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wisecrackingeric-2 · 8 months

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SPOILERS FOR SEPERATE WAYS UNDER CUT N O T OPEN IT IF YOU DONT WANNA SEE EM!!!!!!!!

Here’s my little tiny exploration of Luis’ character because it is my god-given duty to pull him apart and analyse him

• Ok so first off………. THE OPENING SCENE??????????? Oh my god there’s S O MUCH TO TALK ABT. Yes Luis dancing is hot as SHIT but also???????? He was about to get TORTURED and MURDERED and he STILL decided to have fun with it and do a lil dance?????? That’s so!!!!!!!!!! He wants to live out his fantasies right until the end!!!!! He truly does think his confidence can get him anywhere!!!!!!! And then when the dance ends he’s READY TO FISTFIGHT THE MONKS?????? NO WEAPONS HES FULLY ABIUT TO GO FISTFIGHT THEM???? He KNOWS it’s a loosing battle but he’s gonna fight tooth and nail to the very end!!!!!!!!!!!

• Also when he turns to face the person who was also dying in the cell and says “this next dance is for you brother” and we get a close up of his face……….. god it hurts to know that that was a person. Somebody who was beautiful in their own right and maybe even somebody who meant something to Luis. Even in the face of death Luis sees the beauty in it ARGHGAGWHSGSB

• Also also I’m sure SOMEBODY could find meaning behind the Flamenco (somebody more knowledgeable in Spanish culture than me) but I’ve heard some people say it symbolises capture and death???? CAPCOM HOW DARE YOU HURT ME SO

• I LOVE that we get to see a more relaxed side of Luis around Ada and less of his flirtiness and damn. It’s so obvious he and Leon are in Love. He’s trying soooooooo hard to impress Leon every time they talk by being super flirty with him and then whenever he’s with Ada he’s a total nerd he’s soooooooooooooo in love w that blonde twink

• GODDAMN THAT FIRE SCENE. WHAT I S N T THERE TO TALK ABOUT??????? First of all the paralells between his childhood where he watched his grandfather die in a fire?????? Also he FULLY RAN INTO A BURNING BUILDING AND ALMOST DIED J U S T TO GET LEON HIS MEDICINE????????????? HE CARES ABOUT LEON SM I WANNA RIP SOMETHING APART. He didint wanna see Leon die in the same way his Grandfather did because he couldn’t save his Grandfather back then!!!!!!!!!!! He wants to make things right!!!!!! HE WAS LITERALLY ON HIS HANDS AND LNEES CRYING I CANT I CANT

• Also ADA CARES ABT LUIS SM,,,,,,,, SHE RAN INRO A BURNING BUILDING TO SAVE HIM AND MAKE SURE HE DIDINT DIE,,,, THE BESTIES EVAH

• godDAMN that scene where Luis heals Ada?????? I LOVE that we see him hesitate for a good solid few seconds on wether or not he should run away from her or stay,,, wether or not he should go back to his usual habits of running away from the people he loves or stay to help,,,, ANS HE STAYS TO HELP BECAUSE HE CARES ABY ADA AND ALSO??? ADA BEING LIKE “leave me here……… besides…… you’ve got a promise to keep……..” OOOOOOOUGGHHH SHE KNOWS,,,, SHE KNOWS HOW MUCH LEON MEANS TO HIM I CANNOG RN also that lil apothecary thing he had was sooooo gender of him

•OH MY GOD HIS DEATH SCENE WHERE HE CALLS HER?????????????? I don’t remember EXACTLY what he said and I’d have to comb through like hours of footage to find it again but,,,,,. THE FACT THAT HE CALLED HER TO SAY GOODBHE????? HE CARES ABOUT HER RIGHT UMTIL THE END?????? AND HE CALLS HIMSELF HER ‘Good Samaritan’ IN THE SAME WAY HE CALLS HIMSELF DON QUIXOTE TO LEON AOAOAISAUJSSOSISKS,,,,,, and then he’s like “sorry I’ve gotta go Leon needs my help ;)” OUGH,,,,, I’m gonna reference another post from my mutual but it’s so sad that Luis got to spend the rest of his life with Leon but not the other way round………………..

• I’m so glad we got to see more of Luis and more of his personality when he’s not tryna swoon the blonde twink he’s in love with BXNSBEHEJXIAIS he feels like such a deep and real human being especially whenever he interacts with Ada and I just,,,,,,,,,, sigh. He’s my favourite character for a reason. 10/10 no notes

• Edit: also the parallels between Luis calling himself Ada’s ‘Good Samaritan’ and Leon his Sancho like AAAAAAAAAA???? You could pick apart the meaning and argue abt how good samaritans are usually friends and Sancho is a code word for Gay Lover in a lot of old fashioned Spanish bars like how ‘friends of Dorothy’ was but ANSNWUENDUNXXUNDDHXN SHUT UP I can’t rn

•Also I’m SURE you could pull some symbolism from the bugs and from Luis having an apothecary as catholic self-exorcism and how ‘science is the roof of all evil’ and Luis is using it to help others etc etc etc……….

Also if anyone else finds anything abt luis lore wise like how you have to find a picture of his grandfather or of him with Umbrella in the original PLEEEEAAAAASSSWE SHOW ME I NEED MORE LUIS BACKSTORY I NEED IT IN MY VEINS

• ALSO ALSO EDIT: the fact that one of the ingredients for his cure are butterfly wings???? And butterflies symbolise CHANGE????? HIS ENTIRE ARC IS ABT CHANCE??????? I’m actually gonna be sick.

#ericswriting #serennedy #luis sera #luis serra

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candiedspit · 5 months

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hi ! we haven’t talked in forever, but i’ve always seen you as an amazing genius/role model/very intelligent woman who has so much figured out and i think about you lots. im turning 20 soon and don’t know how to deal with it. it feels like it’s so much older and so different than 19 :( i loved being 19, innocent and still a kid. i don’t wanna be 20. how did you deal with it?

hello!! i wonder who you are...thank you so much. so, i don't have much advice because as i'm about to turn 25, i feel the same. but i wrote a letter to my brother's girlfriend when she was about to turn 20 and maybe some of that will resonate with you. i wrote:

I recall twenty as the burn victim summons the scent of gasoline as she lays in the white, stale hospital bed; caught in her cot. There she was, naked in the driveway—half drunk on monk chants, lit by the green blinking fireflies of desire which seemed to feed on her running blood, all those hands—as the brutish sun began to descend like a bomb on the horizon. All of a sudden, an ambush of light. How the heat numbed her down to only her elements; rendered her translucent.

I turned twenty in the bathroom of a poetry club downtown—slashes of graffiti on the walls, and a dirty toilet. I was still a virgin, then. I knew as much about the world as an infant is capable of registering noise. But twenty was a glittering mirage in my eye. I had plans. I was going to rule the world, inch by disgusting inch.

But as February—that pink month in which I still found Valentine’s Cards on the street discarded like banana peels even days after the holiday—came to a shut, I began to expand.

I walked on rooftops; drank when I could. I sat in class engrossed by what I perceived to be a shifting painting of snakes.

I panted in the streets. I had many visions. I went to my aunt’s house—afraid of what I might do, afraid of the animal I was sharing a cage with—and stole my uncle’s pills from the plastic container on the counter, not caring what they were or what they could do to me. I was hospitalized the next morning, convinced the nurse had x-ray vision. I lost my mind. I was not afraid.

I did my time on the psycho wing—meddled with the characters—a girl sporting a large bruise beneath her eyes—sent out enchanted emails—watched Molly at the piano—ate spaghetti with spoons made out of paper—a nurse at the end of my bed as I slept— the quiet room—I took the pills.

A lifetime can be spent chasing. And even then, you are never promised the catch.

After funeral, I spent the summer wading in and out of insanity—carrying my black trenchcoat of grief—daring the world to fuck with me—swimming in the muddied waters of Galveston, drunk on gin and breath and salt—thrashing in front of the mirror—having epiphanies as one has meals—cutting my hair again and again—I could never lose myself—I always followed—being wheeled around in the theme park—a thousand red lights—watching the ceiling breathe—words chasing their tails in my head—a halo of bleach.

And then, the crazy fluorescence stuck. For eight weeks, I moved through the world like a knife on fire. A cowboy coated in oil slick and magic.

Daniel Johnston died; I kept moving. Almost yanking the blunt out of a kid’s mouth simply because I could. Magical walks at night; the moon like a blooming anus above my exploding head. Going up and down the stairs between classes; blonde pig on amphetamine; Jesus in the Dunkin’ Donuts; whispers of legacy.

All this to say — there is a way to live.

Some people live through imagination; in fantasies, protected by spirits and smoke and powders. Others get through the days naked. How you decide to cross the ocean is up to you. But, some advice.

Life is a Holocaust as much as it is a fairground. Have fun while you can. Let the light melt into your skin and your hair. Ride the carousel. Ride it twice. Hold the music, stench, magic, and knowledge, between your teeth like a bullet. Take note of everything you see. All of it matters. The man holding a cake in the line at the grocery store. The newspapers on the cart. Neon lights! How the skies dissolve each night and bleed out each morning. Cry if you have to. Do what makes you uncomfortable. Hold nothing against anyone. Brace. Being a teenager is nice but it is not real. This is the hard part. Life will come like a black stallion free from the gate and how you decide to wrangle it will become apparent very fast. Be scared. Be grateful. Be immune. You are going to make it. Brace.

#ask #hope this helps btw

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baileys-writing-desk · 2 months

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Don’t let Rulie near the Master Cycle

…or he will hit a tree.

Wild learned this the hard way.

(a gift for dalemon-99!)

Wild’s Hyrule, like many others, has a Faron Woods. And it’s the perfect place for the Champion and the traveler to take a walk together, away from the rest of the Chain.

Hyrule has taken quite a liking for mushrooms. The reddish ones are called Hylian Shrooms, Wild taught him once, and the green ones Stamina Shrooms. Each time they come across one, he kneels down to examine it, running his fingers along its smooth surface and wondering if it’s edible. It has to be, as Wild eats things like this all the time.

But the Champion seems to have another idea, as he stops at a small clearing and pulls out his Sheikah Slate.

“Do you want to see something cool?” he asks, grinning.

Hyrule’s brow furrows in confusion. What?

“Um…sure. I guess.”

Wild presses a few buttons on the slate, and soon magical blue trails of light circle nearby, not much different from the ones they see upon teleporting at a Sheikah Tower. A strange object materializes next to the two Hylians, with what looks to be two wheels and…

“What is that??” Hyrule exclaims, eyes wide.

The Champion giggles. “This is called the Master Cycle. A piece of Sheikah technology I got from beating the shit out of a monk. As you can see here-“

“Wait, hold on.” Hyrule interrupts. “ You got it from what??”

“Yeah…long story, Rulie. It’s quite amusing, remind me and I’ll tell you later.”

Knowing Wild, the traveler can’t say he’s surprised. But still. Maybe if he finds this…monk and beats him up, he can get one of these things too?

“Anyway, as you can see it has a seat, handlebars for steering, think of it as like an electric horse. It’s a new mode of transport that we call a ‘bike.’ Maybe when we’re done inspecting the shrooms here, I can demonstrate for you?”

“Yeah!!” Hyrule’s heart skips a beat, unable to contain his newfound excitement. A mode of transport? He has never seen anything like this in his life! And a thought burns into him: I wanna try!!

