#this is especially empassioned

[simplydm]

Impulse is doing some kind of mid-dungeon monologue

[hellaverse-critical-confessions]

I have seen many clips of Hazbin Hotel. And while I do enjoy some of it (some of the songs, Alastor and Vox in general) I do have to admit as well there is stuff I do not like.

I do not like how rushed the show is. If each episode is supposed to be a month like everyone claims then jesus fuck that is just…bad…bad story writing. And leaves very little for development. Angel has the most development as of now I believe?

Then there is some of the characters, mainly Mimzy and Cherri Bomb. They are…not good. Mimzy is a selfish brat, but then again I think she was originally always supposed to be that way so I will give her some slack there. But Cherri Bomb feels like someone who wants to reenforce unhealthy coping mechs, which sucks since she is Angel’s friend. Now I should state, I remember Hazbin and got into it when it was just a Pilot and the Addict music video was our only source of canon Hazbin content, so maybe i am bias in that front. But ughh. Idk man. Maybe its because im happy Angel is improving himself i dont want someone else to ruin that for him :/.

And this is more fandom critical so I hope u dont mind but. I really fucking hate the shipping wars going on. Especially now since Hells Greatest Dad where Alastor says Charlie can call him dad to get under Lucifer’s skin. Vizie, who will i have problems with, told people they could go nuts with shipping i believe in an old tweet! But noooo. Just fight fight fight. But even then, how the fandom reacts in gen is why i rather stay on the sidelines and just talk about the show with friends. The fandom is fucking scary :(.

I've seen rumors around that they've had things progress at the pace of your average tween-produced Wattpad fanfiction because they couldn't certainly count on a second season... which to my knowledge, they will be getting, so that makes the decision sadder in hindsight.

But I do feel you in that last paragraph, Anon. Sometimes it's best to chill in a corner with our shows and keep a great distance from all the empassioned lunatics.

[dballzposting]

Epic sexual discussion text post about Goten x Palace x Trunks

(Palace-Chan Is Also Called Valese In Some Versions Of DBGT But I Domt Call Her That Becasue the "V" is too sharp for her she is too soft. She needs a pleasant "P" sound.)

I think that Palace is whimsical and kind of capricious and she is sweet and she loves herself and she knows herself and interacting with her really feels like you're interacting with a being who is whole. She may not know anything about anything but she knows how to experience the visceral sensations of being alive. She knows how to embody and process her own presence here

But she's whimsical and kind of mysterious from an outside perspective and while she can be very accommodating and adventurous she also knows what she wants and she'll conduct herself as if it is self-righteous fact (because it is).

So like I think that when she makes sweet love with her boyfriends she only lets Trunks do it from da back and she only lets Goten do it in da front (like a bonobo) (i mean i mean missionary. But it feels more bonobo-like than christian you have to understand. It's female-empassioned and sexually freeing.)

And it's just like Without fanfare without discussion. She communicates this nonverbally. She rolls over or she doesnt. With the warmest look of enjoyment in her eyes. And the men just have to go along with wherever she puts herself becasue when a woman wants to have sex with you it feels a bit out of line for you to ask for modification in the moment. Especially when she seems so sure of herself. Like maybe in your mind youre like "okkkkkk maybe I'll ask her later if one of these days we could switch it up?" but that question just never gets asked.

And so they never talk about it but Goten and Trunks do talk about it with each other. Once they figure out that Palace is treating them distinctly differently. And that's not so bad on paper, and it makes sense to them, that she would do what she has to do to keep them as discrete beings in her experience.

And Goten and Trunks typically aren't insecure people but since this whole situation is a little ... shall we say DELICATE from the beginning, they both reflexively decide that this is something they should feel shame for.

Trunks feels like "Why does she delegate me to the back ...? She cannot look at me? She wont let me look at her? Is she pretending that I'm someone else? Is it not about me at all? Is it becasue I'm playing second banana to Goten? Am I just player 2??" and he feels this way becasue he already went into this with some insecurity since he knew he was stepping into a relationship that was already established just fine without him. And he never really stops feeling funny about that.

And Goten is like "Why Wont She Let Me Hit It From Da Back Animal Style does she not really LOVE ME.. ? She wont have me love her deeply in the way that animals do in nature ? Is this not real ? She wont have me in the most intimate and visceral way ? We do it in the front like we're just playfully fooling around ? Teenagers in love ? IS THIS NOT REAL... ?" Etc etc

And they kind of argue their perspectives a bit to each other and ultimately they settle on trying to not have an opinion on the matter. It feels like Palace has made her decision and she has made that known and whatever it means to her is just what it means, they still feel like they have an honest connection with her so really what's the problem here...

And it's freaking interesting becasue this whole thing was already a delicate maneuver and a creative subversion from everything. They're all creative and loving enough people to introduce a third into what is naturally a one-on-one bonding situation. They can do it becasue being inventive and adventurous and loving is just as natural to them, but it's still always been a precarious balance.

This introduces more turmoil for them to navigate. Goten, who is from the rural mountaintop, is more adjusted to his vision of what's "natural" and "wild" and "real" so for his girlfriend to not have him in what he considers the most natural and real posture is ... hard on him. Likewise, Trunks is a cityboy who has sterilized a lot about himself, and who is adjusted to cultural images of face-to-face sex as the default, so he feels confused and slighted to not get to have it that way. Is he ugly ? Is it too personal to do it face-to-face? Does she not want the intimacy ?

This turns everything on its head. But it's just another difficulty for them to navigate in order to bring balance back to the relationship. Exercises like that are what strengthen them. Becasue again trying to balance 3 is a different science than trying to balance 2. The physics are all different. You have to be creative and curious and compassionate. You have to keep your heart open and you have to learn to feel yucky things without poisoning the other two.

Goten and Trunks have to do a lot to keep any aggressive jealousy from developing between them. They have to be open and honest with themselves to see it and they have to confide it in the other so that they can again be reassured, so they have to keep their hearts open to catch the other.

That's just like one example of what they have to do to make this work. It's a whole fuckin thingggggg

Maybe that means beating the shit out of each other in a civil and sportlike spar or maybe that means having an honest conversation or maybe that means sucking each other off on the couch Yeah I'm not afraid to say it . OK I'm a little frightened to say it . Editor can we censor that out please. No ? I have to push my boundaries for the sake of feeling okay and at home ? I have to have faith in the guiding principle of never casting disdain onto sexual freedom? OKKKK.. SIIIGHHH.....

I dont even think they'd do that to be honest Ok Well I think that they'd try it once. They have a long history of playing in dumpsters and eating sand so they'd try it once. I think that it's Trunks's idea. But then he just never offers to do it again. He didn't abhor doing it or anything but he just never offers to do it again. Doesnt ever cross his mind. He did his duty. Thank you for your service. Now he gets a veteran discount on affairs in the relationship . He already served so he shouldn't have to do it again ...

I mean personally I still have ample beef with believing the idea that they even COULD form a sexual and romantic relationship becasue they're childhood best friends and I just dont think that it'd feel right but WHATEVEREER THATS JUST ME and like a conservative senator who hires male prostitutes in Miami, here I am making the post anyway. Teehee <3

Anyway they also do other stuff to help their bond like bathe each other and eat food together and stuff like that . They go to the gas station and interact with each other in a way that is stifling with so much swag .

Anyway well you may be wondering why Palace will only have sex with them in one certain way. Well you see. I dont know

You domt have to get it becasue it makes sense to her .... that's just what her body wants to do and so she listens. And then I imagine habit plays a part too after some time.

I dont know if this is how she compartmentalizes having two boyfriends or if it just has to do with how it feels or what . But shes Palace so we just fucking listen

At any rate it's not becasue she loves one more than the other. And sex is intimate and deeply visceral no matter what. So she loves & trusts them.

Maybe she's unequivocally Correct and she is interpreting something about their spirits and this really is just where fate would have them. Maybe they dont get to do it the way they'd expect precisely becasue they were expecting it. Maybe it really is just best this way becasue of like energy flow or something . Only She Knows what she's feeling and how to use what she intuits . . . .

