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so i just watched pink floyd - the wall
fascinating piece
hard to recomend ngl cos it's a kinda heavy, i don't think the some of the content is for everyone
but
very good
i don;'t now how much i wanna give like a detailed review about it cos it's very abstract and up to interpritation which means it very revealing about a person when they analyse it and i'm not against that but like my main issue is that it would be so much effort to write all my thought/feelings about it down into a coherent review
like if i was to actually try i'd neeed correct spelling, gramma and punctuation to properly get everything across correctly
and i simply don't have time to do that at the minute
like maybe eventually but at the moment i literally don't have time
and like idk how much that would actually match the ton of this blog
so
instead
here are some random ish thoughts i had about the piece that are kinda funny
spoilers for the wall ahead and errr tw yonic imagery and discusions of facism
also i have boba, ignore how late i'm having caffine for me
so random funny thouight i had about the wall in no particular order cos i started listening to journey and i'm losingf my train of thought
so pink is played by bob geldof (who i always new as rod geldof idk whyyyy) and people make a point that he dosn't get to sing in teh film which is whatever to me rn but i do think it's funny that i think a tim curry version of this film would slay. like don't get me wrong i loved bob's proformace, it was great, but i also want a version with tim curry cos look
the second gif is very thematic
oh look it's dina from alice in wonderland
so anyway
can you tell i lreaned how gifs work
ehhehe
anyway
so theres a scene where pink is giving like a "fascist speach" to like his fans (it's complicated..... it's complicated) insead of the music concert he's giving and like all i could think about was andrew tate and taylor swift. weird i know. will i explain why eeeeeeeeh, it's hard to cos it's so abstrac and on the nose at the same time it's a really complicated explination but yea. andrew tate and taylor swft. oh and like also hitler cos thats what they were riffing off but like pop culture now wise tate and swift
theres a point when the "ghost" of pinks wife comes back to "haunt" him as a vigina monster and i thought this was the perfect moment to deepface jerma into the film as pink like look at him
he'd fit
he'd be a good pink
errrrrrr what else
oh not really funny but erm yea as someone who had parents who were into pink floyd and played another brick in the wall (cos like they were in school when the song came out so yea you'd deffo like the song then), listening to it without the visual element is a diservace to the song and it's meaning and then also not having the context of the stuff in the film leading up to this point, real diservice to the song. liike people still use this song today and with good-
WTF..... WONDER WOMAN?????????
-reason cos the education system is still fucked. But. ahdn hear me out. the way it's used in the film and with it's full context, people kinda miss use it today. like errrr it's rooted in it's historical setting (it's weird saying historical cos it was like errrrrrrrrr 50 years ago which for some people really isn't that long a go and like i don't view it as that long ago, but) the culture at the time si so diffrerent to now what like it dosen't work as the same anti school vibes as now.
like i kinda stated i'm not gonna go more into that but if you wanna get the vibes for your self watch the first 28ish minuets of the film (okay thats more than i thought it was but yea,) or watch the music video, the six minuet one, this one Another Brick in the Wall Pt. 2 (The Wall) - 1080p Remastered (youtube.com) 👍🏽 it's the exert from the fiml. theres some things that aren't explained by just the music video but the school bit that i'm on about mainly is
i can't remember anything else that i thought was funny so errr yea
cat break
over all i'd give this a errrrrrrrrrrrr 8/10. like i think it could have benifitted from being a little less abstract butr at the same time could it really be made less abstrat? i dunno. i'd recomend if you like this sort of thing. like british music from this time, pink floyd, political peice, abstraction, that kind of thing.
bye
ps you should watch foling ideas review of the nostalga critics parody of the wall, tis very good
#okay so like i will get round to rating thoes anime i need to#i've also like watched so many what i'm like suuuuuper behind#*pretends to tuck hair behind my ear cos my hair is too sort to do so and i'm being silly*#i think i have like mashle season 1 and the whoile of lucky star to do#fuck was my last one sailor moon s????#shiiiiiiiit#oh ooooooooh#i've finished 22 anime in that time#oooooh nooooooo#did i review the eva rebuild movies cos then thats four knocked off#and like i don't have to do teh lupin ones#i could do them in one#dispear#okay imma have to make a list
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That stupid Reddit topic about that person finding Sailor Galaxia from the 90s anime more intimidating and scary succinctly shows the constant need to shoehorn praise for anything pertaining to the original anime. Like that facebook group you mock, it's THAT blatant. Sailor Galaxia is actually far MORE active in the manga and Cosmos and isn't entirely reliant on her minions as seen by her eviscerating much of the Guardians and Mamoru in the snap of a finger. Whereas, in the 90s anime....
Sailor Galaxia does nothing until the very end of Sailor Stars. The 90s anime ignores one important character motivation: much of what she does in the manga/Cosmos is to torment Usagi (psychological warfare) to force her to come to her home turf and take the Silver Crystal. I don't understand to snobbery coming from Reddit "critiquing" (yeah right) the animation and her new voice actress. Megumi Hayashibara is a prolific seiyuu. Right up there with Kotono Mitsuishi. She does a great job IMHO.
Yeah this don't look intimidating...
None of this look like " I'm about to fuck you up!"
None of her in this photoset looks intimidating..
I swear these folks.
They will not let the 90's anime go for shit to enjoy other versions.
Because 90's anime Galaxia did shit for the whole damn season until the last couple episodes. The only thing she did up to killing the girls and the confrontation was to kill Mamo which happen offscreen. She just sit on that damn chair and did shit. And the 90's anime did a fucking cop out again by saying she was possessed by Chaos and redeeming her.
Could we just a villain for once who just want to fuck up the hero's shit without being possessed?
Who just want want to play chess with the hero?
That is Manga/Cosmos Galaxia to the max and it 's glorious.
Sure I like villains who get redeemed but I love villains who just want to fuck up shit!
And that's Galaxia!
She is playing chess/cat and mouse with Usagi the whole fucking arc!
" I'm coming to fuck up all your shit girl!!"
I saw the leaked clip when she takes out Mamo and all she does is fucking laughs in USAGI'S FACE and leaves with his Star Seed.
That laugh was deranged as fuck!
How fucking deranged can you get?
Then the whole arc ,she and her Sailor Animamates are taking out her sisters left and right, leaving her alone with just her new Allies to travel to Galaxia. With Usagi Psyche is getting more fucked up as each girl is getting turned into sand.
I mean she went to the Outers damn crib to take them out!!
Galaxia was like " If you want me, You have to come to my house to get me! I aint coming to you. I come to you fuck up your shit but the fight is happening in my crib. You want revenge ,met me at Galactica Palace on Sagittarius Zero Star at 5 o'clock! I'll be waiting "
And she does that because she trying to get her close to Chaos.
Galaxia knows that Chaos is using her so she is using him right back. She's like " Hmm Everyone is trash. I come from a trash planet and want to be the strongest senshi in the galaxy! Chaos and Sailor Moon can take each other out and I be ruler of the Galaxy. Sounds like a plan. Let's go!"
Like
This is a bad bitch and her bad bitchness does not end.
So along the way to her crib, she still got her people at different planets taking out Usagi's new found allies. Like freaking blowing up and IMPALING her new allies until she is left with the cute pink small one.
So she finally reaches to Galaxia crib, Galactica Palace on Sagittarius Zero Star at 5 o clock where Galaxia is like.
She told her where she was at and everything and then she had a surprises for her.
"Since you came all this way My dear, I got a surprise for you!"
Boom!
Mamoru
The another surprise
Boom!
Her sisters
What supposed to be a happy reunion/ happy ever after turn into a freaking horror show thanks to Galaxia reanimating them into gotdamn corpses thanks to her damn bracelets.
"Let the fun begin Sailor Moon!" and she's fucking with her again! While Usagi, who she thought was her fam is attacking her with Galaxia attacks. That her own child had to tell her that it not them. Which she had to heartbreaking destroys with her attack.
Which after she does Galaxia is Like " Oh yeah! Their crystal went into the cauldron! If you want them back you got to fight me!"
Which Usagi is like" Lets go bitch!"
And they throw hands!!
All the while taunting her ass with Corpse Mamo by letting him kiss Galaxia boot and everything which she still running up on her to show her the biz.
Then just to still want to fuck with Usagi some more, she throw him into the cauldron which Chibiusa fades.
Which actually this is the moment where Galaxia really breaks Usagi because she thinks she lost everyone to the Cauldon.
Where Usagi is like " Fuck it. I'm done I really lost everyone.
But what does Usagi do
SAVES GALAXIA FROM CHAOS ATTACK TWICE
And when Galaxia ask why this what Usagi says
Like What!
