#which might be an exageration

[mzminola]

I’ve said before that one reason I like the canon tidbit that Tim was a city kid while Janet was alive (the Drakes didn’t live in Bristol until after Jack’s coma was over) because it makes Camera!Tim more plausible.

But also? I think it makes Tim’s canon origin motivations more plausible. Tim imprinted pretty damn hard on Dick Grayson, and subsequently Robin, but little kid Tim was just as obsessed with Batman, and with seeing the Dynamic Duo as important symbols for the city.

Why would a kid from out in the suburbs care about that?

Sure, tracking caped vigilantes in the news is an interesting hobby, but the level of attachment Tim had? It’s possible for a tourist, I guess, but it says local to me. It says someone who directly sees the effects.

We get some interesting similarities and differences with other Batkids. Jason and Tim are from disparate economic classes, and Jason is explicitly from the part of town Batman didn’t bother patrolling in. Jason had every reason to see Batman as useless at best and an active threat to himself and his community at worst. It takes Bruce giving Jason the resources to help people himself to change that view. Batman didn’t matter to Jason as a symbol, he mattered as a parent.

Tim is theoretically from a part of town that benefitted from Batman; everywhere in Gotham is dangerous, but there might’ve been a drop in street level crime in Tim’s neighborhood when Bruce patrolled there, an uptick in corporate crimes actually getting the evidence to prosecute, a drop in mafia’s controlling things. That’s speculation though; maybe Batman didn’t make a lick of difference, he was just visible.

Cass is raised outside Gotham as an assassin, but spent an unknown amount of time as a Gotham street kid. We first see her in the city in canon after the earthquake, when everything’s gone to hell and the vigilantes on the ground are making a difference when the government gives up on them. Like Tim, she sees Batman as an important symbol, though this seems to be less about Gotham, and more about the contrast to her assassin upbringing.

Stephanie is from the Manchester suburb outside Gotham, and her view of Batman isn’t based on the city at all, but on his direct effect on her family. By the fact he foils her villain father’s plans. Steph comes to care about his opinion of her, but he’s not a symbol the way he is for Tim & Cass.

There’s probably something to say about city-dwellers Jack & Janet sending Tim to boarding school, but I don’t know enough about that subject to get into it.

[bmpmp3]

oh whoah the new noa hex demo is REALLY really good. something 11 year old warrior cat fans in 2008 would use for their emo furry amvs (compliment)

it apparently uses his attack, power, whisper, and nasal out of his 13 reported vocal modes, im so curious about the rest. you can really hear the nasal and whisper being used to good effect, and the tuners (aria and tomo in the credits) were doing some crazy shit to those breaths hes like doing 2006 alt rock vocal fries and gasping and vocal breaks.... how did they do that

[patricida]

Can feel the cavity of my skull filling with rotten mush its quite strange. how weird it is to try and think/follow through any sort of logic lately

[rhyme-thinks-stuff]

i'm going to hit (at least) one of my fantrolls with the aplatonic beam

[ulmus-spellook]

Just me venting about printer stuff

I'm out here creating notes on articles and collecting ones I want to use for notes, all on my computer (my book collection is a whole other thing) and so I have long ass word doccuments (I can never spell that word correctly -_-) that I need to organize and tabs open with articles that let you print them and the need to figure out how to turn ones you can't into a doc you can print (easy with wikipedia, so text dense, but when it's something with a lot of pictures that creates it's own problem) and I just have so much stuff I plan to print out and put in my binder-grimoire (as opposed to my notebook ones. The binder is nice because I can stick all sorts of stuff in it and keep re-organizing it afterwards), but I have a problem. I bought a new, relatively cheap, printer because the one I had been using broke and I had limited access to it (It was not my own) and setting it up keeps feeling overwhelming, but I have so much stuff that I'm like

^me going through articles online and trying to keep track of everything I need to print.

[oceansssblue]

Can I request a Hunter x reader fic where they have a knife throwing contest? (You can choose who wins)

cool request! I'm down!

Decided to do a little flirty thing between a badass female reader and our sexy sargent. Note for everyone that requests me something; if you want speficically a female male or neutral reader do tell me! If not I'll jump to whatever I feel.

Hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"A SHARP SMILE"

TBB REQUESTS –HUNTER/F READER 📩💖🔥

WARNINGS: PUBLIC KNIFE THROWING CONTEST, SEXUAL TENSION&SUGESTIVE (BUT NO SMUT), FLEETING MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL AND A SINGLE FLEETING REFERENCE TO PROSTITUTION.

Hunter carefully watched another round of the knife throwing contest develop in front of his eyes. Cid's Salon had been experiencing a drop in it's sales for quite a few weeks now; and after Tech's comment on how announcing special shows or activities could be an adecuate solution to such a problem, the Trandoshan had oficially inaugurated "Friday's Knife night". Tech had pointed out he had been alluding more to a special drink's discount or karaoke night; but Cid had waved an impatient hand at that, and claimed Ord Mantell didn't catter to the same "Coruscant's sweethearts". Hunter could only agree. The idea of the citizens in Ord Mantell singing a ballad was... Something.

The contestants were good for normal everyday people standards. Most of the knifes always ended up properly stuck to the wood board; though only a few of the participants were skilled enough to hit the borders of the –one round human, another round twi'lek, and so on– black siluete. He could tell who tried just for fun and who had had to use knifes before to defend themselves. None were good enough to match Hunter's seasoned abilities, though; which was the reason why he had comformed himself to remain a silent spectator instead of an active participant.

Almost an hour later, Cid announced the last contest of the night. Hunter studied everyone who payed the fee and wrote their names –and identifications– down on the list; wondering if he should just play in this last chance. There was nothing that ruled him out. He could inscribe himself and win the price; Omega could do with a new set of clothes, as she was outgrowing her current one quite fast. Hunter gulped down the leftover of his drink and patted Echo's shoulder; making his way towards the line.

Upon seing him, Cid rolled her eyes.

"Gonna double that bet, Broody?" she tempted him.

Hunter nodded with a shrug.

"That way I might be able to pay the exagerated fee you'll probably request from us next time" he smiled falsely sweetly, signing his name and turning to walk away towards the wood board.

Cid glanced at you waiting patiently on the line and smirked. Oh, was Broody in for a surprise.

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You silently studied your competition. You needed to repair your bike and you were confident on winning that price. The bet was higher than the rounds before as well; the first place just had your name written on it. Plus, half of the participants were already embriagated at this point of the night. It wouldn't be too difficult, or so you hoped.

There were some new faces and some regulars. Your mind quickly divided the participants into three groups; real competition, like Raak –a duros you have had the bad luck to fight against with more than once in the past–, complete drunk disasters, and strangers you weren't really sure were to place that could be a potencial surprise. Like the male human clad up with heavy looking armour as if he was ready to jump on on an open battlefield anytime now; your eyes quickly detecting a vibroblade hidding in a compartment on his thigh. The guy certainly cut an intimidating figure; broad shoulders and trained muscles moving under his armour. His long hair –pushed back and away from his tattood face with a red bandanna across his forehead– didn't sweeten his looks; he still looked... A spicy kind of dangerous.

The corner of your lips inevitably tugged upwards. You've always had a nick for this kind of men; men who could ruin you but who you quickly put into place.

Right then and there, his eyes flickered over the room; quickly landing on yours, almost as if he could feel your stare.

You arched an eyebrow in half surprise, half amusement, and half defiance. Well, wasn't he some kind of well trained soldier or mercenary perfectly aware of his surroundings... You almost wished he could make you a run for your money; give the night some exciting real competition.

Your perspective on such a handsome attractive man would forever be tainted if he just made a dissapointing mess of his knife throws. Just in case he didn't, you threw him a quiet side smile.

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Hunter's eyes couldn't help but bore into the female stranger; watching without missing a beat how the woman carefully picked up a knife from the table of possibilities offered by Cid. She slowly examined the weapon, turning it around in her hand patiently; studying it's shape and weight while ignoring the muttering and impatient calls from the crowd around them.

