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riding-palominos-every-day · 8 months ago
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Finally finished a little piece I've been working on for a while called Stop Soaking The Scabs:
After Crutchie’s arrest, Jack had been ready to bail on the strike. There was no chance he was putting his boys back in danger after what had happened; half of them had already been in the Refuge, and the other half Jack prayed never saw further than the exterior wall. He’d rather die than willingly put any of them in a situation where they could end up there.
But there was finally hope. His faith in their cause had been reignited by Davey and Katherine, and his motivation was in full swing. The other newsies had been overjoyed to see him back at the lodging house, and with an upcoming rally in three days time Jack had helped with the preparations, lending his artistry to a representative sign for Manhattan, as well as several picket signs.
The evening edition was being rolled out, scabs were no doubt still selling, but the Lower Manhattan newsies stood fast in their decision. Some of the older boys went out to try and convince scabs to join the cause, whilst the rest were laying low at the lodging house. Jack doubted there were many scabbers left, now that Brooklyn had voiced their support, but he was well aware Pulitzer and Hearst both had hired strikebreakers.
Davey, Racetrack, Albert, Mush and Specs were out, everyone else was supposed to be in: Smalls, JoJo, Mike and Finch were playing cards, Buttons was patching up Ike’s vest, and most of the other boys were dozing or talking softly. Sniper and Splasher, still recovering from their injuries from the riot, were sat by the window on watch.
But Jack had noticed two more absences. Two that worried him.
“Where are Elmer and Romeo?”
A few boys mumbled vague uncertainties, glancing between each other and shrugging. Even JoJo, Elmer’s closest friend, shrugged helplessly when Jack turned to him for an answer. He saw a look of guilt flash across Splasher’s face, and without even needed to ask Jack figured they weren’t in the lodge.
He stood up, straightening his vest and putting his hat on.
“M’gonna go look for ‘em.”
“Be careful, Jack.” Smalls said, not looking up from his cards.
Jack climbed out onto the fire escape, making his way down to street level. He wracked his brains, trying to think where the kids could be. They wouldn’t be selling, so it was no use checking their usual corners. If any of the protesting boys had found them, they would’ve brought them home.
Maybe Elmer had gone to visit his siblings? But why go without telling anyone? He doubted Romeo would’ve gone with him... and he knew Romeo would rather be dead than see his family again.
They were in trouble, Jack concluded. No other explanation added up. Heart quickening, he made his way down every street with haste, hoping to find them before things got too serious.
He’d expected to find the youngest boys in trouble. Not to find them being the ones causing it.
Romeo had another boy pinned to the ground in an alley, whilst Elmer paced back and forth by the boy’s head, a newspaper bag clutched in his fist. Ripped papers littered the ground around them. Jack felt frozen, not quite believing what he was seeing.
“We told ya we ain’t sellin’ anymore!” Elmer’s voice was louder than usual, and Jack could tell he was trying to put on a tough facade, “Not until Mr. Pulitzer and Mr. Hearst stop, uh.. stop...” 
“Screwin’ us around?” Romeo suggested. He readjusted his hold, pushing the scab harder against the ground. “Quit squirmin’!”
“Yeah, yeah! Til they stop screwin’ us around! So why’re you still sellin’?” Elmer emphasised his last word with a sudden kick to the boy’s shoulder. Their captive let out a squeal of pain.
“B-But I gotta feed my family!” He protested. Elmer’s eyes flashed angrily.
“And y’think the rest of us don’t?” The younger boy’s voice was steadily growing angrier, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white.
“I ain’t the guy to be talkin’ about feedin’ a family to.”
“We’re doin’ this so we can afford to look after ourselves and our families!” Romeo snapped, his tone colder than Jack ever thought possible for a twelve year old, “You scabs are messin’ everything up!”
And all at once, the two kids pounced. There was a shriek from the scabber, his legs kicking furiously in an attempt to get away. Jack heard a crack and felt a sick feeling in his gut; Elmer and Romeo were sweet kids, he’d never seen them act so ruthlessly violent.
“Alright, enough!” He barked, marching forward. He hauled the younger boys off the scab -careful not to grab them too tight or be rough- and knelt down. A SoHo newsie from the looks of him. His elbow was scraped and his nose bleeding; his eyes were blown wide in fear.
“Hey, hey... s’okay kid.” Jack soothed, “I’m sorry ‘bout my coworkers.”
He pulled out one of his old painting rags from his pocket, finding a clean corner before carefully dabbing at the other newsie’s bloody nose.
