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#Doodles#ISaT#Siffrin#Loop#Yaaaay suffering <3 <3 <3#Lol#Starting with a cute practice Sif to get used to drawing them a bit more they're so cute what the heck#He's so shaped I love that for him and about him#Crisp design very nice#Sif really is the embodiment of ''Ignorance is bliss'' and being so maladjusted about it :'D#His memory issues make the me a sad#Ironically I try not to think about it too hard or else I'll get Really sad lol#Memory is the foundation of individual personhood! It's such a tragedy weh#Him brushing things off by falling back into his issues is just so agh Sif no you deserve better!#Some sillies lol I never know if I should give content warnings for these kinds of jokes - I don't make them often!#Loop's line in the Jello streams is So good I couldn't not lol#Happy Wednesday fr btw lol yes I did do that on purpose#The last one agh the red and like - can we talk about Sif (and Loop's and Odile's) specific portraits where their hands do the spark thing??#I always forget how art can be Whatever and that overlapping/removing lineart to imply shapes and movement and just jfdslafd#It's so cool I love it so much it's very inspiring#The bonus is mostly a joke lol - again while watching the Jello streams Lenti was talking about how much she relates to Sif#And I was privately like ''Haha thank goodness I don't relate to him! Couldn't be me!'' And Then#It's fine lol I'm aware of my overlapping issues - I fall more on the Isa side of ''Sounds fake but okay'' but yeah.....yeahhhh lol#As long as I don't get trapped in a time loop about it! Poor Sif haha
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Gibeon & Amethio are related, but they are not father and son.
So, ep45 had me applying my clown makeup as I was a firm Gibeon is related to Amethio denier and that has uh clearly been proven true by that final scene… but I still don’t think they’re father and son like most people seem to be saying. First, let’s start with Gibeon’s physical condition.
It seems clear by his position in the reveal that he suffers with functioning properly, this is further demonstrated with Hamber’s ‘Gibeon is awake’ comment. Considering he’s at least over 100, this is probably him abusing his mortality coming to bite him in the ass or some injury he sustained when Lucius kicked him out of the Rakua gc. And while pokemon never acknowledges topics like sex for obvious reasons, I doubt the writers would ignore the fact that Gibeon is clearly not in any condition to be breeding (dude only holds like 3 min meetings before going back to bed, he could never last that long in a physical activity such as that)
Now, this brings me to another theory i’ve been seeing: Amethio is some sort of clone/ artificial human being. I can see why some people think this, but i don’t think it’s going to happen. I just think it goes against the themes horizons has been setting up about generations (ex: ep34 where Hamber and Diana both pass things down to Liko and Amethio) i think it would be weird to have all this stuff about ancestry and then just throw in ‘oh and amethio’s not human btw’. It’s also just a really dark existential topic for pokemon, i know they can go dark and have done artificial creation before but that’s always been strictly for pokemon at least to my knowledge. I think people who believe in clone theory are getting too caught up in their Amethio and Hunter from ToH comparisons- ofc your free to theorise what you want but I just don’t see this happening.
To give some more solid proof that Amethio isn’t Gibeon’s son, let’s look at Liko’s ancestry.
As we can see, hair does seem to matter when it comes to being directly descended from someone. All three have the same hair pattern, even if we can’t see the brighter blue for Lucca’s. Compare this to Lucius’s hair:
It’s been made very clear that Liko is a descendant of his somehow, but this isn’t as direct as a great grandfather because then Diana could’ve literally just asked her mom who the man in the photo was to learn they’re related. Lucius resembles them somewhat but there are very clear differences.
Likewise, this seems to be the case with Gibeon and Amethio’s hair differences. They have the same colour scheme of white and black, but the way the two colours are separated are completely different. Just as Lucius and Liko’s family both have that sticky outy bit of their hair, Amethio and Gibeon both share that little white antenna although Gibeon’s is positioned differently.
So here’s my proposition: Amethio is related to Gibeon the same way Liko is related to Lucius.
Perhaps then Amethio is some distant relative to Gibeon who he located at some point- likely he didn’t have any family and so when Gibeon pulls up with his ‘oh hey we’re related’ spiel Amethio jumps at the chance for any form of connection. It’s not clear how much Amethio knows regarding Gibeon (he didn’t even know why he wanted the pendant after all) but perhaps Gibeon uses his condition as a further way of manipulating Amethio: not only does Amethio work for explorers to get Gibeon’s approval but also to find whatever he needs to not die so he won’t lose his last chance at family?
I also believe this is supported by all the Amethio-Liko parallels the show has been building up. It’s likely that Amethio’s backstory could be a dark mirror of Liko’s where the Explorers are to him what RVT is to Liko. Although, Amethio’s situation takes the ‘found family’ part more literally and instead of experiencing happiness he gets moulded into a child soldier…. yaaaay…
So then why does Gibeon actually need Amethio? Aside from the obvious meta reason, it’s likely Gibeon speculated someone with his blood could function as a Lucius detector (the pendant only stopped being dormant after amethio came into close contact) and this is also one of the reasons Amethio gets booted off the mission as he’d already performed his purpose of confirming the pendant was related to Lucius. Perhaps there’s something about Amethio’s ancestry which doesn’t apply to Gibeon that’s important? Or maybe Gibeon just put an easily exploitable child to good use.
Either way, there really isn’t a happy explanation for Amethio’s circumstances. Poor guy :(
I’ll potentially be eating my own words in a few months when we learn more about Gibeon and Amethio’s relationship but hey it never hurts to theorise. Hopefully we learn more stuff soon and that Amethio doesn’t get locked into off screen jail for another 11 weeks 💀💀
#pokemon horizons#amethio#anipoke#pokemon liko#anipoke spoilers#pokemon lucius#pokemon gibeon#pokemon horizons spoilers
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Me: "Yaaaay it's Horizons anniversary soon!!"
Others: "It's been a year since Satoshi's journey ended"
I... I didn't even think about that |D
Guess I was that ready to just let him leave the story.
Considering that none of the original series staff stayed in the writing team, they were too.
Since it's soon been a year and we're reaching the end of act 2, I can confidently say this is like, my favourite Pokémon series. Alongside Sun & Moon. And both are favs for wholely different reasons, as in, love Sun & Moon for tackling mature topics and for having wonderful humor, alongside good world building and nice focus on family theme. While Horizons I love the story focus shift from normal, cast that is super enjoyable and a take on a found family type of group, new original villains that I've come to like a lot, etc etc.
I love how different both shows are. I love how both dare to try new things out in different way. Liko is one of THE most relatable characters to me, and I love the whole entire cast to bits. I even adore the Explorers, esp. Sango is slowly making a hole in my heart that wants me to call myself a fan of hers. Yes. She's been that enjoyable to me. Even Amethio's grown on me immensely, I like how his character works, and excited to see his role this upcoming ep.
At the start Roy felt a tad bit too alike to Satoshi, and at times I can see that similar type of "forget about a skill and then do the skill" writing from Satoshi era is thrown on him, but he's still mostly his own character. But that is probably why I'm more drawn to the likes of Liko, Dot, Friede, Amethio and Sango, because their fighting styles are so refreshing for me. I even like how Onyx and Sango pairing works, with Onyx fitting Sango's oni-speaking pattern (srsly wtf that must have been intended and now I want to know if dub has ANYTHING to match this speaking pattern with.)
