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3,4,15 for any member of team snakemouth!
...how about all three?
(for this ask game)
3. Obscure headcanon
For Kabbu, though we may have noted this before, we think that the North is quite firmly considered a patch of Deadland - and its inhabitants, as a result, tend to be very, very strange from the perspective of the rest of the world. For Kabbu, specifically, this means a variety of things, both biologically and culturally - though Northern beetles are a lot more common in Bugaria, deadlands in general come with a very high rate of mutation and a very high rate of death, and that means a high rate of superstition both in things that actively impact survival and in things that do not - as well as the simple fact that a constantly-changing set of genetics means that what a northern beetle is like is often very, very open to change.
Kabbu is an example of a burrower - a subspecies of sorts primarily identified by claws designed, very specifically, for digging. His claws grow into a sort of broad shovel shape and tend to be much sturdier than an equivalent beetle's - getting underground in moments in soft ground isn't really an exaggeration! Though he can dig through harder ground, it takes time and effort, and he can't go at it with the sheer speed of softer soil - technically, he could burrow through solid rock given enough time, but it would be both hard and extremely painful. It's a trait that's heavily prized in the North for its ability to create shelter and safety - beetles dominate the North's underground, and there's nothing that can really pose a threat to them. Tunnels are safety, and it really surprises and disorients him when things underground attack him, because back home that just kind of doesn't happen unless it's Another Beetle specifically targeting you.
In terms of more social things, he has a lot of trouble getting used to the concept of mimics. This is mostly due to the fact that mimics as a whole don't really... exist in the north, at least not in the means of gaining benefit from mimicking anything else. If you can talk to them as any other awakened bug, they're usually exactly what they say they are, and species mimicking normal geological features and plants haven't found any success, unless you're willing to get extremely generous with describing the snow-bank camouflage of a Northern Silk Moth's topcoat.
Though sand wasps or "white bees" still exist, the thing they're mimicking no longer exists in the same area. Any Hive that once was in the North is long dead, overly-large groups of bugs tend to die out quickly thanks to the handful of large predators that may decide the benefits outweigh the consequences when enough tasty beetles gather in the same place, and when the enemy you're dealing with is both too heavily armoured to be really deterred by most weaponry and capable and intelligent enough to stalk your group through the snow until the cost outweighs the benefit of eating you... well, the sort of small groups generally sent to start a new colony of social bugs really don't stand a chance.
It is, occasionally, very hard to get used to the fact that southern silk moths only grow a few heads taller than him. He's used to them presenting a lot more of a threat.
For Leif... we think he's completely, 100% blind. His eyes are frozen over due to quirk of his biology - the thing about his integration that makes him a failure, specifically. With any of the Snakemouth cordyceps, they do not naturally transfer the immunity to their own magic that any other variety of mage would have, and so need to alter their hosts in order to get the appropriate biology across. With Leif, that protection is not sufficient to protect the host, much less to preserve valuable organs - eyes, especially, are fragile, after all. The cold he naturally generates exceeds the host adaptations he provides, resulting in, even beyond the blindness, unusually brittle chitin, extremely stiff and easy-to-damage tissue, organic food processing efficiency appropriate for a bug currently freezing to death...
Well, you get the idea. Functionally, if alive, a host body would be in a state of perpetual hypothermia, prone to breaking down over time and needing persistent repair that his strain of cordyceps cannot provide, as any repair he could offer that's not within his host's natural healing capabilities requires manually breaking down and reconstructing any parts, which... is inconvenient at best. As he is, he gets around most of these issues by simply replacing his host body's soft tissue with cordyceps, but that has its own issues, mainly in making him look and move incredibly uncanny. Injuries take a very long time to repair, relatively, though the less tissue damage is done the easier it is to fix - being cleanly sliced in two, for example, might be easier to handle than any sort of crushing damage. As far as his eyes go... eyes of any sort are delicate, and the slightest damage can permanently blind someone. Any of Snakemouth Den's cordyceps tend to go blind anyways as the fungus burrows into ocular nerves - if anything, this is better for hiding, since the frost over his eyeballs conceals any mycelium in the eyes themselves. In theory, it can be repaired... in practice, it would be far too much of a pain for work that will be undone the moment he overtaxes his ice magic again.
...also, he doesn't really care. Sight is not the most important sense a moth has and his scent and ability to sense pheromones is fine, along with a general sensitivity to things like vibrations in the air. More than fine, even, since he's now kind of hybridized with both Ant and Bee and the number of pheromones he's sensitive enough to sense has shot through the roof. This on top of the "magic sense" he has means he has absolutely no trouble getting around, though reading books requires more or less sticking an antenna or fungal tendril over them and parsing out where the ink is by scent and texture. He full-on didn't notice he was blind until after the cordyceps reveal.
For Vi, while this might be one we've mentioned before, we headcanon that she's got a bit of minor mutation throwing her antenna... maybe 2% more towards a non-social relative, which gears her just slightly more towards being able to detect "foreign" scents - predators, prey, and any pollen or nectar in the area. Unfortunately, this slight shift in what scents she's made to pick up comes with a reduced sensitivity to pheromones and pheromone communication within the hive, along with loss of the general innate understanding that an average bee would have of how she's meant to "fit in" to a structure that utterly cripples her communication and social life in the hive.
It's minor enough of a mutation that she's never been flagged - she's a mutation of a social bee, not a normal variant of a solitary - but she smells weird, and she doesn't pick up on pheromones quite enough, and the variation in signals she puts off means that she both fails the communication to get across what she might need and fumbles the communication conveyed back to her about what she should do. Subtle things build up over time, and within the Hive, the negatives far outweigh the benefits - the Hive is only built with bees that fit to a standard in mind, and even minor deviations can get you dragged far, far behind.
This is getting very long so, uhh. Here's a cut. Everything else is below it. We enjoy getting very long-winded. There's a lot in here.
15. Worst thing they’ve ever done
Well, this one will depend on if it's "in general" or "by their standards". Putting any sort of objective moral judgement on just about anything is ridiculously difficult, especially with how values vary by culture or individual.
There is no such thing as objective worst, and we absolutely don't guarantee these would line up with your idea of worse, and so we'll offer two options here - what we believe they would think of first if posed with the question, and an alternative answer that would likely crop up.
For Kabbu, his own response would be easy - abandoning his teammates to The Beast. It haunts him to this day - really, what sort of beetle abandons their swarm to a fate like that? If he was a little faster, a little braver, a little less of a coward - but no. He abandoned those he was meant to care most for, and they died because of it.
For the other...
There are some things that are necessary, to survive somewhere as harsh as the Deadlands. Not everyone can be saved. Not everything can be helped. Not everyone can be taken in. Tradition and law is the heart and soul of the North - rules that everyone must comply to, if not for the sake of themselves, than for the sake of those they may interact with. To break a law, for any reason, is to be shunned by the community, most likely to your eventual death.
She broke a law. It could have been for understandable reasons, or not - it doesn't matter. She put the community at risk, and for that, she couldn't stay. She was put out in the cold, despite her pleading to the contrary. She was allowed to beg and plead and bang on the door, and yet, it meant nothing. The beast she would have lead to them caught up, eventually. He would still believe it was justified.
For Leif, his first response would be... exactly what you expect of him, really. The body he took without a care. The life he stole. He might vary on whether it's the action of stealing it or the lies he's told with that body, but the answer would be the same.
For the one he wouldn't think of... He could have spoken up. He didn't. He met their eye, slated for execution on crimes that he could parlay them on if he implicated himself, and he said nothing.
The look on their face still haunts him sometimes. It hurts more now that he's two, rather than one. It's what was needed to protect his family.
For Vi... a fault in a machine. The instructions were boring, and confusing, and hard to read. She tried to do whatever she thought might work, instead of following the manual. There was an injury. Then another one. It was her fault, really, for rigging it wrong, but she was tired and angry and she argued instead of just sucking it up and fixing it when confronted on it, and it went unfixed for days more. A minor fault can very well lead to deaths, and though this one didn't, it came close - one more inch, a slightly looser bolt, and it would have cracked a bug's shell clean open. It's a miracle it turned out as well as it did. It's a miracle that no one connected it to her enough, even when it was fixed. Someone else was punished, and she was old enough to know not to step forward - she's not stupid, after all.
The guilt still haunts her. The "what-if". The possibility of it. If someone died of her own stupid negligence, if she made someone else take the fall - she would let them, really, her sense of self-preservation isn't that bad, but she's not sure she could live with it after.
With the one she wouldn't think of personally... considering the background she's got, the journey to the Ant Kingdom, and the fact that it's already stated she took jobs before canon? We think there's a fairly good chance that Vi's off jobs got... shady. It's not like she has much in the way of morals when it comes to money, and "will do just about anything for enough cash" is a decent market. If you're willing to forsake your morals, you can get more money than your heart desires - at the cost of just a bit of risk, at that!
She doesn't think about it, really. It wasn't something she needed to think about. They were threatening her, they were a risk to her team, they were the price she had to pay to eat, the specifics of what happened don't matter much at this point. Put in the position again, would she choose their life, or hers? It doesn't matter. They're dead, anyways. She should know. She was the one to take the payment for it.
4. Favorite line?
We're copy-pasting these straight from the game! These Direct Quotes are all sourced from @aquilamage's Bug Fables Transcript project, which we highly recommend checking out! It's an excellent resource for double-checking dialogue without having to replay the game first, and a repository for just about all the dialogue in the game (provided it wasn't taken out by previous patches, of course).
We will be honest: there's a lot of dialogue in this game. This might not be our absolute favorites, as a result of a general poor memory as well as Too Much Game. Also, we have blatant favoritism towards Vi in all ways. Most of these are favorite interactions, rather than anything else, so...
For Leif:
Kabbu: Leif. If you need to take a break, let us know. Vi will carry you. Vi: That is not happening. Leif: Oh, the fatigue, it kicks in... Vi: I said it's not happening!
...and for Vi, we're fond of this dialogue, specifically because the first time we encountered it we misread "exploring" as "exploding".
Leif: Science looks like a lot of hard work. Vi: It's like uh...the thinking version of exploring!
But of course, our favorite Vi Dialogue as well as our personal favorite dialogue in the game in general would be the Bee Guard overworld spy.
Leif: Vi, you're the only Bee explorer, right? Vi: Huh? Uh, yeah! That I know of... Leif: We've been thinking it's a bit weird, to see so many Bee guards, but only one explorer... Vi: Look, they're not guards because they want to or anything, okay? Vi: They were born to be guards, so they guard. That's it. Kabbu: That's a bit somber... Vi: ...That's just how the Hive is sometimes.
"I'm allergic to bouncers" is a close second, of course. In terms of story implications, we pull on her Jaune interactions and especially the point just after getting kicked out of the studio for the first time during Jaune's request, but that's... it's less we "like" it, per se, and more that the implications are fun to toy with. In terms of the actual dialogue, it just... makes us feel sad. Sad, [], and maybe a bit angry on her behalf. We've been there more than we care to admit, after all.
We... wouldn't wish something similar on anyone. And no matter how good the good gets with Jaune, it still can't really outweigh the fact that the bad starts ticking boxes about emotional abuse in a way that makes relationships like Mothiva & Zasp that more people are willing to try and call out pale in comparison. We probably need to finish that essay some time...
Anyways, we like it when Kabbu gets mad enough to yell at people.
Kabbu: This is ridiculous! You realize you could be dooming us all!? Kabbu: What if the Termite King loses trust in the Queen!? Kabbu: What if you lose to the Wasp King without our help!? Kabbu: Have you gone completely, utterly insane!? Have you lost all intelligence! Mothiva: Yikes. You're overthinking this WAY too much. Mothiva: The Ant Kingdom's way better in our hands than with you LOSERS. Kabbu: We have SAVED YOUR LIFE BEFORE, you WITCH!