This woman is the reason why she is alone and the reason why she saved her because she doesn't want to lose any more Sailor Senshi and be alone even tho SHE is the reason why the Sailor Senshi are gone because she was hunting them down for the Star Seeds for Chaos.
WE DO NOT DESESEVE USAGI TSKINO PERIOD!
WE DO NOT!
But the way Usagi is like " I'm so done. I lost everyone I love." is heartbreaking and this woman did it her for Chaos and she's saving her.
Which Galaxia realized what a bright star she is when thanks to ChibiChibi which Usagi decides to not give up and
Galaxia fucked Usagi up to the bone and was the only one out of the whole series that almost got redeemed. ( But hell it's a possibility she gets reborn in the Cauldon)
From " Sailor Moon I'm about to Fuck all your Shit Up! I'm coming for everything you love."
to " Sailor Moon You have went through so much and you still have faith. I have found my Star. You shine so bright."
Like! COME ON!!!
That's better than a damn hand shake!
The fact it was said that the animators had to reanimate a scenes in cosmos because her and Kotono was straight up going at it while they was recording.... The fact that this woman is a legend in her own right as much as Kotono... Article is here.
Source
Your work is so damn good that they have to reanimate scenes to fit the performance because you are vet to the game but you are not "intimidating enough" to the 90's anime counterpart.
I mean look at her roles..
Legend as much as Kotono.
Also already was apart of the SM fam.
They are so full of it.
Also this answer a question I had in my in box for a while.
And also these If I think about it.
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Fics I'd want to write but already have too many WIPs to even contemplate adding more to the fucking folder (posting concepts in the hopes they stop haunting me from underneath the floorboards), mostly crossovers:
Fix-it that's just Jedi reading children's books to smol Anakin. It starts when some kind and wise soul lends Obi-Wan The Snow Cat to help him and Anakin talk about grief in the wake of Qui-Gon's death. They help him explore his relationship to prophecy/destiny via The Paper Bag Princess. Room on the Broom to challenge win-lose thinking. Etc. As an adult, he asks Obi-Wan to reread The Velveteen Rabbit with him if he ever gets self-conscious after losing his arm and then we all cry.
Anakin gets therapy but it's inspired by Poe's The Premature Burial, like, they carefully and repeatedly and with plenty of emotional support etc expose him to a simulated reality in which he experiences losing everyone he loves but structured in such a way as to reduce the fear of it rather than make it more frightening, and Anakin thinks his prophecy nightmares of Obi-Wan dying are just (a very ineffective and unpleasant) part of the therapy until he complains and somebody on his care team goes "Wait, what?" which leads to Sidious getting discovered.
The Happy Man's Shirt but make it Vaderwan. Emperor Vader just wants to keep Luke from dying of melancholy, but now he's reluctantly learned a life lesson from a shirtless Obi-Wan and it's making him rethink this whole Sith Empire thing. I'm insane and there's something wrong with me.
Crossover with Were The World Mine (movie). Same age AU with Anakin as Timothy and Obi-Wan in a similar ish role to Jonathan (yes I know Obi-Wan isn't a jock but hear me out), Ahsoka as Frankie and Rex as Max, utter fucking chaos, what Timothy does with the flower is already such an Anakin move tbh
Shakespeare's Tempest but make it Vaderwan, with Vader turning away from the dark side being like Prospero breaking his staff. All about Letting Go(tm). Darth Vader redemption but with so much Force philosophy you'll want to stuff a sock in my mouth.
Crossover w/ The Last Unicorn. Sidious or Dooku as King Haggard, Anakin and Obi-Wan as Molly Grue and Schmendrick or alternatively as Amalthea & Prince Lir, Maul as the Red Bull, honestly *slaps roof* this baby can fit so many reinterpretations/explorations of all our favourite themes in it
Crossover with Celia S. Friedman's Coldfire Trilogy (When True Night Falls, Black Sun Rising, and Crown of Shadows). Listen, are you someone who ever thought it's hypocritical of Christians not to pray for/forgive/empathize with the Devil? Would you go nuts if a fantasy-brand priest homoerotically did exactly that? Okay now what if Anakin was the fantasy-brand Devil (eldritch af) and Obi-Wan risked his own beliefs/moral purity/etc for him, and they were magically connected and intextricably linked, all while the rough equivalent of the Force on their planet was trying to kill them and/or trying to communicate with them (it's complicated)?
Sailor Moon but make it obikin, because we all want to see the horror of Artoo doing Luna's job lmfao.
Crossover with Steph Swainston's Fourlands series (The Year of Our War, No Present Like Time, The Modern World etc). This one would have everything. Obikin with anidala parallels, Anakin making morally objectionable choices, horrifying combat scenes, Star Wars galactic politics meets the weirdest worldbuilding you've ever seen, blasphemy and sacrilege, needless theatrics in the midst of apocalyptic threats, wingfic tropes, idek how else to describe it but we are so missing out.
I'm sure more of these are gonna come smack me upside the head at some point but luckily for all of us I'm only haunted by things I read/watched 5+ years ago and eventually we'll run out of those.
#obikin#vaderwan#darth vader#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#don't let me write these#crack AUs#brainrot
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Oh, another ask game, how fun! Thank you @itookyoudown! It's been a while since we've done one of these!!! :D
LAST SONG: "Unmei" by sumika -- it's the new op for Dungeon Meshi, and I have not been able to get it out of my head
CURRENTLY WATCHING: Yellowjackets! I absolutely adore all of the parts in the past.
THREE SHIPS: RaylanBoyd... uhh... I can name three... BokuAka (Haikyuu!!), and... Tai/Van (Yellowjackets)
FAVORITE COLOR(S): The very specific yellow of golden hour and every shade of purple
CURRENTLY READING: How to Sell a Haunted House by Grady Hendrix. I immensely enjoyed Final Girl Support Group
CURRENTLY CONSUMING: Jasmine Green Tea
FIRST SHIP: Usagi/Mamo (Sailor Moon)
PLACE OF BIRTH: close to home
CURRENT LOCATION: mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and in all other ways but physical, Harlan KY
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single!
LAST MOVIE: Lisa Frankenstein, which I greatly enjoy
CURRENTLY WORKING ON: Like. Three porn smut fics. A fucked up horror-crack monstrosity. 60 wips, including my FTH fic. Podfic!!!!!! I mean it this time!!!!!!!
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I’ve written a few obituary posts already and I know I don’t have to I just feel very strongly that I have to express these things? I’m copypasting a longer post I wrote on fb for under the cut but my grandmother died this past Monday and its something I knew was on the horizon but I couldn’t have ever imagined how devastating and like. earthshattering it feels. My grandma was like a second mom to me, I spent so many summers at her house in PR, we spent years after that living at my moms house. She was a constant? And it’s funny to think like. a woman who was born to a rural, coffee picking family in PR, who almost died as a toddler because the ship that took her to NYC was being followed by u-boats, would take me to the beach and listen to me ramble abt shit she did not have any concept of and buy me bootleg Sailor Moon figurines in San Juan because I said I liked that show. Like our dedication to trying to know each other is something I’m going to miss the most.
I think for people who haven't had a close relationship with a grandparent before it's very hard to explain just how beautiful and alien it is? To be an 00's kid from the suburbs and hold a conversation with someone who's life and experiences were so much different than your own and to still find ways to relate to each other. To joke around with each other. To spend an afternoon together line-drying clothes in her backyard and an evening quipping about novelas over dinner. To sit on the beach and talk about people I'd never meet, about a Bronx, New York and Puerto Rico that were already decades out of reach. I can't stop thinking about our wacky misadventures, all the hurricanes we waited out together, how funny it was to try to convey whatever extremely niche tween/teen hyperfixation I was having at the moment only for her to give the most barely related, completely out of context reply possible because of course she had no idea what I was talking about but she did want to have a conversation with me. I feel like anyone who is a child of immigrants knows what it's like to lose a family member and feel like you've lost a tether to your heritage. One of the bodies that made my body, that carried resilience and wisdom into my mother and into me, is not with us anymore. And that hurts me so deeply. I genuinely can't imagine who I'd be without my grandma; as I write this I can hear the windchimes on my balcony and see about a dozen different PRican souvenir trinkets scattered around my living room. I know that she's the reason I love to tell funny stories, that I tap on jar lids with the back of a knife to get them loose, that I stay mad as hell. It's wild that someone can be a fully complex and nuanced human person and also be your mom's mom. I feel like I've lost my second mother. I'm so grateful I got to see you last month, I want nothing more than to sit with you again and bitch about the same old novelas they still put on tv. I want nothing more than to sit in the carport of the house in PR with you and watch the rain.
