#insert the monk theme song

[soiwatchthestars]

almost every waking thought is just an ocd compulsion and i honestly don't know what to do im losing my mind friends

[the-goddess-of-everything-else]

BLUE EXORCIST CHARACTERS PLAYING DND

RIN

LIKES TO PLAY OFFENSIVE ROLES LIKE PALADINS, FIGHTERS, BUT ALSO LIKES THE OCCASIONAL BARD.

LOVES THE ROLEPLAYING ASPECT BUT IS NOT GOOD AT IT AT ALL (BUT HE TRIES HIS BEST.)

HE REALLY ENJOYS DND, ESPECIALLY PLAYING WITH THE REST OF THE EXWIRES.

AT THE START OF THE CAMPAIGN HE NEVER GETS ANY GOOD ROLLS, AT ALL.

HOWEVER AT THE VERY VITAL MOMENTS HE SUDDENLY ROLLS A NAT 20 AND SAVES THE PARTY'S HIDE.

GET'S A BIT HEATED AND A LITTLE COMPETITIVE BUT NEVER TO A PROBLEM PLAYER LEVEL.

YUKIO

IS STUCK AS THE DM, ALWAYS

NOT THAT HE MINDS, HE DOESNT LIKE BEING A PLAYER AND WHEN HE DOES HE'S STIFF AF.

LIKE WHEN THE ROLEPLAYING PART COMES AROUND HE SEEMS SO APATHETIC ABOUT IT.

BUT WHEN ROLLING HE GETS LIKE, NAT 20'S EVERYTIME.

WHILE THE REST OF THE PARTY FREAKS OUT AT HIS CONSTANT GOOD LUCK HE'S JUST SITTING THERE STONE FACED.

BUT AS DM HE'S ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD, WHILE HE DOESN'T LIKE ACTING OUT CAMPAIGNS HE ACTUALLY CREATES GODLY STORIES.

DOESN'T LIKE HOMEBREW THAT MUCH AND MUCH PREFERS NORMAL DND

ISN'T AFRAID TO KICK OUT PROBLEM PLAYERS

WAS MOST LIKELY DRAGGED INTO DND BY RIN.

SHIEMI

DESPITE HER NATURE SHE LIKES PLAYING OFFENSIVE ROLES, BUT STILL PLAYS A LOT OF SUPPORT (FAVOURITE'S ARE FIGHTER, MONK, DRUID AND CLERIC)

ALWAYS MAKES HER CHARACTER FLOWER THEMED IN SOME ASPECT AND REALLY CUTE DESPITE BEING BULKED IN STRENGTH.

GETS AVERAGE ROLLS

ALWAYS BRINGS HOMEMADE SNACKS FOR EVERYONE AND MAKES SURE EVERYBODY IS COMFORTABLE.

GETS NERVOUS AT ROLEPLAYING BUT EVENTUALLY GETS THE HANG OF IT.

BON

PLAYS AS MONK, ALWAYS, NO MATTER WHAT.

IS VERY SERIOUS ABOUT THE RULES AND READS THE RULEBOOK BEFORE GAME.

ALWAYS TRIES TO GO FOR A LOGICAL DECISION

IS THE ANCHOR OF REALITY FOR THE ENTIRE GROUP.

GETS MORE COMPETITIVE AT THE GAME THAN RIN AND OFTEN GETS INTO SPATS WITH HIM BECAUSE RIN LIKES TO MAKE MORE OUT OF POCKET DECISIONS.

IS GOOD AT ROLEPLAYING AND TRIES HARD TO HELP THE DM (YUKIO) MAKE THE WORLD MORE IMMERSIVE.

SHIMA

ALWAYS PLAYS A BARD TO ""SEDUCE" THE NPC LADIES WITH SONG

BUT WHEN NOT DOING THAT HE ALWAYS PLAYS LIKE A ROGUE TO YUKIO'S CHAGRIN.

HIS CHARACTERS ARE EITHER, EXTREMELY HOT ELVEN PRINCES OR EXTREMELY BUSTY AND INCORRECTLY ANATOMIED LADIES, NO INBETWEENS

ALWAYS TRIES TO FIND NPC WOMEN TO FLIRT WITH.

ROLLS REALLY WELL SO THE PARTY USUALLY HAS TO SIT THERE AND WATCH HIM DO HIS WHOLE ROUTINE.

GODLY AT ROLEPLAYING, LIKE THIS MAN IS PUTTING ALL THE EFFORT IN AND IT'S THE ENTIRE REASON HE HASN'T BEEN KICKED OUT THE GROUP YET.

KONEKOMARU

ALWAYS PLAYS SUPPORT ROLES AND FAVOURS DRUID, BUT ALSO LIKES ARTIFICER, SORCERER AND WIZARD.

IS MOSTLY THERE FOR BON AND SHIMA.

DOESN'T GET GOOD ROLLS OFTEN THOUGH AND FEELS REALLY BAD ABOUT IT.

ALSO ISN'T GOOD AT ROLEPLAYING, BUT LIKE RIN IS ALSO TRYING HIS BEST.

FIGHT SCENES ALWAYS INCLUDE HIM RUNNING AROUND TO HEAL THE PARTY.

TRIES TO CALM RIN AND BON DOWN WHEN THEY GET INTO THEIR FIGHTS

IZUMO

HAS NO PREFERANCE IN CLASS AT ALL AND JUST GOES WITH WHATEVER THE PARTY NEEDS.

SAYS DND IS STUPID BUT IN IZUMO FASHION IS ACTUALLY REALLY INTO IT.

LIKE BON ALSO TAKES IT SERIOUSLY NOT TO HIS EXTENT.

PUTS A LOT OF EFFORT INTO MAKING HER CHARACTERS AND GIVES THEM DEEP LORE, SHE GROWS SO ATTATCHED TO THEM.

PLAYS AS MALE CHARACTERS INSPIRED FROM HER ROMANCE ANIMES A LOT

LEWIN

CASUALLY PLAYS DND A LOT, BUT IS ONE OF THOSE PLAYERS WHO REALLY NEED A SHOWER

MESSILY EATS FOOD ALL OVER THE TABLE

OFTEN PLAYS MAGIC CLASSES BECAUSE HE THINKS ITS COOL

IS VERY LAID BACK ABOUT THE GAME

WHEN SOME MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE APPEARS IN GAME HE WILL BRING UP SOME NICHE FACT AND OR RAMBLE ABOUT IT FOR A WHILE.

CHEATS AT THE GAME USING THE SYLPHS TO MESS WITH THE DICE, HOWEVER YOU'LL NEVER KNOW.

ARTHUR

ALWAYS PLAYS AS SELF INSERTS (NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT) BUT BY SELF INSERT I MEAN ITS JUST HIM. NOT A CHARACTER... JUST... HIM. (PALADIN CLASS. OBVIOUSLY)

PLAYS LAWFUL GOOD RELIGIOUSLY

GETS REALLY INTO THE ROLEPLAYING ASPECT BUT WHEN YOU'RE ROLEPLAYING AS YOURSELF ITS MORE OF AN EGO FANTASY.

WHEN HE ROLLS LOW HE ACCEPTS IT AS A PART OF THE STORY IN A "ALL HEROES HAVE THEIR BAD DAYS" KIND OF WAY.

MEPHISTO

LIKES BEING DM MORE THAN PLAYING, BUT SINCE IM IMAGINING IT WITH HIS SIBLINGS, HE ALWAYS PLAYS BECAUSE HE CANNOT PUT UP WITH LUCIFERS BS AND WOULD START A FIGHT

PLAYS BARD A LOT. NEVER SHUTS UP IN TYPICAL BARD FASHION

ROLLS SUSPICIOUSLY HIGH... BUT I'M SURE THERE'S NO TRICKS INVOLVING THAT.

ALSO GETS REALLY INTO THE CHARACTERS AND THEIR STORIES, IN A MORE SADISTIC WAY LIKE ARTISTS TRAUMATISING THEIR OC'S

LUCIFER

PROBLEM PLAYER, LIKE HOOOOLYY...

GET'S VERY PETTY IF ANOTHER CHARACTER MAKES A DECISION THAT BENEFITS HIS CHARACTER NEGATIVELY

THROWS FITS WHEN NOTHING GOES HIS WAY, THE REST OF THE DEMON KINGS (EXCLUDING MEPHISTO, AZAZEL, BEEL AND MAYBE AMAIMON) BLINDLY FOLLOW THIS MF

MARY SUE CHARACTERS THAT ARE ALWAYS IN THE RIGHT AND ARE ODDLY VERY SIMILAR TO HIM, TOTALLY NO CONNECTION THOUGH.

MAIN CHARACTER SYNDROME

ALWAYS ROLLS NAT 20'S BECAUSE IF HE DOESNT HE WILL THROW A FIT AND TRY TO RESURRECT SATAN, SO THE DM (AZAZEL) HAS TO CHANGE IT EVERYTIME.

AZAZEL

SELF DESIGNATED DM BECAUSE HE'S THE ONLY ONE WILLING TO PUT UP WITH LUCIFERS BULLSHIT AND KNOWING HOW TO BE A DM.

PUTS CARE INTO HIS CAMPAIGN

ENJOYS HOMEBREW AND LIKES EXPERIMENTING WITH HIS OWN LITTLE WORLDS

ON THE VERY RARE OCCASION THAT HE'S NOT DMING HE PLAYS AS MAGIC CLASSES WITH HIS FAVOURITE BEING SORCERER.

IBLIS

ONLY PLAYS BECAUSE EGYN ENJOYS THE GAME.

SHE GLADLY GOES ALONG WITH WHATEVER LUCIFERS DOING CAUSE OF HIERARCHY OR WHATEVER.

SOMEWHAT LIKES THE GAME?

PLAYS AS ROUGE AND LIKES CAUSING AS MUCH CHAOS AND DEVASTATION AS POSSIBLE

EGYN

ACTUALLY REALLY LIKES THE GAME BUT IS AFRAID TO ADMIT IT

VERY GEEKY ABOUT IT BUT HIDES IT A LOT

PLAYS A WIDE VARIETY OF CLASSES

PLAYS VERY LOGICALLY AND PLANS OUT HIS MOVES AND CHARACTER TO AN EXTREME EXTENT

EXTREMELY SERIOUS AND A VERY BIG STICKLER TO THE RULES

ASTAROTH

PLAYS REALLY AGRESSIVELY

THINKS THE GAME IS STUPID.

TRIES TO ROLEPLAY BUT GETS BORED

IDK WHAT TO SAY ABOUT MY G HE'S KIND OF A DICK WHILE PLAYING TBH

BEEZLEBUB

DOESN'T MIND THE GAME, ACTUALLY SEMI LIKES IT.

ALWAYS ROLLS RATHER LOW TO HIS AMUSEMENT.

MAKES HIS CHARACTERS BUG THEMED AND LIKES NAMING THEM AFTER INSECTS

ROLEPLAYS KIND OF ALRIGHT, REALLY JUST DEPENDS ON THE DAY.

AMAIMON

DOESN'T CARE FOR DND. BUT PLAYS ALONG TO FIT IN WITH THE REST OF THE GROUP.

WILL JUST STRAIGHT UP COPY ANOTHER ONE OF HIS SIBLINGS CHARACTERS (PROBABLY MEPHISTO'S) BECAUSE HE HAS NO IDEA HOW TO MAKE ONE.

WILL NOT ROLEPLAY CAUSE HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF IT

WILL INTERACT WITH ANY NPC LIKE HE WOULD NORMALLY (EG. NPC INSULTING HIM, THEY GET DESTROYED IN BATTLE)

[debbeh]

Recap of every Yonderland episode but only until my legs fall asleep and there is no context.

Season 1

Debbie is your run-of-the-mill mother who likes to eat crisps and watch TV. For some reason an Elf appears in her Cupboard and she’s all like wtf, why is there an elf in my cupboard. And Elf is like, wtf I have a name? And the stick he’s holding is like, oi, my names nick. Anyways, Debbie and Elf consult the wise Elders about why she’s here and they’re like, idk ask the oracle and the oracles like, yeah you’re the chosen one or whatever. You gotta like save the place from evil or whatever- oh also your gonna meet some guys named Jon or Robert or something. Debbie’s still like wtf but then she stops a fight between some goofy little guys and everyone’s goin crazy cuz woah! Not klling people? Crazy. And Debbies like bro its just commons sense. I just had to tell these guys to apologize- what are they’re names again? JOHN AND ROBERT!!! (air horn + vine boom) OH SHIT. and then, what’s this? After credit! ITS FUCKING NEGATUS

She wants to figure more about why it is foretold that she has to save Yonderland or whatever so they go to this temple to find a scroll (insert literal lesbian love story that they never talk abt again) and they get a wizard to help. Yada yada yada… they get in the temple but they lose the scroll, oh well. Anyways, hm this Negatus guy sounds pretty nasty huh?

