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itsthenovelteafactor · 3 years

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Vanya and the Phantom

I asked and y’all answered (special thanks to @schizoidwire and @the-aro-ace-arrow-ace and all the people who responded to my earlier post for encouraging me!), so it is time for how The Phantom of the Opera song introduction can be read as a look into Vanya’s self-narrative and also foreshadows future events in a really subtle and interesting way.

I’m channeling my inner Elliot and going into full conspiracy mode. This is gonna be a long one, y’all.

Part One: In Which I Expose Myself as a Former Theater Kid

So, for those who aren’t familiar with The Phantom of the Opera, it was originally a novel by French writer Gaston Leroux back in 1909. In 1986, Andrew Lloyd Webber rewrote it as a musical. For purposes of my analysis here, I am just going to be discussing the musical because 1) the score used in the opening scene is from it and 2) I’ve never read the book. (If anyone out there has read the book and wants to weigh in, please do!)

It’s a very aesthetic show, and draws on a lot of gothic themes and imagery. The plot follows an opera house, and specifically a young chorus girl named Christine Daaé. I’m not going to explain the whole show plot in detail because wikipedia exists, but I will do a quick overview here and point out some things as they relate to things I’ll be discussing later. Also there will be a test after and it will NOT be multiple choice.

The show begins when the opera house is sold to new owners who 1) just want to make money and 2) do not respect the opera house’s resident ghost (who isn’t really a ghost, but we’ll get to that later.) When the Phantom makes his presence known, and freaks out the resident prima donna singer (who will be relevant later) Carlotta, who says she won’t sing under these conditions. It is then that Christine appears. She’s quiet and humble and has always lived in the background, but is incredibly talented. The woman who runs the chorus (also owner of the opera house’s resident braincell) suggests Christine sing the part. She does, and is amazing. Everyone is blown away, and she’s catapulted into instant fame and success.

We later learn that Christine has been studying under the Phantom, who appears to her in mirrors. She calls him the Angel of Music, and thinks that he was sent to teach her by her recently deceased father. He isn’t. He’s actually pretty malicious, and is obsessed with Christine, wants to control her voice, and doesn’t like her dating anyone. Which is a bit awkward when her childhood friend shows up and promptly falls in love with her.

Anyways, Carlotta is jealous of the attention Christine has been getting and threatens to leave prompting the new owners to cut Christine from the program. The Phantom doesn’t like it at all, sends a bunch of letters, things escalate, people are murdered, and the whole first act ends with the chandelier falling from the ceiling and crashing onto the stage (which is done with really cool effects, oftentimes beginning the show hanging over the audience. It’s a BIG MOMENT and one of the most iconic ones from the show. This will also be relevant later.)

Act two takes place a few months later, wherein no one has seen the Phantom. Shock of all shocks, though, he’s not dead. He’s been writing an opera and he wants Christine to star in it. More stuff happens, you learn the backstory of the Phantom (which is pretty sad, ngl, but in no way makes him less of a creep) and the story ends with the Phantom kidnapping Christine and giving her an ultimatum: stay with him forever, or he kills Raoul (aka childhood friend/romantic interest guy). She agrees to stay with him and he’s so moved by her compassion that he lets them both go and disappears forever.

Part Two: Casting the Characters

That’s interesting, Rosie (note sarcasm) but you said this was about The Umbrella Academy? I did, in fact. So, we meet Vanya when she’s playing a medley of songs from The Phantom of the Opera. Since it’s primarily the melodies and not one of the orchestral pieces from her performance later (I don’t think), we can assume she’s just playing it for herself (which is nice! good on you, Vanya).

Maybe she’s never seen the play and just likes the score, but for purposes here, let’s assume she’s familiar with it.

You can tell a lot about a person by the stories they connect with (for example, I like TUA because I like fun sibling dynamics, found family, music, and being sad). And I think that it makes sense that The Phantom of the Opera would be a story that resonates with Vanya. The overlooked chorus girl finds power in music, and, after years in the background, is finally given a chance to show how special she is.

So, yeah. I don’t think it’s outside the realm of possibility that Vanya sees herself as Christine. There are some discrepancies, sure, but this is Vanya’s self-narrative, which we learn pretty much immediately is unreliable. (Love her, but it’s true.) And if Vanya is Christine, then we can try and tap into her perspective to look at some other characters.

Anyways remember Carlotta (the prima donna opera singer who always got the spotlight and tried to destroy everything good that happened to Christine because she felt threatened that someone might be as good/better than her whose entire personality and role in the story I just summarized, rendering my plot recap useless)? Carlotta is how Vanya views Allison. (Kind of all her siblings, but her relationship with Allison is the most important here.)

Think about the scene in the cabin?

“You couldn’t risk me threatening your place in the house! You couldn’t handle the fact that Dad might find me special!” - Vanya, having a mental breakdown.

This always struck me as an interesting accusation to throw, since prior to this moment, I don’t think there was any indication that Allison had ever felt threatened by Vanya. She excluded her, sure, and wasn’t super friendly at times, but the idea that Allison has been pulling strings to keep Vanya out of her spotlight is new. But that is exactly the role Carlotta plays in Phantom.

Fun fact! At one point in the musical, the Phantom enchants Carlotta so that she loses her voice right before coming on stage.

Part Three: The Phantom of the Opera is there

So based on everything I’ve said so far, the most straightforward reading is then, that Leonard Peabody/Harold Jenkins (who for purposes here I’ll call Leonard) is the stand in for the Phantom, which works... really well. Both in helping to understand Vanya and also because it foreshadows the twist of season one in a really cool way.

So, the Phantom appears to Christine first not as an enemy, but as a friend and teacher, who encourages her to be more confident in her abilities. He trains her to develop her singing ability. While the teacher-student dynamic is actually inverted initially with Vanya and Leonard, from the get go, he is showering her with compliments, encouraging her to be confident in her abilities, and, at least on the surface, supporting her in a way she hasn’t been supported before (he’s a trash human but an expert manipulator).

But, in the play, the Phantom is also very possessive over Christine and her power (er, I mean voice). He also is perfectly willing to kill and/or hurt people who he views as standing in the way of Christine and her success (see the aforementioned Carlotta incident). Which is exactly what Leonard does to Vanya. He kills the first chair violinist to help her get it, and orchestrates a whole master plan to get her to reveal her powers on his terms.

Even the part where he starts “training” her to use her powers kind of resembles the second act of the play. The Phantom wrote a play for Christine and she’s going to star in it, whether she wants to or not.

(One could even make the argument of the parallels between Christine believing the Phantom was sent by her father to teach her and Leonard showing up because of his revenge scheme against Vanya’s father, but I honestly don’t have much support for that.)

Part Three: Two Conflicting Narratives

So, as you might’ve noticed, I sort of have two different threads of analysis going on right now. 1) The Phantom of the Opera parallel is part of Vanya’s self-narrative and in it she mischaracterizes Allison, making her more suspicious of her motivations and 2) Leonard Peabody is clearly the Phantom and doesn’t bother being subtle about it. I hope that I’ve been convincing (or at least intriguing) for you to get to this point, because here is where they come together.

Vanya has this parallel going, but she doesn’t see Leonard as the Phantom. In the beginning at least, he’s her Raoul. If I had to guess, I’d say Reginald Hargreeves is the Phantom in Vanya’s self-narrative (says he’ll train her but wants to manipulate her and keep her locked away for himself, strict teacher who doesn’t really care about her well being, wearing a mask to appear more normal/human... she wouldn’t exactly be wrong). Leonard, on the other hand, is Vanya’s supporter. He validates her, and believes in her, and taker her side when Carlotta and the opera house owners (er, the rest of the Hargreeves children) gang up on her and conspire to keep her out.

This is all building to, of course, the final confrontation. The Phantom says Christine has to pick one or the other. When Allison comes to talk to Vanya, Vanya feels as if she’s been given an ultimatum and lashes out.

And that’s where everything (including this parallel) starts to crumble.

(I honestly don’t know a lot about the other characters and how they fit in. I suppose we could have Five = Raoul if we ignore romance plot and focus on the childhood friend that hasn’t been seen in a while angle? And maybe also Pogo = Madame Giry. Vanya doesn’t really have any friends to be Meg.)

Part Four: It’s All About the Moon

So that is kind of the gist of The Phantom of the Opera as a window into Vanya’s self-narrative theory, but there are a couple of other loosely related ideas I thought I might as well bring up since this thing is already ridiculously long.

Remember how I mentioned the chandelier is like, THE scene from The Phantom of the Opera back in part one, and said it’d be relevant later? Bringing that back now, because I’m going to pull a Luther and connect everything to the moon.

So, to get the obvious out of the way, the moon exploding and the chandelier coming crashing to the stage are similar because something falls, breaks into a bunch of pieces, destroys a bunch of stuff, and creates a powerful and memorable image to close off before an act/season break (the next installment of which begins with a time jump).

Additionally, it’s worth mentioning that The Phantom of the Opera is told out of order. The opening scene shows a grown up Raoul at an auction for the items left behind after the opera house closes, and it switches to the past as the remains of the chandelier rise upwards to the ceiling, Phantom’s theme swelling (it’s a really cool moment, tbh). Following the prologue of The Umbrella Academy, we switch to the present with two images: Vanya alone on the stage, and then Luther alone on the moon. Which has a kind of symmetry that might mean nothing, but is still kind of cool.

(Also the item that Raoul buys from the auction is a music box with a monkey crashing symbols on top of it. Which might mean nothing.)

Part Five: How is she STILL talking about this? (AKA Conclusion)

To be honest, this is more a very tangled “things I noticed and thought were interesting” discussion than a formal essay with any clear thesis. While there is a chance that this was all coincidental and I’ve gone full Pepe Sylvia, the music selection in The Umbrella Academy is one of the things that they seem to be really deliberate about.

I would love to chat with anyone about this theory, so feel free to reach out in the notes or message me! My inbox is always open. Much love, and thank you for reading, if you got this far! ❤️

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dolce-peach · 4 years

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Hi! I really like your mcu fanfiction! Could you do a fanfic where the reader is an avenger and loves to paint and daydream and once she first meets Loki she falls head over heels and secrets dreams abt him and sketches and paints his portraits and he finds out. Hope you have a good rest of your day :)

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pairing: loki x avenger!reader

warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff oml

a/n: honestly this was the fluff i needed to write in the midst of my sad life 😂😭 hope you guys like it!

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Once again, you got carried away sketching on your paperwork. This time, it was Steve and Tony arguing over something petty while the mission meeting progressed. You leaned into your arm, your pen pretty much moving on its own.

“Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted,” Steve started as he sent a playful glare at Tony, “does everyone understand their role?”

Everyone nodded.

You continued shading in various parts of the quick sketch, further capturing lifelike qualities. The annoyance in Steve’s gaze. The defiance in Tony’s eyes.

“Y/N?”

You looked up, setting your pen down. “Sorry. Yeah?”

“Do you understand your role for the mission?” Steve repeated.

You sent an apologetic smile. “Aye, Cap’n.”

As the meeting ended, you collected your strewn papers with slight embarrassment. It wasn’t the first time you were caught with your head completely in the clouds.

You couldn’t help it. Sketching helped you concentrate, as strange as that sounded, and when you had time, painting helped you take your mind off of things. Healthy extracurricular activities that were relaxing were hard to come by, especially for a combat and stealth agent like yourself.

You made your way back to the common room, where everyone was crowding around Thor and someone else.

“Thor, you can’t just bring him here,” Steve said.

Tony snorted. “Yeah, what if he destroys half of New York again? Guess who’d have to clean that up? Me.”

“Oh, please,” Natasha groaned, rolling her eyes. “You give yourself way too much credit.”

“No offense, but I’m not a big fan,” Clint said, eyeing the newcomer anxiously.

Bruce cowered behind Clint. “Me too.”

“Of who?” you asked.

Everyone turned to see you standing there, your curiosity piqued. They slowly backed away, revealing someone you’ve only heard about.

“Loki,” you breathed.

He stood in all his godly glory, adorned in his green and black robes, hints of gold making everything vivid. He stood tall over you, making you shrink a bit at his bravado.

He smirked. “That would be me.” His eyes scanned you. “And who might you be?”

“Y/N.”

“And she can kick your ass,” Tony added helpfully.

Steve sent a warning look. “Language.”

Tony held his hands up in defeat, everyone laughing.

Loki kept his eyes on you with interest. You had to break away from his intense gaze, or you felt you might be eaten alive.

When you got done with training that day, you found yourself sitting on the balcony overlooking the night streets. You were snuggled up in a thick sweatshirt with your pencil and sketchbook.

You sighed happily.

If you had to describe your ideal night, it would be this. No missions to complete. No errands to run. No one to meet or please.

Just you and your imagination.

As per usual, you let your pencil draw for itself.

You smiled a bit to yourself, seeing the rough shapes coming together to form Loki’s structure. You began putting some fine lines in before shading ever so softly.

You’d been thinking about him the entire day. Other than the mischievous look in his eyes, he hardly seemed like the egotistic maniac who destroyed most of New York. Instead he looked gentle and reserved, taking in the world quietly, all while perhaps having a slightly sadistic sense of humor.

You shook your head. You didn’t care what the others had to say about him. You were determined to get to know him while he was here with Thor.

With your head full and your heart satisfied, you decided to brew yourself a cup of tea before heading back inside to retire for the night.

You filled the kettle and started the stove. You nearly jumped when you heard the fridge open behind you.

“Do all you humans drink such revolting liquid?” Loki asked, holding up a can of soda.

“Depends on what brand you drink,” you answered. “Would you like tea?”

He paused. “Yes, please.”

As he put the soda can back, you reached for two cups in the cupboard and scooped some non-caffeinated tea into a couple strainer balls. You placed them in the cups and carefully poured the boiling water, watching it swirl and change colors.

When it finished brewing, you removed the strainers and slid Loki a cup across the kitchen counter.

“Thank you,” came his quiet response.

You grinned. “No problem.”

You sipped your tea, and looked at him again before laughing.

He blushed. “What’s so funny?” he asked defensively.

“Nothing!” you laughed. “I just never expected to see a god in sweatpants and a t-shirt.”

“Well, it’s quite comfortable,” Loki argued. “And you didn’t expect me to stay dressed like that all the time, did you?”

“I suppose not,” you said, leaning against the counter.

It was quiet as the two of you finished your cups of tea. You took his empty cup and rinsed it in the sink.

You smiled to yourself. He really isn’t as bad as everyone says he is.

He stood awkwardly against the counter. “Um, thank you again.”

You shook your head. “Anytime.”

“Why are you being so kind to me?”

You blinked. “Hm?”

“Well...” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Usually people scream or glare or something. They think I’ll kill them the next instant or freeze them forever.”

“I don’t think you’re so bad,” you said. “Misunderstood, yes, but you’re not a bad guy.”

A blush colored his cheeks as he looked away.

“Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow, Loki,” you said with a smile.

He snapped out of his momentary daze. “Yeah. Have a good night...Y/N.”

As you began walking away, you couldn’t help but widen your smile, feeling your heart beating a bit harder.

The next week was utterly exhausting. Each of you used your abilities to the very max hunting down Hydra bases and the likes.

Having Loki fight with you all was strange for everyone. The Avengers always made sure to keep him in check, but you had no doubts about his loyalty, especially as you got to know him more.

There were also things unseen and unsaid.

You’d often catch him stealing glances at you, and you didn’t mind at all. It was almost like he was afraid you were going to disappear.

