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creaturesmechture · 2 years

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Their Reaction To You Getting Injured

just a reminder that requests are open!

characters included- Kili, Fili, Lindir, and Elrond

also I did not proofread this and will come back to edit later! :)

KILI- Falling off your horse

He gasps when he sees you about to tip sideways in your saddle, not in worry, no, he gasps to cover up the laugh that's quickly bubbling up in his chest from you flailing your arms about to grasp some kind of balance for the inevitable fall that's about to take place.

In his defense he did try to reach for you but given that he was about a good 15 feet from you and on his own mount, it did no good whatsoever, well that and the fact he tried grasping for you while you were already halfway down your descent and about a foot away from the ground.

As soon as you hit the ground though, he's taking off towards you and checking you over while still trying to stifle his laugh. Eventually, when you come out of your stupor from falling sideways and he realizes you are not seriously injured, that's when the floodgates open and he can't stifle his laugh any longer, and while you may have hit your head while falling you didn't hit it hard enough to not notice that he's full on head back, can't breath laughing at your expense.

FILI- Tripping over a branch

Was it a good idea to walk backwards in a forest? no, it wasn't, did you do it anyway? absolutely. so when you ended up tripping and eating shit over a branch this didn't come as a surprise to Fili, no he saw this happening from a mile away, unfortunately, his eyes were too trained on your face and the way your eyes were lighting up to notice your impending doom and how close it had gotten.

The moment you tip back has him snapping out of this trance though, quickly reaching out for you. however, luck wasn't on either of your sides for this as he barely misses the drawstrings of your top. he stands in shock for a minute as you get the wind knocked out of you by the inconveniently placed root that had caused your literal downfall.

As soon as he recovers from his shock, he begins to fuss over you and assist you in getting up. When I say this man is truly concerned, you could convince anyone that he'd just been told you had a month to live. You'd probably need to calm him down before you could properly assess the situation.

LINDIR- Spraining your ankle

You didn't expect to spend your evening coddling your ankle and comforting a concerned and anxious elf, but here you were. You two were peacefully talking a walk throughout one of Rivendell's gardens when you misstepped trying to move onto the edging that followed a flower patch, causing you to twist your ankle in the process.

Lindir immediately freezes when he hears your yelp and notices you grasping at your ankle, quickly crouching down to determine the extent of the sprain. He only truly starts to panic when he sees small tears well up in your eyes, he becomes a whirling muddle of "are you okay?" and "please tell me it's not broken!" all the while You're still attempting to comprehend of what's happened.

Before you know it, you're seated in your shared room, your ankle draped over his lap. while he goes off on a mini tangent about watching where you step and being more cautious with your body. you can't bring yourself to mention that you scraped your hand on the way down, seeing as he's practically still bubbling over with concern for your poor ankle still.

ELROND- Cutting your hand

Being an independent person and having Elrond as a partner doesn't seem to pair well too much of the time, especially in this instance where you had decided that you needed an apple at that moment and couldn't wait for someone to peel it for you, with that decided you took matters into your own hands. causing the problem you were now faced with.

as Elrond walks back into his study he's met with a peculiar scene: you slouched over your hand letting out a few small curses here and there while trying to wrap something around it. seeing this caused a few questions to arise, most of which you were dodging as you didn't want him to see your hand and go on a slight rant of your knife handling once again.

Once he finally convinces you to let him see your hand and the damage you've done, he falls silent, and while you may think he's angry, he's not; he's just thinking about the lecture he's about to deliver you on knife safety and how it won't kill you to ask for help every now and again (you 100 % think it will).

I think some of them are lacking a bit so I will be coming back and adding more! but I hope you guys like this! :))

#lord of the rings #x reader #fili x reader #lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader #kili x reader #insert reader #gender neutral reader #lindir #lindir x reader #elrond #elrond x reader #the lord of the rings #the hobbit #lotr fanfic

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dixonlvr-online · 11 months

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Call it what you want

Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x reader, Lucy Carlyle & George Karim x reader (platonic)

Genre: Fluff, slightly suggestive

A/N: Perhaps I'm in my Lockwood & Co. phase now...who's to say? Wrote this on a whim after not writing for a while :0

The tea had long since been drained from your cups and the energy along with it. At least two hours had passed since your new client’s arrival, your quartet growing tired of his tangents within the first twenty minutes. Yet still, here he sat, continuing to explain the case to you lot as if he could draw more interest the longer he talked.

Unfortunately for him, between the four of you, only George had a long attention span, rendering the rest of you useless. Even George was weary at this point, but out of politeness, Lockwood made you keep quiet.

“Well, you see Tony, may I call you Tony? You see, the thing is-”

“Only Y/N calls him Tony,” Lucy interrupted, her patience clearly snapping at the poor, baffled young client. Shaking from your daze, you furrowed your brows at the girl.

“When do I ever call him Tony?”

Lockwood seemed to catch on quicker than you, if the blush on his face was any indication. Clearly hearing you say it had triggered the memory for him as well as Lucy, whose own words were just now dawning on her. She cleared her throat in embarrassment, eyes flicking between you and your now frozen boyfriend.

“Oh, you know…during your, um…private moments?”

You found yourself grinning directly at your boyfriend who was struggling not to cover his face. Now that she’d said it, you knew exactly what she was talking about. And now you were aware of why Lockwood’s face had reddened when you’d said it earlier.

The awkward silence was broken by your oblivious guest, who was ready to turn the conversation back to himself. “May I continue? As I was saying…”

Half an hour later, Lockwood was ushering the client out the door, while you stared down Lucy and George, suppressing a laugh; the topic at hand was more amusing to you than embarrassing. Especially with the way they couldn’t meet your eyes since it’d been brought up.

Lockwood walked in right on cue, already tensed for the next conversation. Just as your laughter finally broke, he said, “Let’s just pretend that never happened, alright?” You were too busy wiping tears from your eyes to notice him sitting down beside you, head buried in his hands. Catching onto your infectious energy, Lucy started to laugh as well.

“I don’t see why it’s funny!” Lockwood groaned, “Bringing that up to a client. How do you even know that, anyway?”

Lucy and George exchanged a look. “Well…you are quite loud,” Lucy said, meeting your eye. You smiled back at the girl, then down at your boyfriend, who only groaned again in response.

“Aw, darling, don’t be embarrassed! This’ll only help your street cred, you know, with clients knowing you get laid,” you said, running a hand through his hair teasingly. He lightly swatted your hand away, ignoring your friends’ shrieks of laughter.

“Not helping,” he muttered. Pulling his hands away from his face, you tilted his chin up to yours. The small smile on his face was an indication that his mood wasn’t really as sour as he let on, and that he was actually finding the humor in the situation as well. Smiling, you stood from your chair and pulled him beside you.

“Well, this has been interesting! What do you say we turn in for the night, Tony?” You took his devilish grin for a yes, dragging him through the library door and away from your resigned friends.

Let's just say, they paid for that comment with a sleepless night...

#anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co x reader

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stevetonyweekly · 4 months

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SteveTony Weekly - The Best of 2023

We made it to the end of the year!! I read…a lot. A lot. According to my records, I read:

1300 fic

15million words

98% of that was SteveTony and narrowing that down to my favorite 10 was…a mission. Here you go--And I’d LOVE to hear what your favorite reads of the year was.

Trust Fall by Sineala

Tony needs someone who cares about him, bandages, a jacket, ibuprofen, dinner, a lasting romantic relationship, a nice time in bed, and assistance committing federal crimes. He gets them. In that order.

Gather Ye Rosebuds by lazywriter7

It isn’t like that, for many people. For them, love is the point: the axis around which everything else revolves, the destination at the end of a long, tumultuous journey. Realisation, confession, resolution. Happy ending. That’s how it goes. And love was a point in Tony Stark’s journey, except it came towards the beginning, rather than the end. The issue, instead of the solution.

He hasn’t been alone on the trip, of course. Steve’s been there: sometimes three steps behind, sometimes waiting up ahead by the turn of the road. They’ve sprinted and stumbled, sometimes stood still and refused to move on ahead, sometimes thought of turning away altogether.

Steve and Tony’s story began after they fell in love, and this is about how they fell in everything else.

a rose by any other name by meidui

“Just Steve,” he says quickly, softly, and his voice is music to Tony’s ears. “Please call me Steve.”

Tony can’t help but stare as it occurs to him that he should have prepared a proper greeting. What on earth is someone so young and pretty doing in an engagement like this?

There are a lot of things about Steve that make this arrangement easier than Tony thought it would be, but then there are a lot of things about him that complicate it, too.

Second Chance Lives by raeldaza

Tony's gonna die of palladium poisoning anyway, why not join a pointless expedition to recover Captain America’s body? And after, well, why not dedicate his last few months to making sure an American hero settles into his new life? What else is he going to do, get drunk at parties?

My Known Unknown by shetlandowl

That True Lies AU nobody asked for, set in a world where Stane Inc is the world's foremost weapons manufacturer, and Tony's employer.

I could lie tangent to your curves by RurouniHime

Steve is bodyguard to a prominent young socialite with too much genius on his hands... and who has taken an unfortunate shine to him.

Not a Breakup by Annie D (scaramouche)

Tony knew it was a bad idea to start sleeping with Steve. It could mess up team dynamics, make things even more awkward between them in the future, or just plain get in the way of their trying to save the world. Tony foresaw all of the above but not the advent of feelings, and at the most inopportune moment.

now I worship a celestial sun by haemodye

The thing that gets Tony the most is how long it takes him to notice.

