#ya know just lots of people translating for each others

[ranticore]

eh i might as well just post em here. Sirenian humans for ya. ftr i never got round to doing this for selkies or the other guys

the individual drawings for these are.. not the best and the text formatting and typos are woeful but i have a lot of fondness for them (especially the hopper harpies, they're my favourites) and the reason i made this blog was originally to talk more about them in a more relaxed space

there's also... this attempt at describing the naming conventions of the most populated settlement

one thing i really wanted to avoid with these guys was the notion of culture being tied to what type of person you are (physically i mean). it's very rare that a settlement is limited to only one type of human. culture is instead related to settlements and geographical regions (can u tell I hate the common trope of Monolithic Fantasy Race Culture). because the humans who originally settled on siren spoke english, all of the languages spoken by modern sirenians are derived from english (and this is how scholars can back-translate ancient records about ishmael et al). some people with very specific adaptations (like hoppers) might be concentrated in the area that best fits their morphology but there are no exclusive groups based on body type.

the modern sirenians do not believe they are (or were, originally) aliens on siren, they do not know about earth, they know nothing at all aside from the fact that there were once Precursors who've left some technology behind.

the main story is about our guy Qedivar travelling from the spire to the old Precursor ruins to do some research, and on the way he hires Huarva as a tugboat and Terwy as an astronavigator. They have each lied to the other about some fundamental aspect of themselves of course so there's drama but eventually Qedivar gets home and publishes a preliminary report on what he found there (which is the record of Ishmael's life). Conservative factions immediately decry it as heresy and call for Qedivar to be killed, so he has to go into hiding and publish under a pseudonym.

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞 - part six max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ( fluff ) series summary . . . when the lives of an f1 and wec prodigies collide, hey find out hey find out that they're not that different and carve out a place for their selves in each others hearts. the commentators from sky sports call this puppy love

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liked by pierregasly maxverstappen1 and 35.6k others y.ln sup Malborne, it's een a while. i brought a friend this time!

user GURL WHERE ARE YA GOING??!

landonorris oh look, its me😊

user SHE BROUGHT THE PUPPY!! IT'S MY LUCKY DAY ⤷ user trust my instincts, i was correct to get us those tickets ⤷ user SHARE THOSE INSTINCS NEXT TIME!! I COULD'VE MET THE MAN HISELF

user that dog is living abetter life than me and my ancestors

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user SHE RODE WITH MAX!! ⤷ user and lando* ⤷ user lando third wheeling probably

scuderiaferrari hey there 👀👋 ⤷ y.ln its my week off, dont you dare ⤷ user y/nnnnnn 😭😭

carlossainz55 a get together without me?😔 ⤷ y.ln i had no choice, it was Malborne or certain death

user something about max and y/n traveling with marshmallow . . . ⤷ user i wanna see footage of max and marshmallow interacting, I NEED TO SEE ⤷ user the interaction would most likely contain pure chaos

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direct messages: CARLOS + Y/N // CHARLES + Y/N

(translation at the very end)

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carlos + y/n: I dont feel like driving with ferrari this weekend - i hate you - where are you? I have coffee The medbay on the circuit - you want trimasu? Yes and painkillers

charles + y/n: - hey charles y/n, hi -hi No, hi* -anyways :( - are you in the hospitality. I was told you were 30 min ago Yes, Do you need anything - can you check with one of the mechanics if they have my racing gear? We always have the reserve driver’s gear Why? Are you driving this weekend - hopefully not Why? You’re an amazing pilot You inspire a lot of people - i know i know, but its the aus gp - i'd rather just watch, i came here to have fun anyways - i dont want to deal with strategies and battling and just racing overall - no offense or anything I understand, you already do a lot in hypercar Which you’re doing great in, by the way If you need anything, come see me. I’d love to help - thank you charles :) Of course, I owe you. You did so much for me in f2 and f3 its only fair! I’ll get your kit and tell your team. Do you want some coffee? Two milk? - thank you charles X)

[judesmoonbeauty]

2024 Villain’s Festival: Jude Jazza Bonus Story Part 2 ♛

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. *I don't know what happened today, but I was exhausted and for some reason, part 2 was extremely difficult to translate. I had to edit the entire thing three times, so I apologize if the translation isn't as smooth as it could be. But I hope you still enjoy our sadistic fairy in part 2 ♥︎

In the meantime, Jude and I decided to have breakfast, so we visited a nearby park.

I sit down on the grass with a good view and take a bite of the bread that was just handed to me.

Kate: Mm….delicious!

Kate: The bread served at Crown Castle is good, but I like the buttery flavor of the bread here!

Jude: Well, good for ya.

Kate: By the way, Jude, you know a lot about the bread I like, don’t you?

Jude: It's a basic part of business to learn people's tastes and preferences. Ya were just in my head because ya were being so loud.

Jude: Instead, there's no hope for ya, I'll take ya around on my own today.

(Jude is willing to spend time with me, even if it's for money.)

Jude would be able to forcefully take the necklace from me.

But instead of doing that, he is following the rules and trying to steal my heart.

(Jude is a man who keeps his promises, no matter what they are.)

Kate: Jude, I'm going to make some  conditions for you to take my heart.

Jude: Conditions? You're so high and mighty, tellin’ people what to do. Since when did ya become such a big woman?

Kate: Because the heart is invisible, so I think it's better to have some kind of clear goal.

Jude: Tell me.

Kate: Food that I will never forget, food that I’ll truly enjoy, and will want to continue to eat. 

Jude: Find this…….

Jude: That’s too many conditions.

Kate: Because with fewer requirements, you would find them too quickly Jude.

Jude: Tch…..Let’s go.

From then until sunset, Jude took me around to various shops.

Jude: Oi…. You've got to stop this. Why can’t I pass the review?

Kate: Jude, It's true that the food at the restaurant you introduced me to is delicious, right?

Kate: However, if you ask me if I would go there myself, I would say...

The shop Jude introduced me to has slightly higher prices than the shops I usually go to.

Of course, the taste is guaranteed to be worth the price, but it's difficult to buy it myself so often.

(However, since he spent so much time introducing various things, I guess it would be better to let him pass the review...)

(It's already late and I'm getting full from eating so much...)

Kate: Jude, thank you for your time today.

Kate: Well, as a thank you for keeping me company all day, I'd like to give you the necklace... ....

Jude: That’s different from the first condition. There's no point in acceptin’ it like that.

Surprisingly, Jude did not accept my necklace.

Jude is very rule-abiding and disciplined.

(But I'd like to give something back…..)

(….that’s it.)

Kate: Jude, we've been walking a lot, so why not have something cold to eat at the end? My treat. 

I told Jude to wait for me and bought some ice cream from the street corner.

Kate: It's much cheaper than the food that you introduced me to today Jude, but...

I handed one to Jude, who accepted it without a word.

Kate: Hm…delicious! After a long day of walking, something cold and sweet hits the spot. 