He’d come up to your room late at night with a cup of tea and stay into the early hours of the morning. Sometimes you’d talk, and sometimes you just watched the cars move up and down the street.

You’d become best friends with the god of mischief.

It wasn’t until you started dreaming about him that you discovered you were also in love with him.

Loki became your sole subject for your sketches. You loved capturing his many different expressions, especially the looks of varying annoyance.

Eventually, you gathered enough courage to begin a painted portrait of him. You were determined to show everyone how you saw him: vivid, charming, lovely, protective.

You used so many colors, a color for each bit of life in his expression.

As you painted, you got so lost in what you were doing, you didn’t hear Loki walk in behind you.

He silently studied you painting for a few minutes, taking it all in.

“What are you doing?”

“Jesus!” you yelped, nearly dropping your brush. Your cheeks grew hot as you tried to cover your work. “N-nothing!”

Loki laughed, catching you off guard. “I’ve been watching you the past few minutes.”

“Really?” you squeaked. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You looked like you were concentrating. I didn’t want to interrupt,” he said. “And I was enjoying watching you work.”

At this point, you were a red tomato. You had no idea why you were freaking out so much. It was just a painting of a friend.

A friend you wanted to be something more to.

“I’m flattered,” he continued. He eyed the sketches of himself strewn all over your desk. “You drew more?”

“Yeah, but they’re not much...” you trailed off as you shuffled them around a bit. “I mean, it’s just a relaxing hobby of mine...”

He carefully picked up some pieces, his eyes filled with admiration. “These are really amazing, Y/N.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course!” He furrowed his eyebrows. “But why me?”

“What do you mean?”

He nodded. “Wouldn’t it be nicer to sketch someone like my brother? Or one of your Earth friends?”

“I guess, but they’re not you.”

You were your reddest, if that was even possible at that point.

Loki took a moment before smiling. “If you insist.” He let out a small laugh. “If you want, I could model for you some time.”

Your eyes sparkled. “Really?”

He played with your hair.

“Anything for you.”

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gilligangoodfellow · 3 years

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Bracelet

@witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo Prompt:Doppler / Lookalike Relationships: Dudu & Dandelion & Priscilla. (Also non-con Whoreson Junior / Dudu) Rating: E Content Warnings: Rape / Non Con. Dead Dove. Non-Consensual Bondage. Non-Consensual Spanking. Beating. Whoreson Junior. Also Non-sexual Age play Doppler style (I repeat, Non Sexual) and Found Family

Summary: Whoreson Junior uses Dudu to live out his sick fantasies, punishing those who took everything from him. Abusing them over and over while they beg for him to stop, and a bracelet means they can’t escape.

Afterwards, Dudu lives a gentle fantasy of his own. One full of innocence and safety, and a bracelet means his abilities can never be used against him ever again.

Dudu is naked, strapped spread eagle and face down on the bed, if the word ‘bed’ is correct for the threadbare, scratchy ledge he is tied to.

Whoreson Junior grins, and Dudu tries not to think about what has been happening to his body.

What is going to happen.

“No.” Dudu begs. “Not again, please.”

“Dandelion.” Whoreson Junior spits. “And be quick about it, freak.”

“No.”

A knife is held against Dudu’s eye.

“Dandelion.”

He does not fight. He has to survive.

“So...um…Dudu.” Dandelion, clearly flustered, puts a hand against the back of his head. “Priscilla and I have something to tell you.” He looks at Priscilla, who smiles back at him, positively glowing as she turns from Dandelion to their friend.

It doesn’t take long for Dudu to put two and two together, crying out as he launches his halfling form straight into Priscilla’s arms.

She sits down on the chair behind her, laughing with him.

“Congratulations.” Dudu slides down to the floor. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“I don’t even think the gods know that yet, Dudu.” Priscilla says.

The Doppler nods. “What are you hoping for?”

She looks at Dandelion. “A daughter.”

“Someone you can spoil with pretty dresses.” He chuckles, and Priscilla reaches up, holding the bard’s hand.

“But we honestly don’t mind.” Priscilla says, turning back to Dudu.

“We’ve actually known about the baby for a while.” Dandelion says. “But we wanted to wait a few weeks before telling people. Just...just in case...”

“But we saw the healer this morning, and everything is...Dudu?”

The halfling is crying.

“Hey?” Priscilla kneels in front of her friend, holding his shoulders.

“I can hear the heart beating.” He points at his ears, and Priscilla chuckles as she pulls him into another hug, looking up with a smile when Dandelion rests a hand on her shoulder.

He does not fight. He has to survive.

Dandelion is naked, strapped spread eagle and face down on the bed, if the word ‘bed’ is correct for the threadbare, scratchy ledge he is tied to.

His single eye is blinded by tears. He can feel the metal of the handcuffs cutting into his skin. He focuses on it. Focuses on the bruises decorating his wrists and hands, on how his little finger has started to tingle. He focuses on the material of the pillow his face is pressed into, how it smells of sweat and something coppery that he doesn’t want to think about.

But he does think about it. Maybe it’s blood. Or a potion residue...

Anything to not think about what is happening to his body. Who is inside his body.

He cries out as a sensation strikes him from just below his spine.

“Shut the fuck up.” Whoreson Junior shouts between pants. “Fucking think you’re better than me. Took the Rosemary. That brothel was mine. Fucking MINE. but you tricked father.” He thrusts harshly, and Dandelion moans. “Tricked him into thinking you deserved it. Lied. Admit it. Admit it!”

“I...I...argh...I lied.”

“Louder.”

“I LIED.” Dandelion cries out as fingers dig into his shoulders, scratching up to his wrists. One hand clasping over the beautiful green bracelet decorated with yellow flowers.

It’s enchanted. He can’t control the change.

Dandelion stands with a wine goblet in his hand, two hollow eyes completely focused on the embers of the fireplace.

“Pappa?”

He smiles as he looks down at the tiny girl.

“I drew Mamma.” The child holds up a drawing. A smiling stick figure with yellow lines coming out of her head.

“That is perfect, Essi.” He takes the drawing. “Your Mamma will love it. Let’s hang it above the fireplace, shall we. Then she’ll see it when she gets back.”

Essi watches the picture being put up with all the excitement and pride of a debuting artist, and Dandelion quickly lifts her into his arms when he is done, so that they can study her masterpiece together.

“Do you really think Mamma will love it?” She rests her head against his shoulder.

“More than anything.”

“More than apples?”

“More than apples.”

“More than puppies?”

“More than puppies.”

“More than cakes?”

Dandelion chuckles, and shifts the child so that she is facing him.

“Why are you crying, Pappa?”

“Am I?” Dandelion wipes at his eyes. “Oh...I was just thinking about an old friend.”

“Oh.” Essi looks down. “Do you want him to come back?”

“No.” Dandelion whispers. “Not until he feels ready.”

“Knock knock.” Says a bright voice from the entrance to the room. “Apologies, Dandelion. Polly let me in.”

“Elihal.” Dandelion lowers his daughter to the floor and welcomes the tailor with a kiss to his cheek. “What brings you here?”

“A flying visit.” Elihal holds up the package he is holding. “Your wife’s commission.”

“Your dress is really pretty.” Essi says.

“Well then, perhaps you should have a pretty dress of your very own.” Elihal gives the package to Essi, whose single eye widens as she tears straight into the paper, smiling at the beautiful green dress that falls open in front of her.

“What do you say, Essi?” Dandelion smiles.

“Thank you, Mr Elihal.”

“My pleasure.” Elihal bows his head. “Green to match your bracelet.” He points at the jewellry.

Essi screams, slamming her hand over the bracelet and dropping the dress to do so.

“Essi, shhh.” Dandelion says, kneeling in front of her. “Shh. No one is going to take it off you. I promise.”

“Dandelion...I…”

“It’s alright, Elihal.” He smiles, and picks up the dress. “No one is ever going to remove your bracelet. Not unless you ask. I promise.”

Essi sniffs.

“Now, why don’t you try your new dress on? So Mr Elihal can make sure it fits.”

Essi nods. “And then I can wear it to school tomorrow.”

“It’s a party dress, Sweetest.”

“Now now, Julian.” Elihal scolds, lightly. “Marabella’s institution could use a bit of class, don’t you think? And who better than a Pankratz”

Later, Dandelion and Priscilla tuck their daughter into bed.

The green dress hangs on the door. Ready for school tomorrow. And matching the green bracelet around Essi’s wrist, decorated with yellow flowers

“It’s beautiful.” Priscilla says.

“Yes. Elihal did a…” Dandelion turns, and realises that Priscilla isn’t looking at the dress.

She is holding a drawing in her trembling hands.

“Dandelion?” She looks at him, and he hugs her tightly as she cries.

He does not fight. He has to survive.

Dandelion feels Whoreson Junior slide off of his back. He feels the meagre contents of his stomach slide up his throat. He feels Whoreson Junior’s fingers scratch down the back of his legs, and one of the cuffs holding his ankles is removed.

Dandelion can’t help crying out against the strain as his abused body is twisted onto its back, forcing his arms to stretch and cross above his head, metal scratching as the wrists turn in the cuffs. His back arches slightly.

The ankle cuff is replaced and the fingers scratch back up, stopping to stroke Dandelion for a few moments while the bard squirms and begs “Stop. No more.” without any hope of being granted his wish. Then the burning trail moves up his arm to the green bracelet decorated with yellow flowers.

Whoreson Junior removes it. “Cirilla.”

“No.” Dandelion swallows. “No. Please. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m...”

“I said…” And Whoreson Junior holds the knife to Dandelion’s throat. “Cirilla.”

He does not fight. He has to survive.

Dandelion’s hands become delicate, nails painted a beautiful purple Ciri found that matches her mother’s eyes.

Ciri is naked, strapped face up on the bed, if the word ‘bed’ is correct for the threadbare, scratchy ledge she is tied to.

“I’m sorry.” She sobs as Whoreson Junior climbs back into the bed, giggling like the insane man he is. “Please.”

“Going to make you scream, you whore.” He puts the bracelet around Ciri’s wrist. A beautiful green bracelet decorated with yellow flowers.

It’s enchanted. She can’t control the change.

“Took everything from me. You destroyed everything, you little BITCH.”

She does not fight. She has to survive.

Ciri turns her head to the side, single eye closed, and grasps at faded memories of happier times. Tries not to think about what is happening to her body. About the fingers scratching down and down towards...

“Gonna make you scream!”

“One world had huge, tall buildings filled with magic lights.” Ciri smiles as she sits on the bed, holding Essi’s hand. “And they were every colour you can think of, and powered by lightning. Like from the sky.”

Essi smiles as Ciri pulls the blanket up over her, tucking her in.

“And there were carts that could move on their own, without horses. And some could fly like birds.”

“Did you ride one?”

“I did, and I got to control one as well. And there were boxes that made music. I’ll bring you one back, next time I visit.”

“Can I go with you?”

“When you’re...older.” A war of emotion crosses Ciri’s face, and she swallows before masking everything with a smile. “When you are all grown up, I will take you to all of the worlds.”

“I hope I grow up quickly.”

“Well, do you know what helps little girls grow up faster? Getting lots of sleep.” Ciri strokes her hair. “Goodnight.”

“Aunt Ciri...will you stay?”

“Of course.”

“Will you kill the monster, if it finds me?”

Ciri nods.

The green dress hangs on the door. Ready for school tomorrow.

Geralt is naked, strapped face up on the bed, if the word ‘bed’ is correct for the threadbare, scratchy ledge he is tied to.

He wears a beautiful green bracelet decorated with yellow flowers. Enchanted. To stop him from controlling the change.

Knuckles strike his chin, and Geralt grits his teeth so fast that he pulls at his throat.

The same knuckles punch into his stomach, winding him.

“Wasting my time, Junior.” Whoreson Junior says in a mocking voice. Another punch. “I need details.” Another punch. “I’ll give you fucking details, you flunky.”

Another punch to his head. Another to his stomach. His shins.

“I’m sorry. Please.” Geralt’s head hurts. His lungs burn. His single eye is fogged.

If Geralt was human, he would be dead by now.

He does not fight. He has to survive.

Another punch to the stomach, and then Whoreson Junior is on top of him.

The strange box is powered by odd orange gems that Ciri tells Essi not to touch. When they press a button, the devices inside move, and music comes out.

Essi has to keep the box a secret, because Aunt Ciri told her to. But Aunt Ciri said that she’s allowed to show it to her parents. And she is allowed to show Uncle Geralt.

“This is music from something called a guitar.” Essi says. “Aunt Ciri said it's like a ‘rocker’ lute.”

“It sounds...interesting.” Geralt nods.

“Certainly one word for it.” Priscilla chuckles as she takes the box from Essi. “You can listen to more tomorrow. Sleep now.”

“Will you stay, Uncle Geralt? In case the monster comes.”

Priscilla has her back to them now, lowering the box on the table as she looks straight ahead, focused on a spot on the wall.

“The monster is dead, Essi.” Geralt sits on the edge of the bed. “It attacked and...hurt...someone who is a very good friend to me and your parents. And it was hurting lots of other people as well. So I killed it.”

Essi sits up. “How?”

Geralt shakes his head. “I…”

“Don’t spare a detail.” Priscilla turns back round, face hard, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Tell her exactly what you did to that beast.”

Geralt looks back at Essi. “I ran it through with my silver sword.”

“Because silver is for monsters.” Priscilla spits.

“And then I used my fire magic until nothing was left but ash.” Geralt leans forward. “So that it will never hurt anyone ever again.”

“And the world is better for it.” Priscilla mutters.

Essi hugs a pillow to her chest. “And you saved your friend.”

Priscilla sniffs, rubbing at her eyes.

“Yes.” Geralt shakes his head. “But the monster had hurt him badly. So he had to go away for a while.”

“Can I have a cuddle?”

Priscilla holds a hand over her mouth to muffle her sobs, watching as Geralt leans forward to wrap his arms around the little girl, while she hugs him back.

Later, Geralt tucks the sleeping Essi back into bed, and a green dress hangs on the door. Ready for school tomorrow.

“I’m sorry.”

“Shhh. It wasn’t your fault.”

Whoreson Junior is naked, strapped spread eagle and face down on the bed, if the word ‘bed’ is correct for the threadbare, scratchy ledge he is tied to.

A Whoreson Junior with two eyes gently washes the exhausted and abused body of his lookalike.

“It wasn’t your fault. They did this to you. Took everything. Left you with nothing. Nothing. Bastards and bitches. Fucking cunts, the lot of them.

“They took everything.” Whoreson Junior throws the cloth to one side. “And you let them.” The belt strikes down on the broken flesh of his lookalike’s buttock, again and again. “Weak. Stupid.”

He does not fight. He doesn’t have the strength.

The green bracelet is decorated with yellow flowers. It stops him from controlling the change.

“Fucking useless.” Strike. “Bastard. Whoreson.” Strike. “Piece of shit.”

“I’m sorry. I’m…”

He does not fight. Even though he does not want to survive.

“Shut the FUCK up!” The belt crashes down, splitting the skin.

Doppler’s heal fast. The wounds will be gone tomorrow. But tomorrow is very far away. And tomorrow will make new wounds to replace them. Like yesterday. And the day before...

“Dandelion.”

“Cirilla.”

“Stop. Please.”

“Geralt.”

“No more.”

“Dandelion.”

“Cirilla.”

“Stop.”

“I’m sorry.”

Dudu is naked, strapped face down on the bed, if the word ‘bed’ is correct for the threadbare, scratchy ledge he is tied to.

Dudu wants to die.

Dudu wants to hide.