And oh, he wants to try so desperately. But he knows Wild wouldn’t let him.

“Ok, sounds like a plan.” The Champion smiles again before walking up to a group of Hylian Shrooms. Hyrule can barely take his eyes off the Master Cycle in all its glory. It’s as if the bike is speaking to him, asking him to come over and ride it.

Another few minutes pass as they study the clearing, with Wild taking pictures on the slate for Flora, and Hyrule has come up with a different plan. He beams from ear to ear like a young child, positioning himself in front of the Champion and close to the bike.

“Hey, see that mushroom over there?” The traveler points to the green Stamina Shroom at the base of a small tree. “Walk over and grab it, then throw it to me. I wanna try something.”

Wild briefly narrows his eyes. “…Why?”

“Just trust me on this. I’m gonna try to catch it in my mouth.”

“Rulie…” Wild sighs, but pauses when Hyrule widens his eyes like a begging puppy. “Hmph. Fine.”

The Champion turns around to fetch the mushroom. Ok, he’s distracted. Go!

Hyrule locks eyes on the bike and darts over to it, quickly hoisting himself up with legs straddled like he saw Wild do earlier. Shit. How do you start this thing??

“Hey! Rulie, no!”

Wait, yes! The right side! He slams his foot on the small piece of metal underneath it and suddenly the bike is speeding forward. “WOOOO!!” he shouts, fluffy hair whipping in the breeze as the loud whirring noise of the bike overrides whatever the Champion is yelling. Laughing out loud, Hyrule rides in a straight line through the woods, making sure to follow the path. This is AMAZING!!

His grip on the handlebars remains strong. All he needs to do is just keep the bike upright. Easy!

“HAHA! YOU CAN’T CATCH ME, WILD!!” he shrieks. “TRY TO STOP ME!”

He’ll ride all the way out of these woods, maybe through the field and back toward camp. He has the power now, he’s carefree!

…Until a large tree looms in front of him, blocking the path.

Shit!! He doesn’t know how to turn! Oh no. Oh, fuck me.

Hyrule barely has time to think as the tree draws closer; at his current trajectory he will slam right into it. I can stop, right? Just-

Wait.

He also doesn’t know how to stop.

FUCK!!

In a frenzy he jerks the handlebars to the right, hoping the bike will follow. He hasn’t thought this through, but he doesn’t have the time to with the bike still speeding faster than a dragon. Just narrowly missing the tree, he manages to turn the bike…

…smack into another tree.

Hyrule yelps as the bike crashes, and next thing he knows it is…gone?? Shit!! Now without anything to sit on, he is flung forward, crying out in pain as he hits the tree before being tossed to the ground.

He can hear Wild’s shouting coming closer as he lies there, dazed, arm throbbing from taking the brunt of the blow. Somehow he had managed to shield his face, but Hylia, that aches too. Everything hurts.

Okay, that was a BAD idea.

“HYRULE!!”

He turns his head to see the shocked Champion running to his side. “Hyrule! Are you okay?? My god!”

Bad, bad idea.

“Mhm…” he groans, rubbing his forehead. “Where’d it go…?”

“What- oh, it disintegrates whenever you crash. Learned that the hard way once too.”

“So I…broke it?” Oh no. His eyes widen as he glances up at Wild, now standing over him. “I’m so sorry-“

“No, you didn’t break it. That’s what it was made to do,” the Champion explains. “But I digress. Why in Hylia’s name did you want to ride it with no supervision!?”

Hyrule sighs. “I…I thought it would be fun.” With a grunt he pushes himself up to sitting, despite the pain in his arm. “And- it was.”

He smiles weakly at Wild, who still looks less than pleased.

“Oh, Rulie…what am I gonna do with you?” He slowly shakes his head in disbelief. “Here, can you heal yourself? Or I think I have a fairy.”

“It’s okay…I can do it.” If Wild uses his fairy on something as stupid as this…no. He won’t let that happen.

“Well, well.” Wild smirks as the traveler begins to prepare his healing magic. “I can’t wait to see the old man’s reaction when we get back!”

Hyrule gasps. “No, please- don’t tell Time! He would kill me if he finds out-“

“I mean, you’ll still be a bit drained…he might ask why. And so I can deliver.” Wild’s voice is taunting, as the Champion keeps his cheeky smile. The horrified look on Hyrule’s face must be amusing.

“Please…I can’t stand a lecture from the old man,” the traveler whines. “I’ll speak for myself…”

Just like he did before when getting Wild to agree to his little trick, he gazes up at the Champion with his puppy-dog eyes.

“Okay…fine.” Wild luckily gives in. “This can stay between you and me. But you have to promise to never pull a stunt like this again.”

Hyrule huffs. Aw, man. He loves messing around with Wild…but he would rather escape the wrath of the entire Chain and their lecturing. Especially Time.

“Yes, I promise.”

“Good.” Wild gestures to Hyrule’s injured body. “Now heal yourself up, Rulie.”

With a sigh, the traveler closes his eyes as he feels the familiar warm glow of his magic, slowly placing his hands on each of his wounds to close them. Soon the pain fades away and strength returns to his body.

#bailey writes #linked universe #lu hyrule #lu wild #cw swearing #well ofc there’s gonna be swearing this mf just hit a tree 😂#cw injury #master cycle #lmaooo poor rulie

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lesbianspeedy · 8 months

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Sorry if this is a bad question or more likely just hopeless. I’ve been trying to find a good Connor Hawke comic to read (first found out about him in Damian’s Robin solo and he and Rose were the only two things I liked besides the Robin chase but I’m a bat brat) and I’ve only read the Silver Monkey story and as I’m not a fan of Oliver Green at all (my exposure to him has in no way been positive) and I HATE Dixon and I know he’s the main writer for Connor, but I had to drop the Tim solo because of his obvious, I guess bigotry would be the right word to use here, but he is one of the three writers I refuse to let myself read anymore to try and keep my blood pressure low. Are there any Connor stories or series that exist outside of those parameters to read because I’m having 0 luck. I’m also not sure if you’re a fan of Mia or Emilio or have any go-to stories for them, but I know nothing about them and I’d like to change that if at all possible.

i understand, i do i do. while i think dixon is capable of good character writing, and he did manage to do it in connor's run, i also understand his very very obvious politics shine through all the time and it gets tiresome (at one point in his ga run he manages to write OLIVER QUEEN "both sides"ing literal nazis that he and hal fought in GL/GA). here's the best i can do for recs outside of dixon (though few and far between)

Before i start, i do wanna clarify that his character in robin is. well. pretty different from his actual pre-established character. I'm not saying you won't like him, and im genuinely begging you to give him a shot, but if youre looking for the snarky brawler type, you might be a lil thrown by the polite buddhist monk you're gonna get.

you are in luck, as his first few appearances were by kelley puckett, so if you havent already read GA vol. 2 #0, do that first! #91 and #92 are also by puckett until dixon takes over for #93, so read those if you dont mind just stopping in the middle of an arc, otherwise avoid.

now this next rec IS 1/3 written by dixon but if you can get through it, the crossover connor has with wally and kyle is enjoyable, thats Green Lantern Vol. 3 #96, GA Vol. 2 #130, and The Flash Vol. 2 #135

Connor's JLA run! JLA Vol. 1 #8-#15, #8 and #9 are specifically about connor saving and joining the league, the rest of the issues just feature him in a team setting, as, well, its the league.

if you want to read mia as well, read Green Arrow: Quiver (GA Vol. 3 #1-#10), Connor plays an important role but its almost entirely in the very last issue, and it's more about Ollie's role dynamic with him than anything else, so just read that if it tickles your fancy.

I wish i could recommend more of GA Vol. 3 for connor, unfortunately he's pretty fucking sidelined, and for every good moment theres 2 bad ones. (immediately after quiver he is shot and put in a coma for an arc, somehow this isnt the last time this happens.) Though i do recommend #11, and i think #21 is a good issue to read for ollie and him, but it also includes a pretty huge retcon to Connor and Ollie's past

Other than those, he has One-shots in Green Arrow 80th Anniversary 100-Page Super Spectacular: "One", DC Pride 2022: "Think Of Me", and DC Festival of Heroes: The Asian Superhero Celebration: "Hawke & Kong"

to answer your second question, my URL aint lesbianspeedy for nothin! Mia is what i breathe and bleed, my recs for her are here!

as for Emi, your best bets are Green Arrow Vol. 5 #18-#20, #22, #28-#34 for her origin (though read N52 green arrow at your own risk, even i havent properly read these), Green Arrow Vol. 6 #1-#7 (this may feel like a completely new character, i'm sorry, dc has a angsty characterisation problem, if you enjoy either of these characterisations, i'd recommend you keep reading said runs past my specific recs for more issues with her!) and Stargirl Spring Break Special + Stargirl: The Lost Children #1-#6

#comic recs #connor hawke #green arrow

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professorspork · 23 days

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got any fav dnd classes? or maybe just spellcaster vs martial vs mix?

all time fave class is always going to be Bard; that's my go-to in terms of like "hey we're throwing together a one-shot, wanna play?" Part of that is because I come from the Scanlan Shorthalt school of IF YOU'RE SPELLCASTING YOU'RE SINGING and I think that's the most fun at the table, but I also like the variety and ingenuity of the spell set without being locked into like. having to track extra points or anything like that.

the last character I played with regularity was a druidbarian, and I ended up mostly being the party tank which I enjoyed but might not do again. in my current campaign I'm a an aarakocra rogue and I'm VERY much enjoying getting sneak attack damage by shooting arrows from above, but we've also already started encountering enemies that are resistant to non-magical damage that's starting to bum me out, lol. the next things on my list to try are a centaur monk (HOOVES FOR UNARMED STRIKES BAYBEE) and a rogue/wizard multiclass dungeon-diving archeologist.

#dnd

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goldenheartstudios · 9 months

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I wanna talk about Hannibal Roy Bean

Disclaimer: No disclaimer this time, only spite

You see, I was writing a different rant about Xiaolin Showdown, but I was in the mood of searching and reading some posts other people made about the cartoon. You know, for funsies, and because I really love this show

And then I thought to myself: “Hey, what if I search about my favorite villain, Hannibal Roy Bean? And who knows, maybe I’ll find other people talking about the amazing dynamic between him and Raimundo, that would be neat!”

And you know what I found?

