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clarionglass · 4 months

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here we go :) part one of three, updates to be released weekly!

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sam says 4 (game master cinematic universe, part 3)

Ruby was at her mum's for a family dinner she couldn't miss on pain of death, apparently, and the Doctor was many things, but a family dinner kind of guy wasn't one of them—particularly when Carla had already slapped him once in the short time he'd known her. He thought he'd broken his streak of bad luck with mums, but… well, seemingly not. So he was companionless for a few hours, and while he could wait for her to get back, maybe catch up on his reading—what was the point of waiting when you had a time machine?

He ran his hands over the TARDIS console, marvelling at her clean lines and metallic flourishes, the way that even now she felt brand new but familiar, and paused. He’d just pop off for a quick adventure, nothing too dangerous, but—where to go?

He could scan for a distress call nearby, and pitch in to help. He could drop in on Donna and Shaun and Rose, beautiful Rose, and see how they were all doing. Or he could just hit the randomiser button, and jump in feet first wherever he ended up.

He remembered a conversation from a long time ago, when he wore a different face, and his gorgeous TARDIS wore a face too, for the first and only time.

“You didn't always take me where I wanted to go.”

“No, but I always took you where you needed to go.”

He grinned. Who could resist an offer like that? He pressed the button and whooped as the time rotor spun into action, ready to see where the universe would take him.

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Apparently, he was needed pretty close to where he already was. Earth, 2024. Huh. Same planet, same time—within a few months of where he’d left Ruby, even. The main thing that had changed was the location: he was now in the good old US of A. California, to be more specific, and Los Angeles to be more specific still. And to really narrow it down, the Doctor discovered as he poked his head out of the TARDIS doors, he was in… a broom closet. Not bad, as a parking spot—a bit squeezy, but out of the way. And as he poked his head out of that door, he could finally see he was in the backstage corridors of a studio of some kind. Film or TV, if he was to hazard a guess, it was a different vibe from Abbey Road.

With a shrug, he decided to go exploring.

It couldn’t have been more than a minute before a young woman wearing the full-black outfit, headset, and permanently stressed expression of a production assistant came running up to him.

“Are you the fill-in Sam organised?” she asked breathlessly, and honestly, seeing the look on her face, the Doctor didn’t have the heart(s) to tell her no. And really, what was the Doctor, if not a professional fill-in? This, this was why he had a randomiser button on the control panel, because whatever he was about to get himself into was going to be fun.

“Sure!”

“Oh, thank god,” sighed the production assistant, relief dawning across her face. “When Ally tested positive this morning, I thought we were sunk for the record, because we called around and we couldn’t get a hold of anyone. But then Sam said he could get someone in, and, you know, here you are, and just in time, so—ah, yeah, if you could follow me this way?”

Smiling all the way, the Doctor followed his guide through to hair and makeup, looking around as they went. The studio seemed to belong to a company called Dropout, according to the branding scattered around, and things seemed, at least on the surface, to be… well. Fine. He couldn't tell why he'd been brought here yet, which meant that when he found the reason, it was going to be particularly tangled. He couldn't wait!

And then he looked back at his guide, still engulfed in a miasma of anxiety, and realised he'd been too busy looking for clues to notice the person right in front of him.

“Hey, it's cool, you've found me,” he started with a gentle smile. “You can relax. Hi, I'm the Doctor. What's your name?”

“Oh!” she said, startled. “The Doctor, yeah, of course. Um, hi, I'm Kaylin. Look, sorry, it's just that I've been so busy this morning, I'm so distracted… Shit, and I would've completely forgotten to get your details too. There's paperwork to fill in, but you can do that later. Um, just for now, though, can I get your pronouns?”

The Doctor thought for a moment. “He/him, for now.”

Kaylin nodded, making a note on her phone. “Okay, cool! And do you have any socials?”

“Not me, babes,” he replied. “I'm hardly sitting down long enough to be able to update, you know?”

“On a day like this, I know exactly what you mean,” she said. “That's okay, Lou didn't have socials either for the longest time. Right, so if you go through there, the team will get you sorted, and once you're done, someone will take you up to the greenroom. All good?”

“All great,” the Doctor replied. Kaylin flashed him a quick, relieved smile, then hurried off.

Hair and makeup was a fairly quick process, the sound mixer fitted him with a microphone, and before too long, Kaylin was back to take him upstairs.

“This is the greenroom,” she said, pushing the door open. “The rest of the cast for the episode are already here—they’re great guys, and they’ve both been on the show a lot, so they’ll be able to help if you’ve got questions. And if you need anything else, just come find me or any of the other PAs, okay?”

The Doctor nodded, beamed at Kaylin, and walked in.

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The greenroom was small but comfortable, and its occupants, two men around the same age as the Doctor appeared, looked up as he entered.

“Oh, you’re new,” the taller of the pair said, clearly giving him the once-over.

The other sighed with a mixture of fondness and exasperation, just as clearly used to his friend’s antics.