She seemed to nod to herself and he took in the way she positioned herself in front of the wood board; stance impecable with her body slightly turned to the right side, fingers gripping the shiny end with just the needed amount of strength. With just that and the way she concentrated on the siluete –not her hand–, and how she retracted her right arm back before quickly throwing her knife forward, Hunter already knew she had done an good job. Still, he couldn't help but feel surprised at the precision with which the knife got stuck to the center of the chest markings on the twi'lek black siluete; and how she swiftly and calmly abandoned her stance as if it was nothing.

For the second time that night, the pretty woman catched his eye and arched her eyebrow towards him; as if she were asking him a silent "there, that's my shot. What about yours?".

Hunter's hand confidently grabbed a sturdier knife from the table and got into position. He was... Intrigued, for now; but he'd show her how it was done.

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You couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement and arousal at such a sight. The man –you have discovered his name was Hunter, appropiate for the way he moved and watched– is definitely not a dissapointment of any kind. Round after round, he had matched you outstandingly well; all of his knifes hitting the exact center of the targets, not letting you stand ahead of him for a single point. He glances at you each time he finishes a throw now too; indulging in your little game and warming up the blood in your veins. It has been a while since you felt this attracted to someone; more so with him being a total stranger.

When it's the other participants time to throw –Raak following the two of you closely behind– he casually stops besides you; his eyes never leaving the contest in front of you.

"How' you learnt to throw like that?"

His voice is deep and slightly husky. Oh, this couldn't get any better.

You keep your wits together regardless of your thoughts and reply just as nochalant.

"Life has a strange way of throwing shit at you" you answer, arms crossed in front of your chest, eyes on the board. "I prefer to throw my shit back at her".

He glances down at you, and you can't help but smirk quietly. You know it's vague, but you're not about to spill all your secrets. He'll have to work with that.

"What about you?" You ask back, this time letting your eyes drive up to his dark amber ones. "You gonna tell me you know your way around a knife like that just by being a model Ord Mantell citizen?"

He hums non-comitally, eyes boring into yours. You have to force yourself not to fidget at such intensity. He really is something.

"Thought my outfit gave it a way" he humours you.

It pulls a smile on your face. Yeah, he's not giving away unnecessary information to potencially dangerous strangers either. Well, at least he's smart and has a sense of humour; you'll give him that.

"Last round, handsome" you push your luck and teasingly move your very fingertips along his shoulder and down to his arm. He squints his eyes at you and you grin up to him innocently. "Better not get distracted".

Hunter hums and moves to pick up his last knife.

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The man has, once more, impecably hit all of his knifes on each center of the human siluete target. You only have to repeat the same and you'll both split the price; it's not ideal, but you'll have just enough to fix your bike with the savings you've been keeping this past month.

After picking your knife up, you glance at him one last time. Maybe as a way of saying goodbye. If he's a sore looser, or if he simply doesn't want anything else to do with you, this would probably be your last time of enjoying the sight of such a specimen.

You don't expect to see him with his... Daugther, though. It's obvious the way they're related with how the blonde kid looks up at him; chatting up excitedly and the love and admiration she holds for him bright in her wide eyes. He chuckles quietly, slightly bent down towards her, and pats her shoulder affectionately. Behind the girl, three other men have approached the scene too; perhaps equally interested in watching the final wrap up. Perhaps to support Hunter. They're all wearing the same kind of armour; minor alterations, but it's obvious they're a squad of some sort. A family. And they all look at the kid exactly the same way.

You glance at her, and then down at the knife in your hand, a million thoughts speeding through your head. You haven't had the easiest of childhoods. War is all you remember for a big part of your life; your teens spent running away. You had been forced to adapt to the cruel ways of the galaxy very quickly; and with the options being either becoming a prostitute or an assassin, you had made the choice that finished moulding the person you are today. You're not proud; but you're not exactly regretful either. There are a few deaths you always carry in your conscience; but you mostly only accepted the requests you hand-picked yourself, so you've kinda done your part wiping your corner of the galaxy from scum. Not the prettiest of jobs, and certainly not one you would go proudly announcing around; but life's life. You'd like this kid to have an easier one; and by the way her family are head to toes covered in armour, ready to fight ay any given second, you're guessing it hasn't been going exactly that way til this point in time.

You catch Hunter's eyes staring at you. Your heart beats faster inside your chest. Your hand tingles.

You turn towards the target. You calmly position yourself. You take a deep breath; and then, your last knife flies to the target.

Laughs and cheers errupt around you. The blonde kid smiles.

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"Here you go, Broody" grumbles Cid, reluctantly pushing the pile of credits into Hunter's opened hands.

Hunter smirks.

"Bet all against me, huh?" he asks, inevitably happy.

Cid gives him the side eye.

"Well, my pockets would be full if my girl there didn't succumb to your supposedly good looks" she quotes with her hands, then roles her eyes. "I never quite understood the hype for humans anyway".

The Trandoshan walks away, still muttering a hundred of insults and dissapointed comments. Hunter doesn't feel a tad of guiltyness; Cid might not have won the bet, but she had definitely made good money on Tech's idea. The salon had been to the brim, drinks flowing around constantly. She really can't complain.

Hunter leaves the earned credits with his brothers and then turns to scan the lingering crowd. He quickly finds you talking to another participant near the entrance of the Salon. He excuses himself from his family and walks towards you.

You quickly wrap up your conversation with Raak with a forced smile, and once the Duros has reluctantly walked away, you turn to the approaching figure with a honest one.

"Ah, the man of the night" you chirp, roaming your eyes ever him quickly. "Got all those credits in a safe place?

Hunter glances back at Wrecker.

"Don't think anyone's gonna try to steal from him" he answers in good humour, and you nod in agreement.

You've never seen a human that big.

Hunter studies you quietly for a pair of seconds; then tilts his head.

"I admit the knife in the crotch was a good dramatic ending" he comments, then asks genuinely "Why did you let me win?".

You hum and take a look back at his family.

"Kid's cute. She yours?" You directly ask in return.

Hunter smiles.

"Sister" he explains. "More like an adopted daugther, now, though".

You can see the love he holds for her as well in the way he speaks and his features soften.

"Well, I've done some bad things in the past, but I still got a heart" you explain, trying to sound casual. Vulnerability is not often showed in planets like this. "You probably need those credits more than me".

Hunter is surprised; both by your reasoning and the fact that you're admiting it out loud to him. People aren't usually that honest and... considerate here. Or in the majority of places in the galaxy. This... Doesn't really match the idea of this dangerous –though sexy– woman he has in his head. This suddenly makes you more... human.

"What were you going to do with the price?" He asks, curiously.

You shrug.

"Repair my bike. I can usually do it myself, but I can't seem to find the problem this time".

Hunter hums. He doesn't take his eyes off of you.

"One of my brothers knows his way around mechanics pretty well. Maybe he could take a look at it, no need for extra payment."

That's sweet. You nod and smile up at him.

"I'd appreciate it".

You fill yourself with courage and take a tempting step towards him; right hand gently travelling upwards to rest in his chest plate.

"Now, why don't you follow me home for the night, mm? We can take a look at my bike tomorrow. Whatcha say?".

Hunter's turned on just by the fact you have been the one to ask. He has certainly had his fair number of situationships in the past; but he usually always have to be the one to make the first move. This time, however, he seemed to have catched your eye since the start; and you're decided to see this attraction through. He likes that, a woman that is self-assured and knows what she wants. He's happy it's him for this night.

He exchanges a glance with one of his brother's –the one with the headseat and the scomp– and then makes a polite gesture with his hand. He smirks playfully. You already know you'll be having a good time.

"Lead the way, mesh'la".

THE END.

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Wohooo! This spicy little one was so much FUN to write! I hope you all liked it as well, specially the user that requested it.

I'll publish a Tech Mermay long oneshot TODAY AS WELL; and the next one planned will be a Wolffe one.

Stay tunned!

Xx,

Sky.

Back to my main masterlist here:

[skeletinmoss]

The curse of the dark Phoenix

Chapter 8: Rescue plan

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“Well, I managed to read the journal,” Logan offered handing Virgil the book in question, open on a specific page. Clearly curious to see Virgil’s response to what was on it.