Nothing. And even worse, I saw people dissing on my vegetable boy by calling him “unnecessary” and stuff

Which left me utterly disappointed

So, I’m gonna write an analysis for the possible Hannibal (& Raimundo) fans out there, which maybe will help other people appreciate this great villain

Let’s go

The best thing to start with is his introduction. Which honestly, it’s my favorite introduction from all of the villains in the show

It gives you the expectation of being a big, strong and cool-looking foe, just like Chase was, and then it subverts that expectation with showing you that he’s actually a bean (which I personally find him cool for how creepy and unnatural he looks)

And then you see how much of a threat he can be: he’s a great actor, he’s manipulative, and he’s pretty freaking strong. His personality is also so endearing for how unapologetically cruel, deceptive, playful, and full of himself he is. From the moment he said that he’ll cover his eyes to make the fight fair for the monks won me over

And to top it all off, Chase himself tells the monks how big of a threat he is, which makes him even more interesting

He has a 10/10 introduction and you can’t deny that

And the next episode is also very good at showing the dynamic between Rai & Hannibal: they immediately start to talk back to each other, they’re paired together when each monk faces off an enemy, and Hannibal is quick to hit on Raimundo’s vulnerability by commenting on how he’s falling behind with the monks by being the last one to become an apprentice

Not only this is a great way to show a possible rivalry between the two, this also works as foreshadowing for what’s to come

Seriously, it feels like this show wants you to think of their possible relationship

The next two episodes have the role of giving the monks new weapons, a future reason for them to temporarily go to Guan’s temple (by having Hannibal stealing the treasure), and they show how Raimundo can return to bad habits (aka his tendency of isolating/closing himself off from others after a failure), by going through a humiliating defeat from Jack right after they lost the treasure the episode before this one

And then, we get to episode 46, which is another great episode of showing the dynamic between Hannibal & Raimundo: it shows how Hannibal is willing to team up with Rai (possibly because he sees potential in him), and we see how he’s being manipulative and sincere at the same time

I believe in this instance Hannibal was genuine about forming a mutually beneficial relationship with Rai, which makes sense because he’s interested in people who are cunning, capable, mischievous and with the potential of causing great damage to others. And as we know that Hannibal was watching over everyone in his cell, he saw how much damage the kid can cause when he’s on the bad side

Also, you could say that the previous episode showed Hannibal the possibility of manipulating Raimundo on his side, as the young monk fell back into a bad habit under distress

So him getting betrayed by Rai, just like Chase betrayed him in the past, was a stepping stone for his hatred and desire of revenge towards the kid

And this relationship is also interesting on Raimundo’s side in this episode: he clearly hates Hannibal’s guts and he doesn’t back down in showing attitude towards him, and at the end he shows great satisfaction of deceiving him, of winning over him, as he doesn’t want to even let him have the last words at the end

Now, we get to episode 47, which is the peak of their relationship and brings me the main reason why I love Hannibal so much: he’s utterly ruthless. It’s not enough for him to fight the kid as revenge for what he did, he decides to mentally torment him. He decides to use Rai’s vulnerabilities to hurt his close ones, by combining Shen Gong Wus and attack the others while the boy’s asleep. The concept of it is brilliant. Like, what can he do? He can’t stay awake forever. And how would it feel for him if his friends ended up destroyed without being able to do anything about it?

Also, the whole moment of Hannibal getting his way while he’s disguised as Kimiko is one of my favorite moments from the show, for the music, the ambience, and for Hannibal’s delighted smile (on Kimiko’s face to top it all off), as he sees Rai falling asleep

Like, look at this

It’s so unsettling, I love it

And the fact that Raimundo is not even safe in his own dreams? The fact that Hannibal kept digging through his insecurities, through his vulnerability and shoved it on the kid’s face while showing he’s having a blast about it? Combined with how he can show pity in the form of friendliness and buddy-buddy behavior towards the person he’s tormenting, while also keeping a side of aggressiveness and lack of care from his actions? Brilliant, absolutely brilliant

This guy gets entertainment from torturing people and I love this

Raimundo was able to escape only after he acknowledges his vulnerability, only after he stops running away, which is a hard thing to do for him. One thing is certain after this episode, Rai will definitely not forget this

And we later on see how Hannibal manipulates and makes use of others too: he uses Omi’s ego to turn him into a living battery for his own benefits, he doesn’t hesitate to turn Jack into a mindless zombie, and he uses Kimiko’s invention to attack Chase when he’s weak

This guy doesn’t follow any moral code to get what he wants. He’s not like Chase, who holds value in professionalism and morality, and he’s not like Wuya, who holds a facade of elegance and principles

And his bean design accentuates this fact, because it’s meant to show you how appearances can deceive, while letting you know that he’s not human. He doesn’t follow human principles and morals, and he doesn’t care for compassion or being fair, because he’s not human

He’s his own thing, he’s pure evil

And it’s so endearing for me, because you have the freedom to go as brutal as you want. Any possible interaction and dialogue I think of him is fun for me, because he’s so fun

And his relationship with Raimundo is also so fun, for seemingly being arch nemesis with each other (which episode 52 also wants to show you this by being the ones to initiate the last showdown of the series and act like leaders in their group-)

The way they view each other can be interpreted in so many ways, but I will tell you how I personally interpret it

Starting off with Hannibal. I personally don’t think Rai is the person he hates the most, I think Chase is. Which is more obvious in episode 50, when his whole motivation is to defeat him. Heck, the fact that the episode is called “Hannibal’s Revenge” is kind of a proof of their deep hatred they have for each other

Which makes sense, because Chase is the reason why he was trapped in a cell for over one thousand years, and I bet he spent a big portion of that time on growing his hatred towards him

And Chase seems to feel the same way, which can be interpreted in different ways. Does he hate him because of being totally opposite of him, or there’s something more to it? What if there was more to their story than we know? What if Hannibal also had some ulterior motives in their team up? What if those reasons are related with what Chase said about him doing something worse than 1000 years of darkness? What if those possible motives were another (or the actual) reason why he betrayed him? It would make sense for Chase to hate him this much, if he found out that he was being used for some grand scheme

Just some food for thought

Going back to the subject, I think Hannibal doesn’t only hate Raimundo, he also gets delightment in tormenting him specifically. He enjoys breaking his confidence, and finding ways to beat him to the ground

Honestly.. I’d say that’s because he reminds him of Chase. His attitude, his skills, and Rai betraying him, could bring to Hannibal some similarity with Chase

Which is why he would get enjoyment from tormenting him: for Hannibal, Raimundo is like a small Chase Young, but the difference is that he’s a kid who doesn’t have hundreds of years of experience. He’s not as strong, and he’s more emotional, which makes him the perfect target. Hannibal can defeat him, strike into his insecurities and make him suffer on a personal level

Personally, I think a continuation of the show would dwell more on Hannibal’s desire to inconvenience, and even destroy Rai’s life, purely for the enjoyment of it, and because of his semblance with Chase Young

Now, let’s look at Raimundo’s possible view on Hannibal

With him, I do think Hannibal is the person he hates the most

I did read a good post on how he would actually hate Chase the most, because he was constantly doubtful and hostile towards him, starting from the first time they met in season 2. But personally, I think the hatred Rai has towards Chase is more on an instinctual level. Like, he knows he can’t be trusted, that he’s up to something that he doesn’t know (and he definitely doesn’t like Chase’s superior attitude)

But aside from this + the fact that he tried to eat Dojo & he manipulated his friend, I don’t think there’s more to this. Especially because he showed a similar behavior with Hannibal as well. But because Hannibal appeared only on season 3 (which also has fewer episodes than the second season), it may seem that he has a bigger hatred towards Chase than the evil bean

Also, that hatred he has may be changed in the present, because it’s highly possible the monks got at least some of the memories from that alternate dimension. So it’s possible that Rai will hate Chase while having complicated emotions towards him as well, because he would have to deal with the memories he has of Chase being a good guy

On the other hand, I think his hatred towards Hannibal is personal for multiple reasons: he’s the reason they have to deal with Chase Young (and the reason they had to deal with Guan in the alternate dimension), he used his friends, he’s dwelling on his insecurities and most importantly, he went into his mind in order to use him to hurt his close ones

Rai has every reason to hate him, and I think this hatred will only intensify the more Hannibal tries to mess up with him

And this has so much potential

So yeah, this is my take on their relationship & Hannibal’s character! The fact that many people overlook him is so unfortunate, because he’s a literal goldmine for creating conflict and explore an inhuman & ruthless characters

Some of my favorite fanfictions with Xiaolin Showdown have him done right, even if they’re few and unfinished. And who knows, maybe one day I’ll get to see more people trying to explore this character & his interesting dynamic with Raimundo

But until then, I’m happy that such an interesting and fun villain exists!

Which is another reason why I hate Xiaolin Chronicles because he doES NOT EXIST THERE-

#xiaolin showdown #gh rant #raimundo pedrosa #hannibal roy bean #character analysis #I love this villain so much #But I also love all of the characters and I would rant about any of them anytime I get the chance

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motherofplatypus · 9 months

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What to expect in S6?

Let's be real, there's nothing that we can expect, especially if you look at how they deal with the plots and message in each episode, especially with how S5 ended. And with Lila, who's the epitome of plot device, being the main villain, you understand why the expectation for season 6 is 6 feet under.

Ironic.

However, i miss the old days where the fandom would theorize things that might happen with joy and curiosity, and i wanna bring that back. So let's ignore That Guy and co's incompetency for the last 3 seasons and the disappointments that came along with it and see what to expect and could possibly happen in the next season.

1. Lila as the new Hawkmoth.

It's the first thing that came to mind, since she'll be the main villain. From what we've known about her so far, unlike Gabe, she take things into her own hands even though it relies mostly on dumbing down everyone else.

So we can expect that she'll use her skill to manipulate people to be vulnerable enough to be akumatized into a villain that she needs. (Goodbye Gigantitan and Mr. Pigeon, y'all gonna be missed. Unless the writers pulled all her brain cells like they did with everyone else, we'll see you soon.)

2. Emilie's sudden appearance.

This one needs to be explained. She's been declared missing, or dead, for at least a whole year, so her appearance needs an explanation.

As an extension to that, we might learn about what Gabriel wish was, and to a lesser extent, we might learn how the peacock got broken in the first place.

(Yes, I know TA already explained that miraculous being indestructible was an error. But the rule of every show is that what was shown to the audience is canon. But of course we can't expect him to own up to his mistake like an adult and try to do something with what has been established.)

3. Power ups, including Chat's (possible) power upgrade.

This one pissed me off the most, because power ups were first introduced in S2, and from 8 potions that's available, we've only seen three. Come on, 4 seasons and only 3 of them? And one of them isn't exactly a power up (You can't possibly say the ice one is a power up).

So yeah, they better introduce all the other power ups this season. Of maybe a fusion power up.

4. Luka and Alix.

It is now clear that everyone knows that Luka knows who LB and CN are, and that Alix very possibly knows too from the time travel. This opens up a lot of possible scenes, and one that everyone had been dying to have is Marinette and Adrien talk to Luka about their hero life (and maybe how they're scared that their hero life might affect their relationship with each other, and Luka has to hold the urge to tell them that they're actually dating each other).

5. Su Han's role.

Now that the new team is formed, Su Han, as the grandmaster guardian of the miraculous, have the responsibility to teach these younglings how to fight properly and learn more about their miraculous. We can expect a sparring session or team battle, and if we're lucky, how to counter each other's miraculous.

Heck, maybe we get to meet more of the monks and learn more about the temple of the guardian.

6. Rose's sickness.

This one i don't really like to talk about, but since it kinda depressing, I wanna talk about it. What would happen to Rose and her sickness? Like, I would imagine an episode where she fell ill and her power is needed to fight an akuma, and she decided to go. When the battle is over, she succumbed into her illness (not dead, mind you).

The angst is strong in this one, and im all for it despite not wanting it.

7. Chloe's return

Rumor has it that she won't be in this season, and honestly that's for the best, seeing last season we got 7 episodes dedicated to put emphasis on how bad she is without giving a single flying shit how much it retcon and ruined the show itself.

