#orphaned account but I see the vision

[sunfishing]

after getting into Batman after years of being a marvel bitch I have one big complaint with the fanfics:

There are TONS of crossover fics with Spiderman, even Miles Morales Spiderman, but BARELY ANYTHING of JERSEY NATIVE Kamala Khan!!!

I get Spider-Man’s more popular but cmoooonnn :[ especially with Kamala being the huge nerd she is you could do so much with it

[unionizedwizard]

so. many people have already pointed that koana is sort of like an ARR alphinaud remix and while it is not untrue, i think this analysis is only superficially correct. because the salient point of koana's character is that he feels shame and resentment towards his roots & origins and therefore overcompensates with sharlayan weabooism (well-intentioned, but still unsuitable). he comes off as really weird and stuck up, in the beginning especially, where it's like. "what the fuck is this guy's problem" in a way that's rather similar to the average player's reaction to ARR alphinaud.

BUT!

the thing with ARR alphinaud is that he was the Quintessential Sharlayan, both on account of his upbringing and family tree, and of his personal interests and achievements. he was (and still is) secure in his origins and cultural identity. koana's case is different, because he clearly loathes tradition and turali cultural practices in a way that comes across (and fundamentally is) really weird and destructive, which comes to bite him in the ass on many occasions during the rite of succession (and understandably so).

it all starts to make sense when you learn about his backstory though. while we know that wuk lamat doesn't remember anything of her own childhood, having been adopted by gulool ja ja as a toddler, koana was adopted at a much older age. he remembers his early years, and that's what fuels his entire vision for the future of tural. as he tells it, he was born to one of the most traditionalist hhetsarro tribes in tural, and abandoned (accidentally(?) left behind) during one of their yearly migrations, only surviving thanks to a pelupelu merchant who rescued and took him in before employing him in his tuliyollal shop. an obviously incredibly traumatic event that would shape everything about his future mindset: he's closed off and withdrawn to the extreme, highly analytical, values self-sufficiency and independence and technical innovations above all else, because that's how he survived to begin with. because his nomadic, highly traditional, presumably (from what we've seen of the one hhetsarro tribe we've met so far) tight-knit, spiritual and social tribe rejected and abandoned him. it would make sense that he'd rationalize this unfathomable violence by leaning hard into the opposite, and letting his own pain and resentment color his entire vision, turning his own feelings into a more general mindset of shame, resentful inadequacy, and complete rejection of anything "traditional"

i think sharlayan was a good choice for him because it's pretty much, indeed, the opposite atmosphere: in sharlayan culture, family ties are a lot less emphasized, while the kind of ties that colleagues, peers, teachers and students develop are considered as very important (see pretty much every sidequest and margrat's custom deliveries and all). all these relationships based on a common work and aspirations rather than origins would indeed agree with koana's character better, and his analytical skills, vision and intelligence are pretty much the most valued traits to them.

which is why it was actually such a stroke of genius to have thancred and urianger specifically support him. of course, both of them had a character development arc that echoed with koana's issues: learning how to express himself more openly and acknowledge his feelings, all that, meaning they were uniquely able to help him. but when you look more closely, they can also relate to him on a more personal level: thancred was "adopted" by louisoix as an orphaned lominsan street urchin, probably at a similar age as koana when he was adopted by gulool ja ja; and urianger's parents notably "abandoned" him to the point he was mostly tagging along at moenbryda's house and, later, at the leveilleur estate, as louisoix's disciple and honorary uncle to the twins (also worth noting that urianger and koana share the same flavor of autism).

so the rite of succession was a much-needed window into his own biases and (literal) coping mechanisms, and must have been quite difficult to deal with considering pretty much all the feats involved interacting with and strengthening tight-knit smaller communities with strong traditions and family ties. luckily, partly thanks to thancred and urianger (but not only! he did the work himself), he was clear-minded enough to realize his own failings, and well-intentioned enough to step down - because he did not want power for its own sake, unlike zoraal ja; he wanted to protect the turali people from a potential invasion by leaning hard into foreign technological advances, therefore mimicking his own personal journey and adapting his own tried-and-true methods of survival: anticipating the hardships, being as independent and self-sufficient as possible, and choosing isolationism.

and finally i want to point out that the new techniques and technologies he imported from sharlayan are all (safe, fast and reliable) modes of transportation: aetherytes, dirigibles (including the alpaca carriage adaptation), and trains. interesting choice, moreso considering that while aetherytes are the #1 sharlayan specialty, they have neither dirigibles nor trains; which takes on a whole new layer of meaning when you remember that his original tribe was nomadic and that he specifically was left behind, stranded in the desert, during one of their traditional migrations............

in this regard he truly IS green g'raha, considering that g'raha was, similarly, raised in a traditional seeker manner before being sent to sharlayan for his own (and the tribe's) safety; of course the difference is that g'raha embraced his heritage by locking himself in the crystal tower by the end of ARR, since the G tribe was tasked with guarding the remaining allagan ruins and weapons, to make sure their power would not be misused by yet another imperialist military force (he locked himself in the tower to reinforce its defenses and make sure the garlean empire would not access it to conquer eorzea)

thank you for your time 👍

[fanfictionrecsss]

KLANCE FIC REC TIME

Ok, first of welcome, second off here is my ao3 acc:

Archive acc (I only have one fic, I will write anything someone asks me to at this point, I don't have any ideas).

Star ☆ = Favourite

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And here is some recs.

Extrication By Dealio (Orphaned account)

Keith/Lance Words: 4,103 Finished.

My View:

I can't remember too much about this one, but something that I can recall is trying really hard to find a part 2. The acc is orphaned, so I can't find the orginal author :(. It's a really great fic, but a bit short.

Summary:

A blackness swirled around the outer edges of his vision and it swam when he moved too fast, but he could still see the figure at the end of the hallway, running towards him as they seemed to sling a long rifle over their shoulder. They came closer and closer until Keith could make out the glowing motif and the traditional uniform of a Blade of Marmora soldier.

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What a healing pod can't repair ☆ By Remember_Me

Keith/Lance Words: 55,777 Finished.

My Veiw:

This is one of my all time favourite fics, it's probably one of the first ones I've read and oh my gosh I was addicted. It's about when Lance goes missing, and they find these video log things from him when he was lost, (Ok, not gonna spoil anymore). I love this fic.

Summary:

The compromised wormhole was ripping apart at the seams, sending everyone spiraling away in completely different directions. Lance could feel himself being pulled and bent in ways he was definitely not supposed to be. -- Stitching the team back together after everyone is separated is difficult, and for one Paladin rescue wouldn't be coming for a very long time.

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Break Every Chain on Me By Katsudonace

Keith/Lance Words: 14,406 Finished.

My Veiw:

I loved this fic, and I wish there was more to it. It is a BOM Lance/Keith fic, which I really liked because there aren't alot of BOM fics out there.

Summary:

Lance is tired of no one listening to him, tired of his fears and concerns being brushed aside. With his suspicions about Shiro and Lotor being ignored, Lance decides to go to the one person group that he knows will believe him, Keith the Blade of Marmora. However, emotions run high and situations become complicated. Lance must grow to move forward, but that's easier said than done when his insecurities bind him.

Keith was finally carving out a spot for himself in the Blade, finally feeling as if maybe he belonged somewhere. That's until his mother decides to return to the main base, and his crush suddenly shows up unannounced. It's hard for him to face his feelings when he's so used to fighting them. He needs to confront his issues or forever be locked in place, never finding a place where he fits.

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If people want more recs I can post them, but honestly the only way I continue something is by people liking what I post, as it's very motivating for me.

Please suggest something, like if you want me to find fics on something I can do that, but I also really want to write some fics of your choice. If you'd like me to write a fic, (I'll basically write anything since I have buckets of free time), go onto my main blog which is here and request something:

Oatmeal-3 (My main blog)

Thanks again,

-Oat

[llondonfog]

twst (horror) tober — day 1 (listen)

and we're back for round 2!! to keep my sanity this year, i'm going to do my best to keep prompts to ~500 words. if some go longer, then more delight for us all, but this is to keep my expectations manageable and who knows? perhaps i might come back to some of these prompts the way that i still am so very fond of 2022's twstober drabbles :) anyways, i do hope you enjoy the first day's piece! (fun fact: this is a snippet from a fic idea i have buried away....) and of course, these will eventually go up on ao3 when i have the time<3

➤ Day 1: Listen | "Listen to me!"

Sebek is haunted.

Not in the way that his family and friends and neighbors who pass him by on the street and cast him pitying, sorrowful glances think— but oh, how he wishes that he was.

He hears their whispers and murmured commiseration, the hushed voices that speak of a lonely boy lost to the clutches of the unforgiving woods. They shake their heads weighed with grief like the cattails by the river, unable to imagine the gruesome sight that one of their own had stumbled upon— ah, but it was the nature of the world they bargained to live in. A true shame, a tragic reminder, that the youngest Zigvolt was fated to learn such realities from the death of his dearest friend.

Sebek does not correct them.

It is better to let them believe that his drained expression was on account of having found Silver's body mauled in the woods by the animals they are familiar with, rather than the true ones that lurk deep within those ancient glades. It is better to let them cling to their ignorance, to think that the madness of paranoia scratching at his spine is only too understandable by having to discover one's best friend at the scene of his death and the ensuring nightmares that would follow— not that he doesn't have nightmares, that is to say, only that the contents contain horrific figures very much among the living.