Dudu is sorry.

The ashes of Whoreson Junior spread across the floor. Dandelion removes the restraints.

“No.” Dudu stares at the wall. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Dudu?” Dandelion takes his hand. A blanket covers his broken body.

“No more. Please.”

Dudu wants to hide. To become lost in a world that is safe. Where he can forget everything. Be innocent. Carefree. A child who is too young to yet know how dark the Continent can be.

One last change.

And then use the bracelet to stay there forever. So his abilities can never be used against him ever again.

“Dudu, will that help you to feel safe.” Priscilla holds the blanket wrapped halfling in her lap. Dandelion’s hand rests on the halfling’s cheek.

And Dudu nods, looking down as he sobs.

Dandelion pats his cheek. “Priscilla?”

She nods, before pressing her face against the weeping halfling’s crown.

“Dudu, if that’s what you need to do, then do it.” Dandelion takes hold of his hand. “And you will want for nothing, I promise. We will look after you.”

“Take care of you.” Priscilla sobs. “Love you.”

Dudu looks at her. “The bracelet…”

“Will go back on. As soon as you’ve changed.” Priscilla nods.

“And no one will take it off except you.” Dandelion says. “You’re in control of this. Of everything.”

“And this lasts as long as you need it to.” Priscilla says. “We will give the child a good life, I promise. Be it days. Months. Years.”

“The child, Dudu?” Dandelion asks. “Do you want to use your name, or a different one?”

“I don’t want to be me anymore.” Dudu sobs. “I don’t want to be me anymore.”

“Okay. Okay. Shh. Be someone else.” Priscilla hugs him closer. “Be someone else. We’ll look after them.”

Dudu closes his eye.

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

“I don’t even think the gods know that yet, Dudu.” Priscilla says.

The Doppler nods. “What are you hoping for?”

She looks at Dandelion. “A daughter.”

The eye opens again.

“A little girl.” Priscilla smiles. “Essi?”

“Essi.” Dandelion nods.

Priscilla runs a gentle hand through her daughter’s long blond hair. “Hello, Essi.”

“You’re safe now, Sweetest.” Dandelion puts the bracelet around his daughter’s wrist. Green. Decorated with yellow flowers.

“Your Momma and Pappa have you.” Priscilla says.

It is a warm day, and the family is sitting on a blanket in one of the fields outside Novigrad. Everything is ready for harvest, and the smell of fresh crop and autumn surrounds them as they enjoy a lunch of dumplings from Hattori and fish from the market.

Elihal made a beautiful outfit for Essi, perfect for running in fields.

Now covered in mud and leaves, Essi sits in her mother’s lap and shows off her reading.

“Miss Marabella says I’m top of the class.”

“Well done.” Priscilla kisses her temple. “My clever little girl. You get that from your father.”

“With a healthy dose of your mother’s intelligence to match it.” Dandelion says.

“Can I teach the baby to read when they are born?”

“Of course.” Dandelion smiles. “Although they will be too little at first, Essi. You’ll need to read to them to begin with.”

“I can do that.” Essi curls up against her mother, her ear over her stomach. “I’m going to be the best big sister. Uncle Lambert said so.”

“Well, if Uncle Lambert said so, it must be true.” Priscilla chuckles.

“I can hear the heart beating.” She sits up. “What’s its name, Momma?”

“Thomas if it is a boy, after my father.” Priscilla smiles. “And if it is a girl…Anarietta. After a friend of Pappa’s from Toussaint.”

Dandelion’s eyes widen over the top of his wine goblet.

He coughs. “You want to name our daughter after my former…”

“Of course.” Priscilla grins. “The strategy should keep us in names for a while.”

“How many children are we having?”

Priscilla winks, and then smiles at Essi, now yawning as she curls up against her mother.

Priscilla and Dandelion rest their foreheads together, embracing around their daughter and unborn child.

Dandelion and Priscilla stir as the sound of the baby’s cries reach them.

“Dandelion, Anarietta is awake.” Priscilla is still half asleep.

“And it’s my turn.” Dandelion says around a yawn.

“There’s milk in her night stand.” Priscilla turns onto her side, eyes still closed. “If she won’t take it, bring her back here.”

“I’m sure we’ll be…”

And the crying suddenly stops.

“Julian?” Priscilla, now wide awake, sits up and out of the bed. Her husband reaches for the poker that they use in the fireplace before opening the door.

“Stay behind me.” Dandelion’s heart thunders in his chest, but he slowly crosses the hallway to Anarietta’s room, noticing as they pass that Essi’s door is open, and the bed empty.

“Essi?” Priscilla picks up the empty child’s nightgown from the floor.

And they can hear singing, from Anarietta’s room.

The halfling is dressed in a simple, but well padded outfit, the perfect cushion for the tiny baby in his curled arm. He sings to her as he holds the bottle. No lyrics, just gentle vocal sounds.

“Dudu?” Priscilla is as good as whispering the name.

Dudu looks up quickly, mouth a thin line.

“I...I...I didn’t want to be you and confuse her. And Essi is too young to hold her alone and...”

“It’s alright, Dudu.” Dandelion smiles as he crouches down in front of the halfling. “Look. She likes you.”

Anarietta suckles at the bottle, cornflower blue eyes focused on the halfling holding her and clearly as content as any being can be.

The bottle empties, and Dandelion gently encourages the baby to rest against Dudu’s shoulder, directing the halfling to rub her back with firm strokes.

Anarietta burps, and Priscilla giggles.

“Oh, very ladylike.” She says to the baby.

Dudu carefully hands Anarietta to her mother, and the baby is laid back in her cot, already asleep.

“She should be Essi. That was supposed to be her name, wasn’t it?”

“Nonsense.” Dandelion says, taking Dudu’s hand. “She has the name her parents gave her. And so does Essi.”

Dudu’s fingers tighten around Dandelion’s, the grip desperate. Like a falling man grabbing at a rope.

“I’m sorry.”

“Dudu, you have nothing to apologise for.” Priscilla crouches beside him, her hand on his knee. “We agreed, remember. We want to do this with you.”

“To be here for you.” Dandelion rests a hand on Dudu’s cheek. “To help you feel safe. Is it helping?”

Dudu’s single eye widens, and he nods.

“Then it causes no harm.” Priscilla takes his other hand. “We love looking after Essi. And if it helps, think of it like this. In a way, Dudu, you’re helping us too. Helping us practice how to be good parents for Anarietta.”

“I...I am?” Dudu looks at the floor, single eye filled with enough sorrow for two.

“I look at Anarietta.” Dandelion indicates the sleeping baby with a nod. “And I know, without a doubt, that I would die for my little girls.” Dandelion says. “That nothing is more important to me now, than my family?”

Priscilla nods.

“And that includes you, our dear friend.”

Dudu collapses into his arms, sobs shaking his body as he empties his sorrows against the bard’s shoulders, Priscilla quietly rubbing his back.

“Our dear, dear friend.” Dandelion repeats.

“I know he’s dead but...I still...it’s like he’ll find me. Any second. It’s like he’s in my head...”

“I know.” Priscilla knows. Knows the nights of every sound being an attacker. Of every street corner being a dark hiding place for an attacker. Of every laugh and jeer being an attacker. “But you have your family with you.”

Dudu nods, and Dandelion rocks him slightly, whispering gentle words into the halfling’s ear.

“Do you want to talk? About what happened?”

Dudu shakes his head.

“That’s okay.” Dandelion kisses the side of his head.

“Please…” Dudu pushes back. “I’m not ready to stop yet. Pl...”

“You don’t have to.” Priscilla says. “It’s okay. We will be here. All of us.”

“And we’ll be here when you are ready.”

Dudu looks down at his wrist, and slowly removes the bracelet.

Dandelion and Priscilla work together to dress their daughter in a fresh nightgown. Then Priscilla combs and plats Essi’s long, blond hair before tucking her into her bed.

A beautiful green dress hangs on the door, ready for school tomorrow. And next to it is another. Cornflower blue to match a little girl’s single eye.

Essi is careful when she wears them. She wants them to stay beautiful, so that Momma can give them to Anarietta one day.

She runs up to Momma, and hands her a drawing of their family.

“Oh it’s beautiful.” Priscilla says. “Thank you. Essi...”

The child looks up.

“You’re not wearing your bracelet today...”

#wrsb #writing #See Content Warnings #Please #Rated: E

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dangan-happy · 3 years

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give me back my glitter, monomi!!!

hi mods, i hope things are doing well for all of you.. i don't usually do things like this, but I'm desperate, i guess. i don't really have anyone to go to. i DO have online friends, but they're already busy with their own problems and i don't want to make it worse.

since lockdown and online school started, my executive dysfunction is getting worse. i keep submit my assignments past due date. it's so hard for me to start working for some reason... especially past the due dates. i usually had my energy and motivation in this kind of stuff after some time recovering (even though it took months...), but after almost a year, i just can't seem to grasp that energy and motivation anymore. the feeling of overwhelm and fear keeps holding me back.

my parents don't help either. they keep me up until 12 or 1 am almost every nights doing extra chores. I'm more focused at nights, so i feel exhausted and passed out the whole day most of the time. if i tell them i have assignments to do, no matter how important it is, they would get angry and threaten to punish me by taking my devices away (which is not good bc i need them for school).

i did ask for help in a server i used to be in, they said sleeping, showering, and taking walks would help. but I'm not allowed to go outside, and if I *do* sleep, I don't have much time for assignments except for chores given by my parents. showering and pacing around my room wont help either. and if i DO get time to do my assignments, i would be scared and doubting to do it and find myself staring blankly at the wall for a long time.

i can't even do my own hobbies like drawing and reading novels because i keep worrying about my assignments!!!! but like i said before.. it's so hard to start working and stay focused. i tried so hard, but i keep blanking out.. and my hands refused to work. i swear, i really tried and i HATE being not able to work like any other normal students.

I'm scared for my future. my grades decide for my future and my family depend on it. I'm very close on graduating highschool. I'm the oldest child of two, yet I'm not showing a good example infront of my younger brother (who is 7 btw). I swear I'm trying to be a better person, not just for my family but also for myself.... I want to work hard, I want to be a good student like I used to be but I find it very difficult. I feel so alone.

that's all i could remember in my mind. thinking about it in more details make me feel horrible. i wouldn't ask for advices because i doubt they could help me anymore (although the efforts would be appreciated), but may i ask for encouragement from komaeda, rantaro and/or taichi fujisaki? (if all three can't make it, then I'll ask for taichi only instead if that's no trouble) i keep feeling about giving up and i don't want that. maybe a little push? my English isnt my main language, i hope i make sense. thaank you and have a nice day!

H-Holy moly with a side of macaroni, kiddo. That’s a huge plateful right there; you truly have been going through a lot, huh? Don’t worry about your English, by the way; for it not being your main language, you did a great job! Phew, for a moment there, I was almost ready to program some advice. Heh, see what I did there, kiddo? A-Anyway, I’m just glad you spoke up about just wanting some encouragement and a bit of a push instead. I hope a average programmer like myself can do just that.

Kiddo, I acknowledge that things are really rough for you right now. I-It probably feels like you’re up against this huge computer virus that you can’t seem to destroy or shake off. O-Okay, that was sort of a bad, bias metaphor, so I’ll say something else. It... I-It probably feels like despair; despair that might feel too overwhelming for you. But while I may know more about programming than anything else first, I do know something else that isn’t related to programming, and that is: You can and will get through this. I-I believe in the power of hope, and you should, too! I have hope in you, kiddo, and I mean that. I have hope that you’ll be able to fix your academic issues; hope that you’ll continue to work hard and better yourself as a individual; hope that you’ll succeed and show others just how talented you truly are. Of course, I know you didn’t ask for advice, b-but just keep in mind that if you ever need to confide in someone, please confide in someone. Don’t hold it all in. Whether it be me, someone else on this blog, or someone else entirely in your life, just try not to bottle it all up, o-okay?

I see a bright, hopeful future for you, kiddo. I-I’m serious! I’m more serious than when I finished my most recent programming project last minute, and that project was... a rather important, huge one. L-Like I said, things are rough right now, but that doesn’t determine your future. As long as you try your best, th-then what more can anyone ask for? I-I only ask for the best from my child, and so, the same goes for you, too, kiddo. J-Just do your best to stay on the side of hope, and keep your head held up high. I’ll even help you with gaining some hope of your own, if you want.

I-I know you didn’t ask for one, but if hugs count as giving you a little push, then mind if I give you one, kiddo? Y-You deserve it for having to deal with this much despair and fighting back against it. I hope some of this made you feel better and gave you what you wanted. I’ll be on my computer if I’m needed again, kiddo.

Hey there anon, don't worry about it. I'm happy to help out. Things are going pretty well for me, thanks for asking, but let's focus on you now. I'm real sorry you're so desperate. Yeah, this whole blog thing is an interesting way to do things, but I'm glad we can be an outlet for you, at least for now. That's a real nice thing for you to do, worrying about your friends like that. Just know that you don't have to keep things like this in. You're not a burden, and you don't have to stay quiet. I can't say I know too much about executive dysfunction, at least at a personal experience level, but I do have a general idea of what it is. Times are freaking crazy. It makes sense that you're relapsing, as crappy as that is. You said that fear is holding you back, and is there something specific that makes you afraid? Maybe exploring that will help you out a little.

Yeah, it doesn't sound like your parents are any help at all! What chore is important enough for you to stay up past midnight? That seems more than a little crazy in my book, and I think that's probably a big thing that's holding you back from getting stuff done. You've obviously heard this before, but sleep is important. With the chores thing and device thing combined, yeah, they're a huge roadblock. Yeah, that is some pretty good general advice you got from the other server, but yeah, I don't think that's gonna be too helpful for your specific situation. Is there any way you could motivate yourself? That's another thing that doesn't help in all situations, but it's something to keep in mind. Hey, you can't help the fact that you don't work like other students, you can't control your feelings all the time, and that's ok. It sounds like you're stuck in a cycle of chores, minimal sleep and stress over assignments, and that would take a toll on anyone. Could you use your hobbies as a way to motivate yourself? Maybe work for five minutes, then read or draw for five minutes?

Hey, you're almost graduating, and I think that's awesome! Even if you're struggling a little now, you've come a long way. Honestly, I don't think you should feel too guilty about not being a good example. Honestly, I don't think you're a bad example at all. The odds are kind of against you, and you got things and people actively making it harder. I can tell how hard you're working, and that's seriously amazing. You've sure as hell earned my respect. I think you're actively fighting to be the person you want to be, and I'm so proud of you for that. You're not alone, that's for sure. I'm no stellar student myself, and I've seen a whole lot of people give up way faster than you have. It's ok, you got your point across, and you don't gotta think about it anymore if you don't want to. Honestly, yeah I don't think I have a whole lot of advice aside for this. I think you wanna talk to teachers, or a counselor, or any other professional who can get you some extra help. There's not a lot I or any non professional can do on our ends, and I think the extra help would really help you out. Yeah, you sure as hell shouldn't give up. You're so close, and you're not as hopeless as you think you are. I can tell you're fighting for this, and I know you can make it all the way through. It might take a little bit of extra work, but I know you're tough and resourceful enough to see this through to the end. You're already a good person, and continuing to want to be better is really impressive. You're an amazing person, and you can handle this ok? Try to have a little faith in yourself. Honestly, your English seems fine to me, I never would have guessed it wasn't your first language. Anyways, I really hope this helped, I wish I could do more for you. You can do this, I know you can. I hope you have a nice day too!