There's been clear growth, clear character progression, much much slower team progress than whatever the fuck JN did (not jabbing at anyone who likes JN but I won't deny that I really hate how fucking fast most Pokémon evolved there. It seems Horizons knows not to rush things).
Act 1 suffered from pacing issue where stuff happens in one episode and then the next ep sort of shrugs it off and continues the plot in a really weird tone-shift, but I don't think act 2 had that, which I liked. But act 2 also had more fill-ins compared to the action-packed act 1. But imo, it was good to have a more slower, calming pace for a while. It helped build on the characters more, and show how the Rising Volt Tacklers exactly live like. Which makes the Brave Asagi breaking in recent episode ever so more heartbreaking aaaaaaaaah-
I'm also kinda glad I was wrong on the "only a one year long series", because so far I'm quite attached to the cast and definitely wouldn't have felt happy to see them go yet. So knowing that Horizons seems to follow the usual 3 year pace (maybe 2, maybe 4, who knows) makes me happy. And I totally look forward to act 3 that is definitely caused by the Brave Asagi needing long, long time for repairs.
So um yeh. This was a weird ramble lol. But like, love Horizons, don't exactly miss old show as I felt it told whatever it wanted to and had the danger of just, butchering characters further from what I enjoyed it for. Sometimes it's better to let go. Fanfics and fanarts will still exists for a long long time, I'm sure. But my enjoyment on Horizons has definitely caused me to not miss the old days at all. And I'm glad.
(Do I want Satoshi to return? Honestly? No. 26 years is long enough for me.)
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A Corduroy Tragedy
So...I was reading a tumblr post focused on Wendy (and the Wendip ship, which...I still don't care for, honestly. I mostly read it for the Wendy lore) and I came across something interesting.
And its from the Lost Legends comic. Like Journal 3, it too has hidden messages and I wanted to get mine so I can verify what was said in the post.
I don't have it immediately available at the moment (I left it in my mom's room and she's asleep, so I don't want to disturb her), but according to the post, the message had something to do with Wendy's mother.
And it's that she isn't die at some point, like many of us probably assumed (under the assumption that not everyone is privy to this).
The message hinted that she's trapped in another dimension. Sort of like Ford, but not really. Like, I don't think she's dimension hopping. She's trapped in one place. Perhaps this could give the idea that there are random portals/rifts than can appear and disappear.
And Wendy's mother accidentally encountered one and vanished without a trace. As for when...hard to say. Obviously, it was some time after the birth of Wendy's youngest brother, Gus.
We also don't know the ages of the Corduroy bros (except for being less than 15, since Wendy's the oldest child) and Marcus having facial hair surprisingly wouldn't help in this case because it could be a Corduroy thing, sort like how Wendy's height is a Corduroy trait.
Still, I'll take the facial hair for consideration just to make things easy. Of course, facial hair starts appearing during puberty, usually at the age of 13~16 (though some sources say 11~15 for facial hair growing at the corners).
So, I'd make the guessimate that Marcus (the oldest brother) is probably either 14 or 13 years old. The middle brother, Kevin, I'd say could be 3 years younger (11 or 10), and the youngest brother, Gus, is maybe 8.
I personally headcanon that Wendy lost her mother at around the same age as Dipper and Mabel. That headcanon remains true even with this new knowledge. Maybe Mrs. Corduroy went looking for something or went for a walk in the woods and fell through a random rift.
She gets reported missing and despite an extensive search, she was never found. It made no sense to the locals. Mrs. Corduroy knew the woods like the back of her hand, she couldn't've gotten lost. I can kinda see this as a reference to 411 cases.
And, perhaps, an incredible role model to Wendy.
Because...with a family like the Corduroys, I highly doubt that Mama Corduroy was a pansy. No, she was a down-to-earth and strong-willed woman with a sharp wit. She was an inspiration.
And now, she is gone. Vanished without a trace. It left the family devastated and Wendy in a bad headspace. There is a scene with Manly Dan's vehicle where there is a yellow ribbon sticker attached to the back...yeah.
To this day, Wendy still holds out hope that her mom will come back. And when she does, ask why. Even so, she knows that she's gonna have to move on.
This is...somehow more tragic than just having Mrs. Corduroy die in an accident. Because, at least with that, there is confirmation. There is a body. There isn't uncertainty. But, the idea that Mrs. Corduroy just...vanished?
It has a special type of hold...one that will linger for a long time.
Whelp, more angst fodder! Have at it!
...It's 11 pm and I should be asleep, but instead, I wrote this!
Yaaaay...
I am suffering a bit and I am taking y'all down with me.
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For the ask game, wound, skin and secret for any OC of your choice :)
Yaaaay. I'll do Miles because I've been missing him.
Long post so I'll put the answers under read more!
Wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?
Miles has a lot of emotional wounds, but I've talked about that before so I'll talk about his physical ones.
During the events of Victory Road Mavis gets wounded by both Blake and Fern. He gets hit by their A-Sandslash and Decidueye's attacks.
Miles managed to dodge most of the Blake's icicle crashes, but when dodging one of them some of the ice shards hit one of his eyes and other parts of his face which left scars. Miles is blinded in one eye and has a big scar on his cheek and a small one on his lip.
Fern's arrows hit Miles's leg, arm and hand, which are wrapped in bandages. Miles for a long while is unable to run, well he can but only for a short amount of time and he'll be in pain. He is unable to properly close one of his hands for a while without feeling pain, stretching his arm also hurts. Luckily enough all these wounds, although they do scar, don't hurt him forever.
Actually, one wound/scar I added was a burn scar that also happens in Victory road during the ruby room segment. He gets hit by a flamethrower from Sirius's Manectric.
At first he is in a lot of pain for a few months and feels very insecure about it, but learns to love his body again after a few years.
And of course there are his top surgery scars but that's not an issue lol
Skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?
Miles at the start of the game is perfectly fine with how he looks and feels about his body. I already talked about how he feels insecure about his scars and wounds during post game and how he gets over it.
Anything he grapples with is mainly emotional.
Also nope, no creature that lives inside of him or any curse. lol
Secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?
TW: Mentions of suicidal thoughts, mention of failed suicide attempt and depression
That he had suffered from depression and that he tried to end himself when he was younger. His siblings know even though he isn't aware of it. He tries to hide it all by a happy go lucky persona (which isn't entirely fake, but it does hide all of his depression)
It is find out by some people later (his partners and closest friends)
Thanks for the ask!!!! I missed talking about him <3
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🌸 Tell me about your OC(s) - with pictures if you want !Pick some facts you want to share about them & let us gush about them together! Then send to other creators to do the same ✨
AHHHH hALO 💌💌💌💌
well !!!!!! here ar e some facts about veniamin & bodyguard au bc .. im so weak oh nooo... there could be mistakes in my writing bc im running on a single brain cell today !!!! i dont want to check for grammar
⟡ veniamin was punished by the council (consisting of a few goddesses, with deapaix being one of them) for going rampant, eating and killing the whole village that was worshipping him. he was blinded by his greed, the usual offerings were not enough for him anymore. and so, veniamin ran into the village, tearing apart everyone in sight. he's a wretched beast, with maw and claws dripping blood onto the cold snowy ground.