Either way, his family knows no better when they find him tangled within his bedsheets, trembling and choking on Silver's name.

No, Sebek is haunted by a presence far too real than the ghost of memory, and his unnerved fingers twitch in the curtains of his bedroom window as his sleep-deprived gaze blinks out to the forest's edge where he can see them.

Three figures where there had once been only two, weaving in and out of the tree line like fish in the stream beneath the call of the moonlight. If he squints, he can make out the lethal curl of dark ivory spouting from the top of one of the figures, and the way that the smaller of the trio does not touch the ground as it tugs their newest member along in a macabre vision of a dance that Sebek cannot pull his gaze away from no matter how hard he tries. There is no mistaking the gleam of familiar silver hair in the beguiling welcome of the night— and even from a mile away, Sebek can all too clearly hear the words that smiling, laughing mouth is speaking, as if Silver himself stood directly behind him in the stillness of his bedroom.

(He wonders if he turns to look, if the boy will surely be there as Sebek remembers him last; blood-stained and smiling so sweetly even in death as Sebek had found him, reaching in the dirt as if to take the hand of one who had led him to his doom.)

"Malleus begs of you to join us, he misses you terribly," Silver's voice all but sings against his strained thoughts, tremors anew bursting down his spine like shrapnel. "Please, Sebek— don't you remember the promises we made? Father came back for me, just as he said he would."

That thing is NOT your father, Sebek wishes to shout and scream in spite of how it would wake his entire family to the horrors lurking outside, the entities cursed to wander the woods and tempt those desperate enough to find solace in their gleaming smiles. But Silver is right, as he often is; Sebek does remember— he remembers a childhood of playing in the woods with Silver, an orphan his family had come to foster and adore. He remembers two imaginary friends who could breathe fire and fly, who could coax butterflies to dance along the breeze and flowers to bloom into the prettiest of crowns. He remembers how much Silver would cling to the affections of a figure with burning crimson eyes, and how much he would the same for a being that smiled down at him with crinkled emeralds older than time itself.

As he had grown older, such strange fantasies had become just that: the result of lonely and imaginative children left to their own devices, spinning stories in the fertile soil of an enchanting landscape. Sebek did not question the time Silver continued to spend within the shadowed trees, for the other boy always did have a unique aptitude for the local wildlife, nor did he find himself with time to spare to wonder about the dreamy smile Silver would often return with, or the odd snatches of unfamiliar songs he'd hear the boy humming tunelessly to himself.

In hindsight, he'd have grabbed a torch and burnt the whole fucking forest down.

Sebek's fingers force themselves to move with a herculean effort that he did not know himself to possess, yanking the curtains shut and blocking out the terrifying sight as Silver's voice rises and fades like radio static, a nauseating sickness pitching forward in his stomach.

"We're supposed to be a family now, Sebek, aren't you listening? Can you not hear them call for you too? I won't let them leave here without you, I promise we'll stay and wait—"

They'd already waited forty-five days. Sebek rocks forward on his heels, squeezing his eyes shut and swallows a hoarse, empty sob.

How many more remained until he found himself walking out to join them?

[twisted-tales-told]

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HI RAE

This ask game

🍿 top 3 fics at the moment

Ok.

Here’s the thing. I cannot post them because I fear being made fun of for the ship I’m currently obsessed with. Rae, you would make fun of me (aka see u on discord bestie)

BUT I will post 3 Different favs.

As you wish by orphan account

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Antis can @ me idc. This fic is amazing.

Raise the Black by valleydean

Destiel, pirate au. Enough said. I’m obsessed with it.

The En Avant universe by Bluerosebouquet

This universe. It might just be my favourite jegulus I’ve ever read. Definitely my second favourite regulus ever (first being Ahb regulus my little meow meow who lives in my pocket (canon by @otrtbs)

My friend @ifyoucandaniel actually binded this fic for me as the most special present ever. Like, she made it?? For me?? Because I’m so obsessed with it and am too broke to bind it myself right now.

I actually remember the moment I found it. I was on the bus to my 8am intro to publishing class in Mississauga Ontario. It was exactly 6:48 am, it had 8 chapters published. I read all 8, MISSED my stop, and had to RUN from the Mississauga mall to my classroom.

Anyways it affected me on an atomic level. I will talk about it for hours.

☄️ - most unpopular opinion about a fandom character

I have so many. I’m very picky about the marauders characters because I have such a clear vision of them in my head I can’t read most fic out there. I hate most regulus’s, I hate all but 2 Barty’s,

But I think my most unpopular opinion about a fandom character is when they make regulus “cool” or like. Outgoing. That man is an introvert. I always quote Soph once saying “he’s prickly not plucky” and nat saying he’s a wet cat out in the rain.

Rae u actually wrote one of my fav regulus’ which is funny because i know you hate him.

You also wrote my favourite Dorcas Ever and I basically picked up ur characterization of Dorcas & put her in In Our Midst (which I SWEAR is getting an update one day)

Uh I don’t really ship Marylily anymore I really like Dorlily but I also really like Dorlene so I’m always conflicted on which to write because I don’t ship Lily and Marlene so ???

This was a ramble.

Oh! I really hate Tim/Jason antis in the Batman fandom. Like I think that’s probably the most interesting dynamic you could possibly have & ppl don’t like it because ???? I don’t know man I think characters can have different dynamics in different aus. I think that’s cool & chill but people get so pissy about it.

I’ve rambled long enough.

[go-river-flows]

Sweet Visions of a flower

Summary: Syulang (OC) is an orphaned girl after the destruction of Hometree. She is constantly reminded of this by her amputated left leg though she no longer dreams of her deep trauma. She is betrayed by the very people she trusted, leaving her with nothing once again.

A/N: Im back from my break, and after deliberating for a while, I have finally finished Sweet Visions of a Flower. This has been a story I’ve struggled to write because there was so much to unpack. And initially, I wanted to write a sad ending but ended up writing a somewhat wholesome ending. I hated writing it, but I’m just glad this series has ended!

FINAL PART

Letting Quaritch take the lead, Ja explained how they waltzed back into Bridgehead and despite Adrmore’s harassment Quaritch just explained that they integrated with the Na’vi and were stripped of their gear so they couldn't communicate to her in Bridgehead. Ardmore was skeptical but let Quaritch continue. Whilst Adrmore dismissed all the recoms to have a private chat with Quaritch, they went ahead and started planting small bombs and their weaponry around Bridgehead, just in case they needed them.

Almost getting caught a few times but playing it cool, whenever someone stopped to question them. After completing their tasks, they finally gathered at the entrance, ready to blow the Bridgehead sky high. But what they forgot to account for was Fike and Brown’s intense loyalty to Quaritch when Ardmore finally caught onto what was happening. Aiming her gun towards their Colonel, Fike dove in front taking a bullet for his superior officer. Brown died trying to save Fike, as the Colonel was being dragged away by Zhang just as Bridgehead was exploding, taking a shard of metal through his chest whilst protecting Quaritch. Warren noticed Lyle wasn’t with the group when Bridgehead exploded, who ran through the maze of flames to find him, only to come across Quaritch managing to lead him out, but ran back into the burning mass to find Lyle, and that was the last they saw of him as the metal construction frames began falling. It was chaos. When he didn't come back out, they all knew he had perished. Hell, they though Lyle died in the fire too, that was until Prager decided to walk the perimeter yelling out his name, stumbling across me with Lyle. 

Which leads us up to now. Ja just held me as we sat in silence. The recoms mourning their friends, comrades and brother in arms. I could tell Quaritch was taking it the hardest, he let his friends die. Lyle was still unconscious with a terrible injury, Prager trying his best to deal with it.

“We should go back to High Camp. Get Lyle the help he needs,” Quaritch finally said, standing up and calling for his ikran, Cupcake. The others sighed heavily doing the same. I did the same, calling for Azui. I contemplated telling Quaritch about Jake. About what he said, but I feared that he would react horribly. Best not add fuel to the fire. Turning to my palulukan, I just told her to follow after mounting my ikran, and we flew back to High Camp. I kept my eye on Quaritch, knowing that same grief and pain of losing people who you care about. 

Entering the vertical entrance of High Camp, we were greeted by our clanspeople. Jake, Neytiri and the kids are nowhere in sight. Ja and I rushed to Prager’s side, helping to grab Lyle from upon his ikran. The two of us rushed toward the healing tent. Throwing the flap open, Ninat was there with Mo’at. Ja gently lay Lyle on a cot before Mo’at checked his gaping wound. 

“This injury is too great. He has broken bones and requires surgery,” the tent flap was thrown open as Quaritch entered in a frenzy. It was hard to watch his face contort into stricken sorrow. I couldn't help but feel anguish for Quaritch. Ja must have noticed my shoulders fall, leading me out the tent and brushing tears from my cheek. Being back in High Camp reminded me of Jake and Neytiri. I felt angry, but also guilty for the way I spoke to them, seeing Lyle in his unconscious and vulnerable state in comparison to his stoic, yet somewhat endearing goofy side reminded me of Jake. I should apologise to them. 

Hugging Ja in a bone-crushing embrace, I pulled away before going to search for the Olo’eyktan and Tsakarem. Heading toward the Sully tent, I pushed the flap open and peeked in. It was empty…I didn't know what to say. Speeding toward the second location, the science lab. I pulled open the door finding Norm and Max chatting to one another, having not seen me yet.

“Hi Norm. Where is Jake?” his expression morphed into shock.

“Syulang?! You're still here? I thought you went with Jake,” he said. 