Jude: Well, that's about right.

When I was looked at Jude from the side, our gazes collided with each other.

Jude: Isn't it bad manners to stare at other people eatin’?

Kate: Because I was so happy to see your ‘it’s delicious face’ that I just couldn't resist, Jude.

Kate: It's cheap and easy to buy, so you can eat it like this over and over again.

Kate: Next time I eat it, I will surely remember today!

Jude: You're such a long-winded princess, aren'tcha?

Kate: What?

Jude: The conditions have been met.

I didn't mean to say much, but Jude chuckled.

Jude: Food that you’ll never forget, food that you’ll truly enjoy, and will want to continue to eat.

Jude: I've met all three. I wasn't told it was my job to find them.

Kate: Haha…

Jude: There's nothin’ to laugh at.

Kate: When we first met today, Jude had changed the way he spoke, and I felt very uncomfortable.

Kate: Just….I'm so relieved to see that you're your usual self Jude.

Victor declared, "The supreme evil that steals her heart will be the winner.”

The title of the greatest evil is worthy of the current Jude, who never gave up on winning until the very end.

Kate: Please. It's the necklace I promised you.

Jude: Hah....... I can't believe it took me this long to get here, I didn't attack this right the first time.

Jude: Ya weren't satisfied with the kind young man you see in romance novels.

Jude: You'll be happy if I torture ya like I always do, won’tcha?

Kate: That’s an improper expression!

Jude: There's no such thing as an improper expression, is there Princess?

Kate: It’s differ….

I hastily swallow the denial that almost leaves my mouth.

(Because if I deny Jude's words now.….)

(……I was satisfied, not because I like to be tortured)

(I liked Jude as he was, not as a nice young man.)

Jude: I knew it.

Mr. Jude throws a ridiculing look at me as I remain silent.

I gave my heart to an arrogant fairy who shot me with his gaze.

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For celebrity prompts: first red carpet together or hyping up each other on social media with Atsumu please?

☆WALKING THE RED CARPET | atsumu miya

a/n - YESS THE RED CARPET ONE IM SO HAPPY YOU ASKED FOR THIS ONE😭😭

cw - manga spoilers but not really

prompt list - @novelbear

atsumu was invited to an award show as a presenter. not only was this an award show but he was invited to present at the v. leagues player awards. he was also nominated for rookie of the year along with his teammate hinata.

you were surprised, to say the least when atsumu asked you if you wanted to go with him as his date. he played it off by saying “i just don’t wanna look lame without a date.” which, ouch. but you would have agreed to it either way.

you’d never been to a red carpet event before, so getting your hair and makeup done by someone else was a new thing for you. you weren’t even a. celebrity but you were getting treated like one. on the car ride to the award show, atsumu complimented your outfit several times.

you probably said about 50 different variations of thank you for that whole ride. he could t take his eyes off of you.

and when you arrived he got out of the car first which caught the paparazzi’s attention and they began snapping pictures of him as he waited at the door with his hand outstretched for you.

“who’s that?” “he has a date?” “who are they?”

so many hushed questions asked by the paparazzi followed as you took atsumu hand and stepped out of the car. you linked your arms with him as he led you up the red-carpeted stairs into the building. his team followed close behind the two of you letting you know where your makes were at to take photos.

“wait we’re taking photos?” you asked turning to the faux blond.” yeah, is that a problem? we can just skip that if ya want.”

you dismissed his suggestion by shaking your head, “no, no that’s fine i just assumed it be just you because you’re the talent.” atsumu chuckled at your comment and placed his hand on your lower back guiding you closer to the carpet with the decorated backdrop with the name of the vent planted all over.

atsumu leaned in close to your ear and brought his voice to a whisper. “we’re almost up and i think everyone could see how amazing ya look y/n.” your face began to beat up immensely and you followed atsumu hand in hand to the small x marked on the carpet.

“over here!” was heard in several directions and you didn’t know where to look or how to smile. and the lights. they were so bright you felt a migraine forming already.

atsumu noticed your discomfort and whispered in your ear again. “just follow my league.” he said and pointed toward a woman with a camera “here, smile at this one.” and so you did.

after a while and a few more marked spots later you got the hang of it with the help of atsumu. the rest of the night was fun and long. you talked with a lot of sports people who you either knew or didn’t.

and atsumu lost rookie of the year to hinata, but you both cheered for him like you were his number 1 fans.

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

Yandere Brotherhood (X men Evolution) and preteen fem reader who has Prehensile Hair and can talk to animals and is being fostered by Mystic.

Oooo, yes, more Brotherhood! I can do that, but I keep the Reader gender-neutral, or as the Reader's gender (which means for each Reader, it is whatever they are). Cool mutation idea! Let's try this out:

Your new guardian was pretty weird.

Not just because she was a mutant and a principal (and maybe evil?).

She had other kids at the Brotherhood home, and so far-

There wasn't anyone your age.

Your powers were pretty cool, with prehensile hair, in the shape of tentacles, that curled and grew long, wriggling when you were uncomfortable or curious. Your other power was even cooler, being able to talk with animals, and have them understand you.

It meant you made a lot of friends amongst the natural world...

But it also meant you earned quite the interest from the older teens.

You're looking at a little frog, who's wandered close by after the rain, and are approached by Toad, or Todd, as you try to call him.

"Yo, little teen, what's up?" he asks, squatting next to you in the grass. His tongue flicks out for a second, snatching a mosquito.

"Nothing much. Ribbit-Croak-Plip-The-Third here says he's never seen an amphibian as big as you. Yeah, I know, little guy, he pretty cool. Did ya want to say hi?" You pick the frog up, gently holding it so it can look at Todd. "See? He's kinda like you!"

"It- he... can understand you? And you understand him?" Toad asks, scratching at his hair.

"Yep! And he says he would like to be your friend!"

"That's... That's pretty cool. You're cool, little frog man," he replies, and taps his knuckle against the frog.

"He said you're cool... Okay! Ribbit-Croak-Plip says you're cool, too, and that he knows where some good worms are. If you want, he can show you," you translate.

And that's how you helped Toad and your frog friend make a new friend.

Lance and Fred learn you can lift things with your hair- tentacles- hair-tacles, when you're trying to cook dinner one night.

Two thick strands hold up the mixing bowl as three thinner ones add in herbs, milk, and creamy chicken soup. A few longer pieces are setting up the pan with rice, while the rest dice up the chicken meat. It's busy, enough so that you don't notice them come in right away.

"And that's what Toad said he heard from- Woah! Your hair's moving!" Fred exclaims, and you turn to look at him, as well as Lance, who'd he been talking with. You wave at them, as well as one your hair-tacles.

Lance's face turns pale, then a little green. "I... um. I think I might need to sit down a minute," he mumbles, plopping down into a chair by the chipped table. Fred only comes closer, looking at them and the ingredients.

"Whatcha cooking?"