But, possibility is possibility, and it's interesting to think about what she'll bring if she's coming back, since she no longer has power and must do things herself. Will she be more of a threat? Who knows.

~~~

I'm purposefully not putting Adrien learning the truth here. Aside from the writers are infamous for doing absolutely jackshit for an entire season and compress everything into 3 episodes near the finale, it's logical from writing standpoint that they'll hold this important part of the story for the real final season. So yeah, I don't think we'll gave him learning the truth in the next season.

So, that's all from me. Sure, there's more to say, but my fingers are tired if i have to write more. So, share your thoughts what you think might or want to happen.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #miraculous spoilers #ml spoilers #ml speculation #mlb spoilers #miraculous season 6 #miraculous fandom #ml fandom #mlb fandom #thomas astruc #thomas astruc salt #miraculous season five #miraculous season 5 #mlb season 5 spoilers #mlb season five

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chibisquirt · 4 months

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Unfortunately, I appear to be getting into tufting.

I haven't gone off the deep end yet. I did buy a latchhook and some grid cloth so I can paddle my feet in the rug-like waters, but I haven't bought anything else, not even any yarn for it! (I'm so virtuous.) (I actually am so virtuous; I'm severely weak to yarn.)

But I have been watching rug tufting videos... and looking up tufting guns online... and plotting how I'm going to go about this...

It's a problem.

The fact that, if I get good at it, this could become a viable side-hustle... is not, actually, any less of a problem.

Anyway here's all the shit I'd need to buy to actually get started with it, along with long-range plans for equivalent pieces. Under a cut for the sake of all y'all's humanity:

Tufting gun

This is the big one, and I find myself in a bit of a dilemma on it: you can get them for cheap of aliexpress, but like... do I really wanna trust something that came off aliexpress? I have not gotten anything off there, and while I have no evidence it's any worse than amazon, I have no reason to think it's any better, either. (Actually, I'm pretty sure some of the amazon listings at least *are* the aliexpress listings, being re-sold. So, avoid that one, at least.)

So anyway the tufting gun everyone says is the best runs about $250.

2. Frame

You tuft by shooting fibers into a grid made of fabric; in order to do that, you have to have the grid solidly suspended in the air. This requires a frame.

Price varies by size.

3. Tufting fabric (or equivalent)

This is the fabric that you shoot the fibers into. You can also use monks cloth or burlap, apparently. (Not to be confused with the other fabric, backing fabric, which goes on after everything else, and is what the rug actually sits on.) Not too bad, not too bad, monks cloth is about $15/yard.

4. Yarn

Not my *immediate* starting cost, just because oh god oh god I will be swimming in vanna's choice until I die, but yarn is also not the cheapest thing in the world. You can get two skeins of red heart super savor for about $15-$20, and it goes up from there.

5. Glue

Once the fibers are in the monks cloth, there's nothing really holding them there. That's why you have to glue the shit out of them! Recommended glue is carpet glue, Roberts 3000 or 3085 or something. A gallon of that is $25, or 4 for $50 at Home Depot.

6. More glue!

Yeah, you didn't think we were done, did you? Once you've glued all your fibers in place, you cut out the rug from the grid fabric and glue the edges down, this time with a different type of adhesive. Tutorial I saw recommended hot glue and spray adhesive, which, since I don't have a glue gun, means I'd be looking about $25 all together for them.

Once you've got that done, you can add your...

7. Backing fabric!

Non-slip is good if it's going on the floor... you can do a 6' by 6' square of this for $35.

8. Trimmers

Teeeechnically, I already have some trimmers, but if I'm gonna do this with any seriousness, I don't want to use those for it, because they're designed for human hair and rugs are made with sheep hair (or hair from the noble acryligoat). You can get trimmers that come with a little guide, too, which is super handy if you don't want a giant gouge down the middle of your rug. Call these $40-50.

9. Scissors

Once you've gotten your rug shaved--not a euphemism--you want to go in and outline each color with scissors to give it definition.

So all of that comes to about $500 if you're thrifty. 😬 And then you consider the costs that repeat, like the next batch of tufting fabric and yarn, and the costs that add on as not-essential-but-nice-to-have, like yarn cones, extra frames, labels... It is Yikes.

Buuuuuut... If I were to start selling them... I mean, you can get hundreds of dollars per rug. Per small rug. A thousand plus for a big one! So I do kind of think it might be financially viable.

Better to start it as a hobby first, though. And maybe be prepared to have a pretty big initial layout. :(

#tufting #tag for later #you would not *believe* how fucking expensive this shit is #and even then I'm getting off lightly #my former-manager just SOLD OFF A PARCEL OF LAND to afford her new sewing machine #she got a Bernina #but STILL.#I am... NOT doing that.#Absolutely fucking not.#However... if I can make this potentially-disastrous side-hustle pay for itself.......#*falls deeper down the well*

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x-authorship-x · 6 months

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Tbf, I think that the council should have told Obi-Wan they were putting Anakin in the creche first regardless of whether Obi-Wan was stubborn about it or not. Like the kid is still getting trained, you'll still get to be his master, but both of you get to take a breather for a few years. Low stakes interactions where Obi-Wan visits him but they're not being force to cohabitate and could heal a bit before Obi-Wan is tasked with the health and safety of a tiny child. Getting thrown smack into a padawan-ship was probably pretty isolating too, and Anakin was a social butterfly with a lot of friends on Tatooine so he was probably lonely and I bet the other kids were unsure what do to with him, another thing the creche would have fixed. Plus Palpatine probably couldn't request an initiate come visit with him, especially without supervision, the same way he could a padawan. So Anakin at least could have a few years to get his bearings without poison spilling into his brain. I'm not even entirely sure why they didn't, unless maybe Obi-Wan was threatening to leave or something?

Actually, thinking about it, I think I'm going to put most of the blame on this entire mess on the council. As much as I like them, they seriously dropped the ball. Qui-Gon failed to explain his intentions, but before that he did explain that they found Anakin, a very powerful force sensitive child, in the same town as someone who he believed was a sith but who was clearly at the very least a darksider, who also attacked them as they tried to leave with Anakin. Regardless of any reservations about Anakin's age, that's a direct threat to Anakin's safety, and they had no way to know that Maul wasn't directly targeting Anakin for recruitment. Qui-Gon shouldn't have had to say he'd train Anakin to try to force their hand, they should have just said they'd train Anakin, if only for his protection. Heck, at the very, very least they shouldn't have let Anakin leave the temple at all until they could be sure Maul hadn't followed them and a proper relocation effort could be made. So many things could have gone better if everyone had just simmered down and took the time to actually think things through right at the start of it all. 😩

You are so right, anon, I'm clapping during all of this ✨

Honestly the introduction of Anakin to the Jedi is one of the - many - canon events that I don't even know what to do with. Like. like. I write Shisui-centric, I know something about having to rationalize the ridiculously bad (his eye went WHERE), but the whole attitude of the Jedi council to Anakin is just.... 🤦🤷

I'm pro Jedi, I'm very much in the camp of Love Is Not Attachment etc when it comes to the Jedi mandate etc, but Christ alive why the heck don't they wanna take in an ex slave, let alone one as strong as Anakin. Ohhhh his future is clouded. HE WAS A SLAVE FIVE MINUTES AGO. the jedi are supposed to be freeing people and shit... Let's enfranchise the little tyke?! Vaccinations, a health check, THERAPY-! Ohhhh a powerful darksider just happened to find you 10 mins after you found this kid with the force sensitivity of a nuke? COINCIDENCE, TOSS HIM ON THE NEXT BUS SHUTTLE.

I think maturity is really when you can call your favs out without getting butt hurt. I love the Jedi. This scene with the council? So stupid it hurts.

Qui-Gon: this child has no father so must be the prophesized Chosen One!

What Mace should've said: idgaf about your astrology shit, space monks look after all who need them, get this kid a juice box and a doctor

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #star wars #qui gon #obi wan #mace windu #anakin

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bambinella · 7 months

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Day 6 - Hiding

Critical Role - Jester x friends

A/N: I've never written about the Mighty Nein before, and I'm aware this is a crime. Therefore I decided to change that now because I don't wanna go to jail. Enjoy!

“Hey, have you seen my blue ribbon? You know, the one I put on my staff?” Beau said as she walked into the living room of the Xorhaus. Fjord looked up and shook his head.

“Can’t say I have. When was the last time you saw it?” He asked, earning an eye-roll from the monk, as if he’d asked the dumbest question ever.

“If I knew that, I wouldn’t be asking you,” She retorted, earning a chuckle from him. She had a point.

“Come to think of it, I was looking for my captain’s hat this morning too. I haven’t touched it in a while, but I’m sure I left it in my room and didn’t move it someplace else,” He said, rubbing his beard with his thumb. Beau raised an eyebrow at that, leaning her shoulder against the door frame.

“Some of the trinkets I put in my hair are also missing,” Yasha suddenly piped up from where she was reading, momentarily startling Beau and Fjord. Sometimes she was so quiet he would forget she was there to begin with.

“Okay one item missing is fine, but two or three things from different people missing at the same time? Now that’s suspicious,” Beau commented. A smile slowly spread on Fjord’s face.

“I think I have an idea where our items went. Follow me, ladies,” He said. The three of them went towards Jester’s room, and he gently knocked twice on the door.

“Come in~!” The familiar voice sang from inside, prompting them to enter the room. Jester sat on her bed and was busy sketching as usual, looking up as she saw the trio. Her eyes brightened at the sight of her friends, yet Fjord could also see a twinkle of mischief in them. He knew that twinkle all too well.

“Oh hey there Jester, what have you been up to?” He asked with a smile, folding his arms as he slowly walked up to the bed. Jester closed her book and sat up straight, looking at them with a big grin.

“Oh you know, the usual! Drawing tiny dicks, chatting with the Traveler,...” She summed up, her tail moving across the bed. Beau seemed to catch on where Fjord was going with this, standing next to him as she smirked.

“Some of our items have gone missing. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, right?” She questioned, and Fjord noticed how Jester’s smile grew a little.

“Beau! Are you accusing me?” Jester gasped playfully while putting a hand on her chest, earning another eye-roll from the monk.

“Actually I am, because you’re not answering my question. Did you take our stuff, Jes?” Beau questioned again, taking a step closer while putting her hands on her hips. Jester huffed. “I have NO idea what you’re talking about Beau! Maybe you should take better care of you– hey!” She squealed when the human suddenly reached forward and jabbed several times all over her torso. Now Fjord had seen Beau stun many enemies during their travels, and those hits always seemed very precise and to hurt quite a bit. But with how much Jester was giggling, he figured that these jabs probably tickled a lot. Beau’s hands were weapons in multiple ways, he realized with a shiver.

