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so, everyone remember this idea of mine?
what if i told you that the fic is up on ao3 right now?
(second chapter's still in the works! i wrote like half of it and then forgot to save it so rip. comments would be greatly appreciated btw <3)
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In honor of the @rw-ship-showdown I wanted to write about Artihunter as someone who jokingly slapped them together pre-downpour and still thinks they are actually very compelling. Just not in the super soft love wins kinda way (Although I get why people like that more)
And the only way I know how to do that is talking too much so heres a far too long slug essay-
Obviously the slugcats don't offer a ton of characterization but theres not nothing to work with. Their stories, whether by their roles in it or the overarching themes do provide a backbone to work with. Even gameplay itself can provide a bit. (for some more than others)
Hunter, to me, is ultimately a story about selflessness. The goal is to revive Moon, which is very much an act of kindness from both Hunter and NSH. But the weight of that action is much more significant for Hunter- Hunter is deeply sick. They're on the clock, and for all their skill in combat none of that will ultimately help them to survive longer than their body can hold out. Moon is a close friend of NSH but that means little Hunter- Hunter really gets next to nothing out of helping them, and ultimately pays quiet a bit spending their limited time alive fighting to deliver that neuron so that someone else can live.
To spend ones limited days on helping another, in a game that very much stresses the unwavering cruelty of the world and nature- is pretty notable. (And you could even say that Hunter being the Hardmode of Rain World adds another layer to this)
And then we have Artificer. A storyline that very much stands out to people as more… villainous (so to speak) than the other slugcats. Artificer's story covers a lot of things. Trauma, violence, revenge, etc. Revenge is a bit of a selfish desire- That need to see someone hurt as they have hurt you. A punishment that ultimately does not fix whatever harm was done- but feels good to see because you were hurt and now those responsible share that pain.
Artificer's actions are founded in that need for revenge, their pups killed for overstepping boundaries they didn't know existed. Is it not fair for them to be angry at that, to punish the scavengers for their violence with their own? Why should the scavengers ever be forgiven when they and their pups were not? And that's how you get that loop- Harm for harm over and over.
The original action has been lost in a spiral of violence for violence. And here stands Artificer- their very spirit scarred. Not just because they sought revenge, but because they never ceased trying to scratch that itch for violence as an answer. Artificer only has two paths for their story- killing the scavenger king (Someone who, really, has little to do with the original 'crime' of the scavengers, but represents an important individual to them- as did the slugpups to Artificer), locking themselves as karma one for good and spending the rest of their life chasing creatures that no longer even fight back in a warped sense of closure- or to dissolve themselves in the acids of the void sea because they're too far gone to find any real peace.
They can't meaningfully recover from that state, not alone, twisting in on themselves. Even if they halt their actions, they've been using violence as a feeble defense against their own pain- violence that no longer has any real direction or basis. Artificer gets no real closure from killing the scavenger king. All they can do is continue the cycle, or try to scrub it away. No real peace in a prison of their own making.
So you have a creature, who even with a strict timer on their life- a body that will crumble to disease, spends its last bit of time on saving another. And another who was so caught up in the pain of loss that were eaten alive by their own anger, poisoned their own soul on such a deep level even self-proclaimed gods have no solution for them.
What peace can they offer each other? For Hunter, its only a fleeting moment of happiness- of selfish love, before their own body fails them. A bit of indulgence in something for themself. For Artificer, its a single, comforting thread to ground them again, something tangible to protect and care about again.
But thats a thread that will ultimately be snapped under the cruel indifference of the world. Hunters timer will tick down regardless of if it takes another with it. Its a tragedy- its doomed to end badly. Whatever good it offers to either of them to find each other will only provide the fleeting comfort of a band-aid that will be ripped away too early.
But all that can be worth indulging in anyway, if only for the moment. It doesn't change the ending, but the ending was never going to be happy.
Its can so yuri
#rain world#rw shipping#tagging that just cause this is explicitly about that even though I usually dont do shipping stuff#with that said i dont even think this particular interpretation of a possible dynamic needs to be romantic its just kinda#about companionship in general. companionship thats going to absolutely shred an already unstable slug emotionally but thats#the point. friendship and love in spite of the unavoidable ending#just noticed this is like 80% theme analysis and 20% 'these go together just trust me'#but also theyre both girls because i want them to and also because im channeling hornet from hollow knight#who made me so deeply ill that my rain world tags still havent outcompeted my Hk tags because i drew her so much. so so much.#hunter is hornet coded to me and artificer is like if angela and gebura from lc combined into a deeply fucked up ferret#also i did tag the poll because they kinda inspired this but also. i wasnt gonna put all this out here WITHOUT a readmore thats embarassing#but i guess this is propaganda for a ship already seen as popular but like... idk i think theres something to it even as someone#who did literally slap them together originally because they were both red slugcats i considered girls. predownpour so we didnt have anythi#anyway hi tag readers i have so much work to do im being bad by writing about gay slugs. i need to get myself together#its so late this might just be nonsense bwaaaaaaa
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One day Captain Marvel shows up to a Justice League meeting with Little Baby Man Danny draped across his shoulders like a mink scarf.