My my Anon, your Luck seems to be all over the place. Truly Despair is trying to sink it’s disgusting claws into your life. Your English was fine Anon. You did a good job if I do say so myself, hehe. I’m glad you were able to calm and talk to us! I may not be the best but I shall try everything in my power to raise your Hope.

For starters, friends are supposed to help each other, it’s what makes you friends after all! If they are uncomfortable with you venting or that’s what you think, try asking them first before doing so, sometimes people aren’t ready to handle emotions like that. This pandemic has done a number on many of people. I’m sorry that it’s been going worse for you. Turning in assignments on time must be hard as well. But in my opinion, turning them in is better than not turning them in at all. Doing your work is also very important. I’m glad that even if you do have little energy, you try to use it to do your work. Trying to get energy to do anything is hard as well. I’d consider that burn out. Sometimes you just need time for your brain to heal, to process things that are happening in your life. I’m sure it’s quite overwhelming, how school has to take extra precautions and be online, or a hybrid class. It must all be very difficult to grasp.

Your parents seem to be a bit...strict? Having you up and doing chores for that long and that late isn’t good for anyone. It seems you tried explaining to them beforehand, but I’d like to see if you could try one more time. If that doesn’t help, maybe talk to a family member to help you out in some way? Maybe they help make your parents listen to you.

Hehe sorry, I’ve just been giving you advice this entire time! My bad, can’t help trying to help people, even if I’m garbage. Anon, I applaud you for coming this far, through all this crap and Despair, you’ve been trying your best to push on! Even through the darkness you’re still trying to be a good student and do your work! I’m so proud of you! I’m glad that you’re trying to take steps to help improve your energy as well, taking care of yourself is very important in any situation, no matter how little energy that you have! Once you graduate you won’t have to worry about this stuff for a while, and maybe things will get easier! I know your brother knows you’re trying your best, he can see it I’m sure! I hope you don’t mind I give you a hug! Hopefully it’ll help take the weight of your shoulders and give you some Hope.

#danganronpa #danganronpa roleplay blog #ask #taichi fujisaki #mod hajime #rantaro amami #mod rantaro #nagito komaeda #mod nagito

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #390

“i am the enemy, here to save the day!”

When was the last time you woke up in the middle of the night? I do this LITERALLY every night. Do you write? (Songs, poems ect..) RP posts and rarely poetry. What is the easiest type of YouTube video to binge watch? Probably a good let's play of a game I'm really into. Do you color Easter eggs still? I haven't in years. I would if it was offered up, though. Do you prefer to decorate with pastel colors or bright colors for Easter? Pastelllll. Do you own a cross necklace? I did in the past, but I don't now. What color is your favorite pair of shorts? I don’t wear shorts. Do you prefer bright colors, dark colors, or pastel colors? Pastels. What’s something that makes you tired? Socializing. Like it's physically draining to me. Do you like drawing or painting better? Drawing. Do you own any foreign coins? No. Do you prefer soft tacos or hard? I hate tacos. Any recent purchases? My niece's birthday is coming up, so I bought her a Disney version of a board game from my childhood called "Pretty Pretty Princess." She's going to love it. :') Do you ever make mixed CD’s for anyone? I never did, no. Are you into gory movies? Yeah. Have you ever been locked in a room forcefully without anyone knowing? omg no Do you have the same color eyes as your mother? No. Do you know anyone who has overdosed? Me. Though I obviously didn't die. Have you ever been put to sleep for surgery? Twice. What is your favorite online smiley face to you? I think I use (: the most. What is something that freaks you out no matter what? Seeing babies move in their mother's stomach makes me want to shriek and vomit. Do you have any fetishes? No. Do you take a lot of photos? Sigh, not as much as I used to... I just don't know what to photograph anymore. Never leaving home doesn't help. Do you have big ears? No; I actually have very small ears, as has been pointed out to me. Do you have a laptop, desktop or both? A laptop. Have you ever met an online friend in real life? Yes! :') There are more I wanna meet. What would you say is your favorite color, out of them all? Baby pink. Have you ever attempted suicide? Yes. What are you most known for? In my real life, my art "skills." Online, probably my obsession with meerkats. Do you have a problem with body hair? Nope. The stigma of it needs to fucking stop. If you bathe yourself and keep your hair groomed, who the actual fuck cares what YOU do with YOUR body. Have you ever been so depressed, you were put on medication? I've been medicated for depression since the 7th grade. What is one thing you think is gross about the human body? Fluids like pus gross me out. Have you ever witnessed someone being murdered? Jesus, no. o_o At what age do you plan to get married? I'd like to as a young adult, but it's not that big a deal for me because I don't want kids (I wouldn't want kids 'til marriage if I did). Do you have any candles in your room? No, but a wax warmer. Ever make a friendship bracelet for someone? Yeah, as a kid. What have you been made fun of for the most? People love to pick on me always being on the computer, when I REALLY wish they fucking wouldn't. I'm aware it's an issue that I've had before I was even a teenager and it makes me SUPER self-conscious. When you’re visiting a site, do you still type ‘www.’? No; I kinda forgot that was a thing, lol. Can you still read the time if an analogue clock doesn’t have numbers on it? Yeah. To whom will/did you first talk about the first time you’ve had sex? My mom, I think. What is something you didn’t like about being thirteen? Acne lmaooo. What can you hear right now? "Girls" by Marina. It's really been jammed in my head lately. Do you think it’s okay for kids to have cellphones? Depends on the age and the phone, imo. I personally am for the idea of (slightly older) children having some sort of cell phone with limited applications, just because emergencies happen, and if I was a mom, I'd want my child to ALWAYS be able to reach me like if they were at a friend's or something. I'll tell you right now kids don't need extravagant iPhones, though. Again: limited applications, also to prevent addiction. Do you have any siblings? If so which one of them do you get along with the best? I have one brother and technically five sisters, but I know nothing of one of them. I don't really know who I get along with best...? I'm sadly not exceptionally close to any. What’s your favorite TV show? And who’s your favorite character from it? My favorite show of all time is Meerkat Manor, wherein my favorite character was Mozart. What kind of signs do you use when you pose for pictures? I usually don't make any, but I'll sometimes do a peace sign. What math subject is your favorite? Um, none? How about science? Genetics. Do you have a favorite Youtuber? If so, who? And what is your favorite video by them? Markiplier, obviously. :') Favorite video... I think it's gotta be the first video of the Dark route in "A Date With Markiplier." It's, uh, special to me lmfao. What’s your favourite Mexican dish? I just like quesadillas. Have you ever ordered a specially made cake from a cake shop? Yeah. Well I mean, Mom has. What’s the name of your first real boyfriend or girlfriend? Jason. Have you ever dated a model? No. What is your ultimate goal in life? To be happy and satisfied with what I've done. Have you ever visited someone in prison? No. What months were you and your siblings born in? I was born in February, my younger sister in April, and my older sister is a June baby. Do you write down your passwords in a physical place to prevent losing them? No. x_x Do you have any injuries at the moment? No. Are you tall, short or average? Would you change this? Average. Nah. Have you ever taken an acting class? No, not my thing. Have you ever worked in a store while someone shoplifted there? Yikes, no. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to eat? Venison. Basically anything hunted primarily for sport. If you killed something that did not need to be killed to provide for yourself, I'm not touching it. Have you ever lived in university/college campus housing? No. Who was the last person you complimented? I think my mom? She's doing great with her diet, and I can tell she's lost weight. Do you like spring rolls? Yeah, they're decent. What do you live on in terms of a street, road, crescent, place, court etc? Court. What’s your favourite type of curry? I don't know if I've ever tried any. Have you ever had casual sex? No. Not my jam. If your phone rang right now from a number you don’t know, would you answer? Nope. What was your first pet’s name and how did you pick that? My first personal pet was either my guinea pig Squeak or Chinese water dragon Shadow. I could NOT tell you why I named a green lizard "Shadow," but I called Squeak "Squeak" because he, well, squeaked, lol. How tall are your highest heels? Not high at all. What’s your favourite flavour of frosting? Chocolate. Last thing you looked up on Wikipedia? It was a band that needed a Wikipedia link to go on the Silent Hill wiki. Someone pointed out in trivia that Tears of Mankind covered a SH piece. Should guys keep their shirts on at shows? Unless there's a good reason, like you're seriously overheating, I think so. What about girls? The same as guys. I do think women should keep their bras on though mostly for their own protection because people are pigs. Do you have multiple playlists on YouTube? Yes. What is a goal that you have trouble accomplishing? Losing weight, apparently... What color is your Easter basket? I don't have one anymore. My childhood one was a light tan basket with a baby pink frill around it. What do you need to get from the store right now? Mom just got groceries the other day. What is something that you used to feel ashamed of, but now you don’t? I can't think of anything. EVERYTHING embarrasses me, so. What is your favorite part of growing older? Uhhhhhh. Are you hypersensitive? If so, in what ways are you hypersensitive? Yes, to textures in food. What’s a drug that’s made you gain weight? Paxil was the first, but I worked it all off and got in the best shape of my life. Then Abilify absolutely destroyed my body as far as my weight is concerned because my doctor was an absolute, utter fucking idiot that I will never forgive. Is there a piece of jewelry you have your eye on right now? No. Do you believe that people can be asexual? Bro the fuck, of course I do. What color is your Bible, if you have one? I don't have one. When are you at your happiest? When I first wake up and get on the computer. New day, same shit, but don't tell me that. :^) Do you prefer to spend your time indoors or outdoors? I mean, it really depends on my mood as well as the weather, but generally, indoors. Can you honestly say that you love yourself? Nope. Where did you go, the last time you left your house? My sister's house to celebrate her husband's birthday. Do you like your singing voice? Meh, it depends on the song I'm singing, but usually, no. Have you ever done a psychedelic drug? If not, would you ever consider it? No to both.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''brand new numb'' by motionless in white

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hgb94 · 4 years

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I’ve got a lot of emotions about Zolf, clearly. This got...a little long. So, here are all the things I love about Zolf, and all the things about him that break my heart. Really, all the things I love about him end up breaking my heart. I’m definitely not projecting at all in here. This is 100% well thought out.

Zolf is The Protector. It’s one of the first and most obvious of his characteristics that I noticed. He constantly tries to protect the lives of people around him, even if he barely knows them, even if he doesn’t particularly like them. It was heartwarming to see how deeply he cared for people he’d known such a short time. He knew Sasha for about 10 seconds before stepping in between her and Barret’s men. “Didn’t seem very fair odds.” He’d known Hamid for two or three days before offering to wear Barret’s ring for him. “Mr Barret, as their employer, you are dealing with me.” He didn’t even like Wilde, but he categorically refused to hand him over to Gourmand’s men in exchange for his own (and the group’s) safety. He grew to despise Bertie, but still did his best to keep him safe. And when he finally becomes enraged by Bertie and is ready to kill him, his central reason is: “I have had it with his constant endangering of the people that I like and love!” The only thing that gets him to stand down is Sasha reminding him that Bertie’s death would upset Hamid. He’s generally the one advocating for the more sensible course of action. He gets angry with Hamid for engaging in reckless heroics and yells at him for a solid 5 minutes before admitting that he feels responsible for him and he doesn’t want him to die. Sasha wants to ride the gyrocopters, and he’s citing a newspaper article about recent crashes. It was endearing and heartwarming, but by the time he left in Prague, it was heartbreaking, for three reasons.

He blames himself when the people he cares for get hurt, and when he can’t protect them, he feels useless. After the catacombs and Mr. Ceiling, he can’t walk, he can’t fight, and he doesn’t even have a weapon. Everything he did to protect them during that arc, at significant risk to himself, wasn’t enough. “I’ve been so useless.” Sasha died. Hamid got hurt. He had to sit at the top of the stairs, unable to do anything, listening to Hamid scream as he was burned by the fire elemental. One of the only things he really has left to protect them after the catacombs is his ability to heal, which is probably why it hurts so much when Hamid refuses his healing, choosing to use a potion instead. (To my knowledge, Hamid has never willingly accepted healing from Zolf since learning that Zolf’s healing powers were connected to the whole Poseidon drowning sacrifice thing.) There in the Arc, without his legs, without a weapon or armor, healing is the only thing he feels like he can offer. And Hamid won’t let him. The world collapsed and not only can he not fix it, he blames himself for it. “I don’t think I’m powerful, I think I’m powerless! I can’t do anything about this, I can’t fix the mistakes that I’ve made. I can’t walk, I can’t get out and heal people because I need help to get down the stairs.”

He’ll do anything to protect others, but he hates asking for help himself. Honestly, although I didn’t realize it until later, this starts becoming evident at Dover. The only thing Zolf can do during his imprisonment and court-martial is provide Hamid with information to formulate a defense. He has to sit and wait and rely on his new friends to get him out of it. He was powerless. And afterward, Hamid had to push him to accept a temporary loan of 500 gold to pay off his debt to the navy. Later, when Mme. Rose asks them about their most embarrassing memory, Zolf’s is being court-martialed. When he’s lectured at the Temple of Poseidon and sent to cross the channel on a tiny boat in a terrible storm, he doesn’t ask anyone to come with him. He makes it perfectly clear how dangerous this will be, assures them that he’s the only one who needs to do this and won’t blame anyone for taking the train instead, and then waits for them to choose. In the catacombs, with his ruined leg, he focuses on Hamid. He buries the fact that he’s now effectively legless. Box that up and deal with it later, because Hamid and Sasha need him to stay calm. And on the way out of the Arc, it doesn’t matter how much he’s done for the group, he feels the need to apologize to Sasha for her having to carry him around when he’s legless. “You investigate, I’ll watch up here. Don’t want to be a burden.” When she stretches out her back at the hotel after putting him down, he apologizes again, like it’s his fault.

The only life Zolf willingly risks is his own. When Sasha goes overboard crossing the channel, he only pauses long enough to try and make sure Hamid is safe before throwing himself after her, while offering Poseidon his life for hers. As Mr. Ceiling forms a massive robot to attack the group, he’s in a wheelchair, legless, without armor or weapons, and he hides the three of them from its sight and puts himself between it and them. When Earhart puts a gun to Sasha’s head, he shakes off his airsickness and draws her attention. “If you expect me to fear death, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.” I don’t think that was false bravado. It’s true. He doesn’t fear his death. He’s never been afraid for himself. He fears the deaths of people he loves. I would argue that is his greatest fear.