“Well what are you waiting for? Get her!” Beau said as she straddled Jester’s lap. Fjord crawled onto the bed and trapped her in a tight hug, which made both Jester and him blush, and Yasha sat herself down on her shins.

“Beheheau! That was mehehean!” Jester protested with a wide smile as her movement returned, looking into the brunette’s eyes. Fjord grinned and placed his chin on the tiefling’s shoulder.

“Last chance, Jester. Where did you put our things?” He questioned, his breath tickling the shell of her pointy ear. She let out a squeal and moved her head, and he had to avoid getting stabbed by one of her horns.

“You’ll never make me talk!” She declared, no longer playing dumb as she stuck out her tongue at them. It was all the confirmation they needed. Beau reached forward and scribbled her nails over Jester’s stomach, making her throw her head back with a loud squeal. She instinctively reached forward to stop Beau’s hands, yet found herself stuck as Fjord used his arms to hold her’s away from her body.

“Oh is that so?” Fjord asked teasingly, sending a shiver down her spine as he gently rubbed his beard against her neck, which sent her in another fit of giggles.

“Fjohohohord stohohohop! Thahahahat’s cheheheating!” She shrieked, scrunching up her shoulders to hide her neck. As playful and mischievous as she was, Jester was reeeeally bad at handling tickles. And it was, of course, the group’s favorite way of punishing her for all the pranks she pulled on them. And they all knew it was her favorite way too, so they had compassion right now.

“You can easily make this end Jes,” Beau grinned, playfully jabbing between her ribs with a single finger. Each poke got a squeal from their blue friend, and Fjord had to use all his might to keep her arms trapped.

“Whehehere’s the fun in thahaha– OHOHO! OHOHO YASHA NOHOHOHOO!!” Jester suddenly cried out, making Fjord and Beau look up at their friend. Yasha had casually reached back with one hand and was gently tickling along Jester’s toes, giving them a shrug.

“What? She looks like she’s having fun,” She said, a sly smile playing on her lips. Fjord suppressed the urge to shiver again. But she was right, Jester was having fun.

“It looks like Yasha is winning by making her laugh the hardest, you better amp it up a little,” Fjord teased, causing Beau to playfully grumble and glare at him. Her hands moved up and started fluttering under Jester’s arms, eliciting a shriek of laughter from the tiefling.

“EEHEHEHEE! OHOHOHO GUHUYS STOHOHOHOHOP!” Jester cried out, shaking her head side to side, a blush covering her cheeks. Beau chuckled and merely shook her head.

“Now we all know you don’t really mean that,” She teased, noticing how Jester’s tail had been wagging side to side on the bed, just like Nugget when he was excited. This only caused her to blush harder, the teasing and the tickles really getting to her.

“Now if you really want it to stop, you just need to tell us where the it– hey!” Fjord protested as he got interrupted by a sneaky tail prodding at his side. He returned the favor by blowing a raspberry on her neck.

“AHAHAHAHAA! OKAY OKAAY OKAHAHAY!” Jester finally cried out – the raspberry and Yasha continuously tickling her toes had been enough to make her give in – and they immediately stopped, giving her a well-deserved break.

“Well?” Yasha asked with a raised brow, playfully wiggling one of her big toes. Jester squealed at the playful threat, giggling softly.

“They’re under my bed,” She relented and sat up as Fjord released her from the hug. Beau dropped on the floor and retrieved the ‘stolen’ items, ruffling Jester’s hair afterwards. Fjord was pretty sure he heard her say ‘little gremlin’, yet due to Jester’s loud giggles he wasn’t sure. When both Yasha and Beau left the room, he tilted his head.

“Why did you take our items, exactly?” He asked, actually curious for the reason. Jester would often prank them, but not usually multiple people at the same time. She shrugged.

“Everyone seemed a little more gloomy recently, so I wanted to prank you guys to cheer you up!” She declared with a smile, and while it seemed a very reasonable explanation, Fjord knew there was more to it by the look in her eyes. He could tell that rather than cheer them up, she had been needing some cheering up for her own. As playful and happy as she was, even she needed a laugh from time to time, especially in these times. He cursed himself for not noticing earlier.

“You know I’m here for you right?” He blurted out before he could stop himself, and he could feel his cheeks heating up a little. Jester looked at him with a soft smile, before nodding.

“Of course Fjord!” She declared. He smiled at that.

“And you know I’m gonna tickle you to death the next time you touch my hat, right?” As expected she started giggling.

“Of course!” She said again, this time with a wide grin. He chuckled.

“Good. Because I haven’t forgiven you yet, and you have about five seconds to run away before I get my hands on you,” He said with a smirk. Jester’s eyes widened as she squealed, immediately hopping off of the bed to dash out of the room. He grinned and didn’t even bother to wait five seconds to chase her, because if he was really honest?

Her laughter brightened his day.

#lmao remember when I said to expect ten ish stories #now that was a lie #still gonna do my best to keep writing even after october ends #no you can't stop me #Critical Role #tk community #tickle fic #tickling #tickletober2023 #the mighty nein #critickle role #Jester #Fjord #Yasha #Beau

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 85. brb x oc

a/n: * monke noises * AAAAAAAAAAAA yeah.

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff,Bea misses Rooster and Rooster misses Bea, Bea is hearing ghost children ( or is she )

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He was struggling to say the least, not with his job because he was very good at what he did, but he was struggling with Beatrice’s absence. He couldn’t use his phone for a few hours or days at a time, he knew she messaged him, he could see the red dot next to the icon but that’s been a few days ago and he just wanted to reply for God’s sake.

And Mav knew he was fidgety, not in the field, but as soon as he was on land Bradley’s fingers would twitch and near his hip bone only to remember he was wearing his flight suit and not his casual wear. Honestly, Pete found it hilarious - and very endearing - to see his nephew be so smitten for Beatrice. He didn’t feel his marriage premonition was wrong, he felt that Rooster was going to marry Beatrice soon and the only reason he didn’t yet was because he was deployed.

His nephew was painfully easy to read, just like his father was.

And Pete knew that Beatrice’s presence meant a lot to Bradley. So when Rooster was finally able to check his phone, he disappeared from his uncle’s view, undoubtedly going to the bunk to have some sort of privacy. Bradley closes the door behind himself, kicks his boots off and then lies on the small lower bunk while unlocking his phone.

His lips immediately curl into a smile when he saw her message, God he missed her so much, hard to think it’s been three weeks since he left. He tilted his head when he saw the folder she sent him, furrowing his eyebrows but tapping on it so it’d download as he typed a message back.

Roos’ (21:34)

Baby I miss you too! I’m downloading the folder you sent rn, I’m excited to see what it is ;) but fr, I miss you, I miss you a lot. How are you? How’s the house? Are you and Jojo okay? Tell me what you’ve been doing,gorgeous, I want to hear from you. I love you <3

It doesn’t take too long for the gray bubble to appear underneath his message, his smile widening as he gets comfortable on the bunk.

Bea (21:36)

Brad!!! Hi! Omg sorry I was finishing some stuff and I’m about to have lunch! I’m fine, Michael has been keeping me company these days, not often but he does stop by when he can and he also helped me set up a security camera! And a few more security thingies. I am doing some DIY in our kitchen :)! I think it’s looking fine and now I’m a bit of a DIY-rush because I wanna do more stuff! Lol, but yeah I’m fine, Jojo is fine too, she made friends with the doberman puppy across the street.

Roos’ (21:41)

Thank Michael for me because I was thinking about doing that before I left. I do feel a bit better knowing you are now extra safe and that he’s been staying over.

Roos’ (21:42)

Damn, baby, i don’t know if it’s my phone’s data or something but it’s taking a while to download whatever it is that you sent me.

Bea (21:44)

Oh well it’s a few things inside, so that’s why. But let me know when it finishes!

There was just a tiny bit of the blue bar left to be filled, one he kept his eyes on until it reached the end. Once the ‘download completed!’ popped up he let her know it was done and he’d finally see what it was. Maybe it was the pictures of her DIY projects that she was so excited about and wanted to share, or maybe Jolene with her new friend, but his mind went completely blank when he opened the gallery.

Rooster’s eyes moved to each picture, his jaw going slack and he had to adjust himself on the bunk bed to have a better look. It was Beatrice, it was her photo shoot. He inhales sharply, looking back at the door then his phone, trying to make sure no one would bother him right now because he needed time to recover. He knew she’d look good, he knew she’d be amazing but he had no idea that the photos were like that.

Yes, most of them were swimwear pictures, something he was expecting but not mentally ready for. She looks so sexy. And the poses complimented her body even more and there was one taken from above that showed her back and butt and why was he miles away from her for six months???

He swiped through every picture, his lips parting even more as the others came into view, his throat vibrating in a quiet moan, “Fucking Christ…” he mutters, unsure which ones he liked best. The ones with the black swimsuit were fucking great too and- wait a minute, Beatrice said that Marcus gave her the clothes she wore as a gift so she had those somewhere in the house and he’d see her wearing them in the flesh.

Why, again, was he miles away from her??

But it wasn’t until the final picture that he finally allowed shock to take over. He squinted his eyes a bit, seeing it was a building and a smiling Beatrice was looking right at it and next to the building was– “No way.” he pinched the picture to zoom in more, “No fucking way.” it was Beatrice, his girlfriend, on a billboard poster looking like the goddess she is. The horniness from before dissipates for a bit, being replaced by the utmost pride when he sees it.

“My girlfriend is on a billboard.” he whispers, his lips curling into a smile, laughing breathily with his eyes locked on the picture. He couldn’t believe it, his girlfriend was the face of Marcus’ new collection!

Roos’ (22:05)

Bea, BEA THAT’S YOU!! THAT IS YOU ON A BILLBOARD!!

Bea (22:06)

YES IT IS!! ! IT’S ME! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??

Roos’ (22:09)

Baby! BABY YOU LOOK AMAZING IN ALL OF THESE BUT HOLY SHIT YOU ARE ON A BILLBOARD!! You LOOK SO GOOD!!

Bea (22:12)

Thank you Roos! <3 I had no idea Marcus would have a physical poster, I thought it’d be only online. I’m really happy about it though. Did you like it?:)

Roos’ (22:13)

Of course I did baby, of course I did. How can I not? It’s you. Damn, my girlfriend is the face of a clothing collection. I’m over the moon, I really am.

Bea (22:15)

And you liked the other pictures too?:3 <3

Roos’ (22:18)

You know I did. You look so fucking hot, Bea. Honest to God I will have a wonderful night of sleep because of these. Promise me you’ll show them all when I get back?

Bea (22:22)

Of course Roos :), don’t worry about that.

Bradley smiles looking at his phone, his heart going wildly just at the thought of her dressing up for him. But his smile drops and he groans, rubbing his eyes with the tips of his fingers, sighing heavily through his nose, “Shit.”

Roos’ (22:31)

I’ll be honest, gorgeous,I miss you a lot, you know?I’ll be fine it’s just…I miss you. And I miss having you with me.

Bea (22:32)

:( I’m sorry Roos. I know that feeling because I miss you too…but pls don’t let that distract you, so you can come back sooner than planned, you know? I’ll be waiting for you and I can’t wait to see you. Counting the days.

Roos’ (22:34)

So am I gorgeous. We’ll talk again soon, okay? I gotta sleep right now. l love you.

Bea (22:35)

Okay! Sleep well Roos, I love you so much! Hope you have wonderful dreams. :3

Rooster chuckles at the last sentence, he didn't even have to hear it to know the teasing connotations his girlfriend was now learning to have whenever they spoke. He goes back to the gallery where he could once again see the pictures, he was going to show Mav and the others just this one because it was special.