Yoooo Negatus totally burned down a temple and now all the monks are homeless. Negatus sends his demons to hunt down Debbie and the monks. Whats this? The monks can lie now??? Wahoo, Negatus gets yelled at. So sad. 

OMG ITS THE OLYMPICS BUT WITH KISSSSING?????

Debbie misses her kids but the elders are like, oooh we make song for you and make your hair pretty and she’s like ok I guess I’ll stay. 

King what’s his face says he knows where another prophetic scroll is- sike he just wants to bang her- oh no negatus is here! But don’t worry! He has no pants! Negatus gets stabbed in the foot and Debbie learns the value of sharing

Speaking of idiots, Debbie gets kidnapped by a whole town of them! They’re called Ninnies and they wear potato sacks (so sad). This episode is basically The Giver. She teaches them that reading: good and that they shouldn’t be giving Negatus precious diamonds for free. Meanwhile, Negatus, in an attempt to woo his boss, a mysterious shadowey figure, hires a guy named Kenall (the twinkiest twink you’ve ever seen) to cut the diamonds he stole so he can buy an army. Sike, kendall is an idiot. The end

Negatus dresses up as the embodiment of Bo Burnhams's Shit and tricks Debbie into going to his lair. Little does Negatus know, Debbie has friends and ALLLLMMMMOOOOSSTTTT gets Negatus to see the power of friendship but last minutes hes like byeeeee bitches!!! And kidnaps her (this is a common theme). Luckily her friends save her last minute but as she is teleporting out using Nick the stick who is also the portal to her cupboard (I forgot to mention), she sees Negatus’s boss and is like huhhh, you look awful familiar……..

End of season one!!!

Season 2

Negatus buys mech suit to kill debbie, Elders go on lockdown and do a lord of the flies. I love this episode but I DO NOT remember what was important abt this one besides Evil boss lady get mad at Negatus >:(

Debbie goes to a fair and solves a murder mystery, Negatus gets audited.

Knight flirts with Debbie and Debbie teaches him the value of realizing you are geh. 

Ninnies are back but they’re all finance bros but they don’t pay their workers. Debbie helps them fix that so Elders can get pillows.

Debbie finds out that mysterious boss lady is her twin sister!!! Saves Mathew Baynton (AKA gross kangaroo nany) from a gas leak. 

Debbie joins the french revolution

Debbie saves an endangered species with phalic-ass noses.

TRANS HOTAN TRANS HOTAN <3. Big showdwon with evil twin

The end!

Season 3 (last season)

One of the old elders is back and Negatus does not turn into a gross idiot for 10 minutes

Oh no! Old elder is evil and Elders go into hiding, Debbie is framed and they break into their throne room thingy

Nobody trusts debbie but she helps knockoff batman find his true passion in becoming Mr. Cav (Accounting teacher for the 5 of you that are reading this that I don't know in person)

Drag bake off becomes war zone and Negatus gets his feet massaged.

Negatus arrested for writing Dick smellz on a wall. Debbie helps him break out- SO CLOSE TO A CHARACTER REDEMPTION ARC ITS NOT EVEN FUNNy

NEGATUS DO SOME SPYING VERY SILLLY Y GOOFY

Beauty contest but if you’re not pretty you fucking die

Time travel take da pain away. 

Christmas Special!!!

Sike, its called Thanktival here (and there’s 143 days instead of 12). Chompus eat da presents. Negatus redemption arc FINALLY???????? He become santa, insert balls joke x 5. Elders’s kiddos compete in a singing competition and wow everyone with this thing called carols????? Elder Vex wears sweater. Balls joke. Negatus go sleepy in PJs. the end :3

:3

[xxswagcorexx]

tumblr user xxswagcorexx why do you insist on hiding away half your analyses/ramblings in the tags of your posts speak ur truth!!! anyway talk mythology andor symbolism to me whats the significance behind red's cult eating honey? do either of them get any items of power mixed up sometimes but just go whoops and move on like its no big deal? what would an outsider pov on this mess look like "ah that pair of lunatic gods again" bc this is sooo funny to me to imagine

i am . scared of everyone (and plus i don't wanna make the post too long and tags let me ramble without worrying abt length/mention small things without feeling like i need to format it properly ^_^

and uh abt the honey thing. this is where u can see this is Really inspired by greek mythology but basically in greek mythology, honey was seen as food of the gods and would provide gods immortality and whatnot ^_^ anyways i was like "hmmmmmm reddoons core" but also it just really works well. aesthetically for him

(AND GET READY FOR A LONG RAMBLE UNDER THE CUT)

anyways on the topic of the honey thing, i tend to associate red with gold because 1) money and 2) red and gold are a really classic color combo that i love, so honey (sorta) resembling molten gold is just. really aesthetically pleasing to me

and also iirc red wanted to make the byzantine empire in earthbound season 2? and when i came across a video on how to make byzantine honey fritters by tasting history with max miller i was like "omg reddoons core"--and from the video it seems like honey was a bit of a special dessert? in 6:33 of the video, there's a poem about a monk complaining about how the abbots have it a lot better than the monks and they mention that the abbots had 2nd helping of honey fritters so yeah i think its safe to assume honey was a semi-special thing, even if it was common. so uh. yeah. money and reddoons. thumbs up

and for the longest time i have associated bees and honey by rina sawayama with. swagdoons in general and the entire song is about how much the singer loves money and partying even if they're broke as shit LMAO its such a good bop if you like pop i recommend it . anyways ya that just added to the aesthetic in general

(as u can tell most of it was based off of vibes and plus in biased because i like how. warm milk and honey taste and plus i really like the idea of milk being something nurturing and honey being something sweet that is representative of love bc ur being sweet and easing someone into something so. Yeah. just vibes but how i figure out vibes are so specific that its worth explaining i think <- loves romanticizing the mundane) (and there's a sick ass line from the end poem like that) (like "And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love." come ON that line fucks so hard how couldn't i love it)

anyways i think with all of that in mind, red's cult would eat honey as a sign of wealth and comfort/nurturing 4 those reasons ^_^ (i am so sorry for all of that for explaining that i just have lots of Reasons to why i feel something sometimes)

WILDLY OFF TOPIC but u also asked abt items of power getting mixed up, i think it would happen most during worship </3 i think they'd just go to each other and be like "REDDOONS one of your cult members sacrificed blood as a loyalty pact to their partner instead of WAR again. u want it" and red would either let ash keep it or take it so uh. insert them sharing their power with each other here even though their values are usually on increasing ur ego and being on top of the world (CONSIDERING THIS FANDOM LOVES THEMES OF LOYALTY IN A GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL WAY) (SEE WHY I DDNT WANT THEM COMING FROM ANOTHER GOD OR MERGING INTO 1 GOD) (THE IMPLICATIONS ARENT GOOD)

anyways i think ash and red (as gods) and their cults are pretty well known (like how swagdoons r the 2nd most popular ls ship) but LORD if their myths got lost to time they'd be a nightmare to study via texts and scripts in the future. like i can imagine for the LONGEST time historians argue if they were gods that changed during the dark ages because red's name predates ash until they Finally find a myth involving them as 2 different characters and its settled that they're 2 separate gods even though they represent similar-ish things LOL anyways yeah i can imagine more myths of them being found and historians going ??? wtd were these gods <3 hope that answers ur questions anon! :D

[onepunchcatboi]

The Warrior of Light

ARR caps ✦ HW caps ✦ SB caps ✦ ShB caps ✦ EW caps ✦ DT caps

Slowly but surely working on a little website for this boi that I will later link on here, but I thought it'd be good to do a quick landing page-post for him with some fast facts lol

Name: Zorri'to "Kima" Vossu Age: 33 (as of Endwalker) Nameday: July 19 Gender: Non-binary Orientation: Demisexual Height: 5'1" Weight: 120 lbs Alignment: Neutral Good Ancient Name: Nike

Melee: Monk, Ninja, Dragoon Ranged: Dancer Caster: Red Mage Tank: Gunbreaker Healer: Astrologian

Theme Song: Eye of the Storm- ARR-SB Eye of the Storm Reborn- ShB-EW

Relationships Thancred Waters: Brother why art thou like this (affectionate) Urianger Augurelt: Beautiful nerd friend Lyse Hext: Same-brain sister Papalymo Totolymo: The Professor Minlifia Warde: Cinnamon roll too good for this world (cry) Tataru Taru: Den mother of 1000 skills Alphinaud Leveilleur: My incredible son Alisaie Leveilleur: My unbeatable daughter Krile Baldastion: Lovely aunt Estinian Wyrmblood: Adventure buddy G'Raha Tia: Idiot little bother (affectionate)

Romantic Relationship: Y'Shtola Rhul: The Queen, my muse, my mirror, we are opposites, we are the same, I would travel the ends of the world with you, the world may be burning but we will burn brighter to save it

Personality In addition to the living cryptid factor that comes with being the Warrior of Light, Kima is an interesting puzzle when getting to know him. He’s quiet and contemplative but will converse easily enough if you find the right subject. His speech is forward and sometimes insightful, he also cusses like it's a first language. He's never owned more than three books, he can tell you the entire history of the Gyr Abania. He will capture bugs to return outside, he will tear a mans throat out.

While a bit rough around the edges, at his heart he is a kind and sincere person, given to honesty and altruism. He is smart and skilled in trades, but not academically educated. Most of his understanding of aether and the like is through the study of martial arts, so he might not have the right words, but he makes the right connections. He has a fascination with new things and history and loves to learn and explore. He also adores animals and nature, and somewhat frequently runs off on his own to meditate somewhere nice.

He walks with a quiet confidence that comes from both victories and defeats and does not make proud boasts but rather reserved threats, making promises based on past accomplishments. Above all he believes in people and their capacity for good and will try to reach his foe for a peaceful solution if he thinks it possible.

Short History He began life as the second son of a Keeper tribe in the Fringes of Gyr Abania, living on the outskirts of a small village doing their best to keep out of the sight of the Garleans. Like most he knew not his father and for a time his older brother was the only other male of the tribe. Even when not out hunting he was often out exploring, interested particularly in the ruins of the Monk temples left behind after the Mad King’s reign and left to further gather dust after Garlean occupation.

As all Keeper men do, when he came of age he gave to wandering. Eventually he found his way to Ul'dah, were he sought out the Pugilists Guild and came under Hamond’s tutelage. His involvement in Ul’dahs affairs put him in contact with Thancred, and soon after his duties as envoy to General Raubhan, he joined the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Later he returned to to serve the General as well, becoming an Immortal Flame to further the Scions goals. Upon his defeat of the primal Ifrit, he began to be known as the Warrior of Light, the Savior of Eorzea, and many more.

Character Creation Notes

While he began as a sort of self insert/what if Bruce Lee but if cat-boy character, eventually he became his own personality.

Both my girlfriend and I started the game together and somehow flipped the naming conventions of the sun and moon miqote lol So he was originally name Z'orri, and its in a lot of the older screenshots.

For a long time he was renamed to Zorri'to Viryu. But after a while I had realized this meant that his true name was "Viryu", which just never seemed to suit him. Finally after long deliberation he got his final name change lol

[theloniousbach]

THE REST OF THE RUN: PILC MOUTIN HOENIG, SMALL’S JAZZ CLUB, 7-8 APRIL 2023

I saw the second set on the 7th in real time, a welcome moment of jazz while out of town and under pressure. My pensive mood then left me thinking that this was a slightly different PILC MOUTIN HOENIG, with pianist Jean-Michel Pilc a little more subdued. They didn’t flat out roar and Pilc offered more chordal comments on Francois Moutin’s bass excursions. Ari Hoenig was fully himself, but my main gauge of Hoenig-ness is his own wonderful trio with Gadi Lehavi and, often, Ben Tiberio which simply isn’t quite the sports car PMH is. Plus I placed only some of those tunes.