#asks#ask games#we speak#bug fables#headcanons#writing#kabbu hc section turned into north rambling but uhh. dw about it. you get to hear our cool northern worldbuilding now#hi. sorry this took so long. this is more than a thousand words of writing.#the Vi Worst Thing varies heavily by verse as does All The Other Ones#what's the worst thing they've ever done? depends on the fic!#for vi specifically the nature of the jobs she's done is often plot relevant and thus changeable by convenience#if we get into aus then there are some more drastic changes ofc but we're doing Canon TSM Only here so that's just a side note#the most notable difference in answers...#selkie vi would have a very#unfortunately selkie vi is also missing and assumed dead due to that so it would be hard for her to answer#we love kabbu but he is very much a product of his environment#the intense traditionalism is a Beetle Thing technically and kabbu's specific brand is even more specific than that#a bit of a Kabbu Thing we guess? highly area specific and notable in that its extreme even for northern beetles#you become an amalgamation of the little bits of the people around you over time#and the bits kabbu picked up. well. highlighted that law is The Way To Go for keeping people alive and safe#even if not quite happy#anyways we hope this is good. it took a longass time! we wrote So Fucking Much here. its a bit excessive.
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30 Asks! Thank you!! :)) 🦒
I have developed a few backstory ideas for almost all the characters, I could talk a bit about those at least! :000
First, Home. (Wally's house) Home is supposed to be a living entity with unknown intentions.. so far I haven't planned out any major ways that it interacts with anyone. Other than it watching Wally sleep at night.. the feeling is so intense and disturbing that he constantly wakes up feeling anxious..
Speaking of Wally, he's supposed to be this genuinely innocent friend of the neighborhood and he has no idea that his house is alive. Wally thinks that he just has some kind of sleeping and anxiety issues which is why he keeps waking up at night feeling afraid and uncomfortable. That's also why I always draw him with bags under his eyes and my explanation for why he talks the way he does. <XDD The poor guy cant get a good night sleep! Sometimes when his "anxiety" gets really bad he'll go crash at Barnaby's house for a night or two. For some reason he feels a lot safer there..
Speaking of Barnaby, I haven't thought too much about his backstory. But I like the idea that he's a lot like sans. XDD By that I mean he's a goofy guy but there's a lot more too his character and he's a lot more intelligent than people think he is. Barnaby is actually very aware of what's going on around him. He's the first to know when one of his neighbors isn't doing well and the first to figure out what's bothering them. Even if he's not close friends with them.
Also tacking on a last minute note on Barnaby- I like think Barnaby has lived in the neighborhood for a very long time. If not the longest. He was there to see Howdy open shop and saw Julie, Sally and Frank all move in. He was the first neighbor everyone became acquainted with and he always made everyone feel right at home. Barnaby is so friend shaped 🥺💞💞
Next is Julie. I haven't done the best job at showing it when I draw her.. but Julie is intended to kiiind'a be an amalgamation of all the neighbors. What I mean by this, is her and her sisters are naturally these huge horrible looking beasts that live in the woods. But Julie was able to slowly transform herself and modify her appearance to look more.. friendly! So that she could become a resident of the neighborhood and not scare anyone away <XDD
How she did this is she just studied the neighbors from the bushes and modeled her appearance after them. Long eye lashes like Poppy, Different colored nose like Howdy,, and since she never saw anyone else bare foot.. Little feet paws like Barnaby <XDD She kind'a kicks herself for that one. Turns out the people she was trying to mimic the most, Wally and Eddie, don't have paws for feet- But that's alright. No one really questions it!
Now Eddie is the usual interpretation I think. He was originally a real human but now he's a neighbor with no memory of who he once was.. he doesn't really remember his childhood or where he came from. He's also just generally forgetful. 😅 The only thing he consistently does right is get everyone's mail delivered right on time!
I have ideas of him having hallucinations, strange dreams or even fainting spells when he encounters something significant from his past life. I considered one of the triggers for his spells could be imagery of an orange cat. Maybe he had one as a pet in his original life? If he ever encountered one and then fainted.. he might just start telling the neighbors that he's allergic to cats.. <XD idk, I haven't fully thought that all through yet XDD
Sally is the last I'll comment on. Her story keeps changing up but I have solid ideas for her biology.
I want her to be an actual celestial being of some kind. I imagined her being a glowing star child that is always warm to the touch. She can control/dim her light pretty significantly but she can never fully go dark. So she's hard to sleep near during sleep overs <XDD
Speaking of sleep overs, I actually imagined that she doesn't need to sleep! Perhaps its like the gems from Steven Universe. She can sleep if she wants to but she doesn't need to by any means. She gets all her energy from what she eats! I also pictured her wearing what ever she wants year round! She absolutely thrives in the sunlight and her body is much stronger than the cold around her. So she can wear shorts in the winter and sweaters in the summer all she wants! Lucky gal.. <XDD
I have some ideas for the other neighbors, but this is already a wall of text. Maybe next time <XDD
Perhaps I should go back sometime and draw these guys again :00 At least get around to redesigning Sally and Julie, it could be fun! :}}
XDDD AAAA IDK!! Its been a while since I've thought about him! XDD
Hmm let me think... well, He's a loyal and devoted servant of the king and his family. Almost to the extent you'd wonder if he's been brainwashed or cursed..
I've haven't thought too much about his backstory or how he came to be in the position of power that he's in.. But I do have some ideas floating around for how me may interact with some of the Koopalings. :00
The main idea I had in mind was Morton coming to him and voicing and insecurity of some kind, putting himself down in the process. perhaps he said it absentmindedly.. but Commander was quick to defend him, bowing at his feet "Who dared to speak to my Lord in this way? With your command, I shall have their head!" Upon explaining that no, no one said that to him.. he just feels that way.. Commander has a talk with him that boosts his confidence. Not sure what exactly the insecurity could be.. perhaps Mortons appearance? <:0
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Aww! I love those names!! :DD Though I don't know if its just me, but I feel like the names should be swapped? <XD Idk- the plup roly poly feels more like a Bernard than a Diego to me. But I totally agree withy them having Tea on Tuesdays! XDD I'm glad you like them! :))
@silly-creetur
<XDD Sorry you had to scroll so far to find Octonauts- but I'm glad you liked what you saw! :))
@lolzwaitwhat (Love your username XDD)
They will be forever confused yet grateful. 🥺🥺💞💞💞
I'm still open for suggestions! And I don't get as many as people seem to think I do.. 😅 also thank you! I'll do my best! <XD
(Referencing this post)
:DDD THANK YOU!!
As for the canvas size, yeahh, for the pixel stuff the canvas's are absolutely tiny. That first dragon drawing is on like a 300-300 canvas. If I were to post it as is it would be really small if you tried to view it. Soooo I just copy/pasted and blew the image up to like 800/800. Its a lil blurry but that's okay <XDD
@aria-the-derg
XDD Thank you! Man its been years since I've done an OC trade..
@thesunbun
XDDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDDD
@clownaroundtowne
Oh wow.. neotony.. that's so interesting! I learned something new today! :00 And yeah! Perhaps it could be! :0000
*snimfle...* ..am I weewy yow favowite? 🥹💞💞💞 fank you!!
AAAA THANK YOU SO MCUH!!!! :DDD AND YES IT DID MAKE ME SMILE!! :}}}}
Its cool to hear that you wanna try FireAlpaca! Though I warn you, it can be a but buggy/wonky at times! <XDD It takes some time to learn how to work around its quirks <XD
I have not heard of it, no.. but upon Googling it, I love the art style! :))
@astaherussy
Do I like Jax? Personally I think he's pretty funny, but he's hard to like because he's such a jerk. <XD Although I'm not totally set in my opinions on him. I know there's a lot of angst going on behind the scenes that probably helps to explain his behavior.. I'm sure once we see that backstory- if we ever do, I'll like him a lot more :))
My opinion on the FNAF movie is it wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. :00 My favorite parts were the inclusion/intended inclusion of MatPat, Markiplier and other Youtubers. I also FLIPPED OUT when Bonnie was the first to move. Just like the game! And it recreated that initial horror so well XDD Overall I'd say 7/10, WOULD watch it again! :))
My FNAF AU has been shelved hard. 😔 I've been battling health problems for almost a year now. I don't have the strength to comfortably sit at my desktop PC long enough to work on those comics right now.. All these recent posts of mine have been drawn from the couch on this old laptop, where I don't have access to any of my FNAF stuff from my main PC.. its been rough man. 😔
The cookie crew is doing well! I've actually been thinking about drawing them again soon.. 👀
The Factual fam is the same! Doing great, thinking I might draw them again soon! :))
Awe, thank you!! I've thought about making some kind of merchandise on and off. Since all these medical expenses are really starting to stack up.. so its really encouraging to hear that some folks would be interested! <:}}}
Oh boy have I. <XDD Ya'll were right, my heart was NOT ready for Appa's episode 🥺💔💔💔 I already have something angsty in mind for that but I'm having trouble with trying to make that comic..
I'm looking for an opportunity where Aang, Appa and the gang are all back together and traveling like usual. Then when they set up camp for the day is where the angst will strike- but it seems like right after they got Appa back the gang split up..
Soo I'm just continuing to watch for now. Perhaps the angst I have in mind will occur later? Or perhaps the perfect gap in time I'm waiting for is only a few episodes away. Who knows <XDD
@socherryblossomstrawberry
XDD Noooo!! Why do that??
XDD THANK YOU!! I'm glad you think so! :))
I haven't drawn much for it yet because Its a little challenging for me to draw fanart the way I want to for series that have a linear story.. if that makes any sense-
Shows like SpongeBob or series likeeee.... Welcome home? Things where its more of "a day in the life of" type deal. I can draw fanart and funny scenarios for those a lot easier. Where as with Avatar I'm still kind'a waiting for the perfect gap in the story where I can draw goofy group shenanigans without thinking "Oh wait they'd be dealing with this plot point during this comic..." does that make sense?? <XDD
@coolguyoninternet
:0... huh?
🫠Not really- but I'm hoping this is all over soon <:)
@dummdummdummy
<XDD I'm afraid I am unfamiliar with those names- the osc fandom..?
@mimiocto
Fank you 😌
@olives-in-shadows
I'm hanging in there as best I can 🫠🫠🫠
When he said "Well, how did I get here?" I felt that 💔
@anikakitty11
Oh my goodness I love this beautiful puppo 🥺🥺🥺
@tallchest13-blog (Link to document)
THIS IS SO COOL WHAT???
@chimerathekid (Image is from this post)
XDDD That's how I like to interpret him at least! XDD
@invaderdrey
Ah yes! The mystery dungeon games!! :DD Someone told me about those games and the key to getting Grim to mega evolve! The empowerment seed!! :DD
I was gonna make a comic about it, buuuut after sketching it all? It came out to like 4 parts and 80 canvases. With 3-6 drawings per canvas. Soooo I might not get around to finishing that... 😅
@minnesotamedic186 (In response to this ask post)
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@mason-gaylord
I don't know if my Gengar in game has that trait or not- but it looks like it wouldn't be too much of a bother! :0 Google seems to say that it only has a 30% chance of disabling attacks that hurt the user. So as long as none of Grim's friends decide to fight him it shouldn't effect them XDD
#my response#welcome home#super mario bros#my ocs#pokemon scarlet and violet#gengar#fnaf security breach#fnaf movie#the amazing digital circus#avatar the last airbender
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Uncanny Vash and Knives Hcs
I just finished TriMax like— today so now I feel more comfortable being Public with hcs
TW: Body horror and the like
I’m gonna format this by saying overall hcs and then getting specific on how both of them treat/adapt to these hcs and what personal differences they have
Duo Headcannons
Every time their voicebox reopens their voice takes on a different tone
Most of the time it’s imitating voices they’ve heard in the past, sometimes it’s a weird amalgamation of them creating a new voice.
For example when they only knew Rem their voices would sometimes go a bit too high pitched like it’s their original voice mixed with Rem or just straight up Rem
Their eyes are very glassy and doll-like
I won’t say life less because they can still emote but I think when they’re at rest it’d be very like IB/ Mad Father Doll Room Tease
I’m playing with the idea of them not blinking but I wanna make it freakier somehow so maybe they blink inconsistently? Like one eye will blink every hour and the other every two hours?