“Hey, I’m Brennan,” he said, levering himself up to standing from his perch on a chair arm, and holding out a hand. “That’s Grant.”

The Doctor took it warmly. “The Doctor. Just passing through, and happy to help.”

Grant’s eyebrows quirked. “Doctor… something?” he prompted.

“Or is it just ‘the Doctor’?” Brennan asked.

“Just ‘the Doctor’,” the Time Lord confirmed cheerfully. “You’ll get used to it, everyone does.”

Grant didn’t look convinced, but—

“Copy that,” Brennan shrugged, and settled back on the arm of the chair, returning his gaze to the door.

Grant, in turn, looked at the Doctor and rolled his eyes in a clear expression of ‘no, I don’t know why he’s like this, either’.

“Okay,” the Doctor said after a moment of watching the watching. “I wasn’t going to ask, but now I think I have to. What’s up with the door?”

Brennan huffed a laugh. “Well, the last time there was one of those up—” he pointed to the Out of Order sign stuck to the bathroom door, “—we got locked in here for the game.”

“He’s paranoid,” Grant interjected.

“Well, yeah, maybe,” Brennan retorted. “Or just cautious. Because Sam’s been acting weird lately, and we’re coming up to the last few records of the season, so he’s probably planning something way out of the box for the finale. And the original cast was you, me and Beardsley, so…”

He shrugged one shoulder meaningfully, and Grant nodded, conceding both the point and the potential for chaos.

“So if Sam comes in to give us the briefing, rather than waiting til we’re on set,” Brennan continued, “or there’s anything else weird going on, I’m gonna know about it right from the beginning.”

He turned to the Doctor. “The only reason I'm not quizzing you is because I know for a fact Beardsley was genuinely scheduled for this, so you can't be a plant by the production team. No offence.”

“None taken,” the Doctor smiled. “That sort of thing happen often, does it?”

Grant and Brennan exchanged a look.

“More than you'd think,” Grant answered with a grimace.

“Alright,” the Doctor said slowly, then brightened. “So what is it we're actually doing?”

Grant gave him a disbelieving glance. “You don't know—?”

“Very last minute fill-in,” the Doctor said breezily. “But don't worry, I'm a quick study.”

“Well, you're not that much worse off than the rest of us,” Brennan said encouragingly. “You know about Game Changer, obviously, if you know Sam, and we only find out the rules of the game once we get on set. Hopefully,” he added, with a dark look back at the Out of Order sign.

The Doctor nodded. No, he didn't know Sam, and he didn't know Game Changer, but he could work out the situation from context clues. This was a game show. And with the Toymaker banished, and Satellite Five not coming into existence for another 198000 years, give or take, he found himself smiling. Maybe third time would be the charm.

“Mmm, hopefully they aren't going to throw you in the deep end,” Grant said. “Because Brennan might seem lovely now, but as soon as we get out there, he's a whore for points. He'll stab you in the back and won't even blink.”

Brennan barked with laughter. “Yeah, and you wouldn't?”

“Excuse you, I'm always a goddamn delight,” Grant replied, the very picture of injured dignity.

“Oh, absolutely!” agreed a new voice. The Doctor turned to the now-open door to see a bearded man in a pinstriped suit smiling broadly. “That's why we keep inviting you back!”

Grant bowed sarcastically. “Why, thank you, Sam. Good to know I'm appreciated by someone here.”

“Always,” Sam replied, gently but firmly ending that particular path of the conversation. He scanned the room, and his eyes lit up when they landed on the Doctor.

“Ah, you must be the Doctor!” he said with obvious delight, walking over with his hand outstretched. “I'm Sam—thanks for filling in for us, you've made sure we're going to have a good show. Seriously, it's a pleasure to have you here.”

“Aw, cheers!” the Doctor smiled, shaking the offered hand. “Glad I could help out, I'm really looking forward to this!”

“Well, great!” Sam exclaimed, then took a step back, regarding all three players in turn. “Now, folks, I'm just letting you know that we're just about ready to start the record, so if you can start heading down, that'd be great.”

Grant and Brennan nodded—Brennan, the Doctor noticed, with relief.

“See you down there,” Sam said, smiling. “Have a great show, and—”

His eyes caught on the Doctor's for a second, twinkling.

“Good luck.”

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Backstage, the Doctor, Brennan and Grant were marshalled into podium order and given a final briefing from the crew. And then, with a thumbs-up from Kaylin, that was it.

Showtime.

“Get ready for a Game Changer!” came Sam's voice from onstage. “Tonight’s guests: he can shoot off a monologue with laser accuracy; it’s Brennan Lee Mulligan!”

Brennan, his back to the camera as the curtains opened, spun on his heel and, with a stone-cold expression, pointed finger guns straight down the barrel, before letting the facade crack open. “Hi!” he exclaimed, and walked over to the leftmost podium.

“It’s his first appearance, but he’s already on fire; it’s the Doctor!”

The Doctor leant against the archway to the stage and flashed a broad smile towards the camera, then in a few skipping steps, had bounded over to the next free podium. What the hell, why not make an entrance?

