plummeted by the time they’d stepped out of the train, his breath now coming out in white puffs, tiny crystals shimmering in the air before they vanished. She was rather thankful that she'd remembered to throw on a hoodie before she'd met Lloyd outside his house.

“Yep!” She spun around, hiding her hands behind her back, fidgeting, both from the cold that crept over every inch of exposed skin, and from nervousness, thrumming in her veins.

Behind her, a tower rose. Not overly tall - honestly, most people would describe it as pitifully short - its red paint peeling from the years it had stood in this very spot. Looking out over the bustling harbour, where hundreds of boats passed every day, churning the waters.

A single spot of peace, throngs of people passing by the old building but never taking the time to poke their heads into it. Leaving just the two of them, sticking out of the crowd, utterly still amongst perpetual motion.

It wasn’t the most exciting place to go, or even anywhere impressive. To anyone else, maybe it would have been a waste of time to come here on their final day. But…

“How long has it been?” Lloyd asked, a smile breaking out on his face as he took a step forward. So he did like her decision after all. She’d thought he might, but still, she couldn’t help but be relieved.

“Since we were children,” she answered, the words rolling off her tongue. Back then, the tower had still been new. Shiny red paint, shiny railings, shiny glass doors. She and Lloyd had run around like madmen, exploring every nook and cranny together while their parents kept a sharp eye on them.

Being back here, so many years later, was like stepping into a place both foreign and familiar. Nostalgic, memories rushing back, their warmth engulfing her.

How they’d stuck their noses against display cases and gotten reprimanded for leaving their prints on the glass. How they’d taken the elevator up and down repeatedly, giggling all the while. How they’d played hopscotch on the rocky squares beneath their feet at this very moment, Lloyd holding her hand the whole time and taking care to ensure she never lost her balance and fell.

“Wanna go up?” Lloyd offered, taking her hand. His own somehow still warm, even amongst the cold, sending a spark up her arm and giving her comfort. “I wonder if the view’s still the same.”

“Only one way to find out.” She grinned, leading the way.

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“It does look almost exactly the same,” he commented, leaning on the railing, the wind ruffling his hair and making his jacket flap around him. “Just a few more buildings that weren’t here before.”

“Wasn’t this the exact spot we stood in last time, too?” She placed her hand on the metal, slightly chilly, surveying the observatory. It was more like a glorified balcony, really.

It had taken barely any time to get up here. They had simply walked to the elevator and taken it up, the images of their younger selves, frolicking about, reflected in her mind.

“Perhaps.”

She turned her gaze to Lloyd, staring out towards the horizon, filled with office buildings.

To anyone who didn’t know him well, perhaps they would think he was perfectly fine. But she could see past the front he so valiantly put up - could see how his shoulders were slightly slumped, could notice the little bit of light missing from his eyes.

And he’d already confided in her about the troubles he carried with him, just as they had done with each other a thousand times before. Entrusting the other with their vulnerability, for they knew there was no safer person to tell. Seeking comfort from the other, who could provide kind words and a safe haven, for that was what one did for those they cared about.

She didn’t really know what to say to him now, to make his fears dissipate, for she shared them.

But she was going to try. Even if she stumbled, even if she made mistakes, even if, in the end, she didn’t achieve anything… She was still going to try. She couldn’t leave him alone.

“You know, it was here that you first told me all about the moon.” She walked her fingers across the railing until she reached his arm, placing her hand atop it as she shifted closer, until her hair brushed his shoulder.

He froze beneath her touch, still as a statue. “I didn’t think you still remembered that.”

“Well, it’s a bit hard to forget,” she teased, smiling gently. “You kept breaking off to apologise for rambling, even though I kept reassuring you that it was okay and that I liked listening to you talk.”

At those words, he turned his head away, grumbling incoherently under his breath, his ears tinged a light shade of red. Hiding his face, and the embarrassment that he wore.

She couldn’t help but giggle at that, laughter bubbling up from within her. “One thing you told me really stuck with me.”

The image was forever clear in her mind, the memory vividly imprinted. They’d stood at this very same spot, but at night, the skyline lit up with the white lights of office buildings and the Ferris wheel standing on the other end of the city, emitting a rainbow of colours from its carriages. Unable to outshadow the moon, hanging round and bright over all.

He had pointed up towards it, unheeding of the warning their parents always fed them to scare them away from doing exactly that, and began his spiel, eyes shining the entire time as words spilt from his lips effortlessly. Capturing all of her attention, wanting to experience even a fraction of the immense joy that emanated from him. It was wondrous, how he could experience such happiness just from looking into the sky and observing the celestial bodies, a comforting presence in their long-lived, unchanging existence.

“You told me how, on the moon,” she said, exhaling, her nervousness leaving with her breath, leaving her heart still, “the weight of gravity is 1/6th of the weight that it is here.”

“Yeah, it is.” He smiled, cocking his head in her direction, the softness of his gaze making her breath catch.

“Well.” She reached out a shaking hand and grasped the ends of his scarf, soft beneath her fingertips. Tightening it around his neck as the first of powdery snow began to fall from the skies, catching in Lloyd’s hair to adorn them with tiny white flowers, his cheeks flushed from the cold, even as his warmth continued to embrace her. “We told each other then, that we’d reach the moon someday.”

With a pinky promise and determined, sunny smiles, never to be forgotten.

“We can’t go there just yet, but up here, we’re just a little closer to the moon. So… I thought your troubles might feel just a little bit lighter here,” she finished, clasping one hand against her heart as she bowed her head.

It was a silly thing to say, that was for sure. They weren’t anywhere near space, weren’t anywhere close to piercing the clouds and shattering the chains of gravity that held them to the ground. Sorrow and uncertainty weren’t even tangible, but unfathomable emotions.

There was a warm comfort, however, in placing belief into the hopes they had dreamed about together. Even if, in truth, they were childish dreams that could never truly be achieved, and could only remain in the realm of imagination, easily crushed in the real world under all that one must face.

She only wished that his heart could feel lighter, that he could know that she would always be here for him, her hand ready to grip his and hold it tight.

“Hm.” Reaching a hand up, he plucked snow from her hair, his breath misting in the air as his fingers lingered in her golden locks. “I do feel a lot better. Because you’re here. So thank you. For bringing me back here.”

Was the heat on her cheeks a natural response to the biting cold surrounding her, or to his gentle hand?

“Not a problem,” she whispered, leaning down next to him, his hand finding hers and squeezing.

His eyes sparkled, with a secret shared between them. Its contents not fully known to her, not just yet, but which was highly familiar to her. It had been there between them for a long time, slowly building over the years. At sleepovers, as he’d wrestled with her for the last candy, at school as they’d stayed late to help each other with their homework, their heads buried in their textbooks as the sun had sunk and painted them with shadows, at the observatory, his arms looped around her waist as they lazily perused the stars, putting a name to each with practised ease.

But there was no need to worry about any of that now. Or to worry about anything at all.

Together, they gazed upon the city, transformed into a winter wonderland. Troubles forgotten, buried beneath the snow, and hearts afloat, outside of the effects of gravity.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN!! WHOOO!!#fanfiction #one shot #tales of symphonia #colette brunel #lloyd irving

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clonecest-bin-account · 3 years ago

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The Emperor’s Throne

Ship: Cody/Fox

Rating: E

The meeting went well, all things considered. Hell, it went more than well, but it also was, for the lack of a better word, boring. After everyone has left, only he and Cody remain.

(NSFW follow-up of this)

(Includes art! If you want the uncensored version, you can check it out on AO3)

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The meeting went well, all things considered. Hell, it went more than well, but it also was, for the lack of a better word, boring.

Politics are part of his life, Fox knows it, and as the Emperor, he has no choice but to partake in them, even when this means that he has to interact with these damned senators that he’d rather execute, but that wouldn’t look good now, wouldn’t it?

At least he gets to enjoy seeing all the snobby assholes who wouldn’t have had nothing do with clones having to treat him with reverence; it’s the kind of reverence that comes from fear, but it’s good enough for him.

After everyone has left, only he and Cody remain. Cody always attends to these meeting even when they don’t concern military operations; it says that it’s both so that he can protect Fox in case of an assassination attempt - which has happened quite a few times by now - and also to intimidate the senators. See? There’s a reason why Fox loves him.

He gets up from his seat, reaching Fox on his throne, then he removes his helmet. He doesn’t usually take it off outside of the bedroom, but he always makes an exception for these particular moments. After all, they’re alone: the guards are posted outside, knowing not to enter, unless they want to suffer in return.

Then, he lowers his hands to Fox’s shoulders, lightly massaging them.

“You’re stiff,” he observes. “All this stress isn’t doing you any good.”

“As if that’s anything new,” Fox retorts, obviously uninterested in continuing with that discussion.

No, what truly has his attention now is the man in front of him, and Fox has no intention to let him run a sermon about his health.

“Woah!” Cody exclaims when Fox grabs him by the hips and gets him on his lap. “Here?”

“Yes, here,” Fox replies. What, is that a problem? He’s the Emperor, he can do what he wants.

“I want you…” he mutters then, as he nuzzles his nose against Cody’s neck, which he then kisses and bites, making Cody gasp.

