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thebestestbat · 2 years ago
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The New Titans (1988) or Roy Harper and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Horrible Teens (and Kyle)
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presiding · 1 year ago
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you'll never guess which level we're up to in this dishonored 2 rewrite
#if i haven't stuffed up my timezones this post should land on thanksgiving so here's somethin' to read to go with your food coma#dishonored#dishonored shitposting#emily kaldwin#billie lurk#dishonored fic#interesting the way the resurrection was handled - rock up to aramis stilton's powerpoint presentation basically#does anyone else think it would have been cool if you had to do the duke's palace first.#grab delilah's mortality and give it back in the past. like while she's vulnerable#kind of makes sense too from an emily character perspective#because she shows SO much character growth in stilton's manor#and then goes to the duke's palace next and IMMEDIATELY says the dumbest shit she says all game re: her entitlement and obliviousness#stilton's manor: wow ive learned so much i finally get it now!#nek minnet. emily misunderstands class warfare so bad she thinks she needs to sharpen her dads folding blade. emily. no#and if you think about it the duke's palace would have made a lot of sense for an earlier level just from emily's perspective.#hes very clearly her enemy compared to meagan's vague idea of where sokolov might be. a darker timeline perhaps#lovely Off_Topic mentioned hating time travel as a plot device and i have to agree. here's my take on that level anyway#also big thank you to RoseEll (<3) for saying it parallels the limitations of the game's mechanics interestingly ♥#using this meme template was like. 'oh hey lingering hatred for jeremy clarkson i forgot i had you'#making the badly photoshopped heads too big. my beloved.#ah crap rambling again
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ktempestbradford · 10 months ago
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I have been on a Willy Wonkified journey today and I need y'all to come with me
It started so innocently. Scrolling Google News I come across this article on Ars Technica:
At first glance I thought what happened was parents saw AI-generated images of an event their kids were at and became concerned, then realized it was fake. The reality? Oh so much better.
On Saturday, event organizers shut down a Glasgow-based "Willy's Chocolate Experience" after customers complained that the unofficial Wonka-inspired event, which took place in a sparsely decorated venue, did not match the lush AI-generated images listed on its official website.... According to Sky News, police were called to the event, and "advice was given."
Thing is, the people who paid to go were obviously not expecting exactly this:
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But I can see how they'd be a bit pissed upon arriving to this:
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It gets worse.
"Tempest, how could it possibly--"
source of this video that also includes this charming description:
Made up a villain called The Unknown — 'an evil chocolate maker who lives in the walls'
There is already a meme.
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Oh yes, the Wish.com Oompa Loompa:
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Who has already done an interview!
As bad (and hilarious) as this all is, I got curious about the company that put on this event. Did they somehow overreach? Did the actors they hired back out at the last minute? (Or after they saw the script...) Oddly enough, it doesn't seem so!
Given what I found when poking around I'm legit surprised there was an event at all. Cuz this outfit seems to be 100% a scam.
The website for this specific event is here and it has many AI generated images on it, as stated. I don't think anyone who bought tickets looked very closely at these images, otherwise they might have been concerned about how much Catgacating their children would be exposed to.
Yes, Catgacating. You know, CATgacating!
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I personally don't think anyone should serve exarserdray flavored lollipops in public spaces given how many people are allergic to it. And the sweet teats might not have been age appropriate.
Though the Twilight Tunnel looks pretty cool:
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I'm not sure that Dim Tight Twdrding is safe. I've also been warned that Vivue Sounds are in that weird frequency range that makes you poop your pants upon hearing them.
Yes, Virginia, these folks used an AI image generator for everything on the website and used Chat GPT for some of the text! From the FAQ:
Q: I cannot go on the available days. Will you have more dates in the future? A: Should there be capacity when you arrive, then you will be able to enter without any problems. In the event that this is not the case, we may ask you to wait a bit.
Fear not, for this question is asked again a few lines down and the answer makes more sense.
Curious about the events company behind this disaster, I took myself over to the homepage of House of Illuminati and I was not disappointed.
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I would 100% trust these people to plan my wedding.
This abomination of a website is a badly edited WordPress blog filled with AI art and just enough blog posts to make the casual viewer think that it's a legit business for about 0.0004 seconds.
Their attention to detail is stunning, from how they left up the default first post every WP blog gets to how they didn't bother changing the name on several images, thus revealing where they came from. Like this one:
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With the lovely and compact filename "DALL·E-2024-01-30-09.50.54-Imagine-a-scene-where-fantasy-and-reality-merge-seamlessly.-In-the-foreground-a-grand-interactive-gala-is-taking-place-filled-with-elegant-guests-i.png"
"Concept.png" came from the same AI generator that gets text almost, but not quiiiiiite right:
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There are a suspicious number of .webp images in the uploads, which makes me think they either stole them from other sites where AI "art" was uploaded or they didn't want to pay for the hi-res versions of some and just grabbed the preview image.
The real fun came when I noticed this filename: Before-and-After-Eventologists-Transformation-Edgbaston-Cricket-Ground-1024x1024-1.jpg and decided to do a Google image search. Friends, you will be shocked to hear that the image in question, found on this post touting how they can transform a boring warehouse into a fun event space, was stolen from this actual event planner.
Even better, this weirdly grainy image?
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From a post that claims to be about the preparations for a "Willy Wonka" experience (we'll get to this in a minute), is not only NOT an actual image of anyone preparing anything for Illuminati's event, it is stolen from a YouTube thumbnail that's been chopped to remove the name of the company that actually made this. Here's the video.
If you actually read the blog posts they're all copypasta or some AI generated crap. To the point where this seems like not a real business at all. There's very specific business information at the bottom, but nothing else seems real.
As I said, I'm kinda surprised they put on an event at all. This has, "And then they ran off with all our money!" written all over it. I'm perplexed.
And also wondering when the copyright lawyers are gonna start calling, because...
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This post explicitly says they're putting together a "Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory Experience" complete with golden tickets.
Somewhere along the line someone must have wised up, because the actual event was called "Willys Chocolate Experience" (note the lack of apostrophe) and the script they handed to the actors about 10 minutes before they were supposed to "perform" was about a "Willy McDuff" and his chocolate factory.
As I was going through this madness with friends in a chat, one pointed out that it took very little prompting to get the free Chat GPT to spit out an event description and such very similar to all this while avoiding copyrighted phrases. But he couldn't figure out where the McDuff came from since it wasn't the type of thing GPT would usually spit out...
Until he altered the prompt to include it would be happening in Glasgow, Scotland.
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You cannot make this stuff up.
But truly, honestly, I do not even understand why they didn't take the money and run. Clearly this was all set up to be a scam. A lazy, AI generated scam.
Everything from the website to the event images to the copy to the "script" to the names of things was either stolen or AI generated (aka stolen). Hell, I'd be looking for some poor Japanese visitor wandering the streets of Glasgow, confused, after being jacked for his mascot costume.
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HE LIVES IN THE WALLS, Y'ALL.
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stevieschrodinger · 7 days ago
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Part One Two Three Four Five
“So Steve, I know you said that you don’t think you need anyone...” Eddie sighs, “do you think that implies that I think that what he thinks is wrong?”
“I think it implies you’ve lost your fucking mind.”
Eddie doesn’t even have the energy to glare at Dustin, it’s much easier to just pretend he hasn’t spoken, “okay, Steve-”
“Yeap, you’re really strong on establishing you know the guys name, which is like, a solid point in your favor.”
“I hate you,” Eddie says to the ceiling, neck at an odd angle where he’s flopped his head back over the arm of the couch, “so, Steve, I know you said you don’t need anyone, and you are totally right-”
“You’re a strong independent Omega who don’t need no Alpha!”
“So help me Henderson I will throw you out,” Eddie waits, but Dustin is finally silent on the matter, “Steve. I totally respect the fact that you are absolutely fine handling everything alone, and if you’re...happy with us, being friends, then I’m happy with that too. I did wonder, though, if you’d like to go on a date. With me. Maybe?” Eddie sighs, flopping his arms over his face, “I’m so bad at this. This is going to go so wrong and he’s going to hate me and never want to see me again and-”
“Eddie...has the Omega broken your brain? What the fuck is wrong with you man-”
“I don’t know! I don’t...I’ve literally never felt this way before, not about anyone. And Jamie, man, I know he’s not my pup, okay, Steve and I aren't dating, he’s literally my friends pup, that’s it but...I swear I would die for that kid, no question.”
“Okay...so just...ask him out? Steve I mean, not Jamie-”
Eddie huffs, “I don’t...I’m pretty sure I can’t. The more I think about it the more it feels...like Steve’s had a pretty bad run of Alphas, it sounds like, and I just don’t think he’d be interested. And he’s just literally had a pup, like Jamie is only just a month old, who am I to add to that, you know? Steve’s got enough to think about.”
“So...don’t ask him out?”
Eddie flops over onto his side, curling up so he can smush his face into the cushions, “but I really want to. I think it’s selfish though. I’m being selfish. I should just...be a good friend. Keep being a good friend.”
“And pine to death?”
“I mean. Seems like a reasonable way out.”
“Dude I do not know what to say to you,” the timer on the oven starts to buzz, “but at least you’re going to feed me, right?”