“Go on, get outta here.” He helped the younger boy to his feet, watching as he tore out of the alley and down the street. A sharp blow to his side made him wheel round, the next making contact with his stomach. He grabbed Elmer’s fist before he could throw another punch, and the kid let a wordless, agitated shout through gritted teeth.
“Don’t hit me.” Jack said softly.
“You messed everythin’ up-!”
“Don’t hit me, Elmer. You’re old enough to know better.”
Elmer made a few clumsy swipes at him, still making those angry little half-shouts he made when he was stressed or frustrated, but he very quickly seemed to lose heart. Jack released the boy’s hand, satisfied when Elmer let his arm drop to his side. He hated reprimanding the younger boys over anything, usually the younger kids could do no wrong in his eyes, but he had to nip this behaviour in the bud before it got his brothers in serious trouble.
Romeo’s kept his gaze fixed on the ground, fiddling with his hands. Elmer now looked on the verge of tears. Jack immediately felt his usual instinct to pull them close and soothe them, but he stood firm. He needed to figure out what had caused this.
“Naw, no tears an’ no lookin’ away.” He kept his tone firm, but was careful not to sound too angry, “You guys have got some explainin’ to do. We told you guys to stay inside, and you not only snuck out, but went to go attack some poor kid-”
“He was scabbing!” Elmer interjected shrilly. Jack raised a hand to silence him.
“-You guys attacked a kid, and at a time where the cops are more on our asses than ever. A bull catches you soakin’ some guy and you two would be joinin’ Crutchie in the Refuge.”
Jack ignored the sob caught in his throat, the pain in his chest when he thought of Crutchie.
“I already got one brother locked up, ain’t no way I’m havin’ you two taken away as well.”
Both boys had the decency to look suitably ashamed, although Jack could still see Elmer’s fists were clenched tightly.
“You wanna talk ‘bout anythin’, El?”
Any composure Elmer had kept until then suddenly exploded all at once.
“I’m angry, Jack! I’m angry at the scabbers, I’m angry at the bulls, I’m angry at the Delanceys an’ Mr. Pulitzer and Mr. Hearst and- and...” He paused to catch his breath, physically shaking with the emotion of his outburst. Jack saw his hand reach up to his head, and he swiftly -but gently- grabbed the younger boy’s fist before it made impact.
“We’s just trying to survive, and it feels like everyone’s against us.” Romeo finished. 
Jack couldn’t deny it. They were right, he hated how right they were. He felt a weight against his shoulder; Elmer was slumped against him, his breathing ragged and shaky. Jack instinctively wrapped an arm around him, inviting Romeo into the hug with his free arm. He didn’t agree with what they’d done, not at all. But his kids were scared and very rightfully angry, he couldn’t stay mad with them.
They stayed there for some time, holding each other tightly and surrounded by the scabber’s ruined papers.
“C’mon, we’re goin’ home.”
Romeo seemed content to walk beside him (although he kept a death grip on Jack’s hand), but Elmer seemed to have exhausted himself. Jack hoisted him onto his hip, and Elmer instinctively wrapped his arms around his neck. They walked in silence for the first block or two, before Jack had to have another question answered.
“Splasher looked like I’d caught him with his hand in someone’s pocket when I asked where you two where. D’you tell him where you’d gone?”
“We asked him,” Romeo said, still struggling to make eye contact, “Well.. Elmer did. He said he didn’t wanna come though, said it was dangerous an’ we weren’t s’posed to.”
“And he’s damn right on both accounts.” Jack said, “Shame on you for askin’ him to go out when he’s recoverin’ from a head injury. And so’s you, in fact!” He jostled Elmer slightly, making sure the eleven year old was listening.
“No wonder you got the idea to go out soakin’ scabs, your brain’s still all rattled after that knock you took.”
Elmer made a strange little noise, halfway between tired and agitated. He’d no doubt overwhelmed himself with this little escapade, and for once Jack hoped it would be one of the times he was exhausted for the rest of the day; at least he’d stay put if he had to rest. 
“We were tryin’ to help, Jack.” Romeo’s voice was very quiet, barely more than a whisper.
“I think what really happened is you kids are stressed t’your limits and don’ know how to cope. Y’knew the scabs were a problem, so you saw a chance to both get out some’a that pent-up anger and get a couple more scabs on our side.”
The silence from the younger boys was all the answer he needed. Maybe they didn’t know how to verbalise it quite that articulately, but he was fairly confident he’d hit the nail on the head. Romeo’s grip on his hand tightened a little, and he felt Elmer’s head push further into his shoulder.
Jack started humming to himself as they walked, one of the piano tunes they played at Medda’s theatre. It seemed to put the kids at ease.
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“You found them!”