I don't know how to end this so here are some fun facts about my grandma:
- She used to wear perfume to bed sometimes and when I asked her why she was like "I don't wanna waste them"
- The ship that brought her to NYC in the 40s got torpedoed later that year by a german U-boat
- One time we went to an outdoor movie thing and they were showing the Good Dinosaur and right after the scene where the dinosaur's dad tragically dies and it's like pitch black and silent for a second she started laughing so hard for some reason and at the time I was confused but honestly that was so fucking funny of her and I think about it all the time
#la isla#jas.txt#the pic on the left is my fav pic of us together and the one on the right is the altar I made for her#family death /#death /
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What’s your phone wallpaper: My lockscreen wallpaper changes semi-frequently, but right now it's one of my favorite screenshots of my Quintus alt because I Just Think He's Neat. My actual wallpaper on there, though, is this pretty starry dusk sky to try and match with my Sailor Moon phone case.
Last song you listened to: Foo Fighters - Saint Cecilia, which I am ... currently listening to again, for the fifty-billionth time today.
Currently reading: I haven't sat down to read a book in forever; my attention span won't let me. But I am currently reading a gathering and crafting melding guide? So we'll just smile and nod and pretend that counts.
Last movie: A WWII movie called "Come And See". If you're into that sort of thing, I do recommend it.
Craving: Absolutely nothing. 8D
What are you wearing right now: Uh... khakis? In all seriousness, I'm wearing jeans and a purple slightly-bell-sleeved top.
How tall are you?: 5'7"!
Piercings / tattoos ?: Just my ears pierced.
Last thing you ate?: I may have just finished eating a little chocolate pie before I started answering this.
Favorite color(s): It's a toss-up between silver and blue, or gold and red. But I also really like pink and purple, especially softer shades.
Current obsession: FFXIV, Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs even though the game is old as fuck by this point, uh. That's kind of all I can think of at the moment, besides history -- primarily late 19th century/American Civil War up 'til the end of the second World War.
Any pets?: Six cats and one dog.
Do you have a crush right now?: Not really.
Favorite fictional character: Hmm. That's hard. I'll limit it to FFXIV characters, for the sake of not making a miles-long list.
In no particular order: Ameliance and Fourchenault Leveilleur, Aymerc de Borel, Raubahn Aldynn, Quintus van Cinna, Menenius sas Lanatus, Jullus pyr Norbanus, Minfilia Warde, Venat, Hythlodaeus, Hermes and Meteion, Dulia Chai and Chai-Nuzz, Kai-Shirr, Anogg and Konogg, Lucia goe Junius, Yotsuyu goe Brutus, Fordola rem Lupus, Misija Votyasch, like half of the fucking IVth Imperial Legion, Marsak and Basaljen of the Bozjan Resistance. Ryne and Gaia, Loghrif herself and Mitron too, Magnus gets thrown in there for breaking my heart, uh. Lahabrea, Themis, Erichthonios, Agdistis of course. Igeyorhm, Nabriales, Emet-Selch. The Warriors of Light from the First. I'm probably forgetting some, ngl.
... Actually, I lied about limiting it to FFXIV characters. Speaking of Magnus -- Magnus from MapleStory, as well as Von Leon from the same game. (Roleplaying as Von Leon is actually where my name "Vonny" stems from!) Oh and Oswald Mandus.
Last place you traveled: My sister and I went to this dog school about half an hour away to see about enrolling the puppup there because of her anxiety, and to help train her to be a service dog for my sister and dad.
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Fun and Modded Games with 035, Or... Did You Just Caboose Me? So Wrong, Dude.
My first test with 035 aka Dyo. Just little ol me, the Possesive Mask, and a modded to hell copy of a quasipopular 4 v everyone zombie shooter. What can go wrong? Everything.
Well, it's time to meet the Possesive Mask, for a few "friendly" games. 035 walks in, and sees me setting up my gaming rig. If he could raise an eyebrow, he would have.
"What's going on? I was told I'd be testing. Didn't expect to test with 049's girl."
"Yeah... it's not really an official official test. And I thought since the Doctor is important to me, thought we should actually meet on less formal terms." I smile, extend a hand. "I'm Rabbit, nice to finally meet you, Dyo. Wanna blow up some boomers?"
"Boomers?"
"Big, nasty explody undead bastards. It'll be fun, I promise. And, since we're not being overly monitored, feel free to swear at the lumbering sacks of boom and acid."
I fire up the game, hand him an extra controller. And... break out laughing. My dumb ass forgot to switch off my mods. So, the shamblers are all Bernie Sanders, the spitters are dilophasaurs, the boomers are all the heavy from Team Fortress 2, and the witches... are the most demented version of Princess Peach ever seen. Hell, I still left my character mods on, meaning I'm stuck as a neon green Amongus and Dyo is... Caboose from Red vs Blue. Our weapons are modded, Dyo running with the BFG 1000 from Doom, I picked dual plasma cutters. Our online teammates are modded up too, 'Sarcasm&4Gauges' is ready to wreck shit as Lord Heisenberg from RE Village, and our last teammate is fucking Sailor Moon. Yes, Usagi is in the house. We get to it. After an initial learning curve, Dyo is on it. He took out Peach one shot. Massive legend. But... not without cost. My Amongus died, after Sailor Moon shot me in the back. Twice.
"Ayo, Sailor Moon? You Caboosed my ass. So wrong, my dude. Don't hate on your squaddie for being better as a rook than you, not our fault you suck with aiming."
"Kiss my disco medallion. Not my fault YOU were in my way."
Dyo pipes up. "Dr. Bright? Don't you have more rules to break before they're written? Teamkilling is almost as low as teabagging. Get your worthless ass back to Crystal Tokyo, heard Queen Beryl is on her bullshit again." Sarcasm&4Gauges loses it on the in-game chat.
"Damn, that was both thematic and cold as fuck, dawg. I can see why 049 chills with you. Savage."
"We do work well together, kind of a Beauty and the Beast deal. Of course, I'm the Beauty."
"Not in this chat, Dyo. Rabbit be fiiiiiine."
"And the Killer Rabbit is good with her honey. Back off her, Jack. Go perv on Rights again."
"Damn, Cleffy be dropping bodies without a shot. Thanks, Uncle Alto. Nice spot job on the herd of Bernies. Not into that kind of getting ate out."
We're back on our zombie slaying grind when... a wild tank appears, modded into a mini 682. Clef dies laughing on mic.
"Maybe I need to chill with the mods, the prospect of soloing a mini 682 brought out Clef's Scooby-Doo villain for real. Oh shit... Caboose dropped the BFG, Clef grab that big fucking gun and get nutty with it."
"Naw, Rabbit. I'm gonna Thor this punk ass. Time to drop the hammer." Clef runs up, the wind up is good... but mini 682 tail-yeets his ass into a wall. Dyo nods at me, and I drop a nice little surprise... a Juggernaught from COD. I toggle on theme music, Dyo pumps his BFG, and we see who kills the Unkillable Lizard first. Just as Dyo lobs the first volley, an Enderman pops up behind him, ready to drag him off. I shoot him with my cutters, Ender fall down, go immobile. Bright is back up... throwing his fucking tiara at 682. Who just laughs in 'what part of hard-to-fucking-KILL do you not get, bitch?' He drops like a bad habit after getting stomped. After several rounds of fire, multiple revives, and several death threats against Dr. Bright for friendly fire, the big scaly butt-ugly undead asshole dies.
"I don't even want to play this game anymore."
"Fine by us, Jack. You suck."
"Yeah, well at least I'm not cuddling up to 049."
"You. Did. Not. Just. Besmerch. The. Doctor's. Rabbit. If I get out of Containment, I am going to curbstomp both you and that tacky as hells medallion into the next reality. And not even 343 will save you. Be ready."
"Dyo, chill. Let me handle him. I have a plan."
"Please tell me you're going to freeze his mouth shut."
"Of course not. Why debase high magic for such low intellect?" I give Dyo an evil grin, and mute my mic. "First, I've arranged a nice Tinder date for him, and he won't even have to leave site. I know a young lady who would love having him over for dinner. Then, after dinner... how about a nice 963 under 60 meters of ice, floating in deep space? Far, far away from our galaxy."
"Rabbit, you're cold-blooded, evil, vindictive... and too bad 049 met you first. I'm honestly impressed."
