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WIP WEDNESDAY
Did some work on the next two chapters of tbbw instead of working on the rewrite, so here's a rare sneak peak:
“So, care to tell my why you insisted on being so cryptic over the phone-”
Klaus froze halfway inside the trailer Sam had directed him to with less than detailed instructions, eyes widening on the arrow embedded in Sam’s chest and the long, thin metal wire attached to it that led to a suspiciously shaped bomb-like box fixed onto the trailer’s wall.
“Let’s face it,” Sam said with a wince, standing very, very still. “This isn’t the worst thing you’ve caught me doing.”
Still, like he was, in fact, attached to a bomb.
“Sam,” Klaus said eventually, stepping fully inside and closing the door without taking his eyes off the bomb-like box, the pin attached to the wire shaking every time Sam breathed. “Tell me that is not a bomb.”
Sam hesitated for half a second. “It’s not a bomb.”
Klaus glared at him. “Sam.”
Careful not to twist his body, Sam turned his head towards Klaus, licking his lips nervously. “You know, if you think about it, this is all your fault.”
Klaus felt his eye twitch. “Excuse me?”
“You’re the one that told me to look into this Connor Jordan guy!”
Klaus gaped, face twisting with anger. “I told you to look into him, not to engage with him!” he hissed, stepping forward. His eyes trailed down to the arrow embedded in Sam’s chest, thankfully several inches too far to the right to have hit his heart.
“How was I supposed to know he had a bomb hooked up to his death-trap trailer?” Sam hissed back, earning him another glare that effectively silenced any further protests. “Look, can you, I don’t know, just cut the arrow out. I would myself but…”
Sam raised a hand, moving to touch the metal wire attached to the bomb.
“Don’t-” Klaus warned, too late, closing his eyes when Sam flicked it, the vibration travelling all the way down to the pin. It didn’t pull out. Sam brought his hand away, making a sound with his mouth that mimicked an explosion.
“I’m going to kill you,” Klaus deadpanned.
“Not if the bomb kills me first.”
“Just-” Klaus snapped his mouth shut, using every shred of willpower he had to stop himself from strangling the idiot. “Don’t move. Let me think.”
He moved around to stand behind Sam, inspecting the arrowhead sticking out of Sam’s back as he contemplated his options. It wasn’t some amateur thing, crafted carelessly and put together - it was professional. A thick, sturdy, pitch-black shaft with a sleek metal head, dipped in vervain if the sting when he touched it was anything to go by. His eyes narrowed, grabbing a mean-looking combat knife the hunter must have left behind off the side and resting the serrated edge against the shaft, wondering if he cut the head off. He couldn’t break it with brute force - too risky. The jolt could set the bomb off.
“So, how well did you know this Pastor Young?” Sam asked to fill the silence as Klaus worked, grunting a little as Klaus began to try and saw it off. He reached down to the table next to him to grab one of the pieces of paper strewn all over the surface, ignoring Klaus’ earlier warnings of staying still. “Did you talk to him much at your mother’s Ball?”
Klaus didn’t look up from his work. “I can’t say I did. Why?”
“I think he’s the one who contacted your hunter,” Sam said, causing Klaus to look up. He raised the letter, so Klaus could see it. “Mad as a box of cats by the way. He wrote a letter about sacrifice and war brewing in Mystic Falls.”
Klaus paused what he was doing to look over Sam’s shoulder at the letter, skimming the contents. “A greater evil is coming?” he read aloud, brows furrowing.
“Yeah, crazy, right?” Sam hissed as Klaus resumed his work, grunting painfully as the arrow shifted inside him. He forced a smile, tilting his head in Klaus’ direction. “Hey, do you think he was talking about you?”
Klaus sent him a mock-glare, unimpressed. He ran the blade across the arrow’s shaft perhaps a little too forcefully, nudging it inside Sam’s flesh, causing the younger hybrid to wince, stifling a cry. He nearly didn’t remember to remain still in time.