“Went with Jake where?” my brows furrowed in mass confusion.

“T–They left…They’re gone Syulang,” my jaw dropped. They did it after all. They've abandoned me. 

“Oh…Thanks Norm,” I turned not saying anything else, leaving the lab. I felt cold. My nerves completely numb as my head went blank. I was right after all. I cried…no. Wept. Through tears, I stumbled back to the empty Sully kelku. The only things there were my belongings that had been untouched since the early morning. 

I cried into my hands, curling my body into the woven floor. I didn't hear anyone enter, but I felt their warm hand on my back.

“W-What’s going on?” Quaritch’s deep voice stuttered, trying to piece together why the tent was empty besides a small pile of my things. I looked up at his searching face. “Where’s Sully?” 

I sniffled, “They’re gone. They’ve left,” I wiped my eyes, “They've left me,” I choked between sobs. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, taking me into his arms, swaying me like a fussing child.

“That's not all…” I didn't want to hesitate any more, “...He wanted to kill you. He wanted to kill your warriors. He told me…he told me that the only thing stopping him was me. So he brought you into High Camp to keep an eye on you…He didn't trust you…He never trusted you…But I though he did. Then he said that he was going to leave the clan,” I confessed, “I confronted him and I asked…I asked him if I was the same…he didn't say ‘no’ and he didn't say ‘yes’ either. I wanted to tell you earlier, but…” Quaritch hushed me as I began to break down again. “I vouched for you. I was the only one who stood up for you…for the others.”

I looked at the na’vi next to me, his expression was hardened. Furious. His eyes met mine.

“Listen to me, that man is nothing but a liar. He’s betrayed me once before and it cost me my life. But hell would I let it happen to you. His daughter,” I have never heard Quaritch speak like that before, it was almost…soft. 

“I'm not his daughter – I never have been. Just someone he had to keep an eye on,” I rectified, as if I had a moment of clarity as old memories surfaced, “I was only there to watch his children, to be their protector, babysitter, a provider, a warrior – all those things. But not his daughter,” remembering the little times he’d call me by that word, but never in front of others. Did he really mean it, or was it just pretend? I could feel his eyes on the profile of my face, observing my profile.

“If you were my daughter, I would be the proudest father on Pandora,” Quaritch clicked his tongue, “Okay. Guys, I know you’re listening.”  There was a shuffling outside the tent, Ja, Mansk, Z-Dog, Lopez, Walker and Prager poked their heads into view. All with a look of disappointment. The lot of them filed into the tent one after another, no longer wearing their human clothes. Ja came to sit by my side, shooting Quaritch a look.

“With all due respect Colonel, please get your hand off my girl.” Quaritch retracted his hands, raising them in surrender, Ja pulled me into his lap wrapping his arms around my torso.

“What do I do now?” I just ask into the air. No one answers but looks at me, “what do we do now?” I ask looking at the other recoms. “There’s no more humans. You can do what you want now, you’re free.” Their ears perk up and their tails wag a little.

“Oh! I would love to explore more of Pandora!” Z-Dog exclaimed.

“I want to travel too!” Lopez piped up.

“I would like to settle down,” Mansk spoke up.

“Honestly, settling down sounds good,” Walker added.

“I want to learn more about healing!” Prager exclaimed. We all turned to look at Quaritch, whose ears perked a little.

“Uhh, I could train the warriors. But I wouldn’t mind travelling a bit, then maybe settle down somewhere,” Quaritch said. His answer was a bit unexpected, the other recoms looked a little surprised. 

“What about you Ja? Syulang?” I looked at Ja for a moment before speaking, “I want to stay, someone has to lead the clan and protect it.”

“Then I’ll stay too. I want to be by your side,” Ja said. I couldn’t help but smile at his small acknowledgement.

What I didn’t know was that the role of Olo’eyktan was passed onto Tarsem, a young warrior who was born to lead. He was horrified to find that I was left behind by his former leader. Though he was happy to pass the role onto his former Olo’eyktan’s oldest adopted daughter. And so I became the first female leader of the clan and was officially courted by Ja. And much to Quaritch’s surprise I made him the teacher and leader of the warriors and those to come. In the end, I found a new family in the group of Recoms, former outcasts of the humans. Lyle, unfortunately had to have his leg amputated, but was fitted with a metal prosthetic leg much like mine and spent most of his time recovering.

You can say that the story ends happily, well almost…

Five years later…

I climbed onto my ikran, my little girl strapped to my front as Ja helped me on. Lyle did the same, checking his pack of belongings with some scientific equipment. Max finally showed up yawning at the early departure. Lyle reached down to grab him, Max sitting on the front of him.

“How long will it take to get there again?” Lyle asked once again.

“it’s the same answer Lyle, nine hours. Thirteen including breaks.

“Are you sure we should be flying for thirteen hours? You look like you're gonna pop before we get there,” referencing my pregnant belly.

“Oh you're soooo funny, Lyle,” Ja said sarcastically, climbing onto his own ikran, “That’s my wife you're talking to, and your Goddaughter or Godson in her belly.” 

“Damn right! And I can’t wait to meet them by the way…” Lyle exclaimed excitedly. 

“Let’s go! We have a long ride ahead!” I got tired of their bickering, making sure my daughter, just barely four years old, was comfortable, “Are you comfortable Lili?” She nodded whilst yawning. The sun had yet to rise as we left our Hometree. A while ago, whilst searching for a habitable giant tree for my clan to make into their home, Ja and I had to land due to a storm, finding the most perfect giant tree that was uninhabited. We spent the night there and let’s just say that was how our first child was conceived. 

“Tell me again the reason why we have to fly nine…no thirteen hours to visit Awa’atlu again?” Lyle huffed. 

“There was a message sent around Pandora to all human ally settlements. Ours just happen to be one. Max was the one to receive the message and as Olo’eyktan, I couldn’t just let him go to it alone.”

“That makes sense, but why is Lili coming? Surely she should stay home with her Aunty Walker.”

“She should see the other places on Pandora as well. Ya know? Might as well since she keeps hearing stories from Aunt Z and Uncle Lopez.”

“Ah, that's why she wanted to go. Plus! It’s my first time travelling to a sea clan. I heard from Z-Dog and Lopez that it’s a literal paradise!” I could hear Lyle’s grin.

We took off out of the jungle, heading toward the sea clans. Taking breaks every three to four hours to let out ikran rest. Arriving the the azure waters the very next day in the early afternoon. On our break just before arriving, Ja helped me dress in my Olo’eyktan cloak, a blue painted cape with yellow, green and red feathers. Taking our little girl to sit with him on the last leg of the ride as Max sat with me. 

Flying toward the village, I flew around looking for a place to land our ikrans. Opting to land on a sand bank. I disconnected tsaheylu gliding down my ikrans wing, Max sliding down onto the white warm sand. A group of teal coloured Na’vi gathered as the clan’s leader approached, wearing a similar looking cape.

“Olo’eyktan Tonorwari, I see you,” I greeted him formally, plucking my fingers from my head as Max did the same. Ja and Lyle did the same out of respect, my little daughter copying her father as she was being carried in his arms. 

“Olo’eyktan Syulang (daughter of mother and father (not Jake and Neytiri’s names)). It is a pleasure to finally meet you, I have heard the many stories of the legendary leader,” my ears perked up quizzically.

“Oh no, I am not legendary. I am merely a leader who takes care of her people,” I bow to him.

“And just as humble as they say,” he chuckled.

“They?” 

“Why travellers of course, two jungle dwellers just as yourself,” Ugh, Z-Dog and Lopez, what did you tell them? Lyle and Ja’s ears perked, instantly knowing who it was. I just bow my head hiding a smile. Returning to face Tonowari, his mate Ronal appeared not too far, a darker blue figure approached with her. I squinted my eyes trying to put a finger on the familiarity. Neytiri. Her expression morphed into a shock as she walked closer with Ronal. Tonowari, noticing my gaze turned to see his wife, gesturing to introduce her. I greeted her much like I greeted Tonowari.

“Ronal. Tsahik of the Metkayina, I see you,” bowing as I pluck my fingers from my palm, Lyle and Ja did the same formally greeting her, Lili mirroring her father’s actions. Acknowledging the Tsahik, though I did not greet my former mother figure. The Tsahik greeted me back, before looking to my companions, her daze followed Lyle as her eyes fell to his false leg, then mine. 

“So this is the infamous leader of the Omatikaya clan. I have heard stories about you. The first woman clan leader of the Omatikaya clan,” she stated, “Syulang, I see you.” 

The darker blue woman stared wide-eyed. Three familiar faces popped up not too far away, their expressions were the same. All jaw slacked and wide-eyed. 

“So, why is it that humans were called here?” I addressed Tonowari.

“Ah, straight to the point, I see,” Tonowari gestured for me to follow, I turned to face Max for him to follow along too. 

“Lyle, the equipment?” Max called for him, as Lyle started to untie the ropes holding the equipment together. Ja let our daughter down from his arms and my little girl ran to my leg, holding my blue limb.

“Come my dear,” I picked her up into my arms as Max followed the tall teal blue Na’vi, passing by Neytiri without batting an eye. Ja helped Lyle with the equipment as I followed the leader and max to a large woven hut. There inside was already a group of humans that I’ve never seen before with leaders of other clans from other parts of Pandora. We greeted each other and Max introduced himself to the group of scientists and soldiers who turned their backs on the RDA. One was a former Colonel, who was located in the wetlands, another was a scientist from the cold ice plains. The others were notable members of scientists in different regions of water and desert plains.  And there in the far corner, was the former leader of the Omatikaya clan. His head whipped up so quickly as an expression of recognition morphed into  horror, recognising the human and Na’vi in front of him. My eyes turned cold when I saw him. Jake Sully. My pupils dilated into slits. My daughter noticed my cold expression and clung to my shoulders even more. 