The surface of their skin is always feels like there’s an electric current underneath, like you touch their arm and they have buzzies
Independents in general start off looking very uncanny as a newborn, grow into a child that looks very human, and as they rapidly age they start to become more plant like again (got inspo for this from possuminatrenchcoat_27 on tiktok)
This could possibly be a newer adaptation after what happened with Tesla assuming that Tesla is the first instance of an independent/ the first instance of an vs independent getting brutalized like that.
When they get antsy or any high tension you’d be able to see their respective abilities kind of…..moving under their skin
When the tension or emotion gets too much they start to like leak whatever their thing is, think “Hikaru” from The Summer Hikaru Died
When they bleed it’s a mixture of blood of sometimes a feather or a leaf or two
Viewing their “human” visages as a sort of disguise, I’d like to assume they can change colors
And by change colors I mean change how saturated or unsaturated their skin, hair, nails, and other organic parts are
Like if they do choose they can have the brightest teeth none to man and plant
Speaking of teeth, they can choose how many, how little, how long, how short, and what order their teeth are in
Also!! Incredible muscle control, like thinks Fox in a trap, rather than knaw off their leg they simply move and contract the muscle (and possibly bone) until they can slip out
They can photosynthesize but when they do it’s very obvious and very ominous
Like imagine one of them standing looking up, neck limp head back, eyes wide and unfocused slightly rolled back, jaw slack, a rumbling coming from the top of their head and from the ground but nowhere inbetween
Their senses are heightened so in high traffic areas they can get overwhelmed easily, especially considering that they spent their developing and adapting years on the ships where the loudest thing was the machine hum
I think it’d be funny if they can make themselves smell like different types of foliage like one day it’s roses the next it’s honeydew the next it’s just grass
Vash Copes
so Mr. Deluxe-Life-Like over here is a hummer
Like he’ll hum and clear his throat and make noises to try a get his speaking voicebox to around a tone that somewhat sounds like him.
He can’t just start randomly talking and sound like Milly! That’d be rude!
So along with the rainforest animal sequence chittering and chattering he’s just, “hmm hrrmm huummm buh…how are doing? Do you feel okay?”
To make up for how his eyes are he wears glasses (of course) but also had figured out how to dilate his eyes in time with what he sees in other people’s emotions (incredible muscle control)
He’ll be purposely very expressive to take as much attention from his eyes as possible so none notices how his eyes look or the blinking issue
Sometimes he’ll make himself blink when he knows he’s being looked at
So when Vash is getting antsy under his skin youll see almost like vines wiggling about underneath, but very inconsistently
Like if you’re looking at his arm you’ll see a long thin vine, that could be mistaken for a vein, jerk around sporadically
When he’s getting very antsy the vine will sprout thorns that’ll push through his skin like water. It won’t leave a wound behind the skin will just fall back together
That’s why he likes the coat so much because you can’t see the things going on under his skin
So like imagine an almost worm like part of his skin being raised that’s jerking around and moving these thorns that just glide through his skin (freaky huh?)
I think Vash would use the color changing thing for comedic effect, like the usual tinting red for blush or embarrassment, stuff like that
Despite having all these options for self customization, I think Vash would keep it pretty human like.
Well— not exactly. He hasn’t been in a place to get the details right so he kinda…fills in the blank spaces with other things!
Like since he hasn’t had the time to peek into someone’s mouth, he has a dog mouth. He’s seen the inside of a dogs mouth lot of times what’s wrong with it? They look cool!
One time him and wolfwood were play fighting and WW had pinned him so Vash started to moved his muscles around to squeeze out and WW got so scared he jumped like a foot in the air and cowered in a corner
Vash doesn’t photosynthesize often because he typically eating so that’s how he gets his energy
But when he’s on the run and another town is a ways away and he’s sooo hungry he just gotta Yknow
one time Meryl and Milly caught up to him while he was doing it and when they approached (after passing once to try to taunt him with water) he jerked out of it in a blink all creepy like
Like they were a yard away from his back and they blinked and now he’s a foot away and facing them all “Hey Ladies!” fym hey ladies bitch move
For his senses I feel like he kind of enjoys being on the run so he’s not constantly overstimulated by all the sounds of towns
Don’t get him wrong he loves towns and people but 24/7 everytime he opened his eyes? He just needs a wee break is all
Smell wise I think he’d keep to a grass kind of scent, it’s all he really knows
So when Meryl or Milly or Wolfwood come up and get personal with him and ask “what are you wearing” after answering cheekily for a while he just goes “nothing, I just smell like this”
Knives Cope
Welcome to the stage Mr. I-Look-Like-This-For-The-Irony and his special talent How Far Can We Push The Human Assumption
One of Knives’ pleasures is seeing how far he can push what he looks and acts like until people start to think he’s not a human
He’s found it’s reasonably far if he’s careful
Voice wise, Knives’ voice really doesn’t change all that often
It gets more erratic based on the people around you and Knives is usually isolated, since he’s not constantly around voices and people like Vash he just has to deal with voice pitching up and down and less imitations
That doesn’t mean it’s never happened
When he and Conrad first teamed up and we’re talking more often about their plans and what’s possible, Conrad thought Knives was warming up and being playful by imitating his voice sometimes
He chuckled once and Knives was like “What’s so funny.” And Conrad brought the voice thing up and Knives was like “That’s unintentional, why would I wanna win your favor I already have it.”
Knives knows his eyes are off putting. He knows very well.
He intentionally makes an overt amount of eye contact until he knows the other person is freaked out
When Knives gets to a point of tension where you can see his blades poking under his skin, he just lets em out
To him it’s his base plant side telling him to free himself of this embarrassing flesh suit so he’s like ah just as nature intended
It could also be why he has the cloak of blades cause he’s always high tension
Back to his stage act, How UnHuman Can We Look Until They Start Actually Thinking I’m Not Human, when it comes to their customization options, Knives likes the keep it just about human
He wants to look like his sisters, but knows he can’t get people to do what he wants if they think he looks too sweet (in his opinion his sisters are adorable)
So he tries to balance both visuals. He’s crazy pale with platinum blonde hair because his sisters are also incredibly pale.
But on the other hand, he keeps himself looking somewhat human because what else to should humanity see at its end but itself?
When he isn’t in public, he likes to look ALOT less human, like biblical Angel.
Knives doesn’t get into situations where he needs to move his muscles around himself to escape anything, the only time he did was when he and Vash were younger and playing around
Unlike Vash, Knives photosynthesizes all the time
He doesn’t like eating, it overwhelms his senses. The sunlight? Oh the sunlight.
Knives feels the same way about the Sun like yearning gays and the moon
He will photosynthesize even if he doesn’t have to, he does it so often he can do it laying down (he looks like a corpse and if you come too close to him while he’s laying there you will get skewered right ways)
Knives remembers more about the flowers Rem showed them and how they smell so usually he’ll choose whichever plant he thinks of first
That’s the end, this took like two days straight there was more in the thinker and reading The Summer Hikaru Died mid way through making it. Can you tell how much I like figuring out how human is human?
#trigun#trigun stampede#trigun vash#trigun knives#trigun nai#trigun stampede vash#trigun stampede knives#trigun stampede nai#trimax#uncanny vash#uncanny knives#uncanny nai#trigun headcanons#trigun stampede headcanons#vash headcanons#knives headcanons#nai headcannons
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Never before have I unironically used the phrase Mary Sue, but what they did with Carter in this final episode was just fucking nuts man. Kohhori was cool, I like her, but giving Carter every fucking major weapon in the canon? And then having the fucking WATCHER?? Jump in with that “it couldn’t have been me, it had to be you” fucking bullshit? She is not all that, marvel.
But you wanna know who is???
FUCKING STRANGE SUPREME.
I cannot FUCKING believe they made the most profoundly powerful iteration of a character, just to fucking throw him in the waste bin when it turned out people were way more interested in what he had going on than what Carter was doing.
There was no reason they couldn’t have made her interesting without nerfing everyone else, except that they don’t fucking know how apparently because marvel is fucking trash these days…
Seriously, there are two big ways to ruin any interest people have for a character you plan to make the face of a show/arc/phase. One, shove them in every episode and keep forcing them into plots where people don’t want them. Two, fucking killing off better characters for taking up the limelight! Look, I like the idea of Strange fighting the amalgamation of his grief, but there’s no reason he should have died over it, especially when Carter is in the same boat. This episode would have been way better if we got rid of the forced high stakes, and just had two characters suffering the same kind of grief talk it out with each other, find a way to heal, maybe by leaning on each other a little bit. They are unique in the sense that they are always lost in time, struggling to find their place.
Marvel used to capitalize on character moments like these, use them to build up their characters and give them some sense of home to keep them moving forward as heroes. Now they just kill off characters around their current Big Cheese to keep the focus on them. When did this become storytelling? When did this become cinema?
I’m fucking tired of marvel’s shit man, and I want Strange Supreme back…
#strange supreme#doctor strange#stephen strange#captain carter#peggy carter#what if spoilers#what if episode 9#what if season 2#what if#marvel#mcu#meta analysis#adhdfinest
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Gael García Bernal Doesn’t Believe in Skincare
The actor talks about Mexican coffee, his rock collection and reuniting with his Y tu Mamá También co-star Diego Luna.
From the Wall Street Journal, Oct. 14, 2024 8:00 am ET
By Lane Florsheim
(source) When Gael García Bernal landed a role in Y tu Mamá También in his early 20s, he didn’t know his career was about to take off. It was a small-budget film, and Mexican cinema had yet to break through in the American box office.
But the steamy 2001 movie, about best friends on a road trip through Mexico, was a hit. It became one of the highest-grossing Spanish-language films in the U.S. And it anointed García Bernal and his costar, Diego Luna, as leading men.
The two actors had known each other since infancy, growing up together in Mexico City. “Anything I say stays short of all the complexities of the love and the brotherhood we have for each other,” García Bernal, 45, said of Luna. Together, he said, “we learned that to make cinema, you have to misbehave a little bit, but be humble as well.”
García Bernal has gone on to star in a variety of Spanish and English projects, including The Motorcycle Diaries, Babel and the TV adaptation of Station Eleven. All the while, he and Luna have remained close collaborators. The actors run a production company together called La Corriente del Golfo. And this month, for the first time in over a decade, they’re reuniting onscreen. Their new show, La Máquina, features García Bernal as an aging boxer and Luna as his flashy, corrupt manager.
Now available on Hulu, La Máquina is the streamer’s first original Spanish-language series. “It was about time,” García Bernal said. “We’re very happy that it’s happening like this.”
García Bernal lives in Buenos Aires and Mexico City. Here, he shares his most prized possessions, how he got into character for his latest role and advice from a Nobel laureate.
What time do you get up on Mondays, and what’s the first thing you do after waking up?
Naturally, I wake up very early. My ancestors must have been people who worked the land. I hate when I wake up late. Sometimes I go straight to having a coffee or reading the newspaper or even, heroically, exercising. But that doesn’t happen so often because I always wake up very hungry.
What do you eat in the morning, and do you drink coffee?
Mainly fruits. In Mexico, there’s really good coffee. I do a pour-over.
What do you do for exercise?
I’ve been into boxing for a long time. I jump rope, go run, sometimes I hang from things. And I love playing football and baseball.
What about skin care?
Nothing. I think it’s better actually. The washing-your-face industry has created a lot of problems for skin. I think it’s too much soap.
How did you prepare to play the boxer Esteban in the new Hulu series? Did you model the character on any real life boxers or athletes?
It was an amalgam of many boxers that I admire. We took a lot from all of them, but at the same time, there was something that came out, which is the boxer I have inside. It’s a bit like the clown in acting. We all have a boxer, we all have a clown.
How would you describe your boxer?
What I found is that I’m really good at receiving punches. I think I read the ring really well. I’m able to figure out what’s going to happen, how to move around. The problem is that I run out of stamina very easily from hitting hard. Something happens after 10 punches. My punches start to become complete butter.
Diego looks so different in this role, with his spray tan and a face that appears full of fillers. How did you keep a straight face while playing opposite him?
We had to try really hard not to laugh, but we managed. He made a big sacrifice as well. It takes a lot of time to do all of that, and it’s uncomfortable.