But also wouldnt it be funny if it turns out that actually she just never noticed and it was just the random chance of caprice in the moment that meant nothing

[inun4ki]

-gives kaede a new year's kiss -

belated new year's kiss

It'd been a tense evening at the Zen'in estate, lonely in some ways, but he hadn't minded so much now. Naoya might not have been as soft as he was, but here he stood beside him anyway, fingers hidden in their twining. They'd hung back, much further away from most of Naoya's other family members, nestled somewhere in the garden. They had a clear view of the backs of their heads and the center of the garden, but most of all, the night sky twinkling with stars.

There's no other place he'd rather be than with him, dangerously close, blush on his skin on the eve of the new year. It was cold, but he liked it this way - it gave him an excuse to steal an inch or two closer. He cast a glance up, adoration focusing on intense gold, leafing through dyed hair, trailing along the slope of his jaw... Handsome in every way, bratty spoiled prince in others, but still a most beloved thing. He didn't know when he realized it, not really, a bit preoccupied with an ever constant rash of curses, a mountain of paperwork, among other things. Somewhere in the middle, he'd taken a liking to Naoya, even when he was cruel and unkind - especially so. He wasn't afraid to bleed, swarm him with affection or let show his vulnerabilities.

He was happy, quite happy to stand beside him in the shade of a web of dead branches, soft crackles and pops steadily building to roar, swaths of color bursting across the sky - yet still, all he wanted to look at was Naoya, undeterred by fireworks and echoes of excitement and awe. Just him, the moments they had alone; No eyes could be spared to watch them, and Kaede had to take his opportunity, fully holding his hand and reaching up with the other to cup his face, urge him to look at him. Such a special moment couldn't be wasted, could it? Not even for selfish fools as they.

"Ara, Naoya-chan... Heppy New Year."

And then he pulled, pushing himself up onto the balls of his feet and kissing Naoya with all he had, tender, soft, but empassioned all the same. Skin against skin, tongues so briefly melding together, thunderous explosions hanging above them. It was only for a moment, but arms had snaked around his waist, warm and firm, affections returned. He wished it could've lasted longer, so lips and teeth could make their mark, so fingers could wander between kimono layers and brush against the skin beneath. It may have been chilly, but Naoya was warm, and he tasted like cinnamon and sugar - how could he not?

When at last they parted, he felt a twinge of disappointment. He ought to be grateful he'd been able to get that much; If he'd had his way, he'd have snuck off with Naoya and spent the time doing other things while everyone was busy, spoil him while he had the chance. He'd always been impatient and needy though, only too pleased to climb his favorite Zen'in like a tree and sweat it out. A secret so carefully kept, yet one so happily indulged. But, still, he ought to be grateful for at least a kiss. They could make out like lovesick teenagers another time.

As long as they were together, he couldn't complain.

@divinezenin

[reallyromealone]

Moving in

Dad Aizawa x baby reader

Shota sighed as he wrapped his son in a sling, (name) snoozing away happily as his tiny little hands clung to his dad's sweater and little feet dangling. With a sigh Aizawa made his way to the newly built dorms at UA, their stuff having been sent the night before so all that was left was them going there "let's get this over with..." Aizawa grumbled and the father son duo went off to their new living space for the year.

When they walked in it was still early maybe five am and little (name) was still out like a light as they went to the teachers dorm and Aizawa carefully set up his play pen so later when he got his shit ready (name) would have a place to sleep.

By time students arrived (name) was awake, stretching his little arms as Aizawa turned him to face forward because boy howdy did (name) get excited for new people "Aizawa sir, whose this?!" Mina asked excitedly as little (name) just looked at the incoming students curiously as he sucked on his pacifier. Aizawa sighed before looking at the students "this is my son (name)" he said bluntly and let his son hold his finger "how old is he?" Ochaco asked as she cooed over the babe who did not care for these people, far more interested in his hands hands.

"He's eight months old"

The students were facinated by the tiny baby but eventually Aizawa shooed them off to get them to go unpack "I will be unpacking myself, my room is down the hall to the right" Aizawa explained to the kids "I will put up a door sign if (name) is sleeping" he said holding up a door handle sign that said "sleeping baby" in simple bold words and the students nodded.

"We will uphold that sign!" Iida said seriously and chopped his hand and Aizawa just nodded before wandering off to his room...well rooms.

Teachers had more space than students especially if they have family, Aizawa getting two bedroom and a bathroom along with a small sitting room.

Just enough space for the two Aizawas.

Setting (name) into his play pen and grabbing a few toys for his son to play with, he began unpacking. Setting up his bed and setting up (name)s crib were the first things on his list before moving onto everything else.

(Name) just watched his dad go back and forth, perfectly amused with the company of his dad.

In his play pen were a few soft dolls of his dad's friends and co-workers and his all time favorite a handmade plush of his papa made by uncle Hisashi when he was born.

Aizawa had to bring it everywhere lest he be met with a sobbing baby.

The only fridges on the dorms were in the common area so Aizawa sighed before restrapping his son to his chest and lugging his babes formula and other infant food supplies to the common areas kitchen and began setting it up "you need help Mr. Aizawa?" Jiro asked softly, noticing her teacher had his hands full, Aizawa turned to look at her with an empassive expression before nodding "go to my room and grab his high chair if you can" he said calmly as he tried to keep his son from grabbing all his little baby snacks he loved so much "you can have some when the chair comes out" Aizawa said soft yet sternly to his son who looked up at him curiously.

" Here you are Mr Aizawa" Jiro said holding the high chair "thank you, this is an inconvenience but could you hold (name) while I set it up? He has a tendancy to want to 'help'" Aizawa asked the teen who awkwardly nodded and took the babe who was very facinated with her ear jacks and the teen played around with him, waving them infront of his face and watched the babe try to grab them.

When Aizawa set up the high chair he grabbed some bananas and chopped them up before taking (name) and putting him in and the two watched little (name) go to town on those bananas "he really likes bananas huh?"

"Oh he's a monster with bananas" Aizawa said with a slight laugh "if you need anything sir don't be afraid to ask me! I'm willing to watch him" it was very sweet seeing Jiro wanting to be helpful "focus on school but if it's an emergency I will come to you" Aizawa said patting her head "and you will be compensated accordingly when you do"

Jiro went back to her room to finish unpacking as Aizawa watched his son eat away "this is our new home bud, get used to it" Aizawa said fondly and little (name) wasn't even listening.

[nevilles-insinuations]

Tipsy - Clay Spenser

Summary: Clay is always iconic, but especially when drunk

TW: Mentions of drinking and being drunk (its the whole fic)

A/N: Hi people! Had this in the drafts for literal months (just watched the first season 6 ep, and changed a couple words to fit but there's no spoilers dw)

Word Count: 782 (kinda short but will write more on the topic if anyone wants!)

You heard them before you saw them, although what a sight it was to behold. You were surprised they had actually made it back while you were till awake. Still arguing over the remnants of a story that you would probably never hear the end of- "He lost his keys" were the first words spoken in your direction. Specifically from Sonny Quinn who offered an apology for their lateness and slightly dishhevelled appearance. Clay was holding onto him for dear life and they were somehow still bickering so you just stood there, waiting for it to end.

"Just saying the keys wouldn’t have rolled under the car if you hadn't dropped them!"

"Sure Peaches, I'm gonna assume that lapse in judgement is due to your inebriated state"

Sonny’s half exasperated, half amused expression wasn’t even your favourite part. You had to cover you laugh again as your eyes fell to you boyfriend. He looked angry that the older man had managed to catch him. Clay was trying to wriggle out of his grasp, clearly having too much faith in his drunken body. He had somehow beaten The Sonny Quinn to the punch and probably drank all the alcohol in the bar, because you could barely believe what was infront of you. Apparently, the story was Clay had won a bet which meant that unfortunatelty Sonny was now the designated driver.

“It is not my fault that you can’t handle your liquor"

"You are so unbelieavbly wrong right now"

"(Y/N), you get it-"

"I'm not getting involved boys"

They could hear your tone left no room for concessions, so the pair of them quickly dropped try to convince you. A little unsteady, Clay eventually made it inside the appartment, 3 hours later than he said he would. Although you were sure this was a record that would soon be broken again. Sonny ushered him through the doorframe, absolving himself of anymore blame about potential injuries or bruised egos. Now you were left to clean up the mess. Landing on the couch with a thump, Clay somehow still had energy for fighting. His damn drunk confidence had made him more empassioned than usual.