“Sa’nu,” she quietly said. I held my daughter closer to my body. Jake’s expression didn’t change as I sat down next to another leader. Soon Lyle and Ja entered the woven hut with the science equipment, setting it down on the side. When they looked up to see the other humans and clan leaders, they noticed Jake in the corner and old feelings returned. Their distaste for him returned as the memory of me telling them that they left the Omatikaya clan was burned into their memories. Lyle and Ja were by my side in an instant sitting next to me, their overprotective nature appeared as Lyle reached to take his goddaughter from my arms, as she snuggled into his arms. Tonowari watched in both curiosity and unknowing, unsure about the situation and the reactions of the two dark blue Na’vi staring daggers at the former Olo’eyktan. 

“So why has this meeting been called?” One of the other leaders questioned. Tonowari cleared his throat before a human stood up.

“Hi, I’m Selsi Ku. I grew up here in Awa’atlu along with my older sister, about five years ago before the RDA finally left Pandora — after a major incident at one of the facilities. I was able to breach the firewall of the facility and hack into the database to get information. I found something….which needed confirmation from individuals such as yourselves….humans,” the woman explained, “unfortunately I needed access from someone much higher up in rank but was unsure about who currently resides Pandora with such rank, therefore, a signal was sent out to human outposts around Pandora. And why I needed medical equipment,” she gestured to the equipment we brought with us. “The Omatikaya clan was the closest with the most advanced medical equipment as well as expertise,” she gave a nod to Max.

“What is this regarding, exactly?” One of the scientists from the Ice plains asked.

“About humans being able to breathe Pandora air…. Without a mask,” there was a collective gasp.

“What? No, that’s impossible! Pandoran air is completely toxic to us humans…Is that even possible?”

“I believe so….But before I could find more information, I lost signal and connection. I went out to investigate the facility and found it completely destroyed, like a massive explosion destroyed it,” when Selsi said this, I whipped my head to look at Lyle and Ja who gave a sheepish look. 

“That may have been us…” Lyle popped up.

“Was it on a coast, partially in a forest and partially on water….?” Ja asked. Selsi nodded with a confused look.

“Sorry about that…we didn’t know someone was hacking Bridgehead. We kind of…staged a coup,” Lyle chuckled nervously. Selsi’s expression changed to a new expression.

“Are you two avatars?” She questioned. Lyle and Ja looked at each other before raising their hands, showing their five fingers. My daughter looked at her father and godfather, mimicking their actions, raising her five finger hand. 

“But…now we’re full Na’vis. Did our iknimaya and everything. We’re recognised as Na’vi now,” Ja confessed. I wasn’t looking at Jake until that moment, but I turned to face him and his expression was different, sad almost, disappointed. Tonowari nodded, like he was proudly approving. And with that Jake stood and left rather quickly. Lyle’s eyes followed the former Olo’eyktan, slightly peeved at Jake’s behaviour. I gently rested my hand on Lyle’s knee shooting a slight sympathetic look. 

“Thankfully I was able to save most of the data on an external data port, most if not all the information was saved,” Doctor Ku held up her tablet screen showing the info and the scientists gathered. The clan leaders left the communal kelku as the scientists got straight to work.

Tonowari, guided the clan leaders to their temporary homes on a quiet part of the island. I walked with Ja as Lyle played with his goddaughter on the beach. Building what he called a “sand castle”, whatever that was. As my husband and I spent a few quiet moments together before four faces slid into view in the corner of my eye, I turned with a questioning look with an eyebrow raised. It was Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri and little Tuktirey, who was not so little any more. They didn't say anything as the four of them charged me tackling me to the sand clutching on as tightly as they could.

“Tsumuke! Sister!” they all yelled. They all looked at me with tears in their eyes, the emotional rollercoaster they must have felt for over five years must have broken them. I returned the hug, feeling nothing but a wave of suppressed emotions bubble to the surface. I let my tears out, happy to see them. 

“Oh… My brothers. My sisters. I missed you so much….I'm so sorry….I'm so sorry….” I clutched onto them for dear life. Though my large belly was in the way. It must have been hard for them, being away for too long. “Oh, my little Tuk…all grown up…” I rubbed my thumb over her cheeks, before moving onto Kiri, Neteyam and Lo’ak. 

“Mama…” My little daughter called out to me. The four kids turned to look at the little girl, their eyes wide in shock. 

“That's my daughter, Lili,” I told the four of them. 

“Daughter? I'm an Aunt?” Kiri asked, to which I smiled.

“I'm about to have another…” I rubbed my belly.

“But…Tsumuke, what are you doing here? And what's with the getup?” Neteyam questioned.

“Oh. I'm the Olo’eyktan of our clan…”

Their faces morphed into shock again before they bombarded me with questions, occasionally asking about the belly and my daughter. I chuckled at their antics.

“Mawey. Mawey….I’ll answer all your questions. Yes, she’s my daughter. Yes, I'm about to have another. No, Lyle is not the father, it’s Ja’s. Both of them are. Yes, I became Olo’eyktan. No, Ja is not the Tsahik…No, I didn't forget about any of you…and Quaritch is now teaching and general of the clan’s warriors…Is that all?”

“Can you forgive your old man?” Jake’s familiar figure walked onto the beach, he knelt down with his head down in shame. I looked up at Jake, his sudden appearance though not startling was a bit of a damper on the happy reunion. Ja who was next to me, put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, reminding me that he was there. I shuffled closer to Jake, kneeling in front of him.

“Yes,” Jake looked up at me with a sad expression, “You broke me, but yes. I forgive you. For what it's worth…I forgiven you a while ago…I came to terms with it when I became Olo’eyktan. I understand why you left, but it was stupid…Selfish even. The way we ended things wasn't what I hoped for…But you do have someone to apologise to.” 

“Yes…anything to say sorry,” Jake said. I breathed out his name.

“Qu– Miles…Apologise to Miles…” 

Jake was stunned, he knew that this would happen eventually but he was still shocked by the bluntness.

“Yes. I have to, don't I?”

I simply nodded my head.

“He followed through with his mission. He destroyed the RDA for the sake of the Na’vi…He betrayed his own people for the sake of our planet…Like you did all those years ago.”

“I understand.”

“But…For now,” I looked over to my daughter, gesturing for her to come over, “Meet your granddaughter,” Jake’s eyes flicked over to the approaching little girl, “This is Lili.”

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[scarlet--wiccan]

I’m starting to read Wanda’s comics and I’m a bit confused by Marya and Django’s story. I know that they are her adoptive parents- but what happened to them? They were attacked and Django died but Marya survived?

I know there are a few twists and surprises, but I feel like this shouldn't be that confusing. It's all spelled out very clearly on the Marvel wiki, if you need a quick summary, and, just as a reminder, I do have a reading guide linked in my blog directory that's designed to walk you through when and where Wanda's backstory was established.

In the current version of canon, Marya and Django Maximoff are Wanda and Pietro's maternal aunt and uncle-- Django's sister, Natalya, is their birth mother. Django and Marya raised the twins from birth, as Natalya felt that her life as a witch was too dangerous, however, the family's location was given to the High Evolutionary by a local priest, and the children were abducted and taken to Mount Wundagore. Natalya apparently died while attempting to stage a rescue, but the circumstances of her death are still a mystery, and the twins were eventually returned to Django and Marya's care.

When Wanda and Pietro were young adolescents, the family was attacked by a racist mob and the covered wagon they lived in was set on fire. The children were separated from their guardians and believed them both to be dead. As a result of this trauma, they both experienced selective amnesia. Django and Marya were separated from each other, and Django was struck on the head, apparently causing memory problems which persisted for the rest of his life. Marya was severely burned, resulting in facial disfigurement.

As young adults, Wanda and Pietro are reunited with Django, who had been living in Russia, but comes to New York to find them after seeing the Avengers in a newspaper. They agree to return with him to Transia to learn more about their past and recover their memories. Upon arriving, Wanda is accosted by Modred and taken to Mount Wundagore, where she is possessed by Chthon for the first time. Django helps Pietro and the Avengers rescue her, but passes away shortly after. [Avengers (1963) #181-188]

Django never reveals Natalya's identity, and they never realize that the couple who raised them were their aunt and uncle. Some time later, the twins are approached by Magneto, who believes that he is their biological father, and so Wanda and Pietro spend most of their adult lives believing that they are the children of Max and his late wife, Magda. [Vision & Scarlet Witch (1983)] Years later, after discovering that this is not true, Wanda makes contact with Natalya's spirit for the first time, and returns to Europe to dig up more information on her family's history. Her search leads her to an old friend of Natalya's named Dasha, who reveals to Wanda that Marya actually survived the fire and is now living in a remote part of Serbia. Wanda drives out to meet Marya, and the two share a tearful reunion as Marya finally explains the full truth of Wanda and Pietro's origins. [Scarlet Witch (2016)]

And that is the current state of Wanda and Pietro's parentage-- they were raised by their maternal aunt and uncle, but the family was separated when the twins were still kids. Everybody survived, but Marya and Django each thought the other was dead and the twins, who experienced trauma-induced amnesia, believed they were orphans. Django died years later after reuniting with Wanda and Pietro, and Marya, by all accounts, is still alive.