JoJo shot forward as soon as Jack entered the room, quickly scooping up Elmer and carrying him over to his bunk. Jack let him fuss for once; tensions were high enough, and the kids’ unauthorised venture had stretched everyone’s nerves to the breaking point. Romeo let go of Jack’s hand, heading for his own bunk and curling up into a ball.
“Yeah, found ‘em tryin’ to crack some kid’s head open.” Jack said, sitting beside Tommy Boy.
“Why?” Sniper asked, looking concerned. 
“They say they though they were helpin’. I reckon they‘re just gettin’ overwhelmed by the whole strike. Ro said he felt like everyone’s against us.. he ain’t exactly wrong.”
The room fell into an uneasy silence. Tommy Boy bumped his head against Jack’s shoulder, a rare sign of affection for the younger boy. Jack paused, before wrapping his arm around Tommy’s shoulders. 
The boys playing cards were hardly focused on their game anymore, tossing down and picking up cards at random. Ike was humming agitatedly, rocking back and forth, whilst Buttons kept unraveling and rewinding the same spool of thread. This latest incident had clearly unsettled everyone.
Jack glanced over to Elmer, already asleep beside JoJo. The whole idea seemed to be more his plan than Romeo’s, and that worried Jack somewhat. Elmer was usually a sweet, happy kid, but there was a lot of anger in the little guy, and he didn’t always have the healthiest ways of releasing it. He’d been in a lot of fights in the past.
“Once all’a this is over, m’gonna ask Spot if I can the kids over to Coney.” Jack announced to nobody in particular, “They need a break most outta all of us.”
There was a scattering of murmurs and grunts of agreement. Jack started running his fingers absentmindedly through Tommy Boy’s hair, suddenly feeling a swell of pride in chest. Despite everything, his boys still stuck together.
He made a mental note not to let a repeat of today happen again. At the rally, perhaps he could mention something. He doubted Elmer and Romeo’s attack was an isolated incident, and it wouldn��t do any good for newsies city-wide to be fighting amongst themselves. 
He didn’t want anyone else hurt.
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whistlingstarlight · 7 months ago
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You should do a prompt about Sammy during a key moment in her childhood (or early years if her species don't start out as kids)
(Sammy goes by he/him X) but yes I will write for him!)
Set just after The Fall, when Lucy finds him
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"You need a name. People tend to have names."
The human -Lucy, she said to refer to her as- paced back and forth in front of him, her footsteps light and delicate. He thought for a moment
"I like your name."
Lucy snorted, her eyes bright with laughter. "Maybe not. It'll get confusing. No, you need something that's yours. I think Mom's still got her old baby name book somewhere, let me go find it."
He watched her go, before turning his attention to the room. He'd already grasped a strong idea of objects, thanks to the Memory Replication she'd allowed him to perform. Table, lamp, bed, mirror, he knew what these things were without having ever seen them before.
Mirror.
It reflected back a face that was new to him. Three bright green eyes, framed by indigo hair. His skin was violet. This was him, was it?
He knew he hadn't quite got the human look perfected, but he quite liked the face looking back at him.
"Found it!"
Lucy padded back in, nudging the door closed with her foot as her only hand was occupied. She set the book down beside him with a soft thump, before perching on the other end of the bed.
"Wasn't where I'd expected, I forgot the folks haven't used it since picking my name. They had Ellen's name already chosen from the start." She flipped the book open, tapping the page, "Have a look in there, see if you find something you like the sound of."
Humans had so many names. It was a little overwhelming really, scanning pages and pages of names. How was he supposed to choose just one? And how could he like the sound of it if it was written down? You didn't hear writing, you read it.
"I- I don't know." This was... fear? Anger? He couldn't quite place the emotion. He was still figuring those out.
"It's alright." Lucy soothed, shifting closer to sit where she could see the pages, "Whereabouts are you?"
"Can't you pick for me?" He practically begged, "I don't know if I'll pick the right one."
All of this was so new. He'd never had a name before, he'd barely even had a body. Lucy's mind had given him a good grasp as to facts, yes, but there was so many, so much going on-
"Hey, hey, cool it. You're shaking." Lucy reached out, gently squeezing his hand. She was quiet for a while, clearly thinking.
"What about Sammy? It's nice and casual, rolls off the tongue."
"Sammy..."
He liked it. He -Sammy, his name was Sammy!- smiled appreciatively.
"Sammy's good. I like it."
"Good. Now, one more thing before you join the human race... purple skin, how attached are you to the colour?"