“Son- Sonny nearly… dropped me anyways”

Crossing his arms and with just a touch of sarcasm - He looked content that he had managed to yawn out the words and get one last jab in.

“Sweet dreams little delusional buddy- Blondie’s all yours”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way”

Turning back to your boyfriend, he had slumped his way off of the couch, settling on the floor. Blue eyes were attempting to innocently look up at you like butter wouldn't melt, but the alcohol meant he was half spaced out and focusing on the wall behind you.

“You’re a SEAL. How are you this clumsy?”

"M'not"

"Really?"

To prove his point, Clay took the hat off his head, reaching up to plant it on your head instead. Attempting to stand up, it was almost like an invisible force immediately knocked him back. You had asumed correctly, he was not making it to the bed.

Now came the fun part.

"Come on"

You grabbed his arm, trying desperately to lift him back up. Eventually, your method had some success and most of him was back onto the couch. You moved to grab a blanket, knowing he was going to be stuck on there until morning- afternoon if you were being realistic.

“You want some water?"

He shrugged at you, but you knew he would be thankful for it later. But he kept watching you with a bright smile on his face. You were safety for him - a bet free zone- that would, of course, still tease about this night for years to come. But his home nontheless. He could barely see straight but he could still see you.

"Just go to sleep"

He nods in response and you could see his eyelids getting heavier with the absence of loud music and fellow yelling drunk people. Running your fingers through his hair, your hand rested again his head for a moment. His several attempts to kiss your arm were almost on target, but at least got you to laugh again before you left him to his own drunken devices.

"Good luck - love you"

There was a slight pause as his brain caught up with his mouth to understand your words.

"G'Night babe"

His hands grabbed one of the couch cushions, cuddling it tight like a teddy bear as he finally settled into his bed for the night. This was definitely the last time you would see him happy for a couple days, you could practically smell tomorrow's hangover on his clothes.

[afreakingdork]

Regarding the post about alexthymia, I've clowned on him a lot, but in truth I understand Donnie quite an embarrassing amount. Emotions are something I've never been very good at, people in general even less so, and often I end up pushing them away through a lack of understanding and frankly discomfort with my own feelings. I have a myriad of examples from my own life of me fumbling the bag, or using so called 'Donnie-fingers', on my relationships just as bad as Donnie himself, especially when it comes to romance. So, despite dragging his name through the mud time and time again, I wanted to tell you how good of a job you've done with this guy. It really is realistic to how bad it can get when you can't recognize or put a name to your feelings. I tell him to get his shit together, but honestly it's more like a self empassioned rant into a mirror.

We're supposed to be the smart one, I lament. How far the mighty have fallen. I hope my musings have been cohesive, and not too preachy or eye-rollingly pretentious. I do promise it began as praise and I intend to use it that way. Well done.

Gosh, thank you so much for sharing this and saying that. I think you did a wonderful job laying your feelings out and this is exactly the kind of line I was hoping to toe. Those without alexthymia have valid concerns about being hurts and those with alexthymia have valid struggles and hurt others/themselves without meaning too. Not to say someone's difficulties are fascinating, but being able to explore it in writing has been a pleasure. Thank you again 💖

[stardusthuntress]

Yes! To ALL of that!!! Cannot wait until the Ahsoka show comes out, but more because of Thrawn than the other characters. Don’t get me wrong, I love them all, especially Ahsoka and Sabine, but I find it hysterically funny how Thrawn is always miles ahead of everyone, and that no matter how hard they try not to, even the Jedi just end up creating self-fulfilling prophecies that play directly into his hands.

I feel like Ezra is going to get a moment while the space whales leave to give an empassioned speech that makes us trust him, and then exactly like you said! Thrawn’s “about time, thanks for getting me outta there and back home, now here’s what’s really going on”. I just wanna see the look on Ezra’s face as he realizes he knows Thrawn is telling the truth.

I can only imagine seeing Ezra doing his very best not to react at all as he follows Thrawn around the Chiss hallways, Eli once again serving as translator.

Eli’s occasional “wow, you must really have impressed him, he just called you ‘our best bet at surviving this’” or something and Ezra’s standing there all confused until Thrawn takes them both aside and explains the long game he’s been playing. He doesn’t strike me as the guy who’d give Ezra all his cards from the start tho, just enough to keep him interested and on his side. And Eli won’t fill Ezra in until he’s promoted to. I hope there are a few moments where Eli holds Ezra back and tells him “just watch, this is gonna be funny”. And there’s gotta be a few “ok, wait, there’s more you gotta know” Thrawn-tells-all moments. Cannot wait until the “all those deaths weren’t my fault, they were Price’s fault. Oh and btw, the Emperor is an asshole I only stuck around because I wanted to pick a successor, but the dude just wouldn’t fucking die!” reveal. Eli’s gonna have a constant headache, asking “you did WHAT and thought the politicians would just let it slide? Fuck ‘not showing favoritism’, you suck at politics, you’re stuck with me now. Ezra help me out with this, we need those Jedi reflexes or we’re all screwed”

And yes, Ezra would totally have the best time using his Jedi powers to annoy the shit outta Ronan! And I totally agree it would make him best friends with Eli! That and keeping Thrawn’s nose clean. I’m betting Admiral Aralani is also gonna end up adoring them for that, since that kinda used to be her job alone. Thrawn might not see it coming, but he’ll play it like that was part of the plan all along. Aralani will try to make him swear not to bring any more human pets home.

Ahsoka and Sabine are totally gonna burst in ready to save the day, only to find Ezra, Eli, and Thrawn chatting like they were never enemies, in a room full of skywalkers that adore them all, and Ezra going “oh hey guys! I was wondering when you’d drop by! Ahsoka look, little Force sensitive children that need our help! Anyways, Thrawn, that’s not gonna work because…” and they’re gonna be so confused. Aralani is gonna be passed that they wrecked her ship on the way in, and then realize Thrawn just brought two more of his favorites home, and didn’t warn her even tho he knew this moment was coming. Eli makes a note to buy her some of her favorite caffeine, she’s gonna need it.

After reading Treason again I just wanna say that I'm convinced Thrawn was buzzing with joy when Ezra decided to yeet both of them into the Unknown Regions.

[my-forgotten-notepad]

Pokemon ScarVio plot line is overall dissapointing; the following will contain spoilers for Pokemon Scarlet & Violet

As mentioned above; I think the overal plotlines of ScarVio are dissapointing, I think Operation Starfall has a rushed an awkward start that feels disconnected from the engrossing and empassioned middle before hitting us with a fake twist reveal before crashing and burning miserably at the end. Victory road is the gold winner here; but it's also not trying to reinvent the wheel, it's just the most consistent from beginning, middle to the ending. Path of Legends I liked and was kinda hooked on as the mystic of massive pokemon with unique powers and terrifying strength that may or may not be fairytales was cool, Arven's growth was cool; but like Operation Starfall, PoL crashed at the end for me.

I will break down my thoughts more thoroughly below.

The way we're introduced to Team Star is by them picking on students to try and brute force them into signing onto the team to fill quotas; this is never addressed nor brought up again. It's literally there for us to go "No, stop; Don't bully people" and then battle them. This is incredibly ironic especially when you start beating the base guards, the grunts and the Star Squad Captains and find out that they were bullied relentlessly in the academy.

Through the captains we are introduced to the Big Boss (a faceless character) who helped them and they instigated the ethos of Team Star, their dress sense, theme songs and prepared to take on every last bully in the academy because they were just so done by the academy letting it happen. They were planning to take justice in their own hands; but in their own words, the bullies never materialised and more importantly they all dropped out quickly and quietly and dissapeared. Perception of Team Star soured and worrying the faces of the Team (the Star Squad Captains) would lose their place; Penny talks to the corrupt former director (Clavell's predeccesor) and willfully goes to Galar for a year to let them stay at the academy.