"I learned at the sandaled feet of THE masters of dirty tactics, 076-2 and Clef. Let's just say I'm rolling the Mastermind perks up in here 24/7. After all, you gotta bring your A game to even match Abel. And Clef? Dude literally wrote the book on reality warpers, and I paid attention. After all, it's hard to learn much from the dead, let alone as one of them." I sense my new gaming buddy is a bit nervous. "Tell you what, you play a few rounds of Modern Warfare with me, we'll call it a non-aggession pact. Hey, maybe we can stomp Bright on and offline, heh?"
"Non-aggression pact? Meaning?"
"You don't kill me or 049 attempting to bail, I look the other way as much as I can. Maybe accidentally drop a few helpful items."
"I'll think about it."
"The pact, or the game?"
"The pact. I honestly like playing with you, you're in it to win via chaos. Very entertaining."
"Thanks, Dyo. You're pretty good yourself." I turn my mic back on. "So, gents... who's up for COD?" Clef opts in, but Bright backs out.
"You bailing, Bright? Can't handle playing unmodded?" Clef teases him.
"More like I can't deal with Rabbit. She's brutal, more so than Mongolian death metal, and she scares me."
"Can I train, or can I train? Not my fault you got no game, zero drip, and lo! No maidens."
"Why are you guys so mean to me?"
"Uh... my dude. You. Have. An. Over. 800. Item. List. Of. Things. You. Specifically. Are. Forbidden. To. Do. Do you really need us to tell you that alone got you disinvited from ALL official functions not directly related to your job? Plus, you have all the culture of garden soil 073 danced on."
"Ouch. That wounds me, 035."
"I have not yet begun to wound you, you backshooting idiot. Now, get off our server." Sonic rings, then a message: Admin Clef has booted G04tedwth963 from the server. "Thank you, Doctor Clef. You get dibs on my first care package should I die before getting it."
"The other team better pray to 343 it's not a gunship."
#scp foundation#tales from site redacted#agent rabbit#dr clef#dr bright#scp 035#game nights at site redacted are wild
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ask meme: even numbers >:3
CATCHING UP ON ASK GAMES on this fine 1:18 am >:3
2, if you gave an in depth description of your story to someone who was not all the way paying attention, what would their takeaway be?
the takeaway is that i'd stop talking the second it seems sb is not paying attention lmao but i guess the cliffnotes is [standing in front of conspiracy board] hot evil girls (unkillable) also moons something is up with them moons
4, what would you say is the message, if there is one.
alright finally deigning this with a serious answer. there is no big msg no grand takeaway, just the mess of the struggle & trying to make it thru when life is cruel and unjust and sometimes there's light at the end of the tunnel and other times the despair wins. sometimes the despair is chosen and it's a self-righteous thing and at the end of the day it's about knowing what's best for yourself and the life you want to live, despite (all the despites) and sometimes it is about the catharsis of giving up when it's all too much ;-;
6, speaking of tv adaptations, why would yours get cancelled? (other than capitalism)
ive seen the twinks people wanna cast for holland shadesofmagic i am not letting irl casting be done so this never gets made because animation is too expensive (shoutout to hair, my ocs have a lot of it) w otherwise for all the same reasons down in #18
8, what inspired your world building, if anything?
moon emphasis is definitely a sailor moon worm + a lot of contamination from waverunners [german pirate series] eldritch ocean mare tenebrosum merged with some old recurring fever dream imagery for the invisible moon. also EXTREMELY early kyoani/key shows (air+kanon) for sponsoring how my visual imagination works & the tragedy/wings/dream thematics <3
10, if your story is titled, why did you choose that title?
ok fun anecdote time again in lieu of going thru all 2389 stories individually so. shadow revenge is the book i started out with and always had that title, and when conceptualizing the other two books for the trilogy i wanted to keep a similar naming scheme (starting with s + double noun) so originally they were
schattenrache (shadow revenge)
seelentraum (soul delusion, to grade 8 me, but lit. 'soul dream')
sanduhrmelodie (sandglass melody)
the last one is esp fun bc i was just groping in the dark for a title to fit the scheme & only from there worked out it was abt linn's melody nd all that biz lmao but u can see the influence that later made soul plot big before i switched to 'dream game' for the middle one bc i always LOATHED 'soul delusion' as a title f. (the german one fucks quite well tbh) so much of my finickiness is needing to make things work in 2 languages OTL
12, okay be honest. pick a favorite oc from this ocverse.
there is no competition like, at all. 🐇
14, whats your favorite part of this story/project?
interconnected story hell !!!!!!! i don't think i'll ever write anything else i'll never have a story that does not plug into the larger verse somehow (valiant attempts by my short story profs but vertebrae inventory / touching fire / let sleeping gods die all got folded back into side content ww) nothing gets my brain going like the layers upon layers of history and thrulines and transposing it into different settings or formats. i will never get tired of it. i was put on this earth to do exactly this and i hope i will get to do it for a long time still <(/)3
16, imagine the entire story takes place but in the meantime the characters all also have tumblr. what kind of (terrible) tumblr posts would happen?
answered! but as a bonus i am entirely sure that eliada would get the most mileage out of that setup until he gets doxxed by alissa. send tweet
18, what aspect of the story would get you #canceled on twitter?
glorifying self harm and suicide, teenagers fucking raw onscreen, every #linneacore moment. also cancelling myself over the existence of amasa i deserve it what the fuck
20, your ocverse just got a movie trilogy a la hunger games style. how have they horribly mangled your message/theme so that the movies are now a showcase of what the original was condemning?
OH FOR SURE none of the ugly parts or disk horse worthy content (see above) stay intact, sj is a romance now, gr*y actually dies and probably feels a little bad about what he has done, every suicide gets some noble circumstances attached to it esp faye who gets shafted into the typical time traveling savior role instead of coldhearted pragmatism for her own end. i am mad just thinking abt it thanks <3
22, you have been given unlimited funds to make two adaptations of some sort, however you cannot make any other adaptations of any other sort. which two formats do you choose?
(i am not handing any point of production over to anyone else but i am using the unlimited funds to devote myself to realizing these full-time) comics and animation! i am not interested in anything else
24, best scene you've written?
my writing is no doubt at its best when i'm writing soulless torture / rabbit hell but that is. premium tier locked patreon content; as far as fav scenes go my top three are probably
qs life pledges [THEY WIN !]
the original black swan masked ball piece. changed the course of history & my entire writing career
jumie/sky conversation after [redacted]s death. we cannot elaborate it's too much for my heart, agh!
[lies down both metaphorically and irl] goodnight thanks for playing!!
#LONG POST /#SORRY !#i always think i will put a readmore eventually and then i dont. unless there is a fun place for dramatic effect lol cope#thank u sooooo much for always giving me a lot of numbers to chew on#the real reason this one took me so long was bc i wanted to redraw a certain sketchbook page for 12 but not in this wrist economy :(#askbox#ispybluesky#oc asks#this was so fun i got to talk abt some things i dont usually talk abt :333!!#also lol @ me saying 1:18 am up there it's almost 3am now. whoopsie
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Fanfic Writer's Day Q&A
Thank you to @imanuglywombat for sending me the Fanfic Writers questions! I really do appreciate it so much! 💕
Let's get down to it! 💕
— How long have you been writing fanfiction?
The first fanfic I ever did was when I was maybe 8 or 9. It was long long ago and I think it was either for Sailor Moon or maybe for another anime I was obsessing over. It was definitely in the late 90's cause I remember being so secretive that I even watched those shows. That was back in the dark days of anime when it wasn't as mainstream as it is now. I wrote it in a blue spiral-bound notebook long hand and it was absolutely a Mary Sue fic.
I'd stuck with anime for a long time writing for certain popular franchises (and others that were not so popular) but I'd never ventured into writing anything based off of anything live-action until I got into the MCUverse in 2017. I still sometimes write stuff out long hand just to get my bearings on some scenes.
— Do you have a favorite word? (One that you love. Doesn’t necessarily have to be one you use all the time.)
Fuck. Fuck is my favorite word in the world. Ask anyone whos ever had the displeasure of listening to me speak. I use it all the time in both fics and real life. People swear. They curse all the time. Either in their heads or out loud but I like writing it into stories cause it validates a lot of what's happening.
— Share a favorite run-on sentence that you’ve written.
“Shut the goddamn door Stark,” you snapped at him with a glare, your lipstick smeared and covering Bucky’s kiss swollen lips.
Catch Me If You Can, Codename Lazarus
I don't classify this as a run-on sentence, but it was fun as hell to write that last one two punch for this story.
— Share a bit of a scene that you’ve written that still gives you FEELS.
This wasn’t how you wanted things to end between you and Bucky, not the strained silence and tension that ran through both of you.