Not Steve, or even the other Avengers, but Tony himself. It takes Tony almost two whole weeks to figure out that he’s unable to disobey a direct order from Steve, which just- what the hell is that? What happened to the days when he flew off the handle, unable to play well with others, a notorious wild card?

“God, don’t tell me I’m getting old and predictable,” he says, rubbing a hand over his forehead. And then, “Fuck.”

A mostly-comedic farce involving: 1 obedience spell, 2 pining Avengers, 1 long-suffering Sorcerer Supreme, and 1 single, extravagant Saint Patrick's Day float.

Can't Write One Song (That's Not About You) by FestiveFerret

Ten years ago, Tony fell in love with his roommate: funny, handsome, kind, smart Steve Rogers, who also happened to be the lead singer and guitarist of a band, The Howlies.

Then The Howlies made it big, Steve moved away, and Tony vowed to avoid any mention of the band, their songs, and the man he missed his chance with.

But chance has a way of giving you exactly what you need, even if you don't know it yet...

[Podfic of] When The Lights Go On Again by Dr_Fumbles_McStupid, kalakirya, KD reads (KDHeart), lattice_frames, lavenderfrost, miss_marina95, Opalsong, paraka, Superstitiousme, vassalady

Aliens have invaded earth, and the Avengers are scattered. While Steve leads the resistance, Tony once again finds himself playing captive scientist. In the midst of a violent alien regime, separated by seemingly insurmountable boundaries, Steve and Tony have nothing to keep themselves going but each other.

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic

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cookie-crumblr · 5 months

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The Smell of Smoke

Innocent F! Reader x M!Yandere Bully OC

Part 5~

His Info: 🖕✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, name calling (bitch, slut, whore, ), BULLY, plot part(some backstory) a spoiler for TC, SA NOT BY ML, NON-CON oral on ml, force feeding alcohol, fighting, blood mentioned

Thick black leather covers your neck. A little padlock hangs from the buckle.

What the fuck is going on?

Of course you’ll try an avoid him!

Did Ace even have to ask!?

Something thumps somewhere outside your cell.

You try to cover yourself, but they didn’t give you any clothes.

Half of the gang is gone at the moment in some sort of fight, you couldn’t overhear much about it though.

There’s no way in hell you’re trying to get away, your leg is still casted up and pretty badly burned.

A thin door somewhere opens and then closes outside of your room.

“Hey Ace!” A guy says as you hear a hand-to-hand *smack*!

“Sup dude!”

“What cha doin’ ere?”

“Here to pick her up,” Ace answers them as their footfalls come closer.

“Oh? Man sounds like fun. I missed her train the other day, but oh well, plenty of whores, guess.” He shrugs and unlocks the door for the fluffy pink haired guy.

He walks you out to the connected parking garage without a word from either of you till you get into the car.

“Are you gonna get in trouble for helping me?”

“With who? Ezra? Hah!!” he laughs in earnest. “No, he raised me! after his mom ki—” his face drops, then he steels himself, “No! ya know what! He revoked his right to have secretes.”

“Wait wait, he raised you? How’d you turn out like the way you are? and not…”

“I’m sure he looks evil… I mean he’s never been like this with anyone. An I won’t try to say it’s right...”

“Why’s he doing it then?”

“I’ve never seen him with a vendetta quite like this. to be honest, i don’t know” He takes a long strained sigh before pulling out of the garage. “N-not saying there’s anything you could have done that would justify any of this! it just feels very… reveng-y”

“Whatever… Anyway, what was that about secretes? sorry-side tangents” You shrug in your seat.

“His mother murdered my parents”

Harsh knocking shakes your door practically off its hinges.

looking out the peephole you see, it’s not Ezra, but it’s still unfortunately a couple members of his gang you think.

“Sup. Boss’s gone f’today, we’re here t’escort ya around, an all that.” They look at you hungrily, sweeping over your still very much damaged form.

“A-are you??” You ask skeptically. “I-I’m just gonna… Get ready! … then.”

You go to close the door, and one of them smacks it open wider with his fist.

You jump. “Wh-what the—!?”

“Yeah. He said yur paying us fur our services” They step closer and closer. One strokes your hair, the other grabs you and bends you over them.

They take you to your class, still dirty and disheveled, but you make it on time.

After class they don’t come to pick you up. Which you think is odd, but you don’t question it, feeling a lot better off without them.

At the end of the school day you’re hopping down the street, sticky and hot, trying to get home.

“Hey, slut, ya miss me?” You hear Ezra call out to you, something stirs deep within you…

You sigh out, there’s no way you’re getting away from him right now, being on crutches and all. You give him a weak, defeated smile.

“Get in.” he practically snarls at you.

You do, without any assistance. It hurts all over by the time you’re sitting.

“You reek! t’fuck happened t’ya!?”

Sheer embarrassment turns swiftly into tears bubbling in the bottom lids of your eyes. “You should know—It was y-your guys!”

“My guys?” his lip turns up in disgust.

“Yes! they c-came first thing in the morning, said they’d pr-protect me—” your sobbing a little from exacerbation, “Th-then they—”

“What’d they look like?” His voice sits completely level, but it’s much deeper now.

You explain their appearance as best as you remember. He pulls away from the curb as soon as you get half way through.

“They ain’t my guys.”

“Stay here.” Ezra jumps out of the car and rushes the front door. Your little heart is beating so loud and hard in your chest now. Somethings really, really wrong.

You scooch down lower in your chair.

One of the guys from earlier opens the door… You see Ezra immediately grab him and slam his face down into his knee.

The guy yells loud, blood pours from his nose.

Ezra throws him to the lawn and reaches into the darkened doorway to grab the second guy and throw him as well.

He stomps on him once before kicking him a few times in the ribs.

The other guy is still reeling on the ground.

Ezra leans down over the man now and punches him repeatedly in the head and face.

Finally standing, the first guy goes to pull Ezra off his friend. Ezra’s attention is now on him, there’s blood splattered on his face, and dripping onto his shirt.

You look away, shivering, and hold your ears, your eyes are wide.

You consider running, again forgetting your damn leg.

“F-Fuck!” You punch the door of the car.

It feels like hours later he comes back to the car, the bandages on his knuckles are torn and blood soaked.

“thanks f’tellin me” He slides a wet finger up your jaw.

He throws your face roughly, before undoing his pants and grabbing you again.

“Open up, bitch,” he shoves your head down and grinds into your face. You shake your head no, and clench your jaw. “If you don’t take this fucking cock into your whore mouth—”

“Okay! okay! okayy, please! just sto-opp” You sob and put your lips to his hot, spongey tip.

Heat spreads between your legs at a frustrating pace.

“Nah, nah, bitch, this ain’t it” he chuckles.

His hand digs into your scalp and grips tightly. He forces you all the way down his shaft, nose against his thigh once again.

Your throat contracts painfully as you try and breathe.

He keeps you there, giving and taking your air at his own whim all over again the entire way home.

Once there, you’re apparently too slow to grab your things, so he grabs your bag and helps you with your crutches.

Again he tries to speed ahead of you and he sighs in frustration when you still aren’t fast enough.

He comes back to sling you over his shoulder with one arm and your crutches in the other.

You cling to his shirt, scared of having anymore pain than you’re already in.

“Have you not taken any meds yet?” He opens the door to your dorm.

“I was going to when i got home…” You say, your voice is hoarse, and quiet.

He finds the meds in your bag, after forcing you to sit. He then goes to your fridge and finds some of your roommates boxed wine.

He pours some wine into his mouth and drops in a couple pills, then brings his lips down to yours and forced the alcohol into your mouth.

It rushes in so fast you’re forced to swallow! The alcohol tastes terrible and feels so hot as it goes down. You push him away after he makes sure you gulped everything down.

He takes the container of wine and sips more, before repeating the process with you.

His hand finds your mound with ease, and he starts to rub you through your panties as you swallow more of the hot fluid.

You’re dizzy and panting already and when you try and push him away now, it’s sluggish with no power, as if you’re dreaming.

A weird buzz fills your head, you think you must be cross eyed when he pulls away.

“Hah, you’re such a lightweight!” His words float into your mind, vision spinning and blurry.

You yelp as he slaps your cunt with the back of his hand.

He takes a large gulp of the wine, before picking you back up.

It hardly feels different than being on the bed, you’re rapidly spinning regardless of where in space you are.

You can’t help giggling as he takes your clothes off, he keeps brushing over ticklish spots everywhere! Everything feels so silly right now, even your ribs tickle as you try and breathe!

He puts you in the tub with some hot water.

You suddenly stop laughing though, while he’s holding your casted leg up out of the water for you… It’s a strangely sweet gesture from him.

“‘ll this help?” he’s looking away as if trying to be polite while he asks.

You wash as quickly as possible.

Ezra dries you off and carries you to bed. He sets you in his lap and holds your chin to face him. His lips tickle yours as he just barely touches them.

You’re still dizzy, and the world is still fuzzy, making it hard to think.

His kiss gets rougher as the seconds pass, eventually he’s biting you, and sinking his teeth into your shoulder, leaving dark bruises in his wake.

His hand finds your tit, he runs his fingers over your pert bud. His other moves to your sore scalp.

“I want to tear you apart, Y/N,” he whispers against your neck in a gruff, rumbling voice.

You can’t do anything but whine, “What-” He pulls your head back forcefully, it hurts your neck, and causes you to cough.

As he kisses you, his hand slowly glides up your chest to your throat, pressing traveling dents into you’re flesh all along the way. you moan into him.