“You couldn’t wait, couldn’t you?”

“No. Want you now,” Fox replies, already undoing the buttons of Cody’s dress greys, exposing his chest.

“What about the guards?” Cody asks, though he’s not stopping Fox from undressing him.

“They know not to get inside,” Fox replies, flashing then a smirk. “Unless you’re afraid of what they’re going to think when they’ll hear you scream my name?”

As if their relationship is a secret. Everybody knows about them.

It’s a widely accepted thing, even though there are those who spread around voices about the fact that the only reason Cody is so high in the chain of command is because he’s sleeping with the Emperor.

The vode always defend them and Fox’s choices, because they know that Cody deserves that position; he’s proven it during the war.

It’s heartwarming how much they all still stick out for each other; at least some things haven’t changed.

Still, Cody rises to the challenge, a smirk on his face. “Oh? And what makes you believe you’ll be able to make me do that?”

The sound that comes out of Fox’s lips is between a scoff and a chuckle, as he reaches behind Cody with his gloved hand to grab his hair and pull it down, forcing Cody to bare his neck for him. He savors the itchy small breaths coming from him as he edges closer and closer to the exposed skin, and he savors even more Cody’s small moan when he closes his teeth around his flesh, biting down hard until he draws blood. Only then he pulls away, licking his lips.

He doesn’t even need to say anything; the look on his face is enough for Cody to understand. Not only he’s able to make him scream, but he will do it.

Cody’s layers of clothing are thrown away one by one, each landing to a separate location; not that it matters: after all, Cody doesn’t need clothes right now. They’ll pick them up later.

Once he’s completely naked, Fox doesn’t waste any more time.

He’s going to devour him.

The best part about all this, is that Fox doesn’t have to do anything: Cody’s taking care of everything.

It’s Cody the one sliding up and down his cock, it’s Cody the one clenching oh-so-deliciously around him, it’s Cody the one who’s making enough noises for the both of them - you’d never be able to tell if you don’t know him, but the man is loud.

For once, Fox can relax. It’s just him and Cody in here; no duties, no responsibilities, nothing at all. All he needs to do is sitting down and enjoying the view in front of his eyes - and what a view…

Still, Cody’s going too damn slow, and the more he continues, the less Fox is satisfied with it.

He needs to do something about it, and that’s why he grabs Cody by the ass, spreading his cheeks open, grinning at the way Cody winces and the rough treatment - how long as it been since he’s received a good spanking? Too long, Fox thinks, but now’s not the time for that unfortunately.

After planting his feet harder on the ground, he begins pushing up against Cody, finally fucking him in a way that he likes, fast and hard.

Cody throws his head back, arching his body, and lets Fox do his thing, without opposing any kind of resistance. It looks like he too was beginning of getting tired of that slow pace.

The fact that they’re fucking on Fox’s throne fills him with a special kind of pleasure that he’s never felt before - and they’ve fucked in plenty of other places.

It makes him grab Cody’s hips even harder and push back every time he lowers himself in a sudden possessive mood that makes his mind scream mine mine mine as he fucks Cody over and over again.

“Fox… Kriff… F-Fox! I’m--!”

Cody can’t even finish his sentence because he comes first, body shaking at the sensation. Feeling how much he clenches around his cock, Fox too doesn’t last that longer, coming while still inside his lover, pushing deeper and deeper, filling him with his seed.

He shallowly thrusts a few more times before Cody rises enough to let his cock slip away from him, only to then fall back on Fox’s lap, completely spent.

He still has his arms around his neck, and he’s making no motions to move away, nor Fox encourages him to do it. What he does, instead, is gently pushing his forehead against Cody’s in a keldabe kiss, looking at him with warmth.

As Emperor, he can’t afford any sort of tenderness, any sort of softness, but during these moments he’s just Fox, and Cody is just Cody, and not the head of the army.

It’s just them, and them alone.

“I love you,” Fox mutters, face still close to Cody’s. “I love you, I love you, I love you…”

Cody smiles. It’s soft and tender.

“Me too, Fox, me too.”

#codyfox #clonecest #cloneshipping #commander cody #commander fox #my fics #my art #spicy tag

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bloodstained-ballgowns · 3 years ago

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Things I... didn’t like as much, about Black Widow (2021):

Disclaimer: I loved this movie. I would give it 4/5 stars overall. This is a lot of nit-picking. Most of the choices I’m talking about here I still really enjoyed, but this is how I would change them to improve it *for me*. If you disagree, that’s fine! Obviously, spoilers.

I said in my ‘Things I Loved About Black Widow’ post that I consider the first 53 minutes to be perfect, and the rest to be not-so-perfect. This is where I complain about the not-so-perfect stuff. They didn’t drop the ball on the third act, they just...fumbled it a bit. It stayed dark, but to me, it lost a bit of its grit. Cate Shortland’s influence really shone through in the first act, but it got lost around the second and third acts for me because of how Marvel-y it got.

Firstly, I’m considering the hand-to-hand combat here to be second only to CATWS. So why did that element basically dissolve towards the end of the film? She barely fought anyone in the prison breakout. Yes, Natasha fought the Widows, but that was all slowmo-y and widows-bites-y and did not have the same level of choreography. I wish they’d carried it through.

Talking of action, there was not enough of it between Natasha and Taskmaster (who is getting a whole other post, because that is a bag of mixed feelings I don’t want to delve into here), particularly in the third act. Action isn’t something I’m particularly interested in but I was excited for this dynamic. Antonia wasn’t the villain, but like, the bridge fight did not effectively demonstrate her whole mirroring deal. Yelena and Nat’s fight had more mirroring than her and Tasky’s. Antonia’s skill set really shines in hand-to-hand onscreen, but as I said, I felt that kind of dissolved in the third act. They completely cheated us out of an impressive showdown when Natasha let Antonia out of the cell and moved backwards and I totally thought they were going to duel...which would lead into the sky fight...and then...the room cracks and they’re blown apart?? Hmmm.

Why was the Red Room in the sky??? I get that they were moving around a lot and this movie needed to have some kind of Marvel explosive finale and it looked cool and everything but I prefer the comics’ more grounded version. I just think it would have been more effective for Natasha and Yelena to walk through the old halls of the building they grew up/were trained in, find the new facility underground or something and then blow the whole place to smithereens. It would have actually cemented the whole ‘going back to where it all started’ thing.

Now I know the reason for Dreykov’s off-screen demise was to show how a man as purely evil as him didn’t deserve a major, glorified death. He deserved the death of an afterthought. But I would have liked to see Nat plunge a knife into his heart. Or to see him try to go after Yelena somehow and Nat just shoot him in the back of the head. It didn’t feel like they gave us any closure on that front, particularly as they made a whole deal about Nat not seeing the body in Budapest...and then we didn’t see the body here either. I almost feel like his death was made so insignificant that it was forgettable.

The whole flashing back and showing that actually they did have everything figured out did not work for me, it felt like lazy writing. It gave me “BET YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING, BET YOU UNDERESTIMATED HER, LOOK HOW CLEVER NATASHA IS! DIDN’T YOU UNDERESTIMATE HER? SHE HAD IT ALL FIGURED OUT YOU FOOLS HARHARHAR” vibes and I was just like...I know. Literally, I know how clever and calculated she is. I knew she wouldn’t have been outplayed like that at Melina’s. Maybe other people didn’t, but come on guys, think up with something a little less ‘gotcha’.

What the hell happened with Nat and Ross before they cut to ‘two weeks later’? *confusion intensifies*

Again, this is getting long. See the read-more.

This movie had a lot of bases to cover and a lot of information to convey and I think the script managed that pretty well overall, but it did lapse into a bit of ‘show-don’t-tell’ syndrome at times. Show me Nat’s mother being ‘relentless’ in her search, don’t just tell me about it. I did not want Renner’s Clint Barton in this movie, but they could have made the Budapest flashback a smidge longer, for my liking.

Disney would never do this, but I would have loved an R-rated Black Widow movie. Yelena is absolutely a character that would yell ‘Fuck!’ really loudly (think Florence Pugh in that cactus video). My suggestions above for Dreykov’s death were me being reserved: Nat stabbing him repeatedly would have been so cathartic (for me, idk about her).

Y’all know I’m a slut for Nat’s everything in this movie, particularly the hair, but goddammit the hair. Riddle me this, if Nat had in a perfectly good braid when she got into the helicopter, why did she emerge with flowing locks and one tiny useless plait on the left side of her head?? And then she redid that into the ponytail with all the little braids while preparing for battle at Melina’s (never mind the fact that Nat’s hair would not have been long enough for them to reach much past her shoulders as well as being tied up) and fit it all under a Melina-wig! HELLO, LOGISTICAL NIGHTMARE SPEAKING.

I’m pretty sure the whole Nat-not-understanding-science-speak thing was only there for the “In English”-*replies in Russian* gag but it still seemed a little ooc since she’s never had a problem with it before. Idk if I would class this is as Nat ‘playing dumb’ to get more information like she does later with Dreykov since Yelena is readily giving her that info, and Yelena is also good enough to realise when she’s being manipulated like that.

Ummmm whole separate post for reasoning and such but the magic dust antidote? Not a vibe. No thank you. Lazy. Unrealistic.