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black-rabbit-razumikhin · 4 months ago
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guess who now has three pages of planning for a story they will never write
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mdmraz · 4 months ago
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"THE BLOOD MOON SYMBOLIZES THE DEATH OF A KING, BUT SOME BELIEVE IT SIGNIFIES THE NEED FOR AFFECTION."
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WHEN A GIRL FROM ONE OF THE BIG 4 CLANS HAS A SECRET EVEN SHE DIDN'T KNOW OF.
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cw: 18+ content!! fem. reader, angst, nsfw, graphic violence, abuse, mentions of death and near death experiences, depressing themes
genre: enemies to lovers, ANGST
taglist: open!! (send a narcotics anonymous or comment)
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⧉ chapters!
⌗00 - prologue.
⌗01 - first years.
⌗02 - mission one; part one.
⌗03 - mission one; part two.
⌗04 - the death of itadori yuuji.
⌗05 - in the making!
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C11H15NO2
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barrenclan · 8 months ago
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dammarchy211 · 1 year ago
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DON’T BE SAD, TOTALLY REAL DEFINITELY DIDNT DRAW THESE PSYCHONAUTS TV SHOW SCREENSHOTS, OKAY?
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And these guys designs I’ve been putting off posting lol
Sasha is finally doing intern program and gets saddled with the crazy alien kid instead of the calm one—
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These aren’t set in stone but here’s the idea (also Hollis needs an intern lol, I might make a new character so it isn’t entirely just camp kids, or maybe an Aquato kid)
Raz is Cher’s “assistant teacher” which is hell on earth for both Raz and Kitty.
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literaryvein-reblogs · 9 days ago
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Thank you, dear Anon.
The prompt:
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sxrrandomfanfics · 2 months ago
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RazLili Week 2024 Day 1 - Animals
Raz grabbed Lili's hand as Truman and Augustus were deep in conversation. "You two feel free to talk as long as you want!"
As he tugged on Lili's hand, she added: "Take your time! We'll be fine!"
Augustus smiled, "ah, young love."
Truman chuckled, "they think they're being subtle."
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"You still have those on?" Lili asked as Raz walked around only in his acrobatics outfit. The boots seemed fine when Raz did his acrobatic tricks, but stomping about the grounds seemed uncomfortable, given that they went up to his knees.
"You never know what's on the ground at a circus. Besides, stopping at my trailer might mean that we'll miss what I want to show you."
"And what's that?"
"It's a surprise." Raz squeezed Lili's hand as the two made their way over to what seemed to be a stall that horses would be in, but it was... very tall.
"Some secret horse? Like your sister's 'World's Smallest Pony'?"
"Uh. No. I'm still not allowed around Sugarcube." Raz shook his head. "Actually, this fine lady here is the opposite of a World's Smallest Pony." Raz then opened the door to the pen.
As Lili's eyes went up, her jaw dropped lower and lower. A large elephant, wearing purple jhul on her head and back raised her trunk.
The elephant was polite as she waved her trunk. Oh, Razputin has told me so much about you!
"Yup! Lili Zanotto, meet Naomi: The Crown Jewel of the Fildes Circus."
"Fildes? But I thought you were in the Aquato Family Circus."
"Yeah! Multiple small circuses usually work together to make these shows run." Raz waved his hand. "Anyways, I'm glad you two get to meet one another."
"Wait, so you just... talk about me to random animals?"
"Not random. Naomi was the first animal I ever really learned to talk to. Well, understand the emotions, if you're including proper Zoolepathy with Harold."
"... I thought you were just lying about having the elephant to have a badass line in front of Agent Nein."
"Nope! I uh... my family agreed to have me assist with Naomi after..."
"... after what?"
He pulled my tail. He used to be awfully rude.
"Raz? Rude?"
"I mean... I think I'm pretty rude."
"The rudest you got with me was staring at me. And the worst you called Bobby was 'hair boy.' You're not rude."
Naomi lifted her trunk with a laugh. Oh, the stories I could tell you about this young man.
Raz groaned, "please, my mom is enough." He looked back up at Naomi. "Does this mean we still can't try what I wanted to?"
Oh no. I'm still fine with it. Naomi turned around, showing she was still wearing the howdah that she had been wearing for the show.
Raz then got onto his Lev-bubble, and looked down to Lili, expecting her to do the same.
Lili understood, but then smirked. "What, not even going to help me up?"
Raz raised an eyebrow, then mirrored the smirk. He put on his best theatrical voice. "Oh, my apologies, princess. Let your knight assist you onto this glorious creature so that way we may galavant around the town."
Lili laughed, joyful that he would reciprocate, and took his hand. Up, they climbed onto the back of Naomi. Lili smiled, but gulped as well.
"Nervous?"
"Never been on an elephant before."