Roman hoped Lo knew better than to show Virgil that poem. He thought Logan was more invested in protecting the arch mage’s dignity than that.

Was he really that concerned about Roman getting his heart broken? Or was he hoping to gauge Virgil’s opinion of Gustav?

“Hm,” Virgil mused as he flipped past the page Logan handed to him. He briefly glanced at a few more and then returned the journal. Not too affected by the contents. Other than a bit of pity. “Good job. Though this is not the true text yet,” Virgil pointed out.

Logan nodded and tucked the book away. “Yes. After hearing him talk. The way he writes is… it doesn’t match at all,” he muttered frustrated.

“Logan. It was Gustav’s job for longer than you can phantom to uncover and keep secret information. If you broke through all his protections in one day, I’d have to wonder how he managed to be the best in the game for so long,” Virgil pointed out, making Logan feel significantly better about his slow progress.

“After we save your friends we should pass by the archives for old maps to see if there are any clues as to where these ruins lie,” Logan mused. “Though we should see the council before that to inform them of our discoveries. I don’t think we can, in good conscious keep the three of you a secret from them and the king for too long…” Logan mused.

“Actually, Remus would be your best bet on finding the ruins. He traveled the uninhabited areas of the country the most over the years. He didn’t get the title ‘terror of the mountains’ by attending knitting circles,” Virgil pointed out.

“Terror?” Patton asked, his voice skipping a few octaves.

Virgil chuckled. “Exagerated. He’s a little feral but harmless,” he promised. “Mostly,” he added after a moment’s consideration. Oh. That was so reassuring. Still. The man Roman remembered from the memory seemed to have some kind of control over his potentially more aggressive tendencies.

“Well. In any case. That means that both our missions lead to the same place. Logan? Any clue?” Roman asked.

“Actually, yes. Based on the uniforms Remus described, I put together that we are looking for a colder climate, and he mentioned water leaking from the ceiling several times. He said it was a temple, he never mentioned anything like a cave, no animals coming in other than those they brought to sacrifice to him. And a big red stone that seemingly grew from the ground. Which was also, wet. I think that they are in an underwater temple. Specifically at the sunlake, so named because so called Sun stones naturally occur here. And I think that this is how they keep him in his guidance form. With an unusually large sunstone,” Logan surmised proudly.

“Sunlake… Hmmm. I think we called it by a different name back in the day. But I think I know the one you talk about. It makes sense. And the good news is, there’s an inn not too far from there. Which means that we can be with Remus as soon as a day after we stop by my home,” Virgil smiled satisfied.

Roman was about to argue the math, but then he realized that the kind innkeepers probably could let their visitors out through any of their locations.

He trusted that Virgil knew the math on this journey better than them. Not to mention, them having horses now might alter the time table.

“We have a plan. So now we have some rest. And some food. And then we travel on,” Virgil stated. Roman couldn’t help but smile at the hope rising in his chest.

Wanting to take full advantage of the upswing in Virgil's mood, Roman, jumped up and made a grand gesture. "Then we will make haste and free your friend from his prison in three day’s time!” he declared. “We will storm the church and free him from whatever chackles hold him prisoners and clear a path for his Grand escape!” as the picture became clearer he remembered that they hadn’t exactly left the capitol prepared to take on cultists. And their secret weapon might be going in with a handicap.

“We should try and find weapons to defend against the cultists. I assume that the sunstone will affect you too?" he asked.

Virgil nodded. "Even if I had a moonstone amulet on me, from the sound of it the sunstone in the temple is pretty big. It would cancel any moonstone I could carry with me out," he confirmed, growing concerned.

"Even Remus isn't crazy enough to set off a spell in guide form in a potentially unstable building. It's hard to take half measures in that form, I won’t be of much help." And the good mood was going down. Roman was not so easily discouraged however.

"No need to worry! We can practice some defensive spells in the next few days. You and Pat can teach us! And once we have our hands on some weapons we're going to be fine. The cultist have been doing their thing undisturbed for 50 years. They won't know what hit them. Before they can remember defensive protocol, we'll be out of there!" Roman declared confidently. Virgil smiled carefully. Some hope returning. And something else...

"Let's start with getting some sleep. I presume we will forego the meditative magic hour and opt for a full 8 hour cycle now that we have this... time altering circle active?" Logan surmised. Mildly uncomfortable nut also fascinated by the magics at work.

"Janus is going to love you,” Virgil smirked. “But yes. Rest first," he agreed a bit reluctantly.

They set up to rest in the room. There was only one bed and it was out of the circle Virgil made. So they laid out their sleeping mats on the floor. Heads to the center.

Roman laid down with Virgil to his right and Logan to his left, Patton across from him. It didn't take long before his friends let rest take them. The high mage, however, was wide awake and growing less likely to fall asleep with the minute.

"You aren't sleeping," Virgil observed, laying on his side, facing Roman.

"Neither are you," Roman pointed out mirroring his position by tucking his arm under his head like a pillow.

"That shouldn't bother you too much. Just ignore me. Go to sleep," Virgil instructed.

"I'm not going to leave you to worry by yourself. Especially while you also feel guilty. Which you shouldn't, but I get it," he offered. Virgil kept quiet.

"No one saw it coming, and you didn’t have any reason to think something was off. If you had, I have no doubt you would have stopped it. That is likely why they went after you first," Roman pointed out. "You can't drive yourself mad on what ifs and should haves. You are here now and you are fixing it. And in order to fix it you need to be well rested. Reincarnating has to take up a lot of energy. So rest. Remus will get your message the moment we break the circle. You will see him again soon. And you can kick his butt for being by himself while people were going missing," Roman rambled.

Virgil chuckled, warm fondness trickling through to Roman's mind.

Then he was silent for a long moment, contemplative. "I know you... have affectionate feelings for me," he mused. Roman felt himself go red. Oh. So they were having that conversation now. Okay…

"And I... won't pretend that i don't... that my initial superficial attraction to you hasn't started to grow into something else..." Roman's heart started racing. Sure he’d felt Virgil had positive feelings towards him, but he hadn’t been sure which parts of those had been mere wishful thinking fueled misinterpretations on his part.

"But I’m... I cant explore that with you right now. Too much is going on. I can't be distracted. Not even by a verry cute guy like you," he insisted. Roman nodded in understanding. Not trusting his voice. Virgil maybe kind of sort of liked him back…

"Can you be patient with me?" Virgil asked.

That was a ‘later’! Not a ‘no’ but a ‘Later’!!!!

"Of course," Roman promised as soft as he could so his voice wouldn’t do something weird.

Virgil smiled at him and for a moment his guards went down and Roman felt his fondness in full force and he knew that it was for Him. He made him feel that way…

“I think I can sleep now. Thank you," Virgil murmured before curling up and slowly drifting off.

Roman grinned to himself and used Virgil's building inner calm mellow out his own feelings so he could find sleep too.

Sure, he had to wait. But in all honesty he wasn’t entirely sure about his feelings himself. He had enough to figure out, not just on his feelings about Virgil but about how the quest was turning out. They could take it a day at a time.

[sky-kenobye]

For the Abba lyrics prompts, how do you feel about #47 with Obikin? 😁

Here I am, exactly five months later 🫣 I swear I hadn't forgotten it, I was just uh... lacking inspiration. But I did it!

#47 There was something in the air that night

Here you go, hope you like it! :D

There was something in the air tonight. He supposed that was what victory felt like.

Dooku was dead. Grievous was dead. Sidious was dead. The CIS and the Republic had declared peace.

And the jedi were... well, 'letting lose' might have been a bit of an understatement. Anakin was one of the most sober person in the room and he was well past tipsy. He couldn't help but marvel at the sheer number of jedi there. It was more than he had seen in a single place since at least the beginning of the war, if not longer. Not that he could see everyone at once, but he could feel them. Master, knights and padawans (the older ones that were of drinking age at least, although he spotted a few that he was pretty sure shouldn't have been there) were all over the room of a thousands fountains, which had became the spontaneous and unanimous meeting point for all the jedi at the beginning of the evening.