A black and white, glowing, hissing mink scarf.
Marvel sees no problem with this.
The League does.
Little Baby Man may or may not get to bite someone.
(It’s Green Arrow. He poked him with his bow. LBM can’t really fly, but he can still launch.)
I beg any artist out there to draw this I NEED this in visual form.
#‘get yo fuckin dog bitch!’ ‘it don’t bite.’ ‘yES IT DO’#Danny: a big man who turns into a little guy#Billy: a little guy who turns into a big man#perfection#“a feral ferret has been added into your inventory”#danny phantom#dp x dc#writing prompts#dpxdc#dp x dc prompt#bones replies#norasalina
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Great-x Grandparents
SHANK SHANK SHANK SHANK SHANK-
@syntheticspades @vio-starzz
He had married Link two days ago. Banners and streams were still all around Ordon, green and red. He asked what the green was for, Link shook his shoulders so much he thought his head would pop off.
The smile on Link’s was like a miasma. He didn’t hear the words spewing from his lips. The only thing he took away was, “green good” and he couldn’t agree more.
Then there was the actual wedding. Even if Shad had one hundred hands, he still wouldn’t be able to count how many kisses he received from Link and Uli alone. It seemed that kisses were regular in Ordon. Forehead, nose, the back of the hand, cheek.
It was a beautiful scene, especially with Colin’s master flower throwing. He remembered when Link said that the boy should be their flower girl. Shad laughed and asked if Colin would like that. They wrote a letter and sent it off. A letter came back a week later. No name, just an address.
YES
The two didn’t expect to see the boy in a dress at the reception. It made Shad have to cover his face because of how red it got.
The only thing better than being told “you may kiss the groom” was the dance. Link had forgotten all about the dance. Shad hadn’t, though he knew Link had two left feet.
Their dance was sloppy, noticeably unpracticed, but it was perfect. Link laid his head on Shad’s shoulder, his cheeks an obvious rose red. Shad laughed with every misstep.
“When’ll this be over?” Link whined, picking his head up to give Shad his puppy eyes. He yelped as Shad dipped him.
Shad picked him back up and everyone cheered with a smile. “It’s over now,” Shad said, picking Link’s hand up to his lips.
“I’m gonna bite you,” Link laughed. Shad saw someone waving him over.
“Love, that’s what tonight is for.” Shad let go of Link’s hand and left him speechless.
That night…he felt as if he shouldn’t think about it this late at night. But then again, we were walking in a dark forest. But then again, he was walking in a dark forest because of…memories like that. One thing that he knew, Link sure did bite.
Shad took a deep breath, taking in the air of Faron woods. They had decided to stay in Ordon for a few days before they waddled back into Castle Town.
Shad swayed to the imaginary song that played in his head. Definitely the one Link played the second Shad gave him his wedding gift, a guitar. Then something caught his eye. Something bright. He turned his head and was met with a spectacle like nothing he’d seen before.
A wolf. A golden wolf. A golden wolf with a single red eye. Shad tensed. He never thought this day would come.
Asking for Rusl and Uli’s blessing was hard enough. Now, imagine getting judged by your fian-…husband’s great-x grandfather in the form of a wolf. Who, by the way, could tear you to shreds with how big he was.
Yes, Shad knew. Link had told him practically everything about his adventure. Then, of course, there were the parts that he’d seen with his own eyes.
Link had told him about this wolf. This wolf that turned into something akin to a stalfos. This wolf that taught like so much of what he knows now. This wolf, the Hero of Time.
So, that’s another thing. Imagine getting judged by your husband’s great-x grandfather in the form of a wolf who used to be a well known general in the Hyrulian army. If he didn’t approve, he couldn’t tell Shad, but he could kill him pretty easily.
“A pleasure to meet you, great-“ Shad had already forgotten how many greats there were, “-grandfather-in-law.” Shad waved slightly.