i will never get tired of the ❤blood and snow❤ combination. something something veniamin fell victim to his carnal desires and defiled the snowy, pure white village by spilling blood of innocent. creature with skin so pale it almost blends in with the scenery, if not for the splashes of burning crimson. back legs that of a mountain lion, multiple wings, and eyes, eyes clouded with bloodlust. after veniamin returned to his senses, he solemnly realized that everyone is dead. he returns to his temple, curls up on a snowy pile and falls asleep.
only to wake up and realize that he lies on the moss covered stone. in this place, where winters are eternal, the snow is suddenly gone. how long he's been asleep for? is this even real? he runs to the village, only to find out that it's gone too. there's a huge flower field now, full of red little flowers. :] after that veniamin goes deeper into the field and falls down to his knees from agonising pain, blah blah blah, scars appear on the left side of his body, too much pain, he runs and runs until he can't anymore and blacks out, only to be dragged away into a cursed little city by some cultists. GAH that was a lot alright. and i said snow and snowy so many times pls
⟡ both in canon and in bodyguard au veniamin loves gardening. in canon he's not able to do that (the place in which he now resides is suffering from drought and there's only stone and sand around), but in au, when all that thing with martha's family being wanted (WE DID NO CRIMES) is somewhat over and they will move to somewhere warm, veniamin will care for their backyard garden <) he'll plant chameleon lilies (his favorite) and pink antirrhínum (martha's favorite) there. yaaaay 🎉
⟡ spoiler for another as k < D
he wears those uhhh cat-paw socks. like these ones. sillyyyy....
⟡ and just some pictures that remind me of veniamin&martha
that's it, i think. thank you !!!!!! <3 💟
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2, 7, and 25 for the oc ask yaaaaaaayyy (for whoever you'd like !!)
MINTT YAAAAY thank you hugging you hugging you !!
2. How much death and/or destruction have they wrought?
SUCH A LOADED QUESTION. and such a fucking good one. if I were to compare the amount of misery caused between Vincent, Armistice, and Joakim ...
well, Armistice was the moralist politician. she was definitely causing the most harm on a grand scale whether she liked it or not. im not really interested in getting into the weeds of All That (bureaucracy is the quickest way to bore me I cant be assed to research that deeply for a hobby fic) but he was not responsible in his job whatsoever
well, no - by the time the events of The Fic roll around he isnt. I really do think she tried to be the son her father raised at first. that might have caused even more suffering than ignoring his job altogether to deal drugs and purposefully endanger himself. by actually trying to be a good moralist and make sure that the status quo is upheld (no matter the suffering of those people under the status quo)
as for our cop duo, Joakim has one extra year of formal service before Vincent, as well as a few informal years as a civilian informant. I'd like to think he did a lot more good in that time than harm, considering the reason he got involved to begin with was stumbling onto human trafficking as a teen - but he is also more trigger-happy than he would like to admit. if he thinks someone is in danger, he WILL shoot first and ask questions later, which inevitably leads to killing and maiming
I imagine his record of kills is more numerous than his partner's. I'd say an estimate of 1.5 deaths per year until his own death - making that 6 in total at the very least (idk why I decided to do fancy math about it, but it is what it is)
Vincent on the other hand avoids lethal force at all costs - he's not the strongest physically, so most of this entails convincing Joakim to back him up with restraint/fists rather than a bullet. hes trying to help people, not kill them - but then again, he gains the nickname Omen for a reason. people tend to die around him for no real fault of his own. it's Revachol, after all. hes killed about 3 people out of his service of 8 years, one out of strict vengeance for Joakim's death, others accidents of self-defense that he regrets immensely
7. What's their pain tolerance?
FUN QUESTION I was thinking abt this while watching a character have an incredibly high pain tolerance going hmmm interesting ...
I do think Vincent is one of those people that has absolutely freakish pain tolerance + strength in the heat of an altercation because of adrenaline, but as soon as it starts working its way out of his system that guy is DOWN for the count. kind of dude who doesnt even realize hes hurt until someone else points it out. small things hes a wimp for though <3
speaking being a wimp, Mikael has to have some crazy pain tolerance considering how often hes constantly fuckin getting hurt and still smiling away. has a lot to do with him keeping up an extreme facade for police work & toxic masculinity, but if he didnt have it before police work, I imagine it would be a "fake it til you make it" kind of situation that developed over time. predator animal fear where no one can ever see him weak or theyre going to Kill Him To Death
25. Have they tore someone to shreds with their bare hands? With their teeth?
OOOOH okay I love having characters that bite because well. thats me. im the biterrr (and I think thats a fun way of showing how potentially unhinged or desperate a character is in a fight) but I wouldnt say any of my disco ocs fit this criteria. HOWEVER
my FC5 Rook does definitely fit that criteria (funny - hes also a cop but from a different media) as the de facto leader of resistance against a violent cult. being stranded in what amounts to the middle of nowhere with no official backup and an organized militia trying to torture, indoctrinate, and/or kill him does insane shit to his brain. that guy turns into a monster all for the initial goal of genuinely trying to stand up to some evil shit he didnt like. the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and so on ...
anyway on top of that he was starved and denied water and who knows what else by one of those particular cult guys in an effort to basically turn him into a trained killing machine, so if he hadnt already been ready to seriously rip ppl apart with his hands & teeth that definitely did it
#vvin babbles#keyminnt#vincent travart#armistice arcelis#joakim virtaenen#mikael crisis wyrzyk#johen rook#I really dont talk about my darling Crisis enough !! but hes in a bit of timeline limbo atm#or Rook for that matter. but what can I say. hes from another game and Ive got disco brainrot
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SO WTF IS SE ABT FOR REAL??
like whats the STORY u may ask. well, im about to give you the run down right here right now (below the cut...cuz its alot..)
tagging @cosmiccoincidence @constellies and @vacantgodling cuz u guyz liked that post so u have to suffer for it
AIGHT HERE WE GO
SE Arc 1 is (as of now) split up into 4 parts, and contains 4 primary plotlines that are each introduced as the story progresses. If anything its typical of a jprg- we start out with dez and frank doing CrimesTM for money only for things to escalate EXASPERATEDLY by the climax/end of the Arc. Arc 1 is effectively the build-up, and I’m gonna give a run down on each part before going into the plotlines
PART 1 - aka the part im struggling most with rn. EXTREMELY episodic in tone, i want the major plot to sort of sneak in as things move along. The best i can sum this part up is “FUCK BITCHES GET MONEY”; Dez believes he needs a job to help his dad pay the bills, and thats how he ends up doing odd jobs for Carmine (along with various other criminals) with Frank along for the ride (against her will). This part is mostly their adventures while also acting as a basic establishment/exploration of the world of sorts, and plenty of foreshadowing is here. Another plotline that is teased is the one involving the Promethean Society.
PART 2 - aka ‘what the fuck was that’, in which the plotline regarding the Martian Kingdom gets full attention, and more Promethean Society characters are introduced. Dez and Frank have to deal with the aftermath of part 1, each in their own ways; Francis is newly homeless and confronted with the full scope of her Mental Illness~ and what she is by way of Thursday and her ‘long lost’ twin Ozymandias; Desmond begins to question whether or not its really worth it to continue to be used in the way he has, and he begins to…well, lets just say, he begins to let himself be properly angry. As stated before, Thursday and Friday are introduced and its through them that we get more into the Martian side of things!! yaaaay!!!