This... gathering... hadn't been planned but since the day Palpatine -Sidious- had been discovered and defeated, more and more jedi had come home. All their leaders dead, the CIS had floundered, which every battalions had taken advantage of to secure local victories, and when no counterattacks had come they had all eventually been called back to Coruscant one by one while peace talks had started.

And today, the armistice had been signed, finally.

As soon as they had heard the news, jedi had started reaching out to each other, spreading the news, and all of them had eventually flocked here to share their joy together. Even the crechemasters and their clans had come at first, until alcohol had started appearing (Anakin suspected the shadows to be behind that) and the younglings had been gently ushered to bed.

There was a decent chance that the junior padawans were currently having their own party somewhere far from their masters, but Anakin wasn't about to snitch. He doubted anyone would bother stopping them anyway. For one thing, the end or the war was a pretty good reason to let the padawans have fun too, and for another thing, everybody was probably too drunk on either alcohol or joy to really care.

He turned to his left when he felt a presence there and was met with Obi-Wan's arched eyebrow.

"What are you doing brooding in a dark corner?"

Anakin scowled in exagerated offense. "I'm not brooding!"

Obi-Wan hummed a skeptical sound, then after a few seconds his lips curled in a smirk. "Well then I'm sure you wouldn't mind dancing with me."

Anakin felt his eyebrow reach his airline and threatened to go further. Dancing? With Obi-Wan?? Well... he couldn't very well say no, could he? Not without being accused of brooding. Again. And... its not like he didn't want to, it was just... unexpected. Right, that was it. And the odd feeling in his stomach must be because he over-indulge with the alcohol, nothing to do with the prospect of being up close and personal with Obi-Wan. Nothing at all.

"Sure master, let's dance."

Oh, who was he kidding, he was absolutely fucked.

They walked to the part of the room that was being used as a temporary dance floor -it was chosen mostly just because it was the biggest clearing in the room without a fountain in the middle- but the force must not be on his side because as soon as they reached the other dancers the music changed to something slow that there was no way of dancing more than an arms length away from his partner. Which was fine. Completely fine. He could slow dance in Obi-Wan's arms without making a fool of himself for sure. No problem at all.

Obi-Wan didn't seem to have any internal struggles about the situation and took Anakin by the waist like he had planned this all along -which, honestly, Anakin wouldn't bet his remaining arm that he hadn't. He let Obi-Wan hold his hand, and put the other one on the man's shoulder.

They started gently swaying like that, half of Anakin's brain focused on acting normal, the other half too busy cataloging how Obi-Wan felt against him, all warm and solid and soft, guiding him in small circles, the thumb of his other hand tracing patterns against the small of his back.

Oh force, Anakin was going to die. If spontaneous combustion hadn't been observed yet he would be the first reported case. He was sure some scientist would get a good paper out of it. Maybe Obi-Wan himself even, he was such a nerd at times.

He made the mistake of breathing in a little too deeply and instead of peace he got a lungfull of Obi-Wan's sent.

Mayday, mayday, the situation was fast becoming dire.

And just when he thought it couldn't get any worse (or any better, depending on your point of view) he made his worst mistake yet: he looked up, right into Obi-Wan's eyes. And he looked so gentle, so... fond.

Anakin swayed forward but caught himself in time. He awkwardly cleared his throat. Force, how long was this stupid song??

"You have no idea what is happening, do you?" Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin blinked dumbly at him.

Obi-Wan chuckled. "I think the entire council is going to be very mad at me if I don't clue you in and move this along. It's my understanding that they have gossiped about this for... much longer than is appropriate for a respectable body like them."

He was so lost. The council was gossiping? About... him and Obi-Wan??

He must really be particularly slow (he blamed the alcohol, although he knew he had drunk less than his master had. Or had he? He was starting to doubt that fact.) because Obi-Wan shook his head in fond disbelief and the hand that was holding Anakin close by the small of his back started going up and up, never leaving Anakin, until it reached the side of his neck, the thumb caressing his cheekbone.

And if Anakin thought he was going to pass out at that it had nothing on whatever happened in his head, stomach, toes, or other relevant and irrelevant parts of his body when Obi-Wan started using that hand to pull Anakin's face, towards his face. A face that included a mouth. Among other things. A mouth that he had a very hard time not focusing on.

And then said mouth was on his mouth and- oh. That was. Well. Hmm. He wasn't sure he had many braincells available to analyse the situation further than: OBI-WAN was KISSING HIM. K.I.S.S.I.N.G.

Well. Alright then. He could definitely get being that. He could even participate and- oh sweet force that was Obi-Wan's tongue. In his mouth.

Any braincell left was officially unavailable for the foreseeable future, please come back in 10 to 15 business days, goodbye and thank you.

He very vaguely heard a wolf whistle and something that sounded a lot like Master Windu but he couldn't be bothered enough to listen to what was going on around him. He had a master to kiss like his life depended on it after all.

[borderlinereminders]

Genuinely hope not to bother you with this question but I'm legitemately curious as I struggle with this.

Do you have a post rleated to being in abusive relationships or being able to tell if the other person is legimemately in the wrong and you are not exagerating/allowed to feel upset etc? For example being able to set boundaries or recognizing some behavior is NOT okay and the other person should ALSO take accountability and/or communicate? Specially one catered to those with BPD?

It's known that people with BPD tend to/can be abusive or hurtful to those around them, which is why ot's important to learn emotional skills. but it's also common for people with BPD to end up or grow up in abusive situations too as they tend to people pls and have unclear boundaries etc! So they don't know what's okay behavior wuth how they treat others but also what's okay to receive if that makes sense?

So like, how do you distinguish between the two?

I know you keep getting asks about disclaimers about specific situations, I was just asking for a general post SPECIFICALLY catered to that :3 /gen

Hi anon,

I don't have a post about this.

I do have a post about manipulation and signs of it though. It's here. People might manipulate unintentionally, and this post talks about some warning signs.

The best way I figure out if I'm being reasonable (I can't think of a better word, sorry) or not is that after something happens, I write down what I can word for word. Including (especially) what was said. And then I bring it to a neutral third party for them to help me figure it out.

I'd also pay attention for things like "It's just your BPD!" Because while some people may say this without bad intentions, it does downplay your emotions and sometimes people do use someone's disorder as a way to get away from accountability by making them think it's all them. Even if someone does genuinely think something is caused by your BPD, they shouldn't say it like that. My best friend and I both have BPD, and if something is her BPD, I validate her feelings, offer her support and when she's up to it, talk about whether this might be her BPD making things seem bigger than they are. But if you're getting upset and talking to someone about something they did that hurt you and they say 'it's just your BPD!' I don't think it's okay. Even if it was you misinterpreting something, this could be approached so much better.

I'm sorry I don't have a longer post on this. If I'm being honest, I haven't made one because I know no matter how I word it, I'm going to end up getting a lot of aggressive responses to it and I really am at a loss at how to handle such a post. But you are absolutely right that people with BPD can so often be victims of abusive behaviour as well because, especially when we're trying to recover, we may second guess our feelings and dismiss very real concerns we have.

[the-therapist-is-ace]

Alright, just a Danganronpa hot take, and a venting post as well. (It contains spoilers of the whole game up to Chapter 5, you've been warned!) Also, psychology rant but I think you're used to that by now x)

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WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE CAST?!

I am talking about a very simple thing: Kokichi's treatment by the others.

Maybe it's just my empathic psychology student self, but I find them extremely cruel towards him for... No reason? Even his "friends" (Miu and Gonta) don't help him. NOT. ONCE.

Can somebody explained to me why no one at least tried to help him stop getting choked by Maki? Alright the state of shock exist, but not for so long! Someone should have snapped out of it and go help him out at some point!

Liking someone or not shouldn't be a criteria WHEN THEIR LIVES ARE APPARENTLY IN DANGER.

And the second time, alright I get it, him pretending to be the mastermind, so the enemy, they're angry. Fine. But it's still a dick move to just... let someone get choked in front of you.

The Insect Meets and Greet, can we talk about that? Alright, Kokichi planned the whole thing and lied to Gonta for it, but he had a purpose. It wasn't plain cruelty, it was to make everyone watch the motives videos which was TO STOP A MURDER FROM HAPPENING MAY I ADD.