So...Alexei and Melina. It’s not that I don’t like them as characters - I really enjoyed them, I think they’re great characters. Fascinating to analyse. Did I love the Ohio mission sequence? Yes. Did I really appreciate the family dynamic and all the fanfic possibilities it gave us? Yes. But do I wish they weren’t in this movie at all? Yeah, kinda. The family dynamic was funny, and it was heartwarming, and it was heartbreaking, because it was executed so well, but the fact is that it was added by Kevin Feige to make this movie more palatable for the wider audience. Alexei’s dad jokes breaking the tension were probably an imperative for most audiences to enjoy the film. (Yelena’s dry sarcasm could have filled that role easily for me). But I didn’t want the tension broken. I didn’t want people to relax. I wanted them to come out and have to decompress because it was so intense. It’s easier to market a film about ‘family and going back to the past’ than ‘female subjugation and exploitation’. I don’t appreciate it, but I get it. Making this into a quasi-ensemble piece in the second and third acts just irritated me though. I wanted all the screentime possible to be on Natasha and Yelena. They could totally have pulled it off without their parents.

This really is nitpicky, but would a Liho mention have been too much to ask for? It would have been so easy, when Yelena asked “did you ever wish for kids?”, Nat could have replied with “i have a cat”, which is a good deflection but also informative, or her lockscreen could have lit up to show a tiny black kitten. Idk, this movie used a couple of good comics references and I guess I was hoping for one more.

*whispers and runs away* Bucky should have been here. Goddammit.

In conclusion, a lot of my critiques could be fixed if we didn’t live in a time where this film still had to be palatable for wider audiences who do not care about characters nearly as much as they care about action or humour or plot or spectacle. A lot of the strong choices paid off (they’ve riled up dudebros enough to prove that). The Marvel-y ending and Alexei’s humour did not. The rest is just logistical errors and missed opportunities.

This is a lot of complaining but I promise, these annoyances are much more minor than I’m making them out to be. The movie is magnificent even with them.

#please don't come for me #polite discourse pls and thank you #black widow #black widow spoilers #black widow comics #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #melina vostokoff #alexei shostakov #antonia dreykov #the red room #general dreykov #liho the cat #my post #black widow analysis

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mwolf0epsilon · 3 years ago

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Hardcase was around before Tup and Dogma, so curious as to why you have them as batch triplets?

For context anyone else go read my thoughts on clone twins.

Honestly this is just a bit of a worldbuilding headcanon that doesn't necessarily need to make sense, because I like that sorta stuff and we really don't got much on the whole cloning process (and I hunger for that sorta sci-fi logistics bullshit). I guess I could coin it as it being my own personal Star Wars Verse/AU of sorts.

With that in mind, anyone who's interested in my version of these three lovely boys can proceed under the cut.

Anyway, as to how I could explain the triplet thing? Simple enough!

Hardcase was the most developed out of the triplets, so he was pulled out of the shared tube prematurely to be put into a separate one for further solo development. Tup and Dogma, while incredibly small and not as developed as their bigger stronger brother, still met the quality standards (internal organs properly developed, correct amount of fingers and toes, normal brain activity, etc...). This meant that there was no real need to terminate them, and it also gave Kamino's top cloners an opportunity to study the development of twins.

Like in the post linked above, the Kaminoans have no real idea why humans specifically seem to have such a higher likeliness to produce more than one viable zygote (they put it down to being a primitive mammalian trait), so studying Tup and Dogma's development as a means to understand how to better deal with future batches of twins becomes a bit of a side-project. One that somewhat stunts their rate of growth. Regardless of any delays caused by these extra tests, the final product of course is the same as every other batch of clones that are later trained and deployed.

But it certainly left a mark on them both psychologically...

Dogma and Tup were relentlessly bullied for being "the Kaminiise's favourite pet clones", and their emotional responses varied greatly because they were subjected to different tests from each other (I'll even go far as to say one of these tests is what damaged Tup's inhibitor chip). On top of the strange sense that something (or someone) was missing, these two did not have a very happy "childhood" on Kamino.

Meeting Hardcase was probably the best thing that happened to them (even if Dogma wouldn't ever admit to it vocally), because their "ori'vod" made them feel like they belonged somewhere. Which makes the whole mess that was Umbara all the more heartbreaking to think about.

#Star Wars #The clone wars #headcanons #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper dogma #clone trooper tup #hardcase #dogma #tup #something just told Hardcase that he needed to look after these two shinies who clearly never had any emotional support from other vode #and something told Tup and Dogma that Hardcase was one of their own even if separated by circumstances #That said...Umbara absolutely ruined Tup because he not only lost Hardcase but he also lost Dogma #From there on out Fives was all he really had #And that didn't last long

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fountainpenguin · 1 year ago

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FYI - I bumped "Cageflight" (My only M-rated story on AO3 at this time) over to my new ScarletPenguin pseud. Same account, but now a little less "in your face" for when people first browse my account.

When I initially outlined Frayed Knots, there were a few other scenes I also intended to do M-rated alt chapters for ("Nymphomania" being one of them, which is coming up soon... I'm not even sure it's that deserving of an M, but my draft for it does discuss the differences between Fairy and Anti-Fairy anatomy in a way that makes me wary of posting it as T with the rest of Frayed Knots, which is why I like having an alt version for readers who genuinely want to explore the awkwardness of non-human marsupial bodies and a separate T version for those who don't like reading about that).

If I do an M-rated chapter for "Nymphomania," I'll post it on AO3 but not FFN this time. There have been a few times I've considered pulling the "Cageflight" M chapter off FFN since it doesn't fit the rest of my FFN vibe. For now I'll leave it up, but anyway...

tl;dr - If you want to read "Cageflight," you can find it under my new ScarletPenguin pseud on AO3 [i.e. go to my profile and click the pseud button]. There might be a "Nymphomania" alt that goes up as well, and maybe some other M stuff someday, who knows, but it'll be tucked under this pseud now.

#ridwriting #Frayed Knots #FAIRIES!#The bat with the hat

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cometcrystal · 4 years ago

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rating (almost) every velma dinkley look

classic velma (several series and movies) - literally ushered in a new age of feminism. there weren’t many women on television that were styled like velma before velma. literally NOTHING bad can be said about this look and that’s why her look hasn’t changed as often as fred and daphne’s 10/10

a pup named scooby doo velma - i watched my first pup episodes today and i literally almost teared up several times from how genuinely fucking adorable this velma is. she’s so goddamn SMALL and canonically partially nonverbal and her friends respect her so much. this is probably my favorite velma of all time. ∞/10

what’s new scooby doo velma - her outfit doesn’t change here from classic velma, but her hair’s a different color and is a bit messier, so i’ve listed her separately for this list. i like the added dimension the messy hair adds to this velma: makes it seem like she’s stayed up until 4am on a wikipedia deep dive. very in character but i like her og hair color better so 9/10

more under the cut

mystery incorporated velma - a lot of people don’t like the bows but tbh i’m a fan for some reason. couldn’t explain why. this also gives us a shorter-sleeved sweater instead of one without rolled up sleeves which is something i just noticed. canonically gay but still gets a lot of in-universe comments about how ugly she is which is just not true and it makes me sad 8/10

scoob! velma - points added for canon latina velma but points taken away for gina rodriguez 5/10

be cools cooby doo velma - you are all SO MEAN to this velma because 1. she’s from be cool 2. she’s one of the first (if not the first) to be voiced by kate micucci and that’s just completely not fair. you all just miss mindy cohn and none of that is kate’s fault she’s just doing the best she can. and this velma is cute as hell anyway im always a fan when characters with glasses just have dots for eyes 10/10

linda cardellini velma pre-possession (scooby doo 2002) - like the icon she’s modeled after, she ushered in a new wave of feminism, this time lesbian-oriented. 100000/10

linda cardellini velma post-possession (scooby doo 2002) - i just don’t like the flippy swoosh hair on velma sorry. this entire outfit choice was the result of an alien’s take on young adult culture and not anything velma picked for herself so 7/10

linda cardellini velma (monsters unleashed) - the wig’s worse and it’s a swoop neck sweater not a turtleneck but its still velma so 1000/10

linda cardellini makeover velma (monsters unleashed) - literally just realized in both 2000s LA movies velma gets a makeover to make her Hotter and i dont like that very much. anyway points given for being extremely attractive ig and points taken away for this being velma trying to impress a man 5/10

hayley kiyoko velma (the mystery begins & curse of the lake monster) - this velma is so much better than yall give her credit for. not only is lesbian jesus hayley kiyoko playing her, but there’s like... 0 het plot in her first movie. it’s all in the 2nd one. and ms kiyoko is giving us an absolute master class in acting. a couple points deducted for the shelma in lake monster but this velma is still extremely good regardless 8/10

sarah gilman velma (daphne and velma) - terf bangs dinkley. really though she’s not THAT bad the only bad part of this velma is her wig and the actress’s FEW awkward acting moments. you guys just hate things made by women for women and girls 8/10