“Y/N,” Bucky said, breaking the silence. Glancing up at him, his brow was drawn together in thought shadows deepening the lines on his face and playing at the hollows of his cheeks giving him a grave expression. “I have a question and, I’m not sure exactly how to ask.”
“You can ask me anything, James,” you murmured, tongue feeling thick in your mouth. “I’ll always be as honest with you as I can be.”
He nodded, eyes dropping down to your hands as they played with your cup. The blue hues illuminated, almost like the spirit sitting in front of you could read your very soul. “After tomorrow, when I, when it happens,” he asked, voice barely a whisper but still crackling with emotion. “Will I remember any of this?”
Your heart seized in your chest at the thought. Swallowing hard you couldn't bring yourself to look at Bucky, you wanted to lie to give him the false hope you held onto yourself. “I don't know,” you whispered honestly, meeting his gaze. “You could very well remember parts of this, but your consciousness could think of it all as a dream. You could also forget all about me, it just depends on how your mind chooses to handle it.”
Bucky’s hand reached out covering your own, his fingers looping over your palm and holding you firm. Drawing his bottom lip between his teeth briefly before locking his gaze with your own, oceanic depths drinking in the moonlight. So clear and sure of himself in this very moment.
“I don't want to forget you.”
Vision blurring you swallowed hard, lips trembling as you tried to hold back the onslaught of despair welling up from inside of you. You’d tried so hard to keep him out, to keep James at arms length and steel yourself against him. But the man had found his way in, nestling inside of your heart and now you found yourself cracking and breaking right in front of him.
A broken sob slipped past your lips as Bucky pulled you into his arms and out of shame buried your face against his neck, allowing another broken sob to bubble past your lips. Bucky’s hands felt warm against your back, stroking against you in an attempt to soothe away the tears, the deep rumble of his voice cooing to you as he tried his best to calm you.
“Even, even if you do forget me, forget about all of this,” you choked out against his neck. “I’ll remember, for the both of us.”
You felt him stiffen in your arms, your hands gripping against the muscles in his back as he pressed a tender kiss into your hair, “I won't forget you, doll. I can’t.”
Squeezing your eyes closed you clung to Bucky in your kitchen as the tea in your mug went cold.
All Good Things, Part Four
Sometimes I re-read this scene and it makes me tear up still. I don't know how I got through writing it lol
— What is your favorite kind of character interaction to write? — Do you have a hyper-specific genre?
Someone once told me I do Slice of Life fics very well. I've always liked thinking about how characters interact when they're NOT out doing world-saving stuff. How their interactions in day-to-day things would go. That and I'm a real comfort slut at heart lol
Oh, jeez. I've got a lot of tags. Mostly my personal ones are lame but I use (insert character) x reader tags mostly along with the corresponding franchise. 😬 Truth is I'm awful with tagging. It's what's kept me kind of away from A03 for so long. 😂
But strangely enough I love writing action sequences. I haven't gotten to really explore them much outside of maybe Codename Lazarus and one or two one shots. But I'd like to write more of them.
— Any personal or frequently used tags?
— Share a joke or funny moment that you’ve written that still makes you laugh.
Day Eight
Steve passes by Bucky’s figure staring out the large floor-length window on the upper floor of the compound. It gives him pause, Bucky’s wrapped in the comforter from his bed. Eyes longingly looking out the window with all the sadness of a shelter dog.
“What’s the outside world like,” he asks, voice barely a whisper. “I haven’t felt the sun on my face in weeks.”
Silence follows the statement before Steve shakes his head and continues on his way, “It’s been eight days Buck.”
“Weeks!” Echoes down the hall after him.
Quarantine Craze, Co-written with @iwantutobehapppier
This whole fic is absolutely mad cap and I loved working on it with Miri. It's always good for a laugh since it was written VERY early into the pandemic and none of us knew what the hell was going on. We were all just a little Bucky then.
— Best editing tip?
Just do it.
Usually, I edit as I go. It provides me with enough feedback loop for my ADHD-riddled brain to keep up and hone the new information that's coming out of it. Editing is hard and I've had TONS of scenes that are just left on the cutting room floor cause I can't make them work into the fic the way I want to. I've actually got a scene saver file where I save all the cut parts from stories to be used in later works. There are actually 2 or 3 scenes that I've reused in Held For Ransom that were originally in other stories, but they didn't fit the characters at the time.
— What drives you to write?
Connection. I like writing something that someone out there could connect with on a personal level. Yeah I looooooove writing smut, it was really my bread and butter and gets the most interaction on this platform out of anything else. But when I get a DM, comment or response from someone who read a story and it's clear from the heart. It makes me so happy to have connected with that person on that level.
— Share something about your writing that you have wished someone would ask you about. Or alternatively, something that you are just really proud of.
Writing and ending. I have the HARDEST time writing endings to things. I've left a lot of my fics open-ended (Alpha One and All Good Things) mostly cause I never know if I want to continue with their stories or not. But I'm really proud of myself for writing a few of my fics (Phantoms of The Mind and Unknown Caller) with that final period and meaning it. There's nothing after that, it's the end of the story and there's nothing going to change it. I feel really proud for being able to do that when all I ever want to do is leave it open.
— Where do you draw inspiration?
A little bit of everything all of the time. Not going to lie some of the situations and moments come from interactions I have with people around me or even things that those closest to me have said or done.
— What is your immediate reaction when you receive a new comment on a fic?
I cry. Legit. I will cry sometimes when I get comments or anything resembling a review. It's not sad crying. It's that happy, "I can't handle my emotions right now cause it feels too good to know that someone else GETS it." Type of crying. Yeah, I'm a big crybaby on the inside.
— What is your biggest challenge in writing?
Besides writing? Worldbuilding and knowing where to stop. Some of the AU's I've created have such deep and intense builds that I've thought about so much stuff outside of the storyline. The world I'd built for the Deal with the Devil Demon AU has a lot of moving parts to it that are barely touched on in the stories. So it's a challenge to know when to stop building that kind of detail and if it will matter in the long run.
— 1-2 sentence preview from your current WIP??
You shifted and so did Curtis, hanging on your every word as he watched and listened to you talk.
“He looks strong, so very strong,” your voice started taking on a soft breathy tone, hands sliding from your neck down to your chest briefly before landing on your thighs with an audible smack. “I didn’t scent him, but my god I can just imagine how good he smells. Handsome too, straight nose, high cheekbones. A beard that I just know would feel so soft under my fingers and… other places too.”
Whoever this guy was he was a lucky son of a bitch to have caught your attention, Curtis couldn’t help but think bitterly.
Dove and the Mechanic, a Mechanic!Curtis x camgirl!Reader AU
I've been working most on Dove and Curtis the last few weeks. I'm hoping to have the launch for this soon. It should be a fun story to share. 🥰
— What story or scene are you most proud of?
Held for Ransom. I'm the proudest of that story which is why the ending is taking me so long to wrap up. I've got so much of myself invested it's hard to give their main story the wrap-up it deserves.
Here's my favorite scene though.
Face matching his own, you could see the surprise in his eyes when you shook his hand off you; rounding on him fully. “You’re unbelievable Ransom!” The tone you held was condescending and accusatory. “Is struggling just to prove a point to yourself really worth sitting on a gold mine of fiction? You’re just hiding it all away, this could be your ticket! Don’t you get that?”
He was upon you in a second, only a hair’s width of space between you and it made you gasp. His breath fanned over your face as he glared down at you, but all you could do is look at his mouth. Plush lips pulled down into a scowl of disapproval and anger. “Maybe I don’t want it to be the ticket.”
Ransoms fingers dug into the soft flesh of your arm, as he held you tight. “Maybe I don’t want to be compared to Harlen,” he continued, blue eyes darting back and forth as they gazed into your own. “Maybe I never wanted that.”
Tongue reaching out and wetting your lips you saw his eyes drop to your mouth briefly before flashing back to your eyes, “Then, what do you want Ransom?”
— Please link your profile so we can admire your works!
Afterdark Masterlist Library Blog AO3
Thank you for the opportunity to answer so many questions about writing. 💕 Happy Fanfiction Appreciation week!