There’s a great karaoke scene in the series. What’s your go-to karaoke song?
I’m very promiscuous with my karaoke tastes. Most of the songs that I would end up singing in karaoke are older, like from the 1980s—the time of a man or a woman and a microphone. Nowadays it’s more complicated because a lot of songs have autotune.
Your characters from Y tu Mamá También, Julio and Tenoch, would be around 40 years old today. What do you think they’d be doing now?
I think maybe my character would be in government in Mexico right now. Diego’s character would be, I don’t know, a successful lawyer somewhere. I always wonder, where did they end up? Maybe because those are the characters that are closest to our upbringing as well, the closest we’ve ever been to playing ourselves.
The movie captures so well the feeling of being young and having your entire life in front of you. How do you look back on it?
Our voices sound different. It’s actually very tender because we were very innocent. We didn’t feel like it when we were that age, but I hear us: We sound hopeful and interested and also brave and wanting to experience [life].
What’s your most prized possession?
The notebooks I write in. The stones I gather. On every journey I make, I put stones in my bag. They weigh a lot, but I have a lot of stones. Certain photographs of my family. And there’s a football and some shoes that remind me of my childhood.
Do you have any hobbies that might surprise your fans?
I do a lot of jumping rope, I can do a few tricks with that. I juggle. I play a lot of chess.
What’s one piece of advice you’ve gotten that’s guided you?
José Saramago, who was a Nobel Prize winner of literature from Portugal, and I did a play together at a book fair in Guadalajara, where I’m from. I introduced him to my family. I’ve got a huge family. He was fascinated by my grandmother and the amount of kids she had and all the many, many, many people in my family. Before saying goodbye, he said, “You would be very stupid if you missed all this. You would be such an idiot if you have it and don’t experience it.” I grew up in a loving environment, and I was very lucky to be born into it.
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Love your art! Also, this may a dumb or too personal of a question, but where did you learn to draw so well? I've been trying to teach myself for the past couple years and it hasn't been working out
Hey thanks! :)
When I think about it, there are a few different things that I believe are important when learning how to draw.
In random order:
Passion. You need to really want to become better. You will only see your greatest improvement happen if you have the right mindset and truly believe you can get to where you want to be. It sounds cheesy, I know, but having this mindset really helped me. You just have to be passionate not only about drawing, but also about improving yourself and being the best version of yourself. If I'm being honest, this is something I'm struggling with right now. It's difficult. So don't be afraid to take breaks and rediscover what drives you forward.
Practice. You've probably heard this a million times. But it's stated over and over for a reason. It may be discouraging, though, when you spend hours upon hours a day practicing only to see little to no improvement. So I would say it's important to learn WHAT and HOW to practice. What I would do is set some time aside- however long you want but short enough that you can really make the most of your attention span- and practice one specific thing. Learn how it works, draw it from different angles, draw its components, etc. If it's a muscle, learn how it fits in in relation to the muscles around it. Study what happens when it bends or contracts. What does it look like when it's small, like on a child? Or big, when it's on a bodybuilder? Really take the time to learn about and love the world around you, and everything else will fall into place.
Learn from your mistakes. This one is difficult, but extremely important. You need to recognize what you did wrong in order to improve. If you don't, you will keep making the same mistakes over and over again. You will most likely need a second opinion, as it can be hard to know what you did wrong by yourself. Don't be afraid to message artists you like and ask for a critique. Some may be too busy to respond, but others may take time out of their day to answer.
Emulate art you like. Now I want to preface this by saying in no way do I condone copying or stealing. You shouldn't be completely copying what others do. What you can do, though, is take bits and pieces of art you like and translate it into your own style. My own art style is an amalgamation of a bunch of different styles I like. It's important to learn from people who know what they're doing, especially if you don't have a teacher yourself. You can learn a lot from studying what others do.
Have faith in yourself. This ties into what I said in the passion category, but I think it's important enough that I'm putting it here too. You need to believe you have the ability to push yourself to improve. Self-confidence is important. I assume it's different for everyone, but I've found that the less self-confidence I have, the worse I do. And my passion snuffs itself out. It's really cheesy, but I can't stress enough the importance of loving yourself. It's hard- I get it, believe me. I'm still working on it myself. But you have to be patient with yourself and love who you are as a person.
Okay, that's it. Sorry for the whole entire essay. I hope this helped you ;u;
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Undertale Drabbles: Alphys & Toriel - Looks Like Fun
Summary: Alphys worries in a Spirit Halloween.
[A/N] It's been so long since I last did a UT drabble that I'm pretty sure I didn't even have a separate blog for my writing last time I did one. But anyway, Halloween drabble, yay!
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Offense would probably be not only an understandable response but one that would be well warranted too. Humans dressing up as monsters for fun after locking them Underground so long ago, that was rather rude, right? It could easily be construed as them making fun of monsters. But in practice it was all just too silly to stir much rage in Alphys.
It probably helped that she’d known this holiday was coming. She’d studied the old books about humans and it popped up in some of the anime and manga that had made its way to her. But even knowing about it beforehand and not feeling offended by it in general would it still be inappropriate for her to participate? Maybe. Would people get mad at her? Also, maybe. But it looked like fun and she’d already come all this way to the Spirit Halloween to browse.
None of the costumes were for any of the characters she’d be interested in dressing up as. But she was used to scrounging and reworking pieces to make decent cosplay. She could take the cape from that costume and the pants from that one over there and with another piece or two and a few added bits could dress up as Mew Mew. Yes, she still had the Mew Mew costume she’d made before coming to the Surface but Endogeny had gotten to it and at this point just replacing it would be easier than fixing it. More expensive but easier. Could she justify it though? Especially since she was planning on using it as a Halloween costume?
Maybe she should just drop the whole idea. Yeah, dressing up was always fun and doing so with other people more so and adding in handing out candy to kids and carving jack’o’lanterns sounded like a jolly time. But was it worth people being mad at her for? She had enough people mad at her about the amalgamates already. Adding more reasons would only…
She froze as she turned down another aisle. It was the kid’s costume section and thus not useful to her. More than that though… “Queen Toriel!” Of call places to find the former queen, in the middle of a Spirit Halloween was not where Alphys would’ve expected to do so. The only thing that tracked was that it was the kid’s section. Presumably Frisk was somewhere around as well, probably run off to explore.
Queen Toriel jumped a little before snapped around to face her. “Oh, Alphys. Good to see you. I’m not queen anymore though, there’s no need to refer to me that way.”
Alphys shouldn’t have said anything. She hadn’t been noticed until she’d blurted Toriel’s name and former title like an idiot. Turning and leaving would’ve been a better move. Too late now though, they were talking. “W- why are you here, your… Toriel? I wouldn’t have expected you to uh… to go to a place like this.” Even if she wasn’t queen anymore, she was still considered an Important Monster. She was on the ballot for becoming the human-monster ambassador and was very likely to get the position.
“I’m looking for a costume for Frisk. They’re…” She looked up and around, “around here somewhere. But before I head off to find them, Alphys, do you think it’s appropriate for monsters to celebrate Halloween?”
“I… I don’t know. I was just wondering that myself, actually. It doesn’t seem like it, does it? But… but it also… it also looks fun, right?”
“Hmm. I suppose that’s what matters most. It looks like fun and doesn’t have to hurt anyone. The humans of today were celebrating it long before finding out monsters were real. They thought it was all just fun and games.”
“So… so it’s okay for us to participate in the uh, fun and games too, right?”
“Perhaps it’s more complicated than that but I think so. Frisk apparently has never been trick-or-treating. I agreed to take them and came here to get them a costume. I wasn’t going to dress up myself but well… it does seem like fun, huh?”
“Oh, um, I think I’m gonna dress up too and… hand out candy and put up some decorations. So… feel free to stop by. And maybe um, we could all get together and do like a… jack’o’lantern carving party the day before or… or something.”
Toriel’s face lit up. “That sounds like a lovely idea. Call me later today or tomorrow sometime and we can organize it with whoever wants to come.”
“Oh, okay. I’m gonna go… I’m gonna go back to looking for stuff now then. Talk to you later.”
“And I’m gonna go find Frisk.”
Alphys turned and retreated. … Or no, not retreated. She walked away after a successful social interaction. She’d proposed a fun idea she’d had and it had been accepted with delight. They were going to chat later and figure out a plan for a have a fun Halloween event with however many people wanted to come. It was still kind of scary but Toriel was on her side so it should be fine.
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*Nothing happens for the second that they enter. If it felt abandoned around the amalgams, it was ten times more empty now. An eerie silence fills the hallway, making their footsteps sound out of place. Something taps Noelle's ankle, urging her to keep moving.*
*The same stillness looms in the air with each step that their light-hearted conversations could not stir. It feels pointless that they had come here, and that they were looking for nothing.*
*A blur of color suddenly whooshes past Noelle's side where Frisk stood, followed by a loud bang. By the time she turns her head, if not frozen in place like a deer in headlights, Noelle can see then bound to the wall with pale green vines strapped over every limb, holding them slightly over the ground. Flowey had appeared on the opposite side of them, watching Frisk with a slightly sympathetic look, as if he didn't want to do this. Or maybe he was mocking them.*
*Next to the little plant was the enormity of the determination extractor. Its hollow eyes and odd shape take the resemblance of a monsterlike skull, with its gaping, twisted jaw facing Frisk directly as if it would consume them.*
I know I said two more chances, Frisk. But I feel bad for you. With your stubborn mentality, you'll never be happy. So defiant and demanding... thankfully, I know how to help you!
*Flowey smiles with excitement.*
We just need to get it over with quicker than I thought. Heehee... it might hurt quite a bit. Are you comfortable?
(Frisk) "*laughs in a way that shows they are a bit afraid but still in a mocking tone* Hey Noelle you hear this? This dumbass flower actually believes he can force me to be nice! *Stops laughing and looks Flowey dead in the eye* Listen. Do you even know the first thing about determination? I'll explain it so dumbed down even you can understand. Determination is how much you're willing to do something and work on a task. It's the only thing that's been keeping me alive. However, do you think that's the reason I am who I am? I'm a jerk because it makes life easier. If you take away the determination I'll become more of an asshole. Like it or not Buttercup, this isn't a part of me you're extracting from me. It's much more complicated. I am me because I love monsters. I loved them so much that I went against everything I believed in besides what my father said. I became a jerk to save monsters like you. I should've known that you brought me down here to extract determination from me. It's the only good thing Alphys made. *Spits at Flowey* One thing if you haven't been listening before is I'll never love you. I hate you. Let me go right now. Fuck you, you piece of shit."
(Noelle) "Flowey, I know I said I'd do whatever you said and I will, just please think about this. *Puts her hand on one of Flowey's stems* Is this what you want to be known as? I know you're better than this. Kara knows you're better than this. Think of Kara. Are you really going to risk all your friends just to be with this..."
(Frisk) "Fuck-face?"
(Noelle) "Yeah, Fuck-face. I can't pretend I don't have problems as well, but I know you can do better. Don't try to fix everyone. Some people can't be saved. You spent all your time trying to help everyone around you. Why don't you finally do something for yourself and only yourself? I am still under your control. How about you force me to help you. Hell, I'd rather you torture me right now. Again, I will go with you since my hands are tied but please, you deserve better."
#undertale#the white soul#kara#flowey#ask flowey#noelle holiday#dess holiday#frisk dreemurr#i can fix her/him/they is the worst reason to date someone
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Summarizing the OG timeline characters (badly) Pt. 1: Kenshi
So Kenshi is this really snotty guy who’s like “come here, let me kick your ass plzz” so he can prove he’s the toughest guy in town. Then Kenshi found this guy named Shang Ts- I mean… Song… This Song guy is like “Kenshi, me boy. You need yourself a killer sword, because you are super cool”, and Kenshi’s like “damn straight”. So Song and Kenshi went to this really big well, and Kenshi took the lid off of it and got blasted in the face by a bunch of souls, permanently blinding him. Song then revealed he was none other than the sorcerer Shang Tsung! DUN DUN DUNNNN!! And then Shang Tsung pushed Kenshi into the well after absorbing all the souls inside of it, making him strong and youthful again. Kenshi thought he’d be left to die in there, when the sword (that actually existed wtf??) that Shang Tsung had told Kenshi about went into Kenshi’s hand, giving him an artificial sight of sorts. The reason this sword (whose name is 戦闘 which I find adorable that it just has a name) is able to do this is that it belonged to a long line of warriors who all just so happened to be ancestors of Kenshi. Those ancestors were all also tricked by Shang Tsung’s trap, dying in the well, which is why there were so many souls.