Eddie sighs, dragging himself out of the near suffocating safety of the gap in the couch cushions. He opens his message thread with Steve, scrolling back through the shared memes and screenshots and pictures. He reads little tidbits of conversation while he pulls out bowls and plates. The three dots appear, Eddie’s heart leaps a little because Steve is, right there. Right next door, with his phone in his hand, typing to Eddie.
‘I’d love some. I’ve made a banana cream pie if you want to take it back for your games night.’
Eddie sends back a shocked emoji, ‘I can’t take an entire pie.’
‘You won’t, my slice will be gone.’
Eddie smiles and slips his phone into his pocket. He slices two thick pieces of bread from the loaf he made this afternoon, wraps them, and then fills a bowl with casserole. Eddie’s pretty sure this bowl is Steve’s anyway; so many of their plates and bowls have been migrating back and forth it’s hard to tell any more, between Eddie’s dinners and Steve’s desserts.
He likes to bake something extra special for games nights though, he always says you can’t make just one cookie, or one slice of pie. He likes to make sweet things when he knows there will be people to give it to, otherwise, “I’ll just eat the whole thing Eddie!”
Eddie doesn’t see a problem with eating the whole thing, but he slips on his adventure crocs and heads out into the hall. Dustin doesn’t even tease too badly any more, even though Eddie’s sure it’s because he’s threatened to withhold Steve’s desserts.
Eddie knocks with the hand holding the bread, letting himself in when Steve calls, “it’s open!”
“Hey Steve, hey Jamie,” he sets Steve’s dinner on the little table, next to the juice and cutlery Steve’s already set out for himself.
“What do you have planned for them tonight?” Steve brings out a pie on a plate, a slice already gone, just like he said. It has real neat swirls of cream on top; it looks professional to Eddie, like you’d buy in a store.
“Destruction. Misery. Suffering. The usual.”
Steve hums, “uh hu. What color salad did you decide on in the end?”
Eddie sighs, “you say it Slaad. And I don’t know, what do you think?”
“I actually quite liked the idea for the dog shark thing, it was cute,” Steve hands over the pie, going on tip toes to kiss Eddie on the cheek as he hands it over.
“One home brew Bulette, coming right up,” Eddie replies absently. He’s pretty sure he’s gone at least a little pink, and Steve’s scent is fresh and bright in his nose for a moment, “I’d better…” Eddie gestures lamely with the pie, “you know.”
“Have fun!” Steve calls as Eddie lets himself out, “don’t go too hard on them!”
Eddie’s doing his best not too stare, he really is.
He has one foot on the stroller, rolling it gently back and forward. He has his guitar resting on the other knee, he strums, singing quietly to Jamie, “I'd rather be a forest than a street, yes, I would...if I could, I surely would.” Jamie burbles at him, waving his arms a little and making happy pup noises.
On the court, Steve laughs, and Eddie fails, and he looks. Steve’s wearing a tank top and those obscenely short shorts. Him and Chrissy are bouncing the ball at each other, catching it, doing a squat, a little jump, and bouncing it back. They’ve done all sorts of stuff like this, sweaty jock games. Steve’s short shorts riding up even further at the slightest provocation.
Jamie makes a noise, drawing Eddie’s attention back, “I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet, yes, I would...if I could, I surely would,” Eddie sings, soft and slow.
Steve and Chrissy come over eventually, Steve lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe at his sweaty face, fully showing Eddie his tummy in all it’s glory. It’s thick, but firm, decorated by a handful of stretch marks and a perfect dusting of happy trail, “thanks for keeping an eye.”
“Huh?” Eddie asks, feeling kind of dumb but still managing to strum along on auto pilot.
Next to him, Chrissy snickers around her water bottle.
“Thank you, for watching Jamie,” Steve says to him more slowly, smirking, his sweaty hair flopping across his forehead.
“Right, right, sure, of course. Anytime. Pleasure. Really.”
Next to him, Chrissy huffs. Eddie pointedly ignores it.
The knocking is awful. It’s relentless. It’s obnoxious. It’s definitely Robin.
“I know you’re in there!”
Yeap. Yeap that’s definitely Robin. Eddie groans into the couch cushion before dragging himself up. She’s speaking before he has the door fully open, “this is getting old.”
“And what might that be-”
Robin puts on the most obnoxious voice Eddie thinks he’s ever heard, she clasps her hands together, holding them to her chest and she bats her lashes coquettishly at the ceiling, “oh Eddie’s cooking is just the best ever. Did you know he plays guitar! He says he’ll teach Jamie when he’s old enough! And he’s so smart, he’s got so many books in his apartment-”
“Okay.”
“Did you know he’s artistic! He paints his little dungeon game miniatures and they’re so good-”
“All right.”
“You should just see him with Jamie-”
“Robin.”
“And he’s such a good Alpha! He’s so good to his friends, he puts in so much work-”
“And we are done,” Eddie goes to shut the door. He can’t handle this. He knows Robin probably means well, in her own meddling way, but he just...can’t. This has to be Steve’s choice, right? Steve’s been pretty clear why he went it alone, and Robin is just...teasing him. It makes Eddie feel all warm and bubbly inside, knowing that Steve says these things about him, that Steve...likes him. But...Steve has a pup, and just because he says these things behind closed doors, it doesn’t mean Eddie has any right to know them.
No matter how it makes him feel.
“Wait wait wait...can’t you just, ask him out? End all of our suffering?”
Eddie sighs, “Steve has enough going on without me making it more complicated, okay? Steve can...he’s perfectly capable of telling me this himself.”
“No he isn’t. Because Steve would never ask you to take on another Alpha’s pup.”
“He’s not another Alpha’s pup, he’s Steve’s pup,” Eddie tells her reflexively.
“Uh hu,” she has her hands on her hips now, looking at him expectantly.
Eddie swallows thickly, and he can’t quite look at Robin, “what if...what if I loose him?”
“You won’t. You know you won’t.”
“But-”
“Me and Chrissy are taking Jamie for the night, did you know that? Giving Steve a night off, and we’re getting some practice in for when we’re ready to have our own, you know?”
“I...did not know that.”
“Yeah.”
Eddie stands for a second, not sure what to say, down the hall, Steve’s door opens.
“-and it’s in the changing bag.”
“I got it.”
“Don’t forget to heat the formula to-”
“Steve,” Chrissy sounds exasperated, “we’ve got it,” she has Jamie in his car seat.
“Plus,” Robin whispers to him conspiratorially, “he’s going to have a heat at some point, so we gotta be ready for that. You know, wouldn’t be fair to which ever Alpha ends up helping him out-”
“I know what you’re doing,” Eddie growls, watching Steve fuss over the pup.
“Is it working?”
“Go away.”
Robin shrugs, and Eddie watches as she goes to Chrissy, taking the bag so Chrissy is just left with the car seat, “it’s going to be fine, and you can call us any time.”
Eddie ends up watching Steve, as Steve watches his pup and his friends disappear at the end of the hall. His shoulder sag a little, and Eddie can't help but go to him.
“Hey.”
Steve sighs, “would it be weird if we followed them?”
“Maybe. I’ll drive though.”
Steve smiles up at him, and it looks kind of watery, “what if we break into their place and take him back?”
Eddie shrugs, “pretty sure we could just ask but, whatever makes you feel better, I guess.”
Steve sighs, “I sound crazy,” and a tear finally escapes, sliding down his cheek.
Eddie can’t help but scoop him up into a big hug, “I think you sound like the best dad in the world. I’ll get you one of those mugs. You know, for fathers day.”
Steve sighs, and sniffles, “thanks Eddie.”
“You want take out? I’ve primed you a miniature, if you still want to try your hand.”
“Can we watch a shit film too?”
“Oh fuck me I’d love to watch a shit film,” Eddie says vehemently into Steve’s hair.
Steve laughs against his chest.
Steve doesn’t have it in him to try painting his owlbear tonight; he picks forlornly at his duck rolls, “I’m sorry I’m not very good company.”
“It’s okay, I get it...I miss him too.”
“Oh, so you admit I’m being shit company?” Steve smiles for the first time this evening.
“Oh, yeah, the absolute worst.”
Steve phone pings and he practically dives for it, but then he melts, face going soft as he looks at the message, “Jamie’s asleep,” he shows Eddie the picture.
“Safe and sound,” Eddie reassures Steve for probably the fifteenth time this evening.
“I didn’t...I mean I knew I’d love my pup but...I didn’t know it would feel like this, you know? It feels crazy. And I mean...Jamie’s happy, and healthy, and that just makes absolutely everything feel...right? Does that make sense? Like...fulfilled.”
“I...yeah. I think I understand,” Eddie tells him quietly, because he feels like that about the both of them, as long as Steve, and by extension, Jamie, are both happy and healthy then...yeah. Yeah, the whole world feels like it’s an okay place to be.
“Eddie I-”
“Steve-”
They speak over each other, and end up laughing, leaning closer together on the couch. The remains of Steve’s half eaten dinner get moved to the safety of the coffee table. They’re close enough then that Eddie can see the dim light from the TV reflecting in Steve’s eyes.
“You go,” Eddie whispers to him.
Steve shakes his head, but takes Eddie’s hand in both of his, rubbing his thumb over Eddie’s knuckles, Steve whispers back, “you first.”