But he can just be left in there with swarms of insects by the others students just... Because? Fuck him basically, it's "payback"? Yikes. And they still pretend to be all friends after that?

Maybe I'm taking that way too seriously, but the others only have a bad memory of the thing. In the game Oma looked traumatized by it, but everyone ignores it.

And the others times are not any better.

The least problematic behavior is Kaito punching him in front of everyone. Again, it might be just me being a way too empathetic person, but in my opinion words never justify physical assault, never. (It happens twice by the way -well Kaito only managed to hit him once but he intended to do it another time.) No, being "a hothead" is not a fucking excuse either. When you know you're a hothead, you try to NOT engage, it's the responsible thing to do.

But the worst is -in my opinion- in Chapter 3.

I don't exactly expect Maki to help him after what happen -obviously- but... Shuichi?

...The protagonist? The one that promised to Kaede to carry on her wish, her wish which is LITERALLY "PROTECT EVERYONE"?

...I got a bit carried away I think.

My point is: no one helped Oma who is in clear, dire need of medical help. I don't know if he crossed paths with anyone else, and frankly I hope not. Considering how nobody gives a fuck about him, not even Gonta apparently.

Again I'm going to repeat it, but liking someone shouldn't be a criteria to help them if their lives are on the line.

And let's not talk about Chapter 5 when he literally got tortured (that's not an exageration, strychnine (Strike-9 lol, gottem) is sometimes called "the torture poison". But at that point he's considered the mastermind and act like the villain so...

But before Gonta's trial it's not an excuse. Alright, he's a liar. Alright he can be annoying -and he is at some points, I don't deny it. Alright, he pretends that he likes the killing game -not even from the begining, he only start after the second trial I believe?- because he doesn't trust anyone.

But still. I may be too soft -because therapist- but I still don't think it's okay to just assault someone, ESPECIALLY in a stressing situation like a killing game when the adrenaline and stress can get to you and you might kill the person by accident.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[dearweirdme]

YALL DONT UNDERSTAND!!!!

So Tae called jk that one time on the show while the latter was eating with jimin, right?? And then you got Tae on the phone asking jungkook (if I'm right ) "Can you ride the motorcycle in the show/there?"

What I assumed at that moment was that Tae was worried. I listened to his tone, like the sudden rise and then jk hanging up and laughing right away!! Like what was the need??

When jungkook hung up, he was almost saying : "Alright that's enough!" And bam! I was thinking about this for days and wondered what things tae said/could've said that will make him hung up on him like this? If anything they'd talk it over text or they'll cut it out.

Yall don't get it and it's making me mad😤😤. Tae was worried a lot about jk going out on his motorcycle and he probably has been telling him this over and over. And jungkook has been reassuring him that it will be alright but tae kept going. So he just-

Hi anon!

Not sure if you ar actually mad, or fake mad 😂. But I agree that Tae seems to be a bit worried about Jk riding a motorbike (can soooo relate.. I have experience with a partner having a motorbike... the internal battle of seeing a loved one doing something they love and something that seems dangerous at times is real...).

It was Jk who facetimed Tae, and Tae immediately focused on him driving a motorbike. I think it being in unfamiliar teritory might have added to his concern (also... minor concern I'd say... which is still concern, but also lets not exagerate). I think during the car ride you can definitely tell Tae has his eyes on Jk behind them a lot.

I don't think they argue about this. I think Tae has his concerns, which imo are valid. I think Jk tells him not to worry, which is also valid.. Jk himself probably knows exactly how safe it is for him to drive.

We worry about those we care about most.

(I think your ask was incomplete?)

[local-diavolo-anon]

Might as well write it so

DayCare Attendant General Headcanons

(This is for biblically accurate and canon compliant versions of these guys)

it's all under a cut to avoid a slab of text in ur faces lol

Sun has separation anxiety, he was not meant to have it, but sometimes shit happens

Their face being stiff and unable to move left them forced to figure out how to express emotions through body language

The easier thing to read are the clicking of Sun's rays and Moon's entire head: the more clicking, the stronger they feel

clockwise turning = positive reaction, counter-clockwise turning = negative reaction

Moon is a gremlin. And also a bit of a bastard and likes to make pranks and play games on people

Depending on the game its up to you to figure if he likes or dislikes you (which could be difficult since mean pranks also indicate liking)

Moon stashes candies in his hat to give to children who behave nicely, Suns doesn't like that

Both of them are very obliviously jester-oriented in their movements, but Sun more in the way you'd expect from an actor whose performance include interacting with people, Moon moves more like an actor on stage

So sun is energetic and moves like he does in the game, (mainly exagerated, circular motions aimed at not scaring children), he is acting but he still keeps in mind that he is interacting with someone and they need to be included in his play somehow

Moon however does not give a shit and you might be talking to him and he just start cartwheeling around you while keeping his head and eyes locked on your face

Sun is absolute trash on their wire and could faceplant from 30 centimeters (roughly a foot)

Moon is the most skilled one, he loves his wire and likes to perform intricate tricks with the cable, like strategically propping himself up to spend some time up there as if he were in an hammock

Sun is a ray of sunshine and pretty much a golden retriever of a robot... if it weren't for his crippling anxiety, which gives him more the vibe of a stressed chihuahua (he is still doing his best)

He tries very hard to be sociable but the "i'm at my fucking limit" point is reached fast, especially on busier days

Neither of them can swear by programming

Or well, not directly at least, Sun finds creative way to curse people he dislikes when he is very stressed; even if he feels mean afterward

Moon doesn't do it but he thinks its hilarious to watch

Eclipse has the disappointed stare but it's amusing and harmless so he let it go

Sun curses are on the "your mother is a hamster and your father smells of elderberries" kind of level, and not everybody understand what he is saying

If Moon dislikes someone that someone will simply end up with everything in their possession stolen and dissaminated through the whole pizza plex

Moon is the most strict about following rules and absolutely hates when rules are broken, even smaller ones

Sun is less strict, despite like moon being neurotic about keeping things clean

Eclipse cares about rules, especially safety ones (for sun and moon are rules are important the same), so while he is lax on anything else, safety measures have to be respected no matter what

However, despite being the more adamant about rules Moon is also the first to try and find loopholes and walkable paths around them

That is why the pizzaplex has some oddly specific rules that would leave any normal quest to wonder just what the fuck happened for that rule to exist, kinda like the "don't poop on the floor" rule in fnaf 1 but somehow worse

Some rules could not be implemented necause they went against necessary programming or legally mandadory safety protocols

So basically Moon is fully authorized to kick down a door if he deems it necessary, which could be at any give time even if nothing is happening

The management just gave up after a while and gave him the rule to simply not go beyond a certain amount of money in damages

Oh and while Eclipse does not care, Sun hates when Moon walks around rules, that's something that fuels his anxiety

all 3 of them would dislike a daycare assistant because of past experiences, most people do not like taking orders from a robot and that combines bad with people who priorly only worked as nannies and teachers

mainly because when you're used to work in a position of control, being told you need to respond to a robot of all things, might not sit right with many people

them scaring each assistant away is the reason of why at the time of the game settings, the daycare has been closed since a while

while Eclipse agrees with them on the assistant, he thinks scaring them away is not worth the trouble

Eclipse is made to be the caretaker of sorts, the one who runs the daycare and gives instructions

at the time of the first game, the glitchtrap/mimic virus had him in permanent standby to prevent him from interfering, which is why we never see Eclipse in the first game

he is the one that would kick in when there is a child in danger, that needs help or when they needed to talk with a parent

he is basically the customer service one of the three, the other two are one to anxious and the other takes too much satisfaction in scaring people

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my personal take on all that goes on, i really think social media has played too much into idols minds especially the youngins and naturally so has their immature / young audiences. i mean topics like reading on idols fs wasnt around early internet days its really only become the norm because tarot readers have allowed it too as well and so they play responsibility into ppls obsessions with needing to know every lil detail and even they admit to take the readinfs with a grain of salt so it is not always accurate but i think ppl take it as too literal, if jk fs is or isnt a celeb shouldnt matter bc its like looking for a needle in a haystack? same goes for when some tarot readers claim an aspect of an fs nationality and some common trait they have with the idol anyone can claim it is them after thats been said.