“And even in the toughest of mazes, you’ll always be able to find him; it’s Grant O’Brien!”

Grant dipped his lanky frame into an approximation of a curtsey, spreading his arms wide, then sauntered over to the closest podium with a grin.

“And your host, me!” Sam announced, a ring of manic white showing around his irises as he beamed down the barrel of the camera. “I’ve been here the whole time!”

“This,” he continued, pushing his microphone shut and stowing it in his jacket pocket, “is Game Changer, the only game show where the game changes every show. I am your host, Sam Reich!”

As he said his name, he looked at his hands, front and back, as if he was pleasantly surprised to be himself, then gestured towards the three podiums.

“I am joined today by these three lovely contestants! Now, you understand how the game works.”

“Of course not,” Grant started. “You know we don't.”

“We can't, Sam, that's the whole point of the theatre you've set up here,” Brennan said over him.

“Not yet,” was all the Doctor said, anticipation starting to drum a tattoo of excitement against the inside of his ribcage.

“That’s right!” Sam said brightly, shooting finger guns at the camera. “Our players have no idea what game it is they’re about to play. The only way to learn is by playing. The only way to win is by learning, and the only way to begin is by beginning! So without further ado, let’s begin by giving each of our players fifty points.”

The Doctor, biding his time, watched the reactions of his fellow contestants. Grant looked at the front of his podium, checking the point total, and nodding approvingly when he saw that yes, it was sitting at a round fifty. Brennan, on the other hand, was starting to frown.

“Players, Sam says: touch your nose,” Sam began, and Brennan sighed the sigh of someone who wasn’t happy to be proved right.

“Oh, no,” he groaned. “Oh, you son of a bitch. Wasn’t one this season enough?”

He touched his nose anyway, as did the others, and Sam smiled encouragingly. “Sam says: touch your ear.”

When they all did, Sam nodded. “Touch your other ear.”

Everybody held still, fingers on the ears they had originally touched.

Sam beamed. “Easy, players, right?”

“You say that now,” Brennan said darkly. “Which makes it worse, because all you're doing is setting us up for failure.”

Sam gasped, pretending offence. “Would I do that?”

“Yes,” Brennan and Grant replied in unison, which drew a grin from the Doctor and set Sam off chuckling.

“And I'm not having it,” Brennan continued, leaning his elbows against his podium and pointing at Sam with the hand not touching his ear. “You better watch yourself, because I know how this game works, and you're not going to get one over on me.”

“Strong words, Brennan!” Sam said, clearly delighted by this response. “Okay, then, let's start making things a bit more interesting!”

The game continued as per Sam Says usual, some rounds done as a group and some individual. Points were won, sure, but lost slightly more frequently, and even the Doctor found he was having to concentrate to avoid getting caught in the host's traps.

It was fun. Genuinely, it was like playing a game with friends, and the Doctor felt himself leaning into it. There wasn't any sign of danger—maybe there wasn't a mystery to solve at all, and the TARDIS just decided he needed a total break.

Well, probably not. But the way things were going, he was able to let himself hope.

“Alright, players,” Sam said a good few rounds in, just as pleasantly as he would start any other question, and the screen behind him dinged as a new prompt popped up. “Survive the death beam.”

For a second, everything was frozen perfectly still.

And then came the crash, the explosive noise of heavy machinery moving relentlessly through a drywall set.

The Doctor was already moving. “Everyone down!”

“Duck!” Brennan yelled at the same time.

The two of them hit the ground within milliseconds of each other, but Grant was still paralysed in the face of the giant, science-fiction type laser cannon that had just ploughed through the wall.

It whined ominously, screaming its way to fever pitch. And then a sharp pain in Grant’s ankle made him stagger, pitching forwards onto the carpet behind the podiums as the Doctor rolled away to avoid getting pinned.

“Sorry, babes,” the Doctor whispered. “But it was either kick you to get you down, or—”

A hideous metallic screech ripped through the air, and all three of them could feel the crackle of ozone as a beam of energy swept across what had, moments ago, been neck height.

“…Or that,” the Doctor finished with a grimace.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Grant breathed, suddenly very conscious of every inch of his 6’9 frame. “Thanks.”

“Well done, players!” Sam exclaimed delightedly from above them. “But… sorry, I didn’t say ‘Sam says’, so that’s a point off for everyone.”

“What the fuck!” Brennan snapped.

“Are you actually insane?” Grant demanded at the same time, his voice overlapping with Brennan’s.

In response, Sam just wheezed with laughter. “You can come back to your podiums,” he said, cheerfully ignoring them.

Nobody moved.

“Very good!” he acknowledged, and even without seeing his face, the grin was obvious in his voice. “Okay, Sam says: come back to your podiums.”

Although the words were innocuous, and his tone was just as light and breezy as usual, there was nevertheless an edge hiding just underneath the surface. And while the death beam loomed large in the minds of all three players, it was impossible to consider disobedience as an option.