“I...I really like having you in my life Steve. And I don’t want to...to fuck that up, by expecting more from you.”
“I...yeah. Same.”
“Same?” It comes out as a surprised laugh.
Steve’s laughing too now, “what do you want me to say I mean...you pretty much covered it.”
“I have spent ages agonizing over this and and and- all I get is- yeah. Same. I guess. I suppose.”
Steve is properly laughing now, “come here, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he pulls Eddie close, and manages to stop laughing long enough to kiss his cheek, “okay,” Steve takes a deep breath, “I’ve just had a pup, and both me and that pup care about you so very much, and I did not want to mess it up by expecting you to take that on, okay?”
“You’re not a chore Steve, neither of you are a chore.”
“I mean he was sick on me the other day and that kind of felt-”
Eddie cuts him off with a kiss. It’s soft, a gentle press of lips that Steve...sighs into. Relaxes into. Lets Eddie take both their weight. Steve’s hands find their way into Eddie’s hair as Eddie gently wets Steve’s lip, and Steve lets him in.
It feels like coming home.
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thatfandomslut · 10 months ago
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Not Into Guys
Regina George x Lesbian!Reader
Word Count: 1k
Trigger Warnings: Aaron Samuels (i'm joking, they're besties), underage drinking
Request:
Can I please request a fic where Regina is like “I know your secret you like Aaron” and super flirty reader is confused and like “Why would I like him when you’re here” and Regina is shocked and it’s super cute and they’re gay for each other!
Mean Girls requests are open.
This all started because of a rumor accidentally started by none other than Gretchen Wieners. "I heard her flirting with Aaron Samuels. She called him her boy toy." Gretchen informed Regina who crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair in thought. It wasn't hidden information that Regina George liked (Y/n). Regina thought they had a thing. Obviously, she was wrong if (Y/n) claimed Aaron to be her 'boy toy.' As she listened to Gretchen go on about everything she had heard, Regina's icy blue eyes landed on (Y/n) as she made her entrance into the classroom.
Typically, Regina had only kind things to say about (Y/n). Unfortunately, her entering with Aaron seemed to cause anything nice to leave her mind as she narrowed her eyes at them. She just couldn't understand why anyone in their right mind would choose Aaron over her. She was gorgeous, popular, and rich. However, Regina supposed that Aaron was kind and funny. People didn't usually associate Regina with those two attributes. Instead, they associated her with beautiful but mean. Which, was right, of course. Regina just hoped that wasn't something (Y/n) thought of her. She wanted (Y/n) to like her the way she did (Y/n).
"This class is kind of lame. I might leave before it starts," Regina interrupted Gretchen, hoping she would stop talking about (Y/n) and Aaron. If she had to hear any more information about them being together, she would either vomit or kill Gretchen. There was a possibility that both of those scenarios were likely, and she would commit both rather than either. Fortunately, the honey blonde beside her seemed to catch on, and she stopped talking about them. "It's not like I'm ever going to actually need geometry. I have people to do my math for me."
Karen nodded enthusiastically at the point that she made. Regina could easily ask Cady if she needed someone to look over floor plans. She was above math, she decided. Aaron had left once the bell rang, leaving (Y/n) by herself at her desk. A small, devilish smirk crossed Regina's lips as she stood up. "(Y/n), I was thinking about skipping class. Would you like to join us?" Regina questioned, and it didn't take a second thought for (Y/n) to accept the invite. Just like Regina, she didn't necessarily care for math. Instead, she would rather escape the confines of those four walls that held math puns and math memes due to the teacher trying to fit in. Karen and Gretchen were about to follow Regina out before she told them to stay. She had some things to talk to (Y/n) about. Specifically, things involving Aaron Samuels and why (Y/n) thought that Aaron was better than her.
Regina would never deny the fact that she was the jealous type. She had decided a long time ago that (Y/n) was going to be her girlfriend, Aaron wasn't going to ruin this plan with his boyish good looks or boy-next-door kindness. That was why Regina brought (Y/n) to the mall, to show off her money in an attempt to woo (Y/n). An attempt that failed as (Y/n) had to assure her over and over again that she didn't want anything Prada or Gucci. Regina was beginning to wonder how attached (Y/n) was to Aaron. If she couldn't convince her to date her over name-brand items, how was she going to convince her to date her at all?
"Okay, what's wrong, Regina?" (Y/n) questioned once they got to the food court. She was starting to grow concerned when Regina didn't comment on how badly styled the mannequins were like she usually did. She was starting to think that maybe it was something that she was doing wrong. If Regina would communicate with her, she would be able to accommodate and change whatever she was doing that was bothering Regina. "I feel like I've done something to upset you."
Regina realized she was beginning to let what Gretchen said about (Y/n) and Aaron get to her. However, instead of being able to keep it in, she was expressing it. A smile crossed her lips as she played it off. "Everything is fine, you did nothing wrong. Now that we're here, though, we can have girl talk." The two girls sat down, confusion bubbling (Y/n) at how quickly Regina changed her mood. "I know you're secret… You like Aaron Samuels." Regina stated confidently, looking down at (Y/n).
(Y/n), on the other hand, was only growing more confused. She wanted to laugh because of how confident Regina had said that. It was completely false. "Why would I have a crush on Aaron when you're here?" She questioned, crossing her arms as she looked up at Regina. It was unintentionally smooth. It caught Regina off guard as her cheeks began to heat up slightly at what she had said. "Aaron is my best friend, and I'm a lesbian." (Y/n) told Regina, wondering why she even thought she was remotely into him.
"Didn't you say he was your boy toy though? I've had great sources tell me this." Regina claimed. She sometimes needed to remind herself that Gretchen took information and ran with it. (Y/n) smiled a bit as shook her head. Leaning in, she kissed Regina, who reciprocated happily. She could hear her heart beating in her ear as she tried to keep herself from messing the kiss up by smiling at it. "Okay, okay, fine… You're not into Aaron."
(Y/n) laughed a bit at the comment before Regina pulled her back into a kiss. This time, she kissed deeper, not as nervous as the first time. Though, her heartbeat remained loud in her ears as they kissed. Regina couldn't care less if anyone was scowling, because all that mattered to her in that moment was how (Y/n)'s hands felt as they cupped her cheeks.
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etoileee · 4 months ago
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please please please tell me what percy is like😛
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PERCY JACKSON IN MY DR Ψ
I’m so sorry this took so long! I don’t know why but I genuinely find it so hard to describe literally anything from my dr, like when I’m asked for example what Percy is like, I can’t come up with words that describe him... I just get these abstract thoughts and emotions that I associate with him.
It might be the fact that I'm dyslexic lmao but going on;
I don't consider Percy Jackson intimidating, but he definitely can be 1000%
He isn't shy at all, for example when I first met him we made eye contact, and he DID NOT look away. like I won't lie sometimes when I make eye contact with people I try and see if I can make them look away first just for the fun of it, but no he put my ass in my place that day.
I made a post talking about how people too often forget that he's a New Yorker and borderline juvenile and a lot of you thought it was funny but I am SERIOUS SEND HELP
He's a bit blunt, very honest. if he doesn't like some shit you're doing he'll tell you. I mentioned in my last post that he isn't afraid of confrontation and truly I mean it, I'm the type that tries to avoid it but once the opportunity presents itself he jumps to it, and he WILL fight ur ass, especially if it's someone he cares about that's on the line.
besides that part of him, I also noticed he is very protective. again, especially about people he cares about. he is the type that will defend you if he's with people who are talking badly about you and then tell you what they said about you then never talk to them again.
In my dr him and I just recently met so I haven't really experienced protective Percy, he did end up defending me two times, once during Capture the Flag and once when we were training, and both times I was honestly shocked. like I know his fatal flaw is his loyalty, but I didn't think he would say anything in my defence.
When I told him "You didn't have to do that" he got annoyed. dead ass told me "Why wouldn't I?" alright then... lemme shut up
HE IS SOOO SASSY
He's leading the sassy man apocalypse I've watched him roll his eyes when Dionysus talks or literally when anyone says anything he doesn't like... like okay princess calm down.
It's honestly really funny though I giggle a lil when I notice him getting annoyed.
something else I noticed is that low-key he's good with kids and it's really cute to watch. He's awkward as hell yes but he's good at helping them not doubt themselves.
I watched him help a group of what I think were nine-year-olds with sparring, he was a bit of an awkward teacher yes but after a few encouraging words their little doubtful faces went away, and once they got it right he would be like "See? I told you, you could do it."
Those memes that are like "Percy from his pov" and it's him just thinking he's an average teenage boy and then the "From everyone else's pov" and he's like a god are so accurate he's a little bit mesmerizing ngl.
overall I like Percy, but we're both trying to figure each other out and its so obvious. I wouldn't say we're friends yet, but we might be getting there. slowly but surely 😭
as of right now our relationship is that of two people forced into a group project for school that are slowly getting to know each other
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denwritesandcries · 1 year ago
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YJS HCs – body types
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Pairings: Yellowjackets x fem!reader
Summary: Okay so, I was thinking about body types so I could add details to my Shauna fic, really small things like skin marks and other stuff and that made me think about the other yjs too. I'm not used to writing headcanons, but here are a few that I couldn't get out of my head.
Word count: 1,9k.