"Chicken and rice casserole."

"Does it taste good?"

"Mhm..."

"... May I touch one of your... thing-a-ma-jigs?"

"Sure," you say, turning back to the bowl, now being filled with the diced chicken, the now-free strands opening up the oven as you pour the mixture into the pan. You feel a light touch on one of the tentacles, gentle and shaking. With a quick curl, it bumps the hand. "Boom, hair bump," you chirp, adding in some rice and stirring it into the mix, and once it's settled in the pan, you pop it into the oven.

"So... it's not snakes?" Lance asks weakly.

"No... It's like a little octopus," Fred says in quiet awe, bopping another one with a finger, earning a small bop back.

"Oh... So... An Ursula version of Medusa?" Lance says, then looks at the nearest tentacle. It boops him on the nose, then ruffles his hair. "Hey, leave the hair alone!" That only gets a giggle out of you as you wait for the casserole to cook.

Pietro isn't much issue, and neither is Wanda, both accepting g it without much problem, especially once you gift them a kitten, one who happily purrs the moment you plop it into their hands.

"This is Potter, they love people, they're an orphan, and they saw you, Wanda, and wanted to know if she needed a mouse catcher and loyal guardian. They also saw Pietro and said he'd like to nap on him, that he vibrated and so he must purr so much and be happy," you babble, stroking its small head with slow ministrations.

"... I will guard them with my life," Wanda says firmly, petting the kitten as it only purrs louder.

"... And I guess we could use a mouser. But it's not sleeping with me!" Pietro mutters.

(The kitten ended up sleeping with him, and would do so every night after, never being kicked out no matter how much Pietro acted mad) (He wasn't, the kitten, Potter, said it was cooed over and cuddled and given so many kisses that they couldn't help but give the purring mutant and the powerful guardian all the kisses it could give)

Mystique didn't cause as much mischief when you were part of a mission, but that didn't stop her from setting you up in odd situations.

"Why do I have to pretend to be your child?" you asked, looking up at the currently-disguised mutant.

"Because, my dear, it is imperative we catch Xavier while his guard is down," she practically purrs, then pulls you into a hug. "Now, let's try to get closer; I think I see our opening."

The two of you walked around the park, enjoying the pond and nature around you, even getting ice cream together. It was the perfect act, enough to let you two spy on the X-Men's older leader/guardian (it wasn't an act for Mystique, she just wanted to spend time with you and show you off to Charles).

It was pretty nice, overall, being with the Brotherhood.

You just had to keep away from the X-Teens, or otherwise you ended up grounded.

[anameistoohard]

Hiii,

I was wondering how a system works in terms of identity?

Thank you very much 😊

I think to start, we need to ask "What makes an identity?"

I think an identity is the culmination of all the things that influence your sense of self. When people ask "Who are you?" or "What are you?" how do you answer?

Most people give a list of traits and interests.

I'm an artist

I'm a woman, specifically a trans woman

I'm autistic

I'm a night owl

I have a special interest in swords

I love to bake but hate to cook

I'm a bit over weight

I love playing Fortnite with my sibling

I'm very quiet but if you can get me talking I don't stop (foreshadowing! yippee! :p)

This is maybe a bit surface level and far from all encompassing, but these are all things that to some degree or other shape how I think of myself. But this is all just me, Taylor. This is how I think of myself. (And just because I do something, doesn't make it part of my identity. Like, I play video games, but I wouldn't consider myself a gamer.)

Our other headmates wont give the same answers as me. Different things shape how they see themselves. Different things hold value to them. Some of those things even directly contradict my identity, like "I am a man" or "I hate going to bed late".

We're not always 100% separate from each other though. Sometimes our senses of self blend together and cause a lot of confusion. Like "Am I a man or a woman? Maybe I'm enby??" or "I thought I hate this food, why do I suddenly like it?" Until we separate again and realize "Oh [headmate] was here, that's why I was feeling like that."

Gender is a bit of a special case. So many clashing identities means we need to be very careful with how we treat/what we do with our body. It would really suck if making it more comfortable for some made others hate living in it.

Also, some of us feel so deeply detached from the body, never fronting or anything, that it has almost no influence on how they perceive themselves. We all have a way we present in headspace that influences how we perceive ourselves (me and my pink hair for example), but for them it's ten fold. Sorta "This isn't my body, I'm just living in it." type thing.

Gosh these asks always end up feeling super rambly. Like, I have the ideas there, I just don't know if I was able to translate them into sentences ya know?

-Taylor (she/her)

[rainbow-crane]

What's the canon FTE theory, explain it in full detail, rant, ramble!!! :0

okay so basically canon FTE theory is the theory that all FTEs have a spot in the canon that takes place over the course of Trigger Happy Havoc to some capacity, whether they happen with Makoto or not. Each character has specific characters they speak to in order for these FTEs to carry out as well, aligning with the events of the game.

For example, Toko's FTEs would canonically be carried out with Makoto, as immediately after maxing out the Toko FTEs you "lose" a potential FTE slot to Toko approaching Makoto specifically to wingman for her with Byakuya, even going so far as to say that she hopes Makoto will know the feeling of being in love one day, something exceedingly out of character for her at this point in time unless there's been an active effort to get to know her.

Another good example of this would be Sakura's FTEs, which would almost definitely be carried out with Hina. Her FTEs consist of her slowly opening up about the history of her martial arts training and eventually talking about her relationship with Kenshiro, all stuff that would be shared with an extremely close friend. And considering that not only do we know for a fact Hina and Sakura spend a lot of one-on-one time together during the game, they also canonically have entire sleepovers and Sakura admits to having considered admitting being the traitor to Hina in chapter 4.

Mondo's FTEs were most likely spent with Taka, during and after the sauna incident. Though to be honest, his first one probably could've happened even before then. The idea of Taka panicking at the idea of getting on a delinquent's motorcycle and Mondo fucking with him a little bit fits their dynamic pre-sauna.

I'm pretty sure Sayaka's, Toko's, Kyoko's, Jack's and Byakuya's all happen through Makoto. I'm still debating on some of the placements for the others, but I'm fairly confident a good few (Chihiro, Sakura, Hiro) happen through Hina specifically. Mukuro's are the only FTEs that likely don't happen at all, but that's purely because we know for a fact they happen in DR: IF and are only completable in school mode anyway.