Now it’s true that the first set of the Friday night was also restrained, but at least I recognized (finally) the On Green Dolphin Street opener and then a wonderful The Song Is You. Their forthcoming album is You Are The Song and throughout the run they shared announcement duties (though Pilc is quite impish) emphasizing that it is not Pilc’s band but very non-hierarchical. That’s of course their charm for me and their utter spontaneity. In the middle sets they did in the moment improvised themes for friends/hosts and they/Pilc inserted teases of melodies into other tunes (I have one note that identifies the tune as Monk Themes). There is a jam band spirit as Pilc is like Warren Haynes in hearing such possibilities.

I still like the Cream analogy as they can/do still roar with amazing abilities each to flat out solo hard while listening to one another with the telepathy to turn on a dime. Hence, also the idea that they are a sports car with breathtaking steering control.

The first half of the second Saturday set went deep into Afro Blue into The Song Is You emerging into a Monk (Blue?) into Milestones with an Afro Blue tease in the outro. Quite a half hour. Throughout the run there were proper homages to Miles (All Blues twice as well), Monk, Coltrane, and probably Bill Evans. They celebrate the right trios with the right kind of respect—to take the possibilities they present even further.

The increased emphasis on their collectivity is noteworthy but they are equally irrepressible. For this run, it was Moutin who repeatedly caught my ear. Again, Pilc seemed to be trying to tone it down some and Hoenig is always hearing everyone’s rhythm as well as conceptualizing a few of his own. But Moutin, in the middle, was pulse and harmonic invention while sometimes leading Pilc, often way up the fingerboard. He got the lead on the wonderful modulating bridge of The Song Is You and that blew me away.

Don’t get me wrong Pilc was not shy and they did flat out roar. But they showed yet another side. On to the new album and the next time they come back to Small’s!

[kakusu-shipping]

Overwatch Self-Insert plots

Ah yes, can’t breath, can’t see, perfect time to write down the overarching Multi Universe plot that is my Overwatch Self-Inserts.

This post is gonna be just like my DR SI post from the other day, only without drawings cause all my F/Os from Overwatch are Omnics and I can’t draw and also I’m like 70% blind rn so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

All of my Self-Inserts stem from the same baseline story, and branch off depending on certain plot points. I’ll cut off at branches as necessary. To anyone who cares enough to read, good luck following along. And thankyou.

Before the Omnic Crisis, my family operated a large branch of Omnic engineering and repairs, engineering many of the modern Omnic servant models, and offering near perfect repair services. I was raised in the Omnic crisis, and still mastered Omnic repair and care.

After a peace agreement passed in the USA, my family’s business went under, as the creation of new Omnics was considered illegal. And while they could still run a repair service for Omnics, they grew a hateful bias twords Omnics and refused service to any non-servant Omnics.

I, however, saw my work on Omnic repairs closer to that of a Doctor than a Mechanic. I didn’t agree with my family’s refusal to help Omnics unless they were owned like property. So, I made a plan to leave. (Branch begin)

Option A:

Pack up all I own and head across Country, serving and caring for Omnics I find injusticed.

Upon leaving my home in Kentucky, I traveled West blindly, eventually landing on Route 66, right in the middle of a gang fight.

I’ll admit, I’m short. It’s no surprise the Cowboy styled gang assumed as I was a child. It is surprising, however, that they cared enough to have the large Omnic, BOB, stop attacking to grab me and take me to cover.

When the Gang returned to the hide-out the Omnic had carried me too, I had already finished repairing any bullet wounds he’d taken while running off. I thanked them for saving my life, and apologized for getting in the way. In return I repaired their other injured Omnics as I explained my situation.

Both Ashe and McCree invited me to stay in Deadlocke. I may not have the firepower the rest of the gang had, but my engendering was top notch, and it turns out poor BOB takes a lot of hits.

I was more than happy to find somewhere my skills could be helpful, even if it meant I had to dress like a Cowboy. (End branch)

Option B:

Steal enough money from my family and purchase a plane ticket to the Omnic Monk village in Nepal to learn from Mondatta.

I am shit at directions.

Despite landing in Nepal, and getting very specific instructions on how to get to the Omnic village on the mountain top, I still got lost.

I wasn’t exactly dressed for mountain weather, either, so it’s no wonder I ended up passing out in the snow. I would have died out there if not for the Omnic who found me, Zenyatta.

Upon awaking in the Monk village, I over thanked my savoir, before immediately pleading my case. I wanted to meet Mondatta, and offer him my services. I wanted to do good for Omnics, and assist in any way I could.

Mondatta was very welcoming, even allowing me to stay in his own home. I was the only human in the village, and everyone had questions. I suppose I caused a bit of a stir my first few weeks.

On top of general check-ups and repairs, I also spent much of my time keeping the village clean. And while it took time to learn that spiders are free to build and keep nests in the sanctuary, I eventually settled into the customs.

It wasn’t long before I began to form a crush on the Omnic who saved my life.

Not JUST because he saved my life, mind you. Though yes, originally I may have caught feelings to him for just being my hero, I was willing to allow those feelings to fade over time. But they didn’t. They simply grew.

I watched Zenyatta wander the village in thought, or take walks with Mondatta as the two discussed the deep thoughts. I saw him pull harmless pranks on his brothers and sisters, play with the children from the human village down the mountain. I saw him laugh, and dance, and admire the world around him.

He was so full of life and love. He was so.. cute.

I suppose Brother Mondatta must have caught wind of my feelings, as whenever I needed to go to the village down the mountain for supplies, he would sent Zenyatta with me as some sort of escort. To make sure I wouldn’t get lost of course.

Then, we met Genji.

He arrived at the village the same way I did, passed out in the snow and discovered by Zenyatta.

He stayed with us at first very begrudgingly, he had no where else to go and no money to his name. We set him up above the stable near Town center, so he was close by both Zenyatta and myself.

I nticed very quickly how... poorly made his prosthetics were. His chestplate stabbed into his flesh, nerve wires hung loosely off his head, his legs had knives in them for pete’s sake! He couldn’t even wear a pair of jeans in those!

While examining him for frost bite or other injuries, I carefully brought up the topic of his cyborg body. He was defensive. I let it go.

After I while I noticed he spent more time around Zenyatta, rather than just holed up in his room. He even came with us to the village down the mountain. He still didn’t speak to me much, but I did drag him into a snowball fight against the village kids with me. We got our asses beat, but it was fun.

One day, he came to me, with a piece of paper and a request. He didn’t want to look like this anymore. He asked if I could fix him, make his body feel more.. complete. I was happy to assist.

I took him though every step. We designed and purchased the parts together, I took his measurements and planned a day for his surgery. We were lucky enough to have quiet a few Omnics from the medical field on hand to help with the human parts.

Genji changed after getting his new body. He was happier. He continued learning from Zenyatta, and the three of us spent a lot of free time together. He taught me how to throw a Shuriken, I taught him how to hit a baseball.

Being such close friends, we of course eventually spilled our guts on our crushes... which happened to be the same person. And in true solidarity, we both chose not to take action. If Zenyatta liked one of us back, he’d make the first move. We’d both simply pine together.

To bad Zenyatta assumed Genji and I had feelings for one another, and decided not to throw his own feelings into the mix.

Eventually, Genji returned to Overwatch, and life went on.

When Mondatta died, the village lost a lot of color.

The monks fell quieter. They mourned in silence and went on about their lives, but no one laughed, or joked, or gathered anymore.

I couldn’t stand living in Mondatta’s house anymore, knowing he’d never return, knowing he’d never walk though the door again, knowing I could never hear his wisdom again.

I stopped sleeping. I began to wonder the village late at night until the sun came up. I’d pass out in the flowers in the sanctum, or on the stairs to Genji’s room. I just couldn’t be in that house.

Eventually, Zenyatta caught me wandering at night, cold and exhausted. He invited me to his own home. He made us tea, though he couldn’t drink his own, it made him feel more human to hold the cup in his hands.

I had mentioned in passing all the Omnics in the village had a tune. They’d play it softly while meditating, wither they noticed it or not, and a group of the monks sounded like a beautiful choir.

Zenyatta asked me.. if I remembered Mondatta’s song.

I’m glad he asked me. I was the only one who ever heard Mondatta’s tune, it would have died with him if I’d forgotten.

After that night, I began to live with Zenyatta. The village eventually recovered from Mondatta’s loss, and we were once again smiling, and laughing, and singing.

(Branch begin)

Outcome A:

Zenyatta loves me

(This arc takes place in my Overwatch everyone lives together AU)

A few months later, we celebrated my birthday. The monks weren’t a mortal possession people, so there were no gifts. But we did have a cake, and some silly decorations. Sense most Omnics were made in batch on the same day, they didn’t normally celebrate birthdays, so this was a special occasion.

And while I love the monks, they can get a bit rowdy. After all they’re all in their 20s, they can get rather hyper. I ended up sitting outside with a piece of cake, staring at the stars.

Zenyatta came to join me, with his own slice of cake, despite not being able to eat it. We sat together and watched the stars, we joked. I may have elbowed him and made him drop his cake on accident.

Zenyatta laughed it off, and said he had a confession. He went against the rules, just this once... And got me a birthday present.

You can imagine my surprise when Zen handed me a Pachimari plush doll. Really, I almost cried. To live with the monks I had to leave all of my stuffed animals behind, and I talked constantly about my abandoned comfort teddy back at home. To think he really listened....

I hadn’t planned on confessing my feelings for Zenyatta, I really was going to stick to the pack Genji and I had made but... it was all too sweet. And really, at this point, Zenyatta already knew. He was just waiting for me to say it.

When Genji returned to Nepal, he had one request; For Zenyatta to join Overwatch with him. The newly awakened team needed him, and it was the chance to change the world Zen had been waiting for.

I’d be lying if I said Zenyatta leaving didn’t break my heart a little bit... But I could hold on. He was changing the world.

In the meantime, there was plenty of Zen and Genji themed merchandise to buy.

After nearly two years of being away, Zenyatta and Genji had some time off to return to Nepal. It was only while boarding the plane did Zenyatta learn Overwatch had a Family plan for allowing Partners and family to live on base. So that was exciting news to bring home.

Despite being in Nepal after we got together, Genji was still blissfully unaware that Zenyatta and I had started dating. So you can imagine his surprise when I can sprinting at them as full speed, jumped into Zenyatta’s arms, and kissed him strong on the faceplate.

He was... a little mad I went against our oath. Though Zen took most of the fall by saying he confessed first. So he let it slide, and continued to be my greatest friend.

I end up moving onto the Overwatch base with Zenyatta, and work on Omnic repairs with Brig and Torb. I make a lot of friends living in Overwatch, and getting to spend more time with Zenyatta is always a bonus. (End Branch)

Outcome B:

Zenyatta loves Genji

(This arc takes place in a semi-everyone lives together AU)

When Genji came back to Nepal to ask Zenyatta to join Overwatch, I begged to come along. I couldn’t stand the idea of being left behind, to be unable to help and provide assistance.

Join Overwatch, most of my effort is keeping Genji in working condition, as he refuses to let Angela or Brig look over his armor, even though I gave them copies of the blueprints. He just doesn’t trust anyone else. Angela says he was like this in Blackwatch too, though back then he trusted her at least.

I also spend time learning from Brig and Torb the workings of older Omnic models. Hana even teaches me about her Mech and how it’s put together.

I spend a lot of spare time with the younger group of Overwatch agents; Hana, Brig, Lucio, Junkrat, Lynx17, and Tracer. Mei and Genji also tend to wane in and out of group activities.

On Hana’s birthday, Lucio, Jamie, and I were tasked with keeping her distracted while the rest of the crew sets up a surprise party for her. So, we take Hana out on the town, and let her decide what we do.

We find ourselves in a Casino, with a bet, and a months worth of laundry on the line. We all start with $50, the person with the least amount of money at the end looses.

I take a seat at a Poker table next to an extremely attractive Omnic. Poker was the only gambling game I knew how to play, and while I wasn’t perfect at it, it should be enough to land me in at least third.

The Omnic next to me took interest in the crew I’d slumped in with. He asked questions, and I answered, more focused on my winning streak than what I was saying.

Eventually I had a good enough chunk of change I felt confident in my placement and started to get up, but a robotic hand on my knee stopped me. “One more game” turned into two more games. Then three. Four.

I played till I was out of money, all because Maximilian asked me to stay.

When I went over the amount I had to gamble, the Omnic payed my debt, and took me on a walk. Up some stairs, down a hall, and into his office. He just wanted somewhere more private to chat.