Then Kenshi was like “ok boys we’re getting our revenge” and spent the next decade relearning how to see and fight, greatly humbling himself along the way. Word got around of this badass blind Earthrealmer swordsman who can use this magic sword and even move things with his mind a little bit, which catches the attention of Sonya and Jax, and they’re like “hey. Come join the OWIA (Outworld Investigation Agency, super lame) so you can look around in Outworld”, and Kenshi is like “hell yea”. He was then given the order to find Cyrax, whose tracker had been taken off the map. While he never found Cyrax, he did find Ermac, this amalgamation of 100s of souls, all having a mid-life crisis. Kenshi thought they were super cool and was like “hey what’s wrong bud?”, and Ermac’s like “Our one order in this life doesn’t exist anymore, so we aren’t really vibing rn”, and Kenshi’s like “well what if it wasn’t?”, and Ermac’s like “oh shit tru. Thanks. Here, let us teach you how to piledrive people into the ground with your m i n d .” And so they did, and Kenshi now knew how to telekinetically slam people. Then Kenshi was like “yoooo OWIA I didn’t find Cyrax but I did find this person with green hair and pronouns”, but they didn’t respond, because they got fucking bombed by the Red Dragon. On the topic of the Red Dragon, the Deadly Alliance (one of which in this alliance is Kenshi’s sworn enemy), sent Mavado to go kill Kenshi, and nearly did so, but was like “yOu ArEn’T eVeN wOrTh ThE kIlL”, and walked away thinking he was cool.
As Kenshi lay, dying, a figure formed in the distance. It was Kuai Liang, the current Sub-Zero. Kuai carried Kenshi back to his Outworld cabin and nursed him back to health. Kenshi appreciated his generosity, and the two became actual besties. Suddenly, Kenshi felt his sword grow 10x in power. He’s like “dude dafuq-”, and Sub-Zero’s like “Oh yeah so there’s this dude named Onaga and- whatever there isn’t time for that. Anyways I’m pretty sure Onaga just killed Shang Tsung and all your ancestors just went back into your sword”. And Kenshi was happy, because his ancestors were back to being free, and his quest was over. He was happy. At least he felt like he should’ve been. But, he wasn’t. Kenshi felt… empty. Like this was what he devoted all of his life to, and now it’s just gone. He began to understand how Ermac felt, how awful it must’ve been for them when they realized everything they were meant to do, was just destroyed. Kenshi needed time to understand what he wanted in his life and disbanded from OWIA, and unaligned with the Lin Kuei, but promised both he’d still be an ally. He then left them both, becoming a lone warrior, in search of something to fill the hole that had been created within him. (angst rant go brr) Anywayyys Kenshi became Batman pretty much, hunting down the corrupted in the night, taking out criminal organizations. He also intercepts a transmission from the Red Dragon to Mavado, the man who nearly killed him, to kill the demigod Taven. Before Kenshi can do anything about Mavado’s mission, he gets a little tap on the shoulder from Johnny Cage, who’s like “dude XD 💀 so-so get this- 💀 there are these evil dudes like Onaga, Quan Chi, Shang Tsung, and Shao Kahn who are all, like 🤣 going to try to kill Blaze or some shit, and like, I was wondering if you- hold on a sec 💀… I was wondering if you wanted to join this team I’m making that has Sub-Zero, Ermac, and a whole bunch of other wacky characters to take them out”, and Kenshi’s like “were you audibly saying skull emoji- wait- SHANG TSUNG!?!” so Kenshi joined Johnny Cage in the Forces of Light. When Kenshi arrives at the pyramid, he takes out Sheeva and Quan Chi, and sees Ermac, and is like “dude this is a massacre out here what the hell is–” and before he could finish, he is telekinetically slammed into the ground by Ermac, who’s foot is planted into Kenshi’s chest, revealing his identity to really be Shang Tsung in the form of Ermac, before Shang Tsung casts his arm out to Kenshi, muttering “your soul is mine”, driving out the life force of Kenshi, now ultimately failing the quest he’s tried his whole life to complete.
If there's any other character's you want explained like this (from the og timeline only sorry), reply which you'd want!
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I just started playing some random hentai game because I was bored and the art looked nice. The art isn’t just nice- when playing it I noticed there were some characters who bore resemblance to some re-occuring characters from Valkyrie Crusade, like the alchemist. And now I’m in gamer mourning mode. To those of you who don’t know, Valkyrie Crusade was a card battle JRPG for Android and IOS, but it was dying and got taken down for the lack of active players. So now I’m in nostalgic mode, and remembering where it all went wrong. I mean, for fuck’s sake I was playing Valkyrie Crusade before it got taken over by this other company. To me, there are several reasons as to why Valkyrie Crusade got shut down. 1. The pay to win problem was getting out of hand, but considering it was most glaringly obvious with their updates to the game overall, I’ll talk more about that when talking about the terrible updates. 2. New rarities. I heard OG fans say that the game started out with the normal-rare-SR rates, and that they later added UR. I started playing during the UR-era. The company that took over Valkyrie’s previous owners, were a little too liberal as they added not one, but two new rarities across the course of time, LR and VR with VR being released not even a year before the game got shut down. Now, with each rarity, older rarities obviously become less important, unless they have some OP skill. An example of that would be my best team, which consisted out of 4 GLRs and 1 GUR- all of the passion element. In the final days of the UR-era, I was getting around to building a decently strong deck but nowhere near those of top players who paid for extras, so I saved up a bit to make sure I could get into the top 2000 when there would be some really good card in the game, and then the Halloween event came around. During the Halloween event, there was this vampire card and if you got into the top 2000, you’d get her cape and by amalgamating it with the vampire card, her special skill would become unlimited- which was maximum damage to all enemies. Considering I had her decently maxed out, she had a great number of soldiers too. If she immediately jumped into awaken burst at the start of the battle with the level 999 Archwitch, her henchmen would be immediately dead and you could get right into the battle with her. She was definitely one of the few GURs that still had some use in the game with the higher rarities coming out. 3. The events. For some reason I’ll never understand, they changed pretty much every event! The original Alliance event got changed into a bingo battle game, and whilst I never heard much hate towards the bingo update and neither did I personally hate this change, every other event change was a total NO; and pretty much every player I spoke with seemed to agree about it! Like the main game, got scrapped at all. Like, it was totally useless. Even what they did with the maps afterwards- changing them so you could obtain past archwitches, were totally not changed enough in terms of line-up so there was virtually no reason to keep hunting them. And nobody liked the Demon Realm or the Tower events. Especially the Demon Realm. Because the Towers event was first introduced, and was switched up with the old main events so there was enough variation that people weren’t actively hating it. Then the switch up with the old main events were replaced, and now it was a switch up between the Towers and the Demon Realm events. And people HATED it. Because both events rely heavily on units from the same element, and to get into the top rankings you’d need 4 team units. With the main events, you only need to win with 1 team with max 5 cards, and it can be comprised out of cards from varying elements- having a number or the entire team consist out of the same element merely gives it a bonus. With Towers & Demon Realms, you need 4 teams with max 20 cards and it all has to be the same element. There are 4 elements in the game so unless you’re sitting out all the other events you’d technically need that for every element. Try to gather 80 decent cards for battle and doing that whilst new rarities getting introduced around every 2-3 years all for free in a game with an over-reliance on RNG. They tried to get free players to keep playing by giving out more extra free rewards, but usually they didn’t had great skills, or in the case of the VR awakening needed so many materials that even if you regularly hunted it was just discouraging to keep going. Sometimes, especially during the Demon Realm as Towers was easier to begin with- I would just log in for the give aways, perhaps commence a hunting and then I would put the game down again. Hence why the game died. It was HELL, but at the same time, some of the cards were genuinely beautiful. Like the Holy Night Calamity card that I’ll never own T-T
#valkyrie crusade#Now i'll never own calamity#But if its the same game artist then I am happy to see they're still making money
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TRYING TO RUN BEFORE THEY COULD WALK WHY DID THE BIG ONE’S ALWAYS TRY TO GET AWAY FROM HER
Such a specimen as well. He would lick his lips and thirst for that warmth within them, to spill hands onto her neck and spread his fingers across to feel the warm flesh that was there.
And just push in a little bit more and more, to break through skin and touch the blood that were within and pull them out and wrap himself up and around them like it was a crimson blanket to kick his heels into the ground and become lost within.
“It is better if we stay together.” As he mused out . “Who knows what lingers out there in the darkness.”
What kind of creepy crawlies were out there just wanting to eat up something was yummy as this little lady, his gaze shifted. Around the tavern room at all the other delightful people that were here.
Nothing coming close to the meal before him, but then again, why waste something so precious so quickly, let it grow, let it be for a small time more, and then when it is ready then you can have it and it would taste all the more sweeter when you did.
“Him -” As his gaze fell upon one man sitting all alone in the corner. “Go to him and bring him over to us.” @fallesto
A synergy of the rustic aromas from venerable oaks and pines merges with the nimbus, blending with the aromatic sweetness of honey-infused liquor and the succulent fragrance of poultry and beef roasting over an open fire. This amalgam of scents narrates stories of warm, cordial reception and medieval customs, offering an unparalleled caress of warmth even before one steps through the doorway. A whimsical sign, jiggling leisurely in the breeze's supple touch, idly embraces those who draw near. Upon entering, she momentarily feels a profound reconnection with her lost quintessence as a human being. As they make their way inside, they're ushered by an atmosphere pulsing with the fumes of embers popping in the fireplace, its infectious light casting intriguing shadows that flicker across the quarters. Walls, festooned with antiques and wall hangings, murmur legends of heroism from times long past and concealed enchantments. Room is alive with laughter and the accompaniment of a bard's lute, weaving stanzas that touch the heart and spark the imagination.
She moves with smoothness, her silhouette sketching a subtle arc in the air, her maneuvers meticulous and intentional. Her hair, reminiscent of a sunset, unfolds behind her, emphasizing her magnetic splendor, which could effortlessly rival that of the goddess Aphrodite. She longs for the genuine connection this place offers, yet she wishes to remain unperturbed by the prying eyes of some men. Their stares dissect her, inspecting every inch of her physique, her form magnified by her garment of deep green that stands in compelling contrast to her hair. In this den of watchers, she is seemingly the prey, yet unknown to them, a far more formidable being shadows her. Cazador's presence also captures attention, stirring a blend of interest and apprehension among those who have been openly appreciative, cherishing, and lusting after his prized possession.
The atmosphere intensifies, even against the melody of the bard's song. Inoue understands that their kind isn’t needed for humanity to collapse into corruption and ruin. Naive girl who once lived in dreams is no more. "Yes, I’ll stay close to you. For it seems we aren’t the only predators here, my lord." Agrees, her gentle smile gracing her angelic, porcelain facade. In this moment, she finds comfort in the company of her creator, her master, more than in anyone else's attendance. Orihime feels the impure gazes and murmurs of men stripping her.
"A true goddess, I'd consume her entirely." Whispers a man's voice. This mortal is the very one he has demanded her to tempt. Perhaps because he's an easy target, or maybe the vampire lord shares her contempt for him. "Yes, my lord." Responds, her form bending subtly as she nears the table. Despite her unease, she knows the hypnotic pull of her aura and poise. "You seem to be in need of company." Suggests, her voice velvety and enticing, igniting rivalry among the onlookers. A few words, a casual lean forward to emphasize her revealing, delightful dermis, her hair fluttering with the motion. "Would you like my company?" Her hand lightly touches the stranger's neck as she speaks words infused with sweetness, the kind every man longs to hear. "Come, let me make you feel complete." Whispers, her gaze locking with Cazador's. "Allow me the honor of offering you a new experience." And with that, he follows…
TEMPTRESS HYPNOTIC VOICE.