Obviously I don't think they all translate over 1:1 but I think the major points of the FTEs are likely things the characters would've expressed to the people they felt closer to. Like, did Celeste yap to Hifumi about the magic of luck they both had? No, because Makoto is the one who's got the title Ultimate Lucky Student. Do I think she'd let him exist around her long enough to earn his undying loyalties and falsely declare him C Class? Absolutely. That's basically the idea of FTE theory; not a perfect translation, but the FTEs exist to give us an idea of what's happening in the characters' heads we as an audience wouldn't get to see ourselves. I'll list who I think goes with who for reference

Sayaka- Makoto

Mukuro- DR IF

Leon- Mondo

Chihiro- Hina

Mondo- Taka

Taka- Hina

Hifumi- Alter Ego

Celeste- Hifumi

Sakura- Hina

Hiro- Hina

Hina- Sakura

Toko- Makoto

Jack- Makoto

Kyoko- Makoto

Byakuya- Makoto

A lot of them are kind of just "when in doubt, it's probably Hina" bc Hina is just so cool like that

I still need to do the proper math bc there are 19 FTE slots in Trigger Happy Havoc. I'm 100% confident on the ones that happen with Makoto bc I've tested the numbers but not so sure on the others; a lot of variables to consider with some characters not being available at some points and some being limited due to. ya know. Dying

[pluttskutt]

Writeblr Interview

thanks @tildeathiwillwrite for the tag!

Short stories, novels, or poems?

I naturally write novels. It's not a flex, but it's the fact that the side plots I come up with go beyond what I imagined at the start so suddenly we're 100k in and the main conflict hasn't begun yet. Ha.

What genre do you prefer reading?

Depends! I read "All the Bright Places" and "Hearstopper" for research when writing my own teen love story and I enjoyed them both. Growing up, I was an avid fantasy devourer but ever since they went from children's book -> YA I lost interest.

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

I always start with a plot and MC's but what happens is kind of up to the characters in the way that they shape the story. I tend to have at least two points I want to hit (a secret comes out, A meets E that will be important later etc) but how I get there is up to the characters.

I'm not a slave to them, but they drive the story forward but how they interact. An impatient character may break into a place, certain of their cause, only for it to be the wrong place, which would be a different story than one who waits and breaks into the right place.

Both are valid and will lead to them being chased by the law, but one fits the character and the other doesn't.

What music do you listen to while writing?

I have character and WIP playlists on Spotify that I listen to. If I'm writing something new that I'm unsure about I use YouTube to search for ambiance to help me picture the scene.

Favorite books/movies?

"All the Bright Places" was so good it made it to my favourites. There's a Swedish book series I read when I was younger that was called "(the) Circle" (translated) about witches I enjoyed a lot as a teen.

When it comes to movies I tend to enjoy the ones where music plays a big part like Disney musicals, the Greatest Showman, Shrek, Wonder Woman.

Any current WIPs?

Yes! A lot! I talk briefly about them in my pinned post.

Create a character description of yourself:

No thank you.

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

In a way. I draw inspiration from those around me when creating certain characters. One time, I just took a name from my then-BFF onto the MC's BFF to make me think of our relationship so the character's would feel like real BFF's.

Are you kill happy with your characters?

Not happy but "meh" about it. There are times when the plot has them die. They are nothing but puppets. and I am their master.

Coffee or Tea while writing?

Neither. I drink water.

Slow or fast writer?

Slow. I set the mood with music, play Solitaire when I'm not sure how to proceed, and delete a lot of what I write before I'm satisfied. I've deleted 3k long scenes before.

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

I don't know! Everything! Mermaids are beautiful with long hair, but I'd also love to be a dryad and run through the woods jumping over obstacles since I can barely walk now, and I'd love to ride a gryphon.

I think I'd be an elf who goes on adventures and gets to experience all of it. I'd even be the champion if It meant no brain damage.

Most fav book cliche:

I don't know. I don't read a lot, ha. True love's kiss I guess.

Least favorite cliche:

Characters who hate each other with the guy being an absolute bully and the girl starts to like him ???

Favorite scene to write?

Emotional ones! Sad, lethargic, happy, etc. Like a doom scene where everything goes wrong and the surviving characters are left with emptyness and the betrayal of one they considered a friend who caused it.

Character A holding onto B in desperation as B dangles over a black hole, both knowing B won't survive.

A species that has lived underground for generations sends someone up to test if the surface is okay every now and then. Now that they do, this one comes face to face with a beast known only in books.

Scenes like that.

Reason for writing?

Easiest way to get the characters out my head. I couldn't ever get the hang of drawing as a child, so writing it was. Also, comments on Ao3 are the only proof I have of being good at anything.

I leave this as an open tag for anyone wanting to do it!

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

This got longer than I expected I'm so sorry

The reason why mcu is not the same as comics is not usually because they are trying to be creative

One of the reasons is money (shocking I know) for example civil war In movies was just a fight between 12 people while in the comics there were more characters involved which made the fights much more crazy. In movies they took both hulk and thor out of the way. They didn't even wanted to cast rdj because he was an "expensive actor"

marvel comics were a thing since 40s Mcu has only been around since 2008. I'm gonna go with civil war as example again. The surprising part of that story in comics involved Peter. He always been so careful with his secret identity but when he takes Tony's side he reveals it in front of cameras and the consequences was that aunt may almost dies. In mcu civil war we've JUST met Peter so instead they held that storyline and used it when it was more convenient for them (in nwh). another example is Tony's origin story changing from Vietnam war

Third one is the lack of some characters in mcu. wandavision for example was based of house of M comics But the mutants are a big part of that story so they had to change a lot of things in that show to make it work in mcu

Another thing is that mcu doesn't have or had the right to some of the characters so like when they couldn't make a planet hulk movie they took that storyline and put it in thor ragnorak. two birds one stone

I'm gonna give mcu some credits tho because some of these changes were so smart and some times made the movie much more better than it comics version like what they did with thanos motives in infinity war

but still anthony mackie is really not wrong. In fact when he says "marvel is such a space of controlled entertainment" he is so fucking correct

The first ever mcu movie didn't had a full script but in no universe I can imagine marvel doing that ever again

They don't give actors and directors that much freedom. they seem to just make this movie for this next big movie.

Marvel being all connected was one of the reasons I liked it so much but know it seems to become a problem

I feel ya. It's only normal that they need to alter certain stories and characters, but this insane scrutiny is so over the top. Hell, I still remember The Marvels' director saying her movie turned out to be more Feige's than hers.

I'd argue in the past, that "connected universe" only enriched the stories. But that's because they left that "connection" to the post-credits or maybe a scene or two, it was never part of the story. They don't do that anymore. Now that connection IS the movie and they want us to get attached to characters we don't know just because we are told (not shown) that they're better than the old ones (why does it have to be a competition?).

I miss stories like when Stephen defeats Dormammu by losing and losing and losing until he annoys the hell out of him. I miss scenes like the ones we have in TDW (the Asgard ones) that are so heavy on the characterization that they give up on shiny battles, choosing to have characters just talk to each other instead. I miss honest talks like Steve's or Clint's to Wanda in AoU or the vulnerability of Quill...

They can't translate comic books to the screen, I get that. It's like movies based on regular books, you know you're not gonna get a page-by-page recreation, but it doesn't matter as long as the story is interesting, as long as it says something. Mackie says it pretty well, they're overly controlled by the execs and those are mostly business men who only see numbers and money but have no clue about art.