Content: my personal headcanons, cursing, suggestive, fluff, insecurities, hurt/comfort, recent pop culture references so i guess modern!AU??
Note: This is so random and specific I don't think anyone will read it but I wanted to write it so badly.
English is not my first language.
shauna shipman
- I think Shauna is the most athletic of the girls, since in the first episode it’s said that she is the fastest on the team. Not necessarily thin; she is solid. Solid and warm. A warm wall seeking your touch all the time.
- She would always try to keep one hand on you and every time she touched you, her skin would be scalding hot, as if she barely needed gloves in the winter and only wore them because you told her to.
- Big spoon! She likes to wrap her arms around you and let her body wrap you completely when you cuddle or sleep together, her weight relaxing against you.
- Shauna is strong, like really strong and she knows it, her arms and legs are toned from training and she takes advantage of this to tease you at any opportunity, carrying things for you willingly (your backpack, shopping, whatever, she would be exactly like the *aggressively moves all groceries to one hand to hold yours* meme), rolling up the sleeves of her flannels ‘cause the muscles stand out, pressing you against walls/counters or simply carrying you during makeout sessions and nothing you do will take away the smug smile on her lips – well, barely nothing.
- She would also wear tank tops and shorts frequently just to make you nervous and receive compliments. It's ridiculous ‘cause she really thinks she's being subtle (she isn't).
“Shaunie, you sure you don’t want a jacket?”
“No, I’m good like that.” She's not, but she won't admit it.
“It’s raining.” You insist.
“The cold doesn't bother me anyway.” She shrugs, but leans back against you, placing her chin on your shoulder.
You snort, “Sure thing then, Elsa.”
- Shauna has a happy trail! Little baby hairs going up to her navel where she melts into a puddle when you caress her, goosebumps covering her skin in the same second.
van palmer
- I believe Van has rough hands from her goalie gloves! They're always warm even if the rest of her body isn't ‘cause of the constant movement – she expresses herself a lot with her hands too. She likes to run them down your sides just to see how your skin crawls, sometimes she does it out of nowhere just to scare you because she thinks it's funny.
- I think her skin is very sensitive, the kind that's full of moles and burns easily in the sun – you're constantly reminding her to put on sunscreen, but it's no use – she loves it when you trace patterns on her spots before bed or when you're bored somewhere.
- Her skin being so sensitive also means that hickeys and scratches are really hard to hide on her. She doesn't mind, in fact she seems to enjoy it a lot, you catch her a lot of times watching the marks spread across her shoulders and neck as they take days to disappear. That doesn't stop her from teasing you tho.
“It's been a week and there's still a purple mark on my neck. What are you, a damn vampire?” She mocks.
“Nah, you act like you wouldn't love me to be your Edward Cullen.”
She lifts her chin at you, “A leech then.”
"Van!"
- She has a belly and is very proud of it! She says it's the best for defending the goal and that it makes her fall to catch the ball less painful; She'll flex her muscles like a gym athlete when she's changing playfully just to seduce you (it works every time). She loves it when she lies in your arms after a bad day and you squish her tightly, it helps her calm down.
- She also has a happy trail, but she is too ticklish, like really ticklish. Many of your makeout sessions end up interrupted by her giggling when you drag your hands too softly under her shirt, she prefers firm touches.
- Van definitely has lots of small scars spread across her body from accidents over the years, that little weirdo (affectionate).
nat scatorccio
- Nat is as pale as a ghost, it would be impossible not to notice when you made her blush for any reason. She would try to distract you so you don't pay attention to it, but it wouldn't put off anything.
- The dark circles under her eyes are extremely pronounced, both due to her paleness and the heavy makeup she wears, so you always know when she's had a bad day or simply hasn't slept enough. She will complain incessantly about you making her stop and rest, but she will always do what you ask.
- I truly believe that she has lots and lots of moles all over her body, especially on her back.
- Some are bigger than others, large spots on the skin and she pretends that her heart doesn't warm with the fascination you have for them, but the prominent red face says everything you need to know.
“They look like small constellations, Nat," you sigh dreamily, hands soft on her naked skin, “Man, I wish I knew a single shit about stars so I could name them.”
“I’m shirtless in front of you and that’s what you’re thinking about?”
- I think she would have a lot of acne, especially on her face from sleeping and forgetting to take off her cheap makeup often, you would have to do a skin care routine together for her to really start taking care of it.
- She definitely has a tattoo scar that she got from one of those shady professionals before she was eighteen and didn't take care of it properly. You almost freaked out when she showed it to you out of fear that it would get infected. In the end she ended up with a weird drawing and a skin failure, but for Nat it was totally worth it, she says it makes her look like a badass (it's definitely not just because you kiss the mark every time you see it).
lottie matthews
- Alright then, let me tell you, this girl is FREEZING from head to toe. No matter how well she dresses up, her whole body will remain strangely cold, which worries you at a certain point, so what better way to keep her warm than to have her glued to you like a koala all day?
- She would place her cold hands on your neck just to bother you and then smile innocently when you took them in yours to rub them and blow warm air on them. That smartass.
- Lottie is tall (at least a lot taller than me) and I think she would have a lot of growth marks, you don't grow like that as a teenager without some.
- Light streaks on the back, hips, legs and thighs that would vary in tone over time. I think she would have the habit of hiding them so that people wouldn't comment, wearing long stockings with her skirts at school parties.
- She would be so flustreaded if you showed that you liked them by running your hands up her inner thighs, scratching her back gently to feel the smooth texture of the taut skin. It makes her feel so loved.
- She has sun spots on her face, around her eyes and cheeks. You think it's so beautiful that you could admire it for hours, anywhere, but you usually do it in bed in the morning.
“Are you watching me sleep, dear?” Lottie mumbles as she wakes to find you giving her a love gauze.
“Hm-hm,” you deny quietly, “‘Not watching you sleep. I’m watching you.”
“Oh.”
jackie taylor
- Now, Jackie would have stretch marks and be completely insecure about them. The girl needs constant validation about everything that concerns her and you better give it to her, she just wants to feel loved.
- Marks on her hips and chest that most of the time wouldn't even be visible, but she would still remember they were there. You run your hands down her sides as gently as possible and she will have tears in her eyes as you snuggle, heart warm.
- Your support helps her feel more comfortable with her own body over time, but she still wants compliments every day and will give you hints ‘til you comply with her requests.
- Jackie has freckles! This is actually one of the things she likes most about her face, the trail of dots around her nose and eyes. She’ll melt into a puddle on the floor if you start to kiss them one by one, but will lose patience if you decide to count them and stop the act of leaving wet kisses on them. She's not very good at waiting.
“Babe!” She whimpers.
“Just a second, sweetie, I’m almost finishing.” You continue, a look of pure concentration on your face, muttering “35, 36, 37…”
“No.” She says, hand grabbing the collar of your t-shirt and pulling you against her, “Come back now.”
- Jackie isn't necessarily icy, but she gets cold very easily and isn't shy about asking for your coat or jacket when you're together. Your girlfriend is a princess, better treat her like one. She'll squeeze her body against yours in bed and steal the blankets to stay warm.
- She has spots on her arms! Hundreds of light spots on the outside of the wrists to the shoulders, it's almost imperceptible, but so cute. Make sure to always let her know how beautiful she is.
misty quigley
- I think Misty has acne scars on her shoulders and cheeks, little red dots spreaded. She don't mind it most of time, but can be very insecure about it.
- She would be really suspicious if you just showered her with compliments out of nowhere just ‘cause you think she’s upset, so acting is better. Actions speak more to her.
- Place soft kisses on her shoulders, gently bite her cheek so she rolls her eyes in that nervous way she does. Make her feel beautiful as she is – because she is.
- She would be so pleased with you spoiling her that she would pretend to be sad about it a lot of times just to get your attention, she is an evil little genius. It’s captivating.
- She has freckles too! Little dots on her face so lightly that you only see them when she takes off her glasses, but they are there.
“I kiss you everyday, how did I never notice your freckles before?”
“Oh, I don't know.” She shrugs innocently, “Maybe you should take a closer look, baby.”
- She thinks she's so smooth but in reality she's a mess, the girl can't pick up social cues to save her life.
tai turner
- Okay so, Tai is the type who takes the football really seriously and works hard to win and to do that she would try to stay in shape as much as possible. I can easily imagine her doing extra training sessions and her friends teasing her about it, ‘cause Tai, it's a high school team.
- Because of this, I think she would have stretch marks on her back and calves, light fine lines that stand out against her dark skin. These are marks of her effort, so she shows them with great pride.
- She gets very smug and her skin crawls when you run your nails over the marks on her back.
- Tai is strong, strong enough to break someones leg on the field (sorry not sorry allie) and will show off for it whenever she gets the chance. She likes to wrap her arms around you from behind and lift you off the ground when she's passing by.
- She has sun spots on her face and arms! You think it's so cute, but if you say something silly and cheesy about it she'll roll her eyes and tell you to stop embarrassing her.
You sigh, “You are so, so pretty, Tai.”
“And you are so, so lame.” She echos, “...Come here, let me kiss you.”
- Happy wife, happy life. Always make her feel appreciated, she deserves it.