“I can’t wait to fucking destroy you,”

Your head tilts back practically welcoming his touch on its own. You couldn’t fight to keep it upright against the alcohol combined with the spreading warmth.

“You‘re too numb for me righ’now.” He throws you aside, though he stays close to you in the bed. “I want you to feel everything I give you.”

#yandere oc #oc ezra #yandere male #yandere x reader #bully yandere #bully oc x reader #bully oc x you #yandere bully oc #bully x victim #yandere bully #bully x reader #bully oc #yandere #my fic #my writing #my oc

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happypotato48 · 11 days

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We Are EP 3 Unhinged Tangent Thoughts

Back by popular demand??? i guess this is my thing now. sorry for the lack of screenshots but i watched this thang live and i'm not going to give IQYI 49 baht for just this one show. i'm cheap like that baby!

This aunt-newphew relationship is so delightful. pheem called her "Aha" this word is a gender neutral term for your father's younger sibling so the aunt is either that or a relative from pheem's father side of the family. also girl don't misgendered yourself.

So toey used his name as a first person pronoun, idk how to feel about this cause if this is real life he definitely gonna get make fun of for doing that. but it's BL and satang is a cutie patootie so, meh.

Tan is down so bad it's embarrassing. i need more scenes with these two asap. i love myself a good simp and aou is great playing one and he's definitely the strongest comedic actor in this cast.

150 baht for one cup of green tea!?! that shit better taste like nectar of the gods, i knew shits in bangkok are pricey but damn. anyway where in the story am i again oh right, phum and pheem oh boy these two, yeah i'm kinda not vibing with these two's plotline at all.

Insert rosa diaz meme here for pun. i can't with this boy 🤣wtf is this nonsense at the noodles shop, this boy is so dumb and pure (also kinda read like he's on the spectrum.) forcing a boy to blow the food you ate in YOUR MOUTH is legit the most unhinged BL shenanigan i ever witnessed. 10/10 no notes.

Winny put the guitar... put that down!, nyoooooo! welp atleast it ended quickly.

Ok, soooo yeah. this show definitely is mostly fluff with barely any substance. i'm glad that we get the apology from phun this fast so maybe thier dynamic might be a little bit more enjoyable in the future. i think this show at its best is when it focus on the friends group unfortunately there not a lot of that in this ep. as a person who really love slice of life manga/anime, i feels like this show could have been great as that, a slice of life show about dumb college boys with BL element. i hate saying this but some of the bl tropes definitely weighted the show down. i'm still vibing with the show and still very much want to stick around for aou and poon. hopefuly with the apology phum and pheem story will pick up the pace soon and we'll get to move on to other pairs.

#we are the series #thai bl #bl drama #dumb boy unhinged thoughts

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dragon-spaghetti · 11 months

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The O'Neil Siblings

RAMBLE POST TIME WITH ART!! Okok so; in this au, Donnie is found by April and her family just after a storm. Splinter was out looking for supplies and was on his way back when the storm suddenly hit, but unfortunately his three remaining children are swept away when the alley kinda floods. A 2/3 year old April spots the squirming little turtle, and she gained a brother from there ✨

They grow up very close!! Their parents absolutely adore both of them, and they both attend school together (though in different year groups). To prevent as many questions about Donnie, he is just said to have some genetic conditions and wears many layers to hide as much of his skin as possible; hoodies, trousers, gloves, socks, scarves, the iconic purple mask, etc etc:

He's just a lil guy!! A fun fact that's a tangent for another day is that they were both actually friends w the purple dragons as kids :) but anyways

They've always been close. However, as they learn of the Hidden City etc at ages 14 and 16, things start to become tense as secrets are kept

Again, a tangent for another day, but they meet Mayhem, Draxum, Mikey, and most importantly here Raph all on the same day. Donnie and Raph then keep in contact and, despite knowing April would probs be fine with it, he.. finds himself keeping it a secret. This leads to many a misunderstanding as he starts sneaking around, meeting up with Raph to investigate wtf is happening

April is irritated by the secrecy, especially because she is not stupid. She can guess who he's hanging out with and what they're doing, and doesn't get why her brother is tryna keep it hush hush. So, tension. She actually meets Splinter after an argument with Donnie 🥲

It's around the time of Shadow Of Evil that everything kinda comes out, and they reveal everything to each other; Raph, Splinter, how Draxum is the turtles' creator, it's all out in the open finally and they both feel like a weight has been taken off their shoulders; no more secrets. It is from this moment that Splinter also promises to train them, as unbeknownst to the teenagers shit is really about to hit the fan as the Dark Armour is being rebuilt. However in the meantime they're back to being silly lmao

They aren't keeping things anymore, however there are still problems and fears; most notably, April is worried that Donnie has now found his 'true' family, that he'll leave her and their parents behind. Meanwhile, Donnie's fear of never being quite good enough is hitting harder after Many Unhappy Returns, scared he won't be accepted by Splinter and his brother(s) and also afraid that the family he grew up with will encourage him to leave now that he's found his 'own kind'. It's all paranoia obviously on both their fronts, none of that is an option for even a second, but it is haunting them

#drag's art #drag rambles #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt april #rottmnt april o'neil #flair for dramatics au #SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #BIG TIRED 😭😭#but!! i hope yous enjoy hehe ;v;#i have so much more to say but I gotta cut myself off lmao

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a-spacecadet · 7 months

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~My thoughts on JFK’s character assassination from S2~

Okay finally writing this all out!

(Sorry, these are all the negative things I have to say, my positive impressions will have to be another post)

First off, I really love jfk, in both seasons. Are they the same guy? Not really. One person on here on Tumblr made the comment that s2 jfk is the jfk in the mirror. Headcanon accepted! XD

So, why is he out of character in the 2nd season? First off, he’s a genuinely nice guy, which is waaaaayyy different than how he acted in s1, even at the end. He definitely had some growth and development in s1, but even in the last ep he was still punching other dudes, had 5 different girls as his prom dates, and made jokes of his rival Abe (although at this point it was a bit justified, but anyways…) All in all, he’s not a bad person per-se, but he’s definitely still a 16-year-old teenager.

So in s2, after what is only ONE NIGHT OF SLEEP for him, his personality has a huge change. He doesn’t bully other boys (like Confucius, a social-media obsessed teen with a weird sense of fashion), he’s loyal and loving to ONE girlfriend (never had the first show really established that he loved Joan in that way), he’s no longer antagonistic, and is rather quieter and less crude. (I say less crude because although he still makes sex jokes, other students are shown that they DO find them funny and his jokes tend to not be misogynist like they were in s1).

I actually like that jfk has changed and become a better person, I think that’s great, he’s maturing! But when? When does this happen? When he slept overnight in the meat locker? Nothing indicates that he would have a reason to change. (Some argue his love for Joan, but again, this seemingly came out of the blue). Speaking of his love for Joan, I’ve seen some great fanfics add context to s1 in how he really was in love with her, but the show itself really doesn’t indicate this at all.

*Side tangent to expound on this!* Did he have crush on John Darc (really Joan)? Yeah, but really for no other reason than his boyish instinct (or Kennedy sense as he calls it lol) detected a hot girl!! He liked John Darc because he’s attracted to hot women, not Joan specifically. Also, he doesn’t seem to follow up his crush with her after the episode because I really don’t think he was interested in her other than the fact that she’s a pretty lady. Of course, I think this comes back full circle when we get to the finale, when Joan believes she has to dress up like a slut in order to be considered pretty… which is why jfk says he likes her when she’s just being herself. Because he knows she’s been “a knock-out Betty” this whole time, unlike that “chowder-head Lincoln.” However, not being dense like good ol’ Abe to realize Joan is stunning as she is… doesn’t quite equal the “love of his life.” OF COURSE he likes her, because she’s a babe! But her being a babe doesn’t indicate that he’d suddenly have a massive character change to be dedicated and loyal to her!! *Side tangent over*

Specific changes that I noticed that were off:

“I like boobies and butts! Any shape or uh, size.” No, no he doesn’t. Why would his opinion from s1 (“You know my policy, no fatties!”) Suddenly change? Ofc I’m glad he’s no longer fat-phobic, but why?

“Your fourth string kicker won’t let you down!” What? What happened to being captain of the football team? “El capitan of the futbol team?” Winning the track meets? Being overall a competent athlete?

“I let all my male friendships fade away!” Okay, this one is tricky. JFK really did lose Ponce, and he did in fact end up losing Gandhi even if he wasn’t aware of it. HOWEVER, s1 suggested he was one of the popular kids at school, you’re telling me he had no other friends? Like, not even Julius Cesar who was very often seen with him? Also, s2 does not even mention Ponce (unfortunately) which may have been used as a very good excuse for jfk to be so upset. (Right now, JFK’s tears in s2 ep 2 from missing Ponce only exist in headcanon).

“I’m afraid Joan is the love of my life and I’m not good enough for her!” See my side tangent, but also, why is he suddenly so insecure? One of his traits in s1 was his confident swag.

“Woah, I’ve never had anyone turn me down before…but that’s okay!” I mean, not usually, if he wasn’t asking FREAKING JOAN. The same Joan that was known for kicking, hitting, smacking, and punching him for every little advance he made towards her. He should know better at this point? Even if he did successfully sleep with her, I can’t imagine he’d really be that surprised she told him no, or as she said in the show “let me think about it.”