PART 3 - aka ‘FUCK it turns out our actions have consequences!!!’, in which the plotline goes full Promethean for a bit, alongside a NEC corporate warfare subplot that actually involves the Martians way more than you think. The ghosts Frankie and Dark are introduced, shit goes down, and Dez builds that nuclear bomb i like to make memes abt. Theres honestly way too much spoilery stuff in this part that i cant divulge, but basically everything kinda falls apart and our unlucky protagonist duo is forced to strike out on their own with only each other to count on.
PART 4 - aka ‘THE INTERMISSION’, which really cant be called a 'part' in and of itself tbh but wtv im rolling with it. Basically a run down of the blistering aftermath of part 3, as well as a HUGE 1000+ PAGES LONG RABBIT HOLE OF FLASHBACKS WITHIN FLASHBACKS. Not to say that the other parts dont have flashbacks as well, but these are gonna be mainly concerned with Lupe, Hammond, Maya, Carson, Azelfafage, Thursday and Friday- basically, the entire 20th century is gonna be covered and boy howdy its gonna be a brick in the face in terms of information and lore im gonna throw out.
NOW THAT THATS OUT OF THE WAY, LEMME SUM UP THE MAJOR PLOTLINES
Desmond and Francis: the two cherubs. The BABIES, who’re thrown into all this BULLSHIT just becuz their families cant be normal. SAD!! Francis has to deal with her extended family, which happens to be, oh, the fucking CURRENT RULER OF THE ENTIRE WORLD, Azel who wants to EAT ALL HUMANS, and her shitty loser ass twin brother; she has to deal with Thursday and Friday as well who in turn, want to KILL ALL MARTIANS?? (or at least most of em); Francis doesnt want to deal with this shit at ALL. Meanwhile, Desmond? Aaaahahaha oh my god. Lupe Altena is a pretty close relative of his (an AUNT) and she’s actually had her eye(singular) on him for QUITE a while now, and as it turns out, Dez is actually a pretty important fucking dude!!! And everyone who knows wants to get their hands on him…
Carson (and by extension Maya): aka the Prometheus plotline. Carson is the granddaughter of Carmine, Dez and Francis’s boss - and she’s a major Promethean Society scientist who’s kinda sorta maybe definitely a fuck up. She’s the one with the plan to sort of take the reins of the human race and end the cold war between Earth and Mars by way of SOMEHOW managing to acquire the finger of now-dead Martian King ALDEBARAN (Francis’s grandfather and arguably the most powerful Martian to exist ever) and to use it to…do that apparently. hm!!! Oh and Maya is very much Not For this lol
Friday (and by extension Thursday, Azel, and Kraz): WOOOOOOOO yeah Martians!! Kill em all!!!!! But yeah, we’re gonna see a shit ton of the alien side of things through their eyes cuz its kinda their job to deal with em, both fatally and diplomatically, to see that…it turns out that ALL Martians don’t wanna eat everything on Earth?? HMMMM!!!
Hammond: his plotline doesnt get introduced till much later (end of part 2) but basically hey, through this guy we’re gonna see history. The guy is almost 100 years old and has been involved in every single major event in the timeline of SE, and where a lot of Mysteries arise- what exactly happened to Lupe? Why DO they want to kill all Martians? Whats the real purpose behind the Promethean Society, and why exactly is Desmond Arkady so important?? We will just have to see!
but thaaaats basically it! Arc 2 is still in the brainstorming phase but i have plenty of ideas. theres soooo much shit that actually goes on between all of this but yeyeyeyeye this is SE, just a plain old story abt two unlucky kids gettin into shit thats way beyond them :) hope u enjoyed!!
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pov you are literally charis and asmodeus dragged his brother and brother in law to dress up and go trick or treating with everyone. they are suffering (no they're not, they're just dramatic) so hello HDDHKFDJDFH i think. this year they are doing dok.ja and joon.ghyuk from o.rv because. i mean,,, look at them,,
now asmoris and/or diaris couple outfits where 👁 it is dia's birthday so i think he should have something too
okay happy halloween!!! i hope you enjoy the rest of your day!!
YAAAAY IM SO GLAD YOU TWO ARE DRESSING UP YOU LOOK AMAZING. You two come outside dressed as them and Asmo and Ris just break out into grins and keep waggling our eyebrows at you hehehe
Asmo and I are dressing up as A.ziraphale and C.rowley ^v^ (I’m at work so I can only provide tiny pen doodles rn)
and of COURSE Dia is joining us all <3 he’s dressed up as Ben from D.escendants cause I think they have a similar vibe heh
HAPPY HALLOWEEN FRIEND <3
#asks#YAYYYYY ALL THE O.M GANG TRICK OR TREATING TOGETHER :D#I feel bad I can’t match with both of them 😭 but I know Dia would just be delighted to be there :]
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Just finished reading pt 2 of betrayed and AHHHHHHHH 😭 I started getting really into it and then BOOM it ended lmao 😭
I am proud of the reader for having self-respect and not forgiving Pedrito so fast (bc I too get annoyed when that happens 🙄) And Mr. Pascal how dare you! Be such a selfish asshole 😫 I want to root for him so so bad but he's making it impossible 😮💨
Bc I am a bitter person, I want him to suffer 😈, even if it's just a little bit, and realize that what he did was FAR FROM what a "good friend" would do and understand that reader has the right to be upset with him and maybe not want to forgive him (?)
Idea: Maybe reader accidentally bumps into someone at a coffee shop and spills her drink on them (or vice-versa) which leads to a friendship... maybe the friend starts developing feelings for reader (reader might find them attractive but it's nothing compared to what she feel for pedro?) Somewhere along that Pedro realizing that something could happen (is happening) between them and that's when he starts acknowledging that what he did was a shitty thing to do...? No lo se, solo es una idea 😂
I don't normally read Pedro fanfics, but the summary was right up my alley, and I decided to cave just this once, and let me tell you, I AM HOOKED, I AM OBSESSED 🫶🏽
I will be reading all the parts you decide to write, please don't feel pressured to post pt 3 or any future parts as soon as possible, take the time you need to write them, and we will all be patiently and eagerly waiting for them!!!! 💛
Yaaaay, I'm so happy you're enjoying yourself with this story!!! And tell me about it, pedrito está sendo un chico muy malo, no sé lo que pasó
But yeah, I don't like when reader forgives him so easily and i hold grudges so i am writing this to satisfy myself because i love angst and suffering and he deserves to have his heart broken too, it is not fair what he did to her, it was so cruel and what makes me angry is that he keeps pretending it wasn't a big deal!!!
I loooovee this idea and I thought of something similar that's gonna happen in the next chapter, i already know what'll happen next just haven't decided if it will be all in chapter 3 or if it'll be split into another chapter 🌚🌝
I'll be writing more during the day so let's see how it goes 😉
If I'm able to finish it today, I'll probably post it tomorrow night tho
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Such Happiness, Just Too Big…
Van Gogh's Birthday gacha 4★ story (3/3) ( 1 - 2 - 3 )
Location: kitchen (morning) ; garden (morning) | Characters: Van Gogh, Courbet, Giotto, Watteau, El Greco
Watteau: Yaaaay! Van Gogh! Happy birthday! Congraaaats!