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Dndads s2 e35 thoughts
SCREAMING GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM
Man and wife and manandmanandman 🤣😭
Nick took Cassandra's name lmfao (my hc is when they met she introduced herself and he was so blown away by how awesome and hot she is he forgot his own name and said "I'm Nicky...Swift" 😭)
I respect Matt keeping the sim life private but I HATE IT AHAHA
ANTHONY TAKE CAROL'S NAME OUR OF YOUR MOUTH AHAHA
AYYYYYYYY Will did the whole name hell yeaaaaahh
Lmao the scary intro was good ahaha
6th edition D&D galaxy brain shit lmfao
Nick's limbs are back good to know 😂 wait...all of them? 🤔
Linc you fucking idiot ahahahaaaaaa
Hero ahahhahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaahababahahahahahahahaha
Haaaaaaaa
Hero and Terry bffs
(Also lmao I couldn't tell if it was Walter or Paeden at first, and then it was HERO ahaha)
Terranaut?
The Terry voice keeps getting me lmao
HONEY AHAHAHAHAHAHA
Hero just not giving a shit about being the chosen one is so funny
Watched walk the line so the burning ring of fire reference 👌🏼
Hero being into Sailor Moon and working for like NASA or whatever this place is is great lol
Fuckin Matt Arnold 🤣
THE WHOLE TRYING TO GET TAYLOR TO GO ON A DATE WITH HERO BIT AHAHA
Ooh I'm gonna be thinking about that Terry line about marriage being about picking up the slack 👀
Scary finally talking to her mum again
"I'm sorry did I hear an S??" 😭
HERO INTO LINC AHAHA
Losing it completely over hero just completely being like fuck Taylor
"Honey" "sweetie" LINC STOP 😂
TACKLE LINC, SOMEONE!!!!!
All the emotions talk while they should be finding ways to survive space is so fucking funny
TERRY NOOOOO
SWEETUMS
"Hermie's been working" asdfghjkl
Hermie's crush on scary being back ahahahahaha
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
This episode is so fucking funny 😂🤣
Oooh the polyamory slight during PRIDE MONTH Anthony Burch you're in so much trouble lmao
I really love that they got rid of all the scientists and there's just a bunch of teenagers dealing with this situation lmfao
Thank you Matt for then going and actually getting scientists to do it ahaha
Before he'd even finished describing that dr's office toy I knew what Anthony was talking about lmao
Hell yeah Hero be your own woman!
Matt refusing to say the whole surname ahah
THE LAST THING THAT CASSANDRA KNEW IS THAT HER SON WAS IN A FLAMING HOUSE SHE WAS GOING TO GO FIND HIM AND NOW SHES JUST TWEETING REDBULL FOR HIM ASDFGHJKL
AND as far as we know she's still with Willy asdfghjkl
I keep forgetting the ringtone is fucking Tony pepperoni ahahah
The spooky music whenever someone returns to space is great lol
Oh FUCK Terry wants her dad home 😭
Fucking hell what did they put poor hero through Jesus Christ
Fuck I'm tearing up over Hero 😭 eldest daughter feels 👌🏼
This is the wildest fucking episode. Like. I know what going on but. What the fuck is going on 😂
...okay but IS Scary's dad gonna show up courtesy of redbull? 👀
FUCK Terry Jr's about to die
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT
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Honestly, hanging around those Sailor Moon facebook groups or Reddit must be an exercise in sadomasochism. But seriously, it's totally irrelevant how they "feel" about the name Usagi. It's just is. There's nothing they can do about it. I really do feel some hardcore DiC fans come across as rather cultish about the dub, and many cases, not really a fans of Sailor Moon IN GENERAL. It's not gatekeeping when RIGHTFULLY pointing out a LACK OF RESPECT and CONTEMPT for the original source material.
I don't know why I continue to do it for real.
Maybe because it's halfway entertaining
But the comments this post got on that FB page...
It was ridiculous with the " Oh you are gatekeeping" comments
Because with three of these, if you just watch either the Japanese Sub or Viz Dub of the 90's anime you will know right of the bat.
Even a causal watcher would know these because it's very simple since it's right in your face in the show. I'm not even saying a fan of the show but just someone who just happen to pick it up.
Now with Chibi Chibi being cosmos that's in the manga so you have to read the manga for that.
Hell we are not even talking heavy heavy Sailor Moon Lore stuff that you have to find in the manga or deep in the series and seriously put your thinking cap on. ( Like what I did last night thinking that Nehellenia could be the first Incarnation of Chaos. )
Just stuff that is right in your face which is the first three.
I know that some of us ( including me) only had knowledge of DiC/Cloveway dubs since that was the only dub accessible to watch thanks to Toonami.
So yes the Japanese sub was not accessible to watch back in the day when we were kids.
But now thanks to Viz dub getting the license for all 200 episodes in Japanese Sub and redubbing all 200 episodes
Both of them are accessible and available to watch..
Yes I know certainty countries like UK,Latin America ,Canada( they just lost it on Crave), and other countries are having a hard time getting the series sub and dub into country along with the Manga.
But the United States??
Bruh Please!
PlutoTV got a whole channel that shows 90's anime, the movies, and Crystal.
You can watch them on Hulu and Crunchyroll.
You can watch Crystal on Netflix.
You can buy the episodes on Amazon, Itunes, and Mircosoft Store
You can buy the DVD's and Blurays.
Hell you can watch all 200 episodes and Crystal on fucking youtube for free! It's legal because viz put it up there!
That just the legal sites.
When I come back to the fandom in 2008 when I was 18 we didn't have that all! This was two years before the resurgence about the happen so wit was like 8 years that the license was expired and wasn't no Sailor Moon anywhere.
It was hard finding the show since it wasn't available anymore.
I am thankful for a channel on veoh that I found on a Sailor Moon FB group ( which SM FB groups was WAY better then they are now) that had all 200 episodes even if they wasn't in good condition. I was able to watch Stars for the first time which before then I didn't even know about that season at all. I was able to learn their names and found out about certain episodes that I didn't know even exist.
Shit with the manga?
We have have THREE versions that are in print right now.
Second Reprint, Eternal Editions, Naoko Takeuchi Edition
Also you can easy find the scans online thanks to Miss Dream or any other website that host manga.
It's a difference when in 2008 when I didn't know what the fuck a manga was when the only manga print US had was the Mixx which was out of publication. Which thankfully thanks to Neobilty website, found the whole mixx translation which was my first one I read before I found Miss Dreams and start reading theirs.
Like I'm going to be straight up honest.
There is no fucking excuse anymore because it is there now.
It is accessible and available especially in the Unite States. ( Which is still the main country that whines about every fucking thing.)
It's not like back in the early 90's and 2000's before the resurgence in 2010 which you could use that excuse because it was fucking hard to find shit.
Now all you got to do is do a damn goggle search and it's there.
But hell they still use it as an damn excuse.
But they cling to the dic dub for dear life and will not let go for nothing.
Which if someone brings it up they are ready to dogpile like on this post has like 230 comments and most of them are dogpiling the OP.
Yes If it wasn't for the DIC dub I wouldn't be a fan but it's not accessible and available and for very legit reasons.( Which they are very tone deaf to hearing about it) If you want to pay dollars for a damn bootleg ( since it's hard to find the legit versions) instead of just finding the torrent, that's on you. I got the dic dub along with the cloverway on my computer.
This is not about who is a true fan or gatekeeping.
It's about the fact that it's accessible and available for you to watch but you rather stay on one version while you can be enjoying multiple versions and than acting entitled and ungrateful
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I was tagged by the lovely @nsfwitchy (Thank you! Love you, dear. 🥰😘)
Your name: Lessy is the name. Aka light sage, black widow, the Sparda family therapist 😘.
Your Age: 36 (37 in six months) Damn, I'm old, lol
Your First Fandom(s): Oh gosh. That's a lot to think of 🤔 The first animes are Sailor Moon, DBZ, Yu yu Hakusho, and Yu-Gi-Oh (to this day) and the games are Bloody Roar, mortal kombat, Marvel vs. Capcom, along with Mario and Donkey Kong.
Your Current Fandom(s): Legend of Zelda (since 98), Devil May Cry (since 01), Gotham (started in 2014, but stopped due to work and now rewatched 4 months ago and loved it ever since), and Gundam Wing (since 00)along with DC and Marvel comics.
How Did You First Get Into Fandom?: 😳 Oh wow. Ever since I was in elementary school. I guess it was my destiny to be an autistic nerd 🤓 🤪.
How Long Have You Been Engaging With Fandom Spaces?: 🤔 30 long years. 22 when you go down the rabbit hole. *hint hint*
How Often Do You Read Fanfics?: When I was 15 years old in Germany, my old friends introduced me to fanfics of my favorite series. Most of them are raunchy af. I've been reading them ever since.