I sat on his lap and we continued to talk, about Overwatch, what I did, his Casino, the expensive chocolates he had, Talon, everything. He was in control of the situation, and I was oblivious.

At the end of the chat, he asked for my number, and I happily gave it to him, already crushing hard on the mysterious Omnic. He promised to call, and hoped to set a date to meet again.

Hana and Lucio were both over the moon excited to hear about this Max guy, and while Jamie was quick to bully me for my attraction to Omnics, he was just as enthusiastic.

Our first date was the classiest restaurant in town, and I was SHOOK. I didn’t own anything NICE. I basically had to beg Jack for a forward on my next paycheck so I could afford a suit. 

Almost every date after was somewhere I never thought I’d be, classy restaurants, extravagant parties, high end movie premiers. And while at first Max was putting forth all this energy to gain an inside man at Overwatch, it slowly turned to a real relationship he put effort into because he really wanted it to work.

It was after my first on the field mission that I really learned who Maximilian was. Brig, Torb, Zenyatta, and I went to Germany to safely scrap the discarded Bastion units. Zenyatta was there to say a final resting prayer for the passing Omnics, I scanned for good parts, and Brig and Torb took the bots apart.

Suddenly, one of the units powered up, and upon sensing human presence, opened fire. I took a majority of the first round, luckily nothing immediately fatal, though I did black out instantly. Brigitte managed to get her shield up before any rounds hit herself or Torbjorn. Zenyatta, being the only one not targeted, took his fellow Omnic out to save our lives.

I was placed on medical leave from Overwatch duties for months. I spent those months at Max’s home, and got most of my care though Talon, mostly Moira.

When my medical leave ended, I didn’t return to Overwatch. I was offered a much safer position with Talon, one Max encouraged me to take, worried for my safety with Overwatch.

I worked as a medic for Talon’s Omnic recruits. I never saw field work, and remained mostly blissfully unaware of what Talon was really plotting. (End Branch)

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

The Siren & The Healer (8)

Natasha Romanoff arc

Chapter 8: The Raven Haired Man

Platonic Natasha x fem!Reader, Loki x fem!Reader (soulmates?)

Theme: With cracks between the most powerful superheroes of the earth, Natasha Romanoff does not find rest when she is assigned on a mission to find the missing pieces of a puzzling power that once nearly got into the hands- rather, tentacles- of Hydra. In order to unearth the pieces, she must dig through her own past and make a decision that might decide the fate of the earth in the coming wars.

Series: Will contain violence, death, destruction, softness, fluff, smut, friendship, and whatnot

Chapter warnings: alcohol, dreams, shock, love, lots of PDA

A/N: This was written a few years ago with an OC in mind so reader has a name but it is a reader insert.

Word Count: Will I ever be able to find love?

MASTERLIST in bio, love

“Identification.”

“Alianovna. I’m here to see your boss.”

The six and a half feet tall muscled giant looked down at the redhead with emotionless eyes, not making an effort to move even his eyelids.

“The boss isn’t in,” he finally huffed out, eyeing you standing behind the assassin.

“Really, Krugo? Do you want to tell your boss you made her wife walk away from right outside her door?”

Natasha could feel your eyes go wide with a muted gasp barely escaping your lungs. “You are-” you tried to hold the excitement within, balancing your voice- “married. Cool! Very cool! Cool cool cool cool cool cool!”

“Boss’ wife had promised me cookies,” Krugo muttered under his breath.

Natasha smirked and you felt the need to come into full view of the bodyguard with a huge box in your hand. “This must be for you then,” you declared, opening the lid to show huge chocolate chip cookies waiting to be devoured.

Krugo watched the bounty intensely before breaking into a smile. “You never forget.”

“Of course not, Krugo,” Natasha acknowledged with a hug for the cute giant, who went ahead and opened the door for her and you to be let in.

“How do you balance your-” you flailed your hands in the air for the shortage of words for what you were experiencing- “work and personal life?”

Natasha kept walking down the dark corridor till she was at the door marked ‘Restricted entrance’, turning the knob to open it for the both of you. “It’s not that hard when you and your partner are in the same line of business,” she put it mildly before directing you to walk inside the room equipped with monitors, recorders, IR boxes and whatnot. And in the midst of it all stood a woman with her arms across the chest and her demeanour that declared she ran the goddamn place without even saying it.

“Rosa,” the assassin greeted her wife with a tone dipped in the morning dew and spread all over the skin with the utmost tenderness by the lover.

Rosa was an entire world in herself from where you stood. Her soft curls ending from the raven hair into golden brown ends framing her face perfectly. Her lips wore a mocha shade- soft and notoriously sexy at the same time- while everything else was bare. She was dressed in a black blouse over blue jeans being complimented by a black leather jacket and for the second time in one day, you were starting to question your orientation.

“Tasha,” Rosa greeted back- her heavy voice a strong declaration in itself- taking a step towards her wife, bringing her hands to settle on her waist before running up her back as she kissed her. You pretended to find a coffee mug on the table interesting to give the wives some privacy till Natasha made introductions.

“Are we adopting her?” Rosa casually spewed while opening beer bottles for the guests. Natasha burst in giggles while you stood there confused.

“I am an adult,” you stressed, “a full-blown adult, in case you didn’t notice.”

“Beer, adult?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I’d prefer something stronger with the kind of day I’ve had.”

Rosa smirked and you could see the same movements that you saw in Natasha when she first had a conversation with you. She was already studying you up and down. “I’m sorry I have to ask because curiosity is killing me. Are you a black widow too?”

Rosa took a sip of her beer while Natasha sat in her wife’s chair and looked at her with her fingers resting on her lips and other hand caressing the beer bottle in her hand- looking like a human struck with love for the very first time.

“I was,” Rosa stated, sitting down on the table, one leg dangling, “but I got out of the system early and made my way through the world till I settled here. For now. Currently, I’m a Detective and a home-made jewellery maker. What about you?”

“I’m supposed to be studying Artificial Intelligence, Data Science and Networks but I’m currently at crossroads with my career decisions and have a couple of nicely suited hitmen chasing me for reason unknown. Your wife says it’s something to do with some ancient weapon that someone might have told me about. But all things ancient- especially the secrets- that I’ve been told about are either violent, racist or incredibly sexist in nature. And none of them mentions any ancient weapons to take out modern Nazis or that creepy guy who keeps calling your wife a...a...what was that word?”

“Rusalka,” Natasha helped, making Rosa’s head whip in her direction with her eyes going wide.

“I thought he was dead!” Natasha shrugged at her wife's reaction.

“Why does he keep calling you a mermaid?” you were genuinely interested in knowing the history there.

“He’s actually calling me a siren when he uses that term,” Natasha mentioned matter-of-factly. Rosa shifted from the table to a chair beside Natasha, taking her arm in her own, letting her fingers entangle slowly to rub away whatever stress she could. “He has always called me that. Ever since we were kids.”

“...because you lured enemies with songs?” You tried to guess.

“Because I was made into a weapon who would lure the enemies with the illusion of becoming what they desired the most. A damsel in distress they could dominate, an invisible records keeper they could blurt out their secrets to, a useless spy they would share their plans with because they had big egos, a lover, a widow, a victim, an object of pleasure, a friend, a keeper. It’s really not that hard to deceive men. I mean, so was every other black widow.”

Your furrowed brows took everything in for those two seconds of silence. “Yeah, the mermaid thing makes sense if every widow was a siren. Mermaids are pretty badass too. On top it a Russian Mermaid? I mean-” you ended the sentence by mimicking an explosion in the head.

Rosa chuckled. “I like her,” she muttered into Natasha’s shoulder before turning to you, “have a drink at the bar. On the house. Tell them my name. And if anyone tries to mess with you tell them they rather mind their business if they don’t want to end up like Damon. They’ll know what it means.”

“Cool!” you exclaimed before going back out into the club, leaving the two lovebirds to finally get some alone time to themselves. Rosa took the opportunity to drag Natasha into the couch with her, wrapping her in her arms and cuddling with her; showering her with kisses till she could feel her wife’s shoulders let go of the stress they had been holding throughout the day.

“Tell me what’s going on, Tasha,” she softly spoke into her ears while Natasha played with Rosa’s hair.

“Whoever Yuri is working with is after Keosha. At first, the theory was that she knows something or has something to do with the weapon Hydra is after. But I’m starting to question that after she saved me from falling debris by just placing her hands under it.”

“What?”

“Yeah! Rosa, she was making chunks of rocks float! When I asked her she said this had happened for the first time. She said she was taught this old Japanese art of healing where the force of the universe is used to heal and protect things. She said when she saw me trapped and about to be hit by the falling ceiling the force worked like an adrenaline rush and she blocked it. Well, the force blocked it. That’s what she kept saying. That she’s just a medium and the force was doing all of it.”

“Weird but okay. Go on.”

“So, Nakia went-oh, she’s-”

“I know who she is. Go on.”

Natasha raised her brows at Rosa, turning her face up a little to be caught off guard by the little peck that came on her forehead. “Nakia talked to her sources and confirmed that there is an existence of monks in Japan who practise this form of healing and are said to take on anyone as a student who is willing to learn. And often in the past, they have experienced a short surge of that...thing to protect people during floods or some catastrophic events. In comparison, what happened today was nothing.”

“Okay. So, if she’s a noob in this healing thing, she won’t be of much use as a weapon to Yuri.”

“Right?”

“Maybe her teacher or someone like that is connected to the weapons?”

“That’s what I’m thinking. The last time the weapon was nearly in Hydra’s hand was in India. Keosha grew up in India till her father moved to Japan with her. Then she was between countries and continents for a while. If they had to come all the way for her, it could mean that the weapon wasn’t that country anymore. Or the person connected to it. And Keosha seems to be the only key.”

Natasha loved the rise of Rosa’s chest when she sighed, the former burying herself in that warmth and closing her eyes. “Looks like you have your work cut out for you, shortcake,” Rosa hummed, stroking those fiery strands to put her love at ease. “Hmm,” Natasha replied, breathing in the familiar scent of cocoa coming from Rosa’s chest, “I do. But for now, I’d rather lay here in your arms.”

.

The club was lit in a golden glow off the walls with a dance floor separated from the bar with a decent sitting arrangement right in the middle that faced the stage for occasional performances. You enjoyed tonight’s performance by someone who went by the name Serena with a Long Island in your hand and another on its way. It was relaxing, the serenade of the sweet voice mixed with whatever incense was burning inside this place to make it smell so good. Wonder what Rosa’s looking for in such a place. 

“Hey, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?”

You had jumped at the voice being so close to you before turning around to see a man leaning on the bar, next to you, almost at the edge of invading your personal space.

“I have one, thanks,” you politely declined, going back to enjoy the performance.

“Come on, sweet cheeks,” the man continued, stepping closer this time to raise all the alarms in your body, “let’s take a corner and get to know each other a little.”

Your brows crinkled hard and turned to face him. “I’m sorry, are you hard of hearing? Or is something wrong with your sight?” The man did not know what to say so you continued. “Are you sure you can hear clearly? Because I just said no. And if that doesn’t suffice, do I look like someone who would be ready to bang the first person she sees in the club?”

The man made incoherent noises like a lost ostrich, not sure what to say. “She’s wearing a Hello Kitty t shirt with baggy jeans to a club, man. How could she not be more obvious?!”

“Yes! Thank you!” you acknowledged the other voice next to you, turning to see a middle aged man with a french goatee and shaded glasses nursing a glass of whiskey on the rocks that were raised in your direction.

“Aren’t you too young to be drinking?” the man shot his head back a little with a shade of confusion as he looked at you. You could not help but notice the expensive blue suit he wore to tell you he wasn’t some low life, unlike the other guy who made himself scarce as soon as the embarrassment hit him.

“Aren’t you too old to be wearing glasses inside a club?” you hit back, raising your glass to clink his.

“No, but seriously,” he continued after taking a sip of his whiskey, “you look too young. Hey, Marvin, did you check her ID? Did you come here alone?”

“Oh my G-”

“What! This isn’t a place for kids. Wait, are you safe? Are you in some kind of danger? Look at me. Look at me. Blink twice if you’re being used by some shady peeps for some shady businesses.”

An eye contest later- which this man lost- you finally spoke. “I’m fine. I’m here with a friend. And I am an adult. So, do you mind if I have my drink in peace?”

He raised his hands in peace and went back to his own drink.

A long satisfying sip later, something started bugging you. “Have we met before?”

“Me?” The man asked just to be sure. “You? I'm sure I would've remembered Hello Kitty."