Van Gogh: Woaaah!? Thanks…!
Watteau: We all worked hard to make the food and the cake, y’know. Eat as much as ya like, make as much noise as ya want, and have a great time!
Van Gogh: Yeah! I’ve been smelling really good for a while now. Thanks to you, I'm starving!
El Greco: Van Gogh, I'll give you this.
Van Gogh: ? Some kind of strange shape... A stone statue? Is that right?
El Greco: This is a statue of a guardian deity that was handed down in my hometown. I could not bring it with me from my hometown… But I gave Michelangelo a picture of the guardian deity and had him carve it. It's much better made than the one back home. I'm sure it will protect you from all kinds of things.
Van Gogh: I’m so happy, thank you so much! I'll take good care of it and put it on display.
El Greco: The offer for it is a cup of water in the morning and evening, once a month in the sun, and a leaf of a tree at each change of season.
Van Gogh: Okay. I think I'm going to forget it, so I'll ask you again when the time comes.
Giotto: More importantly, Michelangelo’s in his room again? Maybe he's embarrassed.
Van Gogh: Thanks to you as well, Giotto-san!
Giotto: No problem. It's nice to celebrate a birthday, ain’t it?
My gift is a lil’ big. I'll have it delivered directly to your room later.
Van Gogh: Okay! But what exactly could be such a big gift…?
Giotto: I wonder, what could it be? That's something you'll have to wait and see.
Van Gogh: What could it be? I'm so tempted to see it right now!
Watteau: Heyyyy, let’s all make a toaaast!~
Van Gogh: Ah, yes!
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Van Gogh: Phew, I'm so full after eating so much... The cake and the food were all delicious. I wish times like this could last forever. Then I–
Courbet: Van Gogh, can I have a minute?
Van Gogh: ? Yeah…?
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Van Gogh: What’s wrong? We even went outside…
Courbet: No, I saw you looking gloomy earlier, so I wondered what was wrong.
Van Gogh: Ah… Uhm… Really? It was the same as usual, wasn’t it?
Courbet: I've been thinking for a while now that sometimes you try to cover yourself up like that. In times of pain and suffering... It would be nice if you could show more to others how you feel.
Van Gogh: Hahaha… It's a little strange to hear you say that, Courbet.
Courbet: … Ever since I came to the Palette Museum, I've started to reveal more about myself, though.
Van Gogh: … I see.
Courbet: I know everyone has something to hold on to, and I hope someday you will too.
… Why am I saying this, do I sound like a preacher? It's your birthday, after all.
Van Gogh: No. Well, for you to say that... I'm glad of it. Because I think you’re right.
… You know, I'm a little scared. I’m having fun, I’m happy, I shine bright every day…
–But one day this might be lost suddenly. I woke up in that cold hospital room, all alone, and everyone else was nowhere to be found…
… What would I do if that happened? The greater the happiness, the more anxious I get.
Courbet: … That's an unrealistic, stupid concern.
Van Gogh: … You think so?
Courbet: Yeah, I do, from the bottom of my heart. Even if it's just a dream now, as long as you keep painting, you'll meet me. It's the same with everyone else. They all live and die by the paintings. So what are you worried about?
Van Gogh: … Hahaha! Yeah, you’re right! As long as I’m painting, I’ll be fine no matter what!
Thanks, Courbet. I feel a little better now. … I'm sure I won't hurt myself anymore.
Courbet: … Let's just have some of this for now. Hubert baked this cupcake.
Van Gogh: Wow, thanks! Was this there earlier?
Courbet: He said he had to bake a new batch because you kept eating the sweets one after another.
Van Gogh: H-Hahaha… Because they were delicious. And they were filled with everyone's feelings!
Van Gogh: Let’s eat it together, Courbet! Bon appetiiiit!
Courbet: Hey, your bite is too big. We'll need to have another new one baked.
Van Gogh: Because it's really delicious…! Even though I was so full, I feel like I could eat as much as I want!
Courbet: Just keep it in moderation. Otherwise, it's going to be tough after this.
Van Gogh: After this? Is there anything going on?
Courbet: You're going to paint again, aren't you? To preserve the memories of the fun you had today.
Van Gogh: …! Yeah! Let’s paint together, Courbet! I’ll invite Gauguin too… I promise!
Courbet: Alright.
#card tl#card translation#palepare#palepare tl#palette parade#palette parade tl#translation#4★#vincent van gogh#van gogh
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Food or fiend
Before the game show began we had to sign a waiver to excuse any injuries sustained from the poison. They couldn’t make us sign anything agreeing to our death though, which was a plus I suppose, and also the reason there were on site medics. No one was allowed to *die* per say, but then again, what was good tv without seeing someone suffer? That seems like a universal constant. Though for once they offered good money for the risk.
Once the legal issues were out of the way we were briefed on how the show would go: the announcer would make their appearance, take turns getting blindfolded, be shown our foods to choose from, make our choice then immediately get checked by the medics once the ad break began. If enough of us survived then round two would begin, in which we’d have to taste as much food as possible in under 3 minutes without getting poisoned. Seems simple enough.
The first contestant was given the choice between what seemed to be a plate of cake balls. They looked nearly identical, the only difference being one was a slightly darker shade of chocolate than the other. They chose the darker and was taken away in a stretcher after blood was seen in their vomit and apparently suffering temporary nervous system damage along with that. How fun. The second came out much better, having to choose between two sandwiches and lucking out, getting the non poisoned one. The third had to choose between what looked like octopus tentacles that were skinned so they couldn’t tell what species. The third thankfully survived. All that was left was me…yaaaay.
I was last in line, told to blindfold myself and make sure I couldn’t see before they brought out whatever I was meant to taste test.
“Last but not least we have our human contestant, first of their kind on our show. Will they fare any better? Or will they suffer a grim fate today?”.
There was a gentle “oooh” from the audience before I heard the announcer speak up “now here, audience, we have the perfectly safe beverage, while next to it we have the perilous poison, famous for causing circulatory attacks, fever, dizziness and an inability to rest, resulting in death by exhaustion”. Well those didn’t sound fun. I suppose it could be worse, death by exhaustion could be avoided since it’d take a while. When the announcer was done hyping up the audience I was allowed to take off my blind fold and was surprised to find two drinks in front of me.
I take a look at the two drinks. The two were the exact same in colour, a gentle coffee brown. I pick them both up, one in each hand: they were both the exact same temperature too, at least from what I could tell, just a little hotter than lukewarm. I guess I should’ve expected that with how long I had to wait for my turn. Last test before I drank was smell. Bringing them in close one smelled exactly like coffee while the other just smelled of hot water...if that made sense. I knew caffeine in coffee was slightly poisonous but there’s no way there was enough in this cup to harm me. This must be a red herring. Something to throw me off. The other probably has a drop of cyanide in it or something really nasty. I guess there was only one way to find out.
I put down the second cup and take a sip from the coffee smelling one. There was an immediate reaction, but not from me. The audience burst out in a mix of yelling and “no”‘s in various languages. It was too late though, I had already swallowed my sip. Fuck. Did I take the wrong one? Was this a double bluff situation? I could feel the blood drain from my face and silently begged for the ad break to begin so that I could go to the medic but the damn announcer started talking.