The wolf stalked forward and Shad gulped. The wolf circled Shad, sniffing at him, clawing at his pants on occasion.
The wolf stopped somewhere on his leg. Shad looked down to see what the beast had found and he felt his body go rigid. It was the only bite mark from their wedding night where Link had bit down too hard, causing blood.
The wolf’s head picked up, its one eye looking Shad dead on. Shad held his breath, praying for this spirit to be merciful. Then the wolf’s ears perked up, its head snapping in the opposite direction of Shad.
There, running toward them was a small red ferret. It made squeaky noises as it ran at them. The wolf stepped back, making a path for the ferret.
Shad, excepting his fate, knelt down and feld his hands out. The ruby ferret crashed into his arms.
Shad lifted the ferret, but kept it arms length. “Hi little guy!”
The wolf let out a low rumble.
Shad nodded. “Girl, noted.” The ferret’s head turned and squeaked at the wolf. The wolf’s head fell.
Shad laughed. “Link hasn’t told me about you Miss. Who may you be?” Both animals looked at him, the silence carrying for a few seconds. Every second, Shad felt dumber and dumber. “Right, animal spirits.”
The ruby ferret escaped from his hands and ran into his hair. The ferret made another sound, this definitely not squeaking. It was almost like it was trying to scream but stopped every half second.
The wolf huffed and shook its head. Then its ears went up again. The ferret stopped playing in Shad’s hair.
“Shad!”
Shad’s breath caught in his throat. I mean, of course he wasn’t scared of Link. No matter how good he was with a sword, he was his husband.
“Link?” He called back, picking the ferret off of his head. She wriggled in his hands. Shad soon put her down.
“You coo coo son of a bitch, why are you out, at night, in the woods?!” He breached the trees into Shad’s sight. He engulfed Shad into his arms, and without a second of hesitation, Shad hugged him back.
“Something just told me to come out here. Seems there’s a name to that something…?” Link let Shad go and looked at him with an obvious question on his mind, what the hell are you talking about?
Link turned around after feeling a nudge at his heel. He dropped to his knees almost immediately, hugging the wolf and, by the looks of the wolf’s posture, strangling it.
The ferret hopped around, definitely excited, and Shad really started to wonder who this ferret was.
What tie did she have to the wolf? Then Shad saw it, something so glaringly obvious that he should've seen before.
Around the ferret's arm was a ring. The moonlight gave it a beautiful shine. While examining the wolf that Link had finally let go of, it was like an earring, but far shinier than he had ever seen.
“You’re…married?” Shad whispered.
Link’s ears twitched and he stood. “Yep! Shad,” Link motioned to the animal spirits, “great great great great great…great grandparents. Great great great great great grandparents, Shad.” He motioned to Shad.
“Five greats, I thought it was seven…?”
“It probably is.”
“Hello great great great great great grandparents-in-law.” Shad waved.
#SHADLINK#SHANK#twilight princess#Twilight princess link#tp link#tp shad#Twilight Princess Shad#Heroes Shade#Malon gets ferret rights#the shady lad writes
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Welcome to Not Quite Hidden AU. This is a poll-based story. Word count: 504
There are many things that Draxum isn’t a fan of, and small children and grocery shopping are among them. Not that he hates either of them, of course, it’s more of a mild dislike than anything else; something that must be dealt with occasionally but can generally be ignored. Annoying as both of those things can be, they are a part of life.
Combining them, however? Rather more than a mild dislike at this point.
He pins his ears back under his helmet and grimaces as he tries to compare the cost of two boxes of crackers and ignore the shrieking from the aisle over. Someone has been letting their horrid little offspring run rampant for the past ten minutes, and if they don’t do something Draxum will. A supermarket is not the place for kids to be running around and playing tag, much less for screaming! If one of them even gets close to him he’s going to—
A small giggle alerts him to the presence of one of them. Oh, great, they’ve infiltrated this aisle too. Once the others catch up to this one, it’s going to be nothing but noise.
Something tugs at his train. “Mister? Whatcha lookin’ at?”
Draxum twists away, yanking the fabric away from the small hands and glares downward. “None of your business, you little—”
A small green face stares up at him, pouting slightly. It’s a young turtle, wearing little more than an oversized tunic that still doesn’t quite manage to escape the rips and tears of being forced over such a spiky shell. He has a good deal of spikes, actually, small reddish points scattered across his shoulders and arms and larger ones on his elbows.
Titan above, the boy looks like one of his.
The child stares at Draxum, his eyes flicking back and forth, and suddenly brightens. “You have arm sharpies too!”