Don't worry. I'm perfectly calm.
Raz patted Lili on the shoulder, smoothly putting his arm around her after she realized which shoulder he patted. "We won't go too far on this. Just a quick little ride."
"Wait, we're going outside?"
"It would be more fun!"
"Do you have permission?"
"Well, I often like to think of asking for forgiveness is better than asking for permission."
Oh, he begged for permission.
Raz frowned, feeling less cool, but Lili smiled.
"Glad to know you're at least somewhat responsible now."
Raz pulled Lili in tighter, smiling.
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wybienova · 1 year ago
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i better get my head in the right place!
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raz-writes-the-thing · 1 year ago
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Your Devil (Bad Samaritan Drabble)
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Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged
Summary: You want Cale to get a little dressed up for the trick or treaters on Halloween. Cale is less than impressed.
CW: Cale- need I say more, dominance, Halloween req BAYBEE
Bad Samaritan tag list: (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)
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“This is fucking ridiculous. I am not putting that on my fucking head.” 
You pout, and Cale’s glare hardens further. You’re holding a headband with little devil horns on them. It's cheap and cliche, you’re aware. But he’d just look so cute and precious with them on! Your grumpy little demon. Oh, you couldn’t wait. Cale was putting them on even if it was the last thing you managed to make him do. 
‘Why not?” You pout as the doorbell rings again. You think better of handing the headband to Cale and take it with you as you swing the front door open. If you gave it to him he’d snap them or toss them. Maybe even burn them before you had a chance to get them back. You couldn’t have that. A chorus of little voices shout “trick or treat” as soon as the front door cracks open and you give each and every one of them a compliment on their outfits before handing them big bars of chocolates. You didn’t hold out for Halloween. Cale had the money so why not buy the big bars for them? Besides, it netted you more visitors the next year when you didn’t skimp. 
When you close the door, giving the kids a wave as they run towards the next house you don’t expect Cale to be pressing you up against the wooden door, a glint in his eye. 
“Because- Halloween is ridiculous.” 
You arch your brow and gesture to the maid outfit you’re wearing. It’s probably a little much when answering the door to give kids candy, but it’s also not too over the top, either. It’s almost tasteful. 
“It’s about fun, sweetheart. Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining about my outfit when I put it on for you last night.” 
Cale’s face drops into a scowl, and he looks as though he’s going to say something before he sighs in defeat. 
“Give it to me.” 
You break out into a charming grin and reach up to place it on his head instead of giving it to him directly. His outstretched hand stays there for a moment before he drops it, pressing an almost aggressive kiss to your forehead before wandering back towards the kitchen to get a drink, grouching the whole way.
“Pushing your luck, darling,” he grumbles just loud enough for you to hear it. You hear the fridge shut loudly before-
“You fucking owe me for this.” 
You don’t, but you’ll give him what he wants anyway. You’re good like that.
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mithrilhearts · 6 months ago
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Razzy Writes: April
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April Achievements
🍃 Updated: Kurdu 'abadaz 🍃 Worked on: Bookbinder//Songwriter / Kurdu 'abadaz / Where The Shadows Lie 🍃 17053/17000 words written
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May Goals
🍃 16000 word count 🍃 As The Tide Turns - MORE PROGRESS!!! Aiming for another chapter to be written! 🍃 Kurdu 'abadaz - I have been working on writing out the final chapter of this fic (with a handful of others to edit still), and hoping to finish it off! 🍃 Golden Hearts Bleed Faster - I have a few chapters of this fic already written (I need to edit them), but I want to continue staying ahead. Another chapter is all I want this month. 🍃 Outlines - I have two fic outlines I want completely finished before the end of the month. Hooray new stories! 🍃 Literally so much editing to do it's not even funny.
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April has been a little hard for me to get beyond most of the goals I've set, but that's okay! I'm FINALLY moving!! We're actually in the thick of it as I post this - so hopefully that will calm down soon, and I'll be back to writing and posting regularly again!
It's going to take me a few weeks to get caught up, I feel, but thank you for all the tag games, messages, asks, etc! I'll do my best to get back to you guys soon, and post some more wonderful fic updates!
Thank you to everyone for your continued support!
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2hoothoots · 2 years ago
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a high-roller shell game; or, How'd That Dang Brain Swap Work Out, Anyway?
there's a bit of a fun sleight-of-hand trick in the events of the Rhombus of Ruin, and i hardly ever see people talking about it so i wanted to make a quick post about it. pop quiz: when does Truman's brain get swapped out for Nick's?
here's what we know about the kidnapping timeline:
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so Truman's brain is switched out some time after he's kidnapped, but before Raz & co arrive at the Rhombus.
but we can actually do a lot better than that, because it's possible to pinpoint exactly when the switch happens. it happens... during this loading transition.