[happyk44]

What abilities will the demigod children of Zagreus have?

My interpretation of Zagreus is a god of rebirth/life, hunting, and blood (unrelated to the game, but it certainly helped propel that interpretation 😂😂). The hunting part comes from how you translate his name. While rebirth is obviously a play on the fact that he's associated with being the initial version of Dionysus, later reborn as Dionysus to Zeus and Semele after being dismembered by Titans via the Orphic myths - life, ofc, is synonymous with rebirth in this way and blood is a both a crucial part of life and hunting - it is what flows through veins to keep people alive and it is what spills across the ground with a single shot, what is stripped and cleaned out of corpses to prepare them for the grave, to prepare meat for the cook.

This also ensures a small connection to death (as you can't be reborn if you're not dead), which tucks him up neatly next to his sisters (Macaria being the goddess of blessed death, and Melinoe being the goddess of ghosts). Life and rebirth also slides him up next to his mom - life and nature being similar in a way, rebirth being similar to the renewal of the earth each spring/summer.

So there's that for my thoughts on his whole thing. I also headcanon Zagreus to be a big fan of snakes - no real reason, tbh, I just liked the idea of him and Hermes arguing about snakes whenever Hermes was sleeping downstairs.

Also, for reasons, I headcanon most of Zagreus's kids are not born naturally. They're generally created from his blood and someone else's. However, like his sisters, he doesn't have a lot of kids. He's very attached to Menoetes, the underworld cattleman and his long-term boyfriend who he's been into pretty much since he was born, so he doesn't date much.

Anyway -- the kidlings' powers!

Conjuring blood - I headcanon that Zagreus "leaks" blood when he's feeling wildly emotional, so his kids can do the same with their sweat and tears. It's not the most powerful/useful power but it is something ya know?

Controling blood - bloodbending basically

Flower/plant powers - from their grandma

Seeing and manipulating souls, both living and dead

Resurrection/necromancy, except in a much more pure way than just the typical zombies you may see from their aunts and uncles on Hades' side - they can revive the actual soul and tether it permanently back to life, without having to steal life from other areas. However, this costs them A LOT of energy to do and, if they're not as strong or well trained, could kill them

Enhanced tracking - basically they can track whatever they want (has to be a living thing) via the vaguest of scents or footprints, no matter how old. They have to have a starting point though, and they must have some level of awareness of who or what they're tracking. They can't just be like "I wanna track whoever is holding X quest required object" and then go off and find that person

Weakness analysis - can identity the weaknesses of their "prey" (has to be a living thing, animals or monsters are easiest)

Stealth - they are inherently stealthy, especially when locked in on the hunt. They make very little noise and can be virtually unnoticeable so long as the other person doesn't know they're there. However, the limits of this is that they can't skate past obvious announcements of their presence, like knocking something over or getting caught in a spotlight. They can creep up on someone very easily, but they actually have to creep up on them. People with more heightened senses or who are hypervigilant will be more likely to catch them

Darkness/shadow powers - from their grandpa

There's probably a lot more potential - especially with the hunting powers - but, alas, I am blanking and the superpowers wiki is not loading rn lol

[blemiria]

that one line in lone trail

hello welcome to "she promised she was gonna go tl some fic but then got sidetracked thinking about lonetrail again and is now here" I want to go ahead and do a more comprehensive post talking about the three's relationship in detail with what happened in lone trail but uhh

I don't have that kind of time to reread it because I forgot which stories contain the parts that I need lol. So without further ado, lets spoil CW-ST-4

The title is "Pushing open future's door" and serves as the epilogue of lonetrail. Unlike most events, lonetrail actually has two post mission stories! CW-ST-3 is unlocked after CW-10 so you know this event is insanely long (iirc this is around the same character count as chapter 8, which is insane. This event is gonna be a monster to read through when it comes to global, I look forward to seeing what translation decisions they make so I have stuff to talk about haha). Also we get to see a hint at a professional relationship between Nastja(no I am not calling her nasti/nasty, I'm fairly certain they were going with a Russian name and Nastja was the closest)

Most of this epilogue is centered around Kirsten, now alone having won in her ideals and preparing to go to sleep. It's a very touching moment where her electronic system goes through her entire ship shutting off each room one by one, until she is left in her room where she is going to hibernate, given a couple minutes before that room will activate she records a log.

It's relatively simple, probably the most direct we will get from her talking about her philosophy and thoughts on society, wanting people to understand themselves, others, society, and where they are in the universe in order to determine how they should move on.

In the last minute she goes a bit more personal which is really what I care about. She comments on how the plants are still alive to her surprise, and laments being unable to give Muelsyse the data on them. It's a nice touch! She stayed with control, helping her the entire way, and it's clear that Kirsten means a lot to Muelsyse too given how close they were in the past between all three of them.

The very last things she says are directly to Saria.

In Kirsten's whole life, there were only two times where she felt truly alive. The first time, Saria, was when I took you back home, and on that hill I told you the start of everything. The second time, is now, when I have completed my parent's dreams. The seeds of what happens next, is only the beginning. On a clear night, find an open field and set up a telescope, there will be a star in the sky twinkling for you.

Then, goodnight, the sirs and madams of Terra.

goodnight, universe.

yeah just stab me will ya. I don't think there is any really other way to read this other than a goodbye letter to Saria, one that she will tragically never really get to hear (I think?). The long relationship they shared, the last line about the star twinkling for her is just so strong of an indication of just how deep they were intertwined together.

Actually, lets spoil CW-10 end too, just to see how even after Saria left Kirsten knew she could rely on Saria in the ways that it counted:

Saria... You always wanted me to take a good, clear look at this vast land. I saw it. It is also...very beautiful. You will take care of it and nurture it's people in my stead. I always knew this. Same as before, same as always. As for me... I was not really the type to lead people forward step by step. I was just a pair of eyes. A pair... to look up at the deep space in place of the people of these lands

It's probably the only way she knew how to move forward into the future, especially after she met Friston and had those conversations. Funnily enough after seeing the same kind of behaviour in some of the tech circles I am in... This kind of "I don't think I'm suited for leadership yet here I am" problem is real, and quite prevalent amongst the science types who just want to do their thing unfortunately. It's shocking almost how well this trope was written for Kirsten though I feel like I'm staring at a picture of some people I know of irl who are in the same situation.

Kills me how close Kirsten puts those in her heart yet keeps them pretty far away at the same time tbh

[taiyaki-translations]

Intelligence - Disclosure 5

Season: Spring Characters: Yuzuru, Kaoru, Shu, Kuro, Mao, Kanata, Jun, Tori Translator: taiyaki-translations ENG Proofreader: verdantcrimson (Yuzuru, Kuro), raspberrytls (Shu), sunnyskiestls (Kanata)

Yuzuru: Excuse me, Isara-sama.

I apologize for showing up so abruptly. Is Sena-sama here?