[memekeymouse]

I just remembered I had this old AU i never really elaborated on and. man. man. man

genuinely though. how has no one banked on the horror aspects of this. they have the same roles and similar personalities and even the same gags/episode plots. PLEASE understand my vision

What I picture happened was that oswald and ortensia were walt and ub’s beloved toon stars but then lost the rights to them to universal, nothing changed there

……..except that walt and ub are NOT okay with just handing them over to universal. They were just beginning to become famous! Do you have any idea how hard it would be to replicate toons like that from scratch??? yeah, they’re not gonna do all that song and dance again

of course there’s the whole copyright law thing to take into account. so what they do is basically [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] and then Mickey and Minnie come to be!

At first (Plane Crazy/Galloping Gaucho era) they act….off. Because their hearts don’t ‘recognize’ them as they are, they don’t act as intended at first. But then walt gets the idea of replicating the same gags/episodes to ‘trick’ the hearts and make the mice more like ‘themselves’. This all sounds like bullshit as I’m typing it because it is but somehow it works. Mickey and Minnie’s personalities become more defined and people love them as they used to love Oswald and Ortensia

However, they still have odd behavior from time to time, becoming more and more frequent. Feelings of deja vu and having memories of things that never happened, calling each other by the wrong names and seeing the wrong faces/hearing the wrong voices, being uncomfortable around mirrors…….or around their creators

To the humans, Oswald and Ortensia never showing up again is more like a case of lost property so after long, nobody cares about them anymore. To toons though, it’s pretty much a missing persons’ case. Where did they go? What happened to them? And how could their studio replace them with these newcomers SO quickly??? Minnie and Mickey are made to feel like replacements by other toons yet no one realizes how literal that is

Only the very few Toons from ‘before’ begin to suspect there’s something off (Pete, Felix the Cat, Fanny, mmmmmaybe Julius?). Felix in particular was close with Oswald and Ortensia, and he befriends the mice too but at the same time can’t help but resent them for replacing his friends specially where they’re just. so. alike

At first I was like “wait does this mean the bunny children are technically orphans now” and then I realized…..the orphans. the hundreds of mice orphans that love mickey and also might as well be his and minnie’s kids. They fulfill the same role but by being less personal than his actual kids. I guess they got [REDACTED] by Walt and Ub too so that’s what they look like now

Mickey and Minnie growing more paranoid and isolated but somehow they trust completely on each other almost as if….they’ve known each other for much longer……haha weird……..

[dailycharacteroption]

Roleplaying Races 15: Orang-Pendak

(art by young920 on DeviantArt)

And so we come to the final entry of the week, and it’s a First Edition ancestry that… well, I kinda thought was lame when I first saw it.

I don’t think I can be blamed though. After all, the orang-pendak are a species of sapient primates (already done with the vanara) that are based in part on folklore of ape-people living in the forest (also vanara) that are only really set apart by their small size with surprising strength and their unique aversion to riding on mounts or in vehicles. With only that bestiary entry to go off of, it’s easy to see why they’d be another bestiary-orphan ancestry.

But is there more to them? Certainly!

In the real world, orang-pendek (so glad to have validation that spelling it with an ‘e’ is ok) are beings from Indonesian folklore, specifically Sumatran, where the people have stories of the “short people of the forest”, which were similar to the orangutan, but different, more human-like. Certain accounts from islanders claim they are smart enough to use tools and could sometimes be territorial and violent.

Now, regardless of whether these tales are true or merely folklore based on misinterpreted sightings of orangutans or insular forest-dwelling societies, but the nature of the story has naturally attracted the attention of both legitimate biologists and cryptozoologists alike.

In any case, the Pathfinder version does not list a specific nation in the bestiary entry, but it can be assumed that they are from parts of Tian Xia. Additionally, they are described as a distant relation to sasquatches, and are just as shy and insular.

The orang-pendak are small humanoid apes covered in shaggy fur that ranges from brown to a rusty red-orange. As such, it’s easy to see how they could be mistaken for orangutans or gibbons from a distance. However, their proportions are more akin to a human’s or halflings, albeit with a hunched posture.

They are also semi-nomadic gatherers that only really hunt to round out their diet with protein, and spend most of the time subsisting on the world around them before moving on in order to minimize their impact on their surroundings. Beyond this, they are a close-knit people that are shy and distrustful of outsiders.

Surprisingly strong for their size, orang-pendaks are also empathetic and wise, but their lack of formal education hampers them somewhat.

Familiar as they are with forest terrain, they are adept at climbing and hiding within the foliage.

They also possess excellent night vision.

Orang-pendaks however, become easily unnerved and motion sick when being moved by forces other than their own autonomy, making riding mounts or in vehicles difficult and outright undesirable for them.

Their kinship with the other apes they share their territory with makes it easy for them to get along with other primates.

Their surprising upper body strength also makes them shockingly adept at destroying objects as well.

It’s nice to see a small ancestry that not only doesn’t have a strength penalty, but has a strength bonus, making those small barbarian or fighter builds much more viable. Their wisdom also lends itself well to rangers and druids, or even clerics. On the other hand, however, that intelligence penalty does make arcane magic builds somewhat limited, but the real kicker is their Own Two Feet weakness, which basically makes classes and archetypes with mounts, such as cavalier or samurai, difficult to play without using archetypes that remove and replace the mount with something more useful, to say nothing of the difficulties of overland travel in adventures where mounts or vehicles would be the superior way to travel. Like all weaknesses, however, they can be surmounted.

That does it for this week, and I hope you enjoyed it. This is the second to last time we’ll be able to do this for first edition ancestries, but fret not, I already have plans to continue into 2nd Edition, not to mention continuing to look at species from Starfinder!

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Got some more questions for today :)

1: you said earlier they like mortal kombat, do they play the theme song while training with each other?

2: I saw a earlier post of yours when Jake got hurt and his sister, Damian, Chris, and Jon were all hugging him, are they super close similar to the teen titans friend group?

3: what’s the saddest thing they saw or experienced?

4: what year were they born in?

5: do they have customized controllers for video games, like Chris have a dark blue remote with the Nightwing symbol on it?

1. Oh me oh my yes they definitely will. They even have some videos recorded by Mar’i of doing just that

2. Very much there exists a strong friendship between the Graysons and Kents as that one image demonstrates. This also extends to their respective teams as well. It’s a trait they e inherited from their parents, primarily the Titans over Clark to an extent since The Justice League might close together as a team but the Titans are de facto family to each other and that level of connection extends to their children no doubt about it.

3. For Chris, it was the sounds of all the innocent civilians, men, women and even children, moaning and crying out in pain all across the globe from the immediate aftermath of Zod’s attack. He can hear with absolute clarity from the bones cracking underneath the weight of all those collapsed buildings to the tiniest drops of blood leaking onto the floor from a variety of places all over. His x ray vision on Metropolis alone certainly didn’t help since he’s able to see all of the suffering first hand. The worst part though, since his entrance paved the way for this travesty in the first place, it was all his fault as far as he’s concerned

Then there’s Jake; while seeing all those slain street orphans in that abandoned orphanage in their beds, said orphans loaded onto those vans, taken to the nearest medical examiner’s office and placed into storage for examinations later, all of that is a top candidate for the most heartbreaking experience of his life. Yet there’s one more simple sight that always gets to him no matter how much he’s seen it. It’s seeing his parents be emotional whenever it’s the anniversary of the day they lost their respective parents. He doesn’t like seeing the people who live his sister and him the most in tears of their own and wants to help them feel better no matter how hard it is

4. If we go take this very year into account and calculate their birthdays based on it;

Chris was born on 2011

Jake was born around 2012 to 2013, depending on on if you want to make this year the one when he turns 10 or have him already that age

5. Yep they sure do! Chris will be as described in the ask while I can see Jake’s has light blue on the handle parts while the center part can be yellow with his own symbol plaster over as well.

Thanks so much for the asks friend. They’re fun :-) @gothicghost2000

[holdharmonysacred]

thinking about f/go and man. as much as people hype up kirschtaria.... i still just don’t like him. I don’t think he’s as much of a good person as he thinks he is once you get past his ridiculous charisma, and I don’t think the survival argument actually justifies everything he does.

Like the thing is that Kirsch doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to actually care about people as individuals even after his epiphany unless those individuals are personally close to him. Like, he was still very much a-okay with killing off everybody in PHH, his plan to backstab the foreign god was only designed to force his own vision of a good future onto the people of the Olympus lostbelt, to hell with all of the other people in PHH who could be like his dead orphan friend. I think it’s pretty telling that we literally never see him interacting with any of the actual regular people of his lostbelt, only the Olympians, and he’s going about his “I’m going to make everyone gods!” plan without ever stopping to consider how these specific people are going to handle it. He’s the kind of guy who is rapidly hurtling towards being the “cares more about the land he rules than the people who live in it” type of guy, hes just Nicer(TM) about it than most.

Like, I’ll give him some credit in that I think some of this is ultimately just Nasu doing an oopsie when writing him and getting high on his own farts, it’s kind of a classic Nasu themes mistake he does that he can get too high on the beauty of an Ideal(TM) and forget that he’s supposed to also be criticizing it as well. But even taking that into account, I just don’t think Kirsch is a good guy. I think he’s a nice guy, and that he can be a total goober around people he cares about, but I don’t think he’s a good guy. Because nice and good just aren’t the same thing.