“Oooh, seems like humans don’t have the acute senses we thought they did. Unfortunately our contestant drank the poisoned drink. Well we’re gonna have to call that game over. Don’t worry folks there’ll be more after the break” they yelled in a slightly too cheery tone.
There was a pause as everyone waited for the cameras to go off air before the medics rushed over to look over me but seemed surprised that I was still standing. I eagerly follow them to a little side bench where they looked over me but after a quick blood test jab they found no harmful levels of poison. That, along with how I seemed to show no symptoms led them to assume the cups were mixed up, and I hadn’t gotten poisoned.
God that was such a relief to hear, I could practically feel the panic slip away like butter. I was told to go back to my seat at the game show table while they’d take the cups to make sure their hypothesis was correct and they were mixed up. The ad break ended moments after I sat down and listened through the announcer declaring round two had begun. There was only me and two others to compete against. The aim had changed, and now we had to test as many items on our table sections as possible within a time limit.
“And the human has somehow survived to the next round. A miracle if I’ve ever seen one. Now the aim of this round is to test as many foods as possible before the time runs out, or you fall unconscious. Ready?”
Before anyone could answer the announcer started counting down, getting the audience to join in for the final 3,2,1.
I look out at the foods in front of me and was surprised to find things like curry, cake, tacos, salad, burgers and more. I was a little cautious, looking through all the ingredients before taking a tiny bite and finding they were fine. The other two contestants followed my lead and tried out even the spicy stuff, figuring if I don’t get poisoned then they wouldn’t either. Plus it was until you got knocked out, if I got conked out first then they both had better chances of winning so even if they did eat poison they’d exit this show victorious.
By the end of the three minutes I was fine, if suffering a bit of taste whiplash. Note to self, never eat cake right after tacos, it’s not nice. I couldn’t say the same for the other contestants though. One got pulled away after two minutes and had to receive medical attention, while the other was still standing, or...sitting, but barely. Itching themselves all over and doubled over in what seemed to be abdominal pain. Well the answer to that question came quick. It wasn’t half a second after time was called before they threw up on the floor and had to be taken away, still itching their shell off.
I had won. By some strange miracle, I had survived. Another ad break was called and the medic from before had come back, after dealing with the new patients that is. They motion for me to come over “sorry human, seems you did drink the poison from earlier, somehow you just...haven’t gotten symptoms. Which is good, just confusing is all” they shrug before going off to collect the eaten foods for testing. They had to figure out what antidotes to administer to the others after all.
Was that it? Do I win even though I’ve technically been poisoned? There seemed to be no one else fit enough to take the prize. The ad break had ended again and I was going to find my answer pretty soon. Thankfully I didn’t have to go back on stage, now only the announcer on screen as they addressed viewers at home “well folks we’ve had an interesting night tonight, by a strange set of events the human has won tonight’s Food or Feind show!”. I was motioned to go back onstage and give one last smile to the camera before they cut to what I was going to win and what consolation prizes the others would be getting for their time and suffering. I had won!
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This was written for a prompt made by u/dethklok_36
Thanks for reading, I’d love feedback
#food competition#blood tw#vomit tw#humans are space australians#humans are dumb#humans are space oddities#humans are space orcs#humans are awesome#hfy
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10 Anti LO Asks
1. No cap but Persephone's hair, when it's short and flat, really does look like Rachel Smythe.
2. honestly i feel like if rachel kept her original style more serious aspect like the kronos stuff would actually carry some weight, because the current style is so cartoony looking with such oversaturated colors and goofy expressions at every turn that i just cant take any of it seriously. i dont get how she had a style made so much better for young adults and older readers while still being stylized but now it looks like a lazy knock off of the steven universe style.
3. There's a really good theory that LO Zeus swallowed Metis because she's a fertility goddess, which would in turn give him enough power they needed to take out Kronos, so it'd be a tragic circumstance and desperate choice over just Zeus being awful. It gives him so much more nuance and shows what tough choices he made to win and earn the respect to be king and I can't wait for Rachel to NOT use it because Zeus is a meanie who is against Persephone and the fans would NEVER accept it. Yaaaay. 😒
From OP: To clarify, Demeter does say in the story that Zeus swallowed Metis because she’s a fertility goddess so it’s not a theory.(Episode 145)
4. “Persephone speaks her truth” is what Webtoon sent as an notification…. She basically didn’t.
5. the UnO creator is finally coming back after over half a year off and you can tell just off their social media they're so much happier after a real break. I would so like to see RS do that but I just don't see it happening.
6. im not at all suprised Rachel went with the "hades finds out by accident" route. does anybody remember why hepheaestus is there???? was there any alluding to his presence???
7. i swear, no one in lo even talk like actual people. i know some writer friends who work out their dialogue by saying it outloud and taking out whatever sounds unnatural to the human ear, but rachel just goes guns blazing into weird cringey dialogue, esp when its trying to sell how into each other hxp is (why would demeter say hades looks like a man dying fo thirst and that her DAUGHTER looks like a sparkling river?? like who talks like this, esp about their own child??)
8. theres this one webtoon artist on featured who does nothing but suck up to rachel any chance she can get, meanwhile im p sure rachel doesnt even follow them? and theyre constantly kissing up to her and webtoons and dont see anything wrong with how they overwork themselves as a single artist while the actual company doesnt even promote their comic and theyre still living off commissions to survive. like girl, focus on yourself over hoping rachel might one day help you. she wont.
From OP: Tbf, they may be friends on discord or something else.
9. i feel like a big problem with the writing too is it wants us to go off a modern value system, yet at the same time wants to use the "its ancient times" excuse for how hades and co. act very badly, especially by modern standards (he owns slaves!!), but also wants to weave "good and bad" together but cant show the shades of gray because bot rachel and her fans do not want the characters to be complex, they can only be wholly good or bad. under a real writer this would work, bot it cant under RS.
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10. I don't even know where to start. What was that filler chapter? An attempt to give P any character development? Why making her naked additionally? It's just repetitive attempt to fix what should have been fixed long ago and I'm not buying any of it. And P again doesn't care how awful person H is (wanting for his slaves to suffer eternally) cause I guess he looks "cute" holding a hen lol. She brushes it off like it's nothing. I'm sorry where is Helios?
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for the headcanons: wirt and dipper :3
YAAAAY AN ASK <3
Wirt:
Headcanon A: (realistic): wirt is demi and queer!! he doesn’t really like labels, he just likes who he likes, you know?
Headcanon B: (while it may not be realistic it is hilarious) Wirt cuts his own hair. That’s why it looks Like That. he just grabs it and chops.
Headcanon C: (heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends) Wirt suffers with PTSD thanks to the unknown :) hes very cautious around water and hates swimming/the beach/being on boats/etc
Headcanon D: (unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.) He’s neurodivergent and his hyperfixations/special interests include architecture, poetry, and music (specifically wind instruments)!
Dipper:
Headcanon A: (realistic) Dipper has freckles all over!!
Headcanon B: (while it may not be realistic it is hilarious) he ends up w a mullet literally just bc he is too lazy to cut his hair. mabel will cut it when she visits but also will occasionally braid it if his hair has gotten *that* long.
Headcanon C: (heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends) oh i love making bill possess dib and then wake dipper up with the love of his life calling him pine tree and sending him into a panic attack!