scooby apocalypse velma - ik shelma happens in this series and i haven’t finished it yet but this is still god tier velma. she’s extremely small you just can’t see it in this pic and she’s got an arc fitting to the series’ dark tone where she’s the one who started the apocalypse in the first place iirc and it’s extremely good. 100000/10

shaggy and scooby doo get a clue velma - you can’t see it in this pic but this velma :3s a lot which is a velma staple. 10/10

mystery map velma - have you guys watched this special? you should because velma’s EXTREMELY cute in it. she doesn’t look as much like pup velma as the other charas look like their pup versions but im still a big fan 10/10

where’s my mummy velma - literally the baddest bitch on the planet. in her natural habitat: academic study. and she still has time to be the villain for this movie. 10/10

winter velma (classic) - she doesn’t have time to f*ck around. she just puts on a hat and scarf after daphne gets onto her for not bundling up in the cold. her sleeves are still rolled up and she doesn’t even have tights or anything to cover her legs. she has better things to do than worry about than hypothermia 10/10

winter velma (wnsd) - this winter velma is more practical than the last but retains her pompom hat. LOVE the red boots 10/10

alien invaders velma - LOVE this breezy summer butch lesbian look. just a tshirt and shorts what more do you need really. one of my fav velma looks 10000/10

aloha scooby doo velma - this is basically her alien invaders look but with a lighter top and a lei. get this bread queen 100/10

legend of the vampire velma - people in the discord were hating on this look but tbh i don’t think it’s BAD it’s just not velma. if you put this outfit on daphne it’d work perfectly as a garish rock n roll getup imo. so 5/10 for effort

big top scooby doo velma - oh to be a tiny lesbian in a hideous outfit being lifted by a strongman 10/10

intro animation velma (several movies) - she leedol and she :3 but one point off for blue eyes 9/10

stage fright intro velma - everything from this intro automatically gets full marks from me 10/10

first frights velma - this made me realize the models in this game are probably designed after the 2000s LA movies 6/10

daphne and velma books velma - i think this is the 2nd velma with swoop bangs instead of bowl bangs (the 1st being hayley kiyoko) and i don’t hate it. i also enjoy hoodie velma 10/10

xbox/ps2/gmod velma - i can only find this tiny image of her and the only thing this image conjures is the high pitched screaming from charborg’s solver squad series 10/10

lego velma - LEGO BOUCE LEGO BOUCE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 1000000000000000000000/10

lego blowout beach bash velma ft. fred because i forgot him in my fred ratings post - LEGO BOUCE LEGO BOUCE BUT THIS TIME SHES IN A LESBIAN HAWAIIAN SHIRT AND SHES WITH HER BEST FRIEND AND LESBIAN ALLY FRED WHO IS IN A TRANS HAWAIIAN SHIRT HYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000/10

#scooby doo #velma dinkley #scooby meta #ratings #long post

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yandearest · 5 years ago

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May The Odds Be Ever in Your Favor (Hoseok x Reader Hunger Games AU) Chapter 3: The Assessment

Summary - Living in District 4 you never thought you would have to worry about being selected for the Hunger Games. With a training centre right near the dock of the houseboat you lived and fished from, your district was known for volunteers who trained their whole lives for a shot at glory and riches. But at age 18, your name is called and no girls volunteer to take your place. Your devastation is answered when Kim Namjoon volunteers for the males shortly after. Tall, muscular, highly intelligent and charming, the years of diligent preparation have bestowed Namjoon with the expectation of being the next District 4 champion after Finnick Odair last won 3 years ago.

Fishing for a living has granted you skills with a knife but, as your mentor Finnick is quick to describe, your beautiful face may well be your best asset.

Upon arrival in the Capitol you are quickly faced with the reality that Namjoon may not even be the biggest danger inside the Arena. Especially when you capture the obsessive attention of District 2′s own volunteer, and killing machine, Jung Hoseok. Hope soon fades from ‘survival’ to ‘the mercy of a painless death’ but Hoseok certainly has other plans.

Pairing - Hoseok x (fem)Reader

Genre - thriller, angst, yandere

Word Count 7K

Warnings - [in later chapters] major character death, graphic depictions of violence, swearing, obsession, dubcon-smut (smut will be marked so reading is optional), gore, unrealistically beautiful oc because I’m a sucker for that shitty trope and want to live vicariously through my writing (sue me)

The following is a dark fic featuring a yandere character, violence, obsession, and coercion. By no means does writing about this in a fictional setting condone any of those behaviours, much like Stephen King writing horror doesn’t mean he approves of psychotic killers in reality. Please avoid reading if any of these warnings makes you uncomfortable.

Previous Chapter: 1, 2

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Throughout the course of your life you had found that the more you dreaded something, the faster it arrived. As you sat in the waiting room, waiting for the call to go into the training center alone for your final assessment, you couldn’t help but think of just how fast the training process had gone by, and that in less than twenty-four hours you would be inside the dreaded arena.

During your knot tying session after your incident the on the first day, you had formed a slight friendship with Krystal, who had asked if everything was okay. You had lied, saying you were fine, too afraid of telling her the truth after Namjoon had just blown up on you, and she simply had nodded in acceptance. But you could tell she didn’t buy that answer from the way she seemed to treat you with a little extra kindness. You stuck to her like glue for the rest of the training period, refusing to separate within the career pack without Krystal by your side. It was an odd dependency given she was the smallest of the lot of you, but she had taken to it rather well. She never asked you about it, but immediately went along, making sure you were always by her side during any activity. You could tell Hoseok was furious – constantly shooting glares in Krystal’s direction – but there was nothing he could do without disrupting the whole alliance, and proving that he was indeed the psychopath he had revealed only to you in private.

You had spoken briefly to Finnick about things the night after the incident with Hoseok. As a mentor he wasn’t happy, but his hands were also tied as there was nothing he could do to interfere with another district. He had suggested he could speak to District 2’s mentor to try and get more information on Hoseok’s background but you had immediately shut that down, terrified that it would somehow get back to Hoseok and he would think you were reciprocating his own interest. The idea was also dangerous because it would expose just how threatened you were to their mentor, who could easily use that to their advantage when coming up with game tactics. Finnick had reluctantly agreed not to do anything, but turned the topic of conversation onto your remaining training time. He had suggested a focus on weapons, particularly knives given you already had some experience with them.

“Focus on what you already know,” he had said “Don’t waste time trying to learn new things that others are already experts with. You cannot hope to beat a master with only a few days of training. Hone the skills you already have.”

So that’s largely what you had spent the rest of your training time doing. By her own admission Krystal’s report card had suggested training with a weapon that could compliment her own agility, which worked out well with knives too, so you spent a lot of your time training together. You found out that despite being a District 1 tribute, she was also reaped, and not a volunteer, like yourself. But unlike you she had been trained at an academy, which was standard practice in 1. A far more interesting detail you had learned was she was Yoongi’s younger sister, and he had volunteered after her reaping. You filed that detail away in the back of your mind for future reference, grateful that some sort of partnership already existing in the alliance could potentially lessen the target on yourself later when it came to splitting.

You played off each other, regarding your knowledge of knives. Krystal was far more skilled in close range combat, and she gave you pointers when you trained in sparring using a prop version (made from a material of the same weight, which still caused some bruises, but wouldn’t actually cause stab wounds). She also helped you improve your skills in countering attacks and using a larger opponents’ body weight against them. Looking at Hoseok and Namjoon respectively you were terrified to know her lesson would very much be a life or death skill you needed to learn. In return you talked to her about your experiences with spear fishing and occasionally using a knife instead in shallow waters, passing on what you could about how to throw a knife. It was a skill you had picked up when you much younger, after being taught by your father when you were seven. Your mother had been furious when she found out and immediately banned you from knives until you were old enough to be working on the boat, but your father had still snuck in training sessions whenever the two of you were alone. It was never something you thought you would be using to potentially kill a human, rather than a salmon or tuna. You hadn’t even thought of it then, but it was likely his way of trying to prepare you for if your name was ever drawn from the reaping. Even though it was essentially impossible, a part of you desperately hoped you would survive in order to be able to thank your father in person.

You and Krystal worked well together, you had a natural chemistry, and both of you didn’t feel a need for wasting oxygen with meaningless small talk or chit chat. Your skills both complimented one another and you found yourself learning a lot. It wasn’t much of a bond from merely a couple of days, but you hoped whatever you had worked to build would translate into some sort of partnership in the arena.

The remaining of your training had passed as well as you could have hoped for right up until the final moments of the last day. You and Krystal had taken a bathroom break. Afterwards, when you were about to walk out of the washroom and back into the hallway outside, you could hear familiar voices beyond the door. Frowning, you opened the door just a crack to hear Namjoon talking to Yoongi, Hoseok and Athena.

“Seriously, she thinks you’re in love with her,” Namjoon laughed, clasping his hand on Hoseok’s shoulder. You felt the blood immediately drain from your face and a stone cold chill run throughout your body. You had seen Namjoon and Hoseok getting on better within the last day, but you weren’t expecting Namjoon to be at a level of already throwing you under the bus.

“Really? When did she say that?” you could hear Hoseok ask, although you couldn’t see him from the crack in the doorway.