i also think nowadays the way people literally lust after an idol (even if i think they personally are not exactly who they might show they are) but people will absolutely lose their minds at every small picture or gif and rsther than highlight the good thingd about the idol they only sexualise or make it about lusting after them. ive seen many unhinged posts where the person is screeching out "they need xyz member of ateez in them" and id think im glad they wrote it on tumblr bc ateez surely dont bother checking this platform, same with idols fs readings i think they wouldnt really care but maybe find it creepy after some time like whoever idols end up with is their person and i dont think their "fans" bother to address the fact of what the idol personally want or if they even want someone rn does this make sense?

its the same issue i have with shipping and how it can so easily be believed to be real but xyz member is always romantically tied to the member and clips of them are exagerated badly by the editing team to make it look more real when it just looks awkward at times again they dont question whether the idol themselves actually feel romantic feelings for one another, kpops so toxic for shoving so much male x male interactions that any time a male idol is remotely seen interacting or breathing too closely to a female idol or female of any sort it causes outrage online and even if i dont care it still is just wow are people that easily hateful and honestly as loveable as my faves can seem even seeing this behaviours puts me off wanting to be near them. i dont want to lose my hearing bc some girlies were screeching at the top of their lungs. also so many idol groups barely come to my location or nearest city and its like :/ we dont get no interaction maybe the odd concert but they wouldnt exactly care to stick around longer than that.

in fact im almost certain some members, not all but some of a group i like defo use the audience to hookup and i wouldnt be surprise if they lead them on either. im no saying they cant have fun but im just saying it as the way their fans really overlust on idols who wont give them the time of day to date and in fact

in a way it makes me a lot less delulu becaude ive already had that stage ehh its just a sexy move blah blah blah its a shirtless pic seen many of those oh look a celeb photographed in their underwear? what else is new?. i can just appreciate what i wanna appreciate about an idol without needing to be too extreme abt it but seeing the same behaviours unfold is crazy. as i was saying to someone else running to airports which r public spaces with other people needing to get somewhere is unhelpful to those who actually want to respectfully use airports not just to chase down celeb or idol. the overworship of idols is becoming more than just a problem it seems to lead to straight up delusion and mental illness type obsessions with some idols even egging it on and being that pretend bf material as they call it.

i dont think once jk meets his fs whether he would give a shit if 15 yos are crying online and causing meltdowns or having tantrums about int as they will do when its announced, i want her to meet jk but ik shits going to be awful for her and both of them actually. it feels like many of their fans truly dont want an idol to be happy tho fr.

Yeah ,social media has given us access to different type of content we can consume however we want ,and that's why it's imp to regulate what we are consuming and what shouldn't,now coming to tarot readers ,I think there are certain boundaries which tarot readers shouldn't cross , because not only it increases delusions,it's also not possible to get an accurate answer on those topics ,if a tarot reader is answering really specific questions or sensitive questions,you shouldn't trust that reader and ofcourse readers play a role in increasing or decreasing delusions ,

Whether jungkook FS is a celeb or not ,of course it shouldn't matter but then we have people who want to know for curiousity,although I don't know why it's so important ,or because they want to know ,and then we have a reader who will answer these questions,just because they don't find anything weird with it ,or they do this to grow blog ,or for followers

"Today jungkook FS is sad " or "she had a fight with someone" now the reader mentioned that take it with a grain of salt ,but every delulu or girls who really like him ,will think and take this general tarot reading which can resonate with million of girls to themselves, thinking,I had a fight with this person,I must be the one ,or I am sad I am the one , people literally take jungkook FS readings too seriously ,and that's because they want to convince themselves they are the one

Even questions about his FS nationality are wrong ,you can't pinpoint with tarot ,which country national she is and it's invasive too ,if a reader do this ,it's not good and its better to avoid trusting these readers who really answer every detail about her

I have thought about making a post about sexualisation of idols and their effects on the people sexualising them and I will soon , sexualisation of any celebrity is very wrong ,not only morally , ethically,there are many reasons,and even BTS or ateez members can possibly look up and see this on Tumblr😵‍💫( if any idol is here reading my blog ,hello 💀😅)so people who do this should stop and need to touch some grass ,and respectful to the people they like ,lust and liking are two different things ,lusting is treating them like an object

Why I think jungkook or any other FS is so popular,and FS readings,is because mostly people want to be the FS so bad ,so yeah ,it's a really private matter and reading about them once in a while is good ,but like some celebrities or their FS ,they never get a rest ,it's giving obsession

The point is people don't respect and acknowledge the fact that an idol can want someone else atp ,is I have seen alot in this community and it's wrong ,fans want to control their life and get hurt ( parasocial relationship) that they have someone they like romantically

Shippers are weird , because how are you assuming sexual orientation of an idol ,and K-pop is wrong for pushing idols to do these fanservice,and capitalising of this shipping things , I mean there can be idols who are ,or who can be queer but believing someone is this because they are doing fanservice is wrong and disrespectful

Fans allover the world are weird ,but K-pop took it to extreme,yeah fans don't want their idols to come near any female ,and that's why even in tarot community,you hear a rumor about an idol and then for the next two weeks their is definitely two three readings about it ,this type of behaviour is weird , because why you don't want your idol to not be with anyone

Yeah ,I can understand ,that's the reason K-pop idols don't date ,can't make friends like normal people,and even marry so late ,that Japanese celebrity who divorced his Spouse because fans were bullying her for straight 03 months ,if this is not peak of obsession,and abnormal behaviour I dont know what it is

Ofcourse kpop idols do this ,they do hookup and have fun ,we just don't really normally hear about it ,and it can be a possibility that they can lead them on to , ofcourse meeting an idol , befriend with them or even dating ,chances are very minute,good for you that you escaped that phase and grow out of it because many girls are still stuck in it ,the point is ofcourse there are million of fans ,and why would an idol care to date them and cater to them ,if they have don't want this ,if they want someone else as their partner

If people are respectful on the airport then it's not an issue as even idols would like to have someone cheering up for them on airports,but if they literally attack idols like I remember a clip of Jungkook where he was basically so overwhelmed by the fans there, of course it can lead to obsession,delusion,and other type of mental illness and yeah ,idols do behave in a certain way and that perfect boyfriend type for their fans and it kinda benefits them ,isn't it 😵‍💫

I honestly know how its going to be , because people cant literally digest a mere tarot reading ( like if a reader says he met his FS already ) people start this witch hunt of prying through tarot/astro ,other divination methods to know whether he met or not and go to different readers and then readers reading on his love life for weeks ,so I can honestly understand what will they face 👀

He honestly don't give a damn even now whether his fans are having meltdown or not ( as he should ) thats why he is enjoying his life ,making friends or even possibly dating whenever he want , whoever he wants ,whereas these girls are waiting for him to come to their life ,it's sad honestly

*thinking of starting a JK FS delulu series and the things I observed and wants to address 🤔,I got a new motivation 😅💀,it will be less exhausting then that astrology 😭😅thing I did yesterday

Also don't worry maybe in future concerts will be held in your city ☺️,dont lose hope

[the1entirecircus]

The Dinosaur/Extinct/Ancient Thing each Scarlet Paradox Pokemon is based on imo

As a dinosaur and pokemon nerd, I am compelled by a greater force (autism) to explain away the inspirations to each scarlet pokemon even if they're just a stretch.

Great Tusk- It took me a minute to realize this, but Donphan's paradox counterpart is obviously an Ankylosaur. While not based on the Ankylosaurus itself, Great Tusk does share elements of the dinosaur family such with its back plates with spikes. And while the Ankylosaur family do not have fur/feathers, giant trunks, or tusks, it is still evident by those back plates, that they are an inspiration. It could be argued that the facial structure of Great Tusk is just an exagerated and heavily mishapened Ankylosaurus. Its dumb but still.