“I can’t cut it out,” Klaus decided, observing this and stepping back. He dropped the bloody knife on the table. “It’s too thick and one small movement, it’ll get very messy very fast.”
“Then what do we do?” Sam asked, voice shaking. His brave bravado was finally cracking.
Klaus stared at the arrow embedded in Sam’s chest, gaze flickering up to meet his. “You’re going to tear it out.”
Sam frowned, looking quite annoyed. “And how does that stop me from getting fried again?”
“You tear it out and I’ll flash you to safety before that bomb ignites.”
Sam paused as he thought that over. “Are you sure you’re fast enough to do that?”
Klaus turned, opening the door of the trailer, knowing that was one less obstacle he had to worry about. “Only one way to find out,” he muttered under his breath. Sam still heard him.
“That’s not reassuring, Nik,” he said, eyes slightly wide, almost pleading. “I don’t want to end up as a human kebab.”
Klaus raised a challenging eyebrow, stepping towards Sam and grabbing his shoulders. “Do you have a better idea?”
“No.”
“Then human kebab it is,” Klaus declared, nodding. “On 3?”
“Fuuuuck,” Sam whispered, breath shaky.
Klaus ignored him, beginning the countdown. Sam raised his hand, carefully wrapping his fingers around the end of the arrow’s shaft.
“1…2…3!”
Sam yanked the arrow out and Klaus heard the click of the pin flying out but he was already moving, hands gripping Sam’s shoulders, pulling him with him as he flashed out the trailer. The world blurred around them and behind, the air roared as the bomb ignited, exploding through the trailer and blasting out the windows. The heat of the explosion licked at their backs, the force of the blast sending them flying several feet before crashing into the ground, saved from the worst of it. Groaning, they both rolled onto their backs, Sam the first to sit up on his elbows and survey the damage.
“Well, that wasn’t too bad,” Sam commented, eying the smoking wreckage.
As if taunted by his words, there was a terrifying hiss from the trailer and a second later, the gas supply had ignited, a secondary explosion ripping through the structure, blasting it to smithereens. Pieces of roofing and wall were thrown in every direction in the ensuing fireball and they both ducked, flinching away from the dangerous fiery projectiles as they crashed to ground all around them.
Slowly, Klaus turned to look at Sam, his expression thunderous.
“You were saying?”
#tbbw#the big bad wolf#fanfiction#morningstar writes#technically klaroline#but this sneak isn't so won't post to the community blog#klaroline wip wed#if you hadn't guessed#the next story arc is the curse of the five#i could have shared that canon scene with klaus ripping into tyler about hayley#but eh#i thought this was funnier#ALSO#are we all excited for the downfall of forewood?#CAUSE I AM#i've written a klaroline scene that is 👌👌#chefs kiss#not sharing that tho cause i don't want to spoil the fun#mwuahahaha
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GUESS WHO HAS A GIRLFRIEND BESTIESSSSS🥳🥳
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trying to write a character fucking up at their job when they're supposed to be good at it without undermining their alleged skill is a... fine line
#badum tss#this is about fine line#if you hadn't guessed#like part of me is all ''lol this fool (affectionate)'' and the other part of me is like ''you absolute imbecile (derogatory)''#why is a raven like a writing desk?
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"Since I've been streaming .... I'm kinda curious of what my viewers think of me!"