And yes, Draxum does have spikes on his gauntlets, but that does nothing to explain why this turtle looks so achingly similar to what Draxum’s would have been at this age. Might have, really, he doesn’t know for sure.
“Raph! Raphie! Raph, Donnie’s it now!” Another child barrels around the shelves and all but skids behind Draxum. This one’s a turtle as well, with a smoother but more decorated shell and small yellow splotches across his face and limbs. Draxum’s breath catches. Another, so similar too? How is that possible?
He’s about to ask them a question—clearly they know each other, and he’s always hoped that at least one of his specimens might have survived somehow—when a short ferret yokai turns the corner, two more small turtles trailing behind him.
“Boys, where did you go? I told you not to run off again—” his semi-desperate call trails off as he catches sight of Draxum.
Draxum stares at the other turtles—a softshell, and a slider. Exactly like his own. There can be no doubt now, these are Draxum’s turtles. But how did they all make it out, how are they all here?
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I decided to try a new format for an au. This is going to be something of an interactive, choose your own adventure type story. Also it was originally based on this post lol. Feel free to ask questions if you're curious!
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#rottmnt#rottmnt au#not quite hidden au#my writing#rottmnt baron draxum#rottmnt splinter#turtle tots#rottmnt fanfiction#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt#also yes splinter is a ferret in this au and not a rat#poll
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The "Humans are Space Orcs" trope has always scratched a real good itch in my brain. I have something I want to write for it, but I'm really shit at coming up with a plot, so I keep just doing little drabbles like this:
"You know, I don’t like that they call you that.”
Thirtytwo’s ears perked up and swiveled towards Alex, who had been sitting in the corner of the room and watching nem type away at their console. The Terran had seemed content to spend this work cycle just monitoring Thirtytwo in neir duties, and if ne hadn’t been used to this by now, it probably would have been more than a little anxiety-inducing to be stared at by a predator species for so long. With those eerie, front-facing eyes, it was always pretty clear where he was staring.
Alex had been silent until now, just moments after Thirtytwo ended a call with one of the overseers.
“That they call me what?”
The Terran scowled, and Thirtytwo had repress the urge to shrink down against neir seat at the show of disapproval. “Drudge.”
Thirtytwo’s spines raised slightly in confusion, and ne turned in neir chair to fully face Alex. “That is… what I am, though.”
Alex huffed through his nose. “Yeah, but that’s not– you’re an individual, not just some faceless member of…” He seemed uncomfortable with stating the rest aloud. “You know.”
“The serving caste.” It didn’t bother Thirtytwo at all to be referred to by such; it was just a descriptive of what ne had been born to do. It wasn’t quite clear to nem why this subject seemed to agitate Alex so much any time it came up.
“Yeah, that.” The words sounded flat and unhappy through Thirtytwo’s translator. “They won’t even let you have a real name.”
Now ne was really confused. “My designation is Vega-Bluelight-Drudge-32nd-Born-of-24th-Generation.”
“That’s not a name, that’s just saying what you are!"
Alex’s agitation was beginning to affect neir mood as well, triggering an extremely strong flight urge, and ne couldn’t help snapping back at him. “You aren’t making any sense! They’re the same thing!”
“Okay, okay, sorry. Look." He scrubbed a hand through the short, yellowish fur on the top of his head. "My name is Alex, right?”
Thirtytwo's ears flicked. "Alexander Marcus Sullivan Sol.” That had been on the crew briefing that was sent out before Alex had come on board for the first time. Pronouncing it was a little bit difficult, because neir translator didn't pick up those sounds as translatable words. It always seemed odd to Thirtytwo that the Terran's name was just… gibberish.
“Right. Now, do all those words say what I am?”
Thirtytwo’s spines were beginning to soften out of their defense posture. “Sol means… you’re from the Sol system…”
“And the rest?”
“I don’t know.” They seemed to be nonsense words, but ne didn’t want to offend Alex by saying so. “They don’t translate.”
“Where I come from, names aren’t just… a label, so you can be sorted or ordered around. Names are a way to differentiate you from everyone else. They’re a word or combination of words that very specifically mean you.”
"So they're… descriptive words."
"Sort of. They can be. Most Terrans are named by their parents, or whomever raised them. Sometimes it's a traditional family name, or maybe the name of someone else they want to honor. Or sometimes, they pick it hoping that the kid will grow up to have the qualities of their name."
"So… what does your name mean?"