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carriesthewind · 2 years ago
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Good evening everyone! As I said in an answer to a previous ask, there wasn't a public call-in line to listen to the Show Cause Hearing in Mata v Avianca (the ChatGBT lawyer case) today.
However, while we are waiting for a transcript of the hearing (because there was a court reporter! yay!) and a written decision by the judge, we did get this absolutely anxiety-inducing live tweet of the hearing:
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(Caveat: this thread was not an official transcript of the hearing and should not be taken as such. It is possible the actual events and statements made in the hearing differ significantly from this report - i.e., take this with a grain of salt and reserve final judgement for the actual transcript.)
I'll put the full thread with some (light) commentary below the cut.* But the overall impression I am left with is that the judge seems to feel this pair of attorneys are treating their duty of candor toward the tribunal with the same seriousness with which they are treating their duty of competence to their clients. (And in this case, that's a very bad thing.)
*The full thread except for a soon-to-follow part 2 because I ran out of space for images again.
(All of the following screenshots are from the above tweet thread by Inner City Press @ innercitypress on twitter, made on June 8, 2023.)
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Normally I would overlook that "you, personally," but in this case, you really get the feeling that the judge is concerned that LoDuca might just start talking about what Schwartz did again.
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Establishing LoDuca's base of knowledge - he should know how to look up cases and check if they are real; he should know what a real case looks like.
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The March 1 submission was the plaintiff's opposition to the motion to dismiss, where they first cited the fake cases.
How bad this answer is depends, I think, on LoDuca's wording here. Best case scenario, his statement about Schwartz was a specific statement about what inquiry was reasonable for him to do under the circumstances (which - for that first filing - I think is actually a reasonable argument. You don't expect your colleague to just make up cases). Worst case, this reads like him trying to wiggle out of his obligations. I will withhold judgement until I see the official transcript.
Rule 11, by the way, refers to Rule 11 of the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure. Rule 11(b) states:
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(If you remember the Order to Show Cause, we are dealing with a Rule 11(b)(2) issue here. Rule 11(c) allows the court to impose sanctions for violations of Rule 11(b))
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Oh no, bad answer. (If anyone reading this is good at photoshop, I cannot express how badly I want a version of the "this sign can't stop me because I can't read" meme with the sign being the quote from defendant's reply where they say, "The undersigned has not been able to locate this case by caption or citation, nor any case bearing any resemblance to it.")
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Oh that is not a good way of characterizing those orders. (Those were the orders, remember, where the Court said, "By April 18, 2022, Peter LoDuca, counsel of record for plaintiff, shall file an affidavit annexing copies of the following cases cited in his submission to this Court: as set forth herein. Failure to comply will result in dismissal of the action pursuant to Rule 41 (b), Fed. R. Civ. P.")
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I would simply perish on the spot.
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Oh yeah, I forgot to mention in my original attempted summary of "Varghese" - the first paragraph states that it is a wrongful death suit by the widow of the passenger. Then the second paragraph states that the passenger was denied boarding on a flight due to overbooking and thus missed his connecting flight and therefore incurred additional expenses. The case was such nonsense that I legitimately forgot about that inconsistency by the time I got to the end.
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Your honor I plead "2 stupid 2 sanction."
(I believe the "different fonts" is in reference to the April 25 affidavit, in which the case names - and some of the surrounding text - are in a different font from most of the text in the affidavit. It seems like this is because they may have been copied straight from ChatGPT. See e.g., #3 below. It's hard to tell just based on this twitter thread, though.)
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A short and simple answer! You did it!
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"I have all the answers I need" is not a good sentence in this context.
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Very genuinely: shorter is better here. At least I don't think he hurt himself with that statement.
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Judge Castel: How do you conduct legal research?
Schwartz: I research cases.
Judge Castel: Do you read them?
Schwartz: Well, I may have once upon a time, but after hearing you ask that question in this context, I have decided to retire from the practice of law forever and also possibly sink into the ground and die. Also, by answering "yes," here, I just realized that I'm either admitting that I read the cases I submitted and therefore must have known they were fake, or else I just possibly committed perjury. Oh shit oh fuck.
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Oh god I'm cringing myself into a pretzel just reading this.
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Hey, by the way? You can actually use google (esp. google scholar) to do legal research. (It's not a good tool and you will miss things, but it will do in a pinch.) But. Um. If you know that...why didn't you double check your cases at very least on google when you were told they seemed to be made up?
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So, once again, I am going to withhold judgement until I see the actual transcript. That said, if Schwartz did say this, I would like to compare it briefly to a part of the chat transcript he provided to the court. Here is the first question asked about the Montreal Convention in the provided transcript:
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"analysis"
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Oh god. I can't even provide commentary on this one. I hope this is worse than the actual transcript will prove to be. I'm reading through my fingers like I'm watching a horror movie.
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"Misperception" (or "misconception") doesn't work once you have evidence that should cause you to doubt - like not being able to find a case that was supposedly published in the Federal fucking Reporter.
This is overshooting "2 stupid 2 sanction" into "too stupid to function."* You either looked for "Varghese" or you didn't. If you looked for "Varghese," it is not credible that you continued to have a good faith assumption that ChatGPT couldn't lie. If you didn't look up "Varghese," you just lied to the Court under oath.
*Just to be clear: for an ordinary person, this would be a very understandable lack of knowledge issue. A lawyer has no excuse not to know this.
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Judge Castel: Mr. Schwartz, I think you have the fucking audacity to try to lie to me to my face in my fucking courtroom.
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Honestly at this point I'm surprised he could still talk. I think screaming, "I'm melting, I'm melting!" as he vanished into steam, leaving his crumpled suit behind, would be an appropriate response.
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NO.
Oh no, oh honey.
Ok. Two options here (again, assuming he actually fucking said "They said they couldn't find them," in response to the Court asking, "When Avianca said you cited non existent cases?"):
Schwartz is once again trying to purposefully downplay what the defendant's reply brief actually said and dodge responsibility.
Schwartz honestly, truly believes that when the defendant filed a reply containing the line, "The undersigned has not been able to locate this case by caption or citation, nor any case bearing any resemblance to it," they were just asking for assistance with their legal research?!??!
I honestly don't know which is worse.
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Oh no....
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Oh man, I haven't gone over it here yet, but I think that "I looked up the judge" is a panicked attempt at bringing up a talking point the Professional Responsibility Lawyers raised in their memorandum of law. (Again, I'm giving this reading of his response with the caveat that it is based only on this thread, not the official transcript, which might read very differently and contain different/more info.) The Professional Responsibility attorneys noted in a footnote that two of the judges listed in the "opinion," including the "author," were actual 11th circuit judges, and the other is an actual 5th circuit judge. My read of this footnote was as an extra little detail tossed in by the Professional Responsibility attorneys to try to dress up their argument that the "opinions" had various "indicia of authenticity."
But here's the problem. If Schwartz is telling the truth - if he was reading carefully and critically enough that he bothered to look up the judge (why would you do that if you didn't think the case might be fake?!) there is no way he could have missed that the case was gibberish. Again, if this is really what he said at the hearing, he either lied in the hearing, or he must have know the "opinions" were bogus when he gave them to LoDuca to file.
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"Did it cross your mind" - if the court actually said this, oh my god.
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Hey, that's the point that I made in my original post(s)!
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This whole thing about the "+h" to "th" with the notary date is from the recent affidavits filed on 6/6/23, you can read them about them if you want, I'll be honest, I don't really care as much about the notary stuff so I'm going to skip it for the moment.
....and I've run out of space for images again. Part II to follow shortly!
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abarbaricyalp · 20 hours ago
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sambucky + 3. things you said too quietly (if you like!)
Hi!! From this ask meme
It's one minific, Michael. How many times can you restart it? Eight?
Well halfway through I realized this probably meant "too quiet for b to hear" but oh well
I'll be there, Bucky had said. Sam kept repeating it, whiny and annoying and a lie in his head. Between Bucky making no grand appearance and Joaquin's staticy warning that "Cap, I'm losing connect--" Sam was entirely on his own. He glanced around the room and fought the urge to shove his hands in his pockets.
Of all the goofy action movie cliche bullshit he'd seen, and seen debunked, while doing this whole superhero thing, this had to really take the cake as far as meeting some shady criminal boss. The lackeys were wearing ski masks for God's sake.
"Y'all are the welcoming crew?" he asked. "Badly chosen or are you actually the most friendly guys?"
Most of the men, all with some homage to the snarling tiger emblem Sam had become desperately familiar with over the last several weeks, were standing in front of him, triangulated and grim. Others had fanned out around Sam, boxing him in and blocking the exit.
"Hey, listen guys, it's not like I just stumbled into your shabby-chic warehouse. I got an invitation. You may remember it. You left it in my partner's bedroom while he was sleeping. Unless you aren't the guys trusted to do something like that. I'd get it. You seem kind of young. Haven't cut your teeth--"
"Search him," the guy at the front of the triangle barked. Sam only barely kept from flinching.
Two men stepped forward. The bigger one genuinely snarled at the other guy. For a tense second, Sam wondered if this meeting would combust before he ever actually saw anyone's face. The tension ratcheted between the two men until the bigger one finished stalking towards Sam without a second glance at his teammate.
"Put your hands against the wall," the man snapped, a faint accent on his words. It made something in the back of Sam's head alight with recognition but he couldn't pinpoint why.