Headcanon D: (unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own) Dipper is actually pretty orderly and clean once he grows up. dib is the messy one lmfao
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You are taking prompts again! Yaaaay!!! If you want to and have the time, how about "speechless" or "dreamer" or "vacancy" or "by your side" (whichever one you like best out of the four) with padawan Obi-Wan. Thank you! Sending lots of love your way!
Wooo! Thank you so much! Got them juices flowing a bit tonight, though I can’t claim the result is anything more than a bit of silly fluff. Still, I hope you enjoy it! <3
PARADISE
Three days in Paradise was certainly not everything it had been cracked up to be.
This, Anakin considered wryly, as he staggered aboard the rescue vessel, his arm wrapped firmly around Obi-Wan’s waist. Though the planet boasted lush tropical forests, and clear magenta skies, and though all the brochures had proclaimed it the galaxy’s top tourist destination for the fifth year running, Anakin was less than impressed with the hospitality they had encountered there. Certainly his opinion was biased by his experiences, but then being poisoned by hotel staff would do that to a man. He wasn’t inclined to much kinder thoughts in regards to security, who had tried to blast him, nor transport services, whose representative had thought to prevent their escape by sabotaging the console and forcing their ship into a rather abrupt landing. The impact had been catastrophic, killing the pilot instantly, and leaving Obi-Wan and Anakin wounded and shaken besides.
Fortunately, they’d crashed well outside the city limits, and had managed to high-tail it into the wilderness before any disgruntled insurgents had managed to locate the wreckage or witness their escape. They’d been safe enough until the extraction team had found them, but now, with the adrenaline wearing off, and the stress of survival coming to bear, Anakin was finding himself angry, exhausted, and sore.
Making him slightly better off than Obi-Wan, who, on their third night in the jungle, had eaten something rather disagreeable, and had been suffering for it since.
“I don’t understand why you didn’t just purge everything, and be done with it, Master,” he grumbled, shifting Obi-Wan to lean upright in the jumpseat at the rear of the ship’s crew hold.
Obi-Wan sighed, his eyelids drooping, his spine wilting like a lily in the sun. Anakin hauled him back by the shoulder.
“I can assure you, the spirit was willing,” Obi-Wan said. “Only the skill was lacking.”
“I don’t believe that,” Anakin groused, pulling his master close so that their arms touched, and Obi-Wan’s head fell to his shoulder.
“All evidence would suggest otherwise,” his companion muttered.
Anakin still wasn’t convinced. Obi-Wan Kenobi was more than capable of basic metabolic manipulation. One lousy fruit shouldn’t have laid him out so capably.
Obi-Wan’s status continued to decline more and more rapidly, and so he was unfortunately unconscious when Anakin was proved right hours later.
“I told you so,” he muttered to his sleeping companion, brushing soft strands of hair behind his ear. The diagnostic unit aboard the medical frigate had said as much when they’d arrived, Anakin limping, and Obi-Wan delirious and drowsing over Anakin’s shoulders.
“A short course of fluids and rest will ease the strain on Master Kenobi’s metabolic processes,” the droid said. “He should wake feeling significantly improved.”
“Alright,” Anakin said. “I’m headed to the fresher. Have someone com me when he wakes up.”
And, with a couple bacta patches, and a brace for his ankle, Anakin had showered, eaten, and taken a brief nap. When he returned to medbay, Obi-Wan was still unconscious, and there were many more droids in attendance.
“What’s wrong with him?” he demanded, pushing through the crush of tin and steel. “I asked to be called if things changed.”
“You said when he woke,” the primary unit said. “He has failed to do so, and continues to decline.”
“Why?”
“Test results show low levels of a potent neurotoxin in his bloodstream.”
“But he’s a Jedi,” Anakin argued. “He should be able to eliminate it with the Force.”
“Sleep deprivation, or injuries may have impeded his ability to do so,” said the droid. “It would help if we knew precisely what he has consumed in the past seventy-two hours.”
“It was just a fruit,” said Anakin. “Some thing, some red fruit with black seeds inside.”
“Could you identify this fruit from images?”
Anakin nodded, and so the droid extended a screen upon which flashed various fruits of his description until one appeared slightly more familiar than the others. “This one,” he said, firm in his assertion.
“The Paradisian Yckee fruit,” said the droid. “A delicacy on many planets, but deadly in its unripened state. Do you know if he ate it in its unripened state?”
“Well, he’d be fine if he hadn’t, wouldn’t he?” Anakin said, voice sharp, words short.
“Perhaps, an underlying allergy -”
But Anakin pushed the droid aside, leaning over his master who lay pallid and limp upon the bed. His hair was damp with sweat, and his cheeks burned fever bright.
“But you can fix it,” Anakin said. “You can reverse it.”
“The toxin has been in his system for so long -”
“No.”
“- That we are recommending a complete dialysis,” it said.
“And then he’ll be fine.”
The droid hesitated. It was not in its programming to lie, or confirm untruths proffered as fact.
“We will reevaluate following dialysis.”
Anakin grit his teeth, and took Obi-Wan’s hand in his.
“You’re a complete idiot,” he whispered urgently into his master’s ear. “And when you wake up, I’m going to tell you so myself.”
And hours later, when Coruscant was very nearly in the viewport, Anakin did.
“What time is it?”
The voice was thick with sleep, and confusion as Obi-Wan strained against a variety of sedatives, and his own exhaustion.
“No idea,” said Anakin. “But it’s been sixteen hours since you decided that our little stint in Paradise wasn’t dramatic enough. I told you not to eat that fruit.”
“Mm,” Obi-Wan agreed. His eyes fell closed, supremely unbothered by Anakin’s gloating and more preoccupied with sleep. “What fruit?”
“In the jungle. The one you said would be fine. The one you then said was definitely not poisonous, and then said could probably purge from your system just fine.”
“I did say I tried,” Obi-Wan muttered in reply.
“Well,” said Anakin. “You failed. And I told you so.”
“And what did you learn from it, then?”
“No lessons, master,” said Anakin, rolling his eyes. But his hands unclenched from their fists, and he unwrapped his arms from where they crossed over his chest. “I only learned that you should listen more to me.”
“Funny,” said Obi-Wan. “I should have thought it taught you the dangers of hubris, instead.”
“You’ll have to try harder than that,” said Anakin.
“Ah, well,” Obi-Wan said, as he was carried off upon a sigh. “Next time.”
“Please, no next time, master,” Anakin replied. “Now, get some sleep.”
He stood, his mechnohand whirred as the pistons and levers flexed, and Obi-Wan hummed back to wakefulness.
“Will you stay a bit?” he asked.
Anakin frowned. “You’re only going to be asleep,” he said. “You’re halfway there already.”
“Just a bit,” Obi-Wan said. He lay his head back down, and nuzzled deeper into the bank of the pillow. “Just so you’re here.”
“Of course,” Anakin said, and indifferent to the cramping in his legs, or the stiffness in his back, he sat back down in the seat he had occupied for hours, taking Obi-Wan’s hand in his. “I’ll stay as long as you want, Obi-Wan. I’ll stay until you wake up.”
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The Saga of Backpfeifengesicht
It is August 22nd and the Jaime x Brienne Fic Exchange anonymity is over! And with this, I can finally tell the tale of how I got repeatedly cockblocked fic-blocked by @ajoblotofjunk - because without that sly little minx, I never, ever, would have gotten to write Backpfeifengesicht. The thanks and blame lies almost entirely at her feet.