Alex paused for a moment, then shook his head. "Actually, hold on a minute." He picked up the datapad he'd brought in with him earlier and started tapping away. Probably accessing one of those databases only the higher castes had access to. "Alex is short for Alexander, meaning 'defender of men'," he read aloud.
"So… a warrior? That sounds like a caste assignment."
Alex shrugged. "That's just a coincidence. My dad was an agricultural laborer, Mom ran the transport for the company Dad worked for, and Tati stayed home and watched the kids. I was the only one that took military service, the others chose to work with Dad."
"And Marcus?"
"Eh…" Alex scrolled on his pad, was quiet a moment, then shifted a little in his seat. "It relates to an ancient god of war."
Thirtytwo gave him an unimpressed look. "You're not proving your point, here."
#my writing#humans are space orcs#for reference 32's species looks like a cross between a ferret and a rabbit with six legs and about the size of a medium size dog#with thick flexible spikes on its back
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My brain while writing.
#writing#writers on tumblr#writing community#writer#writers#writers life#writing life#writing meme#writing humor#ferrets#writerscommunity#queue
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Personal Journal (Theodore Srivastava, MBBS-MD) / Entry 0864 / 2559-10
>>: The recovered individuals had required extensive medical care on arrival, and a battery of diagnostic testing to understand their biology enough to successfully deliver treatment and establish a safe continuity. Commander Mallah had offered to loan me a few techs from the Xeno lab for consultation. For humans.
Their rate of healing has been extraordinary however, and there's blessedly no signs of preliminary rejection to organ tissue, structural implantation, or soft tissue grafts. Primarily just scattered ecchymosis for two out of the three. It's remarkable.
Examination is on-going, several rounds daily, and expected to continue for a series of weeks to establish more reliable trends.
They'll be with us for the duration of course.
There's nowhere else to go.
We've learned that the individuals represent a third generation of Spartans, and their...atypical lab results have been casting long shadows to say the least. More of the UNSC's deeply forbidden secrets are filling our charts in waves and creating a lot of unease regarding this sub-category's uniquely dangerous mutagenic traits. These features are remarkable for organic changes in their brain tissue and gross manipulation of the endocrine system. Even considering the total divorce of human ethics that the Spartan programme already represents, this seems a startling escalation.
What is happening back home to have prompted such a chilling devaluation of human life?
The discomfort amongst my staff is overwhelming their fascination.
It's not yet clear if the Spirit's limited facilities can even maintain the critical needs of these new and terrifying soldiers. What is the margin for error on the consistency of their 'smoother' dosages? How short exactly is the fuse on their hormonal detonators? Could a scuffle in the mess hall lead to a massacre?
They're bracingly young, but noticeably removed from the common traces of youth. The scars between them are enough to trade away for decades of warfare.
Myself and other providers have found their temperament similar to the Spartans of Red Team at least. Polite. Professional. Human certainly, though most of my staff have remarked negatively on their atonal general expression and significant lack in sense of social familiarity.
Truthfully, after the hell they'd undertaken groundside (and surely horrors years before now), I find it callous to hold 'being withdrawn' against them. They do not shy from eye contact, and when one looks back with not the eyes of a provider, but the eyes of a man, it is clear that these Spartans too know fear and sadness and heartbreak.<< //
#post-divine wind#au where mark lives#it's one thing to kill a character - another to waste them#this sketch was from early last year actually#I am not the best writer#but I wanted to give it a little narrative background ' v '#teddy is now one of two medical ocs - I am collecting them#halo#ash g099#veta and the ferrets#my writing#my art
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hm ok so for a while i was thinking that Wally, for the most part, only perceives reality as "Home", the neighborhood. that's his entire world, it's all he knows
but then i slapped myself and went wait. the Live Interview. Wally has been outside of Home, and has interacted with humans (presuming that the interview did actually happen, of course). and through Wally's interactions - or rather, attempt at interactions with Us, the QA, and the WHRP, it can be strongly assumed that he knows that there's an Elsewhere. there are places outside of Home. maybe he doesn't quite understand that there's another reality of sorts, but there's no way he's unaware that there's more than just the neighborhood out there
(and then of course there's the fact that Clown has said that humans are deeply involved (not a direct quote, im paraphrasing) in Welcome Home. maybe Wally interacted with them / regularly interacted with them. there could have been an adjustment period after he gained consciousness where humans helped him learn how to walk/talk/fine motor skills - this could be why he has such a seemingly inherent / desperate trust in Us & the WHRP & the QA... humans made him and cared for him. it's possible he could view them as a sort of higher power to trust & have faith in
& maybe he's been off-set or could go off-set. i mean, the houses' rooms were all different sets - the buildings themselves were empty husks, right? who's to say Wally wouldn't physically walk to the individual set pieces whenever he went over to someone's house (but then that leads me into speculation on how the puppets' consciousness works and how multiple copies of them could co-exist and wondering which is the - im getting off track. but there's all of that and then the two part "you're okay!" art pieces of Wally & Eddie, which are technically canon - dont quote me on that - and that's Another ramble/theory post i could go on about & have strong feelings on. Anyway!)