[eregyrn-falls]

Ugh this gets long so I will add it in text:

Loved: Never Cry Wolf by Farley Mowat. (Everyone else in the class hated it.)

Hated: Ramona by Helen Hunt Jackson. (Nobody else in the class liked this one either.)

I think these were both in 7th grade?

So: Never Cry Wolf is a fictionalized auto-bio account of studying wolves in a remote area of Canada in the late 1940s; published in 1963. This was extremely early in terms of wolf study; Mowat had been assigned to study wolves because of government concerns about declining caribou population. What he discovered was that wolves in reality were nothing like the popular misconception of them as bloodthirsty killers, and they were not responsible for over-hunting caribou (that was very clearly due to other humans). In the end, despite his report, the government sent someone in to exterminate the wolf-pack he'd studied.

The book has come in for criticism in more recent years, for its fictionalization, and anthropomorphism of the wolves being studied, among other things. But, I think context is important. When it was published in 1963, wolves were regarded only as vermin to be exterminated, and Mowat's aim was not to publish a scientific study, but a book that would make people sympathize with wolves as a species worth saving.

(I really connected with it because I was already interested in wolves and nature and stuff like that. I'm not sure why my classmates hated it, but I remember they thought it was dumb.)

Meanwhile: Ramona is a book written in 1884, about a mixed-race orphan girl (white and Native American), living in southern California after the Mexican-American war (late 1840s). It was hugely popular when it was published. The aim of the book... well, I'm going to quote from Wikipedia:

Jackson wrote Ramona three years after A Century of Dishonor, her non-fiction study of the mistreatment of Native Americans in the United States. By following that history with a novel, she sought to portray the Indian experience "in a way to move people's hearts."[5] She wanted to arouse public opinion and concern for the betterment of their plight, much as Harriet Beecher Stowe's novel Uncle Tom's Cabin had done for slaves.[6] Her success in this effort was limited.

Jackson intended Ramona to appeal directly to the reader's emotions. The novel's political criticism was clear, but most readers were moved by its romantic vision of colonial California under Spanish and Mexican rule. Jackson had become enamored of the Spanish missions in California, which she romanticized. The story's fictional vision of Franciscan churchmen, señoritas and caballeros permeated the novel and captured the imaginations of readers. Her novel characterized the Americans as villains and the Native Americans as "noble savages".[7]

Many American migrants had looked down on the Hispanic occupants of California when they arrived in the region. The new settlers from northern and midwestern states disparaged what they saw as a decadent culture of leisure and recreation among the elite Latinos, who had huge tracts of land, lived in a region with prevailing mild weather and unusually fertile soil, and relied heavily on Native American laborers. The new settlers favored the Protestant work ethic. This view was not universal, however. American settlers and readers in other regions were taken by Jackson's portrayal of the Spanish and Mexican society. Readers accepted the Californio aristocracy as portrayed and the Ramona myth was born.[8]

So I can see why this was a book that our English teacher wanted us to read and analyze. But I think we were really just too young for it. What I remember thinking was that the style of writing was extremely boring, and I couldn't connect with the characters. (And I want to point out that this is not simply because it was a book written in 1884; I was already reading and loving the original Sherlock Holmes stories, which were written around the same time.) I also think that the teacher probably did not set up the background described above, in order to explain why she wanted us to read it. And since this was in the early 80s, I'm pretty sure that the teacher would not have gotten into the problematic "noble savages" portrayal of Native Americans -- although it could have made for an interesting discussion about the tension between wanting to create sympathy in the audience for a group that were not really being sympathized with at the time of its writing, but why the impression it created was still not accurate and not respectful of that group.

In fact, writing this out now... I realize that there were some pretty direct similarities between the aim of these two books (which, yes, I encountered in the same class). But I don't remember the teacher trying to make that point. Hmm!

we were all forced to read “classics” in school so reblog and put the one you actually ended up liking a lot and the one you can’t fucking stand in the tags

my fave is Lord of the Flies and I ironically enough want to burn every copy of Fahrenheit 451. trash

[thethirdromana]

I started writing a Dracula fanfic called First Meetings and First Kisses, which was going to be about... well, the title pretty much covers it. But I'd also planned to have finished it round about now, which has definitely not happened.

In fact, I only ended up writing one of the first meetings, Jonmina, which I think is not quite canon-compliant due to further details that have been revealed in the daily emails since I wrote it.

Since I can't see myself writing any of the others, that's below the cut.

CW for mild period-typical racism.

JONATHAN HARKER’S JOURNAL

(Kept in shorthand)

Thursday, 6 February – Exeter – I thought I might have this evening for my journal, but Mr Hawkins surprised me this afternoon with an invitation to dinner. 

“Truthfully, Mr Harker, it would be a favour to me,” he said. “I have a young lady to dinner, Miss Murray. I used to invite my sister before her passing, but now it is only me, and I am afraid that I am terribly dull company for young ladies.”

I protested that my acquaintance with young ladies was scarcely greater, but he insisted.

“I should like Miss Murray to have more friends of her own age,” he added. “Like yourself, she is an orphan - in practice, if not in fact. Let me tell you about her.”

I put my papers to one side; it was clear there was to be no arguing with him. My employer is such a kind and genial man, I never like to gainsay him.

“She is of Indian stock. The Murrays are missionaries, and they adopted her as a baby from a situation of terrible squalor. She was then brought to England when she was not yet six, and a suitable establishment was found for her education. The Murrays placed some little money in trust for her, and I was appointed trustee.”

“In what manner does that make her an orphan?” I asked.

“The Murrays never left India, or if they did, I was not informed. She was raised by the school that I found for her. The trust has long since run out so my duties as trustee are discharged. It was barely sufficient for her education and I confess I supplemented it in order to keep her decently clothed. I am the closest thing she has to family now, though her school took her on as a teacher.”

It was a touching story, and I think Mr Hawkins saw I was moved.

“It would do me good to see her married,” he added, as if it had been an afterthought - though I suspected it was the purpose of the conversation and indeed the dinner itself! Mr Hawkins confirmed the suspicion by saying, “you need have no concern about the circumstances of her birth. She is quite the proper English lady.”

I did not enquire why I should have concerns about her birth particularly. I am surely too young, and too junior in my profession, to think of marrying. Nonetheless, it is kind of Mr Hawkins to think of me as someone who would make a good match for a young woman it seems he considers as the next thing to a daughter. 

I look forward to meeting Miss Murray at dinner, for all that I have no intention of marrying her.

~

Later – What a vision! What a delight! But I must try to record my feelings and experiences as they happened, for I think – for I hope – that I may have cause to look back on this account one day, of my first meeting with the woman who – no, I dare not write it! There are some dreams too wonderful and fragile to put into words. 

I can scarcely manage to describe her; I fear falling into cliché. She has dark hair and dark eyes. She is petite and… oh, how can I describe someone such as Miss Murray as if I were giving a description of a burglar to the police? I give up!

Mr Hawkins introduced her to me, and it came as no surprise to hear that among other things, she is responsible for the proper etiquette of her students, for she played her part in the introduction flawlessly.

Yet I don’t wish to give the impression that she did nothing more than act the role of “the Angel in the House”. She was an eager and intelligent participant in our conversation over dinner. Mr Hawkins and I discussed the details of one of our current cases (in the most general terms to preserve our client’s confidentiality) and she grasped the complexities immediately. She is committed to autodidacticism; she is teaching herself to type, as she believes this will be useful to her and to her students, and she seemed quite fascinated when I shared that I had recently mastered shorthand.

I felt as if in the course of that short dinner, I had learned more of her and revealed more to myself of her than I could say of anyone else in my whole life. I long to speak with her further; I long to hear her opinion on every matter. 

At the end of the dinner, I suggested that I might write to her, and she seemed to welcome the suggestion. Oh, Miss Murray, what an honour it would be even to be your correspondent! 

Words fail me. I must return to this account once I am of calmer mind, though I cannot think when that might be.

[amporella]

I stumbled upon your account and I've fallen in love 😭 style genuinely fuels the blood that runs thkigh my veins and it made me so giddily happy scrolling through your board! Thank you for being awesome, I am bowing,,,

Also! So sorry if this has already been asked, but do you have any style fic recs ? I like to think everyone in the style fandom collectively stares at their open Hollycomb ao3 tab upon being asked this question HAHA but aside from Hollycomb since you've already highlighted your favs from her, are there any others?

AHH thank you so much!!!! This is so sweet augh <3 style fuels the blood that runs through my veins too and trust me when I say I will NEVER stop posting them!!

This is a really good question, and unfortunately, I haven't been reading a ton of fics recently, but I reached out to some friends and got some fics you might want to check out! Some are my own additions, some are those of my friends - and fair warning that I haven't read all of the ones I'm recommending here, but I trust their judgement.

Fic Name (with link) - Author - Rating

Alla Breve - Julads - E - I feel like I've already recommended this one here, but honestly, anyone who sees this should just go read it again. I'm usually put off by some of the tropes found within it, but I loved it so much despite that - it's heartbreakingly tender, sad, and should be required reading for all stankys.

Red String - The Pink Striper - M - I have actually not read this fic, believe it or not, but I was told that it's extremely formative and was basically a stanky touchstone. It's unfinished, but worth the read!!