And it just showed her face and he didn’t want people to see Beatrice’s pictures like that, they could see it in the official website if they wanted to but these are his own.

He places the phone away, running his fingers through his hair as he looks up at the top bunk. Maybe he should let Mav know what he plans to do, his godfather would love to be aware of it he was sure, and maybe…he could help him organize some things, he had an idea in mind that needed more than one person to work.

He was really serious about it. If he was asked this months before, hell maybe even years before he’d look at them as if they were crazy. But no, Beatrice changed a lot in him, to the better and he couldn’t imagine his life without her. Bradley adjusts himself on the bed, sighing yet again and then looking back at the phone where his background remained their dancing picture at her aunt’s wedding.

He really missed her and he hoped he could come back soon. There was nothing else that he wanted more than to see her again and ask her. He was a bit giddy about it, wait not a bit, a bit would be an understatement.

He was very giddy, he was excited and nervous, he was going to be going one step further in their relationship. He knew what he had to do and now…he had the time to think about it.

He hoped she was having those types of thoughts too.

“Oh my God! This was the worst idea I’ve ever had!” she growls,erasing the sketch and putting her head in her hands. She decided, since she was done with the kitchen project, to paint something in her new backyard because it was such an inspirational place too, why not use that to juice up her creativity?

Except she was having a very hard time coming up with an actual idea. She was sitting on the soft grass, rubbing her forehead as she thought about what to do. She could continue the secret painting, but she…didn’t want to look at it because it’d only make her miss Rooster even more. So she decided to toss all her watercolors around her - with Jolene not far behind chewing her sock monkey - and hope for the best.

Holding one of her watercolor brushes between her middle and index finger, Beatrice looked down at the paper then at her surroundings, “This house is beautiful, how am I not inspired?” she mutters,pushing herself to her feet so she could walk around her yard. It had some plants around, but there were some spots with fresh dirt she could put something…maybe some herbs like her father’s garden. Or some roses? Roses can be inspirational but it wasn’t helping her think of anything.

So she walked further, around their pool. Pool, water, ocean? Ocean themed baby room– no.Not a baby room, a watercolor painting, “Oh my God! This can’t be true!” she slaps her forehead “I need to think of something.” she wondered if her new neighbors could hear her turmoil through their windows, she hadn’t met them yet - she just met the couple who had the doberman puppy, they were very kind - and she hoped they wouldn’t think she’s some crazy lady who moved in.

Beatrice sighs, propping her hands on her hips as she chews her lower lip, looking up at the sky and seeing the white fluffy clouds move lazily to the left. She blinks, tilting her head as she sees a random shape slowly turn into something else. It was like…a duck? Like those tiny white ducks that looked so soft and unreal.

Oh she could do that. She kept looking up at the sky, squinting her gaze a bit, almost feeling like she had to see that but she couldn’t say why. Beatrice then nods to herself, going back to her watercolors and sitting back down on the warm grass, sketching something already. It was just a white duck on a pond, with soft blues and light teals with brushes of orange to represent the sunlight reflecting on the water’s surface.

With her being in the zone now, she heard her phone vibrate but didn’t look to see who it was thinking it’d be Shells. They were going to go the Hard Deck a bit earlier tonight to help Penny with some extra stock, so she just swiped to answer the call and pressed the speaker icon, “Hello?”

“Beatrice? Hi!”

That was not Shells’ voice.

“It’s me Lilly Ann! I sent you a message a few months back and I wanted to know if you changed your mind about going to our reunion?”

Beatrice blinks in the phone’s direction, then clenches her eyes with a quiet ‘shit’ leaving through her gritted teeth, putting her painting supplies aside to grab the phone, pressing it to her ear, “Oh, hi Lilly Ann um…well I…” she rubs her forehead with her fingertips, “I don’t know, I-I’m not sure if I’ll be able to, I work on weekends–”

“We changed the date for next week!” her former classmate adds quickly, almost desperately, “On a friday! Will you be able to come?”

“I-I work on Fridays.” she mutters, apologetically and she could feel the other woman deflate “Unless…um what time will this be exactly?”

“One in the afternoon! And it’ll go until eight!”

Shit. She could go. “Oh uh…” she chewed her lower lip. She pondered about going to the reunion ever since she got the message months ago. She even mentioned it to her therapist who suggested that maybe it’d be good to heal some wounds she had as a child, close a chapter in her life so she’d no longer worry about them. Beatrice sighs, rubbing her palm heel against her eye, “Ah…fine,I…I’ll go.”

Lilly Ann exhaled out in relief, “Oh thank you Beatrice, thank you so much!I can’t wait to see you!I’m sure it’ll be wonderful to revive memories with everyone. We’ll meet at the old ballroom hall at school!” Beatrice just hummed with a brief smile, waiting until she finished the call so she dropped the phone to her lap, running her hands through her hair in exasperation and then returning her gaze to the unfinished watercolor painting.

She said yes, she really did say yes to the reunion. If Rooster was there he could offer her some insight, let her know if it was a good idea or not…but he wasn’t and she had to figure it out herself. Besides, it was her past issues being brought up and while he was her boyfriend - and she loved him immensely - he couldn’t fight those demons for her.

Beatrice just groans, then shakes her head when she feels the anxiety slowly climb up her spine, “It’ll be fine, it’ll be just fine.” she repeats, returning to the duck picture and gently swiping the colors on the watercolor paper, using that as a distraction instead.

She was in a much better place now, wasn’t she? Yeah, she was in a great place. She could handle seeing her former classmates again, she wasn’t a child any longer, for Christ’s sake, she was a grown woman with a man who loved her and with a new confidence. The little Beatrice inside of her was unsure, hiding behind her brain as if she was scared of going.. and she understood what her therapist told her.

It was about healing her younger self, it’s about holding this girl’s hands and walking through the fire, that’s what it was all about. And Beatrice knew it’d be important, she suffered a lot back then, she went through so much she deserved closure. And of course, it’d be possible she’d see Eric but…doubtful he’d come and talk to her after she smashed his nose.

Beatrice felt different now, a little smile curling at the corners of her lips, “I can do this.” she whispered, looking at the finished picture of the cute little duck in a pond, “I can do this and I’ll make sure I’ll look amazing doing it as well.” she already had an outfit in mind too, she couldn’t help but be weirdly excited about it.

She nods with finality, gathering her painting supplies and taking it all back to her art room where Jolene followed her to. She was about to put the little duck drawing away, but she stopped, tilting her head to the side as she looked down at it.

Normally, her style was a lot more realistic, so to see this little cartoony duck smiling up at her was..interesting. She looked around her art room, even with the walls blank of pictures she still felt it wouldn’t belong there…then where?

Beatrice chews her lower lip, holding already dry watercolor painting out of the room, pressing it on the hallway downstairs, then in the bathrooms or even in Rooster’s office, but no place looked right for it.

That’s when she went up the stairs, trying it on the guest room and their bedroom, sighing in confusion as to why no place was working. She was about to put it back into her art room either way, when she stopped right in front of the blank room from before, the door still closed like she left since last time…she slowly turned the door handle, watching it slowly creak itself open and reveal the empty room.

Beatrice hesitates, holding the painting with both hands, watching the blank room stare back at her. After a few seconds she forces herself to walk forward, her feet echoing in the empty room until she stops right at the center, looking at the huge window then at the wall closest to her.

She blinks, holding the drawing up as if she was measuring on the wall and…for some reason, she liked it. She presses the paper flat against the wall, imagining it with a frame, with the walls painted differently with-

“Mama!”

Beatrice gasps in surprise, dropping the paper and leaping back from the wall, looking around and to the doorframe, only seeing a curious Jolene peeking her head inside instead. Beatrice’s chest heaves with nervous breaths, was she going crazy? She was going crazy. It was the baby fever, that’s all it was…or the house was haunted and there was a Victorian child victim of tuberculosis running around their house. Nevermind this house was built in 2014 and it has the Mediterranean style common around Cali.

She looks back at Jolene, then at the fallen drawing at her feet and then rubs her face with both hands, “I’m losing it. I’m losing it,Jojo. Should I cal a priest??” her pittie just looks at her, the subtle movement of her tail wagging was her only answer, “Probably not,I’m just…tired. And having baby fever! Which is…a bit bothersome.”

She could swear she heard the giggle again, looking over her shoulder only to find the room was empty, “...I think I might call Michael to sleep over tonight again. He’s going to make so much fun of me…” or not, maybe he’ll believe she’s hearing childish disembodied voices just in this room…right?

Beatrice frowns, “Come on Jojo.” she gently ushers the pittie out, closing the door behind her with the duck picture held tightly in her hand. She bites her lower lip, then marches back down to her art room, placing the watercolor painting inside one of the lilac colored folders she usually keeps her art, latching it shut and then falling back onto her old couch.

She paid attention to see if she heard the disembodied voice again, looking up at the ceiling then back at the door…almost fearing she’d see a tiny figure running past the threshold but thankfully she only saw her hallway. Beatrice sighs, sinking deeper into her old couch and pursing her lips in a little pout.

Her eyes dart to her soft stomach, furrowing her brows a bit before placing both of her hands on top, gently massaging the soft flesh, trying to imagine what it’d look like…well she knew the possibility was minimal since she was taking the birth control shots at the clinic - the last one was a few days before Bradley was deployed - but what if, you know?

She wanted kids, she did, and she had a feeling so did Brad considering how he was with Bianca…”I need to stop this.” she whispers to herself, slapping her cheeks, “I stop worrying about one thing only for another to take its place. That’s not normal.” Jolene, who walked back into the room with her sock monkey within her jaws, looked at her curiously, “Let’s go on a walk Jojo,” she barely finished the sentence, seeing Jolene rush out of the room excitedly, tripping over her paws and sliding all the way to the front door. “I feel like we’ll both need this walk.”

Beatrice grabs her keys and phone, unlocking the front door, about to step out but pausing to give the upper floor one last look. She could see the door from where she was, still closed, no ghost children ominously standing in front of it with glowing eyes and menacing grins, nothing, just silence. “...yeah, we are going to take a long walk Jojo.” she says after closing the door, “A really long one.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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luna-3-clips · 10 months

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You're so Annoying...

Warnings: Michael Kaiser x Yoichi Isagi, detailed kissing, swears (only one)

Word Count: 1.1k

Bastard München was training like they always do, and as part of their training today they had to go into groups of three.