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well huh! just finished up with my shrink and we were talking about the dissociative voice i get when having a meltdown, that i've been starting to wonder and conceptualize as a fragmented part of my identity. because when i'm in that state that triggers that voice, it doesn't feel like me, it's not my conscious internal narration. it's a part of me, not an invading force like an internal stimuli "hearing voices" type thing, but i don't have control over it. and when it's awake my internal dialogue is as if i'm conversing with it. well, getting screamed at more like. i've become more able over the past year or so to be aware that it is separate from my own internal dialogue and can talk to it, even though that results in making it more angry and verbally abusive.
my shrink and i have talked before about how, being so high masking, i have very strong internal control. we both enjoy psychoanalytic theory, so to put it that way i have a very strong super ego. the internal voice that moderates my behavior, feelings, and impulses is overpowering, because that's how i was able to survive.
and as i was telling them about this today they said how much they really appreciate that part of me for how it has kept me alive. and that we want to thank it. they said they think that in those moments when it's active, it ought to be acknowledged and thanked for all the work it's done to keep me safe and alive. but also in a "thank you, you can go now!" kinda way. like, we don't need this voice to be so oppressive anymore. but it can't be buried.
and it clicked for me. in a way i realllllly hope i have the presence of mind to remember next time i meltdown. and it was totally a "damn the session's over and we were JUST getting started" moment. but my brain immediately framed the way to try handling this voice as a constructive version of appeasing my dad. talk to it sweetly, tell it how great it is, speak like i'm telling it what it wants to hear - all while moving it along to calming down and leaving me alone.
and writing about it here and crystalizing the thoughts - i know a fair bit about how the internal experience of npd works. on the purely internal experience, i am aware of my traits. my screwed up little sense of self - that super ego voice - is a very messy amalgamation of bpd and npd style. the self is all bad. the self is all good. i'm too disorganizedly attached to have ever settled on just one, even for a moment. but i've always behaved through the self is all bad route. i've never really sat down with that mangled little sense of self and acknowledged that it did do well. that the voice telling me how horrible i am serves a function outside of how it makes me feel. and that function is: get small and behave in a certain way, to avoid further provoking the people around you, so you can stay alive.
it reminds me of all my flaws and points out everything i've ever been shamed for, which makes me feel awful, so to make it stop, i behave in a way that won't express those flaws or reasons to be shamed. my shrink asked very genuinely how/if exercise might help when i'm melting down, and it doesn't. i can't. but thinking about it more, beyond the reasons that i'm not physically healthy enough to go sprint a mile, or whatever, i remembered that the voice would just berate me for looking stupid and pathetic while doing it. because i'm so fat and gross, even if i'm alone and unseen in my home, i can't exist that way safely.
it's not useful anymore, and when it comes out full force--in the way it used to just be my baseline--it only hurts me in the present. because i'm no longer in the circumstances that the behavior it pushes on me are productive. things have changed so much for the better that what used to grant me a reprieve only hurts now. (which is just, wow. so proud) i'm actually, truly safe, and don't need to constantly monitor and hypercontrol myself to be (somewhat) safe in my environment. existing safely is just my baseline now. (and maybe that's the key, to point out to it gently that the safety it's trying to give me is already here.)
so it makes me wonder, what if next time that voice comes out, i suck it up and instead of reacting to it with fear, i treat it with compassion? if i talk sweetly to it? it feels, again, kinda like sucking up to my dad in a way. like molding myself into something small and palatable to appease the enemy. like it's a forfeiture of my own needs in that moment to, while being abused, go comfort the thing that's abusing me. but i can't fight back against it. i can't fawn and gently reason with it to stop. because it's me. and it feels so foreign, to understand beyond intellectuality, to conceptualize it as something to be integrated, not exorcised. but if that's the case and, despite the spitting abuse, its whole purpose is just to keep me safe, then what is there to be afraid of? if i set aside how unsafe it makes me feel, recognizing that with the voice comes a memory of feeling unsafe, and that's all it is, then there really is no danger.
my instincts say not to lovingly welcome home and lovingly welcome in the parts of me that feel like an abusive other. and it's very likely it will take this approach and bully me with it too. but to acknowledge it as part of me, and recognize what it is for may be a step in the right direction. it's certainly something i haven't tried yet, and i've tried everything i could think of on my own. but huh, that's what therapy's for lol. i think i understand this part of me better now.
#my therapist is so good at what they do it's great#really got me thinking about this in a way that feels like tangible progress#sorry future me and whoever may read this (if anyone does? idk but thanks haha) this is kinda rambling and all over the place#bc i went back and added things in as my thoughts progressed and gained coherence but i don't want to rewrite the whole thing#my thoughts and understanding are clear now and that's the point for writing this out lol#personal
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1/9/23
Good lord, New Year's was over a week ago. What a trip.
Today... well, I've already posted today... so... there's that. That was a very different way to start the day, and honestly it was pretty cathartic. I came out of writing and did yoga, it wasn't as intense as the past few days have been. Maybe I was doing some of the poses wrong, I don't know. But I really do struggle to keep up, it's a weird thing. This one was a lot more about just transitioning between poses by following the breath, but my breathing was at a very different pace than hers, so I would either be straining to hold my breath at awkward times, waiting for instructions... or breathing faster than I wanted to in order to catch up. It got a bit frustrating. But, that's how it goes sometimes. It was still good. I did feel a bit of a pain in my hip today, that's been a big limitation for me. My range of motion in my hips and pain in my hip flexors specifically. I'm pretty sure the problem is that my abs and back muscles are way out of shape and my hips are compensating, but at this point it just feels like a whole body problem. Beyond the frustration of it all, that sharp pain was a bit concerning. But it was just momentary and didn't happen again, so I'm not going to linger on that concern.
I finished up my sister in law's present. I hopped in the shower. I was going to cut my hair, that was my plan, but I ran short on time. Guess why? Got distracted. Big surprise. But I was not just on-time for my dinner with my brother, sister in law and nephew, I was actually 10 minutes early. I was the first person there.
I was... well... I felt horribly out of place. I have been living in poverty for a long time. I mean... a weird contemporary amalgamation of poverty and luxury. Like... I have a drawing tablet for art stuff... but my clothes are almost all 10 years old and I can't remember the last time I ate out. I haven't gotten a haircut by someone other than myself since Obama was in office. I mean, the people at the front desk or whatever, podium? What the fuck do you call that? XD Were wearing suits and ties and shit. I don't even remember the last time I've seen someone wearing a suit and tie. Maybe my brother's wedding? Just... fish out of water feeling. I didn't want to go inside, get this, I was afraid they would think I was homeless and trying to like steal peoples' food or get inside somewhere warm. Yeah. Totally don't have an anxiety and depression problem, folks.
But I did go in, I chilled for a bit and met up with them when they got there and... they brought a friend, too. Which was a surprise, I was really not expecting it. A female friend, around our age. My guess would be that she is a little older than me, but she seemed really nice and kind, attractive. Fine, I'll get into it already. Here's my problem, as I lectured myself in the kitchen after I got home. I romanticize. Not just... romantically, but like... even with friends and stuff. I've mentioned this before but it was super glaringly obvious for me today. I see like two things in common and I go "wow, this is the one, huh." My brain is going really fast on this one, I'm having trouble keeping up with my thoughts. Because this is the exact problem I had with my ex. I saw that we had a few things in common - which we actually didn't, she just showed an interest in what I was passionate about and hid all her interests and life from me, super healthy - and I wasn't even really that physically attracted to her, and I just said "screw it". I don't want to make it sound all horrible, because we did have some good times and we did become good friends for a bit there, but... the things that I overlooked were pretty critical, were glaringly obvious from the very start and were the inevitable downfall of the relationship. So I'm just... I mean... protective brain kicks in in the background. PTSD brain. That goes... "be careful, dogg". "You sure?" "Do you really feel this way or is this just because she's the first single female you've seen in person in like 3+ years after being in prolonged extreme isolation?" And let me clarify, this wasn't even lust or love, this was just over like genuine interest in being friends. And I'm having this kind of thought process. My brain stampedes off to... "what if we end up sleeping together and it doesn't work out and it gets super awkward and she's obviously good friends with my brother and his wife so like... do I really want to jeopardize that?" And at this point, I'm even struggling to remember her name! My brain is fucking annoying sometimes.
To be honest, that thought-train didn't really kick into full gear until the end of dinner and the walk back. Especially the walk back. Because we all said goodbye and we hugged, mostly because my sister in law hugged me and it was just sort of a thing. And she was asking if I was "a hugger" as she approached and I just sorta went with it because I will take all the physical affection I can fucking get, it is like someone offering you coffee on the house in the morning, good god, you really think I'm gonna turn that down?! And as she was approaching she was saying, "you know, with Covid and all..." as we hugged. And it just passed right through me. And as I walked back home, it hit me. And I was just like... dude... I got my two shots back in like... 2021? Yeah, May 2021. And I haven't gotten a single booster. I didn't even really leave the house since then. And it's been on my mind big time lately with all the social pressures to go out and reintegrate in society again. I think it's a big factor holding me back with going out and doing shit. And I just had this feeling like... like I just had sex without a condom. You know? And I hate that, because I didn't feel that way with my sister-in-law and she is a doctor. Like, she's in close contact with sick people constantly. And we were just in a somewhat crowded restaurant. But yeah. I feel rude for having had that thought directed specifically at her. But, in my defense... it was physical intimacy. With someone that I was attracted to. Without using prophylaxis. And that's a very unique feeling. And I'm pretty sure it was the catalyst that set off that whole PTSD alert bells thing. Because it's waaaaay too easy to peer pressure me into being unsafe by dangling affection in front of me, and I have needed to work on that for a while now. It's just like... how do you practice when you're only looking for "the one"? Ugh, it's a whole thing.
So... that was unexpected. Not bad at all, and possibly a new friend in the area. She was interested in getting into wire-wrapping stones, she had tried it before and couldn't get it to work, so there's an icebreaker right there. And she's into yoga too, but I'm... I'm very bad at it, to be honest. I give it my all, but it's definitely embarrassing and I'm self conscious about it. Even if we're just friends, I'm 100% open to hanging out, it might actually be much easier that way for me. Think I'm getting ahead of myself much? But, I didn't get her number or anything, we just all said goodbye and went separate ways. So... I guess we'll see how it plays out from here. I'm not gonna stress it anymore tonight.
I met my nephew. He's a riot! We had the whole... he got upset when he first met me thing, which happens sometimes and I'm pretty sure I've had it happen to me before? Either way, I didn't take it personally and he sat next to me at the table and I got to chill with him. Spending a huge amount of time with animals helped me a lot in understanding how to communicate and interact with children of that age. They seem like they're even less "there" than like... adult cats and shit. But constantly thinking, always thinking. You can tell. I feel like cats and dogs don't think as often as we do, as frequently, you know? But yeah, I have been really priding myself in my ability to communicate with animals pretty clearly and openly, even animals I have just met for the first time. This was the next level, and it was really cool to have body language conversations and see him start to mimic my behaviors and sorta... invent games. Like he did this thing where he turned his head away and then looked back, so I would do the same and make a shocked YouTuber face and he'd laugh. Then he'd repeat it by turning his head again, like he was pressing a button on a machine or something, like it only took 2 or 3 times for him to learn that if he turned his head, I would turn mine too. Such a quick learning curve, crazy. It was so nice. Though, I was quickly reminded of how long it had been since I last was around an infant. Reminded by myself, of course... I wouldn't shut up about it.
Do you know how awkward it is to... try to avoid explaining how you used to be someone's godfather? Like... trying to tell someone you were in the military without saying you were dishonorably discharged? Or say you went to Yale, but avoid mentioning that you failed out? Something like that. I'm sure they didn't notice at all, my inner broadcaster/streamer/radio host comes out and takes care of the dialogue when that happens. I have to trust he knows what he's doing there. --- My cat is quietly snoring next to me, it distracted me. She's been adorable tonight, just sleeping and cuddling.