The following is rather gif-heavy, thanks to some of my favorite shows. Brace yourselves.
You could assume the story starts with this:
It does not.
It really started with this:
And then...
And from there it took off!
It ended up being @slipsthrufingers, @nire-the-mithridatist and @firesign23 who took the helm on the exchange. You’ll notice that I’m not anywhere in these conversations, mostly because I’d never done a fic exchange in my life, let alone run one. The decision to stay a silent supporter in the background was an easy one to make. Surely that way I could stay outside of the chaos and drama that was sure to come.
Little did I know.
The exchange opened and the numbers ticked up. Best estimates were that fifty writers would sign up and the exchange got TWICE that. It was phenomenal, exciting, wonderful - and thus the work began. What prompts would we get, who would we write for, what would we write?
Then, an email:
I knew @brynnmck, or at least of her. Best buds with sdwolfpup aka @ajoblotofjunk, lives in the States and I knew for a fact that she enjoyed my writing in the past. This is going to be a breeze.
(Oh, I was a sweet, naive summer child.)
There were three different prompt options: rock star fic, vacation fic, and an oh-no-only-one-bed fic. I struck the last one out right away because I’d literally just done a Sansaery story utilizing that plot and didn’t want to repeat myself so blatantly. Like so many others, I went to my friends for help with planning, having one conversation in particular with @forbiddenfantasies1 that promptly fell out of my brain.
(Three weeks later…)
The vacation prompt seemed the most inviting and I started to wonder, huh, what if Jaime and Brienne are modern adrenaline junkies and they do extreme vacations, like BASE jumping?
...I know nothing about BASE jumping.
And, what’s more, in the course of that time period, I read a fic by sdwolfpup where she referenced BASE jumping between the two of them. I chuckled to myself and tossed that idea aside. Back to brainstorming!
Inspiration struck! I decided on the vacation prompt - with a twist! I started writing! I turned to my good friend @forbiddenfantasies1 aka FF and said I HAVE SOMETHING YAAAAY:
And I took a second to wonder… wait. Did she tell me this three weeks ago?
Did I...?
...oh no.
Oh, no no no.
I searched our Discord history and...
I stole my friend’s prompt. I STOLE HER PROMPT.
That’s not me throwing a gauntlet, that’s me throwing away my bit of fic in the garbage, where it belonged. THE GALL. THE FAULTY MEMORY THAT LED TO MY WORST ACTION.
FF tried to be gracious about it, though she was in no way at fault. NO WAY. We had a long talk. And then a longer one. And then another where I said ENOUGH! You write yours and I’ll find something different, it’s the right thing to do.
So I turned to the Rock Star Fic. Music. Guitars. Not my bag, but there’s something there. The brainstorming began again. Then, courtesy of @ajoblotofjunk :
Wait, what?
SDWOLFPUP AKA BRYNN’S BESTIE
IS
WRITING
A
MUSIC
AU
Not just anyone. Her best friend. A brilliant, brilliant writer.
There was only one thing I could do.
So there went mine.
(Slips: TWO CAAAAKES!
Sami: HER BEST FRIEEEEEEEND! NO!)
Commence brainstorming, part… whateverthefuck, I don’t even know.
And some more brainstorming. (And the beginning of some A+ dramatics.)
It... was not pretty.
My friends reminded me that it only had to be a thousand words - I could do that, it was highly attainable, I just had to find something. Anything. FF knows Brynn and said that she’s so chill! She’ll enjoy anything, just give it a shot!
I gave it a shot.
The struggle continued. My brain was stuck on the fact that I had been a bad, prompt-thieving friend and then that whatever sdwolfpup already had cooking was surely miles ahead of what I hadn’t been able to piece together. My friends told me to stop being so dramatic. I said:
Finally. An idea came to mind. Something simple, maybe even a single scene. The vacation prompt. Perhaps… Brienne goes on vacation. No one knows her, she doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone, maybe she decides to take a chance on that handsome man at the bar.
Yes, I told my dear @Luthienebonyx. I think that’s what I’m going to do. Brienne meets Jaime in a bar.
ONE HOUR LATER:
ONE.
HOUR.
LATER.
And if you aren’t convinced that karma wasn’t out to get me, may I draw your attention to the acknowledgement in the notes:
J’accuse! FF! @forbiddenfantasies1 !!!!!!
Et tu, FF?
INDEED, CAPTAIN RAYMOND HOLT. INDEED.
I was languishing. Suffering. Bemoaning the very idea that I should even be in the exchange at all!!!
Meanwhile, SDW:
And I am:
I turned to FF, all HOW COULD YOU!
She was understandably confused.
I was back to the drawing board.
There was a serious discussion of handing off my prompts to another writer, trading with someone so that I could get over my writer’s block - or at least stop getting fic-blocked by a certain talented author who was surely in cahoots with my friend-enemy FF.
FF tried to talk some sense into me. And she handed me, as it has come to be known: Brynnformation.
I decided to give it one. last. go.
And I remembered.
Nine months later, the time had come for Backpfeifengesicht.
I held it close to my chest. Very close. So close that I stopped checking tumblr for fear of discovering that sdwolfpup had caught the scent of my story in the air and eclipsed me yet again. When my friends asked how it was going, I was perfectly reasonable, totally chill, very:
I was informed that sdwolfpup had gone on vacation, THANK GOD, I WAS SAFE FOR A WEEK.
After I got past the murderous paranoia, I started to put a story together. Vacations. Road trips. Baseball. And, as it said in the prompts, Brynn enjoys herself some J/B lovin’. FF pointed out that Brynn had a fondness for lovin’ that involves tables.
And with that Friend-Enemy FF became Friend FF once more, as she should always be considered.
All hail Brynnformation!
Yes. It was Backpfeifengesicht’s moment to shine.
(I… stopped checking sdw’s tumblr. For my own sense of self and stability. If she came up with a random german name, I was sure to throw in the towel.)
I wrote and wrote and wrote some more. I refused to let my friends see it for fear of jinxing the whole damn thing. I was nearly halfway through when I had a truly horrible day at work and the only thing that cheered me was to break my silence and share a bit of it with @forbiddenfantasies and @elizadunc - they were new to my whining in ways that Slips, Nire, Luthien and Firesign had grown immune to.
Their response?
Though I was still in a mindset more like:
FF: Sami, stop freaking out.
Sami: I CAN’T.
I looped in the rest of my friends, so they could beta and also convince me not to bin the entire thing all over again. It was the work of SIX PEOPLE to keep me from giving up this whole damn thing.
SIX PEOPLE.
At last, the story was done and I landed somewhere between:
and
Don’t believe me?
I kept my eye out for sdwolfpup. If she was watching, she was being clever about it.
I edited.
My friends and wonderful betas tried to talk me down off the ledge. Repeatedly.
I made myself wait to post anyway, and not without one last freak out.
AND
SHE
DID
But hey, she also said:
Gee... I wonder how that happened?
@forbiddenfantasies1 - you are a filthy liar and the goddamn best <3 This story would not exist without you or sdwolfpup’s fic-blocking ways. My love and my echoing screams of despair to you both.
#jaime x brienne#jaime x brienne fic exchange 2020#backpfeifengesicht#my fic#my dRaMA#it is a TALE#of woe and triumph and table sex
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