I also love Zolf’s passion for romance novels. It’s freaking adorable at first. He’s locked in a jail cell and falls in love with a series of romance novels. “Jennifer, no!” “Richard is not the right one for you!” From the description, they’re simple, melodramatic, and predictable, and I’ve definitely read a few books of that exact genre. He loves them and they’re a wonderful escape for him. When he reacts so violently to Bertie endangering the author, Harrison Campbell, it seems a little excessive at first. And ultimately perhaps that was just the straw that broke the camel’s back, the last in a long string of incidents that caused him to snap. But I get it. I have that thing. The thing that you go to on the bad days. When your mind won’t stop spinning out of control with worst-case scenarios.When you have to get out of your own head for a few hours. When you’re numb and struggling to feel anything at all. It becomes a lifeline that you hold onto when you’re drowning, and to have someone tell you that it’s trash, to mock it, to try and destroy your connection to it…I’d have tried to toss Bertie overboard too. Okay, so maybe I am projecting a little. Zolf’s self-confidence and faith. At the start, Zolf projects a lot of confidence. He’s the leader, he guides the group, makes decisions, and he seems to know who he is, Zolf Smith, Cleric of Poseidon. He believes that he knows what his god wants, and he’s devoted to those beliefs. His confidence balances his caution and allows him to lead the group through dangerous situations while keeping a clear head. After visiting the Temple of Poseidon, he does his best to alter course to his new perception of Poseidon’s desires, but there’s a little crack, a hairline fracture in his understanding of his god and himself. And then Mr Ceiling takes a chisel and hammer to the cracks and shatters Zolf’s faith. “I saw a robot casually decide, ‘maybe I should be a god’, and do you know what, I think it could have done it, because, our gods, right, they’re like us. They’re as stupid and as fallible as us, and they screw up. If something can casually decide, ‘maybe I’ll be a god’, and I have no way of saying that it couldn’t become a god, what’s Poseidon?” He’s faced with the fallout of their choices in Paris, and he doesn’t know if they did the right thing. The economy of Paris has collapsed, chaos, riots, violence, how many people have died? Is this really better? “I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time, I can’t see into the future, but usually my decisions don’t affect millions of people!” And after his dreams from Poseidon, Zolf is filled with more questions than answers. “I don’t know why he’s…stupid dreams and symbolism and rubbish like that and not anything...just…I just want to have a conversation.” Poseidon gives him new legs, but legs aren’t answers. “I just don’t feel like I deserve them. I don’t know why I have them. I don’t know why he’s given them to me. I just don’t know.” They make their way out of Paris and see a Meritocrat destroy Eiffel’s Folly to control the rioting. He learns that his family were part of the Harlequins. Has he been working for the wrong people? And then he nearly kills Bertie and he kills any faith he had left in his ability to lead this group without putting them in danger.

In the end, all of this leads to Prague. He’s lost his faith, he’s doubting his god, he’s doubting the Meritocrats, he’s doubting his choices. “I am the weak link.” “You might believe in me, I don’t anymore.” He’s afraid he’ll crack, make choices that put them at risk, and if he can’t trust himself to protect them, why is he still here? He has to leave. Partly to sort himself out, to deal with his own issues, but also for them. He can’t stay in command when he can’t trust his own choices. “I don’t trust myself, and I don’t trust myself around you.” If someone gets killed, that’s on him. “I know that if something happens again and I crack…I might not be able to do anything to save you.” At the end of the day, he’s still trying to protect them. He just believes that the best protection he can offer is his absence.

And...a little Sasha heartbreak as frosting on this pain cake. Zolf promised to help with her degenerative magical disease. He promised that he wouldn’t let her die. As long as she was with him, he’d be able to slow it down. They’d go do research and look into it and find someone else well-versed in magic and diseases who could cure her. He promised. And then he left. And sure, she could have done it on her own. She could have pushed “cure my disease so I don’t die” to the top of their priority list. She could have told Hamid what was happening, immediately sought out the Aphrodite lot as the cleric of Artemis suggested. She could have done that alone. But this is Sasha we’re talking about, and the only person Sasha ever trusted enough to willingly ask for help was Zolf. And she sits there, listening to him in Prague, listening to all the reasons that he feels he needs to leave. She never brings up her sickness as a reason for him to stay, never even hints at it. She listens to everything he says, and she tells him he should be free to leave. “If you’re choosing to go, then...you should have the choice. That should be allowed.”

#rqg #rqg spoilers #zolf smith #meta #I love him a lot

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brancadoodles · 5 years

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Hey you two! Thank you for messaging me! Sorry if I won’t answer you two individually, it’s just that you two bring similar points I’d like to use to say even more stuff bc I can’t shut up, apparently.

Lady with Caribbean family whose dad plays Overwatch: that’s so cool, i tried to show my mom how to play too (she chose Mei, because chubby) but didn’t have a lot of time to try. I hope your dad is happy with Baptiste!! He seems like a very Dad character, being a defender and a healer! DAD MATERIAL Y’ALL!! THE DAD ROSTER IS GROWING!

For starters, I just wanted to make clear to everyone that I’m not a black woman - far from it, in fact - and I’m not Caribbean nor do I have many connections to the region. So any black person, especially black women, and MOST ESPECIALLY Caribbean people/people from Caribbean descent, has a deeper knowledge of what I said in that take and I do not intend to take away any place of speech. I just thought it was convenient to at least introduce my thoughts from the position of someone who clearly remembers the 2010 Haiti earthquake (many of your were too young then) and who knows game development to a higher extent than most of the OW community. Also, before I got crazy with the gamer community acting mega entitled over stuff - more on that later.

That said, I gotta say a few things under the cut:

Fans - especially fans from demographics that have little or bad representation in mainstream games - have the right to want a character that represents their image, culture, and values, and that celebrates them. But no one is entitled to such characters when the game is made and controlled by a private capitalist company. The SJW (a word I’ll use as a shorthand for people who defend diversity and respect in the community bc I personally love the idea of us being warriors) OW community is usually pretty understanding, but there are many corners that seem to demand the addition of x or y type of character in the main cast. And Blizzard is not a pizzeria: they try to cater to general cries of the community, within viable time, but game development is a freaking complicated business with lots of flaws and variables.

For instance: the Overwatch creative team at the beginning was, in its majority, male and American white. Michael Chu is of Asian descent, and I know through stories that Blizzard has many female employees and is quite accepting and chill, but it’s still a major multiplayer US-centric Triple A game, and they wanted to cater to what is perceived to be the biggest public for those: young-ish white males. That ties in with their earnestness to try and make a diverse game with a diverse and respectful cast, but their probable lack of understanding of what exactly the public wanted at the moment - or in the next year, because - and I’ll make it bold to drill this into your minds - it takes from 6 months to one year to develop a new character from scratch until they’re added to the cast. Fucking understand this once and for all - game pipelines are very complicated. Again, this is not a pizza place - they have a lot of testing and planning to do and changing the pipeline to add one character before the other is unhealthy for the production.

Therefore, what sparked the creation of Baptiste was, with almost all certainty, the claims for black Mercy as shown in the Overwatch Artbook released around mid-2018. I can’t affirm what they were thinking when they discarded that concept in favor of barbie angel Mercy (ilu blondie), but my guess is that they thought it tied better with both the Valkyrie and the Guardian Angel concepts they were developing, as well as adding a woman of “conventional European beauty” (uuugh) so girls would be represented without rippling the waters too much - remember, she was a release hero, and they had no idea how well Overwatch would fare then. BUT when the community said they would WELCOME a black man as a nurturing support figure (*cough* dad), they reimagined "Angelo” as Baptiste.

Could they have released black Mercy boy back in 2016? Maybe, but 2016 isn’t 2018, and Mercy was developed way farther back than this. They wanted the game to work first, and they probably thought a lot of what they did was already super diverse (and it was).

Which brings us to a very important and often ignored point: Brands aren’t friends. Blizzard, as much as its team tries to be inclusive, is a privately owned company and Activision-Blizzard just laid off 800 workers this month alone. Corporations, as they are conceptualized and existing in the neoliberal panorama of the 2010′s, are billion-dollar socioeconomic psychopaths. That doesn’t mean that Jeff and the OW team is inherently bad or seeking profit - honestly, game workers don’t make that much money in comparison to the administrative positions, and Jeff is very much just a designer -, but it does mean that they are held by the company straps to generate enough capital to keep the machine running, PLUS profit for the execs.

Add to that the fact that the senior members of the OW team have started working in the 1900′s/2000′s, when gAMeR CuLTuRe was being sedimented, and so a lot of the previous concepts of what should be done in a big budget game to appease to the “main audience” are still at play in their minds: simply put, they aren’t millennials, and our culture changes a lot from one year to another. When they release Baptiste, the community is already claiming for a black woman stranger than ever, but remember that it wasn’t THAT blatant in July last year before Hammond (who was a passion project in the works for 4 years) and Ashe (who was an original character for the short film the team fell in love with and decided to add) - it kinda started picking up after Moira and esp Brigitte.

Does that leave them out of the hook? No, of course not. Keep complaining. They’ve already proved they were listening with Baptiste here. I seriously believe that one of the next 3 releases will be a black woman like we are all asking, because they’re seeing that’s something the audience wants. Black people are historically entitled to fair and plentiful representation all around, especially in mainstream media, but it’ll hardly happen in current capitalist culture unless it’s proven to be profitable. No company serves its community, it serves itself using the community - the value said community draws from it is what us, consumers, consider important, but no brand is required to be loyal to us. It could be that Jeff and Michael are begging to the producers to let them add a black woman from the start, and the producers say their hands are tied because their research say black women don’t play games and players don’t care - we’ll never know. We can only tell Blizzard “Hey, Baptiste is really great, big leap you made here, next time black woman okay? We need a black woman.”

(To be completely fair, they should hire black women to the creative team just as is, and make the team even more diverse (I may be wrong but I don’t see a lot black people, not even a lot of Latino people, when the team is seen). Making diverse people part of the team doesn’t mean we’ll get so-and-so character, but it adds a flavor that American white males in their 30s and 40s don’t have. But that’s another discussion for another day)

Now, to wrap this up, a message for gamers who say “you’re complaining too much there’s no diversity are you blind half the cast is non-white” oh yea and ALL NONWHITE PEOPLE ARE THE SAME RIGHT???? WE ALL THE SAME. I’M BRAZILIAN I NECESSARILY AM FROM RIO AND PLAY FOOTBALL (it’s football) AND SAMBA. BLACK MEN ARE THE SAME AS BLACK WOMEN AND BLACK PEOPLE ARE ALL THE SAME EVERYWHERE. YES. OF COURSE. THAT’S HOW DIVERSITY WORKS THAT’S PRETTY MUCH THA go get a Viper shot up your ass in Capture the Flag it’s not my place to educate you on capital D Diversity, because diversity means there are a lot of takes in play. Diversity isn’t “nonwhite”, like white is a default. IT ISN’T.

So yea now I’m off to draw shippy art of Baptiste with everyone and family art too my God I love him so much you have no idea.

Also, brands aren’t friends, destroy the establishment, be aggressive but respectful, and the best fans are the ones who want the property getting better and make it better through their own creativity. Peace.

#baptiste #overwatch #meta #games #video games #ow #raposabranca #not art #WOW THAT GOT LONG #i'm not saying anything anymore about this #i'm gonna be super evasive from now on #i absolutely understand if u dont read this i wouldnt

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dragonfairy1231 · 5 years

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Reversed Quartet

This was partially made for and very much so inspired by queenofhearts7378. Please check them out, they and thier Secret Quartet side blog are amazing!

Chapter 1. Heroines in New York?

“Ugh!” A teenage girl with bright violet eyes, pitch black hair and a fair complexion groaned into her phone, on which was a three way call to her best friends.

“It-It’s not that bad Sam.” Danny Fenton, son of local town (formerly thought to be mad) scientists and known as the boy with his head in the stars around the small town, tried to placate his irate friend.

“Not that bad?!” The girl shot back, springing back up from the bed she’d just laid down on.

“Danny, I’ll be going to New-freaking-York. Just so that my mother can go see the newest fashions revealed. And I’ll be gone for a week! What if something major happens?” She frantically questioned him. Should someone have been listening in, they may have thought she was referring to the Ghost Attacks the small town of Amity Park suffered from nigh daily. However, you would have then been very confused, considering any ordinarily rational person would want to be as far away from those attacks as possible. Yet, Samantha Manson, who’d tell you yes, is usually quite rational, wasn’t a particularly ordinary person. This is thanks to an accident involving the Fenton’s portal into the Ghost Realm a little less than a year ago; the purple eyed girl was, quite literally, only half alive.

Or, more accurately, a Halfa. Half ghost, half human. Her ghostly self was known as Sam Wraith*, Amity’s own superheroine against the other ghosts that came through the Fenton’s portal in order to start and stir up trouble. Sam has made it her job to make sure Amity Park was safe from the more ill-intended ghosts, while calming and even befriending those who were merely sprites born of being wronged in their own life or afterlife.

Thanks to her mother’s plans of going to New York, and dragging her husband and daughter with her though, Sam would not be able to do her job for an entire week, more than long enough for the town to be destroyed. The other voice on the phone call snapped Sam from her thoughts with a scoff.

“Well geez, thanks for the faith, Sam.” Tucker Foley shot back, the Techno Goth of the Trio, who knew how to solve most of the team’s problems either by technology or the dark mythology he so enjoyed. Sam rolled her eyes as she let out a puff of exasperation.

“It’s not like I don’t trust you guys, I just don’t trust karma, fate, chance and all those other universal forces to not send the biggest baddie here the minute after I’m out of state.” She refuted. She heard Danny giggle softly over the phone and resisted the urge to clutch at her heart at the sound, despite neither boy nor anyone else being able to see her. ‘Stupid crush!’ She cursed as Danny began to speak up again.

“Sam, we can deal with a little bit of trouble. If it gets that bad than we have Jazz, Marth*, my parents and even Valerie helping out. The town will survive, promise. Besides, even superheroines deserve a week off every once in a while. And yeah, I know that a fashion week isn’t really your scene, but it’s New York. There has to be plenty of things to do. Not to mention all the different cultures.” Sam bit back a groan and gritted her teeth. He was tempting and daring her now.

Yet, Danny has always been able to do that, he knew just what to say, always. Whether her and Tucker were fighting about Veggies VS Meat, or she was riled up because of Skulker’s bragging of his ‘accomplishments’ in hunting down others. It was probably bad he had so much power with just a few words, but he never abused it against anyone. That was just part of who he was. As always, Sam let out a sigh.

“Yeah… okay…” Sam relented, “but only because Marth is around.” Danny and Tucker laughed.

“Of course.” She could hear Tucker’s smirk over the phone and solidly decided she’d pinch his ear next time she saw her goth friend.

“Well, I’ve got the last bit of Lancer’s essay to power through, so I need to let you lovebirds go.” Tucker told them.

“WE’RE NOT LOVEBIRDS!” Came the automatic angry yell from Sam and the embarrassed one from Danny. Tucker just laughed as he hung up as he said goodnight, leaving his two friends alone on the line.

“I have to go too, Jazz and I need to make sure all the ghost gear is turned off so none of it finds Marth in the night or morning.” Danny told her, the shyness he never quite could be rid of evident in his voice, and Sam smiled.

“Okay, night Danny. And, thanks again.” She told him.

“You all are always welcome here Sam, goodnight.” Danny responded as he hung up. Sam sighed again as she stared at her ceiling. She shook her head as she got changed into her PJs and headed off to sleep.

‘Who knows. Maybe a week off could do me some good.’ Sam thought before the halfa drifted off to sleep.

*I choose Wraith to be Sam’s transformed last name because of the switched from M to W is easier to correlate and similar to the F to P of Fenton to Phantom.

*Marth is this AU’s version of Danielle (Trust me, I’m sobbing that’s she’s gone too). His full name is Samarth Manson/Wraith, but he prefers going by Marth to make himself feel more different from his ‘original.’ And, unlike Danielle who could definitely be just Danny’s clone and a girl because of XY genes for male and XX genes for female, Marth got his Y gene from Danny, which is why he stays at Danny’s house instead of with Sam when visiting Amity. That and the fact that he’d have two people looking out for him and if he is sighted or his signature found it can be more easily played off by being in a ghost hot spot. And, yes, Vlad is around in this AU, and his goals still include the death of Jack and Maddie for his wife, as well as Danny as his son because of the boy’s intelligence and skills with ghost weapons. He wants Sam as his protege, the one to which he will teach all of his skills to. However, Danny and Sam both vehemently refused. So it’s actually a bit ambiguous if Marth got Danny’s DNA in him on purpose or accident.