Kaoru: We’d like to ask him a few questions—

Kuro: Why don’t ya just apologize, Itsuki?

Shu: And why should I, when it was Sena's fault to begin with? I refuse to leave this closet until he apologizes first!

Kaoru: Oh? Looks like we entered a scene of chaos…?

Mao: Ahaha… Maybe it’s a bit of a bad time?

Sena-senpai got into a fight with Itsuki-senpai just now and left~

Kanata: “Fighting” is no good, Shu~ People living in the same “room” should get along with each other ♪

Shu: Non! This is not a mere squabble, but rather a matter of thoroughly exercising one’s own autonomy!

Kanata, as one of the few people I call a friend, surely you understand me? Communal living requires rules of non-interference.

In which case, failure to file a complaint against Sena’s violations of such rules is nothing less than a failure of autonomy. And would that not be detrimental to Sena himself as well?

Kaoru: Um… What’s he saying? Can someone translate?

Kuro: Haha. You’re used to interpretin’ Sakuma, but it’s hard to do the same for Itsuki, yeah?

Y’know how Sena and Itsuki usually live overseas?

Paris and Florence or somethin’? Since they didn’t spend a lot of time together here, there usually aren’t many problems.

But this time, Itsuki was stayin’ up all night t’ sew, and Sena got angry, sayin’ he couldn’t get any sleep. So they got into an argument.

Mao: At first, we tried to mediate for them, you know~?

We got them to bury the hatchet for a bit (1), but earlier, Sena-senpai said his skin was getting rough from stress.

Itsuki-senpai took it as a passive aggressive dig at him and kicked Sena-senpai out.

Kuro: And that’s the gist of the Itsuki-nese(?), I think.

Jun: Hah… How do I put this, it’s a troublesome situation~...?

Shu: And what’s so troublesome about it?

Jun: Oh no no, I didn’t mean it like that…

But do you really need to go that far over a room dispute~?

Shu: That is the reason why I was doing my work in the closet. It was a concession on my end to prevent light from spilling out.

Well, it’s fine. I don’t have the slightest intention to make you understand.

If you have business with Sena, then go find him. He will not be back here for a while.

He said that the dorms haven’t been very safe lately, so he is probably staying with someone he knows.

Kaoru: “Haven’t been very safe”... Are you talking about those Mendako aliens?

Shu: Oh, so you know of them too? That’s correct, I’m referring to that strange costume Wataru was flaunting to me earlier.

Since he has a tendency to appear every night and do absurd things, I thought it was Wataru’s doing… Is there a problem?

Kanata: Actually, we were looking for the “identity” of the person inside the “costume”.

The mendako “costume” is currently under my “ownership”... 

I can’t imagine Wataru “borrowing” it without “permission”, though…?

Shu: I see. So you don’t think he is involved?

Good grief, whoever and wherever they are, they are certainly a nuisance.

It is because of them that we are receiving a visit from you now—as a result, my sewing time has been cut down considerably.

Is this bad karma? How wretched.

Kaoru: Right~ We also feel like this little thing has ballooned into something huge.

Mao: I agree. It feels like an urban legend.

It started off as a small commotion, but as the rumors took off, the Mendako aliens turned into these scary monsters…

…Though my info’s kinda biased. It’s like the stuff Makoto told me about when he got really into those internet ghost stories, y’know~?

Kanata: It’s “supernatural”, right? Is that a “good” way of putting it~?

Souma often told me about it. Something like a “youkai” (2)?

Kaoru: Ahaha. It’s kinda unexpected that you know about urban legends and supernatural phenomena, Kanata-kun.

Anyway, since I’ve stuck my neck in this far, I’ll have to stick around until the end, huh?

I’ll try to contact Senacchi myself. I’ll let everyone know as soon as I hear back from him.

<At night, the same day>

Yuzuru: (...Phew. Today was quite hectic.)

(A mysterious group of costumed individuals have been appearing in Starmony Dorms…)

(When I went to Kaoru-sama’s live house in order to learn about management, I never expected events to spiral like this.)

(In the end, we found out that Sena-sama is staying at a nearby hotel, so investigations had to be postponed until tomorrow.)

(Even if it is not a big issue, the unsettling situation continues.)

Tori: Ah, it’s Yuzuru~ You’re back already?

Yuzuru: Welcome back, young master.

You returned early today. Are things progressing well with “ATLANTIS”?

Tori: Of course! I’m itching to tell you all the details, Yuzuru~♪

Ah, could I talk to you for a bit? …No, maybe I wanna announce it all together at the end instead!

Yuzuru: (Ah, I want to protect this smile…♪)

(We must clarify the matter behind the Mendako aliens soon so that we may restore peace to the dorms.)

(While this concern may be unfounded… If the young master, who is a scaredy-cat, were to come across these aliens, he might not be able to do work for a while.)

(I must do what I can to prevent that scenario.)

Translation Notes: 1. Literally “to sheathe one’s blade” 2. Youkai (妖怪) lit. “strange apparition” - supernatural entities and spirits that appear in Japanese folklore.

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[hellhound5925]

Alrighty, so as I have mentioned before, I am switching gears to write a Mandalorian fic. I have finished what I’m calling the Prologue for now (idk if I really like that) but its a little story from a time before the actual fic itself takes place. I hope you enjoy! There will be plenty more Din/Raven where this came from and don’t worry I’ll still write for Hunter from time to time!

Welcome to,

Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior* The Mandalorian Edition (I know, I know, I’m not original but I suck at titles)

Prologue - The Encounter

Summary:

This is setting up a little backstory for the beginning of my new fic. There will be fun mood boards for each chapter created my both myself and my wonder friend @lune-de-miel-au-paradis who is hella talented! (Thanks girl 💖) I hope you enjoy and be on the look out for Chapters going forward! If this is something you would like to be tagged in please drop a comment, send me an ask, send a message, whatever fits your fancy 😊 I promise I’ll shut up and we get right to it!

Warnings:

Always gunna put 18+, violence and thats bout it for now. Smut will be in the actually fic itself but I’ll post the warning accordingly. Also, If I miss something I’m sorry, I’m not very good at warnings 😅 There will be Mando’a but ya girl always provides a translation so have no fear.

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The entire time I've been looking for this bounty, someone else is a few steps behind me. How do I know? Well I backtracked and paid a bar keep to get ahold of me with any information about someone asking about the individual I had. The Twi-Lek contacted me only hours later with a description. She sounded worried but not for me when she said "All I know is he looked just like you." Two Mandalorians hunting the same bounty? Strange but not completely out of the ordinary. I mean a lot of our people resorted to bounty hunting, with our skill sets and love for getting into fights makes us the best at the job. I decided I would make my way back and tail him for a bit, seeing if he took the bait. Thanks to my cunning wit he did.