His crying. He cries SO much in s2. But didn’t he cry in s1 as well? I can hear you asking. Yes, but he cried specifically in ep 10 because HIS BEST FRIEND TRAGICALLY AND SUDDENLY DIED. Also, the reason the “Litter” ep is so funny is because up until that point we’ve never seen jfk so upset and distraught before, he’s genuinely weeping and mourning and we’ve NEVER seen this side of him, nor will we again. But in s2, he cries about everything! He’s literally the depressed loser crying in the freaking bathroom cause he “has no friends”! I guess I wouldn’t have minded as much if it didn’t literally make him look like a crybaby. Even in s1 he cried a bit at the notion of losing Cleo, but he wasn’t known for that.

“Your lips are like a fine chalice of…uuuuhhh, wEt sTUfF!!” Heatstroke jfk was pretty funny, but it also highlighted another change. He’s freaking STUPID in s2. I’m not saying he was particularly “smart” in s1, but he definitely wasn’t the dumb “hurr durr” kinda idiot he is in s2. The one time I think jfk came across as actually dumb in s1 is when he thought Ponce was a genie, but tbh that was more sad than him being just plain dumb. Other things like talking to his reflection or his weird accent were more like quirks, not indicating that’s he stupid. He aced his PXJT test for crying out loud! (“Did you see me on that test Cleo? I smoked it! I can’t wait to see my time.”)

Wanting to be like his clone father. Back to his accent, I genuinely believe he is trying to do an impression (albeit bad) of the real JFK, he’s not talking like that because he has an actual speech impediment. Also, being faithful to Joan also doesn’t work on another sense because he thinks the real JFK was “a macho womanizing stud who conquered the moon!” and I think clone jfk was trying to live up to his legacy by being a womanizer, something not seen at all in s2.

“Woah a little spaceship! I’m gonna go chase it!” Another thing that bothered me is that he really does act like a golden retriever in s2. He’s been reduced to nothing more than a cute puppy dog, a plot device for Joan, a wholesome himbo who’s dumb but well-meaning, and overall BORING.

The only thing on his mind is sex. Like, really? Literally everything that comes out of his mouth in s2 has something to do with sex, much to Joan’s annoyance and part of the reason she broke up with him. S2 tries to make it seem that jfk is very shallow and has no hobbies or interests, but that is NOT TRUE! He loves sports, watching (“But you usually watch SportsCenter up in your room baby” - Wally) and playing them, he cares about his appearance and knows a bit about fashion (hey, his efforts to help Gandhi resulted in the dude becoming instantly popular), he records his own music! HE SINGS AND HAS HIS OWN STUDIO! He likes cool cars and drag racing! He likes throwing parties!! There’s more to his character than just sex!!

Okay, that’s most of it.

Of course, I will also mention the obvious (that others have already pointed out) he went from genuinely hilarious to slightly obnoxious and annoying.

TLDR: he’s turned from a macho womanizing stud, a confident chad, a jerk with soft side, a man of swag and style, to…an insecure crybaby, a boring “nice guy” who’s also a huge idiot.

To end, I still love JFK, even in s2. I appreciate the cute moments he has, and ignoring lack of time for character development I like that he’s trying to be a better person and that’s he’s matured. I could talk about all the things I did like about him in s2, but that will have to wait another day haha.

#long post #I finally got this off my chest ahh!!#clone high #clone high season 2 #clone high s2 #clone high jfk #clone jfk #jfk #ch jfk #jfk clone high #roxi's rambles

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leviathism · 2 years

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Hey!! I want to request a fic with Levi (baby boy deserves the world) where the mc has a hard time opening up in terms of relationship, tho they're easy to befriend. (aro things ik ik) ty ♡♡

leviathan x gn reader

Leviathan was one of the only ones you could casually co exist with. He was chill, most of the time anyway, and usually minded his own business even if it was out of insecurity that you secretly didn’t what anything to do with him.

It was hard living with seven demons as where when they wanted something, they’d do anything in their power to get it.

Right now, some of them had a fixation on your love life.

Asmodeus had started it, accidentally. He had been chatting all dinner about his last few dates and when Belphegor finally groaned out about letting someone else talk for once, Asmodeus had turned to you and asked how your last dates had been.

And then everyone at the table had turned their attention onto you. It was nerve wracking, telling them that you hadn’t been on any dates.

“You haven’t been on a single date since you got down here?!” Asmodeus shrieked, paling considerably. He fanned his face quickly, taking in a few deep breaths.

“How come? You’ve got yourself a pretty decent sized fan club,” Belphegor asked and leaned his head back down onto his arms, relaxing after being scared to death by Asmodeus’ screams. You didn’t blame him. Asmodeus had range.

“Um, I dunno.” You could see how the question didn’t satisfy them with the way they leaned farther into their seats. “It’s uh hard. I guess. Dating in an area you’re not familiar in…?”

“Understandable,” Lucifer said, eyeing his brothers.

“Well, it’ll probably be way easier to date someone you’ve known your whole time here, right? Maybe someone you trusted since the beginning?” Mammon rolled a Grimm coin on the table casually. You would laugh if you could. “Someone… you made a pact with? Someone you—”

“Shut up, Mammon,” Leviathan groaned. “We get it.”

“Get what? I wasn’t sayin’ anythin’. Nothin’ at all.”

Predictably, after Asmdoeus, it had been Mammon, trying to be discreet as he possibly could as he asked several intricate questions about date locations and possible activities. It was embarrassing, how obvious he could be at times. And how you had to pretend to not know what he was doing.

The brothers watched as you quietly slipped away as he went on a whole lovesick tangent. You weren’t out to catch a cold.

Then it had been Satan, sliding you a few romance books and asking which one was your favorite. You had ranked them all the same just to see the agitated twitch of his eyebrow.

Surprisingly, Lucifer had even joined in. He started talking of many restaurants and the couple discounts before asking when you were available. How you got out of that one, you still had no idea. Diavolo had came rushing in, swooping you right off the floor and fireman carrying you away for an emergency meeting. The world seemed to be on your side for the time being.

Unfortunately, they were starting to get more intense. Asking you at dinner again and again, if you were interested in anyone at school. Maybe someone at Purgatory Hall? Mephistopheles? Prince Diavolo? They poked and prodded at the situation now, not even bothering to act like they didn’t care.

“There has to be someone you’re interested in! You’ve been here for months! I can’t believe you won’t tell us. Don’t you trust us?” Asmodeus sighed, feigning a fake tone. You knew he just wanted the gossip.

You just… didn’t know how to tell them. You couldn’t admit it. No matter how many openings they had given you this week, you were instead stuck in a cycle of suffering and awkward situations.

So now you ate dinner in Levi’s room, shoved tightly together in his chair as you watched random anime shows on his monitor.

It was easier here. Even if you were 100% sure Levi was just too insecure to even try and insinuate the two of you dating. You felt bad but this was first of peace you had felt in a few days.

Levi fiddled with the bracelets on his wrist, side eyeing you once in a while to see your reactions to the show. But, to be honest, you had barely been watching.

You slumped back into the chair, your shoulders uncomfortably pressed against his. “Are your brothers gonna stop anytime soon?”

Levi jolted, looking at you in surprise. “Um… I don’t think so.” You sighed and he flinched. “…They’ll stop if you ask… IDK.”

You nodded but your stomach squeezed at the thought of it. Of having to possibly explain why as Asmodeus dug into you for more details. You shrunk into the cushioned seat, trying to focus back on the anime.

Levi shifted and his elbow dug painfully into your side for a second. “…Are you OK?” He took your plate off your lap and put it on his desk, off to the side. He put his plate on top.

You shrugged. He looked at you, his head slightly turning in your direction. He knew he probably wasn’t going to get anything out of you today, so he turned back to the show.

“Um… you can come eat dinner in here… anytime, if you want.” He tilted his head downwards so his hair hid his face. “And you can tell me, whenever you want.”

You paused, feeling gratitude swell up in your chest. “Thanks, Levi, you’re a good friend.”

He peeked up at you through his hair and smiled.

hope this was what you meant!! :)

#obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x you #obey me fluff #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x y/n #obey me #obey me comfort #levi fluff #leviathan fluff #leviathan x reader #leviathan x gn reader #aro mc #leviathism aromantic

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ambiguouspuzuma · 2 months

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Tempers fugit

She was nose-deep in a book when Tephan sauntered into her study, as self-absorbed as ever, all misplaced confidence and mislaid tact. There was no knock: he simply strolled through the door like he owned the place. Which, in fairness, he did. He and his brother had inherited the whole Duchy on the passing on their aunt, from the throne room to the quarters where Sanje slept. In a way, they'd also inherited her.

"What is it, Teran?" Sanje lowered her book, A Field Guide to Mundane Fungi and Their Uses, which didn't have nearly enough pictures for its content. She was used to these interruptions, but that only meant she'd long since burned through her reserves of patience.

"Woah, is that any way to greet your Duke?" He protested in mock offence. Sanje wasn't sure that any insult could actually penetrate his hide of puffed-up adoration, but that hadn't stopped her from trying. "After he's come all this way to see you?"

"Forgive me, my Duke," she said, with as much disdain as she dared. The late Lady Jaside had truly been her Duchess - the sort of woman she'd been proud to serve. Her nephews, Tephan and Kase, were her Dukes in title only. "But come all this way to see me for what?"

"Hey, we'll come to that. There's no great hurry." He looked around the bookshelves, as if deliberately hoping to find a distraction, some reason to waste even more of her time. "Pretty flowers, by the way. How do you keep them all alive? The ones we get wither straight away."

"I don't," she admitted, closing the book and letting Tephan have the floor. This might go more quickly if she let him work this tangent out of his system. "They die, but then I help them remember what living flowers feel like. All the ingredients are still there, you see; they've just forgotten the recipe."