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(screenshots show the transition in Rhombus of Ruin between Raz losing consciousness while looking through Truman's eyes via clairvoyance, and waking up back in the jet. screencaps taken from WishingTikal's no commentary walkthrough!)
the first part of RoR involves Raz using the music box to make a clairvoyant link with Truman. when we do so, we see the room in which Truman's body is being held - and at this point, his brain must still be in there, too. it's established in the series that clairvoyance makes a link with a person's mind (see also how Nick-as-Truman sees Raz as an unkempt peasant, whereas Actual-Truman in the postgame sees him as a suitor in a prom suit - which, aww, isn't that sweet?). we use the music box to hone in on Truman's psychic signature, and it's his brain, not his body, that we hop into.
the very next scene is the plane crash-landing, and from when Raz wakes up in the Rhombus onwards, he's there in the room with Truman's body. he does a lot of brain-hopping so he's not exactly keeping a sharp eye on Truman, but given that it only takes about a half hour to round up the gang, i think it's safe to say that by this point the brain swap has already happened. when Truman is loaded up into the jet, Nick's brain is already in his head (and Truman's brain is in the case chained to his wrist).
and that's the fun part, for me; because even though Raz making a link with Truman and then waking back up in the jet happen back-to-back in-game, in universe there's a time span of several hours that pass. when the clairvoyant link goes down, Raz passes out from the strain; and since we're seeing things through his perspective, the time he spends sleeping - the time in which the brain swap happens - is invisible to us as players.
and therein lies the sleight of hand. it's like a shell game. we think we only take our eyes off Truman for a few minutes - we see him via clairvoyance, and then the jet crash-lands and there he is in the room that Raz wakes up. but in the game world, he's been out of our sight for much longer; long enough for his kidnappers to swap the brains, and put Truman right back where he was, with nobody any the wiser. you think you're following the ball, but it got switched right out from under your nose.
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mdmraz · 2 months ago
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« chapter two. menu. chapter four. »
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UNEDITED.
"This is really fucking stupid, you know." Y/N voiced her concerns as she and Megumi ran through the Innate Domain, the ravenette, sending his Divine Dog to seek out Kugisaki.
"It's better than you taking that thing by yourself. Itadori has some control over Sukuna, I have faith in him."
The girl grumbled under her breath at the sorcerer's condemnation and lack of faith in her. She was the grade one here, not Itadori, "I can handle myself, thank you."
Fushiguro scoffed before he outstretched his arm, grabbing Y/Ns wrist and pulling her back against him, catching the clan member off guard as she looked back at him, startled, "Nue!"
A large bird erupted from his shadow, scooping the ravenette by his collar. Y/N let out a surprised squeak as Fushiguro hoisted her up by her torso, her arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck as she stared down with wide eyes, "I'm afraid of heights!"
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"I know your face now. I swear I'll curse you!" Nobara exclaimed as she hung upside down in the grasp of a large curse, her finger pointed accusingly at it.
Her neat brows furrowed as the curse lowered her into its mouth, she was seconds away from getting eaten alive. A noisy yelp left her lips when a slimy, long tongue wrapped around her, pulling her from the curses grasp right before a harsh punch made it stumble back right into the upcoming attack of a large white snake.
"Ugh, Fushiguro! You said you'd let me kill them!" The ginger found herself inside the mouth of a frog, a fatigued expression finding its way onto her face as she peered out the shikigamis mouth. A slightly bloodied Y/N pouted, arms crossing over her chest as she looked over the slim worn-out face of the other sorceress.
"We don't have time. We're escaping."
"I hate frogs, you know..." An irk mark had formed on the man's forehead as he pondered on what exactly he did to get paired up with two unbelievable individuals...and not to forget Itadori, "Yeah, well, sorry!"
"Y/N, lets go. You're both injured—"
"Give me 15 seconds." Said girl stated, tone unwaivering, making it clear there was absolutely no room for interjections. It wasn't like she had even given the poor shikigami user a chance to even blink before appearing in front of the curses with immense speed, so fast the two other first years could hardly register her change in position.
He watched in awe for those full 15 seconds as the Tsukuyomi gracefully obliterated the four curses with swift and quick motions, not a drop of blood had gotten on her uniform, further spoiling it, and not a single scratch or mark had found itself on her delicate, [S/C] skin.
Not even a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead with each powerful punch and kick, further empowered by the moons lunar energy she sent the curses way. Her breathing never labored, footing never faltered, and she never hasitated. She made it seem...so easy.