Scream Tail- While at first, you might think that Scream Tail isn't based on anything as it is just a wilder version of the Jigglypuff we all know and love, if we take its lore into consideration then we can see that there is something to see. Scream Tail is based on the single-celled organisms that existed in our world. Now this is seemingly a stretch until you consider that in the pokemon world, this might have been when Mew was first started to branch off and adapt. This can be evidenced by Scream Tail's psychic typing as why else would it have psychic powers unless if it is a very close descendent of Mew.

Brute Bonnet- Now this is a really big stretch so here me out. Brute Bonnet is based on Pachycephalosaurs, aka the dome-headed dinosaurs. I say this because A) the spikes on its head that remind me of the spikes that surround the skull. B) Its aggressive demonstrated within the game as well as its level-up moveset which is reminiscent of how Pachycephalosaurs are often portrayed as aggressive in media. and C) the shape of its mouth is similar, not the exactly the same, but similar to the mouth shape of a pachycephalosaurus. Yes it is a stretch, but it makes to me.

Flutter Mane- This is obvious as it is mentioned in its lore, but Flutter Mane is a pterosaur. Sure, it is just a Misdreavus with elements of a pterosaur. No obvious design elements are implanted into this pokemon to make it seem like a particular pterosaur, so I am not compelled to say either or. Its like with the others, its reminiscent of a type of dinosaur, but very vague on which one. And I think thats the point to this pokemon. Because I've seen that when refering to Pteranodon, people usually say Pteradactyl. They're not wrong, they just may not realize that they are saying frog. Yes, there is a pterodactylus, but it isn't what the common people think of when they say pterodactyl, they're thinking of pteranodon.

Slither Wing- No doubt about this one, this is definitely a Stegosaurus that would give people with insectophobia nightmares. From the way it doesn't use its wings like wings to how it swings its tail in certain attack animations, this pokemon is definitely reminiscent of Stegosaurs. Sure, it doesn't have the thagomizer aka the tail spikes Stegosaurus has, but it does have a very thick tail. Another good explanation as to why Slither Wing is based on a Stegosaur is because of the theories on what Stegosaurus' backplates can do. They weren't built for defense as they are very fragile, and I can imagine the same for Silther Wing's wings. Some believe that they were used to regulate body temperature or that they could move in flapping motions like as we see with Slither Wing. I mainly bring that up because of Slither Wing having the ability protosynthesis and how its the paradox form of Volcarona who is revered as a sun god by some. Sure, all of the Scarlet paradoxes have that ability, but its worth mentioning.

Sandy Shocks- This is the most vaguely dinosaur-inspired pokemon I have ever seen, mostly because its Magneton which is a magnet pokemon. I initially thought it would be some kind of magneton sauropod (the long-necked dinosaurs) but I'm not entirely sure. You could consider the the long magnets on its bottom side as two pairs of legs, but you can also consider the magnets on its top head as its own pair of arms and its a brute bonnet situation. Its very vague. I initially believed it to be a sauropod so I'm going to go with that.

Roaring Moon- When I first saw this pokemon, I wasn't sure what it was aside from Mega Salamence. I want to say its Quetzalcoatlus because it has feathers, it flies so pterosaur, and its the big boss of the regular scarlet paradox pokemon so obviously a famous "dinosaur" needs to be picked. And when I did some research on Quetzalcoatlus' namesake, the Quetzalcoatl, and I learned that is considered he was related to the sun. So maybe Roaring Moon is a reverse of that?

Winged King/Koraidon- One may look at Koraidon and think that it is just a basic dinosaur mixed with a dinosaur bike from the Flintstones cartoon and Toothless from HTTYD. However, my eyes sees differently. I see a combination of Iguanodon, Tyrannosaurus, and raptors as well as reptiles like the chameleon. I say this because The first drawings of Iguanodon appear similar to Koraidon. Its just a fatter and bulkier version of the same animal, but red, and with feathers. Iguanodon is also one of the first discovered dinosaurs, and its one of the first Paradox pokemon we meet. Its name, Winged King, is somewhat reminiscent of the Tyrannosaurus Rex's translated name "Tyrant Lizard King". Then theres raptors, specifically, Jurassic Park's Velociraptors. They are often depicted as incredibly smart and social, being able to form groups with each other and coordinate. There is also a distinct difference between the raptors of Jurassic Park and Jurassic World. In JP, they are more violent and predatory while in JW, they are considerably more domesticated as seen with Blue the Velociraptor. But they are still violent predators. I mention this because of the two Koraidon we see in Pokemon Scarlet. The one the player has is reminiscent of Blue the Velociraptor since its kinder while the other Koraidon is more equal to the Big One from Jurassic Park which is meaner. Also in Jurassic Park /// there are Velociraptors with sparce feathering which is akin to Koraidon's feathers which aren't as sparce but still.

Walking Wake- Visually, its a theropod version of suicune with a lion's mane. However, I think its a reference to both raptors and cryolophosaurus. Cryolophosaurus is a big meat-eating dinosaur with a crest on its head. There are also many other dinosaur species that have crests. Dilophosaurus and Monolophosaurus are just to name a few. But Cryolophosaurus is picked because of its name and origin. Its name means Ice-crested lizard and it was named that because its fossil was found around the antarctic. If we take a look at Walking Wake's crest, it is visually made of ice, or at least a hard rocky material thats blue. And Suicine has always been associated with the ice type being the associated with the Northwind and such, but it isn't actually ice type.

Gouging Fire- It is very obvious what type of dinosaur Gouging Fire is. It is a ceratopsian (The Triceratops family) like Styracosaurus and others similar to it. However, it isn't just a ceratopsian, in fact its arguable that it is part stegosaurus because of the plates on its backside. Thats right, Gouging Fire is kind of a hybrid dinosaur, referencing the Stegoceratops from Jurassic World's deleted content, Jurassic World the Game and Jurassic World: Evolution. Of course, this part is a stretch, but its notable to mention. Also, unrelated but I love how its smoke creates its tail. Very creative design choice.

Raging Bolt- Like before, it is very obvious that this pokemon is a sauropod, but unlike Gouging fire and Cryolophosaurus, it is mixed with elements of several sauropods. It was mainly a titanosaur, having the long front legs of brachiosaurus and looking like a giraffe which is in reference to Giraffetitan...and Raikou. I also feel like the choice to make raikou be the long-necked dinosaur was done because of Brontosaurus' history as a dinosaur. Brontosaurus has been accidentally mixed with Apatosaurus and I don't know if its still considered a valid species or not because I've heard it be said that Brontosaurus is a real dinosaur and then it isn't, its just apatosaurus, but then it is its own species. Its very confusing. And the reason why I say this is because its a paradox, its fitting, and because Bronto means thunder. Side note, I hate its tail, it does not balance its body unless that tail is really dense. New headcanon: Raging Bolt is a dwarf star.

[lgwifey]

Hi, may I ask if you can write something about Damon Albarn and a female reader?  (Maybe something fluff if you want, but I think anything will do). 

P.S I really like your writing :) .

Hiiiiya babes, thanks so much xxx I hope you like this, I’m not entirely sure what type this falls into but it’s all my brain’s giving me <33

RUN

90s!Damon Albarn x fem!aristocratic!reader

Y/F/N : your full first name. Y/N : your nickname/shortened version of your full name

MASTERLIST

"Y/n Y/L/N is at it again ladies and gentlemen !"

The eighteen year old rolled her eyes, mumbling to whoever was in the room with her to 'turn the blasted thing off, won't you'. She sat up, lifting her pink silk eyemask off and throwing it onto her lesser used bedside table.

"Good morning Miss Y/F/N."

She looked aside to find her childhood nanny at her bedroom door, just having placed the hot pink television remote on her vanity.

"How many times do I have to say Vanessa ? Just Y/N."

She sent a smile to the mother figure before jumping out of her bed, quite literally. The winter chills sent her to pull on some pom-pomed slipper boots, pulling on a pair of fluffy pyjama bottoms aswell.

"Of course, Y/N."

She sent a smile back to the young lady before informing her that her mother was downstairs waiting for her, which caused her to go wide eyed and immediatly rushed down the two flights of stairs which lead to the dining room.