"Oh that," Tephan said dismissively, as if magical intervention was easier than just watering them every now and again. "Necromancer stuff."

"Not necromancer stuff. Magic."

It was a common bugbear. Since the age of Chronos, Father Time with Cronus's scythe, the Grim Reaper, people had loved to conflate time and death. But as a tempomancer, she could only reap what had already been sown. She worked not with death, but with life; restoring wilted flowers to full bloom, reminding wounds when they were whole, and reversing the ageing of her own body, so that young men like Tephan could continue to treat her with such flagrant disrespect.

"Magic is all about memory," she explained, for the dozenth time, and not blind to the irony. "Reminding mountains of when they were molten, or rivers of a time they took a different course. Yes, I can remind a corpse of its ability to move, but I could equally return living limbs to the impotence of the womb."

"So it's like... localised time travel."

"If it helps you to think of it that way." That was the best she was going to get. "Why are you here, Tephan?"

The Ugly Dukeling shifted under her glare, and turned back to inspect the shelves. "Kase needs you at the stables."

"Kase knows where to find me, just as you unfortunately do."

"That's why I'm here. He sent me to fetch you."

"Errand boy to the real Duke, is it?" Sanje tried to sow discord at every opportunity. If could get them bickering between each other, the theory went, they would spend less time ganging up on her. "Is that how power sharing works? He does the ruling, you do the dishes?"

It was such a shame. Their aunt had been a good Duchess, before the wasting sickness took hold. Sanje almost wished that she'd saved her: at the time she'd vowed not to meddle with a ruler's old age, preserving another unnatural life well into the centuries, thinking only evil could come of that. But bad things had come anyway. She'd left herself cursed to live through successive generations of up-jumped aristocracy, each less bearable than the last.

Lady Jaside had died, and her nephews had been made joint Dukes of Rhúnwald, joint Protectors of the Mark, and the joint banes of Sanje's life. They had formed an uneasy coalition: the two brothers had a friction of their own, and they'd inherited their aunt's previous counsellors, including Sanje's seat at that table. The old guard were losing that fight. The numbers seemed to dwindle by the week, having been of a similar age to their Duchess, and she wasn't looking forward to babysitting on her own.

"No way. He's just busy."

"And what's so urgent that he couldn't come himself?"

"Hang on, let me think."

"You don't know?" Sanje certainly wouldn't be breaking her vow for them. The moment they took even the slightest sparring injury, requiring muscle to remember a life before the swords, she resolved to be nowhere to be found. She'd restrained herself from regicide, which would also be a worrying precedent, but she wouldn't stand in nature's way. She might even puppet Tephan's corpse, until he learnt what necromancy was.

"No, I did, of course I did. I've just momentarily forgotten." He continued to look around the shelves, as if something there might job his memory. "Everybody does that, right? You walk into a room, and can't remember why you're in there? It's funny, just a moment ago it was on the tip of my tongue..."

"I'll see what I can do," Sanje said.

"Wait-"

But she was all out of patience. Sanje froze the rest of him into place, and watched the rapid convulsion of his lips with interest, trying to gauge where they would land. Tempomancy wasn't an exact art. Memory was measured in moments, not minutes - and some were more momentous than others. In this case she needed his mouth to remember its last conversation, in the hope it would be more enlightening than their current one.

"...a threat to our rule," it was saying, as she let it land. Too far. Or not far enough, she wondered. That excerpt seemed worth hearing the start of.

"Magic will always be a threat to our rule."

Intrigue turned into full attention. Sanje stood up, focusing as she pushed him just a few more moments back into the past.

"I'll lure the necromancer, make up some pretence for her to come rushing into the trap. It's about time we docked her claws. You're absolutely right. As long as we allow it to continue, magic will always be a threat to our rule."

She could only listen to one side of the conversation, and imagine Kase's equally dreadful voice in response. But it was enough to tell her everything she needed to know. Sanje could recognise a snake from front or back: she knew the clang of a headsman's axe, without waiting to hear its echo.

She brought Tephan's lips forward again, then back, then forward, until they were roughly back where he'd left them. "Funny, just a moment ago it was on the tip of my tongue."

"Well, take your time," she said instead, replacing her book for one on defensive spells. Sometimes her own memory needed to be refreshed.

"Oh, that's it," he said, watching her return the volume on fungi. "There's something the gardener thinks might be magical. Some sort of toadstool, I think. You need to come and look at it."

"Of course," Sanje agreed, for once the picture of obedience. "Please, lead the way. I'll be right behind you."

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kaseyskat · 9 months

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1 or 31 for the prompts perhaps.. if ur doing some writing if not no pressure :-) whoever u want it to be abt !! adore ur writing

jay you have no idea what you've done to me. i've wanted to do this to sparrow for Days Now and now i have an opportunity?!?!? anyways. when does this take place? idk, not canon that's for sure! but its been in my head so bad. TW for violence

Everything happened so fast.

It's been days of being on their own- Nick is starting to grow tired of it. Admitting that they don't know where their dads are is frustrating, and besides, even with the growing abilities they've all manifested... well, it's dangerous here, isn't it?

Case in point: there is a man standing in front of them with a sword lit ablaze in a way that would be so fucking cool if he weren't pointing it threateningly at them, a group of five scared kids.

(Well, three scared kids and two very unimpressed twins. Nick doesn't know if he should admire their guts or be horrifically afraid for them).

"Listen, you seem like decent kids," the man says, the sword still pointed at them. His buddy is a giant of a man who sneers with teeth far too large to be fully human, hefting an equally-terrifying axe. "But you're not supposed to be here, and you've seen too much! Unfortunately, that means you gotta get axed, if you know what I mean."

"We'd like to see you try," Lark sneers in return, and the fight begins.

Nick is... still woefully unused to fighting in actual combat scenarios. While the twins and eventually Grant and even Terry took to fighting pretty quickly, he'd rather use the magic he's found himself growing more and more fond of to protect himself and his teammates, acting on the sidelines instead of charging straight in.

This is the case here as he taps his drumsticks to his belt, humming a quick melody to boost Grant as he lunges with his own axe, stepping around Terry as he focuses intensely on his stupid spellbook, flipping through the pages.

Lark and Sparrow move in tangent, per the usual. Where Lark swings with his dagger in hand, Sparrow is ducking around, casting vines at the guy's feet and flinging drops of dark liquid in his face. They're always so fun to watch, if only because they always seem to know what the other is doing.

For a moment, Nick feels guilty for only watching them when Grant is taking on the axeman in one-on-one combat. "Terry," he starts to say, his own brows furrowing as he tries to recall something, anything that might help him in this fight. "Maybe you should-"

There's a horrid squelch that cuts him off. The leader is grinning smugly, and he pulls his sword back. "One down," he gloats, and Lark shrieks.

Nick watches in horror as Sparrow crumples to the ground.

No time for thinking. "Protect them!" he yells vaguely in Terry's direction, and then he's diving forwards, his hands glowing. He might not know what to do in combat, but Sparrow had been... had been helping him with healing spells. So that I'm not the only one who can help the others, he had said, and at the time they had laughed because they'd never get hurt enough that healing them all would drain Sparrow, would they?

Lark is still fighting, a dark look in his eyes as he roars in fury, shoves back against the leader. He hasn't had a moment to catch his breath, let alone drop to the ground to check on his twin: even he knew that would be suicide at this point, which would be pointless. Instead, he directs the fight to ten, fifteen, twenty feet away, giving Nick the space to drop next to Sparrow's crumpled form.

It's bad. Nick forces past the smell of burnt flesh, shrugs his own jacket off of his shoulders - it's the only thing he can think of to use, it can be washed later! - and gingerly places a hand on Sparrow's shoulder. "This is going to hurt," he says, "probably."

Sparrow's eyes are half-lidded, dazed. He doesn't even wince when Nick wraps the jacket around him, pressing it carefully against the wound. His breathing is short and jagged, and there are tears trailing down his face slowly- it's horrible.

"Hey, hey, Sparrow, look at me," Nick whispers, and he summons his magic to his hands again, pressing one gingerly to where his jacket has started to stain dark red on Sparrow's back, holding him in place. "You're okay, see? I've got you."

Sparrow inhales, and then exhales in a shuddering sigh, and he allows Nick to pull him into his arms entirely. "The fight," he says- his voice comes out no louder than a whisper. "The others..."

Nick spares a glance upwards. Terry has finally joined the fight, and Grant defeated the axeman so all three of them are focused on the leader now.

"Don't look at them," he finally says in return, and he forces a smile, gritting his teeth as the first healing spell ends and Sparrow looks no better than before, his chest and back both bleeding still, his face rapidly losing color. "Look at me. This is what you taught me for, right?"

Sparrow's breath is wheezing now, his inhales short and raspy, his eyes glazing over. Nick's own heart beats harder and harder in his chest, and he wills another healing spell to his fingers, pressing down harder. Work, he pleads, come on, work!

"You're not dying on me today," he whispers. "Lark would kill me, and then we're both dead and what for? So... so don't give up yet. Stay with me."

Slowly, miraculously, the bleeding slows to a stop. Nick's jacket is probably ruined, but he doesn't even care if it means Sparrow's not on the verge of death anymore. At least now he can be fixed.

The sound of combat, too, slows to a stop, and then Lark is crouching next to them, his face full of fear for the first time since Nick met him. "Sparrow," he gasps, his voice strangled and also so fearful.