We also hear from Clavell as Clive the hip rocker student; that it seems the academy buried so much of this and actively deleted or destroyed records to maintain the academy's reputation and image. This was where I was utterly hooked and I was excited to see who B.B was and how Operation Starfall would end.

So after struggling several times to best Eri and her insanely powerful revaroom; I return the academy, where I meet the fake-out twist of Operation Starfall. Director Clavell. Who admits to being Casseopeia via pre-programmable recordings; claiming he started Operation Starfall when an attempt to try and stop the bullies in the Academy went sideways not due to TS members; but the academy itself. Noting how he had been a visiting teacher when he encouraged students to stand up for themselves and was appauled when as director, he found several records were incomplete or just missing. Through his time as director and as Clive and B.B; Clavell was able to pull the truth together and admits the code is the code and you battle.

his team hits hard and fast; it's varied with types and physical/special attackers and he has the starter strong against yours, its an amazing conclusion about the damage failing your students or allowing the legacy and image of history to dominant the truth. A unique talking point running parallel to the opening text about how the academy operates by pulling from the legacies and history of the past to inform the now.

It's only after the battle that Clavell softly and quietly admits he is in fact not Team Star's Big Boss, nor was he Casseopeia and he will strive to make sure such a great blot and shame that led to the situation with Team Star will ever happen again. No faculty member should be able to wipe their sleight clean at the expense of their students.

Then he gets squaked at by the Maths teacher and is told he has to write out apologies to everyone and is carted off. Which leads us to fighting the actual Big Boss of Team Star; Penny.

Penny can best be described as the colour beige hardcut with anxiety; that's it. Unlike Arven and Nemona; she doesn't grow in the slightest from the time we save her from the Team Star grunts who never appear again on the stairs to the academy to our time descending into the Paldean crator. Nothing changes.

So, we meet her at the trainer fields and you can more or less one-shot OHKO her entire Eveelution team (Umbreon, Flareon, Vaporean, Leafeon, Jolteon and Sylveon). There's no grand speech, other than "I was bullied and it sucked and I can't talk to people, so I made Team Star and I guess you know the rest." That's the end of Penny more or less. Outside of kinda being a foil to Arven during the conversations in the crator; Penny just dissapears from the game.

Victory road is okay; the central thing is growing and competing with Nemona. Who is fairly static, but grows to have some restraint but never a lot; both in battling and in conversation. She's fun and spunky and kind of is a strong reminder and motivator for the player to push themselves too. Nemona can be a little forgiving in some battles; but also incredibly punishing if an when you present an opening to her. This leads the player to level up and try to get a fully evolved team ASAP, as well as when to and when not to use the Terra Orb. As you might actually benefit more from your pokemon's dual-typing rather than the attack buff from the Orb. All in all is the generic, tried and true beat 8 gyms narrative; kinda cool you can do them in any order. meaning if you're crazy enough you can try and battle against gym leaders whose entire team sits beyond your trainer level cap just for funsies. That could be a ScarVio hard mode challenge, trying to build teams that can survive against such massive level divides.

Leaving finally; the Path of Legends storyline.

I like this one the most originally and through the middle; it's the ending that ruins it for me more than anything.

When we start at the lighthouse; we're introduced to Arven, a spiteful and harsh boy with the motorbike lizard. He's intense and awkward and full of a lot of emotions he doesn't quite know how to express or handle. Arven is strongly characterised, like Nemona but in different ways. We beat him in a battle, get motorbike lizard then receive a message from Sada/Turo about caring for it. Arven expresses strong emotions about hearing his parent's voice, more specifically how they don't really address him.

Once we're out of the academy; we venture round fighting the titan pokemon and the Herba Mystica, both of which are things Arven is fascinated in. The original reason given is the Scarlet Book informs that the Titan Pokemon gravitate to certain areas and the Herba Mystica has supposed healing and culinary properties. Arven expresses an interest in the taste and quality of the food; connecting to the picnicking gimmick of ScarVio.

It's only after the second Titan that Arven introduces us to the actual reason; his bestest boi Mobasstif is incredibly ill and needs aid. But Arven's tried everything and nothing works; the Herba Mystica is his last chance to save his first pokemon, his greatest companion. The game hammers this home by adding in the cutscenes of Mobasstif eating the Herba Mystica and slowly regaining his strength and control of his body. Arven often exclaiming how he hasn't seen his dog's eyes or barks in literal years; showing how long Mobasstif has been ill and unwell.

Throughout all of this Sada/Turo has been messaging us to take care of the motorbike lizard.

This all culminates in the final titan and Sada/Turo tells us to take motobike lizard to the Paldean crator; also take Arven I guess. This incenses Arven who demands answers and Sada/Turo admit they cannot leave the crator and to go the lab. That doesn't soothe Arven but we go to the lab, where we're told now that Motorbike lizard is healthy again to come to the crator for all the answers; again Arven demands something substantial and is told no.

As we exit, Arven expresses his anger and his sadness and his confusion by informing us of the thing we kind of already knew; that he's the professor's kid. What we didn't know is that he lived in the research centers in the crator most of his childhood before (at least from his perspective) being sent away. The reason Mobasstif was so unwell and injured was Arven attempted to breach the crator some years ago and was almost done in by smaller versions of the titan pokemon. To prove he's strong enough now we battle (he has all the mon he found on the PoL Titan Pokemon battles + Mobasstif) they are all level 60-62 and they can hit like trucks. It's a strong battle and Arven feels confident in almost beating the player but they still need some muscle (this is where you finish Victory Road and Operation Starfall to get Nemona and Penny open to finish Path of Legends).

Your team gets to the crator and there will be future/savage forms of pokemon from top to bottom more or less. The coolest part of this are the research notes from Sada/Turo, the conversation cutscenes with Sada/Turo AI and the automated dialogue exchanges between research stations. We start with Arven having all his burning emotions boiling to the fore-front; making him come off as a giant dick and Nemona and Penny scold and make jabs at him until we get about halfway down and a savage/future pokemon comes at Penny and the reality sets in and both Nemona and Penny realise that Sada/Turo cared more about their research than Arven.

This is actually backed up by the research notes; which kind of slowly descend into aggressive intensity about acheiving paradise in the now. Noting about how they need more researchers in one lab, to pondering the idea of having two of themselves (leading to the creation of their AI counterparts) but the one that stood out to me was when they referenced the new researcher who was as smart as them; abandoning the project entirely and 'taking the boy too'.

And when we finally came to the Zero Lab; Arven doesn't get more than 3 lines of dialogue with Sada/Turo. It feels rushed, clunky and more importantly there's no closure, no admittance of fault or oversight.

Sada/Turo is a terrifyingly neglectful parent who left a robot who has no actual closure with Arven and then fucks off to the past/future and all Arven has is some bland passed over "Mommy/daddy love you; i'm fucking off now BYEEE!" Like that is literally the biggest exchange Arven and the ghost of his dead parent trapped in a machine have. "oh, they actually did love you." Followed by the AI malfunctioning as the Paradise Protection Protocol triggers and the AI just says at the end of the motorbike lizard vs motorbike lizard (which was the most anti-climatic fight ever, even besting Penny's battle). "The time machine will keep pulling future/savage pokemon through it and cannot be turned off. Only when I enter into the past/future, will it turn off." then just goes.

Arven then just spouts off about how his parent must have actually loved him or something; which just rings hollow considering they didn't actually talk, the AI just blurted two lines out at him and then bails forever.

I had thought what we would face at the Zero lab was that the professors had found a way to travel to and from the past/future, but their technology failed and needed us + motorbike lizard to save them. Because they missed Arven and the whole conclusion was gonna tie off all of the issues of Sada/Turo letting work consume their every waking moment to the point they referred to their child as 'The Boy' in their research notes rather than Arven.

... This Installment did a lot; and I think in the end, that scattered focus did more name to the game narratively more than anything else.

Tell me your thoughts on all of this, anyone who has played and finished ScarVio. Am I making a mountain out of a molehill about the storylines?

[lostmyshadesanon]

Happy Birthday @teyvat-writer !!!