You kept staring at him till your brain hurt. "Ugh! I swear I feel like I've seen you somewhere. But for some reason, you seem much...younger?"

The man feels his head jolt and his eyes nearly pop out. "You mean I was younger when we met? Allegedly."

"No. I mean when we met, you seemed old and...and wrinkled and definitely tired. Like dead tired."

Before he could say anything, he got caught in your eyes searching for something on his shoulder. "What."

"Is your arm okay?" You poked him over his blazer, making him smack yours away.

"Hey! My arm's okay. Don't touch me!"

"Huh...maybe it was someone else then?" You stared at his arm for a while before giving up. "You don't seem like the type to suit up in some weird funky suit anyways."

The man's back went straight as an arrow. "Okay, listen, young lady. One, no one wears and pulls off suits like me. Two, there hasn't been any mofo born who can do it like me. And three, why are we still talking?"

"Oh, I'm sitting here because you're giving off such a dad vibe that no douchebag has come over to offer me a drink. And you're sitting here because you are waiting for someone that clearly hasn't shown up yet," you concluded, popping a peanut in your mouth before taking a good sip of your Tea.

"Phone Call for you, Mr Stark." The bartender drove a metaphorical sword through the whole conversation with a wireless phone in his hand.

"Looks like you a busy man, Mr Stark. See ya later."

"Hey," the man addressed as Stark called out for you when you left your seat at the bar, "you better not be running into trouble, kid."

You guffawed, trying to hold your stomach to not barf any of the liquor you just had. "Thanks for the advice, dad, but it looks like trouble is kinda my thing now."

With that last salutation, you tried to make your way back to wherever you came from- your drunken brain trying to make sense of the passageways that appeared in front of you.

In those very passageways you tried to make sense of dreams- the ones that reluctantly came to you- and some unrelated memories that somehow always found its way to mingle with the present, no matter where you were, what you were doing; there always seemed to be ghosts of the past revolving around you, questioning your existence.

“Stark,” Your tongue repeated that name, time and again, like some forgotten flavour wanting to be revisited by your brain forcefully. Oh...only if you knew. Only if you knew.

I have to go to the loo. Where the fuck is the fucking loo?! It was a nightmare for two minutes before you finally found the door with the engravings shouting out “female” before you ran in and shut the door behind you and let the dams break as soon as the mirror showed you your sweet face.

You knew it was just the drinks but the feelings inside you poured themselves out, trying to find an outlet they could before they were shut down.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What the fuck is happening?! I never asked for this?! What the fuck is happening?! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh Fuck! Why am I crying? Why am I CRYING?!!”

As if to answer your prayers behind those closed eyes, you saw a green pair of eyes looking straight at you with the intensity of a thousand burning suns. “You are stronger than you give yourself credit for,” they announced in your direction, forcing you to get up and find your way. And so you did.

Turning the knob you barged into that one room you knew was safe.

“WE HAVE TO FIND MY MASTER, NAT! SHE’S IN JAPAN!”

It was one of those moments when- even though you were proud of yourself, you did not want to live anymore, thanks to the peak of drunkenness you were currently swimming in. The flush of heat in your cheek was proof enough to drive you out when you saw Natasha and Rosa busy in...having the time of their life.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry,” you nearly felt yourself cry before bowing to the host and running outside, never remembering Krugo leading you to the VVIP lounge where the Stark guy let you sleep with your head on his lap while he waited for the news on his friend and gently patted you to sleep while constantly cursing himself and calling his girlfriend to ask what to do in case of a drunken kid sleeping in his lap.

.

Loki woke up with a headache- a low compensation for what he had experienced right before he had been tormented into a coma.

“What happened?”

Though the question was a genuine throwback from his end, it irritated the hell out of the sisters who had tried to mend the biggest crises of their lives seconds ago.

“You hit your head and went into a coma” Nebula narrated with ease and patience fit for a storyteller of the ancient times. “Here, drink this,” she offered him some water.

Loki, reluctant to be deceived by any more mind tricks, observed the water in Nebula’s hands before being convinced it was safe to drink.

“Why are we even helping him?” Loki heard Gamora utter those words before being given a judgmental stare by her sister to quiet down and let her take the lead.

“Are you alright?” the younger one asked the God with genuine concern in those beady eyes as she wiped away the blood from the wound slowly healing in Loki’ head.

Loki did not give a convincing answer before drowning- once again- in the maze of the leftover chaotic flashbacks he was witnessing of some life unknown- something different to his own existence before he regained control of his presence; his true present.

“I’m fine,” he finally blurted out, his hands still grasping onto the metal rod in the ship that was helping him maintain his equilibrium. “Where’s the loo?”

Even though it was satisfying for the entire spaceship for the moment, it wasn’t sufficient for him. He walked with a pretentious walk towards the loo before locking the door behind him as he tried to balance his mind. His fingers was digging into his temple while he was trying to get to the root of whatever he had been witnessing- the incoherent cries, tumbling buildings, fast-paced heartbeats, chaos and whatnot till he was focused on those y/e/c eyes reflecting the cheap lights of some shady dancefloor till they were mixed in them, dancing and mingling with them right till the second a heavy voice rang in your ears. “We have to get you to a safe place.” If it weren’t for the emergency, Loki’s subconscious was sure of having already mingled with the sweet poison that was those eyes and be lost in them.

.

You were sure you had cried. Cried while Natasha and Rosa tried to get you out of the club and to the plane waiting for you by the edge of the city, You were pretty sure Aneka wanted to throw you out of the jet if weren’t for Natasha and Nakia holding her back, asking you to drink water after every thirty minutes.

“Where are we going?” Your teary, subconscious state asked Nakia.

“Japan,” she answered before she was content that you had ample amount of water and that Aneka was at a considerable distance from you as possible. For now.

“Who is that guy with that long, black, sexy hair?” you asked a genuinely confused Natasha.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about sweetie” were the last words you heard before slumber took over everything in this dark world.

[louderthanthedj]

HOPE GALLANT CHARACTER PROFILE – MUSIC EDITION  ♪

For many of us music is a source of inspiration for our characters, so I want to know what songs inspire and/or relate to your muse! Chose between 10-15 songs, compile them into an album and tag some friends to share the beat!

I’m taking a spin on this that involves posting my Hope Gallant class playlist, aka the songs included I consider my theme songs but they’re all what I think of for each battle class, with very little meaning beyond that. I may post a more comprehensive one eventually. Also because @pugsleybro really wants me to post this

White Mage - Homemade Valentine / Children 18:3

Astrologian - Stars Are Aligned / Darlia

Scholar - Hydrogenuine / USS

Summoner - Anti-Venom / USS

Black Mage - A Gentlemen's Coup / Rise Against

Red Mage - La Di Da / Vukovi

Bard - Popstar / Youth Killed It

Machinist - My Friend John / The Fratellis

Dancer - Boomerang OR When I See You Dance With Another / Royal Republic

Ninja - Renegades / Feeder

Dragoon - Cannibal / Silversun Pickups

Monk - Headrush / Zebrahead

Samurai - You Think I Ain’t Worth A Dollar, But I Feel Like A Millionaire / Queens of the Stone Age

Paladin - 1234 / Emigrate feat. Ben Kowalewicz

Warrior - Still Swingin’ / Papa Roach

Dark Knight - Beasts / Max Raptor

Gunbreaker - Break Something / Anti-Flag

Blue Mage - Hey Hey, My My (Into the Black) / Billy Talent

Haha get it Scholar and Summoner are the only ones by the same band

Wish I could put more Billy Talent on this playlist rather than a “featured” and a cover on a fake class but I tried very hard not to. I’ve mentioned it before, Hope is a self-insert, most of these are just some of my favorite songs

Stolen from @gatheredfates​ , thanks for giving me reason to finally post this

Edit: IMPORTANT NON-CLASS SPECIFIC HONORABLE MENTIONS

The Weapon - Rush

Charger - Gorillaz feat. Grace Jones

This Is Our War - Billy Talent 

Intro/Chamber the Cartridge - Rise Against

Neon Wound - Silversun Pickups

[valentinesparda]

mortal kombat oc / self insert ask meme

idk if i have seen anyone do this but im curious if anyone else in the community has ocs or self inserts for mortal kombat, and while i was bored at work i decided to be the one to do it (because i started thinkin about interactions between my insert azazel and other kombatants).

please remember to use reblog karma when reblogging from the person before you so everyone gets questions!! :3

are they from outworld, earthrealm, netherrealm, or somewhere else entirely? if they aren't human, what race are they?

do they have a gimmick or theme? (johnny cage is an actor, liu kang is a 'chosen one' shaolin monk, d'vorah is....d'vorah)

what is their aesthetic? post or link a moodboard or pinterest board.

what about a theme song or playlist?

do they wield a weapon or are they strictly hand to hand? what about their powers? also if their fighting style is based on a real world fighting style, feel free to mention it!

how about we learn their fatalities? if they have names, what they do, etc. hell, if you have a button combo to go with it, add that!

why are they a part of the tournament? is it to protect their home or someone they love?

what faction are they a part of? any previous affiliations?

any relationships with other kombatants? can be romantic or otherwise, but surely they have some friends!

how would you describe their look? or maybe you've drawn them before, if so, show us!

maybe you could give us some character intros and interactions? the person asking can send in specific characters to go with this and narrow it down.

anything of importance that wasn't specified in this meme that you feel people would find interesting?

i hope i didn't miss anything....

also feel free to tag me in your answers!! i'd love to meet more people who have MK ocs because i've been a fan of this series for as long as i can remember.

go wild!! 💙💙

[shenanigumi]

Do you have DnD Headcanons for the bachelors? Though I don't personally see all of them being into the game, in a situation where they did play it what classes/races do you think they'd be interested in playing? Or if they'd rather be the DM than play. (+bonus points for potential backstories for their characters/ if they'd bother to come up with anything intricate or not. But you don't have to)

There are two things that always surprise people when I reveal them, and they are that despite my set of interests, I don’t watch [most] anime and I don’t play D&D. That said, one or two of my friends are DMs, so I’ve heard a lot through the grapevine (and happen to have some V3.5 core handbooks), so… my data’s a little outdated, but I’ll do my best. It’s not going to be as detailed as I’d like it to be, but here’s a super-basic rundown:

Hijikata the human fighter, true neutral, because he’s not sure which way he wants to play his character yet. He’s more invested in trying to herd the cats that are the rest of the group than in creating his character, so he doesn’t spend much time on the process.

Okita the half-elven rogue, chaotic neutral, because being good is no damn fun. Of course, as the others pointed out, he basically made a character who was no different from him. His defense was essentially that he was his own favorite character, so that works fine.

Saito the human monk, lawful neutral. He chose the class because he wanted to try his hand at playing a character with similar values, but without the sword.

Heisuke the human sorcerer, chaotic good. Nagakura jokes that he should’ve been a gnome or halfling or at least dwarf, but Heisuke flatly refused. He spent a long time trying to figure out what he wanted his character to be before finally saying fuck it, maybe magic could be fun.

Harada the human paladin, neutral good. He was a little skeptical about the whole “sponsored by a deity” idea at first, but he eventually decided that chivalry was Worth It™ and proceeded to get a little too in-character telling everyone else what godless heathens they were compared to him, just for… fun…?

Nagakura the half-orc barbarian, chaotic good. Harada joked that he was basically a half-orc already, so Nagakura took that as a challenge. Out of everyone, surprisingly, he poured the most effort into creating a living, breathing character, though Heisuke teases him that it’s because Sano-san was right and he’s already his character. (A common theme among this group.)

Sanan the elven wizard, true neutral. He’s one of those people who conspires with the DM about character arcs way, way in advance, and may or may not have plotted out an intricate plan involving his character temporarily turning evil, since that kind of thing seems to fascinate him. Hell, he might eventually take over the damn campaign and just become the DM when this one inevitably gets tired of this group’s shenanigans.

Yamazaki the halfling rogue, lawful neutral, for reasons that didn’t have to be quite so pragmatic (are we sure Yamazaki knows what a game is?). A rogue is basically the D&D version of his actual job, anyway, and being half the size of a human would certainly help on stealth missions.

Iba the human ranger, lawful good. He’s not especially acquainted with nature, but he’s always wanted to be, and he also likes the idea of being intimately acquainted with a certain brand of dangerous enemy and dedicating his life to eliminating them. It’s a bit of an allegory in his eyes.