"Careful, he's lost a lot of blood, but the wound is mostly healed, I think?" Nick carefully peels away the jacket, revealing burnt skin and half-cauterized flesh and an incision that has only barely healed over. "I don't have much juice left in me for another healing spell, but I can try."

Lark nods, but he's not focused on Nick at all, instead taking Sparrow's hand in his own and squeezing it. "This will not be your end, brother," he says, his voice wobbling dangerously. "Now that the enemies have been defeated, Terry and Grant can find stronger healing magic for you in their supplies."

It feels like ages pass in that moment. Sparrow curled up in his arms is something Nick has been stupidly dreaming about for too long now, but not like this- not when Sparrow's breathing is still wrong, and he's so pale, trembling from the blood loss, and Lark refuses to let go of his hand, and he has a couple of nasty cuts himself that he glares at Nick for mentioning.

Eventually, though, Grant and Terry come into view, each holding vials. "We tested them," Terry explains, and he snorts, shaking his head. "I can't believe we got so lucky- the idea that they'd have healing potions on them was so far-fetched!"

"Give them here!" Lark demands, and he reaches up to snatch the vial right out of Terry's hands, immediately leaning over Sparrow to carefully let the potion drop into his mouth.

It... works. Sparrow's breathing evens out, and the wound fades a little more.

He still doesn't wake up, and his color is still too pale for Nick's liking, but he's alive and not in danger of dying anymore, and even Lark breathes a sigh of relief, still clutching his hand.

For the first time since he watched Sparrow get impaled by an actual flaming sword, Nick allows himself to slump forwards, holding Sparrow to his chest still, marveling in how he can feel each breath, each movement. I almost lost him, he realizes, his own breath sharpening into a violent inhale. Fuck.

When Sparrow wakes, Nick promises himself that he'll... confess feelings, or do something stupid, and maybe learn some actual combat spells so he's not so useless in the future.

For now? As Lark whispers reassurances to Sparrow quietly and Grant dutifully cleans up the area and Terry sets up the barest bones of a shelter... Nick sighs, and combs through Sparrow's hair, and thanks the stars and heavens that he had healing spells in the first place.

#kasey writes stuff #dndads #sparrow oak garcia #nick close #not tagging the others but #for MINOR context i did come up with this scenario when rereading go doodlers #for other minor context: sparrow getting stabbed by a flaming sword a la marcy wu has been smth ive wanted to do for forever #its FUN. im sorry. taking one blorbos pain and giving it to another #sorry for the ending i feel like its so abrupt?#anyways. how does this truly end. does sparrow wake up? is she the same? did the impalement fuck up her lungs irreparably? who knows!#im leaving that up to yall. i just wanted to make the ending vaguely hopeful to fulfill the 'comfort' of 'hurt/comfort' LMAO

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beautifulpersonpeach · 3 months

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Hi Bpp! I love everything about how you are! I read the way you asked to do quick asks and it immediately brought a smile to my face. Your brand of sass is my favorite.

Honest question for you: How do you deal with the reality that the fandom hates Jimin and treats him differently?

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Lol you just slathered it on, didn't you?

Honest answer: are you in the fandom? If the answer is no, would it be right to ask how then you're participating in fandom discussions? If the answer is yes, would it be right to say your inclusion in the fandom negates your theory that "the fandom hates Jimin" is reality? After all, you're part of the fandom too and you love him. If no you feel your inclusion in the fandom doesn't negate the reality that the fandom hates Jimin, would it be because you think you're in the minority, and so overall, the fandom still hates Jimin? If yes, that's your reason, would it fair to question how a majority hating Jimin could rally to offer a decisive defense in November 2018, a period that to date is the most extremely targeted Jimin has ever been (with a close second being the rampage of insanity JJKs had on Jimin just before his military service started). For starters.

I mean, for example, PJM2 is going to chart in the top 5 of the BB Hot100 when it drops and in a post-D2C sales world, anybody who thinks that reality is possible without the majority of the fandom showing up for Jimin, that person's high off their own supply and that shit is laced. In my opinion.

Anyway, I went on a tangent. The fact is even if the majority of the fandom loves Jimin, the minority who hate his guts are verifiably awful people and capable of doing real damage possibly. That's a real problem and one the fandom has no real will of ever fixing. Taekookers are ARMYs' original sin, as I keep saying, and we have no one but ourselves to blame for creating the environment we now have. But also, this isn't unique to Jimin. They are all hated and subtly shaded in the fandom by a significant minority of people. Every single member. Many of the people decrying the hate on Jimin are themselves making derisive comments about other members overtly and not. It's delusional to think the member you happen to like most should somehow be the exception to a system you help sustain. Silly, you know.

The fandom does treat Jimin differently. Everyone who comes across him treats him differently. How can they not? He is something else. He provokes. A serpent in a dove.

Sigh I'm rambling during quick asks.

I guess my real answer is that, I accept it. Hate is unpleasant but beyond that, it's something that has little meaning to me. You're in fandom. 90% of what most k-pop fans do here, is hate. I'm not sure if it's clear by now, but I have a low opinion of k-pop fans (and I'm including myself so it's not a contradiction of the above argument). Speaking for myself, the last person's opinion I'll take seriously is a k-pop stan's. The reputation this industry and the fans have is well earned, even with the bad stereotyping. Nobody wants to see hate on someone they love, but for me with BTS, I expect it. And most times (excluding the really abusive ones), I'm bored by it. My unsolicited advice: if seeing the hate really affects you, please consider cutting back and taking more breaks away, and better curating your timeline. I channel my time towards appreciating Jimin, Namjoon, BTS. I prefer focusing on what I love about k-pop. I see the shit y'all pull daily and it's unfortunate but at the same time, the guys are fine and they're the reason I'm here so I'll focus on celebrating them.

#Thank you btw.#jimin #namjoon #bts #quick asks

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For lore asks!!!

If the Auditor's intentions are to invoke unity on even the level of the Gods, does it have any particular plans for which god it might start with, when the time comes? What member of the Eleven does it believe to be the 'weakest link'? the one it can most easily conquer and start it's path toward complete and total control?

In the unlikely possibility of the Earthmover starting to... Move, again, do the dragons of Sparkhaven have a contingency plan for surviving the sudden reactivation of their home? Is there any concern from the surrounding area that this might be part of the plan of those who live atop the remains of war machines- to revive them somehow?

cut exists for the sake of scrolling this blog. anyways

okay, first off, in my lore, the eleven have been AWOL for... i don't want to give a specific timeframe, because i know i will regret giving a specific timeframe, but they have been unreachable for a very long time. so they're straightup just... not involved in sornieth and have not been for a significant amount of time.

second off: the auditor is a cocky little bastard. the auditor also knows that they are made from the combined magic of all eleven elemental deities. so their actual mindset is that the deities aren't going to respond until they and their agency's swept across the whole supercontinent, and even if the eleven finally come back out of hiding- what then? what then? what is any one element against them, who was created to balance the elements in the first place?

if you forced them to answer, though, they'd probably say the arcanist. because the arcanist, from the beginning, has never been interested in fighting.

also, as a sidenote: the actual nation-flights that are the best targets are currently arcane and water, because again, arcane has a very weak military presence due to their lack of interest in it. the odd thing is that it's still arcane so they might be able to make some weapon of mass destruction. but it is like playing against a beginner at chess: you should be able to stomp them unless they manage to do something weirdly brilliant by accident. and anyways, even if they do make a ridiculous weapon to use, the jury's out on whether the rest of the flights will let them use it in the first place.

water, on the other hand, is the most magically destabilized flight, geographically speaking. hey! fun fact! did you know! (in my worldbuilding specifically) the tidelord is no more absent than the rest of the deities? the real problem here is that water magic is very physical, for lack of a better term. it is tied heavily to having, well, water at hand. and, unlike the earth flight, who also have a very physical element, the water flight's territory was located in an unfortunate location.

what i'm saying is this: a lot of flights dropped out of warring for dominance over the centuries (which is a whole other tangent that i'm not explaining in this post). the last to stick it out were fire/lightning/nature/plague. the water flight happens to be right in the middle of all of those.

and, well, the final stretch of the war was fought using earthmovers, which, as we know, damaged the leylines real badly. because water is geographically in the middle of this all, a lot of their leylines were badly affected by it as well, which damaged a lot of culturally/magically significant sites.

water magic isn't affected at all. individual seers' powers work just as well as before, but culturally and politically they are at a loss. the more religious sects say the tidelord has gone silent because the places dragons would go to commune with him (actually places that had particularly high concentrations of water magic and/or water) aren't working anymore.

which is to say: the auditor, being based out of plague as they are right now, has their sights set on water as their first full flight to take on due both to geographical proximity and also the sheer chaos going on in the flight itself

and on that note, we segue to talking more about earthmovers.

In the unlikely possibility of the Earthmover starting to… Move, again, do the dragons of Sparkhaven have a contingency plan for surviving the sudden reactivation of their home?

yeah, there were a lot of worries among the settlements built atop earthmovers that they might be able to reactivate themselves when the leylines began to recover again.

different towns dealt with it differently. at least one completely gutted their earthmover to make sure there there's just... no components left to reactivate in the first place.

plan in sparkhaven specifically was to keep its fuel systems empty and dismantle the weapons as soon as they could. also kept the shield generator online as a failsafe to minimize damage to the city if all else failed and it stood back up again.

for a little while, at the height of all the worry, there was a task force specializing in keeping vermin and other animals out of the earthmover's internal pipes to make sure it wasn't going to get any blood in there at all. that wasn't really necessary because a couple rats just aren't going to have enough blood to keep even a damn lamp on for a significant amount of time, but it let dragons have more peace of mind, so there was a task force.

in the modern day, near-to-all of its power generation has been re-routed to the city's essential (and/or nonessential) sectors anyway. don't get me wrong, the city relies mostly on external power plants at this point but hey, may as well use what is already there. either ways, it's commonly considered that their earthmover isn't going to wake back up.