From 🦊 Anon (guess not so anon anymore!!), but asks don't let you put the read more cut, and I wanted to tease you by posting this early and seeing if you can hold out till your birthday! Also if I don't do it now I WILL forget to write it. This is just the set up because I'm not in the mind space to write the p*rn part of this yet, and my mind won't really let me write pwp.

So Hydro!Archon!Male!Reader x Childe

Part 1 (Meetings)

NSFW-ish only a few lines are dirty.

You were unaware of what he would become.

You became aware of his existence the first time when he hovered between life and death drowning in the abyss, but fighting like a feral animal to survive. You thought it fitting to award him a part of your power compressed beautifully into a palm sized jewel to assist in his struggles. You were not so kind to help him directly, but hopefully this would do.

He faded in and out of your awareness over the years as you ruled over Fontaine. First his struggles as Ajax to escape the abyss, then Tartaglia to survive till adulthood, and finally Childe the harbinger. It grated slightly that one of your favored would work and worship under another archon, especially that conniving snow witch. But you were to busy to truly care ruling an empire and defending your gnosis was exhausting enough.

But maybe you should have paid closer attention to your favored as your favored paid attention to you.

First as Ajax singing worship and praise in the guise of tears and breathless thank yous for being granted the power to escape the abyss, then as Tartaglia through sweat and carefully burned food scraps for surviving another winter with his family, after all a vision holder who can summon fresh water is in high demand during the harsh summers of Schneznia, high enough to buy produce in the dead of winter, finally in blood as the 11th Fatui Harbinger, and careful maneuvering so that when her Majesty the Tsarista demanded your gnosis HE was the one sent to collect it.

He had done so much in your name to make it worth the favor you granted him that allowed him to see another day. Though he felt bad about stealing from his patron, he knew if it was any other harbinger you might not live through the removal of your gnosis.

You must be strong as you were an archon, the thought of a good fight sending a shiver down his spine, salvia flooding his mouth, and blood pooling in his groin, but you just looked so delicate. He just wanted to bend you over and break you on his cock, until nothing but drool could spill from your mouth, and his cum drip from your hole.

You were a tiny thing closer to the Balladeer in size or that wimpy wind archon Signora dealt with, but both individuals were forces to be reckoned with so Childe knew he had to be careful. These thoughts filtered through his head as he patiently waited in line to meet you at your palace, in the heart of Fontaine, for a "diplomatic" meeting with the Fatui.

Dark blues eyes, as deep and dangerous as the ocean depths, tracked the other Fatui members squeezing through the crowd and covertly setting up the talismans for a barrier seal. Once he entered the building it would be sealed off, the others thought it was in the case of a fight.

Childe's lips kicked up roughly bordering between friendly joy and bloodthirsty lust. He did hope you would put a fight but he couldn't wait till you would be spilling things other than blood. His name, his cum, or your own Childe wasn't picky.

Watching the last Fatui agent give the sign that the barrier was ready to go Childe couldn't help but give a true smile to the receptionist as he gave his name and reason for his appointment. Right on time.

You couldn't help but feel nostalgic as a familiar flash of ginger hair entered your courtroom. Your favored one had grown up well from the half feral boy you had granted a vision to. He had grown tall, taller than you, filled out with sleek muscles granting him the grace of a large predator, and most importantly he reeked of abyss and danger. As they saying goes if you gaze to long into the abyss it will gaze back into you as well. It truly was the abyss you stared into when gazing at the haunting depths of his eyes.

Granting him a smile much more intimate then with your normal subjects, you exchanged pleasantries. You offered a seat at the large conference table and you both sat down and started discussions on Fatui involvement and presence in Fontaine.

After formalizing many documents and going over contracts and trade you brought up an incident that might jeopardize the Fatui's presence in your city.

"Some of your men have been harassing the common people on multiple occasions. We have many signed witness statements of these events across Fontaine, and the people are demanding some sort of gesture from the Fatui as compensation." You sigh deeply after making the statement, and passing your favored a stack of said statements.

Childe wasn't really surprised he HAD told his subordinates to make a bit of trouble just in case he needed a reason to set up more meetings with you in an effort to retrieve your gnosis, and claim dominion over you. His thoughts slowed for a moment before a sly grin split his face, and a delightful thought entered his mind.

The sly smile turned playful as he careful tilted his head and batted his eyes. "A gesture such as a harbinger willingly submitting to their city's archon?"

Mischief brought a light to his eyes as your own carefully studied his body. You had remarked on his physique earlier but now skimming over the bulging but slim muscles and flashes of pale skin revealed by his dress uniform you felt heat build in your stomach and your mouth drying. "Yes." you rasped before coughing lightly and continuing, "Yes, a show of willing submission from such a high ranking member to their city's archon would be a good enough gesture."

Childe carefully tucked his growing fangs away behind his lips making sure his smile didn't slip and become more lustful at your agreement. He had been able to brush off and ignore his own arousal throughout the meeting only feeling twinges as he stared at your soft lips or beautiful eyes, come roaring back at the rasp in your voice and the answering hunger in your eyes.

Childe carefully leaned back head tilted cockily. "Well if you don't have any other appointments, and we send our people away with these important documents, we can get started on that "show of willing submission"." Childe tilted his chair back before spreading his hands out.

"Unless you enjoy an audience." Blue eyes carefully trace over your form showing the hunger inside them. "I know I wouldn't mind."

He watched a blush crawl up your neck, though your face remained mostly empassive though your eyes revealed your desire, before you sent your servants and his agents away. Seeing a carefully hidden hand gesture Childe knew the barrier would go up as soon as they left the room and knocked out all your guards.

Childe's chair hit the ground with a resounding clack. He smiled, Check mate.

*****

Don't worry they're be a part 2 with the p*rn I'm just not in the right headspace for that yet.

Happy Birthday 🎉🎈🎉🎈 again @teyvat-writer

[shinjukuspiritcommittee]