Souma the dwarven fighter, neutral good. His rationale is mostly that dwarves are strong and have strong hearts too, and that’s what he aspires to be like someday.

Sakamoto the gnomish bard, chaotic neutral. Even in this life, he loves him some wine, women, and song, so he’ll be damned if any alter ego of his is any more stuffy, even if it’s just a game.

Kazama, that one lawful evil asshole who initially wants to play some non-playable, OP-as-fuck race. When the DM finally compromises and lets him play a dragonborn, he proceeds to make him basically a self-insert. He toyed with having him be a sorcerer, but the DM encouraged him to be a normal fighter in an attempt to nerf him at least a little.

[shewasanamericangirl]

kamen rider super-1 review

i’m sure you’ve all heard of the “joe odagiri effect”, named for the protagonist of 2000′s kamen rider kuuga. well, just because the term got its name from a heisei rider doesn’t mean it wasn’t something toei was well aware of and banking on as early as 20 years before.

not only did super-1′s face actor shunsuke takasugi get plenty of fanservicey footage and female attention, he achieved infamy in 2013 for scamming his fangirls out of millions of yen under false pretenses. that right there is the power of kamen rider sex appeal--as well as a truly disgusting case of a tokusatsu hero who failed to learn the moral lessons of tokusatsu, and indeed, who lived long enough to become a real-life villain.

now that the ugly part is out of the way, let’s talk about the show itself.

i really want to be positive about this but man, super-1 didn’t age well. obviously 1980 didn’t have anything like the super shiny visual effects we’re spoiled with by modern tokusatsu series, but super-1 was pretty recognizably low-budget and not all that well written either.

plot: the premise, while kind of goofy, endearingly brings to mind the kind of story idea an excited small child would come up with (not a bad thing!). kazuya oki, an orphan brought up in a high-tech american science lab, volunteers to be the test subject for their project to develop a cyborg kamen rider specialized for space exploration. not long after his body is remodeled, however, a monster and a bunch of androids attack and destroy the lab. unable to transform into his rider form without the help of the lab’s equipment, kazuya does the logical thing and travels to japan to spend six months training as a shaolin monk. but hey, it works! then kazuya goes to hang out at a motorcycle shop run by tani, a man who apparently knew his parents. i found it interesting that kazuya volunteered to receive his abilities, and that he had to train to develop the ability to transform.

...and from then on out, it’s monster of the week. the first half of super-1 has a special focus on martial arts, while the second goes more into introducing new ally characters who do detective work to help out super-1. a couple times the first half attempts heartfelt plotlines and relatable villains, but they all end the same way: with the obligatory flying kick and explosion. episode 22 stood out as having a decent emotional plot, at least. the second half of the series, on the other hand, distinguishes itself more with its absurd monsters and inter-villain drama, and its most memorable episodes are the ones featuring monsters and gambits too silly to forget.

characters: yknow, in the first half of super-1, i actually got attached to the silly-looking robot mooks more than anything else; i liked the bwooping noises the dogma fighters made, and the hilariously casual robot gore and dummy-based violence they suffered each episode.

however, that’s, um...in absence of any really engaging characters. kazuya’s bland. his monk buddies are generic. the rest are either comic relief or just more blandness. in the second half, the junior rider squad (an amateur detective club of super-1 fans) forms, and super-1 faces off against the new villainous group, jin dogma...which has nothing to do with the original dogma other than having reprogrammed their mooks. jin dogma has a bit of saucy infighting that reminded me of the vyram from choujin sentai jetman, but if you want fun villains with drama, jetman and toQger do it better.

honestly, masaru from the junior rider squad is the only motherfucker on this whole show who can handle me. poor little dude is smarter than he looks, but generally just gets picked on by the rest of the kids. can be hilariously deadpan at times. i’m tickled by the thought that this widdle baby here must be like in his mid-40′s by now.

music: the opening theme is a catchy and fun earworm. the ending themes are okay. insert songs, no big deal. incidentals, hit and miss.

choreography: some of it’s good, some of it’s awful. the more realistic martial arts techniques are cool, and some of the goofy weapons used in the second half are fun. (the episode where most of the fighting involves ladders was awesome!) super-1′s bouncing and midair twirling before he kicks...rule of cool i guess? most lulzily awkward is the many instances of obvious dolls getting the shit beaten out of them. super-1 does not look strong for beating up what’s effectively a man-sized sock monkey...more suit actors/stuntmen must’ve been outside budget constraints.

visuals: the main reason i chose super-1 to watch was that his suit looked cool. it does! but most other costumes are pretty miserable--especially with the preponderance of dogma/jin dogma monsters who only have distinguishing features on the top half of their bodies and just wear plain tights and boots on the bottom half. at least harumi and masako, the designated cute girls of the series, get some cute clothing to wear, and the fit of kazuya’s pants tends to be, um, flattering.

visual effects are pretty lame. i really don’t know enough about this stuff to tell how much of that is because it was 1980 and how much is because this show was made on the cheap.

all told, i’m not recommending super-1. i’m sure it was great to watch way back when as a japanese kid in 1980 with not much else on tv, but anyone watching it now is going to have a wide selection of past tokusatsu series to choose from, and super-1 just doesn’t have anything that other series haven’t done better. i’m glad i watched, though, because i really wanted (and still want) to learn more of what showa rider series were like.

if i pick up another showa rider series, i’m thinking of stronger or x, since they look like they have some awesome monsters. but for now, the next series i plan to watch is OOO! it looks like another fun and colorful series, and i was psyched to find out that the lead writer is yasuko kobayashi of ryuki and toQger, both series i loved to bits!

[but-the-library-of-alexandria]

dnd characters I’ll never use: player or npcs

I already shared this with my dnd playing friends but I’ll put them here too to spread the love far and wide. Disclaimer: I’m not at all experienced with dnd, these are all largely based on fun character ideas and not very rooted in stats, class stuff or tactics. Genders are of course always arbitrary and interchangeable.

Before she was a party member, she was a store clerk. Worked at a soul-sucking supermarket. Has very high persuasion, charisma and constitution. Why? Dude, she’s worked in customer service. She had to pretend to be friendly while putting up the with the worst humanity can offer. War is nothing. She’s being dragged along on this quest, but is largely apathetic. Her job has crushed her spark for good. True neutral. A bard? Maybe? It makes sense that she went to music school and ended up with a retail career.

A paladin/knight who thinks he’s Don Quixote - naive and good-hearted, a classic white knight who wants to rescue all the damsels and ride all the noble steeds. The drawback is that he’s a complete idiot. Very low wisdom and intelligence. Good combat stats, and amusingly high charisma. Probably a noble. Very green. Lawful good to the max.

A fine lady who is extremely posh, quite elderly. Lost her rich husband recently. Probably owns a poodle called Wetherby. Wields the biggest, most vicious giant axe you’ve ever seen. It’s called Verity. She is, in fact, a barbarian. Lawful neutral.

(Based on a tumblr post) This character is secretly just two gnomes stacked in a trench coat. Nobody but the DM must know. Try to keep up the facade for as long as possible. Why are they doing this stunt? Literally just fee evasion. It’s cheaper to pay for one human with very short arms than two gnomes. Obviously chaotic, neutral or good. Maybe each is a bit different.

An ex-schoolteacher who becomes the group mother. Literally. She calls the party her ‘children’. A bard, Sound-of-Music style? Or a cleric. Very patronising in the way she speaks. However, much liked. An all-rounder. Lawful good. Might make a good patron-type npc.

A bard who literally thinks life is a musical. Always singing; speaks only in song, or if she does speak, it’s in a disney-like tone - strong Giselle from enchanted vibes. Terrible stealth modifiers, because she does her own theme music like Kronk. She and the above paladin knight fall in love instantly. Nobody has ever understood either of them until now. They will definitely insist on romantic duets and a giant fancy wedding, despite not really knowing each other. Noble background; an ex actress. Lawful good.

Someone otherwise useful and skillful, perhaps a rogue or a fighter, who has a weakness of instantly falling in lust with any villain they encounter. They just have a thing for the bad guys/girls. Chaotic good, or lawful neutral.

A character who can’t seem to talk without mentioning her boyfriend, Freddie: ‘it’s just like Freddie, my boyfriend, said the other day… Back in the city, where I met my boyfriend, Freddie… damn, this monster is so tough even Freddie, my boyfriend, might not be able to kill it!’ Freddie does not, as it turns out, exist. After this is disclosed, the question is - was she lying? Does she actually think Freddie is real? Is she crazy? Or did Freddie exist, once, and some magical weirdness is going on? Who knows. The poor girl - probably a cleric or someone religiously magical - clearly has some mental shit to deal with.

A mage or sorcerer who performs magic in the style of irl kids’ magicians. They don’t actually believe in magic, and keep insisting it’s all just clever tricks and illusions. Idk enough about the magic-type classes to decide which one this would suit best - maybe a book-learned character, who thinks their entire education system was just really in-character with the whole ‘real magic’ thing. A wizard? Very lawful - so lawful they can’t conceive of a force as irrational and physics-defying as magic. Probably good.

A character who is the butler of another party member - jeeves-style, long-suffering and ever efficient. His most common line is “*sigh* very good, sir/ma’am.” It would be cool if he was a monk class character - maybe coming from a kind of ‘training temple’ for butlers, Artemis Fowl style. Has the patience of a god, the combat skills of a champion street-fighter, and makes excellent tea. Might be a good player character for someone who’s new to dnd and is coming with a friend - or rather, a good character for someone who is experienced and is bringing an inexperienced friend, whose butler they could be. The butler could then advise and cover for their inexperienced ‘master’.

A variation on the above: a character travelling with their fussy, overbearing mother or father, another obviously good one for a friend to teach their inexperienced new friend how to play.

A religious character, probably a cleric or paladin, who has an element of the creationist fangirl-religious Christianity of the midwest to her. Speaks in a texas drawl. She wears a shirt that says ‘what would [insert name of deity here] do?’ and is always singing the praises of their lord/lady and saviour, trying to convert people and reminding everyone of various rules from their holy book. Lawful neutral, because she follows the rules of the faith no matter how immoral they may be. Often burst into hymns. Everything good that happens, it was the lord’s blessing. Everything bad, it was punishment for some obscure sin. Probably had a rough background and found and adhered to this faith later in life, as a kind of religious rebirth - maybe to escape a criminal past…?

A character who is a child but has all the skill in certain areas of an adult. Very creepy, Wednesday Addams vibes. Talks like a grown up. Dark and cynical. Always underestimated. Probably a sorcerer. Neutral or maybe a tad evil. Maybe could be a halfling or something, to implement that small-cute-person stealth bonus. Occasionally takes on the performance of being a normal little girl to manipulate NPCs - fake crying to get to the front of a queue, etc.

Two PCs who are long lost siblings. The DM and the two players know this. No other players and none of the characters know - including the two characters who are related. One or both of them may know they have a lost sibling, but it is only in the course of the game that they find out who they are to each other. I feel like this would be most interesting if they were of a non human species, and of very different backgrounds and classes, and maybe different alignments.

A character who is joining the party as a tourist. He has now retired from adventuring in his homeland and travels around other lands, getting the ‘authentic local experience’ by tagging onto other people’s quests. If you’re in a steampunk-y setting or your DM will let you homebrew it a bit, it would be great if he had some kind of camera and was always snapping pictures at inappropriate times. It would be even better if some of these pictures ending up being vitally useful later in the game. Probably neutral good, probably something pretty low-key class wise. Could be joined by a tour-guide type PC.

A variation on the above: a young character who is trying to break into the adventuring career market and is tagging along on work experience, always taking notes. This might be a good one for a new and inexperienced player to help them learn without compromising their characterisation. Neutral good, any class really.

A member of a certain race who is convinced they are of another race, probably due to adoption, and will attack anyone who tries to correct her, like Ellie in ice age 2. The more physically different her ‘real’ race and her ‘adopted’ race are, the better. A warrior type, hot headed. Chaotic something. Maybe even a barbarian. Someone you would be too scared to contradict.

A case of mistaken identity - the party assume this character is someone, but later it is revealed that they are in fact just a delivery boy or a maidservant. There was a mix up, they were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and when the party mistook them for a powerful ally they were planning to meet, they were too awkward to correct them so they just went with it. The party shouldn’t know they aren’t who they say they are until the person reveals it, either by making enough mistakes and confessing or by being outed by someone else. An NPC or a player. Probably chaotic good. Definitely a people pleaser. Poor kid.