“First day, back when she was in tears over that pathetic report,” Namjoon replied with a scoff. “Asked her what happened and she went on some crazed rant that you were going to save her. Honestly lost her mind on day one, why the hell we’re supposed to drag her around the arena is beyond me.”

“She’s not that bad, have you seen her throwing the knives with Krystal? Could be useful,” the only female voice had to have been Athena, and you made a mental note to thank her later.

“Please, she’s a baby. Wouldn’t be able to hurt a fly,” Namjoon scoffed. You wanted to storm out and show him how willing you would be to hurt him, but remembering a warning from Finnick held you back, ‘play along and act dumb so they think you trust them and are too stupid to make plans for yourself'. You couldn’t wait for the chance to stab Namjoon in the back at this rate.

“So why are we keeping her around then?” A bored voice you had rarely heard asked. That had to have been Yoongi.

“Her brains may be non-existent, but the empty head that carries her around isn’t too bad to look at. I say we keep her for the sponsors, get us some supplies from her capital fans. Maybe if we can get her to flash those perfect tits she’s covering up we can get extra out of them. Plus, if the arena gets cold I’m sure she can also make herself useful as a bed warmer too.” Your jaw dropped open at the vulgar way your supposed teammate was talking about you. You hadn’t even spoken to Namjoon since the incident on the first day, ignoring him whenever you were in the same living quarters and spending your training time with Krystal. Like hell you would be going anywhere near his ‘bed’ in the arena. Krystal looked equally as disgusted.

“Gross,” Athena deadpanned.

“What? It’s not like what I’m saying isn’t true, and it’s better her than you, right? Beautiful face, hot body, but not the sharpest tool in the shed. Throwing knives from a distance isn’t much of a threat in close combat so we can easily take her out at the end. Hey, Hoseok seeing she acts like you’re going to be her precious Romeo you can be the one to take care of our dear Juliet when the time co-” before you could snap and storm out to attack Namjoon yourself, Hoseok beat you to it. Like a viper, his hand shot out in lightning speed to grasp Namjoon by the throat and slam him into the nearest wall.

“Or how about I take care of you?” he practically purred, springing a jackknife he had somehow slipped into his clothing out and holding it against Namjoon’s throat, until you heard a scuffle of someone trying to pull him off. Yanking the bathroom door open you rushed out into the hallway, Krystal following quickly behind, to see Namjoon leaning against the wall rubbing his throat, as Athena and Yoongi restrained a livid Hoseok.

“What the hell is going on?” Krystal asked, looking between everyone. Even if you had overheard everything, you just stood there next to her, wanting to play up the ignorance they dismissed you as having.

Nobody answered, looking between each other as if waiting for them to be the first to talk. Of all people, it was surprisingly Yoongi to be the one to break the silence.

“Put that thing away,” Yoongi snapped, nodding at Hoseok’s flat knife. “Do you want us to all get beaten to a pulp by the guards before we even get to the arena?” Hoseok complied without any words, smoothly placing the knife back into a hidden pocket in the front of his pants.

“What the hell do we do now?” you asked, staring at the others. “A day before the games and a fight breaks out? How are we meant to work together in there?”

“Nothing changes,” Hoseok spoke. You frowned back, like hell nothing had changed.

“You just pulled a knife on my district partner,” you replied. You weren’t complaining but he didn’t need to know that.

“Nothing changes,” Namjoon repeated to your surprise.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. We’re men. Men fight. Shit happens but we get it out of our system. Logically we’re still each others best bet in the arena.” Namjoon continued. You had to physically restrain yourself from rolling his eyes at the ‘men’ declaration.

“He’s right,” Hoseok agreed and all you could do was stare dumbly, wondering how the hell the two of them had gone from pulling a knife a second ago, to now suddenly agreeing.

��Like hell I’m leaving you, Athena isn’t leaving me, your district mate isn’t interested in leaving you either, and I assume Krystal has interests in working with you from all that training you’ve done together. Yoongi’s not going to leave his sister, so we’re all stuck together.”

“What if I don’t want to work with any of you?” you challenged.

Namjoon scoffed.

“If you really had the balls to walk away, you would’ve done it on day one. Especially given how I treated you when you were telling the truth.” You glared back at him for blatantly exposing you.

“If you split, you’re the easiest target for all the other tributes.” Hoseok stepped away from Yoongi and Athena to walk towards you. “That’s 18 other people trying to kill you, so you know I’m not going to let that happen. As I just told you, I’m not leaving you.”

You hadn’t heard much from Hoseok since that moment in the hallway on day one. A part of you had managed to convince yourself it was all a stunt, just like Namjoon had said, to psych you out and cause division in your alliance. Hearing him bluntly announce his intentions to the whole alliance, as he came to stand directly before you, caused the delusion to shatter.

“Leave her alone.” You were becoming so entranced by Hoseok’s presence that it took you a moment to process Krystal’s voice as she moved herself closer to you, standing so her shoulder was slightly in front of yours. Your heart momentarily warmed at the gesture before it was doused in the cold ice of your conscious as you remembered his sickening threats from the last time you and Hoseok were alone ‘I don’t care about the others… I’ll slaughter every one of them in cold blood… I’m going to kill them all for you baby and I’ll make you watch so you can see just how far I’ll go for you’

“No Krystal, don’t!” you cried in a panic as you reached out for Krystal and pulled her into a protective hug, putting your body in front of hers before Hoseok. “You don’t understand,” you whispered in a rush to try and explain. “He’s crazy, he said he was going to kill all of you. I tried to tell Namjoon and he didn’t believe me so I was too scared to tell anyone else, because I was scared you’d think I was crazy.”

You were trying not to cry, you couldn’t panic, you couldn’t be weak again like the state they had found you in last time, but it was so fucking hard. Why did you have to be reaped? Why did one of the tributes have to form an obsession with you? Why was your own district mate an asshole who had invalidated you when trying to protect the alliance? All you had wanted was to not be alone in the arena, and now you had a hope of someone you could trust and she was in danger because of you.

“It’s ok, I’m ok,” Krystal whispered back, patting your lower back reassuringly. But a sudden grasp on your waist from behind pulled you away, causing you to lose your hold on Krystal as you slammed backwards into a hard chest with a cry.

“Yoongi take care of your sister unless you want me taking care of her in the arena,” Hoseok’s voice hissed from behind your ears, making your blood run cold.

“No, don’t hurt her, please, please don’t hurt her,” you begged, twisting in Hoseok’s hold but his arms were locked around you tightly. Yoongi didn’t say a word, walking over to Krystal and putting his hand on her shoulder to lead her away. She initially moved to shake him off but you vigorously shook your head and mouthed ‘go’ to get her to leave.

“We’ll see you at the cornucopia tomorrow,” Yoongi turned back to say, before you exhaled in temporary relief as Krystal reluctantly left with her brother.

“Whatever you do with her, I don’t want any part of it. We’re aligned until six and then that’s it,” Athena sneered, drawing your attention over to her as she glared between Namjoon and Hoseok.

“Fine with me,” Hoseok shrugged. Namjoon who was now leaning casually against the wall merely nodded. You could swear you saw a torn look of sympathy from Athena in your direction, but it was gone in a second as she shook her head in disgust and walked off to re-join Krystal and Yoongi.

With Athena gone the tension that hung in the air was so thick it was suffocating. Namjoon continued to rest against the wall, his arms crossed over his wide chest watching as Hoseok still held you by the waist. With Krystal now safe with her brother away from him you realized there was no longer a need to stay compliant in his grip.

“Namjoon, help,” you hissed, trying to move your arms to shove Hoseok off but they were both pinned to your sides by his hold. Hoseok merely chuckled, instead flexing his muscles and causing his grip to tighten.

“No can do little dove,” Namjoon mocked with a pout, moving off from the wall to stand to his full height. “Your boyfriend here’s the one with the knife in his pocket, and I’m unarmed.”

Namjoon raised his hands in mock surrender, his long legs taking lazy steps to walk around the two of you. Hoseok turned, forcing you to turn with him, to avoid his back being left open. Namjoon ignored him, keeping his eyes on you.

“But don’t worry, because in that arena I’ll be armed, and I’ll take really good care of you then.”

“Like hell,” Hoseok scoffed causing Namjoon to laugh.

“Oh, would you look at the time?” Namjoon was now further down the corridor that separated the bathrooms from the training center, where he could see the large clock on the wall.

“Only five minutes left until end of training before they start preparing for our grading. I’ll leave you two alone for now, but don’t expect this generosity again from me in the arena, 2. I trust you won’t harm our little dove until then…”

And with that lingering comment, Namjoon was gone, abandoning you when you needed him.

You felt Hoseok’s arms beginning to loosen, briefly you thought he was going to release you. But instead you found yourself being turned around to face him and backed against the wall. Any thoughts of pushing him off vanished upon feeling the hard metal of the folded pocket knife pushing against your hip as he caged you in.

“What are you doi-” your question was cut off by Hoseok raising his hand to the side of your face and pushing his thumb over your mouth in warning.

For a moment Hoseok was still. He relished the feeling of your plump lips falling silent beneath his thumb, so pliant, like a kiss against his finger. He watched the rise and fall of your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing, inhaling deep breaths in through your nose causing your lungs to expand and your full breasts to push against his chest. Every little detail about you was so soft, so warm and inviting, like you had been designed purely for him. He was absolutely enamored by you and could spend the rest of his life in this exact moment, feeling you against him, but time was not on his side.