Health and Sports Day- 3

Health and Sports

3

Finally... after so long of waiting the day finally came. The field day you've seen plenty of friends clamoring about online. Your Yoyogi friends seemed especially excited to pit their talents against other students from other schools and other friends have been openly expressing whether or not if they'll be in attendance. The night prior you fantasized about the day since you've never been to one. All the excitement kept you up a bit longer that night and you spent time speaking with Salomon over all the possibilities that could happen. Although something unusual crossed your mind- for some reason you hoped to see that girl from the other day again. Your commute over you fussed over why someone would want to run away from you. You weren't trying to come off as threatening nor as anything malicious. So then why...? The train announced your stop which broke you out of your thoughts and your heart began racing. This was it. You were about to step foot onto Yoyogi Academy's fields and take part in your first ever field day. As if on cue Salomon came out and began saying "Master you seem pretty excited for today~." You told Sal while you couldn't wait to get out there you also told him that girl from the other day was on your mind. Your familiar gave you a bit of a cheeky look, "Master are you daydreaming again?" You told Sal it wasn't like that before he pressed his teasing even more. "I see. So master likes them flighty and mysterious~. I guess I better try to play hard to get myself..." You bopped your familiar on the head and he whined about it. He made a comment about needing a tactical retreat before you could scold him and Sal went right back into his personal space. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics and finally stood up in preperation for your stop. Once off the transit you practically booked it towards Yoyogi Academy. Thankfully it wasn't a long walk and needless to say you were in awe once you arrived. Flags had been hung all across the schoolyard and a welcome banner was across the school wall. Inside was like it's own sort of mini culture festival with plenty of the students already there at their own little desks and stands mingling with other students from other schools. Some of which you immediately recognized like those from the santa school and some of which stood out to you despite not meeting with them formally like a rather timid lion asking around for something to a white tiger off to the side and casually speaking with one of the upperclassmen, Yasuyori. Regardless there was so much going on you didn't even know where to start. A bit lost you wanted to ask Yasuyori for advice but someone grabbed you from behind and pulled you into an empassioned headlock. "You made it!" Ashigara declared boisterously. "And not a moment too soon either!" You laughed a bit as Ashigara ruffled your hair. Once he let you go you told him you've never been to a Field Day before and wanted to know what it was all about. Your bear senior reeled back in shock. "YOU of all people!? You go to everything!" You tried to deny that remark. Sure you were involved with a lot but it wasn't every little thing. Ashigara laughed. "Don't worry. I'm just busting your chops! I'm sure everyone else will be happy to see you." "It's a relief to see you in a good mood considering you just got out of the infirmary. Again." Yasuyori sighed as he joined up with you. You greeted him happily and asked about that tiger Therian he was with. "Oh, you saw that? He... He and I go a ways back. I was just trying to convince him to stay, but duty calls elsewhere I guess." You made the point he at least came out of his way to stop by at least. Yasuyori nodded. "That's right. I guess I'm just a bit disappointed I couldn't introduce him proper." "Pheh, who needs em?" Ashigara smirked. "You've got the best partner right here." "You mean...?" Yasuyori pointed towards you which stunned his classmate. "If you've got energy to crack jokes like that then you've got plenty of energy to throwdown right now!" "...You can't be serious." You and Yasuyori said in unison. "C'mon! I need a good warm up." Ashigara said. It didn't look like he was joking... "Hold it right there mister." A girl's voice called out as Durga, Gunzo, Kyuma and that girl from the other day were all quickly making their way over. It seems like the girl from the other day had called out to him and wasn't very happy with him. "This is your third time out of the infirmary this week. You don't want to make it a fourth do you?" "Also don't forget who had to clean up your mess!" Durga joined in with irritation. "W-well yeah, but-" "And don't forget what you promised Mr. Arima." Kyuma added. "What's everyone ganging up on me for!?" The bear cried out in aggrevation. "I'm fine see!?" "That's great and all, but..." Gunzo chimed in. "You may wanna save it for the actual events. The competition's looking pretty stiff this year." He looked around the group forming and spotted you among the crowd. "Hey, what's up?" Gunzo waved with glee but when the girl noticed you she looked away. Her attention shifting to Durga. "Durga, won't you come with me to check and see if they need any more help in the infirmary?" "Ah no need for that, Yui." Kyuma said. "I checked by a little while ago and Mr. Arima said he and Instructor Avarga brought everything they needed for the tent. All they're waiting on now is their volunteers to show up." So her name's Yui... You could see the girl named Yui flash Kyuma a look before stammering. "O-Oh is that so?" She seemed incredibly nervous and you asked her if anything was wrong. "N-No. Nothing's wrong." "Yeah, now that you mention it..." Durga pondered. "You've been uppity all day. What's with you?" Yui looked at her classmates now all staring back at her and she became immediately flushed. "Nothing's wrong...! Honest." She sighed as all eyes were now on her in concern. "Okay okay... in truth..." She cleared her throat and looked you directly in the eyes. "I've fallen in love with you." The looks of concern were immediately replaced with looks of shock and abstract terror at her confession.

[dballzposting]

Nooo it's true . Vegetas fashion isnt really how I make it out to be

For example it is engrained in my heart that hes got a FIERCE streak and if he really let loose hed wear BOLD colors and BLOCKY shapes, like those Vegeta tit tueaday pics, short BLUE dresses and just BLACK shoes and WHITE gloves. The contrast between these blocks of flat color is VITAL, his exposed/defined form is FIERCE .

BUT . I mean. You look at him at the end of Z and you look at him in GT and they dont seem too different, like you cant really see what I pedal transpiring in between.

He wears tan and black, tight-fitting shirts, and especially in GT he dresses like hes going to a gay bar. WHICH IS BEYOND PHENOMENAL. But it's not what I'm always on about is it

Hmmmmm. Well I defintiely think that Vegeta Tit Tueaday was done and over with by GT . But Fierce Fashion Friday is ONGOING. He's still very clearly trying to find himself fashion-wise in GT. It's a neverending journey... to be the fiercest in all the lands....

I never really made a post explaining tit tueaday bc WHO WOULD HAVE TIME TO READ SOMETHING THAT LONG and becasue I wouldnt know how to organize my thoughts on it . But I can tell you that it has it's own role in the ongoing Fierce Fashion era, and Fierce Fashion is entirely about self-expression .

Bulma would try to give him advice and steer him more toward something "presentable" and she'd try to "make it work" but the whole point of Fierce Fashion Friday and Vegeta Tit Tuesday is that IT ALREADY WORKS - out of virtue of the fact that IT DOES NOT FOLLOW ANY GUIDELINES. It is purely the empassioned whims of a neophyte, it works bc it looks good and feels right.

Honestly the whole scenario is a bit relatable which it probably why it means so much to me. I too am a neophyte with a love of fierceness, and I have no idea wtf that even means outside of the context of what I think I know. VEGETA IS THE SAME WAY and that's the POINT .. he is prince Vegeta and he knows Enough to dress like the fierce prince he is .

Why do you think he got those boobs installed... a prince ought to have the biggest boldest boobs around .. you can chuckle if you want but I mean this 100% respectfully.... this is about a budding sense of beauty and a need to express the self, and though that may recquire an audience to perceive it from time to time, it is NOT about FOLLOWING any "STANDARDS" that are outside of the self .

Ok that's my rant. I really ought to watch GT bc I really want to see how Vegeta dresses

[blacksunscorpio]

Natal Chart Patterns In Astrology

In a nutshell, a chart pattern represents a convergence of energy.

The accumulation of planets in a certain shape that defines a personality type or a dominant characteristic for the native. Chart aspect shapes are a powerful guide to our most profound psychological motivations. They identify which parts of our personalities work harmoniously, and which parts are so different that they are hard to reconcile with one another. In layman’s terms, chart patterns define our “egoic psychology”. There are seven arrangements or patterns the planets form within the circle/Natal wheel.

1. Seesaw

This is when the planets occupy two opposing areas of the chart.

Keywords: Objectivity, awareness,  balance, vacillating, fluctuating, reciprocal, networking.

2. Bowl

Highly focused, here planets are all within 180 degrees. Here, the individual uses puts their focus on achieving in the themes of the houses in the unoccupied portion of the chart. And yet, the houses of the occupied portion reflects their comfort zones - which offer support like a container, hence ‘bowl’.

Keywords: Self-contained and strong core values, dependability

3. Bucket

Like a bowl pattern with one planet in the opposite arc–the ‘handle to the bucket. A strong focus with much energy pivoting around a single planet.

Keywords: Empassioned, wishful, endeavoring, high-reaching, enterprising.

4. Splash

Shows planets evenly distributed around the chart. Variety of the interests of the individual scatter their focus but also have the potential of making them skillful in a broad range of areas.

Keywords: scattered interests, diversity, flexibility, jack of all trades, versatility.

5. Bundle

This pattern has planets all within 120 degrees. Focused interest in the houses occupied. The Bundle personality is self-contained, concentrating the ‘I’ or themselves. They’ll also be focused on the themes represented by the houses and planets on the occupied part of the chart. With this placement, one can be highly subjective, with a strong personal point of view. Keywords:  Intense, determined, relentless.

6. Locomotive

Here planets occupy 240 degrees of the chart, the remaining 120 is empty. Emphasis is on the first and last planet rising. The individual is very driven, motivated toward the themes of the midpoint of the open 120° area. The first planet (moving clockwise) is seen as the front of the engine, and its sign and house indicate the energy which fuels and drives the person.

Keywords: Drive, energy, persistence, and enthusiasm

7. Splay

The planets create three points of emphasis

Key words: Individualistic, grounded, and confident. Focus on occupied houses.

Honorable Mentions

8. T-square

This aspect pattern is formed when points in opposition also form a square with another point (or points). The pattern resembles the letter T when viewed within a natives chart.  A T-square stimulates drive and courage, but also tension and conflict. The native can be very active and achievement-oriented, especially if this aspect pattern falls in cardinal or fixed signs, but much energy can be wasted in needless conflicts and frustrations. You get me?

9. A Yod aspect pattern:

is a configuration between at least three planets or points in the horoscope to create a long triangle that looks like a witch's hat. It’s an Isosceles triangle. The Yod is a challenging aspect pattern but holds great potential for spiritual evolution and increased awareness. They’re formed by two quincunxes, which means an inconjunctions [150 degrees apart] and a sextile. The two planets shooting quincunxes towards the third are linked by the sextile. in layman’s terms: Do you feel driven by some mystical force that seems beyond your control? Do you feel as if you have a deep well of talent that is just out of reach? Are you chronically distressed due to the feeling that you have a “important” or “special” calling in life and are incapable of figuring out exactly what that is? That’s the energy of the Yod in your natal chart.    