Top 3 Characters From Your Current Fandom(s):
Gotham:
Jerome
Jeremiah
Bruce
Let me add one more: 514a
Gundam Wing:
Heero Yuy
Chang Wufei (I'm giving him my last name because he's my older brother)
Quatre R. Winner
Devil May Cry:
Vergil
V (Vergil's counterpart)
Lady
Legend of Zelda:
Princess Zelda
Queen Urbosa
Princess Midna
Have You Ever Written A Fic For A Fandom? if so, shout it out!:
Why yes. Yes, I have. For those who don't know, I am a huge cross-world fanatic. Plus, I added my oc characters to the mix. The one I continue to write is called Gundam May Cry: Breath of the Wild. But right now, I am doing my rough draft of my Gotham fanfic that is based on Devil May Cry references. That is coming soon.
Have You Ever Drawn Fanart For A Fandom?:
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I couldn't even draw a stick finger to save my life!!
Share A Personal Headcanon That You Feel Very Strongly About:
My goodness. I'm just gonna go ahead and say it : Deep down inside, Bruce Wayne has some strong feelings about Jeremiah Valeska. He's lying to himself and Jeremiah when he said "you mean nothing to me." Like Bruce!! Why are you lying?
you're trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. What Episode, Clip, Or Scene Are You Showing Them?: Jerome and Jeremiah double insanity on YouTube.
and finally, What Does Fandom Mean To You?:
It means everything to me. I get to share them with my friends here and on all the other social media(except for Facebook because fuck them, that's why.). That's the perks of being a nerd and a cute one to be in fact.
Now I'm tagging @apologies-from-jerome-valeska @lifeaftermeteor @dmbakura @jeremiah-va1eska @irisbleufic
By the way, if you guys have already been tagged, I apologize!! You don't have to respond to it again.
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For the shipping asks: 1, 4, 11, 24
1. What was your first OTP?
God, this one is really hard to answer. Was it Mamousa from Sailor Moon or Syaosaku from Cardcaptor Sakura? Could it be Lyr x Amalthea from the Last Unicorn? Is it the Little Mermaid ship of Ariel x Eric? Of all of these four, one of them is most likely the original OTP, but which one it is is anyone's guess.
4. What is/are your favorite trope(s)?
Science-enhancing magic, power of love, vigilantes a la Zorro, and men crying as they beg the woman they love not to leave them while they confess all their sins. I read romance novels mostly for the men crying.
11. What makes a great ship in your own opinion?
Active Choice. I like some reluctant love, but I need the pair to choose each other when the going gets tough or when all the bullshit comes crashing down around them.
24. What is your favorite canon ship?
...........if you look at my AO3 page, you'd probably assume Rayllum but...I don't think it's them. Royai always hits a sweet spot but so does Ichihime. Ehhhhhhhh???? It might be Elizabeth and Darcy from Pride and Prejudice because it's got everything I like, including the man begging and being willing to leave her alone if she tells him to fuck off.
Thanks for asking, Arnie!
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I’m pretty much done cleaning the craft room. I have found:
+ my Sailor Moon stuff (classic stuff from the original American run and the new stuff gifted to me by my friend sometime within the last...two years)
+ yarn. So much yarn. I didn’t think I had this much yarn. Why is there so much yarn.
+ a tote that has written on it “yarn attached to things” and...it’s right. it is yarn, attached to various looms in various stages of being made. what the fuck, amanda.
+ fabric. So. Much. Fabric. There’s fabric in totes, there’s fabric in bags, there’s fabric in tote bags, there’s fabric on the chair underdeath the stuffed animal, there’s fabric on the rolly chair I use.
+ the claddagh I bought for myself when Jamie and I dated in high school. I thought that thing had gotten lost in the aether. Nope. It was in a bag of rocks.
+ a bag of rocks. I have a box of rocks somewhere, but I didn’t see those. No. I found a bag of various rocks.
+ the Battleship Typewriter Ribbon container that has various broken bits and bobs I took from my great-grandmother’s house, with permission, because I thought the tin was cool. It still smells like her house.
+ The still unopened pack of Richard Petty tour card(s) that Food Lion handed out to people in...1992. I put them back in the box I found them in. (I can’t find my original M:tG Hermit druid card, but I can find the Richard Petty pack, the Desert Storm cards, and the Sailor Moon playing cards)
+ various toys. So many tiny toys.
+ a molding pencil case. I still don’t know how that worked out.
+ stickers
+ my sunglasses, which I’ve needed because they help with the whole flashing lights thing.
+ The Barbie from the...60s that I ruined with sharpie after the dog ate the toes off.
+ My Shiny Hat (it’s a Jayne Cobb hat I made myself. One day, I will make another one)
+ More notebooks
+ wooden garland
+ chalkboard eggs. An entire vacuum bag of chalkboard eggs.
+ a box of wires
+ cat toys
+ string lights
+ headbands. Peep and Halloween headbands to be precise
+ Jamie’s motivational posters (why are they down here)
+ a giant hat
+ art supplies
+ various finished knit pieces, including Slendy (a small slenderman with this giant head that won’t stay up) and my cephalopod made out of alpaca yarn
+ various books
I need to clean my house. I know we’ve created our own pocket of L-Space here to the point where strange books show up we don’t know anything about, but I’m starting to wonder if it’s boiled over into the art stuff or I’m just that bad at object permanence because I found my bag of polyfil that I couldn’t find. In A Tote. while moving stuff around
But, with things moved around, this means that I can move some of the stuffed animals off the steamer trunks and put them down there. The pile is getting...kind of massive at this point (large squishmallows don’t help)
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s.o.s, m | knj
pairing(s): namjoon x reader
summary: It's two in the morning and Kim Namjoon is at your doorstep, asking you to fuck. In a fuckbuddies way, because, as a wise man once said, "I may not know love, but I know snacks." Well, you do agree with this statement. Let's go with the flow!
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, slight D/s dynamics, blowjob, cowgirl); friends-with-benefits and feels through fucking (classic for me, haha, maybe I fell in love with him while writing it, oops)
happy birthday, Kim Namjoon <3 #happyRMday
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now playing – pado by bibi
“Hey!”
“Shit, Namjoon, are you trying to break my door down at two in the morning or what? What’s with you? Why didn’t you just type in the lock?”
Kim Namjoon’s large frame and big brown eyes glanced at the silver-blue electronic number pad on your apartment door. “Oh. Right. I forgot you had that now.”
“I have it because you keep losing my key!”
He rubbed the back of his now blond head sheepishly. He must have dyed it recently because it had been dark brown last week. It was shorter than before, trimmed at the sides and longer at the top. Usually it was styled, but right now it was messy and puffy like he had been running across the city on those long legs of his or, more likely, windblown from riding his bicycle on his way here.
Namjoon didn’t drive. He said it was to maintain world peace.
“Do you wanna fuck?” he asked you breathlessly.
You looked down at your massive black sleep shirt that made you look like a lump of fabric, but, well, he picked today to pop the question and what were you gonna do? Say no?
You snapped back up, smacking your finger on your left wrist. “It’s two in the morning!”
“One forty-five, yeah,” Namjoon agreed, glancing at his brown leather-banded, white-faced watch. Simple and sleek. You noticed he had a few colorful string-woven bracelets on his wrists, likely handmade by someone in the various rural villages Namjoon liked to visit in his spare time. He dropped his arm and smiled brilliantly at you with those dimpled cheeks.
“I was thinking about you. You know, that habit you do when you run your hand through your hair and flick your wrist at the end, elegantly spreading your fingers out. Super sexy.”
You felt your ears heat. “Hahah… what?”
He scratched his head and stuck his hands in his loose black pants, draping his warm gray t-shirt over his wrists. Lowered his chin and flickered his eyes to you, awkward half-smile on those full lips.
Oh.
Shit.
“D… Don’t look at me like that,” you muttered, backing up and shifting your eyes. “You always do that.”
“Do what?” Namjoon chirped, stepping inside and out of his brown sandals.
“Give me those puppy eyes even though you’re built like a fucking tank.”
“I snore like one too.”
“Yeah, I know.”
But none of those things really mattered because your arm was snaking up, your other hand slapping the door closed, looking down until you couldn’t look down anymore, lifting your head to playful dark brown orbs and a dimpled smile, already leaning down, his scent of warm cotton and faint florals washing over you, and then his lips touched yours and it was over.
You could say no, you could, but you never really wanted to.
Namjoon wasn’t being rude showing up so late. After all, you had already told him it was one of your fantasies, a late-night rendezvous, a bit of unexpected expected fun. Namjoon was willing to help, a game of ping-pong between casual, sometimes lovers, both too busy and scatterbrained at this point in life to commit to anything, but that worked for you and for him, or at least that’s what you told him and what he told you, his large hands now encircling your back, fingertips pressed into the thin fabric, sighing into your mouth, rhythm of those long fingers dancing up, up, sinking into your hair, tangling himself in it, nibbling at your lower lip.