"but wait," i hear someone protest, "what about Barnaby? he was in the Live Interview too"
but was he? was he really? was that Barnaby, or was that a person in a suit playing the character Barnaby B. Beagle? i mean, if it was Barnaby, there had to be some memory fuckery going on that prevented him from either fully comprehending/realizing the situation, or just made him forget as soon as it was over.
and actually wait, Wally has to be aware of the reality discrepancy. because it was certainly him in the Interview as himself. He had to have understood on some level that either that wasn't really Barnaby, or that Barnaby wouldn't remember the interview.
(there's a connection in my head between all of this & how he would view an apple pie. "it isn't the same anymore. something's different". but i can't pin it down for the life of me.)
and with the Talking Telephone calls, Wally explicitly tells Us that he's not going to tell anyone who was behind the calls. i remember listening to the "original" prank call audio tests, which while were very similar to the canon in-website ones, have a few changes. one of which was Wally - in the tests - saying that the others weren't ready to meet Us yet. now in canon that tidbit has been swapped out for "You have to go too. You have work to do" but i think it's still implied through Wally's purposeful withholding-of-information that he doesn't think the others are ready to know. or he straight up doesn't want them to know
i mean, one little theory i previously had is that Wally wants them all to catch on to the nature of their reality and situation, but he doesn't want to - or Can't - tell them outright. they have to figure it out. and that can't was either something keeping him quiet, or because if they learned too soon / inorganically, their little puppet heads would pop into confetti like Red Guy's in dhmis 4
However my views have Changed and i'm pretty sure Wally is purposefully not telling anyone to maintain the illusion that everything is fine and can continue on as it always has. maybe it comes from a place of protectiveness, of love? whatever the motive i think he wants them all to keep being unaware and dare i say, Complacent while he "fixes" their situation.
which is delusional, but we all know Wally is digging his metaphorical claws into a desperate bid to keep everything the same / return it to its original state, leaving bloody scratches in something already rotted. or something like that!
all this to say i think it's interesting how it seems that he's the only one aware of humans / an outside/other world, yet he's so determined to stay in his lane. he wants connection & communication yet he doesn't want to leave or change. he wants help in keeping things the same (some could say in keeping Our reality & his separated) but in the process he's dooming everyone/everything and tearing down those walls himself
(Wally: i'm going to stay where i am, and you're gonna stay where you are, and we're gonna help each other keep me and my friends where we're meant to be. anyway i wonder what this sledgehammer does)
#this is a very disjointed ramble but when are they ever put together!#i have to start at point a to get to point 36 yk yk#trying to write down my thoughts is like trying to keep a firm grip on a lubed up ferret#SOAPED!!! SOAPED UP!!! I MEANT SOAP yk that doesnt make it any better. anyway moving on dont look at me#its. its. the more i think about wally the more i go insane#like he's got neurosis stacked on neurosis stacked on-#there is something soooo wrong with him <3#homebogging#welcome home speculation#wh speculation#i do think his heart is in the right place. i do think he's trying to achieve something he thinks is good & best for everyone#but... despite being aware of more than his friends... technically knowing more Truth than them#he's more trapped by that knowledge. he's ruled by it. and he doesn't really have the -#i dont want to say capacity bc i have to believe that he Can change. he just doesnt know how / currently doesnt want to / is too scared to#but he doesn't have the freedom the others have. bc in their ignorance they can ignore their confines#in a way they're more real than wally despite living in a fabricated world as fabricated people with fabricated lives#they're authentic in their ignorance#and ive said it before and ill say it again - wally was created as a blank slate while everyone else already had a Foundation#no matter how false their memories are they Have them. they have the tools to change and want change#they already perceive themselves as more than what they were made for. they think they're People (not humans - people) dont they?#so if they learn theyre trapped... they'll want out. meanwhile wally is already stuck bc while they have - in a way - More#the neighborhood & the show are all wally has. he knows there's outside but he doesnt have any reason to Want that outside#bc why would he want to leave home? why would he want anything to change? it's his sole purpose isnt it?#idk i just think wally would benefit from being told 'you dont need a purpose / you dont need to adhere to a purpose / you are enough as Yo#doing what You want. you can just Be'#but yk. what was i talking about again#oh yeah - wally is so so aware and yet so in the dark#he's got one half of the puzzle but they're all corner/edge pieces and he's trying to fill the inside space with Nothing#hm. i wonder if he'll end up needing the other neighbors to help finish the puzzle... who's to say who's to say!!#FUCK YOU TUMBLR I HAD MORE TO SAY. CUT OFF AGAIN AGH
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some doodles to stave off my burnout...