“Look at how they all just left you,” he maliciously purred, his eyes narrowing into a focused glare, “you know they’re going to do the same thing in the arena, darling.”

“That’s not true,” you hissed back, “Krystal tried to stay.”

“And yet all it took for her to leave was a simple pocket knife and her brother. And really, when it comes down to it, who do you think she will choose, Her brother or you?”

You tried to swallow the growing lump in your throat and stayed quiet… he’s just trying to psych you out.

“Meet us in the cornucopia tomorrow, you’ll be much safer with us six than left to fend off eighteen others on your own. You’re smart, you have to know they will chase down any career left alone.”

You frowned but nodded, you had already agreed on this, so you didn’t know why he was bringing it up again.

“Good girl, then you know you have to stay with me once we’re all together. Yoongi sees you as a threat to his sister. Your friendship makes her judgment weak so he will take you out if you’re alone with him. And like I just said, do you really want to side with Krystal when she would choose her brother over you at the end anyway? Athena is threatened by you; thinks you’re distracting me from protecting her in the game as part of our district alliance. I don’t blame her for that though, she is right. I would choose you over her. You know I’d choose you over any of them. And then of course there’s your own district partner, who I’m sure you just heard before… would you trust a man who wants to use your body to sell you to fans from the capital for supplies? The one who didn’t believe you when you tried to warn him about me? The one who just walked away and left you to me now?”

An aching wave of hopelessness washed over your body as you slumped back against the wall. If it wasn’t for Hoseok’s arm holding you upright, you would have just let yourself fall to the ground.

“Please stop,” you whispered, the lump in your throat felt like a golf ball choking you inside.

“I can’t, darling,” Hoseok murmured, his fingers over your lips moving to smooth the faint hairs that had come loose from training back behind your ear.

“Not until you understand that you need me in that arena.” His hand came to rest on the side of your cheek, cradling your face in his palm.

“I’ve trained for this my whole life, I’m the only one you can trust to protect you.”

“But how can I trust you? Like you just said you spent your whole life training for these games, training to kill people like me. It’s all hopeless, no matter who I choose.”

“Don’t say that,” He scolded, shaking you by the hold on your waist.

“You saw me pull that knife on Namjoon before, and I didn’t even know you were there. It’s exactly like I told you on the first day of training, I’ll kill anyone who tries to harm you. No one in that arena matters to me, only you. You’re mine.”

“How can you keep saying that!? We don’t even know each other. I don’t understand how you could possibly feel this way about me. It all just sounds like a cruel way for you to take me to the e-”

Hoseok’s mouth silenced your protests, his lips pushing against yours and hands holding you in place. His kiss was searing and dominant, offering no chance for refusal, though as you felt the shivers running down your spine, you didn’t know if you would have been capable if a chance were provided. You had found him physically attractive the moment you had met, and somehow it was like the passion you had seen in his eyes was magnified a hundredfold through his kiss. He was strong and powerful, yet simultaneously gentle. His arm supporting your waist held your body impossibly close to his, whilst the fingertips from his hand on your face were tenderly stroking the skin on your cheek.

Your eyes had unconsciously closed when his face had moved in to meet yours, which only seemed to heighten your other senses. The places where his body made contact with yours were tingling as if flames from a nearby fire were licking against your skin. Everything about Jung Hoseok was warm; his sun kissed skin, copper hair and the heat radiating from his body into yours. You were stunned, and in your frozen state Hoseok moved his lips against your pliant ones to deepen the kiss, the tip of his tongue dancing along the line of your mouth before sliding inside to meet your own tongue and try to coax it to return with his.

What somehow felt like an eternity was in reality a mere few seconds before an announcement echoed through speakers throughout the training center, instructing tributes to cease everything and make your way to a designated area for the mandatory final assessments to shortly begin. Hoseok broke the kiss, leaving you breathless as he whispered upon your lips,

“If you can’t believe my words, then believe that.”

Pressing his lips back to yours quickly once more, he finally pulled back.

“Come on, we have to go.”

You mutely allowed Hoseok to lead you out of the corridor and back into the training center where a Capitol representative with a clipboard was lining everyone up to be taken to the waiting area. There was no talking from anyone as you were all put into your lines and made to follow the representative into a smaller room, whilst the training center was to be rearranged. The waiting room was small and cold with metallic coloring. Black chairs were organized by districts and you were told that one by one you would be brought before the judges to present your chosen skill, where you would then be graded on a score out of twelve. The scores would be announced later in the afternoon, before your final interviews with Caesar Flickerman in the evening.

You wordlessly sat beside Namjoon, not even looking in his direction even though you could occasionally feel him trying to catch your eye. No doubt he would want to dissect your conversation with Hoseok but you had no interest in telling him about anything that had happened. Especially not after how he had treated you the last time you had tried to warn him. Instead you kept your eyes solely on the ground, nervously bouncing your leg as you worried about your upcoming grading.

Everything was happening so fast. It felt like only moments ago when your name had been reaped, since then you had already travelled by train, appeared in the parade and completed your three days of training. You felt sick in your stomach at the thought that the short time that had passed between your reaping and this very moment could possibly be longer than the time you had between now and when you would meet your end in the arena. You immediately tried to stamp that thought out, trying to hold back the overwhelming wave of grief threatening to crash over you. You couldn’t let yourself go down without a fight and giving in to the misery would only reduce you to a walking corpse.

“District 1, female.”

The man with the clipboard had returned to the room to officially begin the assessments. You noted how he didn’t even call for Krystal by her name, just a district number and her assigned gender. How cold and clinical, much like the room they were keeping you in. You wondered if reducing tributes to numbers without names made it possible for the man to sleep at night, knowing he was part of a system that sent innocent children to the slaughter every year.

“District 1, male.”

As Yoongi left with the clipboard man you couldn’t help but notice Krystal didn’t come back into the room with him. So you would be allowed to return to the dorm and prepare for the interviews as soon as you were done. You were grateful this would at least mean a few hours’ break from Hoseok, you would just have to lock yourself in your room quickly before Namjoon would finish after you, and try to interrogate you in your living quarters.

“District 2, female.”

No one had spoken since the line up. All too focused on mentally preparing for the assessment. You felt for the younger tributes who had never picked up a weapon before a week ago, now having to present themselves as fighters before a panel with only 3 days of training. Once again you were grateful for your father for his insistence on training you with a knife, which at least gave you somewhat of a starting point to work with.

“District 2, male.”

You kept your head down and eyes on the floor, watching as two pairs of shoes walked directly past you on their way out of the room.

“No kiss good luck?” Namjoon snickered next to you, deliberately keeping his voice quiet enough that only you could hear him.

You ignored him.

“What’s the matter, trouble in paradise?” he mocked again.

You continued to ignore him, making sure your eyes were pointed on the exact same spot you had been staring at on the ground since you had sat down. Your knee continued to bounce at the exact same pace. You didn’t want to give him a single flinch, not even a minute sign of a reaction, given that was exactly what he was trying to get. You wondered what he was trying to achieve by riling you up. Did he want you to snap back at him and get in trouble? There had been no specific instruction not to talk, the weight of the occasion had instead resulted in the silence, so you doubted it. Most probably, he wanted to get in your head and psych you out before your assessment, likely trying to lower your score. Internally you scoffed, it’s not like you were a major threat to him anyway. You both knew you weren’t a trained career like he was. He was already going to outscore you anyway.

“District 3, female.”

Namjoon had gone from dictating your alliance, to spitting in the face of your concerns, to now mocking you. You wondered if he would’ve treated an actual trained career better if someone had volunteered for the females of 4. Perhaps it was to do with his ego that Hoseok had singled you out and wanted to work with you, even though he was clearly the more powerful tribute between you. He had taken it as a threat. A threat to his chances if you did side with Hoseok given Hoseok and Namjoon were on near equal footing, and the thought you had chosen Hoseok could have been seen as some act of betrayal. Never mind the fact you had done everything you could to try and avoid Hoseok, including telling Namjoon himself and asking for his help. Was he really that stupid enough to be mad you didn’t continue to beg him after his rejection?

“District 3, male.”

You supposed if he hypothetically succeeded and did psych you out into getting a terrible score it would be his own way of re-establishing himself as the desired tribute from 4. A reminder over your head that you weren’t a real career, and being brought into their alliance was an act of charity. A mercy killing to grace you with their presence before taking you out later in the game as an easy option. You longed to prove him wrong. Not just him but Hoseok also, the both of them for thinking you were pathetic and in need of their protection. His mockery and attempted sabotage was only acting as fuel to your fire.

“District 4, female.”

Your head snapped up to see the clipboard man standing in front of you. Wordlessly you nodded and got to your feet. You ignored the feeling of the eyes from the other tributes in the room staring at you as you had to walk past them to the exit. You were lead back down the same pathway you had taken from the training complex to the waiting room, only this time when you re-entered the training center you were the only person inside. Clipboard man hung back in the corridor and the only other people you could see were the game makers through the window in their viewing room. The center layout had been rearranged, with dummies and targets placed in optimum viewing range from the game makers’ vantage point.