"Ness, you're with me" Michael Kaiser said rather sternly.

"Alright Kaiser, who should be our third?" Alexis Ness asked.

"Hmm..." Kaiser looked around the field, seeing some people already in their groups, then he spotted Yoichi Isagi talking with Ranze Kurona and Jingo Raichi. Kaiser walked up to the group and pulled Isagi backwards towards him by putting his hand on his shoulder. "Yoichi, are you with these two?"

"Y-" Isagi started but then got cut off.

"You're not? Great, you're with us then." Kaiser interrupted.

"Hey wait a minute, he's with us! He already chose us over you! So give him back!" Raichi yelled because he was a bit angry at Kaiser for taking one of his partners.

"No he isn't, he's with me and Ness, ain't that right, Yoichi?"

"Well actually-" Isagi got cut off once again.

"No? Amazing, now come on, we better get started or else coach might get mad at us."

"You won't even give him a chance to speak, let him talk first!"

"I don't need to, he chose us and that's final."

"Who else are we supposed to go with, anyways? Everyone else has a group." Kurona asked after being quiet for the whole conversation.

"There's the monk, he's the only one left without a group." Ness suggested.

"Him?! But he's terrible at playing!"

"Hey! I can hear you guys!" Gurimu Igarashi overheard the group talking.

"You six, get in groups now so we can all get started." Noel Noa interrupted the group's conversation with a hint of annoyedness in his voice.

"Exactly, so Yoichi is with me and Ness, you guys can have the useless monk."

Kurona sighs and says "Come on Raichi... I don't think he'll give Isagi back to let's just go with Igarashi."

"Ugh, fine! But next time we get Isagi!"

"Hmm... we'll see how I feel" Kaiser says as he walks away with Isagi and Ness and his hand is still on Isagi's shoulder.

"Can you take your hand off my shoulder?" Isagi asked a bit annoyed.

"Fine, only because I have to." Kaiser took his hand off of Isagi's shoulder. Noa explained to everyone the training they will be doing where they all have to run around the field and only pass to the people in their groups to be like the triangle pass thing (I forgot how they worded it in Blue Lock).

All the groups got to their passing and running, weaving their ball in between some of the other players. Kaiser passes to Ness and Ness passes back to Kaiser. Kaiser looks like he's about to pass to Isagi but it turns out it's a feint and he actually passes the ball to Ness.

"Kaiser, shouldn't we be passing the ball to Isagi as well?" Ness asked as he passed the ball back to Kaiser again.

"No, just keep doing as you're told and pass the ball to me." Kaiser did another feint like he was gonna pass the ball to Isagi, but he just passes the ball to Ness.

"You're so annoying!" Isagi yells out as he steals the ball as it's in the middle of being passed to Ness.

"Oh, I'm annoying? You're the annoying one here." Kaiser said back to Isagi.

"I'm annoying? How am I annoying?" Isagi passes the ball to Ness.

"You just are, everything about you is annoying. Your face, your body, your personality, everything!" Kaiser starts walking towards Isagi, eventually standing right in front of him.

"I am not annoying, you are." Isagi gets his face close to Kaiser's face, trying to be intimidating.

"Why you li-" Kaiser starts but get's cut off as his lips hit Isagi's when one of the balls hits the back of his head. Isagi's eyes widen in surprise as his face starts to get red. Kaiser's eyes also widen and they eventually pull away after a few seconds.

Raichi runs up and takes the ball, "Sorry about that" He says with not one hint of sorry in his voice as he glares at Kaiser and walks away, not realizing what he just did.

Kaiser looks back at Isagi and smirks "Wanna do it again?"

"What?"

"You know what I mean, Yoichi. Don't play dumb, do you want to?"

"I.. uhm..."

"I'll take that as a yes" Kaiser grabs Isagi's face and kisses him. Isagi kisses back and puts one of his hands on the back of Kaiser's neck and the other on the side of his face.

Kaiser's teeth nibble a little on Isagi's bottom lip and Isagi opens his mouth as Kaiser inserts his tongue into his mouth. Their tongues start to fight for dominance and Kaiser wins the fight as his tongue explores every inch of Isagi's mouth. They continue to make out for a few minutes with Isagi's arms now wrapped around Kaiser's neck and Kaiser's wrapped around his waist.

The other players on the field eventually stop playing and look at the two since no one is used to it because they always argue. Ness has just had to stand there the whole time while watching the scene happen.

"I didn't expect Isagi to be an uke (bottom or sub).." Gin Gagamaru whispered to Jin Kiyora, earning a small nod from him. The whole team goes to whispering to each other but they stop when they hear a small moan come from Isagi as Kaiser's hand goes to his ass and his mouth slowly starts to travel down to his neck.

"Kaiser.. not here.. everyone's watching us..." Isagi says as he's a bit out of breath.

"Then they'll all know you're mine.." Kaiser says as he starts to nibble on Isagi's neck. Noel Noa walks onto the field after having to walk away to do something and when he comes back he sees the Kaiser and Isagi scene.

"Why am I not surprised?" Noa says to himself.

Isagi notices Noa who is now on the field and says to Kaiser "Kaiser... Noa is here... you need to stop..."

Kaiser continue to nibble on Isagi's neck "So? Just more witnesses to prove you're mine, and he hasn't asked me to stop, so I don't see a problem." Kaiser starts to nibble Isagi's neck a bit harder.

"Can you two do this in your own time? Right now is time for practice, not.. that" Noa says to the two, causing Kaiser to pull away from Isagi's neck. Kaiser looks down at Isagi's neck with a satisfied smirk on his face when he notices the mark he left on Isagi's neck.

"Everyone, get back to training" Noa says and everyone goes back to training, and Kaiser still won't pass to Isagi.

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I hope you enjoyed that KaiSagi fan fic of mine!

That's all, have a good day/night!

#michael kaiser #yoichi isagi #isagi yoichi #kaiser x isagi #kaisagi

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maxattax · 8 months

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Tabletop

Ectoberhaunt Day 6: Tabletop

CW: None

Danny grappled with a difficult decision that would impact the next few weeks of his life. “Do I want to be a fighter or a monk? Hmm…” Danny gnawed on the cap of his pen, staring intently at his blank character sheet.

“Monk,” said Tucker. “You’re more of a hand-to-hand kinda guy than a weapons guy.”

“You know we’re not making ourselves, right? Cause otherwise your charisma score should be much lower,” Sam retorted, pointing at the numbers on his sheet.

“Hey, I am so charismatic!,” said Tucker, indignant. “Plus, I’m a bard, I need high charisma!”

“A bard? You’re not going to subject us to your singing, are you?” said Sam, head in her hands.

Danny sighed; Tucker and Sam would argue about anything. “Guys, come on. This is supposed to be fun. We can be whatever we want. I think I will go with monk. What about you, Sam?”

“Druid, obviously.” She scoffed, but had a smile on her face.

“I thought we weren’t making ourselves,” Tucker snarked.

Sam smacked him on the back of the head, then continued. “I love the whole communing with nature thing, and I get to transform into different animals. It just sounded fun.”

“Yeah, that–” Danny’s response was interrupted by a sudden chill slithering down his back. He gasped a puff of cold air at the feeling of his insides freezing. “Oh boy. I’ll be back soon,” Danny said. A flash of white light engulfed the kitchen and Danny Phantom jumped into the air, floating above his seat. Before he had a chance to leave, a ghost appeared before him.

“I AM THE BOX–”

“Are you for real?” Danny cut him off. He ran his hand through his hair. “We just started game night!”

“There is no time for games when you are being terrorized with small plastic boxes!” the Box Ghost shouted. He raised his arms high in the air, and a blue glow enveloped his hands. A D6 from every pile of dice floated into the air.

Tucker cut in. “Dude, do you wanna just play with us?”

“What?” Danny and Sam stared at Tucker, wearing twin masks of shock.

The Box Ghost rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “What are the rules of this game? Are there boxes?”

Danny looked at Sam, who shook her head noncommittally. “I guess you can join us, if you promise not to be a nuisance. No yelling, no attacking, no stealing boxes. Speaking of, you get one set of dice, and the D6,” he gestured at the floating dice, “is basically like a tiny box? But this could get complicated; there’s a lot of rules involved…”

The Box Ghost grabbed Danny’s character sheet off the table. “This sheet of paper is covered in tiny boxes! I demand one of my own!”

Danny, resigned, pulled up a chair. “Have a seat, we’ll get you one.” He scooched his chair back and turned towards the living room. “Hey Jazz, we’ve got an extra player!”

Jazz poked her head into the kitchen. “Who– huh. Okay. I can print off a sheet for him. I’ll need to tweak the campaign a little…” She wandered upstairs, muttering to herself.

Tucker pulled several heavy rulebooks out of his backpack and started animatedly explaining the rules to the Box Ghost. Sam sighed. It was gonna be a long night.

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt23 #day 6 #tabletop #my writing #this was a silly idea but i had to do it

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agoldengalaxy · 3 months

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What She Left Behind

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“Cal,” Greez breathed, the bottle in his hand shaking a little. “What’re ya doin’ here?” “I could ask you the same question. You’re supposed to be asleep on the Mantis right now. Are you okay?” Huffing a sigh, he turned his gaze up to the ceiling. “No. The room’s spinning.” BD-1 beeped, and Cal chuckled. “No, buddy. He doesn’t mean the room’s actually spinning.” Moving to sit cross-legged beside him, he hesitated before asking, “You wanna talk about it?”

Cal quickly scanned the saloon, surprisingly quiet now at this time of night. Hard at work wiping down the bar, Monk twisted his head slightly.

“Ah, Cal! It’s great to see you.”

Despite the fact that the droid said it every single time Cal walked into the saloon, the young man still smiled and stepped up toward the bar. “You too, Monk. Empty night, huh?”

“Most patrons just left,” he replied. “It’s strange. It is not usually this quiet.

“Tell me about it.” Cal glanced around again before returning his gaze to the bartender. “Have you seen Greez? He’s not on the Mantis.”

Monk was silent for a moment, his head spinning to seemingly look away. “He is downstairs.”

Cal’s brows furrowed. “In my room?”

“Yes. He wanted to be left alone, but…” Monk trailed off, and his head spun back around to the front. “Perhaps you should check on him, Cal.”

Despite what many people said about droids, Cal could detect emotion and empathy within Monk’s words. BD-1 beeped questioningly, while Cal simply nodded and stepped away from the bar. “Thanks.”

It was no secret that they were all struggling. Kata was barely eating, Merrin was constantly moving and fidgeting, Greez would cry when he thought no one was looking, and Cal couldn’t sleep. He was putting all of his energy into checking on Kata so that he didn’t have to think about himself, even when Merrin gave him those looks. It just felt so overwhelming.

They’d keep telling Kata that things were going to be okay, but they were just lying to her face. Death never stopped. He wasn’t sure he could count the number of deaths he’d seen on two hands.

Cal shook the thoughts away. It wasn’t the time to wallow. He took everything one step at a time these days, and the next step now was to find Greez.

As he descended the stairs, Cal could hear muffled moaning. He moved a little quicker.

When the door slid open, he saw Greez sitting on the floor beside the window. He was leaning with his head back against the sill, his arms sprawled out with one hand holding a half-empty bottle. Tears trickled down his face, but he didn’t even bother to lift his head upon hearing the door open.

“Whoever it is, Monk, I’m not in the mood,” he mumbled. Cal shook his head, walking over to crouch beside him.

“Not even me?” he asked gently. Clouded eyes slowly roved toward him, blinking once or twice before there seemed to be any recognition.

“Cal,” he breathed, the bottle in his hand shaking a little. “What’re ya doin’ here?”

“I could ask you the same question. You’re supposed to be asleep on the Mantis right now. Are you okay?”