[365days365movies]

War November I: The Last of Mohicans (1992) - Recap: Part Two

What exactly is the Seven Years’ War?

This is the moment where I bemoan the American education system, yaddayaddayadda, we all know the deal. But OK, what exactly is it? We learn about it very little in primary schooling, since we focus more on the Revolutionary War most of the time. Which sucks, because this is the FIRST war that crosses oceans! Arguably, this is the first intercontinental war the world had ever seen!

See, as the kinda self-centered nation that we are...OK, the VERY NARCISSISTIC nation that we are, we only focus on the American campaign of this war, which was the French and Indian War. And that actually lasted 9 years, not seven. But this war not only involved England and France, but several other nations. Fighting with the British were the American colonies, the Holy Roman Empire, Portugal, and a bunch of territories that would eventually become Germany (Prussia, Brunswick, Schaumburg, Hesse). And against them with the French were the various Native American nations, Russia, Spain, Sweden, Austria, and India. Yeah, India!

In fact, this war was fought ALL OVER the goddamn place. As each empire attempted to spread their influence at lightning speed, battles were fought in most of North America, the Caribbean, ALL of Europe, Argentina, Senegal, India, Sri Lanka, and the Phillipines. Yeah, uh, this was a HUGE-ass war! And the ending results were monumental.

See, by the time the British won (which they did), they had accomplished quite a few things. France and Spain lost ground in the United States, with France losing BIG, and being pushed solely west of the Mississippi, losing Louisiana in the process. They also lost their territory in Canada, India, and much of the Caribbean. Spain gave up Florida as well, and India gave up the entire eastern region (Bengal) to the British Empire. Yeah. This is the war that gave the UK control over India. Which went...awesome...

The Seven Years’ War is a major part of world history, and should be known as well as any other by your average American student. What’s worse, arguably, is the fact that there are so few films that cover this conflict. Outside of adaptations of The Last of the Mohicans, I was able to find 21 films that cover the whole thing. The most famous of these are TLotM and the classic Stanley Kubrick historical epic, Barry Lyndon.

And yes, this is on my list...even though it’s 3 hours long.

Eventually. I’ll get to it eventually. Anyway, with all of that said, let’s get back to this story, shall we?

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap: Part Two

Cora makes her empassioned plea, tells Duncan to fuck off AGAIN (which is fantastic), then goes to make out with Hawkeye through the prison cell bars. And then, AS IF THAT WEREN’T ENOUGH, the French attacks the fort so badly, Munro is immediately forced to surrender. Which, again, actually happened! However...it’s about to take a turn. And it’s about to become a grisly part of military history.

See, Munro decides to surrender once he learns that Webb, the other general, has decided not to send him reinforcements, because ever British officer in this movie is an asshole, apparently. With this, and with the generous surrender terms provided by Montcalm, Munro decides to surrender to the French. This sits VERY poorly with Magua, who desperately wants to kill somebody, especially Munro.

Montcalm tries to talk him down, but Magua wants revenge for the death of his people, and especially for the death of his children and his enslavement by the Mohawk allied with Munro. His wife left him, his life was destroyed, and it’s all Munro’s fault! Yeah, shit, Magua’s gonna fucking destroy this dude, huh? Montcalm tells Magua that the French cannot break the terms of the surrender, and will not harm the British forces. But, uh...Magua ain’t French, now, is he?

The next day, the British forces and their allies are shepherded out of the fort unscathed, as promised. But as they walk through the upstate New York wilderness...

Looks like it’s ambush o’clock.

The Huron, led by Magua, come out of the forest and start attacking the troops, who are accompanied by the three Mohicans (one of whom is a prisoner). And it’s a LOT of Huron, all armed with guns and ready to kill. And lemme tell ya, they FUCK the British up. It’s a massacre...and it actually happened.

Yeah, in one of the most infamous events in the French and Indian War, and in the Seven Years’ War, the Native American allies of the French killed Munro’s men after they’d already surrendered. In reality, this was motivated by communication problems between Montcalm and the Native Americans, and happened within the fort. Munro wasn’t there at the time, and would die later that year of unrelated causes. However, in the movie...

Oh, shit, Magua made good on that fucking promise, huh? While Hawkeye and his family save the other Munros, and the Colonel gets his heart eaten (Jesus), the rest of the army gets slaughtered, with the exception of Duncan and some men. They all escape on canoes, pursued by the Huron, and Duncan STILL THREATENS TO KILL HAWKEYE. DUDE! NOT THE FUCKING TIME YOU ASS

Everybody escapes and hides in a cave behind a waterfall, and Duncan continues to be an asshole about BEING ALIVE! God, I hate this dude. They save his ass, AGAIN, and hide in the cave to throw the Huron off of their trail. Hawkeye tells Cora about her father, and she asks him not to tell Alice about it. However, Alice is clearly, like...NOT FUCKING OK RIGHT NOW, and almost walks straight into the waterfall before being saved by Chingachgook.

Realizing that their powder is soaked, Hawkeye and his family decide to take off in order to get more so that they can save them. He pledges to come back and find Cora, and then the three of them jump into the waterfall to escape. And at that point, well, the Huron find the Munros and Duncan and take them prisoner. They’re brought to the main camp of the Huron, and Magua consults with an elder chief, or sachem, speaking only in Huron. Just then, Hawkeye arrives in the camp, assaulted by the people there as an outsider and enemy. He makes it to the Sachem to address him himself, and tells them the truth about Magua’s ambush, with Heyward translating for him in French. He also offers himself in place of the girls. 

Basically, Hawkeye and Magua both attempt individual diplomacy checks, and go up against each other. Hawkeye does OK, but Magua rolls a 16 and has a better bonus. The GM rules that Hawkeye be allowed to leave, Heyward will be brought back to the British, Alice will be given to Magua is right the wrongs done to him, and Cora will be burned alive. Damn, dude, that’s a roughie. However, Duncan...Duncan rolls a nat 20, because he translates the statement as sacrificing HIMSELF instead of Cora. Um...damn, dude. Fucking credit where credit’s due, holy shit. 

He’s taken and burned, while Cora and Hawkeye are allowed to leave. Looking on from afar, Hawkeye shoots him dead, in order to put him out of his misery. Meanwhile, Uncas and Chingachgook look on as Magua takes Alice away to do God knows what. Uncas rushes in to intercept and save her, getting into a fight with Magua on his own. And it goes...poorly. Magua kills him and throws him OFF THE FUCKING MOUNTAIN.

Alice sees this happen, and walks to the cliff face. Magua tells her to come back, and Alice...OH FUCK WAIT

oh shit alice just jumped off a fucking cliff

That was...Jesus, man. And Cora saw that shit? Fuck me, man, that got brutal fuckin’ FAST! Chingachgook watches his son die, Cora watches her sister die, the sound mixing in this movie is FUCKING HORRIBLE...sorry, had to get that out. It’s SO BAD, guys. I had to change the volume on my TV, like, 20 times.

Chingachgook and Hawkeye catch up to Magua’s Huron party, and Chingachgook murders the ever-loving FUCK out of Magua, godDAMN

Cora and Hawkeye reunite, alive and severely traumatized, and they take off with Chingachgook and reconvene on a mountaintop. I have to turn the volume up again, because of that sound mixing issue, and we hear Chingachogook pray to the Great Spirit to watch over Uncas. He then declares himself Chingachgook...the Last of the Mohicans.

Roll credits.

Yeah, wow, that was...a lot in the last 30 minutes there.

I’ll talk more about this in a review post, but overall, I liked it...mostly. Now, if you’ll excuse me, the ending music is SO LOUD, I have to turn down my TV again. The sound mixing...is garbage.

See you in the Review!

[skellebonez]

19/26 for Spicynoodleshipping?

"Oh my gosh, is that idiot my s/o?"/"You're an idiot." "I'm you're idiot."