"If I wasn't on the brink of passing out, I'd fangirl." Nobara weakly muttered, earning a chuckle from her classmate as she turned around, "I've got you." Were the last words the brown eyed girl heard before her consciousness finally slipped, alarming Megumi who was standing next to her, "Don't fret. I'm making it easier for her and me."
"What- What do you mean?"
"It's easier to use revere cursed technique on someone who's unconscious, they don't interrupt anything."
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"Please expand the evacuation area to ten kilometers." Ijichi nodded at the 'Zenins' order, his hand shifting to start the car as Y/N got out of it, carefully laying Nobaras bandaged head on the makeshift cushion from the Tsukuyomis uniform jacket, "What about you two?"
"We'll wait here for Itadori to return." Dark eyes, covered by the thick glass of his bifocals scanned the two sorcerers, one payed him full attention as the other stared up into the sky, watching with interest as the veil Ijichi had put up shift. The elder man sighed, "After I take Kugisaki to the hospital, I'll return as quickly as possible."
"No, there wouldn't be much point in you staying here," Fushiguro countered, making his superior grimace at his brute bluntness, "If you want to do something, ask them to send over a sorcerer grade one or higher. Though I imagine none are around." He crossed his arms, green eyes glancing at the female next to him, Is she really a grade one sorcerer? I was too shocked to register her powers back then.
After Ijichi agreed to the first year's request he quickly drove off. The shikigami user turned around in the direction of the detention center, his gaze hard as it bore into the old building. If the worst happens...then it's my responsibility to end him.
A quiet, bored hum escaped Y/N, "Send a grade one or higher over? I'm hurt, Zenin." The girl feigned offense as a smug look graced her features.
"If you're a grade one then why didn't you excorsise it?" Fushiguro countered, his arms crossing over his chest as he sent a scowl her way.
"Like you and Itadori gave me the chance?" With the roll of his eyes, Megumi quickly dismissed the petty banter, already fed up with his classmates attitude. They really couldn't get along for even a second?
The girl shook her head with a bored sigh, gaze shifted upwards toward the moon, clouds and raindrops hiding its gleam. Green eyes found themselves on said girl, his gaze skimmed up and down before it landed on her side profile. He absolutely hated to admit that he admired the sight. The way her eyes reflected the lunar light, the way the drops of rain pattered onto her face before they slid down her jaw while some clung to her long, full lashes. The tip of her nose was rosy and lips puckered in a thoughtful way.
"You always stare at the moon." Fushiguro had to hold back from slapping himself when he realized he unconsciously commented.
"It's pretty, no?" The temptress answered, eyelashes bat softly as she turned to look at the man, "Yeah...it is..." He replied, almost sounding out of breath, a brow raised when Tsukuyomi acknowledged his uncharacteristic demeanour.
"You good—" The feeling of a weight being lifted off their shoulders graced the two, stopping Y/N mid sentence, both sorcerers returned their gazes to the building far away, "Oh? The Innate Domains out." Megumi nodded, "Seems the special grade's dead. Now we just need Itadori to return safely—"
A familiar feeling of fear quickly paralyzed the two, the moment they could finally relax had gotten spoiled by an unknown deep voice from behind them, "Sorry, but he's not coming back."
The Tsukuyomi was first to turn around, brows furrowed at the sigh of Yujis marked body. A feeling of familiarity washed over her, her heart stopping in her chest as crimson eyes met with hers, thick brows quirked upwards as Sukuna took notice of Y/Ns presence.
"Oh, don't be so frightened. I'm in a good mood right now. Let's chat for a bit." He nonchalantly stated, walking around from Megumis back as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, "This is what he gets for trying to use me without any of if pact. Feels like he's having some trouble switching back."
Sukuna's hands emerged from his pockets to grip onto Yujis school uniform, "Still though...it's only a matter of time." He stated before the sound of fabric ripping blended into the pattering of raindrops hitting the ground.
"So...I thought about what I can do right now." The pinkette lifted his marked hand, placing it near his chest. Audible gasps left the two sorcerers, Y/N had outstretched her hand to stop him but his long fingers had already collided within his chest, blood splurged out of the wound and escaping the smug smile on his lips.
"Wh-What are you..."
The crimson liquid puddled at the curses feet before he finally ripped his hand out of his chest to reveal the vital organ in his grasp, still pumping desperately, "Im taking this brat hostage."
The Tsukuyomi cringed in horror at the unpleasant sight, her trembling hand clasped over her mouth to suppress the gags that so desperately wanted to escape her.