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Okay so maybe rewatching Thor for the Loki content was a bad idea because wow the ending of Loki really does parallel the ending of that movie, the way Jane searches for Thor with her scientific equipment because that's how she found him in the first place, the way Mobius waits for Loki at his own spot on the timeline because he knows that's where Loki would choose to be, the way both brothers know their loves still have hope for them and they smile
#I'm crying in case you hadn't guessed#that had to be on purpose because it is so strong#*very unattractive snuffling sounds*#loki#loki series#loki show#loki season 2#loki finale#lokius#(my beloveds)#mobius#mobius m mobius#thor#thor 1#Jane foster#parallels#cinematic parallels#mcu#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#martianbugsbunny ships
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TBB cadets ideas
#star wars#star wars the bad batch#the bad batch fanart#tbb fanart#star wars fanart#more to come maybe idk#Anyway#idk how fanartists manage to get their chara right I couldn't#hope they're at least recognizable#I'm too tired to clean them anyway#BTW I got my broken tooth fixed#I mean ...more like vital prognosis engaged#Dentist scolded me#deserved#It was really the meme “you live like this??” but with my mouth#anyway at least they'll have a fun story to talk about at party I guess#oh last time I got a PATIENT#WTF#like first she hadn't seen anyone since YEARS#then she went livid when I told her I had to operate#she was probably on the verge of a panic attack I had to reassure her like EVERY five minutes like a child#can you fill my glass again thanks#I mean I've got several friends working in medical I know how it is ^^;#Now my whole jaw aches#and I'm hungry ofc#ANYWAY#if you excuse me#I'm gonna roll myself in a burrito and cry
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6 YEARS WITH STRAY KIDS — #Youtiful6YearsOfSKZ
#stray kids#createskz#bystay#ot8#*mary#what are our tags i can't remember .#*gfx#<- ? i guess. who knows. doesnt rly matter tbh#good morning. had to rush home just so i could caption and add tags to this cause i forgot to last night before i left.#i feel like i was a bit ambitious with this but somehow it didn't turn out as bad as it could have LOL#i think if i hadn't postponed doing this for so long i couldve added more things and polished a few others but it is what it is !#anyway.#thank you for giving me peace and happiness when i need it. 💙
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they should've been at the club(infertility treatment centers)
#like guys. be real with me. how many options did you even try before turning to dark magic#nothing about the situation called for all that😭#in my mind they're like 22 and 25 here which makes it all even funnier#guys please just adopt a dog or something😭#nothing about either of you screams ready for parenthood#im so happy adrien agreste exists but the circumstances of his birth are so ridiculous#there is so much gabe and emilie couldve done besides this. they could have done anything#honestly knowing them(<-girl who believes she knows them) im not even convinced the infertility treatment wasnt working#I think they just both were so allured by the concept of a magic baby#they were like six months in and hadn't gotten pregnant yet and were like. well. I guess we're out of options! dark magic it is!#and made it everyone else's problem forever#these two wanted to be doomed by the narrative SO bad#honestly though being a 22 year old girl I kind of yet it. sometimes I see a cute baby and want one so bad maybe I too would use dark magic#maybe emilie agreste was just a girl.#anyway. sorry adrien that your parents were Like This but it is so so funny#anna rambles#ml#gabriel agreste#emilie agreste
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i like to think everyone has a colour associated with them, whether its just your fave colour or what you generally wear most of or what colour your bedroom walls are. i always associate the name sophie with dark blue, my mum is always a nice turquoise, i like to think my colour is a bright sunflower yellow.
if you have a specific shade pls tell me i adore when ppl have associated colours and tell me them, bc i think of them when i see that colour
#shut up danni's talking#its one of my ultimate favourite aspects of character designs and i will forever use it w my characters#but i also think abt it w ppl!!!!#its almost certainly spawned from a combo of my mum passionately loving her colour + my primary school#my primary school's name/theme/whatever was related to the rainbow#its common for primary schools in the uk for the uniform to be polo shirts and schools would pick a colour and that was your uniform#but w my school's theme being rainbows they were like lol whatever colour as long as you're in a polo shirt#so kids would choose whichever shirt colour they wanted some kids switched it up every year#others stuck w the colour they chose all 6 years#so of course i would correlate ppl w colours which is how i always relate sophie w dark blue#bc i'd play w this girl called sophie in the afterschool club who always wore dark blue through all the years i knew her#tbh i still think of my brother also as dark blue bc he would wear the same colour#if you could not guess my colour was yellow and i always felt distinctly wrong when i had to wear a different colour#there were a couple times i had to borrow a new shirt bc mine got dirty or all mine hadn't been washed so i had to wear my brother's#i don't know if its just me but i feel like everyone has an affinity with a colour even if its n9t your fave#hence the poll lmao
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so i'm trying to come to terms with starship iris ending, y'know, as one does when there's a project that you auditioned for on a whim as a total amateur, eight years and a lifetime ago, that is finally coming to a close, and i am really truly trying not to get sappy about it. but.