Slowly, they stood, returning to their places. Now they had the time to look at it properly, the death beam was even more sinister, and Brennan and Grant both kept flicking nervous glances its way, ready to move if it looked like it was charging up again.

The Doctor, however, was focused purely on the man standing in front of them. Unbothered, Sam met his gaze like a challenge, a mischievous smile playing about his lips.

“Oh, you’ll love this one,” he said, and the screen changed. “Sam says, starting with Grant: say my name.”

Grant frowned in confusion, but answered quickly nonetheless. “Sam Reich?”

The man himself shrugged tolerantly, moving on. “Brennan?”

Brennan just stared at him coolly. “Do you take me for a fool?”

“Well caught, Brennan!” Sam said happily. “Sam says: say my name.”

“Sam,” Brennan replied, suspicion clear in his voice. “Samuel Dalton Reich.”

He nodded, still with a hint of indifference. “And lastly, Doctor.” His smile broadened. “Sam says: say my name.”

It was easy. Too easy. And as the Doctor looked into the eyes of the man calling himself Sam Reich, he felt his hearts stutter in recognition, because something had changed. He wasn’t hiding himself anymore, and while the face was different yet again, the Doctor would know the shape of that soul anywhere. It was impossible. It was inevitable.

“You can’t be,” he breathed.

Sam smirked, leaning in across his podium. “Oh, but Doctor… I’ve been here the whole time,” he stage-whispered with a wink.

“He said you lost,” the Doctor said, shaking his head, looking wrong-footed for the first time that Brennan and Grant could recall. “You lost, and he trapped you.”

The other two watched, uncomprehending, but Sam just smiled, drumming his fingers against the podium with an audible beat, fast but distinct. Four taps, four taps, four taps. “I’m waiting.”

The Doctor took a slow, deep breath. Set his jaw.

“Master.”

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missed an installment of the game master cinematic universe?

original idea by @ace-whovian-neuroscientist: x

art by @northernfireart concept: x scissor sisters sketch: x sam and his doppelganger: x

writing by me (!) part one (escape the greenroom): x part two (deja vu): x part three (sam says 4): you are here!

#game master #sam reich!master #doctor who #dw #dropout #game changer #you know what let's chuck some character tags in here #15th doctor #the master #sam reich #brennan lee mulligan #grant o'brien #kaylin mahoney #clari speaks #clari writes #ah darlings i'm putting my chat down here rather than in the post body for once #so i've thought of this whole saga as 'part three' but i will be a) titling them all and b) just keeping on numbering the parts sequentiall #rather than 'part three part one' etc #otherwise we're getting into homestuck act titling territory and that is ground i do not wish to tread #also fuck i hope i've got the time zones right #i'm planning to post this when an episode of game changer would ordinarily be released. to plug the gap. to tide us over.#(the finale trailer is so delightfully unhinged and i cannot wait til next week)#anyway gang this one was wild #the slight but significant genre shift from 'game changer with doctor who elements' to 'doctor who with game changer elements'#it was fun to write! and hopefully fun to read :)#also i MUST say that eugene northernfireart has a baller comic in the works that this entire thing is based on #this is thousands of words of setup and continuation because the sketch idea was so good it possessed me #and we decided that it had to be a proper dw episode #(hey rtd hire me pls)#anyway eugene is on hiatus bc of life so in the meantime go give him love and be Fuckin Hyped for the comic when it appears bc i know i am

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hinamie · 4 months

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i think the designs of the main cast r more or less solidified so it's time for the first not-a-sketch piece of this au featuring past and present avatars ! and their cat

jjk atla!au:

preliminary designs first year trio gojo/choso/nanami mahito/geto(?)/yuuta

#my art #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #itadori yuuji #ryomen sukuna #yuuji #sukuna #jjk atla!au #fanart #jjk fanart #atla!au: art #atla!au: design #atla!au: illust #hopefully this clears up any prior avatar yuuta miscommunication let me introduce u to avatar itadori mf yuuji #and his bastard past self from 11 cycles ago #sukuna doesnt like the other elements hes a purist and only wants to use the flashy bending styles :/#hes so dramatic gGHSGJSF what a piece of work #not to draw tho!!#he was similar to geto in that his design lends itself sO well to his govt-assigned atla element #red...gold....flames.......abs are Out.....#its almost too easy ?? he draws himself gomen #btw the owltiger's name is karura aka karucchi and he is. BABY i want so badly to bury my face in his fur #(he is to scale btw)#BIIIGG kitty :3 #debut sukuna but yuuji didnt change at all from his edit im very happy with his design im Keeping it #going strong with my fixation on this au btw . sorry 2 anyone wanting Other art from me but also im not sorry im having so much fun

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nipuni · 13 days

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Campbell!! 🥰🎧🎙️🎛️🎚️

#campbell bain #david tennant #takin over the asylum #taking over the asylum #takin' over the asylum #which tag do you all use for it?#I don't think they would let him keep his shoelaces and hoodie strings in the ward but imagine he's already out at this point or sth #I'm back to my comfort David doodles because Nicolas is on a work trip for a few days and I'm lonely!!#my art

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pigefox · 2 years

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11/30/2012 ... 11/30/2022

It’s been ten years.