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“Marinette! Are you ready?” Sabine Cheng called out to her daughter, her and her husband’s suitcases besides her.

“Almost, Maman!” Her daughter called back. Said girl already had her suitcase packed, and was now looking for her portable charger that she knew was somewhere for the plane ride.

“Ugh! Plagg, could you please help me?” The blue eyed girl begged the small black kwami that floated above her desk, currently eating his apple and camembert cake.

“I could, but… I could also keep eating this.” The black cat countered,cackling as he took another bite of his cheesy cake. Marinette sighed and shook her head, but couldn’t keep the smile off her face. As troublesome as her kwami could be, she couldn’t help but love the mischievous cat-like being.

You see, most people would peg Marinette as a normal girl, with a normal life. Marinette herself would be the first to say as much. But, she had a secret. She was one of Paris’ two main heroes, Chat Noir! With her Kwami Plagg’s help, she was able to transform into the superheroine with the power of destruction at her fingertips with only a word needed to give the command. Her partner, the ever handsome Ladybug, and her had saved the city more times than one could count on both hands from Hawkmoth and his Akumatized victims.

Right now, however, Marinette was going to visit her mother’s cousins along with her parents, the Longs. The Longs lived all the way in New York City, New York, America. Which brought Marinette to her current problem. The aspiring fashion designer could’ve sworn she placed her portable charger on her desk just last night, but it was now misplaced. Which seemed just her luck.

Speaking of… her phone began to ring, and a quick check revealed it to be one of her best friends, Adrien Agreste. Adrien was usually extraordinarily busy, being a model for his father’s fashion line, taking fencing, piano and Chinese lessons, on top of school and basketball. However, all of this had not stopped the green eyed blonde and the clumsy dark haired girl from becoming equally extraordinarily fast friends, almost to the same level as her and her nearly life long friend Alya Césaire. Marinette put the phone to her ear and smiled as she continued to search for her charger.

“Hey Adrien!” She answered happily.

“Morning, Bluebell!” He responded, calling her the same nickname he’d had for her since the sweet valentine he’d shyly given her. “How’re you doing today?” The blonde asked her. Marinette gave a half-hearted groan as she began to check the floor by her closest.

“Well, we need to leave in half an hour, I still haven’t eaten breakfast and the infamous Marinette luck has struck again, this time against my charger.” She jokingly complained. Adrien laughed and Mari had to smile at the noise, he didn’t laugh enough. And honestly, no one could deny the sound was practically sunshine. ‘Just like a certain spot of pure sunshine.’ She thought dreamily before shaking out of her fantasies and back into the present.

“Where have you checked so far?” Adrien asked her. Marinette hummed as she thought.

“Computer desk, where I thought I left it, floor around said desk, corners, fashion desk and floor around there, and now closet.” She listed.

“How about under your bed?” He suggested. Marinette blinked and shrugged.

“Okay, but I don’t see how it’d end u-what the heck?!” She exclaimed as she put her hand under her bed and almost immediately found her charger. Adrien laughed again and Marinette shook her head.

“Adrien Agreste, the everworking lucky charm.” She giggled.

“Aww, you flatter me Bluebell.” Adrien flirted back jokingly.

“So, what were you up to beforehand?” Marinette wondered as she placed the charger (after checking to make sure it was charged) into her travel bag, along with her drawing pad.

“Three guesses.” He responded dryly.

“Model shoot?”

“And she gets it in one!” Marinette laughed at her friend’s dramatic announcer voice.

“Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the shoots, but sometimes I wish I could just sleep in for a little bit. Once I’m up, I’m up until night.” He told her.

“Yeah, I’ve seen and marveled at that.” Marinette replied.

“Marinette? You ready to go?” Sabine’s voice called again.

“Oui maman!” Marinette called down as she grabbed her suitcase and bag.

“You’re going to visit your cousins, right?” Adrien questioned.

“Yep. Oh, hold on a second, Alya is calling. I’ll just make a four way call between us and our favorite couple.” She giggled as Adrien chuckled. Marinette saw it was now time for her family to leave, lest they be late to the airport. As the phone was still ringing Marinette spoke to her Kwami.

“Come on Plagg! We’re going to be late!” The black cat sighed before zipping to Marinette’s inner jacket pocket that she made for him, making a pleasantly surprised purr at finding it newly lined, and with some of the decorative yarn hanging from the edges. Marinette giggled at the vibrations against her heart, and began to make her way down the stairs as Adrien and Alya answered again, Nino joining the call a few seconds later.

“Hey girl! Hey Nino, Adrien!” Alya’s voice called out.

“Sup Alya, dude and dudette!” Nino greeted.

“Hi you guys.” Adrien responded.

“Morning Alya, Nino. And I was already talking to you, Agreste.” The four laughed, calling each other by last names had long since been a running joke. “My parents and I are about to be heading out to catch our flight.” Marinette told them.

“Well, you seem to be going to New York at a wonderful time for you, Mari.” Marinette could practically hear her friend’s smirk over the phone.

“And why is that?” She questioned her friend suspiciously.

“Yeah, I’m confused too.” Nino told his girlfriend.

“Oh! I remember now. My dad had gotten an invite but he turned it down in order to prepare for Paris’ next month.” Adrien added. Marinette raised an eyebrow and waved at her parents, accepting a cream cheese and berry danish from her father with a smile and mouthed “thank you.”

“Well don’t keep us in the dark, dude! Spill!” Nino implored. Marinette hummed her agreement with her friend through her mouthful of danish. Adrien and Alya laughed and Adrien said Alya could tell.

“You’ll be arriving at the same time New York’s fashion week starts girl!” Alya told her. Marinette was very glad she had just finished swallowing because her mouth had flew open and, if not for her willpower to avoid awakening her napping Kwami, she would’ve bounced in place.

“You’re kidding?!” Marinette nearly squealed, using her napkin to set her danish down. Her parents gave her questioning looks and she mouthed “NY Fashion Week!” with a large grin. Sabine gave a start and a giggle as she checked her phone, seeing that her cousin Susan had just texted a certain question. Tom gave his own deep laugh as he rubbed his enthusiastic daughter’s head.

“I can’t believe I’m actually going to be in New York during it’s fashion week! Maman, Papa, I know we’re going to see family but can we please, please pretty please just take a little peak?” Marinette begged her parents. Sabine giggled as she showed her daughter her phone, which showed her Aunt Susan asking

Susan: Hey Sabine, your daughter wants to be a fashion designer, right? Would she be interested in helping me out with some catering things for NY’s fashion week? It comes with free tickets.

Marinette couldn’t control it now, and did bounce in place, rushing to give her mother a hug and rambling to explain to her friends. It seemed as though her trip to America wouldn’t be able to get any better!

* Okay so… Adrien likes Marinette as way more than “just a friend” (I’m calling you out Agreste!!!), and I put this in through the nickname of Bluebell, the same way canon Chat calls canon Ladybug My Lady. AU Ladybug (Since male Ladybugs are still called Ladybugs, and with his general reaction to the stereotypically feminine things, I feel like Adrien wouldn’t really mind being called Ladybug. Plus it still allows for a lot of puns.) will playfully call AU Chat Purrincess (because this is still Adrien being a superhero. Just because he’s not Chat Noir doesn’t mean he won’t crack puns every five seconds.) and Chaton, but he likes his partner in a one hundred percent ‘platonic’ way. Or, at least as platonically as Canon!Mari likes Canon!Chat. This Marinette, on the other hand, likes her hero partner a lot, even if he does crack silly puns all the time at her expense as well as his own. And she’s completely oblivious to Adrien’s feelings for her, and will always deny Alya’s claims that the blonde does like her romantically despite his flirting that she always takes as joking. So… the Love Square. It’s still here. Yay! And! Mari likes to pamper her Kwami when he behaves himself. Plagg is anything but complaining when he finds all the little surprises Mari will leave for him, such as small balls of yarn, small knitted blanket piles, camembert treats and cubes, and little softly lined pocket in her purse and jacket so that he can be close by but take all the catnaps he wants.

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Theresa Fowler groaned as she popped her back. The flight from her hometown of Norrisville, Oklahoma to New York City, New York, was a tiring one.

“You alright, kiddo?” Her dad questioned her. Theresa smiled back.

“I’m okay dad. My back just hurts from those chairs. They were totally wonk.” She told him. He chuckled and shook his head.

“I will never get your generation’s slang, ‘resa.” He told her. Theresa just grinned back as she blew violet and indigo strands out of her eyes.

“Alright, your mom should be picking us up soon. Why don’t you use the ladies’ room while I call her and get us some food to go. I’ll send you a picture of the menu. After that, we can go to baggage.” He told her.

“Alright, thanks daddy. See you in a bit.” Theresa then jogged off to find the bathroom, the red glow coming from her bag brightening, causing Theresa to almost curse. Grabbing her cell, she put it up to her ear as she talked to the centuries old book.

“Okay, yes I know, just another minute. I’m trying to find the bathroom Nomi, would you calm down?” She told it. The glow died down and she rolled her eyes.

‘So dramatic!’ She thought. Finally, she found the bathroom. And by some miracle, a stall was empty. After putting a paper down so she could sit (do you know how dirty airport bathrooms are???)

“Okay, what’ve you got for me Nomicon?” She questioned as she shloomped into Nomicom’s lesson world.

Shadowy figures filled her view. One was very familiar, being herself. Well, herself in costume, at least. The Norrisville Ninja’s figure was with two other feminine ones, and one that was a frickin DRAGON, so that was cool. One of the female figures didn't have legs, rather a wispy sort of tail. The other was just a cat girl as far as Theresa could tell. A catgirl with a staff, but still, catgirl. The neon words then filled her view, as the four figure faced off against another figure, this one with a much meaner aura.

“Four heroes, with Power from times ancient, shall face a darkness reawakened. A bond between the Shadow Walker, Fire Breather, Nature Specter, and Sable Destroyer alone can withstand the restless Myth.” Theresa read. She blinked furiously as she looked at the five figures, trying to make out the Nomicon’s strange prophecy.

“Nomi, wha-” She felt herself starting to be tossed out and bit back a curse.

“Oh come on! At least explain it better than that! Nomi!” She yelled before being thrown back into the real world.

Theresa sighed, disgruntled. Sure, she loved being a heroine and all, but why did prophecies have to be so convoluted?

*Yep. Rather than Randy, the Messenger choose Theresa in this AU. I’m not actually sure if the Ninja has ever been female, as the only past ones we see were male, but it has now happened.

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Rose sighed as she stared at her ceiling. This Saturday was so far kind of boring. Sun said that there didn’t seem to be any trouble so far, and that Rose should take today to catch up on her homework. Her sister had even agreed, saying she could take care of any problem that came up in the community. Rose was grateful for that, but it was seven o’clock when that happened (curse her internal alarm!), and it was now two p.m.. Safe to say, Rose Penson was very bored. Trixie was visiting a hospital that was allowing high schoolers a chance to see how some surgical procedures were done, and Spud was… well he hadn’t picked up his phone so she assumed he was busy. Which only left…

“Hey Rose.” A very familiar voice greeted softly from her window. Rose’s face lit up as she saw her boyfriend sitting on her open window sill.

“Jake!” She grinned, bouncing off her bed to hug the green haired boy. Jake chuckled as Rose pulled him into her room, as Jake would often come in this way. After all, if anyone from the Huntsclan saw him just walk through the door, Rose and Raquel’s parents and identities would be in quite a bit of danger.

“Sorry I haven’t been able to come in a while.” Jake grinned sheepishly. Rose shook her head as she pecked him on the cheek.

“It’s fine, I understand. I’m just glad you were able to come over. I was kinda bored.” The blonde giggled.

“Aww, my dragoness was left all by herself? How cruel.” Jake teased. Rose laughed again.

“Dork.” She told him. Jake dramatically put a hand over his heart.

“Oh! How the lady wounds me!” He whisper-exclaimed as he fell onto his girlfriend’s bed. Rose couldn’t help laughing again, and Jake mentally clapped himself on the back. He knew it was cheesy, but man, did he love that sound. Rose sat down next to him, and ran her hands through his surprising soft hair.

“No gel? I thought your hair looked a bit deflated.” She whispered. Jake took her other hand and kissed the back of it.

“Just finished attempting to train 88 and 89 again. It was either hair gel, or you. I think I made the right choice.” Rose hummed, unable to keep her own smile off her face.

“I think so too…” she kissed the top of Jake’s forehead, and the couple just smiled at each other. Both inwardly sighed, content to just relax with the other close by. Jake and Rose may have had more rough patches than most couples, because of what they were. The fire that rested in Rose’s lungs, and the magic in her veins, being the first of her kind to be born with such in America, her role was clear. Being the American Dragon was her fate.

The mark that the swirled around Jake’s hand, visible only when he didn’t gloves or hide it with powder, pronounced that he was to be a slayer of dragons. To kill even the one he knew he loved. Even though Jake had refused, sometimes, he wondered just what Fate and Destiny had in store for them. He just hoped they would be on their side.

It was moments like this, that he remembered why he wanted that so badly. To go against everything he was taught and raised to believe. When he could see the flaxen haired, blue eyed beauty above him. Even when she had turned into a dragon, with sky colored eyes and slit pupils, with glinting scales and hair spun of gold, he couldn’t help but to be awed by her. Likewise, Rose adored him, this was her hunter. With hair dyed green by gel, and eyes so dark a brown they looked like two black holes that would just suck her in. She didn’t care that she was taller than him, it just made it easier to tease him and kiss his forehead and cheeks. They were each other’s first love, after all. And with how much they had been through, they believed that, just maybe, they were in love.

The sound of a phone ringing cut off their moment, and Jake groaned when he saw the number.

“Hello?” He questioned as he picked it up, gesturing for Rose to keep quiet.

“Yes. … No. … Yes sir. … I’ll be there shortly.” He said emotionlessly, hanging up his cell. Rose looked at her boyfriend, who had assumed a rigid upright position since he answered the phone. She watched him deflate and she put her hand gently on his shoulder.

“Do you have to go?” She asked him. He gave a half smile half frown.

“Sorry lovely, but we can’t have them getting suspicious. I much prefer your head where it is to be frank.” He stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead. She walked him to the still open window, and as he climbed out, she grabbed the front of his shirt, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Come back soon, Hunter Boy.” He grinned.

“As you wish, Dragon Girl.” And he was off. Rose sighed before shaking her head. Geez, sometimes she really did feel like a silly, love struck teenager. Of course, at least her boyfriend was no better. She walked over to her laptop and pulled up a site of what was going on this week.

“Huh. There’s a fair in downtown Manhattan? Sounds interesting enough.” The blonde shrugged. A knock on her door, which Rose answered with a “come in!”

“Hey Rosie, do you have any plans for today?” Her mother poked her head into her elder daughter’s room. Rose has just closed her laptop and was heading to her closet to pick out a hoodie to ward off the spring chill, even if her inner fire usually worked plenty enough to provide her with enough heat.

“There’s a fair going on in Downtown Manhattan. Figured I’d let ‘quel, Trix and Spud know than start heading down there myself.” Rose told her. Amaryllis Penson hummed.

“Well, tomorrow is the beginning of New York’s fashion week. I know you’re not super into the latest fashions, but I figured some mother-daughter bonding wouldn’t hurt.” The elder blonde offered. Rose narrowed her eyes, a small smile playing on her face.

“Raquel said no already, didn’t she?” She folded her arms as her mother groaned.

“Really sweetie? Just have to call me out like that?” Rose laughed as she nodded.