    This must be the one the barkeep was talking about - I think to myself. A Mandalorian man walks a few paces ahead of me covered in mismatched pieces of armor topped off with a shiny chrome helmet. I chuckle to myself, knowing that because of my cloak he won't know who or what I am. He stops momentarily like he's aware of my presence but little does he know, I'm a master of hiding in the shadows. Spinning around on his heel he walks my direction, hand hovering over his side arm. I take the opportunity to slip further into the dark, down an alley. He stops in almost the exact spot I was only moments ago. Now that he's closer I can now get a good look at his stature, he's taller than me and definitely more muscular.

    His shiny helmeted head slowly looks my way down the alley - so he's smart...I'll give him that. Taking a few cautious steps, he makes his way towards me. I climb up onto the rooftop of the short building next to me. He should paint that armor, he sticks out like a Bantha in the ocean of sand on Tatooine. Smirking to myself I wait until he is directly below me before clearing my throat. He immediately looks up, drawing his blaster taking a shot at me. Crossing both vambraces in front of me, the bolt pings off my armor, breaking the cold dark silence of the night with a loud crack.

    As if time stood still, I jump down in front of him and one hand connects with the elbow of his outstretched arm causing it to bend, pointing his blaster away from me. Using my other hand, I free the blaster from his grip sending it somewhere into the shadows. He counters with a left hook which passes over my head as I duck, rolling back into the shadows. He loses track of me and frantically spins around preparing for my next move.

    I slink around him in the darkness just out of his view, like a predator circling its prey. He reaches up in a slow careful movement, for his vambrace likely to change the setting on his HUD - I would do the same. To stop him, I crouch and in one swift movement of my foot I catch his ankle, pulling hard, and sending him to the ground face first with a grunt. Standing to my full height, I can't help the chuckle that escapes watching the large man hit the ground by my hand...or foot.

    His head snaps in my direction and I'm immediately full of regret. Using his whip cord, he grabs my leg pulling me flat on my back into the light. I hit the ground so hard it knocked the wind out of me. Next thing I know, he's standing over me staring down at me through his visor. His body language shifts and I realize why, my hood fell while I was being pulled to the ground exposing my helmeted head. Slamming my fist and throwing my head back on the ground, a string of curses in Mando'a leave my lips. When I pick my head back up, he is still standing there staring down at me, the T-snapped visor is almost menacing at this angle.

"You could at least help a girl up" my sassy tone, exaggerated by my helmets modulator.

    He offers me a hand, I take it and he pulls me to my feet.

"I'm sorry if I had known—"

"You weren't supposed to" I cut him off, my tone annoyed "Kinda the point of the hood." I'm not sure what annoys me more, his reaction or the fact he actually got one over on me. I brush myself off and straighten out my Kama. Looking up, I realize he is watching my every move.

I break the silence, getting right to the point "So you've been tracking me? Or my bounty at least. Why?"

"Quite honestly, I didn't know I was tracking you. You cover your tracks well." He compliments me and for a moment my pride swells. I didn't work this hard to become the expert I am just to have some di'kut (fool) ruin it. He pulls out a bounty puck from his pocket, showing it to me. It displays the face of the same man I'm hunting.

"Well I hate to break it to you, but I was here first." I say, poking him square in the chest plate. Now with how close we are and standing still, I can see how worn his armor is. It probably belonged to a family member of his or something. Although with the shiny shoulder pauldron and helmet, it makes me wonder if he's a foundling. They often use whatever armor they can find or are given until they can make their own. These days however, beskar is quite difficult to come by.

His voice pulls me from my thoughts, "How about we work together. Share the profits?"

I immediately scoff, crossing my arms over my chest and shifting my weight to one leg. "I don't think so. I work alone. Plus I'd be taking a pay cut."

"Your loss" He says monotone before turning to pick his blaster up before walking away.

    I'm taken aback by his comment. Does he really think he's better than me? One of my biggest downfalls is people doubting me just because I'm a woman.

"You know...the last man to doubt me ended up with a broken nose and stitches."

He continues walking as if he didn't hear me, but I know he did. "Te jatne beroya kelir parjir (may the best bounty hunter win)" I whisper under my breath. Flipping my hood back over my head, I storm off in the opposite direction he went.

    Cursing to myself in my native tongue, I take a few moments to collect myself from the encounter and get back to work. Before the Twi-lek had gotten a hold of me about my tail, I had tracked the bounty to a small village a few kicks due north. It's quite a distance to walk but I really don't feel the need to take my ship there. Thankfully I've stashed my speeder bike on board, it makes for tight living quarters but it works I guess.

    Once I reach my ship, I give the bike a quick once over before dragging it down the ramp. Giving it a quick start, it seems to be running fine. I hop on and speed off towards the small down, in hopes my counterpart hasn't already caught on. Luckily for me, I paid the Twi-lek a little extra to send him astray.

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    By the time I make it to the village, the early morning sun is beginning to brighten the sky. The village also appears to be waking up which is perfect. A few people are milling around giving me strange looks and at first they are stand offish - which really is not a surprise to me...people seem to be afraid of Mandalorians. I approach an older woman who doesn't seem to be bothered by my presence.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you but I'm looking for someone and was wondering if you might help me?"

She doesn't stop what she's doing and speaks quietly, "Not here...follow me." She turns and heads between two of the small huts.

Leading me into a small hut that appears to be some kind of storage shed, she stops. "I figured it was better we talk here."

I cock my head at her. "The locals around here are uneasy about people asking questions. I think I know exactly who you are looking for. You see there have been mercenaries lurking around."

I don't move or say anything and she continues, "You look like a capable warrior....get rid of them." She must sense that I'm eyeing her.

"You must be wondering why I would trust some stranger...I've heard the stories about Mandalorians...it will be easy work for you and solve our problem."

I offer her a curt nod, "Where can I find them?"

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    Having followed the exact directions the old woman gave me which lead me to a camp just east of the village. I find a good scouting spot and perch myself at the top of a hill near some brush. Using my HUD's thermal scan, I get a read on how many are down there - 12...I've taken out worse...Leaving my perch, I walk towards their camp and they do exactly as I had expected. A group of 2 meet me at the road while 2 others stand guard.

"You lost?" One of them asks. I tilt my visor between the four of them, calculating my move depending on how this conversation goes.

"I asked you a question."

"I heard you" I sass.

Scoffing the man turns to the others laughing.

"Did I say something funny?" I snap, starting to lose my patience.

"This one seems to be a little slow" another one says, his tone mocking me.

"You've got quite the mouth on you, young lady" The first man says walking a circle around me checking out my armor.

I'd take him out right there but there's always a bigger fish. Not only that, he'll get what he deserves,

"No. I'm not lost. I'd like to speak to the one in charge, since it's clearly not you."

After he finishes his circle he stops in front of me with a disgusted look on his face, "Follow me." He leads me into the camp with the others trailing behind.

Stopping at the fire, and the man turns to me "Wait here." He disappears into their ship.