A ‘male’ character who is actually a woman wearing a fake moustache. She had to fake her gender to get into a prestigious all male institution - maybe a cleric or paladin, or a wizard at wizard school. Definitely a con-woman type background. Intensely good persuasion modifier so that people genuinely believe she is a man as soon as the moustache goes on. Other players may or may not know her real gender from the start. Chaotic good.

An adventuring couple who have decided to spend their honeymoon, or second honeymoon, fighting and killing with the rest of the party. Fighters or another physical-combat-heavy class. Good. Full of romantic stories about people they beheaded together and times they almost died together. Bonus points if they have, are having or have had an adventuring child too - the kind who was already wielding a tiny knife in the cradle. Good for couples who play together, and good if one partner is just teaching the other to play, so they can stick together and help them.

A druid who has spent her last ten years in animal form. She has now almost forgotten how to be a person. Still forgets she isn’t an animal sometimes. Lots of animalistic mannerisms and slip ups - trying to fly, using the wrong body language, etc. She’s just very frazzled by everything right now, so please just go easy on her, okay? She’s trying her best to readjust.

A pirate woman who sailed with an all-female pirate crew on a ship with a massively misandristic name. She’s almost definitely gay and very much a bitch to men. Sailor-pirate background, probably a simple fighter, chaotic neutral af. Bonus points if she was the captain. Double bonus points if she was the captain because she engineered a mutiny and is now constantly afraid of finding her jilted ex captain (and possibly also her ex lover) hot on her heels. More bonus points if she is a very butch, bearded dwarf lady.

Champion athlete who turned their particular sporting prowess to a life of adventure, because of some event that befell them - maybe a medal winning runner’s hometown was sacked, and their swiftness allowed them to save forty children before the fires reached the school. Or maybe a record-breaking swimmer was the sole survivor of a flood that wiped out their people and now they have to get by on nothing but their wits and their abnormally massive deltoids. Obviously good stats relating to their sport. Class will depend on the sport too. You could get really creative with sports lauded amongst different races, eg. a dragonborn who was the world champion at distance fire-breathing.

(Based in a tumblr post) A bard whose main attack is Vicious Mockery. Super chaotic neutral, they focus on almost nothing else, just developing this one skill until they can practically just kill with a single insult. Their main driving motivation or goal is to eventually find a certain person - maybe a powerful and abusive parent figure or a hated tyrant, someone who did evil to them or their people - and just fucking obliterate them with the perfect, all-destroying insult, which they hope to have composed by the time they meet this person.

The youngest son of a king or ruler with like twelve children, so far from inheriting the throne nobody knew what to do with him and he ended up being tossed from institution to institution, being kicked out and kicked out until he joined the current party (or an institution the party are working with if he’s an NPC). He’s pretty dumb, with no education, essentially raised by castle servants and never learning a thing about politics. Probably a fighter. Low intelligence, good alignment. All is well, until, uh oh, all his twelve brothers die at once and he is suddenly expected to be king. What do? Help me, more intelligent party members!

[gh0stfactory]

I was tagged by @random-jot. Thanks lol.

Rules are standard. Answer questions and tag 10 blogs you want to know more about!

Born: 5th of July 1996

Current time: 04:45

Last drink: Cherryade

Easiest person to talk to: Girlfriend, some online friends (you know who you are)... me?

Favourite song: Monk Maz Koshia's theme from BotW. ❤

Grossest memory: *shrugs*

Horror yes or horror no: Usually no.

Jealous of people: For not being me? Yeah.

Ke$ha: I forgot she existed tbh.

Love at first sight or should I walk by again: if you mean to me, definitely walk by again. Anyone else, eh. Sometimes.

Person you last called: No one I remember. I hate calling.

Question you’re always asked: Buckle up, boys...

"Were you related to Bruce Forsyth?"

"Is your last name Twist?"

"What are you doing?"

"[Insert question about Zelda timeline here]"

"Why is there a being from another dimension who wants to kill us all in your room?"

Time you woke up: Heck do I know.

Underwear colour: red/black.

Vacation destination: Japan, US, Spain... my room...

X-rays: Sprained my wrist a few years back. First time I injured myself badly enough to worry if I broke a bone. I asked for them when they were done thinking they'd deliver to my door. Never knew the answer but hey, it healed within a few days so eh.

Favourite food: Anything unhealthy.

Zodiac sign: Cancer. Like the rest of me.

I tag 😉:  No one cause I'm lazy. Sorry lol.



Please don’t feel obliged to do this, if you don’t want to or don’t have time.

[stormyrecords-blog]

new arrivals 8-9-17

this week's tunes at noon is pretty special - Michael Malis trio with Jaribu Shahid from the legendary Griot Galaxy on bass - and it's free!! free music in the park in downtown dearborn. music starts at noon on thursday - don't be late!!! you don't want to miss this one!! items in stock thursday aug 9th,  2017

please pardon our rush on this promotion - the mogwai promotion does not start until aug 22nd. we will have these cool seven inches with coupons available on that date. thank you for your patience.  MOGWAI Party in the Dark seven inch $2.00this is a special coupon to get $2 off the full length new MOGWAI lp that comes out in early September. limit one per customer, you can buy this record, hear som eof the new lp, and then use the coupon inside for $2 off the full length when it is released on september 9th 2017. what a fun promotion!!  we will have the full length lp and box set for the release date in early sept. LOCKWOOD, ANNEATiger Balm / Amazonia Dreaming / Immersion  LP  $31.99Black Truffle presents a new issue of Annea Lockwood's classic 1970 tape piece "Tiger Balm", unavailable on vinyl for over thirty years, accompanied by two exquisite unreleased works for percussion and voice. 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Listen in the Dark and soak up the Fat. SUN RA & HIS ARKESTRAMy Way Is The Spaceways  LP  $18.992017 repress. "Fourth volume of spoken word wisdom -- direct from Saturn! The Music Is Like A Mirror / My Way Is The Spaceways / The Music Is A Sound Image / Music Is A Vibration" GALACTIC EXPLORERSEpitaph For Venus  CD  $17.99Mental Experience present a reissue of Galactic Explorers' Epitaph For Venus. Another album from the Pyramid label shrouded in mystery and produced by Toby Robinson in Cologne, circa 1974. Kosmische and head sounds with plenty of Minimoog, analog synths/keyboards, effects, loops, tape manipulation, treated percussions, etc., courtesy of Galactic Explorers, an electronic, minimal, ambient krautrock trio featuring Reinhard Karwatky (Dzyan). Take a trip to the inner regions of your mind, see ancient solar systems forming, and listen to cosmic winds and vibrations while sine waves of pure bliss will give you total peace of mind. RIYL: Terry Riley, Popol Vuh, Sand, Peter Michael Hamel, Tangerine Dream, Baba Yaga, Cluster, Cozmic Corridors, Brainticket. 24-bit domain remaster from the original tapes; Insert with liner notes by Alan Freeman, head boss at Ultima Thule and author of The Crack In The Cosmic Egg (1996). AREL, BULENTElectronic Music 1960-1973   LP  $24.992017 repress; LP version. Bülent Arel's (1919-1990) work occupies a special place in the history of electronic music, with one thing being certain: Arel's work is still fresh, groundbreaking, and it always look outs for the next adventure in sound. Sub Rosa present a collection of his works here as part of their Early Electronic series. Bülent Arel was a Turkish-born American composer of electronic and contemporary classical music. He was also a devoted teacher, a sculptor, and a painter. From 1940 to 1947, Arel studied composition, piano, and 20th century classical music at the Ankara Conservatory. In 1959, Arel came to the US on a grant by the Rockefeller Foundation to work at the Columbia-Princeton Electronic Music Center. By that time the center had just started out under its director Vladimir Ussachevsky. During Arel's work in Princeton he also met Edgard Varèse, with whom in 1962 he worked on the electronic sections of Varèse's Déserts. Frank Zappa lists Arel as a key influence. Today's electronic music - whether it is Autechre's Confield (2001), Aphex Twin's Selected Ambient Works Vol. II (1999), or Squarepusher's Do You Know Squarepusher (2001) - builds upon a solid foundation which Bülent Arel helped to pave. Wire #403: Sept. 2017 MAG   $10.50"Lichens, 21st century polymath Robert Aubrey Lowe talks patching up modular synths, vocalising doom metal, and acting the part. Meanwhile, inside the issue... Peter King, New Zealand lathe cutter to the likes of The Dead C, Lee Ranaldo, Acid Mothers Temple, and No-Neck Blues Band. A report on composers who require musicians to throw their bodies as well as their souls into their performances, including Michael Baldwin, Celeste Oram, Louis d'Heudieres, Alwynne Pritchard and others. Plus: Invisible Jukebox: Sparks; Epiphanies: Maggi Payne; Inner Sleeve: Ryoko Akama; Global Ear: Algarve; Unofficial Channels: Pop Not Slop." HIRO KONELove Is The Capital  LP  $18.99"Love Is The Capital the debut LP by Hiro Kone, the recording alias of Nicky Mao. The album is a follow-up to the incredibly well received Fallen Angels cassette, bringing with it some of Mao's most emotionally and politically driven work yet. It is Hiro Kone's long coming opus, examining a number of all-too-relevant themes: capital, the state, egoism, anxiety, and steadfast optimism. The eight songs on Love Is The Capital highlight Mao's austere, politicized techno battling for the greater good. Songs are visceral meditations of rhythm, noise, and melody in the vein of Pan Sonic, Chris & Cosey, Muslimgauze, and Kangding Ray. The sounds were often recorded in scenes of isolation, whether physically or emotionally. 'Infinite Regress' was during a trek with RLoveoxy Farman (Wetware) up to the sleepy, upstate NY town of Palenville. There, frozen in a cabin with the most DIY of recording booths, Mao recorded Roxy's vocals and what would be the track that would put into motion the entire album. 'Less Than Two Seconds' was written in a single afternoon in late December 2015 when it was revealed that the grand jury had declined to indict the police officer who shot to death 12-year old Tamir Rice. The taut techno, industrial minimalism, and aural upheaval is embedded in tracks 'Rukhsana' (featuring Drew McDowall, formerly of Coil & Psychic TV, on modular synthesizer), 'The Place Where Spirits Get Eaten,' and 'Less Than Two Seconds,' an emotionally wrought blitz of serrated Monomachine tones flanked by timeless recordings of essayist, poet, and social writer James Baldwin. Mao ventures deep into heady, prismatic runs of hypnotic techno, on 'Don't Drink the Water' and 'The Declared Enemy.' On opener 'Being Earnest' and 'Love is the Capital,' foreboding motifs brood their way back into the narrative. Still, the album maintains a sense transformation, burdened with an alien tension- the awareness of an impending and necessary collapse. And what may come next." MOON DIAGRAMSLifetime Of Love  2LP  $29.99"Lifetime Of Love is the debut album by Moon Diagrams, the solo recording project of Deerhunter co-founder and drummer Moses John Archuleta. Recorded in Georgia (Atlanta and Athens) and Manhattan (East Village) over a 10-year period, Lifetime Of Love finds Archuleta processing various stages of love, loss, and regeneration via forlorn pop, minimal techno, and weightless experimentation. Throughout each of the 8 songs, Archuleta follows fits of inspiration or moments of chance. By lifting samples from thrift store-sourced LPs, removed from their sleeves and chosen at random to find loops and textures, Archuleta lets the unknown happen naturally, but still confined to a specific set of boundaries. 'Bodymaker' and 'Nightmoves' feature Archuleta's earliest solo recordings, captured between the release of Deerhunter's 2007 breakout LP Cryptograms and 2008 LP Microcastle. The two songs also show Archuleta's willingness to venture outside of the taut, mesmerizing drone rock of his main band. The chilling, ambient techno of 'Nightmoves' perfectly foils and compliments the broodingly sullen but sincerely beautiful shuffle into the dark. In 2012, Archuleta decided to pick up his recording activity, challenging himself to make a solo album. Locking himself in his practice space and using only the spare instruments laying around, Archuleta would enter fugue states in recordings. This period yielded a disparate mix of sonic sketches, from eerily bucolic choir recordings ('Playground'), dusty art-pop ('Moon Diagrams'), and infectiously jubilant dance pop ('End of Heartache'). For the final period, Archuleta found inspiration after an extended stint in Berlin, estranged from his friends and family. But Archuleta used the relative isolation to take in the city's dark energy, eventually returning home to finish the album with a newfound sense of resolve. Subtly grandiose and quietly epic, the album explores a nascent beginning, a morose middle, and a bittersweet, optimistic end." ADI GELBARTPreemptive Musical Offerings To Satisfy Our Future Masters  LP  $30.99For his next release on Felix Kubin's Gagarin Records, multi-instrumentalist Adi Gelbart delivers twelve Preemptive Musical Offerings To Satisfy Our Future Masters. With a spiraling musical complexity reminiscent of film scores, BBC Radiophonic Workshop, library music, criminal swing, Russian vitamins, tinnitus' twist, abstract jazz and musique concrète, Gelbart surpasses himself this time by augmenting his palette of instruments to the extent where he becomes a small orchestra. "The Source" of his musical identity plays "The Message" of synths, broken organs, harpsichord (!), double bass, horns, cymbals and crispy drum machines. It's a "Spacetime Reverie," where "Tsuburaya" blows "Leaves For Gamera" while "He Who Speaks Through Pyramids" walks through "Echoville" with "Dust" on his shoes, contemplating the "Birth Of Alpha" after "The Big Sleep." While humming to songs of the second moon, the "Harpsichord Automata" leads "The March Of The Thinking Machines" to a blissful silver big bang. The LP comes in a beautifully designed sleeve with cover artwork by Berlin-based German illustration star Benedikt Rugar, who has contributed to newspapers such as The New York Times and Spiegel, as well as numerous animation film festivals. A download card is included with the purchase of the record. KING BUCKNOR JR. & AFRODISK BEAT 79African Woman LP  $26.99Hot Casa present a reissue of King Bucknor Jr. & Afrodisk Beat 79's African Woman, originally released in 1979. African Woman is a fantastic Afro-beat album from the Fela Anikulapo Kuti disciple and Kalakuta Republic member. A sublime spiritual and political session recorded in 1979 at the EMI studio in Lagos, Nigeria. Arranged and self-produced, Kingsley Bucknor's second album, hopelessly obscure and impossible to find, ranks alongside the best Afro-beat albums in history. At the age of 19, King Bucknor Jr., also known as the Black Isaiah of Africa, released his second album backed by a 16-piece band called The Afrodisk, and ten background singers. Two long and hypnotic grooves with all the Afro-beat ingredients: fluid and complex drums patterns, strong horns, female voices on chorus, strong lyrics, beautiful keys, and horns solos. Essential for all Afro collectors and music lovers. Vinyl replica; Remastered by Carvery (UK); Includes inner sleeve with an interview. RAINFOREST SPIRITUAL ENSLAVEMENTFallen Leaves Camouflaged Behind Tropical Flowers  LP  $24.99Marking six years of Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement's cultish, elemental output, Dominick Fernow (Prurient) gives the project's first ever release a vinyl pressing for the first time, coiling up two extended tracts of impure, unnatural gloom ranking amongst his most cherished works. Fallen Leaves Camouflaged Behind Tropical Flowers was originally released on tape in 2011 in an edition of 59. When RSE was first conceived with Fallen Leaves Camouflaged Behind Tropical Flowers in 2011, the project was shrouded in a veil of mystery which left many fiends guessing to its provenance -- it seemed too far reduced to be identified as Fernow's work, but also didn't easily resonate with anyone of Hospital Productions' usual suspects, instead holding a unique line of stygian slow techno that sounded like some our bleakest, febrile fantasies come to life. Soon enough RSE's creator and navigator was indeed revealed to be Fernow, and the project became regarded among his most prized golems by those in the know, not least because it was starkly defined in contrast to his myriad other pseudonyms -- Vatican Shadow, Prurient, Christian Cosmos, Force Publique Congo, and so on -- by dint of its perceived restraint and glowering minimalism. Perhaps because of that stringent, meditative asceticism, the hypnotic grip of RSE has remained undiminished and perhaps as strong as ever on this new vinyl edition, where the predator heartbeat and keening tonal groans of "Life Would Transform" sound more pensive and narcotically effective than ever, and the borderland industrial chug and clag of "Skull Covered In Moss" seems to be seated deeper into its dank gloom, emulating a location recording of a burial-by-mud in some godforsaken no-man's-land, with lurking parakeets and mechanical birds awaiting their turn on your soon-to-be carrion. RIYL: Coil, Demdike Stare, Prurient, Brian Eno / Jon Hassell's Fourth World (1980). Remastered by Paul Corley; Cut at Dubplates & Mastering, Berlin. Edition of 500. OMAR KHORSHID AND HIS GROUPLive in Australia 1981  LP  $25.99This is the first live concert recording ever issued of legendary Egyptian guitarist Omar Khorshid and his group. It features tracks recorded during his 1981 tour of Australia, including live versions of songs that grace his various LPs recorded for Lebanese and Egyptian labels during the 1970s with one phenomenal tune, "Al Rabieh," being exclusive here as never before issued in any form. The sound is surprisingly great for a live cassette recording and the band is as sharp and monumental as ever, with stunning instrumental performances throughout, including an extended improvisational rhythmic exchange between percussionist Ibrahim Tawfiek and Omar's electric guitar on the epic track "Sidi Mansour." This record is loaded with Khorshid's signature microtonal Arabesque surf guitar elegance darting atop the backing band's brilliant accompaniment, and the tones of organist Fouad Rohaiem sound raw and abrasive, as though it were still 1973. The album has even more nostalgic (and tragic) significance as these shows would be his last; a car accident claiming Omar's life within 72 hours of flying back to Cairo from Australia. Mohamed Amine, Khorshid's lifelong friend and member of his group from 1975-1981, recorded these tracks and provided the photographs that embellish the beautiful gatefold jacket that accompanies this LP. Collected and researched by Khorshid historian Hany Zaki in Cairo, this unbelievable treasure is now available for the world to behold. Limited edition LP release in a full-color gatefold jacket with exquisite photos from Mohamed Amine's personal archive and informative liner notes by Hany Zaki. TUNES AT NOONevery thursday at 12 noon in dearborn city hall park at the corner of michigan ave and schaeferone hour of free music - bring your lunch and enjoy some fun in the sun!! 8/10 Michael Malis TrioMichael Malis is a pianist and composer based in Detroit, MI. Malis bridges the gap between original composed, complex material and the spontaneity of improvisation. His trio (piano, bass, drums),   featured on his latest album, has toured in the United States and Canada, and in September 2016, they performed at the Detroit International Jazz Festival. 8/17 Viands "Viands is a spontaneous collaboration between two auteurs of Detroit's underground music scene: Joel Peterson and David Shettler. The music they create is a deep, reflective and fearless alternate-reality keyboard meditation that draws on the pair's broad musical vision to explore new vistas.