in another universe, there is no ishani kanetkar. she was born with this show, for this show, and it's still a little unbelievable to me that there are people i've never met who know who she is. it's even wilder that there are people i HAVE met who want her, this person who has never been fully real but has always still been me, to help them tell their own stories.
i recorded the pilot episode on my wired earbuds' built-in microphone, in a bedroom in my grandparents' home in mumbai. those grandparents are gone; that house of my memory too. but every time i come back to this show, i remember sitting on the bed of the small room that once belonged to my great-aunt, trying and failing to find a scrap of quiet so that kay grisham could tell violet liu it would all be okay.
so maybe some of the things i'm feeling are for the end of a story, but i think some of them are also for the ishani who started telling it, who can't go back. some of them are for ishani kanetkar, this ephemeral self and not-self, whose own time is one day going to be over. and some of them are just for me, now, who looks forward to a future with other projects and other people but not this project, with these people, and is sad to say goodbye. i hope i can do my part to give it a truly phenomenal send-off.
#tscosi#ishani speaks#urgh i DID get maudlin but like.#what do you do when you can pinpoint a decision that changed your life in ways you didn't even know it could be changed!!!#if i hadn't gotten the role i would have gone right along with my perfectly reasonable life plan and probably never acted again#but instead so many of my memories of the last 8 years are overlaid with the stories i got to help tell. because of this one#always‚ in the end‚ because of this one#SUE ME I'M AN ACTOR I GUESS I'M GONNA BE A BIT DRAMATIC
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Disappointed that, in spite of using a more accurate translation in Chapter 2 of Crisis Core, EC has switched over to the original English localization for Chapter 3—in spite of having Japanese audio, meaning you can literally hear that the lines exchanged between Genesis and Sephiroth are NOT WHAT THE SUBTITLES SAY if you have THE MOST BASIC UNDERSTANDING OF JAPANESE.
「いい だろう」 (ii darou) is not "come and try." It has never been "come and try." In context, it's literally "that's good" or "that would be nice."
Let me clarify this, once more: in Japanese, Genesis says "I'll be a hero too," and Sephiroth responds "That would be nice."
This fucked up no-homo English localization has utterly ruined Western fandom's perception of these two since the game first came out, and the continued refusal to fix it is one of the most infuriating things to deal with. It makes Genesis seem petty, bitter, self-absorbed; it makes Sephiroth seem arrogant, sanctimonious, like the kind of person who viciously belittles his closest friends.
That's not who either of them are, particularly not with each other. Genesis didn't want to surpass Sephiroth, he wanted to be his equal. And Sephiroth wanted that too! Sephiroth wanted an equal as much as Genesis wanted to be able to stand at his side! Sephiroth was as supportive as Genesis was determined, and both had too much respect for one another not to give these matches of theirs everything they had. Genesis would never accept a victory that wasn't genuine, and Sephiroth would never belittle him by offering such a thing.
They were playing. They were supporting each other. They were having fun working toward a mutual goal because they love each other.
It's been over 15 years and the update dropped during PRIDE MONTH and English localizers STILL HAVE NOT FUCKING FIXED IT.