...which isn't 100% true. in the specific case of spark-havoc, you could probably still reactivate it. but like all you're going to be able to reactivate is its central consciousness so all it's going to be doing is sitting there lol

as for -

Is there any concern from the surrounding area that this might be part of the plan of those who live atop the remains of war machines- to revive them somehow?

not from the surrounding area! most of those settlements are descended from dragons who, for one reason or another, left their own earthmovers behind to settle on the ground instead.

no, the concern comes from the dragons of the tempest spire and goldensparc (and places in the general goldensparc area). the thing is, they were just far enough removed from most of the fighting that they escaped the worst effects of it, okay, and also there's just a major elitism issue in lightning. goldensparc and the tempest spire, massive cities on the cutting edge of technology as they are, have a habit of looking down on the less well-off parts of the flight. and other flights too but that's besides this point.

there are undercurrents of fear that the towns built atop earthmovers, all the way out in the rest of the flight, might then turn their war machines against the higher echelons.

which, by the way, isn't happening because of all the reasons explained before. even if someone wanted to, it's just not gonna happen.

#flight rising #/usr/textpostin'#/etc/lore time #HOOOOUHGHGHGH MY HEAD HURTS NOW I HOPE THIS IS READABLE #god watch me reread this and go “oh well fuck i forgor to add important details”#ohfcugk #ultrakill spoilers

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Ik you've been made a headcanon about Dark Choco Cookie and Peach Cookie. Somewhere in the Cookie Run comic, Dark Choco Cookie actually falls in love with Peach Cookie. So, what if there's a fanchild of them? Do you mind making their fan child? If not it's fine ^^

So like I’ve alluded to in my other posts today, my headcanon for Peach and Dark Choco were VERY different and probably not so viable here, but let’s say this is just the comic universe or something, and here’s Dark Plum Cookie

Honestly after reading some of the comics, I’ve come around to this ship quite a bit. But unfortunately it contradicts my old headcanons for them (okay I should probably actually explain what those headcanons were. Basically at some point someone made a thing saying that General Jujube could be Dark Choco’s other parent, and it basically made me spiral into a rabbit hole. And since I know Jujube is at least implied to be Peach’s father, that’d make the two of them half siblings, so Dark Choco was basically like Peach’s older brother. Also that Peach was a teenager), and it’s hard to really start shipping them without dealing with my old headcanons, as it’d make it look far worse than it is, and of which I do not endorse. But I like this new ship too, so I’m just debating making my old headcanons into like, an au or something where Jujube is Dark Choco’s second parent, although I kind of already do that, since my real headcanon is that Dark Choco only has one parent. But maybe having both of those coexisting is a bad look…All right, maybe I can just scrap the first headcanons, like I did with Dark Cacao and the North and South Dragons. And also make Peach older, since I know I’m just bad at guessing ages (for example, I thought Rayla from Dragon Prince was in her early 20s when she was 15). She’s probably in her early 20s

Anyways, sorry for the weird tangent, let’s get onto the actual fankid, yeah?

So I chose the name Dark Plum because I wanted a fruit similar to peaches, but dark in color. The only one I could find was plums. Unfortunately, there is already a Plum Cookie, so I added the “Dark” to indicate I was basing him off the darker and more purple ones. I mainly based him off the black splendor plum, which has this red flesh on the inside

Black splendor plum:

So for his design, I wanted to go with a dark purple to be some sort of middle ground between the black and peach colors, and after seeing some dark plums with red flesh, I made his secondary color red. I think I was originally going to give him purple eyes like his grandfather, but I ended up making them red so they’d stand out more. I kind of ended up using Plum Cookie as a reference for his hair, since they’re both made of the same thing. I was going to put the red on the same places as Plum’s yellow, but I thought it looked better on the ends. I’m not entirely sure what it looks like not flowing. I wasn’t really sure what to do for his outfit, or his weapon for that matter. Originally I was debating giving him a sword or a staff, since I wasn’t sure which parent to lean more towards. I was debating a spear but I didn’t really want to since I’ve already made 3 of these with spears. I mean I still kind of ended up doing that, but it’s double sided so it’s fine. It’s supposed to be more staff like. With his outfit I sort of just ended up using the Dark Cacao Kingdom for references like normal. I had asked my friend for advice on his outfit and she had a suggestion, she just didn’t know how to translate it into English, so I just stuck with this. She said it looked good

Anyways, on to him himself. …I am just now realizing I spent so much time on his design I neglected his personality and character. Well what I do have is that unlike what the image may convey, he’s not a super serious warrior, he’s just in the middle of a fight. I mean yes, he takes fighting seriously, but he can be a bit prideful and confident in his fighting abilities and think he’s cool. He is a good fighter but he sometimes lets it get to his head. Also he tends to be a bit chaotic

I like to imagine Plum being like his godfather or babysitter or something, just so that we can have Plum and Dark Plum regularly interacting. I feel like if time travel shenanigans were to happen, Plum and Dark Plum would meet, and Plum would think he’s like his evil/shadow alternate universe self, only for him to instead be Peach’s son, along with Dark Choco. I feel like something like this could happen in the comics, they are a little insane

But uh, yeah, I think that’s all I have on him, I hope you like him!

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hi. i know this blog is just for fun, and i don't want to be a downer, but jk rowling is a terf. she actively does not want trans people to exist. as a trans army, it makes me wildly uncomfortable when people who aren't fans are called 'muggles' or when people Sort the members. again, i know it's all supposed to be fun, but. i don't feel at all safe anymore whenever hp stuff is brought up. i hope you have a good day though <3

Hi anon,

First, before I get into the rest of my response I want to say that I while i can't truly empathize on this specific issue, I do sympathize with not feeling safe due to a marginalization from 'the mainstream'. I do apologize for any part my posts played into this for you and anyone else that may have seen them. I'm going to put the rest of my thoughts on this topic below a cut for anyone that isn't up for a discussion-type post from this blog.

HP was my first real fandom and as someone who was raised in an extremely conservative rural area, I'm unfortunately very familiar with this mindset and viewpoint.

I also had to do a hefty amount of soul-searching when deciding how much of hp-fandom I would continue to engage in. I've never been a merch-focused person (which honestly gave me some heartache getting into kpop..there are legit ppl out there that try to make you feel like a fake fan if you don't spend serious money on this interest... but that's a discussion for another day). Anyway, back to HP, I'm not into merch and I didn't like the movies, (I've still only seen the first two and a handful of clips from some of the others) so I'm personally not contributing anymore to the money channeling in but money isn't the only thing that fuels this massive engine.

Again, I had to have a very frank heart-to-heart with myself to see where I personally feel comfortable continuing to engage. For me, being involved in the Fandom to any degree and even having casual conversations about the themes and meanings was an essential part of learning to be curious enough to see more lifestyles different from the one I was raised in. And my story is not dissimilar from many that I knew in situations similar to mine. So I know that this body of work has actually had cases where it fosters discussions and mindsets for minority groups more than anything else of its time. I really cannot overstate how significant the HP books and fandom were in creating the first space where we were able to even explore the idea of being different from those around us, let alone feeling comfortable or even celebrating it. To us, HP was less about the magic of being able to move items without touching them but more about the magic of finding your own worth when everyone around you said otherwise. This concept takes different forms each generation, for some it's superheroes or musicians; for my generation, it was HP.

Do the unveiled viewpoints of the original creator now undo all of the progress that was triggered by her work? And should we all attempt to bury it as if it never happened? Another point of discussion, especially where I now live in the southern US with many entrenched systems of racial discrimination. (Again, another tangent but we're not here to talk about tearing down ugly statues that don't add any value to the current population).

There's also the literal logistical issue of deciding that I can't engage in anything because I don't agree with the views of the ppl in charge, then there will literally be no viable method to exist. My professional expertise is in systems design, implementation, and maintenance; and let me assure you, the world is legitimately run by people who have despicable beliefs. From entertainment, food manufacturing and distribution, to health care and politics; there are scummy mindsets infecting it all. The biggest lie in our society is that good ppl do good things and bad ppl do bad things. No. People with awful motivations do good things continuously. And the inverse is true as well. There is remarkably little black and white in the world, everything is on a spectrum.

Attempting to cut myself off from ALL of it is not possible, nor do I want to engage with ALL of it. So again, I need to decide where that line is. And it needs to be re-evaluated frequently as both myself and the world around me grows and changes.

But this really comes to my main point of this whole post. I had to do my own personal soul-searching to decide where my own boundary is with this issue. And each person should do so as well. We are all so beautifully different in our life experiences and thoughts and mindset. I would NEVER want to claim my personal boundary on any issue should be upheld for ANYONE else. That's where we must empower ourselves to understand our own sovereignty. I have complete control of how I choose to respond to a push of my boundary but not to dictate that others must place their own boundaries.

This is where we are right now. I recognize that my past actions have induced some harm, intentional or not. Again, I apologize for that. I've shared a few reasons why we have different viewpoints and may continue to create similar polls in the future. So, to move forward, I will be more diligent in tagging any polls so that anyone trying to avoid such content may do so. You will have to decide if that is sufficient for you or if you will need to also disengage here.