#me coping with burnout be like: hoho more doodles more wips suddenly i wanna write fanfics (as i procrastinate on the art im supposed to do)#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#mxtx tgcf#mxtx fanart#mxtx#mxtx fandom#hua cheng#xie lian#hualian fanart#hualian#tgcf hua cheng#tgcf xie lian#tgcf fanart#doodle#fox hua cheng#ferret xie lian#supposed to be stoat but welp#天官赐福#花城#谢怜#花怜
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this fic is going to be so gutwrenchingly painful in time but who would i be if i didn't include . so much whimsy along with it
#they are BEST FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!#ferret rambles#ferret writes#blood brothers au#i don't think i'm going to rb these wip snippets on my askblog. i'll rb when i publish chapters and that's it lol
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I crave your brilliant writing, Stumpy. How about #14 for the Things You Said prompt, "...when I wasn't meant to hear." ' v '
Very much inspired by your art and writing! My brain fully derailed on the tone but I love the Gammas and I bet they will have issues adjusting to the SoF and letting their walls down while they lick their wounds. I did crack open D*vine Wind again and that was a mistake so apologies for the tone.
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Being a Spartan, an alive one, meant having near perfect situational awareness. It was beaten into you at a young age. Like a lot of other things.
You and your siblings were the last of your unit. Your pack, your family after the one that borne you died in fire and plasma, were clinging to life by the skin of your teeth.
You looked out for each other. You learned from your elders. And you always knew where the exits were and who held the keys. You and your siblings watched the docs and nurses and orderlies. You watched your mom sleep heavily under the drugs keeping her from feeling the skull fracture. You watched the IIs with open curiosity - how could they be so similar and different from Blue Team. You all knew it was time, but seeing it in person was strange. They were rough around the edges, eerily similar to you and your siblings, not fully tempered like Blue Team. Not yet.
You heal fast. The doctors whisper. You try their synthesized smoothers, under observation, and feel the world slip into focus a little more with every adjusted dose. You feel their eyes on you. You hear their fascination muddled by fear and discomfort. They're not a green crew but they only had 3 Spartans before and now they have 6.
And you're not like other Spartans. Not even like the rest of your generation. Gammas were something else. IIIs aren't as polite as IIs, there wasn't time in the suicide trainings for manners or etiquette or scholarly discussions.
Your team has specialists in stealth and information so it's only a matter of time before you heard it all. Gross devaluation of human life, ethics violations, just kids with scarred tissue aged at least a decade. Ticking time bombs, drain on resources, maybe not in so many words but hearing what they didn't mean to say, reading between the lines, knowing who on staff would break first was important to keep them alive. None of them were in top fighting form.
But not for long.
Still when you are welcome and abhorred by the same doctors that had one of your own under observation you had to play it safe.
The fighting was never done. Playing for time and breathing room was standard operating procedure at this point. ONI had made them see enemies in allies and vice versa.
All they could do now was wait. Time would iron out the rest of the details.
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nausea has faded, now doing a thing 😵💫
He pushed himself up over her, fingers tightening around her wrist as his lips brushed hers. "Because I know you. Alfre. Because I have known you since before even you knew you."
#should I be working on the urban fantasy au? no#is it what called me this evening? yes#Lys Writes Fic#after I post ferrets!verse chp 4 I'm going to do an in-depth post about how I view his sexuality across the universes#but it's easier to do that with context
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you ever click on an article quoted in a tumblr post because you wanna verify that it says what it purports to say, and while reading the article, youre like okay, its odd for an article published in 2023 to be relying on a 2016 stat that is surveyed by a government body annually so you click on the link to that and instead of taking you to the 2016 survey, it links to a dissertation written in 2022, but okay whatever its probably quoted in this dissertation, so you ctrl F and type in the stat to make sure and okay it does so you scroll down to the references so you can just copy and paste the survey reference into google scholar, but the survey isnt in the references, so you scroll back up and read the paragraph the stat was quoted in to see that this dissertation is quoting the stat from a different paper that quotes it, so you take note of that paper and scroll back down and okay theres two references that match this, so back up you scroll and its not made clear in the paragraph which of the two theyre quoting, and oh my god do i have to read 15 pages of this dissertation to be able to figure out which quotes the stat from the survey, 15 pages, mind you, of the dissertation that an article - that i was originally reading to verify a tumblr post - sources for a stat taken from a government survey rather than the survey itself.