“L/N, F/N, District 4, Female, 18 years of age” a voice crackled through the speakers overhead by means of introduction, as you walked over to the marked spot on the floor you had been instructed to stand.

It was a strange feeling looking up at the pompous judges dressed in their flamboyant outfits with pretentiously fluorescent dyed hair and beards. It was as if they were dressed up for an expensive night on the town and you, and the other twenty-three, were their performers for the evening. It was weirdly easy to put the judges in the back of your mind, despite being able to clearly see the room of around twenty people intently staring at you with interest. The all looked so fictional and outlandish that it was easy to dismiss them as some sort of strange figment of your imagination. They didn’t look like real people, which somehow made it possible for you compartmentalize them as imaginary, and instead focus on the task at hand.

Looking at the assortment of weapons on display, you mostly ignored the large range on offer and went straight for the knives. Running your fingertips along the handles you picked out a hunting knife with a blade that would have been around 8 inches long. There were smaller, thinner, knives specifically made for throwing on offer, however the ones you had practiced with back at home were the larger kind on your boat. Gingerly you bounced the handle in your palm, trying to get a quick feel for the weight. Looking up you examined the range of targets that were on display – some quite close and others much further.

You went for the closest target, that was five meters away, as a warm up.

Thwack

The blade sailed easily through the air landing in the yellow zone, on the first circle outside of the bulls-eye. You shrugged your shoulders and rolled your neck with an exhale, not a bad start and a good way to get the nerves under control.

You retrieved a second knife from weapons trolley and took your aim for the next target that was ten meters away.

Thwack

Another yellow circle, except this time your knife landed in the second circle outside from the bulls-eye. Your pursed your lips with a shake of your head. It was still in a decent range but you were hoping to improve on your last throw rather than getting further from the bulls-eye.

You went back for another knife, choosing another one like the last two you had thrown, and lined up for the fifteen-meter target.

Thwack

Red zone, just outside the yellow. If you were aiming at a person, rather than a circle, that would have been lucky to connect. You let out a sharp exhale with a sigh, you weren’t doing bad – you’d made contact with all three targets so far – but you weren’t establishing yourself as a threat either. Not on the level that you knew the other careers were going to be scoring.

Returning to the weapons rack you found there to be one knife left that was in the same size range as the others you had used so far. You turned the knife over in your hand weighing up your final options. There was a final target twenty meters away, but with the rate you were throwing, you’d highly likely just continue to move further away from the bulls-eye. You could always try to throw on one of the other targets again and work to improve your existing result, but it would be difficult to improve much on the first impression of being ‘good, but not great’. Your last option would be the dummies. The dummies were situated on the opposite side of the targets and provided a more human edge to demonstrations. You had elected to use targets in the hope of showcasing solid aim through a bulls-eye, but that hadn’t exactly worked out. With one knife left you decided to try and showcase something a little more realistic.

The dummies were grey and faceless, just human shapes of rubber, which was a lot different from what you would be facing in real life within the arena. If you couldn’t land a shot on a stationary figure you were practically as good as dead. Not only did you need to prove a score to the judges, but you wanted this for your own confidence. With a frown, you turned and launched your blade ten meters across the room into the head of a dummy with a satisfying Thwack.

You didn’t bother to look up to the balcony and see their whispers and nods of approval, instead walking straight over to the dummy and pulling the knife out from the rubber. You weren’t finished yet; you were going to show them what a fishing district knew how to do best…

Grasping the handle, you plunged the blade into the sternum, deep enough to reach what would be the back bone of a human, and dragged the blade down to the pelvis. Pulling the knife out you made horizontal slashes along the chest and the hip where your line down the body had began and ended. Tossing the knife aside, you reached your hands inside of the dummy, pulling it open.

Granted the physical anatomies between a fish and a human were quite different, but the concept of gutting was quite easy to get across.

Once the assessment was over you were lead back to your living quarters. With the pressure subsiding and adrenaline wearing off, you found your hands beginning to tremble. You were thankful to have your water bottle as some sort of distraction, shakily taking sips to try and calm yourself down. By the time you finally arrived back to the dorm you were only able to answer Finnick’s “How did you go?” with a quick “fine” as you hurriedly rushed to your bedroom, not wanting to stick around and see Namjoon again until you absolutely had to.

The assessments were scheduled to run until 4:00pm, with the results being broadcast at 4:30pm, before tributes were due to report at the auditorium at 5:00pm to begin preparing for interviews. You were grateful to be from one of the earlier districts, which left you with more free time between the conclusion of your assessment and your next schedule. Your bedroom contained its own en suite bathroom so the first thing you did upon entering was strip off your clothes and head for the shower.

You spent a long time under the hot running water, sitting on the tiles and letting the shower cover up the sound of your crying. It had become somewhat of a routine for you to return from training and cry under the safety of your showerhead where no one else could see or judge you for it. The emotional toll it took to bury your feelings and avoid crying in the training center, in front of the career pack, in front of the judges, or out of fear every waking moment of your life now was strenuous. The shower was your haven, a place where you could wash away the sweat and grime from your day, and allow some form of pent up release. Today’s shower would be the longest one you had taken since entering the capital.

A knock and Finnicks’ muffled voice through the door told you it was after 4:00pm and the results would be broadcast soon, so you reluctantly turned off the taps and began to dry off. You were told that hair, make up and styling would take place in the auditorium later, so you dressed in the most comfortable clothing that you had been provided with; a cashmere sweater and matching sweatpants. You waited in your room as long as possible, before putting on a pair of slippers and walking out to the lounge room at 4:30pm.

Finnick, Periwinkle and Namjoon were all seated on the sofa facing the giant television, which was currently displaying Caesar Flickerman and a co-host you didn’t recognize behind a desk. Wordlessly you joined them, choosing a spot next to Periwinkle on the lounge, the opposite side of where Namjoon was sitting.

“And now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the scores!”

You frowned at how enthusiastic Caesar seemed to be over his job. His mouth was spread into a wide grin, showing off his artificially white teeth, and his emerald green eyes (that had to be contact lenses) were practically glowing with excitement. You all sat in dead silence, if it weren’t for Caesar’s voice reading out District 1 you would have been able to hear a pin drop. The results weren’t surprising to you in the least. Krystal and Yoongi both scored 9s, Athena a 9 too and Hoseok 11. The girl from District 3 who had fallen in front of you on the monkey bars only managed a dismal score, the same as her district number. Her male partner only fared slightly better with a 5.

“District 4, F/N, L/N! Oh, she certainly captured many people’s attention at the parade, but is she as deadly as she is beautiful?”

You rolled your eyes with a scoff.

“You better not do that when he talks to you on stage,” Finnick warned.

You sarcastically put on an overly fake smile and fluttered your eye lashes back at him, until your expression was wiped blank by Caesar’s next words.

“Miss L/N, 10.”

Your jaw dropped as Periwinkle burst into enthusiastic applause, Finnick cocked an eyebrow with an impressed nod and Namjoon let out a low whistle.

“Someone’s been hiding something~,” Namjoon sing-songed as you closed your open mouth and took in a deep breath. You shook your head.

“Just the same knife throwing I’ve been practicing,” you replied.

Technically that was not a lie, just an omission of the gutting part. You wondered what it was about your little stunt that had pleased the judges so much. You were hoping to bump yourself to an 8 or 9 to at least try and blend in with the careers, instead you had somehow managed to establish yourself as a threat amongst them. With how much you had been pushed around so far you were glad to at least have one moment of impact. But now you had to be worried about the extra target being a threat could potentially put on your back.

Namjoon didn’t reply further as Caesar read his name and announced his score of 9.

You blanched. There was no way in hell you were more skilled than Namjoon was with a weapon. You looked over, expecting him to be furious, but he merely sat there with a content expression on his face nodding at the TV.

“Someone’s been hiding something,” you repeated Namjoon’s words back to him.

Namjoon’s only response was a smirk.

You didn’t like the way he looked like he knew far more than what he was sharing.

I'm a bit annoyed because I planned to combine the final training day and interviews into one chapter. But I found it was starting to get too long, as this part was already hitting 7000 words.

Next chapter will be the interviews and fallout from certain things the characters say in them

Chapter after will FINALLY be what everyone here wants (especially me) - the actual Hunger Games in the arena

Sorry to keep dragging it out, my brain hates me.

#yandere hoseok #yandere bts #yandere #yandere bts fic #yandere jung hoseok #bts x reader #dark bts #dark bts au #y!hoseok #hoseok fic #hoseok x reader #hoseok au #dark jhope #HUNGER GAMES AU

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🌸 Updates and FAQs for Watching the TGCF Donghua! 🌸

✴️First, check out my detailed guide HERE if you want to know how to subscribe to YouTube or Bilibili!

Please read through these if you have any questions first before sending in an ask, as it's probably answered here (or the previous guide)!!! If you don't see it here, or still have confusions afterwards, then feel free to send in an ask or DM me!