"I can live without this, but that ain't true for the brat," Sukuna states, crimson irises met with green ones before they landed on a pair of [E/C] filled with disgust and terror, his smirk widened at the lovely sight he missed so much; it brought him back to the days of his reigning terror on Japan. He quickly threw the fragile heart to the side, "Switching out with me mean ge dies. Also...for good measures." Sukuna opened his fist to reveal the familiar pruny dark purple cursed object, he carefully placed it onto his tongue before eagerly swallowing, relishing in the taste and surge of power.
"With that, I'm free as a bird. You can be frightened now. I'll kill you!" He chimed in mocking excitement as the two high schoolers shifted their feet, widening their stances to prepare for any attack. Sukuna skimmed over the clan members, intrigued, his gaze finally stilled when he met the usual [E/C] irises, now glinting with an angry red.
"Interesting." He moved behind her in the blink of an eye, his bloodied hand had moved her hair out of the back of her neck to reveal exactly what he had expected, a red moon shaped marking.
[E/C] eyes went wide before quickly covering the sight of her neck with her hand, the other wrapping around Sukunas wrist, "The fuck do you think you're doing?" her voice was a breathy mutter, too many feelings and emotions stirred inside her to actually comprehend the overwhelming and sudden attachment she felt towards the curse.
Her eyes shone with an unfamiliar glint, almost as if they weren't her own, it seemed as though the moon had found its way to her large irises for a quick second, before vanishing, further confirming The King of Curses suspicion.
"So you were worthy..." his dark, velvety voice sent shivers through the two sorcerers. Sukuna changed his position at the same speed as last time, now fully facing the confused girl, with his wrist out of her grasp. He extended a long finger, its sharp nail traced the jaw that clenched with tension, "I'd be delighted to see what's so special about you."
The two sorcerers stood alarmed at his absurd way of speaking to Y/N, making absolutely no sense to them.
Megumi's hands slowly formed the sign of a shadow puppet, his stance widened as he was just about to unleash his shikigami until squinted red eyes met with his green ones.
"Too bad I won't be able to retrieve you, Kaguya. This vessel will die soon." Something stirred inside the [H/C]-nette at Sukunas odd words, why was be spewing nonsense upon nonsense, specifically directed toward her. Her gaze hardened as she slipped away from the curse with almost the equivalent speed as Sukunas. Y/N now stood right next to her defensive classmate.
"You just don't get it. Itadoris coming back. Even if it means he'll die. Thats just who he is."
Sukunas chest rumbled with a dark chuckle before taunting the ravenette about how he gave his friend too much credit; just a moment ago he had been scared out if his mind, on the verge of death, and prattling on about his regrets.
Narrowed eyes focused on the well built and marked man, he noted his wrist had been restored fully. Sukuna was incarnated — even if he can live without a heart, it should still be damaging. If Megumi wanted to somehow convince the cursed spirit to heal the organ before Yuji returned; he'd have to make Ryomen Sukuna believe he can't beat him without a heart in his body.
Can I do that...? The memory of freezing at the mere sight of the special grade replayed in his mind, if he couldn't move in its presence how could he possibly fight The King?
A dried, bloody  hand was placed reassuringly on his bicep, giving it a small squeeze as if to remind him that he, first; is not alone, and second; it's not a matter of whether he can do it, he has to do it! And since the warm gesture had come from someone that had despised him and he had despised, it gave him a bit of confidence.
His shaking hands form into the sign of a bird, a large gingery-brown feathered creature emerged from his shadow. Y/N followed with her own, the girl whispered under her breath, barely audible — to the point even Megumi couldn't hear, "Special Cursed Technique: Copy: "Infinity.""
TO BE CONTINUED...
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A/N: two chapters till the end of the week just like promised!!
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kibasniper · 23 days ago
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Psychonauts (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Razputin "Raz" Aquato/Bobby Zilch Characters: Razputin "Raz" Aquato, Bobby Zilch Additional Tags: Future Fic, Aged-Up Character(s), Motorcycles, Driving, Bonding, Tenderness, their relationship is unlabeled but they are very sweet every once in a while Series: Part 25 of Cooldowns Summary:
A common job in the Psychonauts is going to the homes of wayward youths and offering services. As Raz and Bobby head back to the Motherlobe, Raz is surprised when Bobby admits he has questioned their intentions.
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dammarchy211 · 1 year ago
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Woohoo! New and improved refs for the C.R.I.M.E. trio! Batty’s first specialty is electrokinesis and Wanda’s are hydro and thermokinesis
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For more information about these three, here’s my toyhouse!
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literaryvein-reblogs · 10 days ago
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Writing Prompt: Write a short poem/story whilst listening to this.
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