“I just love touching your hair,” that deep, deep voice whispered to your lips, eyes still closed, smirking as the tip of your tongue darted out, playing with him as he spoke. “And I like messing it up a little.”
“A little? You like messing it up a lot.”
Namjoon curled his fingers inward and pulled back, your head following automatically, grinning with you as he opened his eyes, devious even with the dimples.
“Okay, yeah, you’re right.”
It wasn’t fun if it wasn’t with him.
You raised your hand and spread your fingers out, slowly running your nails up and then down his chest, smirking back at him, your tongue peeking out between your teeth.
Namjoon once said to you, let’s just go with the flow, ride the wave.
He sucked in a breath right now and pulled you close, hands letting go of your hair as he captured your lips again, deep, ravenous kisses that took your breath away, such wonderful lips that loved to travel across your body and wander that wonderland, his hands already reaching for the hem of your shirt, bunching it up as he stumbled back into your apartment, dragging you with him, you riding the wave of his passion, dragging his shirt up with yours, tossing them aside, body to body, exploring lips on that warm skin and muscular chest.
Namjoon also said things like, I may not know love, but I know snacks, so, yeah, he was always poetic like that. Full of wisdom and weirdness, arguably the best combination one could have when struggling through this nonsensical world.
You pushed him down on the bed, kissing all that tan skin, running your nails down his shoulders, walking down his defined biceps finger by finger, digging in a little harder, pairing it with kisses and drawing stars on his pecs with your saliva, making him smile and flash those dimples.
“Like that?” you teased, drawing back a little so he could watch the mastery of your tongue at work.
“You know me,” Namjoon chuckled, the sound radiating from his chest to your mouth, sending ripples through your spine. “I like cute things with a little pinch.”
“Like those tiny beach crabs?”
Now he actually laughed, that throaty, booming laugh of his, nodding with affirmation.
You sometimes wondered when the waves would stop and roll out, sometimes wondered if the tide of Kim Namjoon would go low and leave you behind, but maybe it was the moon or something, cosmic threads that sent him rushing back to your beach, bright and sparkling, always catching the light and looking good from every angle.
“Fuck, I always forget you’re huge.”
“I am not huge. You are being dramatic.”
“Dramatically sucking your dick.”
You knew how to take his breath away, how to make him gasp and his hand fly to your head, groaning as he pushed you down, your throat closing around his rapidly swelling length, tongue all over in the small window you had to wetly caress every contour and vein, bobbing your head in time with his gentle nudges, waiting for you and your jaw to adjust before thrusting a little harder, a little rougher, choppy waves and lost breath. His scent filled your nose, his toned hips in your hands, digging your nails into that muscle, inhaling and drowning in the feeling, pressing him between tongue and roof of your mouth, feeling the head hitting your throat, so you tightened your muscles.
Namjoon moaned your name, brown orbs turning darker from dilated pupils.
It filled your ears and soaked into your chest, your heart pumping faster, beating harder, drawn to the sound like a sailor to a siren.
You took him deeper, pulsing around the head, sticking your tongue out a little to lap at his balls collected in your hands.
“A-Ah, fuck… You’re always so, so good… always making me think of you…”
You watched his eyes close, his hand gripping your hair, not unkind, simply adding a little bit of force, but you were in control of the pace, riding the wave, filling your mouth with his hardness over and over, closing your own eyes, small tears collecting at the corners, unable to breathe, but you already knew you were diving and you practiced for this, holding your breath and bobbing your head fast and tight, your fingernails clawing at his sides just the way he liked, a little neediness, a little desperation, maybe an act or maybe not, honestly hard to tell with how often you had blown him, so maybe it was part of you now, just like how sometimes you would be alone and smell his scent even though Namjoon wasn’t there at all, maybe real but probably an olfactory memory, strange that it would happen just like that, a wave of warm cotton and faint florals that you drank in small trickles right now, your mouth occupied with his thick length, listening to the sloppy, wet sound of his cock being swallowed over and over again by your suffocating mouth, saliva sliding over his balls and onto your chin.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”
Pushing you down, forcing you to deep dive, swallowing on instinct, clamping your lips around his jerking cock with every gulp of gushing cum, the strong salty taste lingering in the back of your tongue as your throat was stuffed with the swollen head. Namjoon shuddered deeply, resonating pleasure that drifted down his torso and through your fingertips. You lapped up anything you missed, sucking it off and Namjoon hissed at the sensitivity, tugging at your hair sharply.
You hummed and retreated a little, breathing again, licking the underside of the tip, wiggling your tongue over the slit and around head, opening your eyes to Namjoon’s panting smile.
“You want me to punish you or what?”
Nah, you wanted to ride the wave, but this particular wave was pretty fucking big.
“Oooh, fuck…!”
Namjoon raised his arms and grabbed your pillows, thrusting his hips up into your pussy after you had lowered halfway. The condom wrapper flew off the bed, probably to be found in some random place in your room tomorrow morning.
A later you problem.
Hands on his chest, sinking down, gasping for breath at the forced stretch at his girth, but it was nicer that way, wet and getting wetter, spreading your knees and arching your back, your hair falling down your shoulders, rolling your body to smack down onto his crotch, fuck, so hard and so full, starting a rough, choppy rhythm because Namjoon was deliberately not letting you set up a reasonable pace and kept thrusting up a little too fast, a little too hard, hot moans tumbling out of your mouth, feeling the crashing pleasure try to overtake you, drawing your knees back in to feel all of him, your palms sliding up, grasping those strong shoulders, lowering your head to speak to those sultry brown orbs reflecting your open mouth and half-lidded gaze.
“Namjoon… please, oh, f-fuck… if you’re gonna be like this, j-just fuck me…!”
He grinned, dimples on display.
“Anything for you.”
Mayday, mayday, you needed to be saved from that teasing smile and those words.
His hands fitted to your shaking hips and held you up easily, lifting his hips up at a deep, hard pace, emphasis on strength and less on speed, the muscles of his arms tense and locked to keep you above him as he slammed his hard cock into your pussy.
“Ah, yes, yes, right there, Namjoon, yes…”
You could go deeper so you did, slapping your hips down too and making Namjoon grin under you. Shit, something about those round cheeks and bright smile while he was railing you practically to heaven was doing something to you, washing out your senses and giving you no time to think, squeezing him inside you and feeling him twitch back, something so sexy about how he could do that even while fucking you, and you saw him suck in a breath, witnessing your effect on him, his hold becoming tighter, his dark lashes lowering, hooded eyes and locking with your gaze.
Drowning in the pleasure with you.
“Come on, you want it, right?” he panted under you, voice so deep it felt like you were underwater, your skin vibrating with the seductiveness of his tone and the depth of his sound mixing with the harsh slaps of skin to skin, wet and wonderful. “Show me you want it, give it to me.”
You couldn’t say no, already tightening your core and smacking down on him harder before he could even finish speaking, the ecstasy shooting up your spine and pouring all over your scalp and mind, letting go, pitched cries and blissful moans, Namjoon moaning with you, your name on his lips and filling up your bedroom, clutching his shoulders and staring into his eyes, breathing in warm cotton and faint florals, cast away into a wild paradise.
You clenched around him and gasped, a powerful jolt rocking through you, surprised at the sudden squelch but then you felt the overwhelming rush barreling through you, sweeping you into pulsing pleasure, one of your hands losing grip and grabbing onto the pillow beside Namjoon’s head, his heavy breath and your exhaled name blowing over on your prickling skin, realizing you were accidentally closer than usual because your hand slipped, his hands tightly wrapped around your waist and slamming you down onto his crotch, groaning and tipping his head back, his eyes closing, Adam’s apple prominent against his flexed neck.
If possible, suddenly you could breathe even less.
Your pussy throbbed around his twitching cock, his orgasm spurting into the condom and your juices soaking his skin with each flinch of the aftermath, wave after wave crashing into you, your arms trembling to hold yourself up so you could absorb it all – him, the dwindling pleasure, the moment when his eyes opened, your name drifting out of those lips in a lustful haze.
“I should… go back to mine, huh…” he wheezed, chuckling slightly. “Otherwise, I’m going to snore too loud and you’re not going to be able to sleep…”
You slid down, closer, closer, seeing the mole underneath his lower lip with his rueful smile. His fingers were drawing circles on your hips.
“I bought earplugs.”
You silenced his laugh with a kiss.
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