Let’s see how we compare.

2012

2022

What’s wrong with you right now?

I have fallen and I can’t get up

Work in seven hours, and I am awake.

Are you mean?

can’t do mean

Sometimes.

What movie did you last see in the theater?

I think it was Dark Shadows…

I couldn’t even say.

Do you think that you’re a good person?

Sometimes… though I’d like to believe everyone has a good person in them.

We’re a work in progress.

Do you like to hold or be held?

It really depends… xD I like to hold when I know it’s appreciated, and I can say that much is true.

To hold.

Are you listening to music right now?

The Honey Trees - “Love and Loss” on my lullaby playlist. ^u^

Silence. It is midnight.

Is there something that happened in your past that you really hate talking about?

Humm… I keep a lot to myself, but there’s a lot of things I don’t like talking about.

I talk a lot about the past nowadays. But there are still some things I keep to myself.

Has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes?

Nope… xD

One person, and it made my heart soar.

What do you want in your life right now?

I just want to keep living… to keep enjoying things. I want to be happy and healthy… :)

To do better.

Do you think skydiving would be sweet or terrifying?

For one who’s horrified of heights, probably terrifying… but in an exciting kind of way. xDD

Terrifying.

Are you currently missing someone?

Every now and then.

Yeah.

Smoke or drink?

Smoking: never. Drinking: not something I’ve tried yet, but I feel like I need a reason to do it.

No smoke. Yes drink. Not my best moment. But, I’m cutting back.

Are you smart?

Smart has a broad meaning… smartass maybe. :P

All circumstantial.

Waiting for?

A bunch of things. But I’m a patient person.

A lot of things to just figure themselves out. But I know I need to do my part, too.

If you could own a non-traditional pet, what would it be?

One of these beauties.

Dragonflies.

Do you find it easier to forgive or forget?

To forgive. You can’t just forget something. It’ll always be there. Sometimes, it’s better to hold onto things you feel like you need to forget. Lessons of learning.

Neither are easy. Neither are necessary.

Would you ever stay with someone just because you didn’t want to break their heart?

I follow my own heart. I know what’s best for me.

Are you sad?

That’s a reluctant yes, but that’s all based on feeling. I know the most important person in my life has to be me, but that’s such a hard concept to grasp sometimes.

You know, change my mind. No. I wouldn't.

Not so much anymore. I’ve been very hopeful and happy lately. ^u^

2012 KiM was a fucking liar.

I’ve been sad, on and off a lot this year. But it’s not like it was before. Sadness is temporary.

What’s a sure way to catch your attention?

A kind smile, and a tireless spirit. Music in the air… maybe a feather or two. xD A lot of things catch my attention…!

It always helps to bring some food. Or a bird. Free plants are nice.

Would you marry just for money?

Never. But I hear happiness has a certain wealth all its own. :)

I know people answer yes to this question. And man. That’s just sad.

Do you dream in color or black and white?

I dream however my brain wants me to dream. xD

Color. Always color.

Often take surveys?

Sometimes. I find them fun! :D like little personal interviews…!

Not nearly as much as I claimed to. This is the first in a good, long while.

Do you write poems?

I used to.

I write whatever is on my mind nowadays.

Do you get along with your parents?

From time to time with mum. We have our share of arguments, but we come back in the end.

Our relationship is like a broken switch. Sometimes works. Sometimes doesn’t.

What do you do when you’re sad?

I think about the things that make me happy. I listen to music, and draw things. I go for walks, and sometimes talk to people (depending on the kind of sad). Sometimes, I just need my time to work things out with myself. A sad KiM is a sad sight.

I lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling. I go shopping for plants. Go for a drive, listening to music at an aggressively loud volume. Cry about it. Ambush my friends into getting food with me. Typical stuff, you know.

7 things in your bag

Empty bank envelopes. XD … my phone, PSP, pencils, some mints, my bandanna, and a sketchy pad!

Bank book. Pen. Wallet. Probably $20 in change. Phone. Lotion.

things you do when you’re really stressed:

Depends on the kind of stress. If it’s an inner stress, I might go and let it out to a friendly ear. But most of the time, I’ll shut myself out and keep myself occupied.

Change the hair. Go for a drive. Listen to some good music, and veg out.

Can you watch scary movies alone?

I can hardly do scary things alone. Dx I have a horrible paranoia that just overruns my thought process… though sometimes, I find myself watching scary game walkthroughs alone, unintentionally.

Oh, absolutely not.

Do you like to keep the peace or be confrontational?

It really depends… I can be an idealist at times, but I find myself more of a realist in most situations. When confrontation needs to happen, I typically let it. I prefer peaceful resolutions over it, however.

Peace is preferred, but I’m much more temperamental than I used to be.

Do you keep secrets well?

There is no benefit in telling secrets to anyone.