He put his hands against the wall. In turn, the man put himself against the length of Sam's back. Instantly, Sam tried to turn, snap, bare his teeth, everything he shouldn't be doing, but the man already had gloved fingers around Sam's wrists, holding him.
And there was something about the feeling of his fingers that made Sam--
"Calm down," Bucky growled against his ear, breath warm against Sam's skin even through the mask. Far too low for anyone else to hear. Sam could barely hear him.
Would it be noticeable if he completely relaxed right then?
Bucky dragged his hands down Sam's left arm, then his right. "I told you I'd be here. No one else is gonna get close to you. But you need to behave."
"Are you wearing contacts?" Sam asked.
Bucky, allegedly patting down Sam's chest, pinched it instead. "Focus, Wilson."
But when his hands traveled down Sam's chest and abdomen, then across his hips, Sam didn't think he could be blamed for losing focus.
Bucky turned him around by the hips, then sank down into a crouch to pat down Sam's legs, continuously looking up at Sam, which was just sinful, honestly.
He slipped something into the shaft of Sam's boot, then stood up, slowly, keeping himself just a whisper away from Sam. "You good?" he asked, barely a breath.
Sam blinked once and kept his breathing even. Bucky's eyes searched over his face, found no lie, and he relaxed.
Behind Bucky, someone barked out something in a language that Sam didn't recognize.
"Yes," Bucky called back, peeling away from Sam to fall back into the formation. "He's all the boss's." He added something in the other language that made the group laugh lowly.
The man at the front actually rolled his eyes. How annoying had Bucky been in the less than handful of hours since he'd snuck in? Or how good was his cover that the group thought they already knew him?
Of all the ways the tiger motif was represented, Bucky's necklace of fangs was the least permanent. It wasn't a tattoo or embedded jewelry or filed teeth. What sorry initiate did he knock out in an alley to peel that off of? How had he even had time?
"We gonna stand around and look pretty all day or is there a discussion phase?" Sam asked.
Three different guys stepped forward all at once, but Bucky beat them all to Sam's side. He grabbed Sam's arm, just above the elbow, and shook him once. It was light enough that Sam had to play into the physical reaction.
"We'll do things when we want to," the leader said. But even before the words were out of his mouth, he was clearly tuning in to his earpiece.
He didn't look at Sam as he turned and strode away. Bucky pushed Sam ahead, hiding him away from the rest of the idiots around them.
"Something isn't right," Bucky said to him. Again, Sam had to strain to hear him. "They're stressed about something. I don't think--"
And then Sam didn't hear anything at all. "What?" he asked back.
Bucky looked at him, a little confused around the eyes.
"What did you say?" he tried again. "Bucky, what did--"
They halted suddenly, down a half flight of stairs and through another doorway. The shabby veneer had given way to what Sam had been expecting when he was 'invited' to the den. It was like a private night club. All that was missing was the bottle service.
Bucky rubbed his thumb on the inside of Sam's arm. Sam could feel the way he was straining to look around without being obvious about it. They were underground. The likelihood they could blast their way up to fresh air was pretty slim. They'd have to fight back to the stairs. Sure, the Tiger would have an escape route somewhere, but they didn't have time to find it.
"Over/under on him actually being bigger than me?" Sam asked lowly.
Bucky put an unimpressed look on him before pushing him through the group of goons.
They came through the front of the group and Bucky pushed Sam ahead. For a second, everything was quiet. Then Sam realized the man in the center of the room, being briefed by the completely unhelpful leader, was not Conrad Mack.
He was a young man with a long, messy mohawk and a tattoo that covered most of his left arm. Silver streaks of daggers sat beneath his hands like claws.
"Well, rumors of our striking appearances have been greatly exaggerated," Sam said.
The man bared his teeth in a grin or a sneer or something in between. "You are causing me a lot of issues, Captain America. I'm ready to be done with them."
"You're a wholly new problem for me, but I imagine it'll even out soon enough."
"I won't let it have the chance."
And then he sprang at Sam, long body and claws and bared teeth, all very catlike, even if he wasn't the real Smiling Tiger. And then all hell broke loose.
...
While Sam sat on a bloodied, but plush, couch later, picking at a piece of loose skin on the inside of his lip, Bucky stared at him. Blank but simmering. He'd ditched the mask pretty much immediately but this one had settled in once the fighting was done.
"I told you he wasn't here."
"What?" Sam asked, then grimaced and swallowed more blood because he'd aggravated his lip. "I couldn't hear you, man. You were barely talking."
"I told you he wasn't here. He wears this specific cologne and I searched all over. I couldn't find him."
"What are you, a bloodhound?" Sam sighed when Bucky didn't respond, just crossed his arms. "It explains why he made a move now. Mack never threatened me. Someone else played for his spot. Needed me out of the way."
"You think he's dead?"
Sam shrugged. "If this new guy didn't want me showing my face, he must be pretty sure Mack won't come around either."
"Fucking Madripoor," Bucky sighed. He sat beside Sam, knocking away a piece of wood that had been a support beam of some kind.
"Be clearer in the future. We're getting kind of old for this," Sam said
"Swapping out comms for hearing aides," Bucky joked. Then, "We should get out of here."
"Yeah," Sam agreed.
They leaned back against the ruined backrest at the same time and both let out a long breath.
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luciferanalyzestar · 9 days ago
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I think it’s moreso the fact that the fans can’t cope that their demon show finale was terrible, so now they’re taking their frustrations out on anyone instead of the people behind the writing. It’s been said before that jaw dropping animation can’t save a bad script. I FUCKING love arcane but s2 wasnt good, I was half asleep by act 3. The animators carried S2 but I they couldn’t save it, because of bad writing. writers and animators were on completely different pages when it came to plot points and relationships dynamics, that you got writers backpedaling so hard. HB S2 has been a miserable experience of bad writing, bad yaoi wattpad fanfic, and so much fucking merch. Only fun I got was watching people call out the bad writing and watching the showrunner throw so many tantrums on Twitter and IG
Good animation cannot save a bad script. I wonder if Helluva looked this this, will the decline of the writing will be more noticeable? /j
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Animation is a visual tool. I think if you have a story you want to tell using animation, the visuals can look like whatever. As long as the visuals are readable and not seizure inducing.
I talked too much about how Helluva is just badly written Yaoi. I find it funny when you say this, fans will call you "homophobic" for saying so. The only people I see call it yaoi are Queer or MLM themselves. I know homophobic 'critics' of the Hellaverse exist, but they are few and far in between.
It feels like certain scenes and props exist just to be made into merch. All of this merch is a reference to a certain moment. It would be different (and cool) if these were figure dioramas but it just your standard keychains and enamel pins. Like who wants to buy a "Glut-Honey" keychain and a blanket with red blobs on it?
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There is also an issue with there being so much merch made during a short, limited time. Sharkrobot does not space out the releases, it is just back-to-back. If your wallet was drained by the Ghostfuckers or Halloween merch, you will probably not be able to buy the Mastermind or Sinmas stuff.
Only fun I got was watching people call out the bad writing and watching the showrunner throw so many tantrums on Twitter and IG
I am sad that Helluva and Hazbin are both on hiatus now. Reading critical tweets and posts is one of my favorite ways to pass the time. I also like making these posts too.
Anyway, I love when a negative or meme tweet about Hazbin or Helluva blows up and reaches the fandom, fans start losing their mind and defend the shows and Viv like there is no tomorrow and throwing tantrums at their big age over a cartoon.