#genesis rhapsodos#sephiroth#crisis core#ff7ec#ever crisis#nashi has an opinion#fandom vent#I guess I shouldn't be surprised#given that Glenn's lines in chapter 7 of FS#were ALSO subtitled wrong#although HE got to seem MORE sympathetic for whatever reason#note: he did not ask Sephiroth 'what are you doing' at any point#he yelled at him to stop#twice#just 'stop'#no questions#no requesting explanation#just#fucking#'stop'#but sure make it look like he actually asked what was going on#after all#if he HADN'T#that might look pretty bad right?#that might make his fucking tantrum afterward look EVEN WORSE right?#I am so tired#fandom ramble#kinda
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ghost stares at the ceiling, chest heaving in a harsh pant; sweat ice on his clammy flesh and soaked into the sheet he restlessly kicks away.
ears still ringing, his fingertips blindly drift down to trail along his vivisection scar. he half-expects blood to smear in their wake. his own line of solomon, who ordered him split in twain; half of him given to a grieving mother and half left with the grieving to be.
just for both his broken halves to be rejected.
what did it make him that his mother grieved him more than she loved him? that she begged to be relieved of him more adamantly than she begged to receive him? why did his worth spill out with his drawn blood? why was his pain lesser than hers?
his hand flexes, digging into the raised scar like it’ll part beneath his fingertips to plunge into his mangled insides. no one knows the cruelty of reforming the halved; his name, his being, not nearly as important as his body when he was stripped from himself. no one knows the pain of healing and understanding losing pieces of yourself means losing your value along with them.
how many more pieces did he have to lose before he was halved once more? before his very presence incurred grief so strong it was better to be rid of him than cradle his bloodied remains?
did the infant fight himself? did he age always at odds with himself; his halves never truly whole? he hopes he wasn’t, that he was spared the loss of self; the fear that one may be welcomed over the other.
who will he lose when the inevitable comes? when he’s ripped apart again? simon? or ghost? is it better to be cursed with choice just like his mother or live with an aftermath chosen for him? does it matter if in the end, he convinces himself there was nothing of him left to lose?
his head lolls to the side and the wild buck of his chest slows. he watches johnny beside him, his face lax with the rare peace of sleep; his cheek squished against the pillow, his lips pursed as long breaths escape him.
johnny. soap. never torn asunder but two all the same.
he carefully reaches out and ghosts his fingers along the jagged scar on his chin. even in sleep, he presses into his bloodied touch. he’s never fled his half-flesh, never shies away from his gore as it spills unbidden from his cleaved torso. he holds on where his mother let him go; cups his stomach to hold his insides in place and never minds the blood that drips through his fingers.
simon will never let him become his own solomon and cannibalise himself. he will never let him question which half of him has more value; which pieces he can afford to lose before he’s cast aside.
ghost’s soap. simon’s johnny. his.
whole, in any incarnation.
#yall know the story of king solomon?#and the two mothers who claim a baby is theirs so he orders the baby cut in half so they can each have half of him?#well guess what woke me up out of a dead sleep and demanded to be written?#anyway roba showing simon clips of his mum on the news begging for the safe return of her boy#for the government to do something; /anything/ please she just wants her son back#just for ghost to dig himself out of simon's coffin and she can't bear to look at the man he's become#he's cold and afraid and hesitant and angry and in pain and so different from her little boy that it's just too difficult for her#he's a living breathing reminder that her simon didn't come back from the desert#and ghost has to live with the knowledge that his mum couldn't love him through anything#that maybe if he got himself out sooner if he was stronger or smarter or a better soldier... if he hadn't let simon die...#maybe he wouldn't have changed so much that she wouldn't look him in the eye and see a stranger#if you know anything about me by now you know i love the separation of the self and the person they become around others or bc of trauma#whether thats hizashi and present mic or simon and ghost its one of my absolute favourite tropes#and simon knowing hes become someone else and going home expecting to still be loved anyway?#just for this new version of himself to be rejected?#thats the moment he fractures into ghost#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#john soap mactavish#soap cod#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghoap#ghost call of duty#cod mw2#cod mwii#save post
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Do you guys think that when Dark was dying, he knew it, and became so overwhelmed by the visceral fear of his inevitable incoming death that he started desperately pleading to Alan to somehow come save him?
A forsaken creation, dying and agonized, desperately reaching out to his creator in a last ditch attempt at salvation.
A child, begging for it's parent's help, because they're scared and they don't want to die.