"Dude, some idiot just jumped in front of a truck and broke it!" MK heard one of the shop customers say as they watched the muted TV, the rest of the customer's group looking at their phones in varying levels of amusement and disbelief. "Can you turn the volume on?" He yelled over to MK and he did do, curious to find out what was happening. Traffic accidents weren't exactly rare in the city, but this particular one looked... odd.

There was a large truck, looking like it belonged to some kind of electronic store, overturned and... looking kind of burnt, actually. It was laying on its side and the parts in the undercarriage looked like carnage, not seeming to be related to the burn marks, and the apparent owner of the truck was looking at it in horror and relief.

"I-I don't know what to say, the brakes just went out and I couldn't stop!" The driver explained. "If that guy hadn't jumped in front of me I would have probably DIED! That thing wasn't stopping for anything!"

"Well, you heard it folks!" The reporter said entheusiastically, gesturing to the wreck before her. "What initially seemed to be the start of a tragic accident that could have cost at least one life, if not more, is actually a miracle in disguise! Did the man who caused it know or was it a stroke of fate? Let's find out!"

And the MK caught the flash of red hair on the other side of the screen and hs jaw dropped. "Oh my gosh, is that idiot my boyfriend?"

He leaned in closer to the TV, seeing Red Son's face suddenly take up the screen as he stood next to said news reporter. MK couldn't tell if he looked more smug or embarassed as he held on to a very small and content cat.

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"So," MK said once Red Son attempted to quietly climb in through his window, having used the fire escape to access to his balcony, startling the demon into freezing. "You overturned a truck."

"In my defence," Red started, climbing in the rest of the way and standing straight. "I saved a cat. And a man. And property. And maybe other people. I didn't really care enough to stick around and find out."

"I know," MK laughed, patting the space next to him on the bed. "I saw the news report. You were as loud as you always were on camera." The fire demon gave him a disgruntled look but said nothing before taking the offered seat. "So... did you REALLY know the truck's brakes were out or did you actually just dive in to save a cat from being run over?"

"For your information I-!" Red stopped himself, taking breath and groaning. "It was the cat. I looked at it and thought of Sandy's cats and moved without... thinking."

With a shaky laugh MK scooted over to sit closer to his boyfriend. "I mean this in the most loving way possible, especially since you saved a cat and you've been trying to do kind of good things since we've been dating and everything worked out good in the end. But... I got kinda scared when I thought of you getting almost hit." Red Son looked at him with surprise. "I know, I know! You're an ancient powerful demon who can't be killed by a truck of all things even if you did get-"

Red Son suddenly grabbed MK's hand. "You're an idiot. I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me forever." Red squirmed a bit, looking uncomfortable with the openess he was offering. MK understood.

"I'm your idiot," MK rebutted with fake haughtiness, though taking no offense. "And you're stuck with me too."

"GOOD! ...Good. I'm sorry," Red Son muttered, face heating up in embarasment. "For scaring you. BUT! I DID know the brakes were out, by the way, when I heard the HORRENDOUS sound it was making once I was in front of it, how that man could listen to the near screaming in pain his vehicle was doing and still drive it I have no idea! I have half a mind to-"

MK listened as Red Son went on an empassioned and loud tangent on vehicle maintence, smiling wider the longer he went on and as his hair started to flare up.

"...What?" Red Son asked as he noticed MK looking at him.

"I really really love you."

Red Son's hair sputtered and flared. "I LOVE YOU TOO!"

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

Enemies to lovers Eddie Kingston hcs? Please and thank you! :)

Oooh, I like this one! I enjoy enemies to lovers and I can easily see Eddie catching feelings for someone, especially given that they prove they give as good as they get. Yes. Yes please, lemme just attempt this.

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Uh, not much, tbh. There might be sexual tension heavily implied. Maybe a few empassioned shoves on readers part, lots of swearing.. But nothing really graphic here tbh. 

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From the word go, you two did not mesh well at all. You were the new interviewer and Eddie was the first person you were to interview. And he spent the entire time sizing you up. Which in turn, pissed you off because you felt as if he were writing you off. And he might have been. When he called you babydoll your thighs clenched AND you had the strong urge to grab hold of his throat and strangle, and if your job weren’t on the line, you might’ve just said to hell with it and done it.

-- He’s not the kind of guy who easily admits when a person just gets to him from the word go and you had. Hence the twenty five pound chip on his shoulder during the interview you two met in. There was just something about you that had him feeling some kind of way. He’d never admit that, of course, because Mr. Tough guy up here doesn’t do feelings well at all... But anyway...

After the initial meeting, he seemed to take joy in crossing paths -and picking fights, but of course, the little shit.. With you. And you gave as good as you got, to your credit. Plenty of shouty shoving matches (on your end of course because while Eddo is a hothead, he wouldn’t shove you. He’d actually prefer not to touch you while you’re angry bc it’s not right for one thing, and another, he’s willing to bet the farm that you got one hell of a mean right hook.) that people yelled at you both to just go fuck already.

-- Granted, that was an.. idea.. that may or may not have been on both your minds. But anytime anyone ever said it to either of you, they were met with either a blank look or a ten minute outburst on why that would NEVER fucking happen.

-- Although, if looks of an argument and sexual tension lingering heavily in the air between two people was anything to go by then whew.. Lawd a mercy, jesus. You two, in the heat of the moment at any given moment, appear ready to tear one another’s clothing off. Jaws clenched so tight as you snap back and forth that it sounds like one or both of you may or may not be growling.

But all that fighting is mentally taxing on a person... especially if maybe.. possibly.. they’re catching feelings. As suddenly as it all started, it kind of just..stopped? Seriously... you and Eddie seemed to keep a wide berth of each other. If you were in a room together alone, one of you always walked out. And this got to you. You felt annoyed. hella angry, because he never even gave a really swaying reason as to why he disliked you and said all the things he said to you over the course, in the first place.

Things came to a head at a random chill out at a bar for drinks after work one night. He was there playing pool with some of his buddies and you were sitting there at the bar, nursing whatever you were drinking, glaring a hole through him. “I don’t fucking get that jerk. I just don’t. He continuously makes my life absolute hell for weeks and now, can’t even fucking look at me. Nope. This is gonna come to an end. I’m not going to just sit back and wait on the damn guy to start his shit all over. Not happening.”

-- Famous last words. You slipped off your seat and walked over to him, tapping his shoulder angrily, because all the way over to him, you were thinking back and damn if that  didn’t get you stirred up all over again, the anger as fresh as it had been weeks before.

-- Eddie whirled around, staring down at you and you EXPLODED. Only it wasn’t just anger and vitriol coming out, it was remarks like “Your stupid sexy face, I don’t know whether I wanna... kiss it or punch it.” were slipping out in the heat of the moment. Eddie folds his arms over his chest, letting you dig yourself into your own hole. And when he felt you dug deep enough, he stepped real close. His body brushed right against yours. He was staring down at you with that calm smirk. A hand raised, resting against the wall at your back palm down. His forehead brushed right against yours and he muttered calmly, “You gonna shut your mouth, doll, or am I shuttin it for you?”

-- “I’m nowhere near close to..” the words were stopped by the deepest, most biting, desperate and needy, touch filled and kind of annoyed and or irritated kiss you’d ever been given in your entire life. Your hand started off palm down against the front of his jacket but by the time it broke, it was somehow digging into his shoulder as you melted into him and your tongue battled his in a heated frenzy. When the kiss broke, he stood there, catching his breath, staring down at you. “You done now, doll? Or do I need to do it again, huh?”

You, of course, were entirely too shocked to do anything, but when you got your wits back, you were about to pour your drink on him. His hand caught hold of yours and lowered the glass/cup/bottle as he chuckled. “You’re feisty.. Maybe that’s why I wanted ya so damn bad I couldn’t fuckin think straight.”

“You what now?”

“You heard me. Ain’t repeatin myself.” Eddie shrugged it off as if the admission were nothing but to you, it was everything. After things cooled down just a hair, he came and found you again, getting you outside the bar to actually have a talk. And you two wound up walking around a few city blocks. Stopping at a park to stargaze and the conversation continued. You two were really clicking and it hit you... Neither of you actually hated the other the entire time. You were both just simply too stubborn to admit the real feelings you did have.