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wizardsnorlax · 2 months ago
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Ok so update on the Spiral Jon fic I'm writing: I'm getting it onto Ao3 bit by bit because it's super difficult to write on mobile, but I need to take a break and get ideas for the season three events out before they get lost, here's a link to the season 2 notes
Ok here we go
Melanie does not join the Archives, this is for the best
At one point in season 2 Jon gave Sasha Georgie's contact info for "in case of emergency" use so Sasha is gonna be (mostly) ok she just needs to pop an allergy pill every once in a while
Sasha might be good with the hardware of a computer but the software might as well be a completely different language so she's very little help with Georgie's show
Jon takes to reading Statements like I took to weed gummies
Sasha follows about the same trail of clues as Jon did in Canon but Daisy's grip on Sasha is a bit harder to hold so Sasha gets claw slashes on her arms instead of a knife at the throat
Things that have changed about Jon while Sasha was gone: his hair now has ringlet curls, the extra flexibility in his joints has progressed but not to the point anyone has noticed let alone would consider a problem and his eyes are twitchy from the stress of filling her position to the point he looks like he's constantly ODed on caffeine
Sasha gets back in the office and when everyone learns they can't quit or be fired Jon makes it his personal mission to be as much of a menace to Elias as possible
but he'd never do that to Sasha, she gets doodles of her hanging out with Cecil from Nightvale because she's a good boss:)
Martin scolds Tim for how he's been treating Jon and Sasha because of the changes caused by first and secondhand paranormal bullshit exposure
Jon gets to go out for drinks with people who actually like him
Everyone learns why Jon has a shirt that says "the difference between me and Superman is Superman has Super Vision, I need constant supervision
A discussion about who takes Jon home with them is had because at some point the poor goober lost his shoes and started trying to wrap around Martin like a belt
Sasha gets kidnapped on her way home
Michael helps her because some part remembers being an archival assistant and she's treated hers so much better than Gertrude did
Helen doesn't take Michael's place but the door still rejects him and the corridor collapses as both Sasha and Michael crash into Jon's new flat
Michael is freed but is in such bad shape he needs to be in the hospital for several weeks on recovery
Things attempt to be normal
Tim and Jon are menaces to Elias in very different ways
Jon doesn't want anyone traveling alone
Elias doesn't care but can't STAND the idea of Jon being there without a buffer so Sasha gets to have company on her trip, Tim goes to India and gets the ghost bullet, cue Mystery Mousketool meme
Martin, Basira and Daisy are handling the workload as best they can but since none of them are particularly suited to the task things go badly because Martin is terrible at direct leadership
When Sasha and Jon get kidnapped by Trevor and Julia, Sasha decides that the best way to clear some of the air is through lore dumping her backstory (still to be determined)
Jon is deemed suspicious by the false cop cause he does NOT look sober
Insert attempted police brutality interrupted by a shotgun
While the false cop is regenerating Jon gets the "how did you two meet" Statement from Julia
They get to the cabin and Jon freaks out a little at the idea of reading ANOTHER cursed book
Big relief when nobody gets eaten this time
Nobody ever believes him but Jon has kept every promise he's made (not that he's made many before but it's the principle of it)
Yoinks the page
Our duo finishes the assignment
Back home
Sasha learns about the storage unit
JON STOP REACHING FOR THE EXPLOSIVES YOU ABSOLUTE GREMLIN
Tim is EXTRA motivated to wreck shop at the Unknowing
Jon and Martin stay behind to be distractions
Big boom happens, Tim makes it out because the guy's literally too angry to die, Sasha is in the coma, Daisy is in the Coffin and Basira is just having a time of it
Jon gets mind fondled by Elias and it makes Martin want to rip the bastard's throat out but the best he can do is have the cops rough him up as much as possible
Jon is temporary head of the Archives and the pressure swallows him whole and he crashes like a meteorite because he desperately doesn't want to be the one giving orders
Martin's "assistance" has been leaving cobwebs in places nobody checks
And thus we enter season 4
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dragonshoardofworks · 27 days ago
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One Reflection, Two Souls 
(Ficlet so smol that I decided to release it in the Tumblr Wilds instead of Ao3. Enjoy!)
Evenings like this were becoming common: Jazz was sitting cross-legged on Danny's bed with papers scattered before her while her brother was positioned at his desk, at least attempting to do his homework while there was no attack on Amity.
Usually, Danny preferred working alone without the overbearing presence of his sister, but after the reveal of her knowledge about his secret identity, she had so many questions still unanswered that they did mini-sessions where they helped each other with their own expertise. 
“I was thinking…” Jazz started, while staring contemplating at one particular sheet.
“When aren't you?” Danny didn't even look up from his notebook as he sassed her.
“Haha, smartass.” She halfheartedly threw him a socks ball (which had been among a pile on the nightstand) that he let phase through his head without effort. Then he just threw it in their open drawer, like the routine they had already done plenty of times. “We pretty much established that Ghost Cores are souls, didn't we? And that souls are unique and impossible to replicate at 100%?”
At this, Danny paused, then he turned towards her, leaning an arm on the top of the backrest, and eyed weirdly.
“Yeah?” He prompted when she didn't elaborate, now frowning.
“Then, how was Vlad even supposed to be able to clone you, or anyone for the matter?” Jazz asked.
The halfa froze, taken aback by the question, his expression akin to that one meme where the stick-man raises their index but stays speechless.
Jazz nodded sagely in understanding at his reaction.
 “...He couldn't have been able to. Even with my mid-morph DNA, the Prime clone would have been a whole ass different person, even with all my memories!” Danny breathed in shock and bewilderment. “After all Dani, even if in Vlad's eyes her "defects" are her age and gender, still has all my preferences, my tics and some of my past memories, but often she wouldn't make the same choices I would in the same circumstances! How the heck could the fruitloop have messed up so badly and missed something like that? He flaunts all his grandiose knowledge and experience, but the thing about Ghost Cores is the first info that Skulker told me after describing how he would take my pelt!” He rambled, scandalized.
“You never told me that!” Jazz protested, making Danny wince.
“Well, it wasn't the first time he had caught me and I had to stall while Tuck was hacking his jetpack, so I made him monologue, but… when he realized that I didn't know a single thing about Ghost Cores, he sat me down and lectured me like a misbehaving toddler.” He admitted, resting his chin on the still propped up arm, looking sullen.
“Well, didn't Frostbite tell you that by ghost standards you still are a youngling?” Jazz pointed out with mirth in her voice. Danny just groaned in response.
“Yeah, but when an enemy that before has tried to dismember you looks at you, concerned, and asks why you haven't already known about Ghost biology, it gets awkward. Above all, if he opens his faceplate, climbs down his heavily armed armor as a pint-sized ghost and explains to you the finer details of what a ghost is and is made of, while you're still tied like a mummy!”
Jazz knew that the situation hadn't been funny back then, but she couldn't help the snort that came out of her that developed into peals of belly laughter.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” In the background, the halfa grumbled mutinously. “Next time, I'll aim the Box Ghost at you to give you the ghost version of the Talk. We'll see how you'll cope with all those box metaphors and similes, like I had to listen!”
“Danny, I can't breathe, s-s-staph!” Jazz rolled off the bed and her fall on the soft carpet did nothing to stop her laughter.
Danny let her go on, totally done with the discussion and turned back to his homework, shuddering. Better them than the (double) Talk trauma.
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A/N. This minuscole one shot had been born from a spur of the moment inspiration as a mere dialogue and got away from me when I added the description of the actions around said dialogue.
I regret nothing, though. 
<⁠(⁠ ̄⁠︶⁠ ̄⁠)⁠> (Trivia under the cut.) <⁠(⁠ ̄⁠︶⁠ ̄⁠)⁠>
By the way, the reason Vlad doesn't know about this is because he didn't get to meet any (responsible) ghost until he had reached ghost-adulthood, so no one could ever imagine that he lacked the basic knowledge.
I choose Skulker to give the Core Talk because given that he's a hunter, he has to know the intricacies of the bodies of his preys to preserve their pelts and flesh. But now that he knows that Danny is practically an infant, (apart from the paid assignments that Vlad gives him) all the fights he gets Danny into are more akin to a lion/tiger playing with his cub to help him strengthen up and get his reflexes top notch. Same with the rest of his Rogue Gallery (Spectra, Aragorn and Vlad excluded, of course). Yes, even Walker becomes more lenient once he becomes aware that Danny knew nothing before Skulker's lecture (the discovery still comes after the debate of the possessed Major, though).
Danny, being the Clueless One, never notices the shift of perspective and his "enemies" not going full power against him anymore, so this is still funny.
Thanks for coming to my TED talk, hope to type ya soon! 
(⁠ノ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ノ⁠*⁠.⁠✧
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slushiesandshowtunesat3am · 2 months ago
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I wish I could insert that meme of a point over someone’s head because these Anons are laughable. How are they missing the point this badly. There is no way they are mature adults, surely there is no fucking way. Not crowding the tags was literally one of the points being made. That is if people correctly tag/labeled there would be no crowding. Also if fucking tumblr would fix the tags, that’d also be great! If people want to not be diverse when creating their fics by all means that’s their prerogative, just let people know in advance. The point of “reader” is so that ANYONE can envision themselves or any stranger into a story, otherwise OC is RIGHT THERE! Or just add race/height/weight/etc. reader and all is well. Also engagement was one of the points being made as well. And it went right over their head.
I’m sure your posts are geared to those who don’t know and are just learning, because we all know those who don’t want to be kind and diverse will never be. Seeing by some of those Anon asks you got…. there isn’t any amount of talking, education, and kindness to help those “people”. They told us loud and clear what type of “humans” they are. Also people ~blocking~ is a thing. The button is right there if you feel “they’re crowding” tags. Just fucking block, this isn’t an airport. Also tumblr is broken that even if you have zero tags you will still appear in all sorts of tags that aren’t even related to the subject. Complain elsewhere! Also the fucking nerve of them to be like I DO WHAT I WANT, WHEN I WANT and then proceed to tell you what to do!
Imagine if I went and bitched at everyone crowding the tags it’d be a full time job and *insert ain’t nobody got time for that meme*.
*Also please no one take a shot for every time I say Also lol. *insert Ana from Frozen waking up meme*
This. Just this, thank you, my love.
For anyone else, I'm sorry, if you send me another message about me clogging up tags, I'm blocking you.
I've made like 5 posts, there are thousands of fics in the tags I include. You'll be okay, I promise.
Just block me if it bothers you so much, but I'm going to make sure that what I'm saying reaches those it's made to: writers who need to hear it and readers who need to know they're heard.