Huffing a sigh, Greez turned his gaze up to the ceiling. “No. The room’s spinning.”

BD-1 beeped, and Cal chuckled. “No, buddy. He doesn’t mean the room’s actually spinning.” Moving to sit cross-legged beside him, he hesitated before asking, “You wanna talk about it?”

Silence fell between them for a moment. Greez sighed so softly it was almost inaudible. “It’s her birthday.”

It suddenly felt like a Star Destroyer had just crashed into him full speed. Cal closed his eyes, trying to shake off his dizziness. “I didn’t know.”

“She wasn’t one to share.” Cal opened his eyes, taking Greez in for a moment before moving to lay down beside him, his hands beneath his head. The ceiling’s fluorescent lights blinked as if they were pitying the two men on the floor. BD-1 hopped to sit in between them while Greez looked to Cal. “You don’t gotta stay here, kid. I’ll be fine.”

“I know.” Moving his head to meet Greez’ cloudy eyes, Cal felt a lump form in his throat. “I want to.”

Greez’ expression twisted into what looked like pain, but Cal recognized it as his ‘trying to hold back tears’ face. “What’d I do to deserve you, kid?”

Cal smiled sadly. “I think Cere would want us to stick together.”

He got a sob in response. It took a second for him to compose himself.

“...I miss her, Cal.”

Cal felt his heart shatter. Seeing Greez like this, merely like a shell of himself, was upsetting in a way he couldn’t explain. He reached over, gently rubbing one of Greez’ arms, trying to fight the burn in his own eyes. “I do, too. And if she were here, she’d hate that we’re just lying here.” He could already hear her voice.

My death was necessary to protect those codes. Keep fighting so it was not in vain.

“It ain’t fair,” Greez moaned, his words slurring a little as he drank more from the bottle. “Just when we felt like there was some hope, she…”

“I know.” For a moment, the familiar rage burned in his chest as he thought of Bode. After all of this, he wasn’t sure he could trust anyone anymore. The darkness hummed around him, and he ignored it. “We’re gonna keep fighting for that hope. For Cere.”

Greez rolled over, pressing his face into Cal’s shoulder as he cried. Cal’s arm came up to hold him, letting him let it out as he stared up at the blinking lights, listening to BD-1’s sad boops and wondering if the pain would ever stop.

Would he someday lose Greez, too? Merrin and Kata? Why was he still alive when everyone he cared about always ended up dead?

The darkness around him hummed louder this time. Whispered voices spoke to him in unknown languages. When he closed his eyes, he could see Dagan. He could see Bode. He saw Cere and Trilla, who beckoned him closer.

Before he could do anything, Merrin appeared behind his closed eyelids. Her voice echoed. I can’t lose you, too. His eyes shot open. He focused on Greez’ warmth, on the way his chest heaved. Greez needed him now. It wasn’t the time to feel sorry for himself.

He held him for a while until Greez slowly pulled away, wiping at his eyes sloppily. “Sorry, kid. You shouldn’t’ve had to see that.”

“It’s okay.” And he meant it. BD-1 nuzzled its head against Greez’ hand, and he gently pat the droid while Cal took the bottle from him.

Clearing his throat, perhaps trying to regain some composure, Greez looked tiredly up at the ceiling. “Next time I see Vader, I’m gonna kill him.”

Cal smiled, a little more genuine this time. “I’m sure you will, Greez.” Suddenly, the door slid open, and Merrin and Kata stood at the foot of the stairs. Merrin’s eyes were wide, perhaps scanning for danger until falling on the two men on the floor. For a second, no one spoke, until Cal lifted a hand in a half-hearted wave. “Hey.”

Kata rushed over, kneeling in between Cal and Greez. “Are you okay? Why are you here?”

“Oh, I just needed some peace and quiet, Kata. But you know Cal. He won’t leave ya alone,” Greez answered gently, seemingly sobering up the second she got close. She smiled slightly.

Merrin, meanwhile, let out a relieved sigh, shaking her head. “I woke up and you were both gone - I thought something happened…”

Cal sat up slowly, the bones along his back cracking painfully. “I’m sorry…I couldn’t sleep, and I had to go looking for Greez. I didn’t want to wake you up.”

She gave him a look. He knew she could help with the dreams - in fact, she often did - but he couldn’t ask that of her every single night. They’d had this conversation a lot. They decided not to continue it in front of Greez and Kata.

“I am glad you are both alright,” she said instead, looking at Greez now, clearly knowing that ‘alright’ was not quite the word that she should use in this situation as her gaze flicked toward the bottle Cal had placed on the floor.

“Of course I am. Nothin’ can get the best pilot in the galaxy down,” Greez replied, either a really good actor or genuinely feeling better just with Kata by his side. Cal couldn’t tell. “But layin’ on the floor ain’t so bad.”

Kata scrunched her face up. After looking at him skeptically, she lay down between Cal and Greez, her small frame fitting in the space perfectly. BD-1 happily hopped onto her chest as she looked up at the blinking lights, smiling. “It’s not as bright in here as it was at home.”

Cal hated that Nova Garon was ever considered home for her, but he didn’t voice it. Instead, he nodded, always trying to keep things light when she was around. “Yeah, it’s pretty great. Greez made this whole room for me. It’s nice to get off the Mantis sometimes.”

“I like going to new places,” Kata agreed, looking up at Merrin, who smiled back. The smile faded slightly as her eyes drifted toward Greez. Cal followed her gaze.

His eyes were closed, his two left arms resting on his chest that rose and fell with even breaths. All that crying had tired him out. Maybe the alcohol had a hand in it. Kata lifted her head to see, too, her lips parting in surprise.

“Is he asleep?” she whispered, her head swiveling to look at the other two. Merrin smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes, and nodded.

“Yes.”

“Oh.” She bit her lip, then stood up, walking toward the small alcove where the bed was. She grabbed one of the rolled-up blankets, shook it out, and walked it back over. After shaking it out, she gently placed it over Greez, who mumbled something under his breath, and knelt down beside him. “We’re not gonna leave him alone, right?”

Cal, while trying to fight the burn in his eyes, exchanged a look with Merrin. Despite everything, Kata was so kind. He remembered Cere’s voice, urging him to guide her. He turned, gently ruffling her hair. “No, of course not. He’d want us here tonight.”

Pleased by that answer, Kata smiled and lay down between them again. Cal shrugged and lay down as well, raising his brows at Merrin, who sighed softly before joining them. He placed an arm around her. She lay her head on his chest. Things were quiet besides Greez’ soft breathing.

It was late, so it didn’t take long for Kata to join him. While she slept, she grabbed Cal’s free arm, happily snuggling it in place of her Mookie doll, while BD-1 nuzzled up next to his neck. For what felt like the millionth time, he held back tears as he stared up at the ceiling, a mix of sadness and gratitude surging him all at once.

Merrin lifted her head to look at him, gently sweeping hair from his eyes. He leaned into the touch, feeling his eyelids grow heavy by the moment as she took his hand in her own. “Sleep,” she said softly. “We are safe. I promise.”

Strangely enough, he felt too tired to argue. “Thank you,” he mumbled, weakly squeezing her hand before allowing his eyes to close.

On that floor, surrounded by his family, he had the best sleep he’d had in weeks.

#star wars #jedi survivor #cal kestis #greez dritus #cere junda #nightsister merrin #kata akuna #m6nk #bd 1 #they're all so sad and so am I :(#let them rest tho #my writing #agoldengalaxy #my post

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Tsurune: Irodori no Issha Episode 3: Kirisaki Ranking

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A surprise Kabashima and Yushima (who have first names now) focused audio drama

Tsurune translation masterpost here

Translation Notes

1. This seems to imply that Kirisaki is also affiliated with a university

Kabashima: sigh

Yushima: Good work today, Kabashima

Kabashima: ...You’re early. You already took a bath?

Yushima: Yeah. Baths before school feel great

Kabashima: ! Yushima, what’s that on top of your desk? A printout? Did we have homework or something?

Yushima: No. This is the popularity poll for the Kirisaki High School kyudo club boys

Kabashima: Hah? A popularity poll?

Yushima: The girls got excited while they were talking and made this, apparently. Wanna see?

Kabashima: How stupid!

Yushima: But you’re pretty high up there in the rankings. I see, you don’t want to see it. I guess that’s for the best. Apparently only girls are allowed to see it

Kabashima: Hey...hey wait a minute! Why are you looking at something only girls can see?

Yushima: Me? I’m special

Kabashima: Yeah right, as if

Yushima: Because the girls rely on me. Like how the boys’ uniforms stink or how the weeding for the shajo is too sloppy, the girls aren’t pleased by those kinds of things. You didn’t know that, did you

Kabashima: I, I didn’t know...

Yushima: I was the one who told Mutou-sensei to ban leaving uniforms at the kyudojo over the weekend. And the girls talk to me about their love problems, like, “Who’s that? Does he have a girlfriend?”

Kabashima: Love...?　Such immorality inside our club! There’s a complete lack of discipline!

Yushima: You’re so strict. What generation are you from?

Kabashima: Urggh...a-anyways, show me that popularity poll!

Yushima: Oh, you want to see it?

Kabashima: I’m just checking it! After President Motomura and the others retire, it’ll be us second-years’ time to shine!

Yushima: Wow, you got fired up

Kabashima: The “Smartest Guy” ranking. President Motomura is number one, and Sase-san is second place? And then Fujiwara... These are pretty decent results, putting Fujiwara aside. Apparently, the two third-years are considering doing outside entrance exams (1)

Yushima: Even though they can go anywhere on a recommendation, that’s just like the two of them

Kabashima: The “Princeliness” ranking...Fujiwara’s number one, huh. Well, I guess that’s pretty reasonable too. He comes from a good family and has a refinement to him

Yushima: Wahaha. Nice job acting like you’re above him

Kabashima: You say “above,” but the ranking itself starts from the top. What’s the next one? “Alikeness” ranking? Hey wait

Kabashima: Senichi and Manji are in first place. Are there other people who look alike other than them? What’s with this rigged poll?

Yushima: Well, even if you say that...this is just the girls playing around.

Kabashima: The “Tsundere” ranking...even something like that can be ranked?

Kabashima: Hmm? Who’s this Nikaidou (middle school)?

Yushima: Right? Apparently there was a good-looking tsundere who went to Kirisaki Middle School. It’s amazing that he’s still so popular

Kabashima: How stupid. It really is stu...hey! Yushima, aren’t you in first place? What’s the meaning of this?

Yushima: Ah, that. It’s just the “Monk” ranking. I just have a shaved head, that’s all

Kabashima: No, there’s comments here that says “Because he’s always calm” and “He attained enlightenment.” You got some bizarrely high praise

Yushima: What do you mean by bizarre? No, but after all, it’s a Monk ranking

Kabashima: That’s true...

Kabashima: ...

Kabashima: (trying to hide his laughter) ...Of all things, a monk...

Yushima: Wow, it seems to be a hit with you

Kabashima: ...Sorry. No, but really, I think they’re compliments

Yushima: Liar, you're smiling. You’re definitely imagining me in a bodhisattva pose right now

Kabashima: Puh...(clearing his throat)

Yushima: As for your ranking, Kabashima...

Kabashima: W-Wait! I’ll look at it myself!

Kabashima: ...Here it is. Kabashima Umetarou. In first place! The ranking is...what the hell is this! The “Annoying-Cute” ranking!?

Yushima: That’s great, isn’t it, Kabashima

Kabashima: Hah? Hah? Annoying-cute? I’m not annoying or cute!

Yushima: No, you actually are. If you’re just the most annoying then you can’t recover from that, but the moment “cute” is added, it’s an unexpected reversal

Kabashima: I won’t accept this! What part of me is annoying-cute? If it’s my ranking, then it should be something like “most reliable” or “most trustworthy”!

Yushima: Eh~~~

Kabashima: What! You got a different opinion?

Yushima: Ugh, this is why I shouldn’t have shown this to you

#tsurune #tsurune: irodori no issha #kabashima #yushima

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