She stopped before the overly elegant double doors, quickly pulling her hair out of the pink scrunchie she had slept in and trying to pat it down. She gave a quick knock before opening the left door, walking in with a perfect posture.

“Good morning mother."

The girl caught her mother's eyes at the other side of the room. They didn't get along, not in the slightest bit, so when the older woman was actually at the house, conversation at breakfast and at supper where dead, other than small notes on each other's jobs or family events that might be occuring. Y/N sat on one side of the exagerated table whilst her mother sat on the other side.

"You have a fitting at eleven."

"I know."

"Yes well knowing you, you would forget."

She discretely rolled her eyes, looking down to her juice beside her plate.

"And I would have to clean up your mistakes which I have neither the time or effort to do Y/F/N."

She bit her lip, and just gave a hum in response before standing up and leaving to her room, leaving her untouched food to be dealt with by the butler a few meters away from her. She bit the inside of her cheeks hard as she ran up the stairs, turning left and running up the next set before reaching her room. The bedroom door slammed shut and y/n threw the scrunchie off her wrist onto her bed.

She quickly washed and fixed yesterday's makeup, which she didn't need to overly bother with since it would all be redone at the fitting she needed to leave to go to. She slipped on a pair of beige highwaisted suit trousers and a white lace bralette. She threw a bunch of her things into a handbag before slipping on chestnut uggs, an a long denim afgan coat. She brushed through the knots in her hair before throwing the gem decored flip phone into her bag and rushing out if the room.

Before she got to the end of her drive, she slipped on a pair of large sunglasses due to the reporters at her estate's gates.

She could see and hear the laughs of people passing by as they watched her try to avoid the cameras and shouting journalists who where running after her down the path.

If only they understood.

After her dress fitting for one of her mother's arrangements next month, Y/N decided to stay in the city and get a bit of lunch before returning back to the house. She ended up not having to hide from people as much since apparently there was someone else on the same road as her who was deemed more important, her mind thanked whoever it was because their misery was currently allowing her to relax for a bit.

She ended up in a little cafe off a main road. After ordering a coffee and a snack they had in their counter display, she sat in one of the booths by herself. Her bag sat on the inside of the row as she flicked through one of her new books. One of the girls who was working at the till when she ordered placed a mug and plate down infront of Y/N and with a smile gave a timid "if you need anything else feel free to ask." She gave a smile back before taking a sip of her coffee and humming to herself, tapping her fingers on the table as she read through her open page.

As she ate, she took extra care in keeping and crumbs away from the new hardback and when she had finished with her food she left the few belongings in their spot before ordering an iced drink to have before heading home.

At least that was her plan, but that plan was quickly dropped when as she was about to get up and thank the girl on shift for the drinks, a crowd of cameras appeared. Y/n gave a yelp before slouching back into her booth, sliding the book into her bag and hopeing no-one knew or saw that she was there.

As the door crashed open, a figure in baggy clothes ran in and jumped into the opposite side of her booth. She noticed him muttering to himself, distracted and seemingly having not noticed her.

She hid further away from the cameras, crushing her bag as she fell onto it, letting out a sqeak as she did so, begging that she hadn't broken anything in it. Having got the stranger's attention, his muttering stopped and he looked over to her with a clearly very confused expression.

"Hi."

"Hello."

Her reply came before a short, awkward pause and after it was a sudden burst of annoyance displayed through hushed shouts.

"What the hell are you doing ! I don't know who you are but I was having a nice time away from those parasites and now they're going to know that i'm here !"

He blinked for a moment before waving his hand in a confused manner, causing her to roll her eyes. To say the stranger was even more confused when she started climbing under the table to his side of the booth, dragging her bag behind her.

"I'm Y/N."

She held out a hand for him to shake in their slouched and cramped situation.

"Damon.”

"Okay, now Damon how am I supposed to leave this cafe without gaining those people's attention."

He grinned at her, almost as if she had told a joke, Y/N shuffled herself around with her elbows and their faces where way to close for any stranger's to be, but there wasn't much either of them could do due to the glass exterior of the cafe and the little booth space which couldn't be seen from outside.

"I could run out in a moment, I just need to catch my breath."

Y/N swore she was actually having palpitations from his accent but tried to keep her calm. It was just so different to all the upper class pricks her mother tried to match her up with.

"It's okay, I can call my driver to come collect us both, it'll probably force them to leave us both alone for the time being."

It was obvious Damon wasn't expecting her to have a driver who was able to appear at a moment's notice, sure she sounded posh and looked rich... but a driver !

“We could just make a run for it ?”

She paused typing on her mobile, looking up to where he was slightly less slouched than her.

“If we run fast enough they won’t be able to catch us.”

She smiled to him, kicking her bags to fall on the floor so she could grab it.

“Well if I’m going to be stuck on a front page with you, I think it’s the polite think to know your full name Damon.”

“I could say the same to you Miss Y/N.”

She cringed slightly before telling him, watching his features drop slightly before buzzing back to how they where before.

“Y/N Y/L/N”

“Damon Albarn at your service Miss Y/L/N. And I’m three, two, one, run !”

[hurlumerlu]

Extending the same level of courtesy: 9, 12 and 22 for dragon age

Sorry about the delay, I started to think about my answers and promptly went insane. Then the trailers for DA4 droped and despite having 150 grievances and 236 fears - or maybe because -I went insane some more. I did get a few somewhat coherent thoughts out, though !

9. worst part of canon

So I typed like half a LibreOffice page on why the way Inquisition deals with the mage/templar conflict was an incredible example of setting things up for almost no payoff, and then I went on a tangent about my frustrations with how Orlais in general is written, and then half another LibreOffice page on the fact that so much of canon is in supplementary material and how that does negatively impact my enjoyement of the games, with a long parenthesis on how Alistair being a half-elf makes the lore actively worse, all the while taking numerous breaks because I was not being normal about all of this and I wanted to be normal about all this, but clearly I cannot be normal, about any of this. Anyway, worst part of canon is still the use of the term Tranquil Solution in DA2. Pretty sure we already talked about that but it's just. It's so bad. Why.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Well, as you pointed out this fandom is big enough and discoursey enough for pretty much all characters to have their ardant defensers - which is actually a good thing I think. I also think that the nature of the games necessarily means that a playthrough can never cover every aspect of a character and that you might easily miss an interaction that could nuance or improve your opinion of them. Vivienne is kind, warm and extremely straightforward with her goals if you take the time to befriend her. I didn't like Blackwall in my first playthrough, and never brought him anywhere, but his romance turned out to be my favourite of all Inquisition. It's pretty obvious Fenris and Sebastian don't fear all mages if you have Bethany in your party. If you don't blame Aveline for your mother's death, she gives you a speech on grief that I personaly find deeply touching. Sten often approves having his views challenged. Oghren is not just a walking crude joke, if you try to view his character with just a bit more grace, etc. So rather than pick one character people should like more I'll just say that if someone ever replays the games, they should try to put aside everything that annoyed them about whichever character they dislike the most and spend some time interracting with them with fresh eyes. It's often worth it. (I did write a love letter to Aveline, though)

22. your favorite par of canon that everyone else ignores

DWARVEN SOCIETIES. okay, i'm exagerating a bit. Idk that it's my absolute favrite part, and I know the dwarven lore is enjoyed by at least 20 people worldwide. But the fandom as a whole does not seem to care about the dwarves, except to ask if Varric is fuckable (no judgement, I get it). But there is so much there! Their rigid cast system and conservatism that are fucking everyone up, their disconect from the fade/lack of dream (and yet they can be made to dream, as shown by a dwarven warden or inquisitor), how that helps them handling lyrium but only to a point, their especially high resistance to the taint because of their proximity with the Darkspawn, their proximity with the Darkspawn, THE LEGION OF THE DEAD, the paragons and the Stone, the Titans, Sandal? And surface dwarves are also deeply compelling. Cut from their roots, otherized by what everyone else around them insist on calling "their people". When Varric tells a story of his brother blowing up at him for breaking a plate and ends with something like "that plate was the whole city of Orzammar to him", does that get to no one else? just me?

Chose violence ask game (I did not particularly chose violence)