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Cole I'm sorry but I suddenly remembered this super funny thing that maybe is only funny to ME AHSGH but like.
so there's this popular meme(?) from Mean Girls where they're all talking about Regina like yeah she's flawless she has two Fendi purses etc.- and then Bethany goes "one time she punched me in the face ... it was awesome."
now imagine (because I'm terrible at video meme-ing) Peem's friends describing Peem. YEAH Peem's a great artist, he's kind and pretty , yeah he's so patient and loving—and then there's Phum— "one time he kicked me in the balls...it was awesome."
if anyone is reading this ask and CAN make this into a thing, please do 😔🙏
i don't know how to edit, or to draw, i just know how to yap (badly at times) so i will try to do my best for you my beloved.
but -- reading this i imagined a whole scenario that is solely ridiculous and maybe tender.
so i will say it to you, and i hope it puts a smile on your face.
as always. IMAGINE:
they are at parkingtoys for a night of drinking. the whole extended squad. and phumpeem have been official for a few weeks. still in their third year of university. so the situation is as it goes:
there's a senior from year 4 that peem really, but really respects. like so much. and he's so shy around this guy, because his technique for painting water is literal perfection or something.
let's call him... Top. Alright.
So that evening Top spots their big table, namely spots Peem and Q, and comes to salute them and ask how it's going with exams or something. And listen, Peem's friends know how Peem gets around this guy. How he gushes about his skill. Q has tried to make Peem go and ask for his Instagram for a while now, just so they can talk about painting and Peem can tell Top directly how much he loves his work.
So as soon as Top comes in and Peem greets him with a lowered head, a bashful smile and shyness in his voice, his friends jump to action.
"It's going great," Q starts, draping a casual arm around Peem. "This guy here got his third A in a row. I think I might have a competition this year for the third-year student with straight As on exams."
"I'm glad to hear that." Top smiles, before he looks around. "I see you guys made some new friends, too."
"All Peem's fault!" Tan cuts in, too solemn for his words. "He's just so friendly, you know? He charmed everyone in Engineering."
"So charming," Pun slurs out with a nod, way beyond tipsy. "Such a good friend."
"Have you had the pleasure of being his friend, Top?" Chain asks nonchalantly, despite doing his best to keep Pun upright. "Just saying, he's a pretty talented guy. You guys could talk about paints. Or something."
"Guys," Peem groans behind his palm, barely able to peek a look at a very amused Top.
And Phum? Well, he's just very confused. Like, Fang, Beer and Mick are confused. But Phum is truly confused. Maybe because he's a bit tipsy, or because their friends sound like they are trying to hook Peem, his boyfriend, with this guy. He knows a bit about Top. Knows that Peem kind of idolizes him. But why did Pun have to mention that he's charming?
At this point, Phum kind of wants to yank Peem under his arm and keep him hidden from the world. But then Top says, "I would love to be his friend, of course." And Peem's eyes get those glittering, dancing delights in his eyes, and he's peering at Top like he's bringing him a foreign part of the world, and how could Phum deny his boyfriend of this happiness?
So he tries to help, tries to join the charade of chatting Peem up -- platonically, of course.
Key word, tries.
He makes obvious eye contact with Top, face earnest, and he declares, "One time he kicked me in the balls... It was awesome. He's awesome."
Top blinks.
The table goes quiet, stupefied, except for Peem, who chokes on the drink he was having at that moment. He sputters the drink onto the table, and Phum immediately cups his cheeks to check if he's okay.
"Phum," Peem croaks, lips shiny with liquid and spit and eyes incredulous. "You can't just- Can't just say-"
At that point, Q and Chain begin to guffaw so hard Pun falls because of it, no longer supported by Chain. Tan is hiding his face behind a very amused Fang.
"What?" Phum mumbles, and then he throws his head back to give Top a frowny glance. "But he is awesome, even when he's angry. Trust me. Doesn't even matter that I went to the hospital because of-"
"Phum," Peem groans, hands trying desperately to cover Phum's mouth, to bring his head back. Phum is still babbling a bit. Just a bit. Because he needs to let this guy know just how awesome his boyfriend is. But then nimble fingers push into his lips and Peem murmurs, "Baby, that's enough. C'mere."
And Phum- Well. He flushes quicker than one can blink, before he buries his face in Peem's neck, who makes an endeared oof, despite embarrassment still coursing through him.
"And now he's shy," Q snorts. "Jesus fuck, Peem. Your boyfriend is something else.
It's that Peem rarely calls him baby in public, okay? And maybe he's more than a bit tipsy.
He hears Top say, "I didn't know you were in a relationship."
Phum makes sure to turn around just enough to give Top a look, before he says, "He is. Only I can get kicked in the balls by him, get it-"
Peem shoves Phum's face back in his neck with a choked-up sound, "I think we need to go. Enough alcohol for you."
Phum lets out a soft sound, arms coming around Peem's dainty waist. He nuzzles his collarbone. "Whatever you want, baby."
AAAND YEAH. JUST. Just endearment. I hope this was a fun read for you, alan
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moonyasnow · 1 month ago
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All the characters I'd considered shipping my OCs with before I decided
Quick thing bc I'm bored
Not gonna include Lisle bc AroAce and also not Tomoe, since she existed before I decided to put all the others into TWST so shipping for her was just...kinda vibes-based, and not in the good way. Like I'd barely even figured out her character yet
And for Irina, Junia and Artemisia, the reason none of the others were chosen were literally just because their current partner was SO perfect for them I couldn't have gone with anyone else
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Irina
Kalim (I think this is one of the more unhealthy relationships she could end up on. Not because he'd treat her badly, of course not; Kalim's just the sort who represses all his trauma (he straight up doesn't remember all the times he's been kidnapped) and I just feel like, paired with Irina, she'd just keep holding all the bad stuff in forever and pretending like everything's ok)
Ruggie (I think this would've been pretty cute. They're still good friends now though...and I honestly think they work better as just friends)
Floyd (Irina still literally had a crush on him before she fell for Malleus, so this one didn't even 100% go away. But yeah the reasons I considered it was because I think they match each other's freak in an interesting way. And Irina also knows exactly what it's like to always go through moodswings, so they can understand each other in that way. ...Irina would've loved the biting and squeezing so much tho-)
Leona (THE BAD TIMELINE. I'm not kidding. These two would in the best case scenario keep each other from improving and in the worst case actively make each other and their issues worse.)
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Spike
Silver (literally the only NRC guy I could think of who'd be nice enough to be Spike's type)
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Junia
Jade (Giving 'the straight-laced science girl' vibes but genderbent. Clueless autistic and clueful autistic)
Azul (I think it would've been cute bc Junia is the type who is just, so smitten with whoever she likes, and it's VERY obvious. And she'd think he was really really pretty and would love like, sitting in his lap when he scams people)
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Veronica
@babyghoul138 :)
Ace (For a while I was actually even gonna go with this one long-term! Even made a meme including the ship and everything. Even started planning out a fankid! But then I realized I'd miscalculated and they just wouldn't work as well together as I thought. And I think Ace is just a bit too rough around the edges personality-wise for Veronica)
Sebek (This could actually have been a reaaaaaally interesting one. The thing that kept me from going with it was just that- Veronica wants to leave Briar Valley after she graduates. And Sebek would never leave Briar Valley. And as much as angst CAN be nice, I prefer it when couples are driven apart by stuff like war or disapproving families rather than just mundane stuff like that. Makes it too real, and just kinda depressing)
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Victor
Jamil (Jamitor would be toxic yaoi central. Victor would be SUCH an enabler like 'yes, let's kick that smiling idiot (Kalim) to the curb and put you on the throne! Oh villainy looks so good on you~'. Then with their powers combined they would go on to rule the world.)
Azul (They've got suuuuuuuch similar trauma. And I imagine it'd start out with them 'dating' as like a business arrangement-- being married to each other would be good strategically for both of them and their goals; Azul gets access to a whole noble house's worth of funds and private lands, and Victor gets easy access to some of the best people in business. And then it'd turn into a thing of them both catching feelings realizing just how similar they are and can both relate to each other's trauma. They would also go on to rule the world.)
His ships with someone similar to him just made him too powerful
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Artemisia
Idia (I decided not to go with this one 1) because as soon as Artemisia met Jamil I just know he'd be IT for her and 2) Artemidia would just kinda feel like them giving up and deciding to become hermits who don't leave their rooms TOGETHER and that to me was just way too sad)
Leona (They were already kinda friends in the background, and I couldn't stop thinking of the reference potential to Kimba the white lion. And just like with Idia, the biggest reason why not is Jamil.)
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orangetintedglasses · 5 months ago
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@typhoonvash said: “Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me.” stay with the high lord, and live to see everything righted // acotar memes
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"... yeah. And you'd think that would've made it easier... to avoid feeling that way about... anything, you know? Anyone. But..."
Their paths, as far as he knows, are too similar for him not to understand that feeling; their timelines near identical, unlike the others he's met. And this Vash, too, has progressed as far as he has-- maybe farther, he isn't sure, and he doesn't know if it's right to ask --so Star understands, entirely, what the other means when he says something like that.
Something that makes his heart twist and writhe inside his chest and try to escape by way of launching out his throat--
But Star returns the sentiment with a wry smile of his own. Maybe he doesn't know Canary's full situation, yet, but his own has... definitely shifted. So, he continues, and he asks with a light, mirthless laugh: "hey, did you ever try and make that promise to yourself? That you'd never let it happen because of how badly someone else would get hurt? Especially after everything happened..."
And then that smile tightens, just a little bit at the corners.
"Did you break it, too~?"
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