“Yeah mom, I don’t have any plans for tomorrow anyway. It sounds fun.” Rose told her. Amaryllis grinned as she hugged her elder daughter.

“Oh, here. For the fair. You know they’re really expensive, and working at Mr.Long’s* shop only gets you so much.” Amaryllis said as she pressed five twenties in her daughter’s hand.

“That’s for your sister too by the way.” She told Rose. After putting the money in her wallet, and her wallet in her handbag, she gave her mother a quick “thanks” and a hug before rushing down the stairs with her helmet and grabbing her skateboard.

“Later mom!” She called.

So far, today seemed like it’d be a pretty good day.

*so the Longs (and by extension, the Changs) still have Dragon Blood, but they haven’t had the actual transformation in many generations. Lao Shi decided that unless his grandchildren were dragons, the secret wouldn’t be passed on, hence why he still knows of the magical world and has Fu Dog, but isn’t the Chinese Dragon. He just accidentally found out Rose is the American Dragon, and offered her a cover job. She does help out in the store and work there, and Jake has been over a few times and met the man. Lao Shi thinks that his employee’s boyfriend looks an awful lot like what his grandson could’ve, but doesn’t act on any suspicions incase they’re wrong, and he would only cause more harm to his daughter.

#four way crossover #secret quartet #reverse!AU #for queenofhearts7378

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askblackleg-sanji · 7 years

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//tagged

I’ve been tagged by 3 diff people with 3 diff sets of questions (and then realized I tech didn’t have to answer all 3 but already did lol) so Imma do this all under 1 post to prevent spamming yo clean and sparkly dashs aight (but also because it’s super long). Thanks for tagging, these are always fun to do :D :D

Tagged by @ask-the-new-soul-pirates

What’s your favorite car? Both make and model? oh god I’m not very knowledgeable in cars... Teslas seems pretty darn dope tho, aesthetically and functionality wise. I also really like to think about my carbon footprint so any car that puts that into consideration is gr8. Aesthetic wise, I seem to really like how BMWs and Audis look x’D

Any dream house you may have? I think because I live in the Bay Area I gave up any hopes of ever owning a house and never thought about this LOL However, I do enjoy houses with a big kitchen (what a coincidence this is coming from a Sanji blog) and for the main bedrooms to be on a separate floor from the living room.

If you had 24 hours to live, what would you do? Well first I would panic the fk out because 1 day isn’t very long. Then I’d go stuff myself with all my favorite foods and go into a food coma and peace out just like that. (tbh idk I don’t like thinking about dying it’s scary)

Favorite cartoon? atm, Bob’s Burgers

What’s your typical genre of music you listen to? Kpop, trending music on the radio ..honestly I’m not too picky in terms of genre, if a song sounds good to me I’ll put it on replay.

Any recent movie you saw? If so, what? The last movie I watched was Logan when it came out.. that was def a while ago. Edit: jk I watched Wonder Woman and fell asleep during it AHAHAHArip

Do you believe in Cod? I don’t like fish.

Pirates or Marines? Piratez (unless we’re talking about Fujitora)

If you could be in any anime universe, which one and why? Pokemon, who wouldn’t want to have a fluffy Arcanine to cuddle with.

What is a good place to go to in your city? If you enjoy a good hike surrounded by trees like myself, go hike Mt. Davidson.

Ever been in a d&d campaign? If so, any interesting things happen? I had to look up what D&D was :’D

Tagged by @ask-scarhook

Where do you live? San Francisco!

Do you have phobias? I forget what that phobia is called- when something have a bunch of holes in them NO sldflaskdfj;ljkflgksdjf I just shuddered thinking about it

How many languages do you speak? English, Cantonese, Mandarin, and some basic Japanese :)

Favorite One Piece ship? Thousand Sunny is home, ZoSan is pretty gr8 too.

Do you have any mental health problems? I have not been clinically diagnosed with one :0c

Mouse or Tablet? If I’m doing design, mouse; if I’m doing illustration, tablet.

Cats or Dogs? Doggos

What is your favorite memes? I’m pretty indifferent.. All of them are quality trash

What is your favorite magical word? "TADA” (idk LOL)

Tagged by @ask-sleepy-swordsmen

What language do you think is the prettiest, even if you dont know the language, by sound alone? I love how Korean sounds ;w; Also Italian sounds pretty nice too =w=

Do you have allergies? If so, what are they? I’m sure I have some sort of skin allergy because when I was little I would break out in something like hives and the itching would keep me up at night, it was really unpleasant. There were times where it got so bad that even my tongue felt like it was swelling up xD I haven’t experienced such breakout past 7th grade though thankfully. However if I get scratched, the scratch mark would turn swollen? Like I can draw on my skin and the lines would come back up red and swollen a few moments later :’D

Do you like, or know about, digimon? The only thing I know about digimon is DIGIMON RUMBLE ARENA 2. I would always play with Gabumon because he turns into freaking robo-dog-wolf Metalgarurumon who shoots canons and destroys everyone.

What is your favorite thing about one piece? The tiniest details come back and smack you in the face 10293847023 chapters later; how intricate the entire OP universe is and how everything is somehow connected is quite fascinating. Also not every thing there is black/white, there’s a lot of grey areas.

What is your singer or band of choice that you listen to for comfort? BIGBANG or MAROON 5 they are my life.

Who’s your favorite one piece character and why? I did that character ranking thing a while back. I’ll take this chance to talk about Chopper. I see Chopper as my spirit animal as he expresses a lot of emotions that I’d probably feel the same about but instead would keep under my RBF XD. I like that he’s always trying his best to help others. I like that he tries to be modest, his knowledge and skills shows through based on his actions. He might not be the most offensive but that’s ok because his support skills are just as vital to the crew. He’s timid but sucks it up and takes a stance when the time calls for it (as someone who is socially anxious I think that’s really admirable). And of course he’s a cute lil shit.

What is your favorite non-anime show? Runningman, Bob’s burger

Do you prefer the cold or the heat? Whatever weather is in San Francisco

If you could either enter the world of your favorite anime or have your favorite anime character come to reality and be your friend/family/significant other, which would you wish for and why? As much as I love them, I don’t think I’d want any of my favs to my friend/fam/SO.

What is your favorite color? At the moment I am very much into any shades of the combination: Red/White/Blue

Have you ever experienced true hate or true love? I have yet to experience such strong emotions.

#ooc #ask-the-new-soul-pirates #ask-scarhook #ask-sleepy-swordsmen

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fullmoonfireball · 7 years

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OC Recap-thingy???

hecc i put this off for too long

i dont really know what that anon meant when they requested this, but i hope this’ll do (readmore bc this is gonna be Long)

Crinoline Parisa

Ribbon’s mom

where’s her husband??? we just dont know

she’s doing her Best™ to be a good mom to Ribb

Lace Parisa

Mirror World!Ribbon

an edgy lil shit

very grumpy

why have i never posted a coloured pic of her

Shadeleine Walsh

Mirror World!Adeleine

Probably the OC I fiddle the most with.

She has a really strong Texan accent for some reason??? I don't know why I gave her it

Takes magic lessons from Wiz( that magician guy that no one seems to remember/care about?). As it turns out, their brand of magic is not anything she can pull off.

Works as their assistant sometimes... Even if it can be slightly terrifying because of their methods (their magic lets them make the tricks a bit more than just illusions). Shaddy has gotten cut in half (or more parts) more times than she cares to count.

Actually more interested in drama, but she's taken what she got.

She's good friends with Shadow Kirby! They hang out a lot!

Her name used to be Shado. And yes, that IS pronounced the way it looks like it is. She hated it.

Owns an oversized magenta sweater and wears it at ever chance she gets. Wiz hates it.

there wasn’t originally another character in this picture what are you talking about

Shadow Marx (left)

Mirror World!Marx (no duh)

Mild insomniac. He hates it.

Just wants to sleep, like any other noddy.

Dating Mirror Magolor

May or may not have kept him up with his late-night thoughts a few times.

Syzzle (right)

Mirror World!Gryll

Doesn't care about Star Stacker (or any similar game) in the slightest.

A complete NERD

Probably owns a library or something

Theatra (left)

Mirror World!Claycia

Complete drama queen

Which is good, because she's an actress.

Gay as hell for Shadow Elline

she’s supposed to have horns like Claycia, but I forgot them in this picture

Shadow Elline (right)

Mirror World!Elline (what a shock)

An inkbrush fairy-thing

Writes most (if not all) of Theatra's stuff

Gay as hell for Theatra

the ‘straight man’ of the duo, despite being neither straight nor a man

Mirror Magolor

Mirror World!Magolor (obviously)

An anxious little negg (nerd egg)

A cinnamon roll (unlike his counterpart)

Protect him

Knows nothing about where he came from

Dating Shadow Marx

Slightly annoyed by how much he keeps him up. But he stops rambling... eventually.

More info on him can be found here

Rose Symyva (left) and Violet Larivi (right)

They're married

Rose is pretty chill, Vi's a bit more eccentric.

Don't insult Violet unless you want to face Rose's wrath (which you don't).

I don't know much about them yet, they're mostly just designs.

Typhiste Nirymsu

DEAD (GOOD RIDDANCE)

He was An Ass

Dated Magolor at one point.

Used to be a prince (now he's just dead)

LEMME SMASH

Echo

Also dead, but less so.

Died from electrocution.

Doesn't remember anything about her life, which distresses her.

When she was alive her name was Iris

Updated version of one of my first Kirby OCs

Niaviri Taysin

Also dead (for real this time)

A good little egg

Was a florist!

v gay with Odalania

Tislora Altryb

Mags’ mom

v sweet egg

maiden name is ‘Azaress’

was closer to her son than Aparctias was

idk what else to say about her

Aparctias Altryb

Mags’ dad

firm, but kind

taught the egg most of what he knows about magic out of family tradition

also got him started on learning English

Hynwari (left) and Sanfyria (right) Rimaddim

only exist in the Popa AU

super dead, even in the AU

both of them are Very Short (Sanfyria especially). they could make Meta Knight look like he’s average height

Popopo (the green half of Kirby)’s parents

she’s supposed to have speckles i just forgot them in the original pic

they were specifically targeted to be killed just so their son could be taken from them by Nightmare

Hazel Pesyphomia (left) and Amelia Evitheth-Pesyphomia (right)

MARRIED

Adopted a certain artist as their child.They love that noodle-orb a lot

Amy would absolutely fight you if you were to insult her wife or her kid.

Were honestly really scared the first time one off their kid's drawings came to life

Twila

You know her. She's the one with all of those scarfies.

Spoils those little beasts

Was actually supposed to be trained as a Spynum, not a Simirror, but was more interested in magic than archery.

Lives mostly-alone in the woods.

Amicia Tyopt

technically that’s not actually her in that picture but let’s look past that

as implied above, her body was stolen by sectonia (shown above)

idk anything about her personality yet tbh

Osgifu Amata

handmaiden moth, in more ways than one

worked for Sectonia Way Back When

deceased

Eglantine Cujoi

Into™ gals

first body stolen by Sectonia

deceased in both body and mind

Kimiko

anime-verse oc

demon beast

just read this it’s got all you’ll need to know about her

Jordan (the one with the spear) and Coral (on top of Jordan)

BWD's siblings

Jordan is their older brother, Coral their younger sister.

He works as one of Dedede's guards. She's too young to work.

Jordan's a little jealous about Taylor (BWD) outranking him, but he's proud of them at the same time.Coral is a little ball of energy.

They were the other Waddle Dees in Dream Collection's intro, and the sleeping Dees with the eye implants next to Bandanna Dee in Robobot( in the modern train level I think?).

Odalania

Dead

Really freaking good at magic

Lean Bean

Worked for Typhiste's family

Gay™ with Niaviri

also has a casual clothes ref

Magolor (not that one)

yes, every other time ‘Magolor’ has been mentioned I was referring to canon one. i call this one Old Magolor/Classic Magolor/etc. for simplicity

this is who canon mags named himself after

Old and Dead

one of the lor’s previous captains

lorlor

Cymboria Taysin

niaviri’s younger sister

she’s the bigger one

very sweet

good at magic

likes to travel

often brings foreign flowers back to nia!

Morastrum Altryb/Nirymsu

doesnt exist in the mainverse

a Good Lil Girl

... even if her dads (mags and ty) are both Asses

last name depends on if Typhiste is alive or not

likes sweet foods

Myrdinia

mirror world!drawcia

an automaton made by wiz

speech has a Low Quality Garble

incredibly bitter over the loss of her sister

always has at least 5 throwing knives on her

Glorious Nebula

really old

their language shows their age

how are they still functioning

no one’s really sure how they lost that quarter of their face

used to have one of those shooting star decorations, but it got broken off at some point i totally didnt just forget it

??? (left)

old and dead

one of the ancients

married to garulin, was very happy with her

probably worked a lot on the clockwork stars, but did help with other artifacts as well

pleasant guy, but not really anything special if you ignore his place in history

Drusorig (middle)

also old and dead

another one of the ancients

i don’t have a proper ref for him, but there is this

he has dark fur, for all that matters

i dont trust him

very strong magic

the master crown was his own personal project

he didn’t trust anyone else with it so i think you can imagine who the subject of his experiments with it was.

destroyed most of the evidence of his experiments before his death so no one would know about them

it worked

Volzavair (right)

also also old and dead

guess who’s also one of the ancients (it’s him)

actually has a proper ref

SHORT

gay, but ended up marrying a woman out of convenience and desire for offspring

relatively weak magic, specialized in technology

worked on the Lor Starcutter, but died before it was completed

his oldest kid probably finished it

Kyneriun Snekell

press ‘f’ to pay respects

sweet pastel boy

loves baking

a little younger than magolor

Dalindia Nirymsu

dead

was queen regnant

could be a pretty strict ruler, but tried to be a just ruler

her husband is dead(er?)

ty’s mom

tried to keep him in line

Tiltaii

i’m not even sure if that should be their name but i’ll just... roll with it

theyre nonbinary

a literal doodlebug (pillbug artist)

painted these portraits

doesnt have any magical abilities unless floating their hands counts

bought Paintra from Paint Roller, and was... pretty surprised, to say the least when she suddenly came to life

regardless of their surprise, they’re trying to take good care of her

???

a honey bee

runs a cafe

very polite, but not a pushover

more or less a design with a few ideas attached at this point

Garulin

married to the unnamed green ancient

technically one of the ancients but not commonly acknowledged as one

pretty good at magic

mostly worked with the artifacts’ ‘mind’s, both through programming and magic

Shadow Sectonia

mirror world!sectonia (what a shock)

floralian jewel wasp

accidentally ended up corrupting other world!sectonia by having too much contact with her

naturally a wasp. hasn’t stolen anyone’s body

she’s too nice to do that

dead. actually got murdered around the same time her counterpart died

spoilery elements below (don’t worry he’s the last OC here)

Shadow Taranza

mirror world!taranza (who would’ve guessed)

overly-loyal

like, ‘would unhesitatingly die for someone he cares about’ kind of loyal

nervous mess, even before Sectonia died. that only worsened things

he’s not okay

#there's a lot of old art here so #youre welcome for that i guess??#idk i dont want to look at it either #Vesper's OCs #LONG POST #save #ref #maybe i'll update this one day #probably not #lmao theres actually a few that are missing because ive never posted anything about them here #or anywhere #i dont expect anyone to go through all of this because of how ridiculously long it is but Congrats if you do

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bts-dontknowher · 7 years

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Wishin’ That I Was Yours - Chapter 2

That’s a long title oh well!

Jimin x Reader & Taehyung x Reader ?