But yeah, I just really wanted to share my experience of being a father figure. It was incredibly short-lived, only a few months, but it was one of my most proud and just like... in-the-right-place moments I've had in life. And that was like... I want to say maybe 9 years ago? I don't know, I can't process time anymore. Maybe 10? I just really like sharing the story of how the original Twilight Zone episodes helped her fall asleep and were something entertaining for me to watch. That memory, the black and white screen and tin-can sounding audio, the taste of red Monster Ultra and White Chocolate Macadamia Nut Clif Bars, the smell of... all of those chaotic home smells when you have an infant in the house. It was a really important time in my life, and I like to share it with others. I like to relive it, and I want that time to be of value to others, too. So, I tried to suggest it to my brother in case he had trouble getting his son to nap. Just trying to be helpful. But I'm sure some psychologists out there would probably have some words about that, with their speculative whatever, as though the kid can even process what's on the screen.
Aaaaanyway. That was a lot. That was like... my first time going out into the world and being a normal person eating dinner out in a restaurant since well before the pandemic. And, to be honest, I didn't really miss it. Like... I never really liked it in the first place. It's loud. There are tons of people. It's sensory overload for me. Too many lights, too much movement, too many sounds, people completely disregarding personal space, shit like that. I really prefer dinners at home. Like, I mean this, if we just got the same furniture as the restaurant and put it in my place, then I picked up the food for takeout and we ate at my place, I would have liked it much more. I would have enjoyed the experience more. I think. Though, to be fair, when in a super overstimulating environment like that, it offers me many more outs for getting distracted. Like it seems like it's more socially acceptable for me to be staring off at the ceiling or something in an environment like that. But yeah.
That leaves me with... the vaccination thing. And I think I'm gonna go ahead and do it. Just get rid of that fucking anxiety. I might feel sick and shit for a few days? I don't think I did with the initial shots. That way it's just done, and I can go to the rock shop or the used furniture store and stop worrying about it. I have enough to worry about already.
Oh, yeah, last bit. I went ahead and shaved my head when I got home. I got this new headclipper that's circular, it's supposed to be specially designed for the uniform buzzcut that I've been doing the past year. And... it's not great. I mean, it's wireless which is fucking spectacular. And it cuts in all directions, which is crazy. But it doesn't do good with detail work, so I still need to use the old set of clippers. And I stupidly was trying to trim my beard with it and hit the wrong angle and trimmed it really short right at my chin, so I had to level the rest of it really short to even it out. My beard hasn't been this short in a while. It's a nice change, but like... unexpected. Don't know why I felt it was so important to share that, but yeah. New look, new role as uncle, new friend, new neighborhood, new dining experience. Lots of new.
OH and I got my ceramic tumbling medium so... there's a white noise hum in my apartment again! The tumbler is back up and running, stage 2 of the grind has begun. I'll check in on it in about... 2-3 days. But something tells me I'm going to sleep much better with that in the background. OH and I was talked into ordering wireless headphones - I got a good recommendation for headphones that will work well for sleep and for skating, so I'm stoked about that.
OH and I got to talk about the whole car situation and local alternatives like... ride-shares? Or something? I probably sound like a fucking coma patient to people from the city, but this stuff is all brand sparkling new to me. So like... I can pay a monthly fee and if i need a car to like... take my cat to the vet? Or go somewhere I don't feel like skating? I can just... take a designated car? Or something? I need to look into this. Because I am goddamn done with this rental car bullshit, I swear, that thing is gonna need neglect repairs from how little I use it, and I'm really getting really tired of waiting for my car to not be repaired. I'll just sell it to them, pocket the cash, buy a OneWheel and do this rideshare or whatever thing. Fuck it. And just get groceries delivered or some shit. Every time I entertain the idea, I really hope I'm not hobbling myself with it, but fuck it. Gotta shit or get off the pot with these things, or else some dealership will drain your bank account renting you a car for months at a time without calling to check in with you at all.
GRR. Done thinking about that shit. Good vibes. Hmm...
My sister in law loved the gift, and I mean... like... genuinely did. She's very bubbly and extroverted, but I heard a very different tone come out. That's why I love those pieces, that kind of thing. A handmade piece of artwork, or craftwork or whatever. It's something very special. It is not innately valuably expensive, like diamonds or a tech gadget or something. It's personal. It's handmade, hand-crafted specifically for someone. It has a really different effect. This piece, I harvested the stone from the earth itself. I broke the quartz free. I tumbled it over the course of over a month. I handpicked two pieces, deliberately paired, and hand-wrapped it with her in mind. Then made a custom inlay for the display box I ordered for it, hung it on a hand-made chain, and added in a sorta... plaque? Card? With a cutout section of a mandala on it. I was going to put black lettering over the brown mandala design, but I actually liked just having the mandala on it, so I left it. Seeing her genuine reaction to this, hearing the shift in her voice, seeing the change in her expression. That was very special to me. It made me feel like I was succeeding in doing a big part of my purpose on this planet.
My purpose is a hard one to define, because it's multifaceted, many of ours are, you know? But like... as far as profession goes... I am a creative. And my job, my purpose, is to express my perception of reality. To speak, to share. To express the way that I view the world, to share my perspective with others. So writing this journal has been absolutely crucial to my creative process, without this lifeline, my creativity would very likely have ebbed over the past few months. But I do struggle not only with getting my perspective to manifest effectively as... physical projects. As visual art. Most of my pieces lately have barely made it out of concept stage, or have been writing or musical. But I also struggle with the big one. (at least for me.) Connecting with people. Resonating. Online, it's very hard - near impossible - to tell if you're really resonating with someone. If they're feeling it. But today, I witnessed someone authentically resonate with what I created. It might not have been her exactly experiencing what I experience when this creative spark pops into my brain, that fascination and excitement, that awe. But it's definitely similar. And that echo. That magical inspiration spark of "oh WOW." Or "oh, holy shit, I get this, this speaks to me." I feel like that's a huge part of my purpose that's been missing. Like I have to not just find the spark, and grab the spark, and do the spark justice, but my goal is also to --- I'm having trouble wording this --- pass on the spark to others, echo it, elicit it within them. Not by my own coaxing or manipulation, but by their own genuine intrigue and openness to the beauty of the experience of life. I feel like, to be truly, fully successful, I need to not only do my inspiration justice through my developed tools, but my work needs to inspire people in turn, or at very least elicit in them powerful, visceral feelings/emotions. Easy, right? No pressure.
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Hmmm, it's an interesting question to mull over, but for me personally, I don't think it's that it would have been less painful, but more like the audience would have dealt with a different sort of pain? Filmania!Kim’s characterization was more loyal to the book, and in the book, Kim and Chay’s issues were different compared to what they dealt with in BOC’s adaptation. Believe it or not, despite Filmania!Kim’s fuckboi appearance and from the crumbs we saw of him in the OG 9-min trailer, Kim remains pretty steadfast throughout the time we see him in the novel, a lot more than Kinn is at least.
In fact, when Kinn finds out that Kim and Chay are becoming close, he's hella nervous, not necessarily because they’re becoming close, but because he’s afraid of getting in trouble with Porsche. He describes that Kim “is a good person, but he flirts to death!” The one time Chay suspects him of cheating, it’s only because Chay dreamt about it and got all paranoid, not because Kim actually did. Lol
If I were to describe book!Kim, he’s almost an amalgamation of WWX and HC as San Lang from MXTX’s works, if you’re familiar with them. He’s sly, cunning, a bit of a trickster, but also quite playful and accommodating of Chay’s needs when the latter moves into the compound. Filmania!Kim’s appearance tends to be misleading, so a lot of people in turn tend to think his character would have been more unhinged/problematic than BOC!Kim, whereas I think it’s actually the other way around.
But in the book, they’re more cutesy than anything else, which I think was what Filmania was going for when they did the promo for their series:
But as you said, It’s conjecture because Filmania!KinnPorsche was scrapped, alas. Still, it’s a fun little thought experiment~
Would it have hurt less if we got Filmania's Kimhan instead?
I just feel like Filmania's Kimhan would have gone through an extensive character redemption arc before I could accept him as Chay's love interest. BOC's Kimhant never really felt malicious. He is rough around the edges but his heart is in the right place. His flaws just reveals how young he is and how much he loves his family that he is willing to sacrifice everything he has even if it were his only solace.
This is all conjecture of course since we never got to know Filmania's Kimhan but BOC's Kimhan just really made me feel like I want punched in the throat every time I am reminded that in the end, he lost the only thing that truly loved him, not the Mafia prince, not WIK, but as Kim.
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Scaramouche X Reader
WARNING: mentions of (nearly) sexual assault
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A/N: I seem to have more angst/comfort ideas for genshin but I'm not sure why...also, I'm on holiday in a foreign country! I have no work and I'll probably spend all my nights on Tumblr after exploring the city in the day, so please please please send in some requests! I'm bored and although they might take some time, they might help me get back into writing more regularly. I'm pretty sure this is gender neutral but if I made a mistake, feel free to tell me. This has NOT been checked for any errors (I'll get around to it at some point).
I'm not sure if Scaramouche is ooc, since he doesn't say anything that nice in the game or in any official works, but I definitely think he has the capacity for it. And I like soft Scar <3.
If at any point you feel uncomfortable, PLEASE DO NOT READ ON. I felt a little icky after writing the assault bit so do not force yourself to read any further or read at all. I do not want to make anyone reading this unhappy. Any victims of sexual assault or harassment, I hope you heal
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Keep walking. Just keep walking. Get home as fast as possible.
Avoid dark spots, avoid all people, avoid secluded areas. Just get home now.
That's what you told yourself after it happened. Archons, you didn't even know how you should feel. Ashamed? Angry? Disgusted? Upset? Confused? Afraid? The amalgamation of these emotions just made everything worse. You felt sick to your stomach. You wanted to cry and scream and vomit and disappear all at the same time.
You felt like you were covered in grime and you don't even know how you managed to get away. You should've done something, anything! But in the moment, you couldn't.
Your day had started normally. You went to the Adventurer's Guild in Inazuma, doing your commissions and taking up a few extra quests to help people out. Even though you were walking home later than normal, you didn't think much of it. Until somehow, you lost your way. In the dark, things became a little more vague and confusing, so you ended up taking a left and ending up in a dark alleyway between two dimly lit buildings.
You walked through, lost in your own thoughts, until you heard some chuckling and some incoherent remarks made by someone exiting one of the buildings out a back door and into the alleyway.
Glancing up, you saw that the person was a man - quite tall and well built with flushed cheeks: he was clearly not sober. You paid him no mind, staring at the ground as you continue to walk, determined to get home to see your boyfriend, Scaramouche. Though he wasn't one to worry, knowing that you could handle yourself, you did want to see him as soon as possible.
"Well, what do we have here?" The man asked, and you looked up at him again, tilting your head in confusion but staying silent.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" He asked, a suspicious smirk on his face.
"I'm going home." You said firmly, not wanting to give him any ideas.
"Oh? A handsome young thing like you, going home all by themselves? Let me walk you, I promise I don't bite." He continued, clearly not getting the hint.
"I'm alright, but thank you for the off--"
"Stop being such a fucking tease! Wearing an outfit like that, you're begging for it." He pinned you against the wall despite your attempt to politely refuse any moves he tried to make. He caught your arms above your head and harshly shoved one of his legs between yours.
"Don't like to me, hon, you know you want this." He whispered huskily. You had fought countless hilichurls, abyss mages and monsters far more intimidating and dangerous than that man that day, but you couldn't seem to move. All you could manage was a fearful 'please, don't do this'. Struggling was futile, for some reason you couldn't escape his grasp. You had fought beasts ten times this man's size but violating you like this? It made you break.
He gripped you harshly and even managed to kiss your neck a couple times, making the tears stream down your face uncontrollably, until he heard some voices. You recognised them immediately: members of the Adventurer's Guild. He must be known it too because he stopped as soon as he heard, offering you a sickening grin and scuttling away before you could react.
"We'll finish this some other time, sweetheart. I promise."
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You didn't get any help from the Adventurer's Guild members who you heard, instead opting to rush home as soon as possible, trying to figure out what to do next.