Visions of Gideon - apollos - T - So sweet and tender and such a good Stan exploration. I'm really trying to rec only one work per author here, but Shirtless and Fat and Crying in Hell (G) is also a great one - really, apollos has a ton of great fics. Read them!!

dirt wizard - applecrumbledore - M - I know it's orphaned, but this is the author, trust me. One of the first style fics I ever read, and even though I know it's been recommended literally a billion times, really just think it's so good. Seven Days of Alien Summer also probably doesn't even need to be recommended as it is such a classic, but it's also extremely good.

like a couple of cosmonauts - tullievolf - E - Ugh, this fic is so good, and while it's still in progress, the penultimate chapter is up! This is really the Post-Covid fic that every stanky adorer needs in their life, honestly? To be fair, I haven't read a ton of PC works, but tullievolf does them justice more than any other one that I've read.

Significant Growth - kasen - E - Extremely tender with extremely good dialogue, and blessed with art by sn33z3s. I haven't read kasen's longer work Final Thread, but I've heard it's very good too!!

Always Starting Over - DaftKneazleHairedMuppet (or lyingmakesyousterile, on tumblr) - E - I'm betaing this fic, and it's been SUCH a pleasure to read; only the first chapter is out so far, but I highly recommend getting into it early!! I promise you won't be disappointed.

Tumblr Prompts - intergalacticattempt (or south-park-meta, on tumblr) - T - south-park-meta obviously has wonderful meta on here, but their fics are really amazing too, and unfortunately easy to miss out on. Please read them!!! They obviously know the characters EXTREMELY well.

A Bowl of Oyster Crackers - heelbruiser (or traitor-boyfriend, on tumblr) - NR - Another one that I haven't read, but fully plan to at some point; and really, if you've read traitor-boyfriend's meta for long enough, you know that you can trust this fic to be good.

There are SO many more amazing stanky fics out there, and it's a shame they aren't coming to the top of my head right now - but I feel like I don't need to tell you how much I love the works of the big three if you're looking for something to read (or reread), and honestly just scrolling through the ao3 stanky tag can find you some gems . Thank you so much for the ask!!

[ramzawrites]

(Platonic techno x Piglin Hybrid Reader)

Imagine a 7-8 y/o piglin hybrid finds techno's nether portal and out of pure childhood curiosity decides to go through it and ends up in the snow biome. They almost immediately get frostbite and pass out due to living in the nether and usually being warm. Eventually techno finds the child by his nether portal and look's around to see no parents so assumes they are an orphan he goes to pull out his orphan obliterater but the voices get louder telling him to take them home and protect them eventually gives in wraps his cape around them and brings them home to warm them up

(Feel free to ignore if it makes you uncomfortable)

-Anon :)

Kin - Piglin!Child!Reader and Technoblade

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Technoblade, (mentioned) Philza

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request :]

Summary: Y/N was just too curious! This weird black frame with the purple light was surely not there before! Maybe they should look at it a bit further. The light just looked too inviting!

Words count: 3023

Authors Note: My first Techno fic! YO! I really love him alot! He is one of my favorite CCs and also favorite Character in the dsmp :) Wish I found a better way to cut this one off but I had so much fun writing this!

Y/N’s little Piglin hands slowly traveled up the rough Netherrack that they were hiding behind. Grabbing the edge of the rock as their head followed along, their eyes peaking over cautiously.

There was this weird black frame with what looked like a purple pool inside of it. It emitted a rumbling but kind of musical sound that seemed to call out to Y/N. In fact, they only found this weird portal only due to the sounds. Never in their young life have they heard anything like it.

They have only seen something like this here and there whenever their clan moved on from a region but usually those seemed to be broken. The frame only half finished without a light coming out of it. Elders and the adults would always remind them to stay far away from it since apparently it could be dangerous, but Y/n couldn’t understand how.

It just stood there playing its music that seemed to almost call out to the Piglin. Wanting it to get closer and listen to its magical melody.

How could be something so beautiful be considered dangerous?

Taking another look around, Y/N made sure they were alone. Secretly having run off to follow this sound they managed to pick up on. It’s not like their parents would look for them on account that their parents were already dead.

Now the Elders took care of them, but they were usually too busy with clan business to realize when they ran off on their own adventures.

Once again checking that there were no Ghasts or other dangerous mobs around Y/N climbed over the rock. Landing on what looked like a pathway that led to the black frame.

Closer to the structure Y/N took the time to get a good look at the rock that has been used for the frame. It was a deep black and yet it somehow seemed to have a purple shine. If it came from the vortex between or the rock itself Y/N couldn’t tell, nor did they care enough to figure that out. Too amazed by it.

The sound was now really loud, and Y/N could tell that it came definitely from the purple light. It seemed to swirl in of itself almost like liquid and yet it stayed in the air as if it were glass put between the stone.

Mesmerized by it the child slowly put their hand into the light, trying to figure out what the material was.

But the only thing they felt was how cold it felt and it seemingly pulling on them. Trying to pull them deeper in. Scared Y/N immediately pulled their arm away, holding it close to their chest. Warming the cold limb up with their own body and the temperature of the Nether.

They have never felt anything like this. It was interesting. They knew what cold was but never like this. Only having felt an occasional breeze from jumping around or running around and even then, it was nothing compared to what they just felt.

Was this vortex doing this? Was this the purpose? Is this the dangerous part? How?

Y/N was already so incredible curious, but this really spiked their curiosity. What would happen if they just stood in there?

With this question in mind the kid placed one foot in the frame, soon followed by the next. The vortex completely engulfing them. Purple being the only thing they were able to see. This cold feeling immediately hitting them like a brick wall.

With a surprised grunt with how huge the temperature difference was, the child jumped away, hoping to get back to the familiar warmth but as they did the cold didn’t disappear.

The portal was still there but suddenly there was this bright light all around them. White as far as they could see.

Now panicking the child desperately looked around but their body was still dealing with the sudden temperature drop.

The world spinning around making it difficult for them to get a good look at where they were. Darkness crept in at the edges of their vision which they desperately tried to fight against.

Without realizing Y/N crashed onto the white ground which seemed to be even colder than the air around. Sneaking into the thin clothing and prickling at the skin. Their heart beating incredible fast and, in their ears, and yet they suddenly felt so tired.

The coldness that was so uncomfortable before suddenly turning more comfortable. Their breathing calming down as their eyes fell shut. Submerging themself into the world of darkness.

Luckily for Y/N, Technoblade was on his way towards the Netherportal himself. He managed to run out of Blaze Rods and needed to gather more for his potions only to spot something or rather someone lying face down in the snow.

At first, he assumed that for some reason Tommy managed to knock himself out while wandering over for whatever reason but the closer he got the more he noticed that, no, the body was way too small for that.

Also, he was pretty sure the last time he checked Tommy didn’t sport similar pig ears like Techno.

The voices in his head were pretty calm until they realized “Kin? Our kin? Out here? Our or his kin? Is it our kin as well?”

Techno approached the small body. This child was shaking and wet due to the snow. The clothes soaked. How the hell did that child just survive the travel to the Overworld like that? It was more likely that Piglin’s die during that process and end up as just a husk. A zombie if you will.

Not a lot of Piglin are strong enough to survive this magic. Techno should know he almost died when he traveled over and only survived because he had Philza on his side who helped him through it.

Impressive and yet he didn’t particular care.

“Parents? Orphan? Are they an orphan? Oh! Blood for the Blood God? No! Look at them! They are already dying! They must be something special surviving the portal like that! Are they though? Aren’t they dying? More because of the cold than anything! What about their parents?”

Grumbling Techno stepped into the portal himself, ending up in the warm nether. Hoping to still the curiosity of the voices a tiny bit with this. A sense of nostalgia spreading throughout his body and senses as he looked around the red landscape.

The child’s parents have to be around somewhere. Rule number one in the nether for Piglins was to stay together no matter what. It was dangerous in the Nether and the relationship between blood kin was precious. They must be already around here. Picking up on the child’s scent to find them.

And yet. Nothing.

No Piglin, no anyone.

He wandered a bit in, but he didn’t even spot any close group of Piglin’s running around. Weird. Was that child really alone?

“Check on them! Techno! Check on the child! See if they are still there!” the voices yelled out, infuriating the warrior a bit.

“Alright, alright!” he gave in and once again stepped into the portal. The cold hitting him but at this point he was used to this and managed to reacclimatize himself pretty fast. Not immediately and it still took a few minutes, but he didn’t almost pass out every time.

No surprise there. The child was still laying in the snow.

Once again, the voices flared up in his mind. A few demanding blood while others still expressed their curiosity towards this orphan.

Too busy with his own plans and things to do Technoblade took out his sword aptly called “The Orphan Obliterator”. He just wanted to deal with this situation as fast as he could, so he could move on.

Moving the sword up in the air only for the voices in his head to suddenly erupt loudly.

“No! Stop! Do not! Don’t kill! No! Techno! Please!”

This was very much not like their usual behavior. Usually, they would welcome any chance for bloodshed. Calling for it even in situation where it was just inconvenient and unnecessary but now, they don’t want it? Okay, maybe he should listen in to the voices after all.

“What is going on, Chat?” he asked.

And the voices, even if loudly and talking over each other, answered “Save them! Take them with you! They are special! Protect them! They are your kin if you give them the chance! We are sure! A young child able to survive this? Sounds similar to you Techno! Take them with you! Save them! Please! They deserve the chance!”

The problem with Chat was, they sometimes knew more about the world than Techno and it has paid out listening to them, but they also liked to just follow their whim for fun. Though this seemed to be the former. They realized that the child was special and worth saving, even if only in their ,sometimes omnipotent, eyes.