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✨Important Notes/Updates✨

Bilibili is allowing non-members to watch for free! No region locks, and you don’t even need to make an account. Free watchers will be one week behind paid members. But this is a legal and free way to support the donghua if you’re unable to pay! (This actually means that you’ll be able to see the episodes faster and for free on Bilibili than you would on YouTube, because YouTube has a two week delay instead of just one week.)

Funimation is broadcasting TGCF in the US, Canada, UK, Ireland, Australia and New Zealand. These are some of the regions which are blocked by YouTube, so this is an available alternative for those who don’t want to go through Bilibili. They have also stated they will launch in Mexico and Brazil this winter.

ALL broadcasts are in Chinese with hard-coded/embedded English and Chinese subs. (I.e., they come with the broadcast itself, on top of the image. Nothing to toggle on/off, they are automatically there.) They are the exact same across all the platforms.

Please support official releases so that we can get more seasons, and high quality! This is still niche content, believe it or not!

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✨Frequntly Asked Questions✨

🔹GENERAL FAQs:🔹

1.) "Where is the best place to watch?"

I still reccomend Bilibili's native website/app over all other streaming platforms. This is due to some key points:

Bilibili's website/app gets the episode the very second they drop. There is no delay whatsoever. YouTube and Funimation have been delayed the last two weeks. It's unknown if this is just a hiccup or what, but if watching new episodes ASAP is important to you, going through Bilibili ensures you will not have to worry about any uncertainty.

Price breakdowns: Bilibili's website/app 3-month membership is $10-11 USD. Their YouTube channel's "MBBM Lv2" membership varies by region, but in many places is similar or just a tad more. In the US, the MBBM Lv2 membership and Funimation membership is the same price ($5.99 per month, or $17.97 for 3 months). So you can actually save some cash by going through Bilibili directly.

In the end, this is largely up to personal choice and comfort. Some people may find it difficult to navigate Bilibili's website even with guides and google translate's auto-translate feature. In this case, YouTube or Funimation are fine alternatives. If you also have an existing Funimation sub or plan to use it to watch other shows, then that's perfectly valid too. Similar with the MBBM lv2 sub on YouTube, especially if you want to use it to see other shows (e.g. Legend of Exorcism which is only English-subbed on YouTube).

2.) "Where do I watch for free?"

On Bilibili's website, you can watch episodes for free! You will be one episode behind paid members, but it's a legal way to support the donghua. You don't even need to create an account!

3.) "What episode will be airing when/where?"

Check out the table below for the differences in airing times. Time is 11AM China Time.*

NOTE: Funimation is technically supposed to be the same as Bilibili members/YouTube MBBM Lv2, but the last few episodes have been delayed so I have no clue.... *Additionally, YouTube's episodes have been delayed by a little bit, but they've aired the same day.

4.) "How can I support the donghua?"

Free, on YouTube: Subscribe to Bilibili's YouTube Channel, give likes to TGCF videos/clips, and leave nice comments!

Free, on Bilibili: Everyone can follow the official TGCF account and page, plus leave likes on videos. All this following stuff requires you to have passed the Bilibili quiz to unlock levels: If you are lv2+, you can leave comments and give coins to offical TGCF videos. (Log in daily to get 1 coin/day if you're lv1+!) If you are lv4+, leave a good 5-star review!

Paid: Buy subscriptions to watch the donghua! Also, merchhhhh~

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🔸YOUTUBE-RELATED FAQs🔸

1.) "What's the difference between Bilibili's YouTube Channel's MBBM Lv1 and Lv2 memberships?"

MBBM Lv2 allows you to watch the episodes on the same day as Bilibili's website broadcast.

MBBM Lv1 has new episodes delayed by one week, meaning you will be one episode behind the others. There actually is zero point in subscribing to MBBM Lv1 (unless you want to watch other subbed donghua) because you can watch the same content on Bilibili for absolutely free, since Bilibili is allowing non-members to watch TGCF one episode behind paid members.

You can also watch two episodes behind on YouTube.

2.) "If I have YouTube Premium/Red, do I still need a membership on Bilibili's YouTube page?"

Yes. YouTube premium is completely separate from the channel-specific memberships.

3.) "Are episodes simulcast on YouTube?"

While originally stated as being simulcast, there actually seems to be a bit of a delay on YouTube as of now. It's unclear if this will change with future episodes.

4.) "Do I need a VPN?"

If you are from one of the restricted countries, then yes, you'll need to use a VPN. You can still pay for the subscription as normal, and then use a VPN to watch the donghua. It will not affect payment.

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🔹BILIBILI-RELATED FAQs:🔹

1.) "Do I need to take that 100-question quiz to sign up for Bilibili or the membership?!"

No, it's totally optional! You do not need it to either watch the free episodes or to buy a membership. It's only if you want to comment and stuff. It might make you think you gotta do it, or enter a code, but it's actually not needed. Check out THIS post for more info!!! (However, you may still want to do it in order to level up and eventually leave a nice review for the donghua!)

2.) "I'm only able to watch 6min on Bilibili's website when I watch from my phone. Do I need the app?"

You do not need the app. Switch your browser to Desktop Mode in order to watch the video in full.

Be sure to download a browser like Google Chrome, Firefox, etc that supports this mode if your native browser doesn't allow for it.

3.) "Can I get the app on iPhone/iOS?"

This depends on if you are in a country where the app is not region locked in the app store. If you're able to download it that way, great! If not, try using a VPN and setting your region to mainland China. It may work. APKs are not useable on iPhones, so unless you know how to sideload apps onto your device, you may be stuck with the app store only.

Do note that you might be unable to pay for a Bilibili membership through the app, depending on version, but you can always simply pay through the website and then use the app as normal. It will apply account-wide on all devices.

4.) "Why are there two versions of the app?"

One seems to be the international version, which is more basic and lets you pay via GooglePay/ApplePay. The other one seems to be made for mainland China, and allows you to even buy merchandise through it (Chinese address/bank acc required). Mostly, both have to be downloaded via APK on Android. But some iOS users have reported different versions of the app being available for them through the app store (namely the int'l ver, and some have said they can use a VPN to get the mainland one).

5.) "Is there any benefit to having the app over just using the website?"

Not really, no. With the app you can buy very cute hualian themed skins for your profile, though (if you have the mainland version of the app). Plus you can save videos for offline viewing.

6.) "Do I need to enter my area code for Bilibili when signing up/in?"

NO, you do not enter your area code in the phone number field. Select your country from the drop-down list and it will automatically consider your area code. (E.g. if you're in America, select 美国 and enter in your number like 5557779999.)

7.) "I didn't get to set a password when signing up, so how do I log into my Bilibili account after being logged out?"

Use the same phone number you did to sign up. Instead of a password, you'll enter in a one-time key that is sent to your phone via text message. (NOTE: some people have reported not receiving these messages, which may vary by phone carrier!)

As mentioned above, don't include your area code when filling out your number.

Also, if you are signed in on the app on your phone, you can scan the QR code on the log-in page through the app.

8.) "How do I turn off the barrage comments filling up the video I'm watching?"

Select the little button that reads "弹" under the video:

(Website vs App)

9.) Is the Bilibili subscription auto-renewing?

No, the 1-month (¥25), 3-month (¥68), 1-year (¥168) subscriptions will not automatically renew. They are a one-time payment only!

Notice that the renewing payments all say "连续" in front of them, which means "continuing" or "successive" types of subscriptions. They are also cheaper than the one-time payment. (E.g. the renewing 3-month sub is ¥45 instead of ¥68.) Moreover, the renewing types are not even available to purchase with PayPal, afaik. You need Alipay or WeChat Pay, etc.

10.) "Can I use the app/membership to read the manhua too?"

Unfortunately, not quite! Your Bilibili account is universal, but you'll need to download the manhua app seperately and topping up M-coins to pay for the manhua. (One-time purchases, either by volume or by chapter as per your choice.)

11.) "What resolutions are available?"

You can watch up to 480p as a free member. Paid members can watch at 1080p and high-bit-rate 1080p. It's possible to chromecast it to TV, too. (I haven't tried it, but others have!)

12.) "Can I watch across multiple devices?"

Yes, you can!

13.) "Do I need a VPN?"

No, Bilibili is not region-locked. However, some particular countries may have Chinese apps blocked.... :(

14.) "I want to leave a comment/review. How do I level up on Bilibili?"

Log in daily, watch at least one video per day, give coins (attained by logging in) to your fave videos, etc! It will definitely take a while haha.

15.) "Will I be able to watch other donghua like MDZS or SVSSS with my membership on Bilibili?"

No, those two donghuas are produced by TenCent, not Bilibili. You will need either a TenCent/WeTV account, or you can watch them on their YouTube channel (free).

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🔸FUNIMATION-RELATED FAQs🔸

1.) "Is Funimation's broadcast a simulcast?"

It is supposed to be, according to their initial announcements. They seem to be having some technical difficulties, but those may be resolved soon. I suggest keeping an eye on their twitter for updates if you are interested in watching through them!

2.) "Do I have to pay extra on my Funimation sub to watch TGCF?"

No, afaik, the regular $5.99 sub covers TGCF too.

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I hope this helps out people further, so we can all have an easy time watching the donghua! And please do support it legally! 🙏

If you still need help, feel free to send in an ask!

#tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven offical's blessing #hob #tgcf donghua

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