#kai rambles#i feel like a small business of ferrets are clawing crop circles into the periosteal layer of my fucking dura mater#god i wish i was fucking ignorant#what bliss it would be#to not feel the need to fact check a tumnlr post#im going insane#this article is quoting a fucking tertiary source - AT BEST - for a statistic measured by a fucking governmental body#why the fuck are you sourcing it from a dissertation that doesnt even directly quote it#whats wrong with you#how did you come across it in the first place#did you read the dissertation recently and when you came to write this article you were like oh i remember reading this specific stat#in a dissertation over 100 pages long
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Hi I’m so sorry if this seems like I’m just doing this bc someone else did but I didn’t notice emergency requests are open and I got some really horrible news yesterday and haven’t been able to hold myself together
So if it’s not much trouble could I maybe get a fluff scenario with Wars 😭 feel free to ignore this iyw and no pressure at all to answer and I’m sorry if I’m bothering 😭😭😭
Hey doll, it’s no worries! Sending virtual hugs and support your way! I hope the days get better for you and for you to heal. Do take care of yourself 💚even if it’s baby steps.
Warriors is your cheerleader all the way through.
Hope you enjoy!
A sharp hiss and a yelp caught your attention, drawing it away from your task to the sight of a cursing veteran wagging his hand and a snickering ranch hand. Swiftly standing to pat off the dirt from your trousers, you made your way over to see what the scheming boys were doing.
"What's going on?"
They jolted, both their heads snapping in your direction with neck-breaking speed. A sheepish grin painted on Twilight's lips and a grumpy frown on Legend morphing into pain with a loud yelp leaving him again. He shook his hand once more while looking down with a curse and a death glare that drew your gaze to the small, furry animal wiggling in his grasp. Brows furrowed as you glanced between the boys and what looked like to you, a ferret in Legend's hand.
"Why," you trailed, "why are you holding a ferret?"
"Is that what this thing is? ARGH, DON'T BITE ME, YOU LIL'-"
"A ferret?" Twilight snickered, "How fitting."
"What?" Now you were really confused about what was going on, watching the ferret squirm in Legend’s grasp, twisting their head back and forth to land a bite on his thumbs.
"Good goddesses, who do you think it is?" Legend hissed while holding the feral ferret away from his body.
You stared at the ferret, slowly piecing together the familiarity of the ferret and feeling the dawning realization.
"Warriors?!" A wheeze leaves you as the ferret slumps in Legend's hands; you somehow feel the radiating waves of embarrassment coming from the ferret. Legend dropped the captain into your arms with a grunt before walking away with a grumble of 'getting Sky' and 'healing the tiny bite wounds the feral little shit gave him.'
With the angry chitters and hiss that left the captain made after the retreating veteran, you coo at how cute he was while taking the time to look him over. Blondish white fur with a few dark markings marring his body, his tiny paws gripping your arm, and his tail that flicked irritably.
"Oh, how ferocious," you teased, running a hand down his back, "such a scary ferret."
A chitter leaves him while digging his head into your elbow; you press a kiss against his head with a gentle scritch to his ear. A small giggle leaves you when feeling him huff, melting into your touch, nuzzling into your hand to make you scratch him underneath his chin.
"So, how did this happen?" Not looking up from the captain to address Twilight.
"He unknowingly touched it when flailing like a cucco to gather his balance, you should’ve seen the look on his face when he transformed," Twilight smirks when hearing your roaring laughter and the angry chitter that left Warriors again.
#linked universe x reader#lu warriors x reader#.bea's writing#lu x reader#linkeduniverse x reader#emergency request#i just randomly remembered that one drawing on here of warriors as a ferret and went with that
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Finally got an update for this out! This time, Donnie debates on names, and Splinter and Draxum try to help. (They are also constantly bickering who let these old men be in a room together)
#rottmnt#rottmnt au#rottmnt fanfiction#rottmnt fanfic#my writing#rottmnt donnie#donatello hamato#rottmnt splinter#hamato yoshi#ferret splinter#rottmnt baron draxum#rottmnt oc#rottmnt fankid#beatrice helena oc#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles
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