[youremyonlyhope]

The Lie of the Land

The description of the episode really concerns me.

Umm... Ummmmmm...... UMMMMMMMMM........ UMMMMMMMMM...... THESE MONKS ALL BEING INSERTED INTO HISTORY IS ALL JUST NOPE. “THE TIME THE MONKS DEFEATED THE DALEKS. THE CYBERMEN. THE WEEPING ANGELS.” UM WHAT. AND THE DOCTOR IS DOING LIKE PROPAGANDA OR SOMETHING FOR THE MONKS. WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HAPPENING. WE HAVE A LEGIT DYSTOPIA HERE. THERE ARE CAMPS. SOME PEOPLE REMEMBER THE PROPER HISTORY. THIS IS HORRIBLE. THIS WENT FROM 0-100 REAL QUICK. AND THE MUSIC PLAYING REMINDS ME OF TEN’S SONG FROM END OF TIME. I CAN’T REMEMBER WHICH SONG THOUGH. IT’S REMINDING ME OF EITHER “VALE DECEM” OR “THIS IS GALLIFREY”. I CAN’T THINK RIGHT NOW. ALL I CAN DO IS RECOGNIZE IT, I CAN’T HANDLE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IT IS. WHY ALL THE STATUES. YOU MONKS GUYS REALLY LOVE BEING WORSHIPPED DON’T YOU? YOU GOT PROBLEMS. SO MANY PROBLEMS. THAT EVIL CREEPY GRIN FROM THE DOCTOR.

EVERYTHING IS NOPE.

Calling it now, a lot of this episode will be in caps. Awww it’s her mom. Everything’s so dull and grey.... MAGPIE ELECTRICAL. NOW THAT’S A REAL THROWBACK. YES. Nardole! I had noticed the painting in the first house, but now there’s the same one in Bill’s apartment. This is like Big Brother with the TV’s watching you or cameras or whatever it was that watched you. I can’t remember. I read that book like 8 years ago. Oh my god. Yeah. Comics. Some literature/ALL literature wouldn’t have the monks in it. “History was saying ‘hey look I have some examples of Fascism here.’” THE DOCTOR HAS A REAL POINT THERE. Doctor please tell me you aren’t actually really for this though. Oh god her face when he revealed their code to the guards. No. I got distracted counting stitches on the skirt I’m currently crocheting, and Bill started shooting the Doctor. So THAT’S A NEW ONE. THAT’S NEW. I DON’T THINK A COMPANION HAS EVER SHOT THE DOCTOR BEFORE. AT LEAST NOT IN MY MEMORY.  Ok Twelve. Pull a Ten and put all your regeneration energy somewhere. “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH good girl!” DOCTOR YOU JUST DON’T DO STUFF LIKE THAT. NO. BAD DOCTOR. “Everyone exchanged their ammo for blanks.” Well that explains the lack of blood. I thought it was just because it’s a family show and showing blood would be bad and showing the blood of the Doctor would be even worse and showing the blood of the Doctor while he’s getting shot at by his companion would have been completely devastating. “Oh... my... god I am going to beat the sh-” “She keeps hitting me!” Oh my god that was funny. Umm... Almost as smart as the Doctor... the Master? You’re gonna go get Missy? Really?

Bill: “We could have snuck back in but... the Doctor being the Doctor...” Doctor [Laughing Maniacally] 

I have captions on, and that caption was perfection. “Wait a sec, why have you got a woman locked in a vault? Because even I think that’s weird and I’ve been attacked by a puddle.” That’s hilarious. I knew the statues were important! Still think they’re all super vain for making them in their image They’re playing what sounds like “This Is Gallifrey” and I’m having feels. What will Doctor Who do when Murray Gold dies? His music is so iconic for New Who. Will Doctor Who still be going then... This brain wave stuff reminds me of season 3 when everyone used the Master’s network against him. Yes Doctor please stop racism. Please and thank you. “You’re gonna plug your brain into it?” “I know. Doesn’t stand a chance.” Ok honestly, this guy should have just grabbed the headset of one of the dead bodies once he noticed his was broken. Come on. I get that you shouldn’t do stuff to dead bodies, but like... he knows the danger of him not hearing the recording constantly. I guess he just fell back into the monks’ brainwashing before he could think to take someone else’s. “Fake news central” Hmm... I know Doctor Who filmed long before Agent Orange became president... but hmm... good timing... Bill should touch him for support or something. Since it’s her memories that link everything. Annnnd everything’s red. Does Bill have a theme yet? I haven’t noticed one. Is this it? The music playing during their “last conversation.” Oh because it’s a fake memory of her mom, a fantasy. OK. The entire world is getting the image of a beautiful black woman with an afro smiling and hold out her hand and it’s making everyone’s memories go back to normal. YES. “Humanity’s doomed to never learn from its mistakes.” Yep. Oh he lets Missy out of the cage thingy sometimes? Missy, are you actually feeling regret? Oh my god. Yes girl. Feel the regret. Feel it. Let it make you better.

OK. Well that was a good 3 parter. I’m glad it all worked out. But like... that dystopia in the first few minutes of this episode... just nope. I couldn’t handle it. Even just 10 minutes of it.

Also, I just listened to This Is Gallifrey and Vale Decem to make sure that those were the songs I had heard during the episode and let me tell you... Murray Gold... is an actual genius. Because I want to cry all over again. It doesn’t help that I’m listening to the versions of the songs in this video and it’s just playing all the Doctor’s regenerations and I got a lot of feels. Especially since Blind Wave has been watching Doctor Who and they have only 2 episodes of Nine left and I’m having Nine feels since I know in 2 weeks I’ll have to watch them go through the heartbreak of losing Nine. Also the fact that John Hurt died this year really isn’t helping at all. Oh my god when Vale Decem just builds with the final chorus of the song just... GENIUS. JOHN WILLIAMS LEVEL OF MUSICAL GENIUS. MURRAY GOLD YOU GENIUS.