More often than not. The secrets I do tell are the ones that need to be said. Ones that will bring harm to someone if it’s not.

Would you tattoo someone’s name on your body?

I think it might be a little weird… but I guess I don’t know. xD probably not…

Absolutely not.

Do you like beer?

I don’t know yet? XD

Did.

Is it okay for guys to wear pink?

Why not?

You can tell this was a question of its time.

Do you still watch cartoons?

Of course!

Of course.

What movies could you watch over and over and still love?

Any and all Miyazaki films~

I can’t say for sure, I hardly watch movies. I love slice of life though.

Afraid of heights?

Terrified. xD

Not really. Vertigo is a pain in the ass though.

Are you patient?

Patience is golden.

Sometimes. It wears thin in some situations.

What is the hardest thing for you to say?

Goodbye. (tied with “no, I will not [insert answer to obligatory question here]”)

Goodbye.

What do you want to receive on your birthday?

I appreciate whatever I’m given. But I prefer time spent over things.

Good company, and good memories.

What makes you frustrated?

My lack of motivation sometimes.

Not knowing what the answer is.

Who will you turn to if you have a huge prob?

I often times keep to myself… but sometimes friends, and mum.

My best friend. Always.

In a relationship?

Nope.

I'll never tell.

Do you cry a lot recently?

I used to. But not anymore.

Whenever I need to.

How many kids do you want to have?

I’m aiming for one right now. Girl or boy, either one will make me happy. :) I wouldn’t mind twins so much…

I don’t think kids are on my radar at the moment... but I suppose you could say, if the time calls for it, I want to adopt two.

Would you take a bullet for someone?

Yes.

Do you think you have made a difference in anyone’s life?

I feel that everyone can make an imprint on the life of another, whether it is realized or not.

I know that I have.

Say something about your love life.

Art… music… we’re good. ^u^

It is just what it needs to be.

Are you a warfreak?

A what?

If the insinuation is... someone who is obsessed with war... then no, no no.

What do you have to do before you sleep?

I typically go and look back on my day… and think about happy things. ^u^ get any drawings out that I have in mind… listen to my lullaby playlist, drink some water… snuggle up in my blankets… and sleeeep~ :3

Align the energies. Meditate. Think about my day. Think about the next day. Reflect. Breathe, stretch, relax. Close eyes. lol.

Will you donate organs after you die?

I don’t know. I don’t think about it.

Cremation, baby. Throw me in a meadow. Make me into some pretty wildflowers.

Has anyone gotten on your nerves lately?

Mmm… nope.

Oh, absolutely yes.

If you’ll go on a date, what would you like to do?

Ahh… I don’t know. I think having fun should be first and foremost! I’m not an overly romantic person… I don’t think. xD but I guess I don’t know yet.

In actuality, more than likely just a lunch or dinner, and some kind of activity, even a walk or something. I’m... lowkey.

But in my make-believe imagi-verse, I’d want to travel somewhere new, and get lost somewhere.

What would be the best partner of a good cup of coffee?

I’ll pass on the coffee and go for some tea… and with the tea comes the muffins!

I forgot 2012 KiM was a coffee-virgin.

A sweet n’ tasty snack.

Have you ever stayed up all night while drunk or high?

Uh… no. XDD

Sweet summer child...

Drunk, for sure.

What makes you laugh no matter what?

A lot of things. XD I think the real question is what doesn’t make me laugh no matter what…

The Game Grumps. Fat birds. Silly dogs.

Do you think it is bad to have sex at your age?

22?

… No. XD

32?

... n o ...

Will you get married?

I’ll admit that I didn’t see it as an option before… but some things have changed my views on it. I wouldn’t mind. Having a family would be nice.

I refuse to answer this question.......

Would you change yourself for the person you love?

Honestly, I opt out of changing myself to fit the ideals of others. But if it’s something that would benefit me as well, then I’d go for it.

No. Because... the person I love would probably not want me to change.

What do you tell yourself when times get hard?

Smile! :)

You’ll be okay.

have you started a horrible rumour about somebody?

Never.

Never. Still going strong.

have you ever done hallucinogenic drugs?

No.

I’m going to say no, but who actually knows anymore?

have you ever been too drunk to remember a certain night?

Nope.

No. I remember everything.

do you think your future will be a good one?

Let’s see if the stars work in my favor. ^^

Time will tell.

Do you think you were raised well?

In some aspects, yes. But I want to strive to be a better person.

Nah. I grew up in a toxic household. And I know now that the good person I am today, is a direct result of me trying to do better.

If there was true love on one side of the street and a million bucks on the other, which one would you pick?

I hate questions like these… true love doesn’t just sit on the side of the street!

I’d just keep walking. Money won’t follow. But true love just might...

If your parents got divorced and you had to pick mom or dad to live with?

Well, considering this already happened… and considering my mum has been my best and only support, mum.

I mean, now, with everything I’ve learned since... I’d rather live alone. And I do love my mum dearly. I’m just at the age now where... it would be nice to be independent.