#I firmly believe that the fear of death can bring anyone to their knees in the right situation#To know that you are going to die is a potently terrifying thing#To be helpless to stop it to know that there's nothing that CAN stop it#is a unique sort of mental anguish that can reduce even the most powerful of people to tears and begging#Death equalizes all as it's wrapping it's jaws around our necks#There is no room for shame or dignity in such a moment#Just your raw overwhelming terror and anguish and desperation#I believe that if the blast did not kill him instantly#he languished in agony knowing that he was dying#and cried for his creator#because it was the only thing he could do#the only hope he would've had#until even that was swept away into the agonizing realization that nothing was going to save him#and he died perhaps wishing that it all hadn't gone so wrong.#animation vs animator#animator vs animation#alan becker#ava the dark lord#Guess who has a new hyperfixation whoops its me#Have some angst new fandom I've joined
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Sobbing because 72.51% of the fandom (<rounded)
was freaking out about if Four still had Twi's shadow crystal
^Valid concern!
And then my boy just shows up wearing it
Slightly hidden... shame/fear?
Anyways here's when Four put it back
I appreciate Four because he stepped up to take care of Twilight's stuff. And he found the crystal and disapproved. And then kept taking care of Twi's stuff.
Art and comic and complex well-written relationships by Jojo @linkeduniverse au :DD
obligatory screaming: Woooolllffiiiieeeeee!!!!!!
:)
#numbers are not accurate#I had actually guessed that he would just show up wearing it again but. hadn't voiced it lol. anyways WOLFIE WOLFIE WOLFIE MY BOY#linked universe#linkeduniverse#Lu twilight#Lu four#I was one of the worriers tbc#I knew he put it back but we still hadn't seen it in a while ya know? cause for concern#Lu wolfie#I didn't really edit this first... if I misspoke anything I'm sorry#love to all <333#you are amazing. just don't forget that ok?#:)
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wall-e isn't just a beautiful love story about two robots but it's also a story about having hope for humanity. the humans in the movie have been mollified and fed constant entertainment by the corporation they live on. the minute their screens are turned off they start looking around and realize how beautiful it all is. the captain starts to look into what earth was like and only then begins to learn how much more there is to life. and when the captain sees eve's memories of earth and realizes it's nothing like the green, beautiful world that used to exist, he doesn't give up on it. in another movie, the captain might've decided that since earth wasn't what he thought it was, they shouldn't bother, and then the plot would be about convincing him otherwise. that's not what happens though.
the CEO told the autopilot systems "earth isn't worth saving, stay in space" but the captain of the ship decides so quickly that it is worth saving. he wants things to be better. he wants their future to be more than this.
I literally teared up at the end watching all the humans pass the plant to the front of the ship because they all wanted to get back to earth. humans are not inherently lazy and selfish. every single one of them wanted things to be better. fuck man. I just love stories that focus on the good in humanity and have hope.
#ramblings#anyway can you guys guess what i rewatched tonight#fuck i hadn't seen wall-e in at least a decade i'd forgotten so much of it
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[Context: While talking about how he lost his leg, Pac accidentally says "Felps" instead of "Cell"]
Pac: Felps— no, it was Cellbit. Guys, I got confused, it was a lot of trauma in my life, they bit my leg while I was awake and conscious. At that moment, I passed out, I don't remember if it was Cellbit or Felps, both of them were there.
[ Translation via @TZC_updates ]
#Pactw#Fuga Impossivel#Impossible Escape#Pac#QSMP#September 19 2023#Someone asked me for a clip of him confirming that Felps was there when his leg was eaten#and I realized I hadn't posted a clip of it#Want to get the translation perfect for this one so relying on TZC update's translation#They're fantastic#anyways back to this clip: ow#''I don't know if it was Cellbit or Felps''#''I was awake and conscious''#Pac you rip my heart out#EDIT: I HAVE TRIED TO POST 5 CLIPS IN THE PAST HOUR. WHY IS THIS THE ONLY ONE TUMBLR DECIDED TO POST#Tumblr has a Pac bias just like me I guess#Translated
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