Whatever you choose, I do wish you the absolute best and thankyou for bringing this lapse to my attention. Like you said, this is intended to be a fun place where we can vote in meaningless tumblr polls about a group of guys in Korea that make music. I would never want to compromise someone's peace with something so trivial but I am just another stranger on the internet. The one thing I can do is try to give you the tools so that you can make informed decisions about what type of content you may encounter in my space.

I'm not looking to turn this blog into a discussion one, so if anyone wants/needs to chat further, please reach out in DMs or through my main blog @curio-queries . This blog will continue to focus on BTS polls.

BORAHAE 💜

#non poll post #harry potter

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The 2004 Cyberchase Online Contest

Alright, I know that I said that I wasn't sure if I wanted to post about the "2004 Cyberchase Online Contest". I said that I thought it was less interesting than the 2005 contest. However, I just remembered an important bit of information about it that makes it much more interesting. This is another piece of the Cyberchase website that I have preserved in full on the Flashpoint Project.

Let's start with the preview page that came out just before the contest went live. This capture is from September 1st, 2004. It features Harry and Bianca. I will transcribe it.

Coming soon...

The 2004 Cyberchase Online Contest!

Contest open from September 13th to October 11th, 2004.

Click back soon to enter!

Prizes include cool computers, a special visit by Cyberchase stars Digit, Harry, and Bianca, other great Cyberchase stuff!

And that's the end of the preview page.

That line about "a special visit by Cyberchase stars Digit, Harry, and Bianca" being one of the prizes is what motivated me to make this post. I don't know whether this special visit/performance ended up happening. I also don't know whether this special visit/performance was recorded in any way. If it was recorded, then that recording is currently lost media, and I would love to see it if it still exists.

Now, you may be questioning how Digit would be able to join in. They actually had a Digit mascot suit back in the day. This suit was used in the "Cyberchase: The Chase in On!" museum exhibit at the Houston Children's Museum. I really need to make a post with the photos that have been recovered from that exhibit, since they may have taken the exhibit itself down.

I've also seen this suit used on TV on the Unvision channel. This was for an event called "Cyberchase Live in Studio", which seems to have been to promote the Cyberchase Movie.

Anyway, let's get back to the 2004 contest.

There is a link to a video that they used as part of this preview. However, this was another case where they used RealPlayer for streaming, and those files appear to be gone now. I doubt that it was exclusively produced for the site. They probably had it running on TV, and the TV capture, even on VHS, would have probably been higher quality than what they could stream over the Internet.

When the contest opened on September 13, 2004, we got a new version of the page.

Before we get into the entry form, riddles, and prizes, let's see what they were offering with their sneak peek at upcoming adventures. If the site wants to on this tangent, then I will go with them.

The videos are just more RealPlayer streaming content that is now lost, unfortunately. I don't know if these were site exclusives or not.

Before we look at the riddles that the contestants would have needed to solve, here are the prizes. I will transcribe them.

1 Grand Prize Winner Receives

A live performance by stars Digit, Harry and Bianca at your school or community education group.

A Notebook Computer: An INTEL CENTRINO Mobile Technology-based notebook computer provided by INTEL CORPORATION -- 1 for you and 1 for your school or community education group.

Cyberchase stuff -- for both you and for your school or community education group -- including videos, DVDs, CD-ROM games and more.

10 First Prize Winners Receive

A Notebook Computer: An INTEL CENTRINO Mobile Technology-based notebook computer provided by INTEL CORPORATION-- 1 for you and 1 for your school or community education group.

Cyberchase Stuff -- for both you and for your school or community education group -- including videos, DVDsm CD-ROM games, books, posters and more.

50 Second Prize Winners Will Receive

Cyberchase Stuff -- for both you and for your education group -- including videos, DVDs, posters, books and more.

That all for the prizes. Let's see the Cyber Riddles that needed to be solved.

1) What number is this Poddle? Here are some clues.

I am an odd number.

I am greater than 3

I have two digits.

I am less than 13.

What number am I?

2) Ms. Fileshare needs to use this password to lock the Cybrary doors. Help her finish it. It uses a pattern made with both shapes and numbers.

18-in-a-circle, 16-in-a-circle, 14-in-a-square, 12-in-a-circle, 10-in-a-circle, 8-in-a-square, blank, blank, blank

3) How many cubes of wig gel does Hacker use on his wig every morning? Here are some clues. The correct number is...

greater than 7

and even number

less than 14

if you count by 3's you will find it

4) Jackie and Digit want to tile a wall. They have to choose a shape that tesselates - that fits together with no gaps or overlaps. Write the letter of the shape that will work

A. pentagon B. circle C. rectangle

5) Digit has to buy some parts to fix Wigit (sic). But he only has 25 snelfus to spend. He needs a brain chip, a hard drive and a bow tie. The brain chip costs 8 snelfus. The hard drive costs 7 snelfus. What's the most Digit can spend on a new bow tie for Wigit (sic)?

6) Jackie, Inez, and Matt want to buy a new mp3 player for Slider's birthday. it costs 150 snelfus. They plan to save 15 snelfus each day. How many days will it take them to save enough to buy the present?

7) Matt and Inez found this message that Hacker sent to Buzz and Delete. It's in code! What does it say? Use this code breaker to find out.

The first letter is the letter in code. The second letter tells you what letter it is.

Z=A, Y=B, X=C, W=D, V=E, U=F, T=G, S=H, R=I, Q=J, P=K, O=L, N=M, M=N, L=O, K=P, J=Q, I=R, H=S, G=T, F=U, E=V, D=W, C=X, B=Y, A=Z

Message: HGLK GSLHV PRWH!

8) Hacker has hidden the encryptor chip in a locked chest. To unlock it, the CyberSquad needs to find the next number in this pattern:

1, 4, 7, 10, __. What is it?

9) The crab prince is having a party. He needs to estimate how many friends he can invite. Use this picture to help him estimate. What is the greatest number of crabs that can fit on the floo? Write the ketter of the estimate the Crab Prince should use.

We see a picture of a room with four square tiles. One tile has 12 crabs on it.

A) 21-30 crabs B) 31-40 crabs C) 41-50 crabs

10) Lady Ada is coming for a tea party with Motherboard. Digit needs to get this for them. But he can only see into the box from above, Which of these pictures shows this teapot from the top. Write the letter of the picture

The side photo shows a central elliptical shape, sort of like an egg standing on its end. There half of a ring on the right side. This is meant to be the handle of the teapot. There is an irregular squiggle shape attached to the left side. This is meant to be the spout of the teapot. We can see another elliptical shape on top of the central elliptical shape. This is meant to be the lid on the teapot. There is a circular shape on top of the lid. This is meant to be a knob to use when picking up the lid.

A) image A shows three concentric circles. The smallest circle is perhaps one-twentieth the area of the outer circle. The area of the medium-sized circle is perhaps three-fourths as big as the outer circle. There is a rounded rectangle protruding from the right side of the outer circle. There is a rounded triangle protruding from the left side of the outer circle.

B) Image B shows three concentric circles. The smallest circle is perhaps one-tenth the area of the larger circle. The area of the medium-sized circle is perhaps one-half as big as the outer circle. There is a rounded rectangle protruding from the left size of the medium-sized circle.

C) Image C shows one rounded rectangle inside another rounded rectangle. Both rounded rectangles are setup so that their longer sides are running horizontally, while their shorter sides are running vertically. Each rounded rectangle is perhaps one-fifth as large in the vertical direction as it is in the horizontal section. The inner rounded rectangle is perhaps nine-tenths the area of the outer rounded rectangle. The inner rounded rectangle has a a vertical line running through its entire vertical height at about one-fifth of the way from the left along its horizontal length.

Motherboard: Good luck, Cybermates!

I won't include all of the text about the contest rules, but I can show the approximate value of the prizes that they reported.

The grand prize winner's prize is valued at around $4,365.

The prize given to each of the first prize winners is valued at around $4,070.

The prize given to each of the second prize winners is valued at around $70.

Here's the list of winners. I thought about whether I should post it publicly. This page has been publicly available online for 20 years now, and all of the parents agreed to allow their kids names up here. We only get first names, towns, and their local PBS station. so nothing here would identify anyone on its own.

What do I think of this contest? It sounds like something that would have been a pretty big deal at the time, given the value of all of those prizes. The 2005 contest was certainly smaller in scale. I like that Matt, Inez, and Jackie were planning to buy Slider an MP3 player for his birthday. That is reflective of this contest happening 20 years ago.

I also like the idea of Motherboard and Lady Ada having a tea party. I don't know if Motherboard is capable of drinking the tea, so she may just be watching Ada drink the tea while they talk about nerd stuff. Then again, during Season 2 Episode 3 "Harriet Hippo and the Mean Green", the kids give Motherboard the potion that cures the Mean Green spell by dumping it into her cryoxide tank. Maybe she just dumps tea in there as well.

Hey Tumblr, can you figure out the Cyber Riddles? I'll put the answers under the read more, so I'll know if you cheated.

You cheated, didn't you?

Answer for #1: 11

Answer for #2: six-in-a-circle, four-in-a-circle, two-in-a-square

Answer for #3: 12

Answer for #4: C. Rectangle

Answer for #5: 10 snelfus

Answer for #6: 10 days

Answer for #7: STOP THOSE KIDS

Answer for #8: 13

Answer for #9: C. 41-50 crabs

Answer for #10: Drawing A.

#cyberchase #2000s #nostalgia #pbs kids #2000s childhood #lost media #cartoon #inez #jackie #matt #digit #longpost #archived web content

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