Do you think you know the meaning of true love?

I don’t think anyone really does. Even when you’re in love… even when you marry, and have a family… I don’t think it’s really something anyone knows. But I believe once you find yourself happy, that’s when you’ve reached the state of “true love”. :)

Still learning.

Do you wish someone was with you right now?

Sometimes. But I don’t want to just be with anyone. I want to be with someone who wants to share their heart with me. I’m not one to push myself for the wrong reasons. If that were the case, I’m better off alone.

... I’m pretty sure I read this question wrong.

At this very moment, do I want someone to be with me?

Yeah.

What time did you go to sleep last night?

2:30AM.

12:30AM.

Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?

Never.

I am very fortunate to be where I am today. I spoil myself when I can.

Did you sing at all today?

Today and everyday! ^_^

Everyday. And that will never change.

#reading my answers from back then was wild #really did embrace the life-loving hippie chick huh #I'm proud of the person I am in this moment.#let's keep working on us.#personal

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krazieka2 · 2 months

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Here's a big old Fire Emblem Search & Find I did for the FE3H Masquerade Zine! Find the Golden Deer, but see if you can't find the rest of the students as well! For the ultimate challenge, see if you can't name every character! (Disclaimer two characters are NPCs with no names)

#double bonus can you identify the 2 or 3 fe3h characters that AREN'T in the scene?#i say 2 or 3 but i probably forgot more :( im using you people to check my work #fe3h #carrying over my posts from twitter choo chooooo #fireemblem #im not going to tag everyone but you're welcome too! good luck!!#instead let me tell you about the mini narratives i came up with while drawing this #soren is waiting for Ike to get back with food #seteth just noticed flayn dancing WITH A BOY from afar #rhea was supposed to sing but got superseded (she's okay with it actually)#monica and ferdinand are trying to start a dance off with edelgard and hubert (its not working)#Ashe stepped on Annette's toes and is freaking out. Lorenz is trying to give pointers but it's only sort of helping #balthus absolutely stole some of the betting pool money. i think i forgot to ink the coins falling out of his hands! dang #metody and shahid are going to become great friends and have a wirlwind romance before one betrays the other in a cutthroat fashion #Lysithea left a single cake slice on the table and Miklan is just happy to have gotten his before she showed up #ike and leopold had a flex off #Gilbert is stuck between young lovers this isn't a narrative i just think it's funny #oh and of course Sylvain managing to piss off Sera Charlotte and Maribelle while Felix ignored him and Ingrid looks on #that's supposed to be roy not eliwood btw i forgot to color his headband so it's basically eliwood #that's all i can think of rn but if you played #thank you!!! i hope you had fun #this was SO much fun to make thank you to the mods for facilitating me #haha this post has been up for 20 minutes and people are already pointing out so many characters I forgot. ur keeping me humble

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bacchuschucklefuck · 2 months

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and! barbarian!fig! its her

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #figueroth faeth #fh class quangle #if u look at the junior year design and think tifa lockhart: yeag #I already thought the cleric!gorgug junior year design kinda is very aerith so. lol #but! I do feel like these designs maybe portray the clearest arc out of all of them so far. I like that #some of it came from a bit of necessity which is really fun that mirrors the actual play format thats cool #(necessity being freshman year riz is pretty much a huge block of red flannel lmao. kinda stole figs canon color coding for a bit)#(and he's got the owlbear jacket from taping the games in sophomore year... so I cant give fig the big red blocking until #junior year lmao. coincidentally this forced me to be a bit more dynamic with her concept which is great)#her second pair of shoes very sonic tho. I kinda enjoy that lol #tbh I really love that canon gorgug is like in a pair of chucks 24/7 that is SO funny for a barbarian I hope to keep the energy going #with class swap fig I think a barbarian who wears like collector sneakers is awesome. the foot support is so important to their work #the general idea of a hyperfem girlypop barbarian still ticks for me tbh. idk enough abt the zeitgeist to know if thats passé now or not #but doing Fashion on ur job of bodily tearing ur opponent apart with the least flourish possible is just a hit for me #her knee brace is from like an injury back in her cheer days that she got by overexercising in hope of being good enough that #the team couldn't let her go. the team then used that same injury as a pretext to let her go #I think abt her arc tbh... fig's thing in canon junior year abt the point of her rebelling. I feel like a lot of it can also apply to rage #both knocking things over and holding onto things don't like. make anything new. destruction without at least a glimpse of a vision #of the after is ultimately a cynical defeatist point of view... strategic barbarianism for fig babeyy #yay! once again its time for me to Fucking Sleep. but hopefully I can hammer out a proper ref for riz and gorgug both in the #following week inbetween doing my job. its that time of da year lads (<- fully seasonal worker)

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tea-cat-arts · 3 months

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I simply think this fandom doesn't give Wei Wuxian enough credit for the various ways in which he saved Lan Wangji