The only solution in your mind was to crawl into your lover's arms and tell him what had happened. You didn't want anyone else to know - you know you could trust Scaramouche and you knew he would help you.
But he didn't.
You got home and wiped your tears before entering the house, hoping to look somewhat presentable despite having experienced such an impactful event. You dropped your belongings carelessly, not flinging at the loud sound they made as they hit the floor. You immediately made your way to the guest room Scaramouche had turned into an office of sorts, for him to work on Fatui business. The bedroom door was open and empty and he was nowhere to be found on the first floor, so that was the only other place he could've been. You were relieved to see him sitting at the desk, deep in thought with some maps and other sheets of paper laid out in front of him.
"Scar, I--"
"Not now, (Y/N), I'm busy." He said hot even bothering to look up at your frazzled and shattered state.
"I know but, please, Scar. While I was--"
"If you know that I'm busy, why enter in the first place? I'm working. Leave me alone." He said harshly. You didn't say anything, instead opting to nod silently and close the door. Since this was the first time you had experienced this pain and discomfort from being touched and defiled in such a way, you decided that maybe you should put it aside. After all, maybe it was something so jarring. Maybe it didn't matter. Maybe Scaramouche's nonchalance was justified. In a twisted way, you blamed yourself for overreacting and decided to just forget about the incident. If it didn't mean enough for Scaramouche to even look at you, it clearly wasn't something worth fretting over. You were just exaggerating, right?
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You tried you absolute hardest not to let the incident bother you, but you unknowingly started changing your habits to prevent what had occurred from happening to you again.
"Wearing an outfit like that, you're begging for it..."
You started wearing less revealing clothing, going as far as wearing gloves at some point and covering your neck with collars and scarves through the hot weather.
"We'll finish this some other time, sweetheart. I promise."
Initially, you just avoided dark or secluded places, even when you were with other people, but eventually, you were too scared to leave home at all. You didn't leave the confines of your small garden and if someone passed by, you would quickly hide yourself away. When Scaramouche had unknown guests and colleagues over, you would hide in your bedroom and make him promise not to mention you or acknowledge your existence in the slightest.
You even started taking longer showers and refused to bathe with Scaramouche, confusing him since you used to enjoy it so much. But you wouldn't let him see you in such a vulnerable state now that you were contaminated. You didn't want him to know that you had been tarnished in such a vulgar way, and you spent long moments scrubbing at the parts the stranger had touched. You were worried that Scaramouche would blame you for being assaulted - because in a sick way you thought it was your fault, despite having been nothing wrong. You had twisted the story in your mind to make it seem like you were responsible for the crime committed against you.
Eventually, Childe had to visit for business purposes, but you had become good friends with the eleventh Fatui Harbinger since he was friends with-- well, he and Scaramouche had a relationship, to say the least.
"So where's (Y/N)? Normally they're all over you and making you as embarrassed at possible." Childs grinned, and Scaramouche just frowned and narrowed his eyes.
"They're in our room. They don't really want to see anyone right now." Scaramouche said. Even though you told him not to mention you anymore, since you were so hellbent on avoiding all human interaction, he thought it would be okay to tell Childe. He was your friend too, after all.
"Is something wrong? What happened?" Childe asked, concern in his eyes.
"I don't know. They've been avoiding everyone, including me. They barely talk to me and insist on sleeping downstairs." Scaramouche confessed.
"Let me talk to them."
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Childe exited your room after hearing what to had to say, and he was disturbed and sympathetic, at the very least. Scaramouche saw his wide-eyed, grim expression when he exited the room and immediately had questions.
"What?" Scaramouche asked.
"I'll come back tomorrow to continue our work." Childs said, referring to the business he originally came for.
"But we have to--"
"Scar?" Scaramouche stopped all his trains of thought and turned to the sound of your voice. It was hoarse but still as beautiful as ever. He knew you had been crying from your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
"I think you have other matters to take care of." Childe winked, before giving Scaramouche an informal two-fingered salute and showing himself out.
As soon as the door closed, Scaramouche turned his attention to you, not coming too close in case you didn't want to be near him.
"Yes, Love?" He asked, more concerned than you had ever seen him.
"Can I talk to you? If you're busy, that's okay, it's not that impor--"
"I'm not busy." He shook his head, and you offered him a sad and grateful smile before sitting on the edge of the bed while he took a seat on a nearby chair.
"So, uhm, a couple of days ago I was walking home and I kind of got lost...so I tried taking this alleyway and--" You stopped yourself, meeting Scaramouche's attentive gaze before continuing.
"There was a guy. And he-- he t-touched me. I-- I didn't know what to do. I could've easily fought back but I just got scared and froze up because that's never happened to me before and he kept saying that I wanted him-- but I didn't! I swear, I didn't. I know it sounds bad since I didn't stop him but I really tried, I just couldn't. And he started k-kissing me...here," You gestured to the spots on your neck that you could still feel being violated.
"And I felt so horrible and he didn't go any further because some people were coming, so I ran home. I-I...I didn't know what to do but I felt like I should tell you because I thought you would help me, but you said you were busy so I just-- It-tried to brush it off but I just couldn't get it out of my head! And before I got away, he told me that he'd come back and finish me off and so I didn't want to go outside anymore in case I ran into him. And I started to cover up since he said I was asking for it because of what I was wearing and then I just got scared and I felt dirty. I tried so hard to forget and clean myself but it kept coming back-- I can still feel him on me! I hated it, I still hated it! You have to believe me, I wasn't trying to get him to notice me, I just..." You broke down after finishing what you had to say. You had already been crying since you told Childe, but now you were choking out sobs and your face was drenched. Scaramouche stood up from his chair and sat next to you on the bed, a safe distance away just in case you still weren't comfortable with being touched.
"I believe you. I know you're not like that." Scarsmocuhe started calmly. In all honesty, he wanted to interrupt you as soon as you said that this man approached you. His blood was boiling and he was ready to murder this man for you but kept himself in check because you didn't need senseless violence or revenge right now, you needed comfort. What hurt him the most was that you were blaming yourself because he didn't bother listening to what you had to say on what was probably the worst day of your life.
"It's not your fault you were touched like that. You are not to blame, at all. I-- I should've listened to you when you came to me - as soon as I turned you say I thought something was wrong but I didn't bother asking about it. That's entirely my fault." He admitted, which surprised you. It took Scaramouche a lot to admit his mistakes, but for you? He didn't care. You constantly put up with his sour attitude, he can definitely listen to you and admit he was wrong.
"You sure? Because I still--"
"I'm sure." He said simply.
"But why did you start avoiding me?" He asked, wanting to understand the situation entirely.
"Well, because..." You started, unsure if he would get angry if you told him. While you were contemplating, he offered you an encouraging expression. It wasn't a smile, but it was more than enough to put you at ease.
"I didn't want you to think I was tainted. Of course, you wouldn't want to be near me after that had happened." You sighed, wiping up the last of your tears.
"You really are an idiot, you know?" He said, but after seeing the clueless and almost hurt look on your face, he immediately wanted to take it back. He didn't mean to be insensitive, he just...well, he often explained positive emotions with his very wide negative vocabulary.
"No, I didn't-- uhm..." He mentally cursed himself for not knowing what to say, but you didn't interrupt him and made a small gesture for him to keep going.
"What I mean to say was, I don't think that you're tainted or anything like that. And I still...want to be...near you-- eugh!" He pretended to be grossed out at his own words in true Scaramouche fashion, but he knew you knew he didn't really mean it and was beyond delighted when he saw you giggle at his facial expression.
He sighed and acted angry as he opened his arms ever so slightly. You noticed the movement and quirked an eyebrow when he hesitated.
"Is it okay if I come closer?" Scaramouche asked, unsure if you wanted to be touched after the incident.
Your heart swelled at his care and then you slowly watched as he stiffly wrapped his arms around you comfortingly. Although you had hugged and cuddled on countless occasions, he still wouldn't stop being so robotic unless you did something. It made you laugh and he pulled away slightly to glare at you, so you decided to just pull him back in and hug back.
And when you relished in the touch of another human being, the touch of the person you love, you began to cry. The last time anyone willingly touched you was in that alleyway, and so to have someone be so gentle with you and have no bad intentions, you were overwhelmed with emotion.
Scaramouche must've felt your tears staining his clothing and skin, and quickly pulled away with poorly hidden concern in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" He asked, but you just continued to sob and nod.
"I love you!" You choked out. He sighed and gently patted your back.
"I...love you too." He said, before making another expression of mock disgust. He slowly moved to hold both your wrists in his hand and kiss down to your neck, pulling you into his lap with your legs straddling one of his.
You soon realised that he was covering up the placed the stranger had touched you with his own ministrations, effectively replacing the grime you felt you gained after the incident. After you came to that conclusion and Scaramouche was done, he didn't meet your eye, blushing profusely. It was justified since he didn't usually initiate any kind of affection acts, but you just cupped his jaw and kissed his cheek, smiiling at him with purity and a newfound confidence in the both of you.
"Thank you, Scar."
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[Re]Fused Character Spotlight #3: Fsh
A true force to be reckoned with, the fusion of Sans and Undyne is usually only seen when they have no other options and absolutely have to get something done or people will get hurt. Combining Undyne’s willpower with Sans’ wits, Fsh is a tough opponent that is every bit as intimidating as they look.
Accepts any pronouns, but usually uses they/them
Blunt, direct, doesn’t talk much. Can seem unfriendly when they have work to do, but really cares a lot deep down. Not so dour they can’t have any fun; proud of what they can do, they’re given to a little showing off and bragging on occasion, and they like to see others smile.
Due to the circumstances they usually fuse under, tends to have a single goal and is driven to pursue it to the end. Un-fuses when that goal is achieved.
Looks bulky and is physically strong, but is skeletal underneath their clothing.
Has DT. Not enough to control the timeline, but enough to remember a reset, and risk melting if Undyne pushes them too hard. (If they did melt, they would become inseparable—an amalgamate.)
Post separation, Undyne usually feels okay, if a little weary, but Sans is sore all over and has very low energy for the next several days, up to a few weeks. This may frustrate Papyrus, but he knows his brother can’t be pushed into recovering any faster.
Bad at healing magic.
Spear teleportation: they can throw a spear and shortcut to wherever it makes contact. Useful when exact coordinates of the destination are unknown.
Scary voice is really scary.
More expressive than Sans, but less expressive than Undyne.
Truly one-eyed—though Sans can see with unlit sockets just fine, Fsh can only see out of their left. Somehow, it doesn’t seem to affect their depth perception.
Battle style: Overwhelming power. Fast attacks, gaster blasters that shoot a single powerful bolt at a time. As likely to use ranged as melee, their bone attacks take the form of bones sharpened to a fine point at one end. Uses fewer shortcuts than Comic Papyrus, but still dodges.
Not something Fsh knows, but a fun fact about their blaster: the design is based on Dunkleosteus, a type of armored prehistoric fish that was likely the top predator about 350 million years ago. It seemed fitting to use a fish known for having giant bladed teeth and ‘dunk’ in its name :3
-Headcanons based on @radibe5’s thoughts:
The one situation they’ll fuse in that isn’t a matter of life or death? The chance to prank, annoy, or otherwise mess with people in ways Sans and Undyne couldn’t do better on their own. Relies more on shock humor and pranks than puns, and given to sneaking up on people to scare them.
When given the chance, they love eating junk food, the worse for them the better. Grillby’s is a favorite, but not all they’re willing to try. Papyrus hates it. Most people hate it. But that only inspires Fsh further. May be left with the magical equivalent of a stomachache (since they don’t have a physical stomach), but always says it was worth it.
Only they get to mess with Papyrus—woe to anyone foolish enough to actually hurt Papyrus in any significant way while Fsh is around. It’s a fast track to having daggers glared at you until you feel your sins crawling down your back…
x2 combo of not telling people things so they don’t worry/get hurt...
#undertale au#[re]fused fusion au#undertalethingem writes#undertalethingem's art#it's a simple design but i hope it gets the point across#wow i have more notes on them than anyone else so far =u=;;
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