Sighing Technoblade sheathed his netherite sword and pulled off his red cape.

Realizing what Techno was doing, Chat begun cheering. The voices that had demanded blood before now fully drowned out.

Technoblade knelt down and carefully heaved the piglin onto the cape, wrapping it around them. Their body was unsurprisingly incredibly cold. So cold that Techno worried they didn’t have a lot of time left. Well, worry was a strong word perhaps.

Holding the kid close to his chest he got a good look at their face. Their expression scrunched up in what he assumed to be pain. A few light scars on their face. It wasn’t unusual that Piglins sported a few scars but not that young. The parents were usually too protective over their young.

“Must be a real troublemaker, I bet.” He noted.

Scars already at that age and them running through a portal just like that? Yeah, that child must cross the line between brave and stupid a lot. Not that he could fault them. He wasn’t that much different as a child himself, though he would never admit it out loud.

“They are kinda cute! It’s a child. Children do that. What do we do with them? Save them first. Talk to them. Figure out if they have potential! Kin? Kin! We need to talk to Philza. Dadza! Grandza! Oh! Yes! Grandza!”

Techno shook his head, as if that would make the voices shut up “Chat, please. Don’t assume anything. I might just help them out and find a clan for them to get back to. We don’t have the time for a child to be around. Too busy with the Syndicate.”

While Chat wasn’t happy with it, they seemed to be glad enough that Techno was acting against his instincts to help this orphan out. If the others hear that the Technoblade has helped out an orphan, well, he hoped people won’t. Doesn’t want to be seen as a hypocrite and as someone who keeps his words, and threats.

With the kid in his arms, he made his way back towards his cabin. Apparently, the Blaze Rods had to wait after all.

As he walked up the stairs towards his cabin and walked in, he suddenly got very aware he had no idea what to do. Looking around his eyes fell on his fireplace but that somehow seemed dangerous. Probably bad idea to just lay down an unconscious child right next to the fire, right?

Instead, he remembered that he had a spare bed roll sitting around somewhere.

With the cape still wrapped around the little one he pulled out the bed roll and laid them inside the rolled-out bed. While tucking them in he made sure to let a bit breathing room in. Letting their body slowly warm up instead of instantly.

“Food. Food, Techno. Eat. The child as well!”

Ah, yes. What would he do without the voices reminding him to eat?

Normally he would just pop a potato in the furnace but not this time. If he is already cooking, he might as well cook for the both of them. Soup seemed appropriate. Now, if he only remembers the recipe and instructions Philza gave him way back.

Still a tiny bit annoyed he has to put off getting the Blaze Rods, Techno sat down and begun cutting up vegetables and heating up water. Putting the ingredients into the water and putting spice in after tasting it here and there. It definitely wouldn’t be a masterpiece but as long as it not tasted absolutely horrible and still warmed one up from the inside, this should be fine.

The child better not complain after he already went out of his way saving them from the cold. He really should have just killed them so he wouldn’t need to get through this trouble and could actually get work done but Chat really was acting weird.

The cooking process took longer than he expected. Long enough that his own pig ears suddenly heard some noises, groans, coming from behind him. Looking back, he saw how the small Piglin was moving around in the bed. Slowly sitting up. Their eyes still closed.

“You are awake.” He stated in Piglish. Knowing, that they probably couldn’t speak the common tongue of the Overworld.

They opened their eyes but were still squinting. Either in pain or not used to the light yet.

“Where am I? Who are you?” grunts coming out of their mouth that made up Piglish words.

For a second Techno had to hide his smile as he realized that it has been a long while that he spoke with anybody his native tongue.

“You are in the Overworld. In my home to be specific. You are lucky I found you or you would have frozen to death in the snow. Name’s Technoblade by the way.”

It seemed to be difficult for them to wrap their mind around this new information “Overworld? Technoblade?” they repeated as if this would give them more insight.

Not knowing what else to tell them, Techno turned around and begun pouring the soup into a bowl. Walking over to them to give it to them.

A bit wary the child pulled their arms out of the cape that was still wrapped around them. The white fluff tickling the back of their head. It seemed to be an old cape. The fluffy part not being as fluffy as you would have assumed anymore. The fur dirty and strands glued together. Things that just happened over time even if you washed it quite often.

“My, uh, my name is Y/N.” they spoke, grabbing the bowl and looking inside it.

“I’m not poisoning you, you can eat it. Warms you up and once you feel good enough you can get back into the Nether.” He then proceeded to pour himself a bowl and begun sipping it.

It was edible. That was something.

Y/N kept watch as Techno continued to slowly drink the soup out of his own bowl. Drinking some of the food as well, their eyes widened out of pleasant surprise when the soup seemed to warm them up from the inside. Craving more of this warmth they begun gulping the liquid down in seconds.

This place was certainly warmer then when they got out of the portal but it was still cold enough for them to shiver. Where in the world were they? Never have they seen any of these materials around them. Grey cold stone, dark brown wood, white walls decorated with colorful pictures? It seemed almost unreal to them.

“How are you feeling squirt? Good enough to go home yet?” There was a bit of hope in Techno’s voice. The sooner this passed the better in his book.

“Home.” Y/N once again repeated what Techno said only to hold the bowl up towards him. A shy but determined expression on their face.

It took Techno a second before he understood what they wanted “More? More soup?”

The child enthusiastically nodded.

Sighing Techno got up from the chest he was sitting on to refill Y/N’s bowl and as he pushed the warm bowl back into their hand Y/N opened their mouth again “Uh, Overworld? I am in the Overworld? What- What is that?”

“A different world to where you come from. It has hot places and cold places. Different things and different mobs as well. Very different but both places are connected. You came through one of the portals that lead to this place, it also leads back to the Nether. Now, tell me something. I haven’t seen your parents. I was looking for anyone but there was no one. Not even a random group walking around.”

Y/N first slurped more from the soup before they answered “My parents are gone. I live with my clan. I always run off and they get mad at me.”

Techno knelt down to Y/N and softly pressed his hand against their forehead which made Y/N freeze. Scared and confused with what he was doing.

He let out a deep breath, wincing as a few voices begun yelling inside his mind “Ah. Seems like you have a fever. Guess I could help you through it and in the meanwhile try to find your clan. Might as well show you a bit of the Overworld while we are at it. Not a lot of Piglin get the chance to see the Overworld after all. You certainly are a special case.”

Then he turned around and talked to the air “Happy now Chat?” Turning back around to face Y/N again “Are you okay with that, Y/N?”

It was still difficult for them to grasp the whole of the situation but to get the chance to explore this Overworld? With this Technoblade Piglin? Their curiosity was certainly piqued. Maybe they were still too tired, and their head was pounding but there was this little voice in their head that urged them on.

That told them “Go for it. You will learn a lot! He might be your true kin.”

So, they nodded silently agreeing in Piglish “Yes. I think I am okay with it.”

[unreone]

★ OCcentric AU

- My version of Happy Tree Town that includes my OCs in it. Here, everyone is aware how the place is cursed to have ridiculously high death rates in exchange for infinite respawn and is cool with it. It was established that there are three realms, being:

Mortal Realm ~ where the silly happy tree friends are designated, the setting revolves around THIS silly place

Infernal Realm ~ which is the place of origin for cryptids and supernatural (like the demon that possess Cub that one time); also place of origin for Reone and

Ethereal Realm ~ where beings beyond understanding lurks. Also, the place where unbound souls go when they die.

Despite of all the craziest stuff that occurred in that cursed place, everyone manages to stay sane, kind and friendly with each other.

★ Sirens AU

- a deleted Wattpad angsty HTFfic of mine. According to legends, there's a Black Pearl that will resurface to the land for every generation. It can grant the wishes of those who shed tears to the sea. However, the wisher is bound to protect the sea in the same amount of time they were benefited from the wish. One would think that it's a fair trade, this being the same thought process of four particular girls who take the aid of the Black Pearl.

Unfortunately, regrets only happen when it's fae too late. But then again, no one knew that being a 'protector of the sea' meant having your humanity erased and body morphed into something terrifying. The payment begins with yellow eyes that lack pupils... (ah yes, I could practically taste the inspo puffs from Madoka Magica-)

★ dOLLs AU

- Game Concept???

'Well, there was an orphan's asylum in the middle of a forest. It was exclusive and private for more than twenty children. A war suddenly started. The owner of the asylum don't want the children to die so he take their soul and put them into dolls. He then made a simulation and that's where he put the dolls. Now the show is what the dolls see. Bright, colorful and perfect. That explains why they were easy to "die". But thanks to the Fixer (the owner of the asylum) they could "revive" the next day.' <<< Extracted directly from my prev Amino account

★ Opposite AU

- INVERSED PERSONALITIES HECCC YESSS (a deleted quotev work inspired by literally every fandom I was in ever where characters are their opposite selves)

Revolves around Cub who got teenage angst hoping for his life being different. Guess what, that's also his opposite self Buc is exactly hoping. With a silly invention, they switch places and experience culture shock from the dimensions they are in as they pretend to be each other.

I'm like a fanfic writer but deranged to a criminal degree. I only have these vague ideas in my head and concepts I share privately with peeps. I suddenly have these animatics that just foken came to me as a vision whenever I listen to music- which suddenly vanish as soon as they leave. AND YET I COULDNT HELP BUT GET EXCITED WHEN I DISCUSS THE CHARACTERS AND INFODUMP ABOUT THEM WHEN PROMPTED IAKSOSKSK

anyway,. back to your usual queue'd posts.