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #idk man- i just see a lot of “Lan Wangji has always been protecting Wei Wuxian” posts and its like...#I mean... Lan Wangji has always certainly been trying to protect Wei Wuxian #it took him a long time to figure how to successfully do that though #rereading the books rn and noticing theres a lot of instances that could be read as lwj being frustrated over his inability to protect wwx #like he seemed ready to cry when wwx went missing for a while and then came back with the cursed leg #lwj has always been great at protecting wwx from physical threats (ex: waterborn abyss) but had no idea how to protect him from himself #meanwhile wwx has always been instictually good at saving lwj from both #like I'm 100% lwj would've become like Jiang Cheng if wwx hadn't snapped him out of the blindly following authority thing #and also like... 15 y/o lwj wasnt happy with his life. he was lonely and stressed and literally signing up to be flogged whenever he goofed #wwx is who allowed lwj to grow up by showing him what it was like to actually be a kid (shown in story whenever lwj gets drunk)#he led lwj to having a more flexible mindset. and it both let lwj relax and set lwj up to be a better parent #looking into lwj's dynamic with the juniors- he lets them break a fuck ton of the petty rules and encourages them to question authority #he also teaches them to not be married to any one meathod of problem solving #wwx is also able to save lwj from his own stubbornness #ex: carrying lwj when he broke his leg. getting lwj to cough up bad blood. getting lwj to keep the rabbits #wwx also tends to give lwj the words he has trouble saying himself. helps him communicate #wwx also protects lwj in fights a lot but thats narratively less important #except the various times wwx puts himself in danger to help lwj. those times are what made it so lwj could never move on from wwx #like with the cave incident #or when wwx helped surpress the arm instead of using the chaos to escape cloud recesses #tldr i guess: i think this fandom tends to treat lwj being the best like its natural to him when really wwx accidentaly rewired his brain #I'm looking directly at fanfic writers who act like the Lans would've treated wwx better than the Jiangs #lwj had to do so much work and self reflection post meeting wwx to be the way he is. he is not the sole product of the Lan teachings

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redstarfish-art · 5 months

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My biggest pet peeve of the Batfandom is that there are hardcore fans who will insist, insist, Jason and Tim are adopted into the Wayne family; that they are undeniably part of the Wayne family in a strict 'adopted family' way; that this is the only interpretation of the Batfam.

Then turn around and refuse to ever call them Jason Wayne or Tim Wayne.

#do y'all know how adoption works?!?!?!#let them use the Wayne surname damn it!#Jason Todd-Wayne and Tim Drake-Wayne doesn't count!!!#at the very least give them a reason why they want to keep their old surname #batfam #jason todd #tim drake #or should I say #Jason Wayne #Tim Wayne

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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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how do you clone a fey? that's trick question; and fey love those!

@the-navistar-carol (<333) brought up a good point while I was talking about my changeling danny au with her -- Dani! How would she exist in this au? Danny's a changeling - a fae. How would Dani, a clone of him, be created? How do you make a fey? Not through any means that Vlad is doing; you can't make a fey through unnatural means, considering the Fair Folk are nature. And Vlad's not a fey himself -- he's a halfa, even if he could make a fey, it's not in his best interest too. He's a powerful ghost, but even the weakest fae can overpower the strongest ghost. He won't want a clone of Daniel to be more powerful than him.

(In a three tier hierarchy it goes Ancients -> Fae/Mythos -> Ghosts. They all live in the Infinite Realms, but on different Planes. The fae live above the Ghost Zone in the Fey Wild, while the Mythos live beside the Wilds or down in the ghost zone depending on where they are. Places like the Frozone, the Athens Acropolis, and other such large islands climb throughout all three Planes.)

(While Ghosts can travel into the Fey Wild, its generally advised against as the ectoplasm tends to manifest differently there due to close contact magic. It can make it rather disorientating for a ghost, and as human spirits, the Fae living there would jump them faster than they could blink. So unless you're willing to play mind games with 'steal thy name eat thy face' fae, most ghosts keep out of the way of the Wilds. Fey can travel down into the Ghost Zone, they just don't bother.)

That's of course, not taking into account if Vlad even knows Danny's a fae himself. Vlad doesn't ring me as someone who really cares much about ghost culture or the going ons of the GZ. He might be aware that fae exist, but the moment he realizes he can't use them for personal gain he just doesn't bother with them. The risk is greater than the reward, and he'd rather not get eaten. But lets assume he's aware by now that Danny is fey, and has to take that into account while cloning him.

So, how does Dani exist? Good question! Honestly; i'm not sure. She might not exist at all, or if she does, she's more halfa than fey. Vlad would need a lot of human dna and ectoplasm to balance out all that fae magic. He manages to steal DNA from Jack and Maddie to do it, and since Jack's fey ancestry is very dormant its much easier to use alongside Danny's DNA.

In turn, it results in a little girl whose more human-ghost hybrid than clone. With that little extra boost in fey magic making her not a fey, but still relatively powerful. Dani is less of a clone and more of a lab-grown little sister. It's a rather tedious, complex process that has Vlad tearing his hair out trying to figure out. But he does eventually figure it out.