    Looking over my shoulder, I make a mental note of where the other 3 are standing behind me. As I look around more come out of the woodwork, coming to a grand total of 10 - someone's paranoid and rightfully so. Just then the man from earlier appears followed by 2 more - one wearing the face of the man on my puck.

"I hear you asked to speak with me" he says, voice booming through the camp.

"There's a bounty out for you. I'm here to collect" my tone is flat, this group seems like one that would get spurred on by irritation.

The bounty takes out a blade and starts walking towards me laughing "Darling..." He starts and drags the flat side of the blade across my chest, to my shoulder, and around my back.

"Wonder how much we could get for armor like that? What'd ya think boys?" There's a series of whoops and hollers.

He stops dragging the blade and leans in to whisper, "or maybe I'll just keep it as a trophy."

I smirk to myself, "Be careful what you wish for" venom dripping from my words.

Sliding my hands down towards my blasters, I get ready to draw them. Just as I'm about to, their leader takes the knife and puts it to my throat, getting in close, "I don't think so."

    Kneeing him in the crotch he drops to the ground in pain. Seconds after blaster fire begins to ping off my armor. I let out a low growl that sounded quite feral through my modulator. A few of the mercs begin to drop but not by my hand, blaster fire from an unknown source rings out through the air. The men in front of me look around in confusion and I take the opportunity to quickly restrain my bounty and knock him out. I then draw my blaster firing at the 3 closest to me and their bodies slump to the ground. Bending over I grab the blade - that was previously dragged across my armor - and send it flying through the air before burying itself into the chest of the man taunting me earlier.

    Getting both myself and my bounty to cover, I make mental note of the direction the blaster fire comes from. Once I figure out where they are, I pick the bounty up - who thankfully is a small human man - throwing him over my shoulder, and racing to my speeder. Putting as much distance between me and the sound of the fight behind me as fast as I can.

    Once I get there, I quickly throw him on before starting it up and jumping on myself. A blaster bolt flys over my head and a familiar modulated voice yells something that I can't quite hear over the speeder's engine. Annoyed, I whip my helmeted head around, to see the Mandalorian from last night running in my direction. With a smirk plastered on my face, I speed off towards my ship. Getting away with the bounty we both wanted.

"I guess we know who the better bounty hunter is."

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[olderthannetfic]

So I bought "This Is How You Lose the Time War" on impulse while I was buying a physical hardcover copy of my current comfort read. I thought lot's of buzzing and good vibes, why not? My sapphics are usually in graphic novel/manga form. My book reading had been cast into hell after highschool so I never actually got queer books for my sorry peter pan syndrome shelf.

And I should have researched because it's YA. Nothing wrong with that. Just means it's written to be basic. But, oh no, it's poetic YA. My brain is having so much trouble engaging. Every other sentence, there's a metaphor. Can't just write a scene. Granted not far into the book at all. 14 pages. This can switch up. But read this paragraph, I don't think it spoils anything of the book but if you want to avoid any type of excerpts at all: Warning I guess.

"...the only thing there for Blue to find is a jar labeled READ BY BUBBLING.

So she lingers by the MRI machine, musing as she does on the agonies of symmetry recording the water's randomness-- the magnetic bones settled like reading glasses on the thermodynamic face of the universe, registering each bloom and burst of molecule before it transforms. Once it translates the last of the water's heat into numbers, she takes the printout in her right hand and fits the key of it into the lock of the letter-strewn sheet in her left."

I get the scene. I understand what's happening. The actions. It's just a lot of words to say what you just said. What am I supposed to be imagining? Sapphics deserve a better introduction. If you like omnipresent basic poetic style in a sci-fi setting, maybe this is a book for you. Can be cute.

Note to self: Don't take book recs from random twitter user Bigolas Dickolas

-Signed Reading Slacker had to share woes

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I believe the word some people use is ~lyrical~ (with the sarcasm tildes).

I have been aggressively recced this book. I have not picked it up. Now you know why.

[tartigglez]

Diluc 💛?

Thank you so much!

"ten-twenty"

・❥・here ya go!

・❥・diluc x gn!reader, can be read as platonic up until the end

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・❥・ scary movie, diluc and reader are childhood best friends, food (popcorn), very tiny mention of bullying, crying, reader hides their emotions, depictions of anxiety (vis a vis the movie lmao), teeny kiss at the very end

diluc x 💛

the movie wasn’t supposed to be this scary, but here the protagonist was, being chased around her house by some sort of demon. you wouldn’t have expected this sort of thing to scare you normally, but the prosthetic makeup was so realistic. the dark environment of the movie theatre proved to enhance the atmosphere of this film a lot too, which wasn’t helping. you swore you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, a grim feeling which you wouldn’t want to expose to anyone sitting near you, especially not him.

when diluc invited you to go see the movie with him, how could you refuse? it had been weeks since either of you had had time to hang out with each other, and how can two people be best friends if they never see one another? what with your work taking up your life, and with dilucs bar taking over his, you just hadn’t had time to spend. 

he had been your best friend since childhood, always picking you up when you fell down, wiping your tears when you cried over boys, or bullies, or teachers. he was always there, he was stability itself. but it had been years, since you had been vulnerable around him. you always told yourself it was part of maturing, not to be so prone to emotional outbursts. to be more like him. and whilst he questioned it at first, he eventually accepted it.

but little did you know, he could see your hand shaking as you reached over to his lap for popcorn, grabbing a little handful as you tried to keep your grip. slowly munching it and trying to mask your fear. 

he looked at you, questioning what he saw. as he turned his head to you, you looked to him too, figuring he probably had something important to say if he was willing to talk during such a tense, loaded scene.

“are you okay?” shit, could he really sense it? could he tell all that easily how creeped out you were? 

“y-yeah, yeah, i’m fine!” you nervously giggled at him, whispering, until a jump scare appeared on the screen, which sent the popcorn which was previously in one of your hands flying. thankfully the cinema was relatively empty, so you didn’t have to worry about hitting someone in the eye with a kernel. 

“you're scared, aren't you?” his voice was suddenly soft, calming. it brought you back to all those years ago, when you cried against him when you were kids, thinking there was a monster under your bed, and he said that same thing.

“fine, maybe a little bit. but wouldn’t you be? i mean, look at that thing!” you whisper shouted at him, referencing the creepy creature on the screen.

“huh? ah, no, i’m not scared, but if you are…” he reached his hand out to you, spreading his fingers as an invitation for you to intertwine yours “you can hold my hand” 

the last time you held dilucs hand was six years ago, when the two of you climbed starsnatch cliff together, but you got scared of the height. instead of diluc laughing at you, he just held onto your hand, just as he was offering to now.

he waited for you to place your hand in his, before tightening his fingers around it, bringing both of your hands to rest on his lap. and although you didn't want to admit it, you could feel yourself becoming a little more at ease, just because he was there.

but this wasn’t a date, was it? 

was it?

perhaps him kissing the back of your palm would indicate that it was...

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