Word Count: 2,165

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Jimin’s arms were loose around me when I woke up, the blackout curtains over his windows, making it seem like it was still night. He has a clock that projects the time on the ceiling, so I know it’s 10:34, even though it feels like 4. Jimin: Good morning. I looked at him and he was just lying there, staring at me with a smile on his lips that didn’t reach his sad eyes. Me: No hangover? Jimin: I woke up around 8 and took some medicine. Did I…come onto you last night? I nodded slowly and he sighed, drawing circles on my hip where his hand rested. Jimin: I’m sorry. I wasn’t in my right mind. Me: Trust me, I know. His lip quivered a little and he closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. Jimin: Cali, she…she was ch… My eyes widened to the size of watermelons and he sighed again, clearing his throat. Jimin: S-She was cheating on me, for almost 6 months now. And, and when she finally confessed, she blamed me. She said I didn’t treat her right and I was mean and abusive and she needed someone nicer. Me: You? Abusive? He looked at me and nodded, looking as baffled as I felt. Jimin: I don’t know what she was on about but…but she left me. I give a girl 6 years and she just- His voice broke and he started crying, hiding his face in my neck once again. I willed away the need to cry with him and played with his hair, giving him time to calm down again. Jimin: She was saying how much better he is… How he buys her more things and takes her on cute dates and how he-he fucks her better. Me: Jimin- Jimin: It hurts… My chest feels like someone is pushing down so hard with a billion needles. He backed up and blinked a couple more tears down his cheeks. I wiped them away quickly and he frowned, looking down. Jimin: Thank you. Me: For what? Jimin: Always being here for me, you’re an amazing friend. I flinched at the word friend but nodded still. His eyes met mine again and he looked confused, but didn’t ask. Me: Have you eaten anything? Jimin: No, I was waiting for you. Me: Well, I want to shower but pancakes sound amazing. Jimin: I’ll make some. He got up and went downstairs so I ran to the bathroom, stripping and getting in the shower. I cried, shamelessly, feeling his pain strongly, but honestly mine is worse. This boy…I’ve been in love with him for almost 15 years and this is the shit that happens. He picks some other girl over me, who’s been right in front of him, and then she goes and destroys him! I sighed and washed my face to make it seem unanimously red and irritated.

I got out and put on some clothes I’d left here from times before then went downstairs and watched him cooking. Tae: Hey. I looked at him as he walked past me and sat at the bar. Me: Tae. Tae: What’s up? Where’d you go last night? Jimin: She was with me. I needed her. Tae: Huh. Jimin put plates of pancakes, bacon, and eggs on top of the little bar part of the counter and shot a look at Taehyung. Jimin: Why? Did you need somewhere to put your dick? I looked at Jimin and I knew I looked crazy, but where the fuck did that come from? He glanced at me and he looked angry?? Me: Where did that come from? Jimin: I just put it together. How long have you two been…doing that? Me: A while. Jimin: Oh. I guess that explains why you don’t want to come over as much this year. I thought it was me. IT IS YOU. I shrugged and he did, too, going to clean up the dishes. I looked at Tae and he looked confused as ever, staring back at me. I mouthed “what was that?” and he just shrugged, eating a piece of bacon. JK: Good morning all! Chels: You’re too happy in the morning. She laughed softly but stopped short, looking at all of us. Chels: And way too happy for this crowd. Jimin: Did you know they were hooking up? JK: Uh, I found out yesterday, why? Jimin shrugged and kept focused on the dishes. JK: Okay? He looked at me and I threw my hands up in a shrug. Jimin slammed a pan down and left the kitchen, all of us watching him go. Me: Jimin. Hey, wait. I sighed and ran after him, stopping as his bedroom door slammed in my face. He opened it again after a few seconds and shoved my bathing suit and shirt at me. Jimin: Here. Me: Wait. I tried to stop the door but ended up failing. He closed the door hard and it slammed into my toe, a scream ripping from my throat as I fell to the ground. I grabbed it and blood dripped onto the carpet, making me nauseous and lightheaded. His door flew open again and he was down at my level, freaking out. Jimin: Oh fuck, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to. Me: It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt that bad, j-just the b-blood. He grabbed my shirt off the ground and pressed it to my toe, making me whimper. Me: Ow… JK: What happened? Are you okay? Why’d you scream? Jimin: I accidently closed the door on her toe. Tae: Accidentally hurting her all the time. I looked up at Taehyung and felt my face heating up, not from embarrassment but anger. Jimin: What? Tae: Nothing. He walked off, mumbling to himself and I whimpered when he applied more pressure. Me: J-Jimin, that hurts. Jimin: We have to stop the bleeding, you’ll survive. Can you get the first aid kit under the skin in my bathroom, Chelsea? She ran in past him and I laid on my back, covering my eyes with my forearm and breathing slowly. I hate blood. I felt him cleaning and wrapping my big toe and then he sighed, kissing my knee. Jimin: I’m sorry I hurt you. Me: Yeah, I know. I sat up and sighed, staring at my neatly wrapped toe. Me: Thank you. He and Jungkook helped me stand and I brushed them off. Me: Really, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt. JK: Well, we’re going out so we’ll see you two later. Me: Yeah. I hope not. He rolled his eyes and they walked off to his room. Me: I’m going home- Jimin: No, please. I can’t… Y/N, I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve been with her for so long it was my normal. Me: So, you get the sad out. You cry in the shower, cry yourself to sleep, and then you find the good things you still have and you use them to keep you happy and you build yourself back up. Jimin: You make me happy. Me: I can’t help you, Jimin. You keep coming onto me and it’s… I sighed and shook my head, looking down. Jimin: I’m sorry. I’m trying to get back at her. I know it won’t hurt her, but in my head, it’ll fix something. Me: It won’t. Revenge sex, distraction sex, it’s not good. I know I need to stop. Jimin: What? Me: Nothing. Jimin: You’re having sex for those reasons? With Taehyung? Me: No. Jimin, I’m going home, okay? Jimin: No. He grabbed my wrist and I stared at his hand. Jimin: What’s wrong? You’ve been different for a while now. Me: You notice that? Jimin: Of course, I do. You’re my best friend. I nodded slowly and shrugged. Me: I’ve just been dealing with a fit of depression. I’m getting past it, though. Seeing you crying did not help, however. He smiled and it finally reached his eyes. Jimin: This is why I need you around. You make me feel so much better, no matter the situation. I sighed and nodded, watching his hand slip from around my arm. Me: I’m glad I can help, but I want to go. Jimin: Fine, but later I want to do something. Me: Do what? Jimin: I’m not sure yet, but I need it to be with you. I miss you. I know that I haven’t- Me: Later. I leaned up and kissed his cheek gently then turned and gathered my composure, leaving as casually as I could. – It’s been exactly 14 days since Jimin tried to apologize for putting his girlfriend first. And it’s been exactly 13 days since I realized that he only noticed because she broke his heart and that he only realized he was hurting me after she was gone. Had this horrible event not happened, he never would’ve noticed. That hurt me more than you’d think.

(2:33) Jimin: You’ve avoided me for two weeks. I’ve tried to do what you said, I’ve stopped crying, but I genuinely can’t handle this anymore… (2:36) Jimin: You opened it. You’re ignoring me. (2:36) Jimin: I started cutting a couple days ago, and I see now why you did it. (2:37) Y/N: Park Jimin. What the hell is wrong with you? (2:37) Y/N: Cutting is no fucking joke. Don’t you dare ever do that again. Do you understand me? (2:39) Jimin: Where have you been? Chelsea says you’ve barely left your room. (2:39) Y/N: DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? (2:40) Jimin: I’m in pain… It makes me feel better. (2:40) Jimin: Since for some god forsaken reason you don’t want to even speak to me. (2:43) Jimin: I’ll stop. I only did it twice. (2:45) Y/N: You’ll ruin your perfect skin, Jimin. (2:46) Jimin: Won’t happen again.

I put my phone down and went back to staring at the wall like I had been for the past two weeks. It’s depressing, I know, but I’m just…I’m so depressed. I can’t snap out of it. It’s eating at me. He’s eating at me. I want to be with him so badly but he doesn’t see it. I’m not going to sit here and pretend I can handle it when I can’t.

(2:52) Jimin: I had a dream about Cali last night. (2:56) Jimin: She came over to apologize and we ended up having sex. But like halfway through, her eyes started glowing red and then her tongue was super long and she had claws. She started scratching me all over and drinking my blood all while staring down into my eyes and smirking. I think my dick retreated back into my body.

My eyes ran over the message and I smiled slightly at the last sentence. He’s so childish sometimes. Surprisingly, I’ve never really thought about what sex with him would really be like. I knew it was never an option, so why make myself go through that? I can imagine him being so vanilla but so sweet and really wanting the girl to get off. Also, I bet he really likes praises and being told what to do. Taehyung is very dominant. He’s aggressive, but he’s so…loving at the same time. He’ll be incredibly rough, pulling my hair and spanking me, and then he’ll stop when I get quiet to ensure I’m okay. Like yeah, I’m fine, I just can’t even make sounds to describe how good it is. I was giggling to myself until my phone went off again. I opened the message and my mouth dropped open.

(3:02) Jimin: You didn’t think that was funny? I did. (3:04) Jimin: *image* (3:04) Jimin: Oh god…that wasn’t for you.

My mouth dropped open and I felt my blood boiling with rage as I left my messages and went to my recent calls. I pressed Taehyung’s name and he answered after the fourth ring. Tae: Huh? Me: Come over. Tae: Ugh, it’s 3 in the morning. Me: You can come all over my face. Tae: Ah. I heard shuffling and then a door closed. Tae: 10 minutes. I hung up and groaned loudly, why would Jimin send me a picture of his dick?!

(3:07) Jimin: Y/N I’m really sorry. (3:08) Y/N: Nah, no need to be sorry. Simple mistake. (3:09) Jimin: I know you said distraction sex is bad…It’s just sexting. (3:09) Y/N: I don’t want to know, Jimin. (3:10) Jimin: …

I put my phone on the charger and put it on silent, taking my clothes off and closing my eyes as I got comfortable. He has a key, I don’t have to get up. I was almost asleep when I felt the bed dip and lips trailed up my leg. Tae: You tired? Me: It is really late. Tae: Yeah, you woke me up, so you better wake up. He slapped my thigh and I bit my lip, looking down at him as he kissed up my stomach slowly. Me: I’m up. Tae: Me, too. I caught the innuendo and grinned, pulling him up to my lips. Maybe one day I can take my own advice.

*shrugs*

-Churro

#jimin #park jimin #bts jimin #bts park jimin #taehyung #kim taehyung #bts taehyung #bts kim taehyung #bts v #bangtan

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survivorkomnata · 5 years

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Episode #4: "and that's what you missed on glee" - Ally

Woo tribe swap! we made the right call booting fed, and now Kato has majority on my new tribe! Ideally i think Alyssa would ve here instead of luke maybe but i dont mind, i think Im good with both him and TJ

I mean, honestly, what's even the point of living in a world where hallways are empty. LIKE, YOU SPEND DAYS CRAFTING A PLAN THAT YOU THINK IS GONNA WORK, BUT THEN BOOOOM, SWAP FUCK. NOW I'M ON A TRIBE WITH 2 PEOPLE I'VE NEVER MET, SOMEONE FROM MY OLD TRIBE I WAS PLANNING TO VOTE OUT NEXT, AND MISS CAN'T READ THE CHALLENGE RULES JESS WHO I'M NOT EVEN SURE IS LOYAL TO ME. SURE WOULD BE NICE TO GET THAT IMMUNITY IDOL!

BUT IT'S COOL. MY PLAN STILL KINDA WORKED! I'M REALLY CLOSE TO THE END, AND THIS IS A NEW TRIBE, MEANING NO ONE CAN POSSIBLY HAVE THE IDOL YET. HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NOPEEE! WITHIN 3 FUCKING HOURS, SOMEONE FOUND THE IDOL, MEANING THERE'S SOMEONE ON THIS TRIBE WHO HAS ALREADY BEEN TO THE END OF THE HALLWAY ON THEIR ORIGINAL TRIBE AND MAY POSSIBLY HAVE 2 IDOLS. AND HOW MANY DO I HAVE? ZEROOOOOOOOOOOOOO. What the FUCK. FUCKING BALLS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. AND OF COURSE WE BLOW AT THIS CURRENT CHALLENGE I'M FUCKED IT'S ALL FUCKED THINGS WERE GOING SO WELLLL GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. So yeah that's how I'm feeling right about now.

With Federico gone I have to change my strategy, it’s a new game for me, I have two options rn, 1. Stixk with Jake and try to get one person from original Tagaki to flip or 2. Flip on Jake and work with them basically destroying my connections with the original Kato alliance. My position in the game rn is not one to envy tbh lmao so I NEED the immunity. Zach and I connected easily so I think I have the option to work with him there.

After an interesting tribal, it was tribe swap time. I was so nervous until I realized I had a og kato majority on my new tribe. Me, Stephen, and TJ are sticking together which is perfect since I will still have a safety net at tribal if we happen to go, which is a possibility rn since Zach is killing it in the challenge. Hopefully things change as the challenge continues and hopefully I will stop making stupid mistakes in this challenge.

Tribe Swap!!!! So I ended up on New Kato with Zach, Karthik, Miguel, and um Jake. MY CROPS ARE WATERED, MY SKIN IS CLEAR, MY DEPRESSION IS GONE, MY CRUSH CALLED ME BACK. Everything is great bc of the swap results. If we lose then we have a pretty simple majority and vote out in Miguel or Jack although I am getting along with them so far.

The challenge is basically tasks but with puzzles. I REALLUY SUCK AT PUZZLES SO IM SORRY IN ADVANCE. Zach however is freaking killing the game right now. He is carrying our team on his back just like he did on the old tribe and this means 2 things.

1. Zach is someone that is valuable during the premerge portion of this game. Tribes are NOT going to vote him out because he is just too valuable.

2. Zach is someone that I would not like to permanently align with. If Zach makes the merge and keeps this challenge energy going he will win immunity multiple times and only those that are close to him will be able to be targeted.

3. (I KNOW I SAID TWO) He is someone that I SHOULD align with. He makes for a pretty easy meat shield in the event that I become vulnerable. If he does lose an immunity and becomes a target, he makes for an easy idol play. Just place one of those badboys on him and poof you basically get to choose who you want to go home.

I hope we win this challenge and the deamon that is TJ does not come through for his tribe. He's really fucking cute though like did you see that live tribal? ugh my heart gingers are so cute.

I forgot the fucking Australian is good at puzzles and is Australian. Fucking time zone advantage!!! (Plus I suck at puzzles). Its fucking 2 am for me and Im gonna stay up and fight against the Aussie Its gonna be a LONG night.

I'm getting ready to turn Stephen into a "prawn" bc thats what they call shrimp for some reason

OK SO I FORGOT TO SAY THAT JESS AND ALYSSA ARE ON THE SAME TRIBE I HAVEVVVVVEVEVEVEVEV TO LAUGH IM SORRY. Cinematic Gold.

I can’t wait till after merge or swap or whenever so i can vote out Zach and send him a voting confessional he has to solve as a jigsaw puzzle

Alright, so I like my new tribe at the moment. Not only do we have a majority of old Kato members, but I know Ally from a previous game (which I didn’t know earlier). She seems really nice, but I know I need to stop making everyone to be the nicest person on the planet and remember that this is a game. I’m playing to win. I need to immediately figure out if Stephen and Luke are going to vote with me (specifically Luke after last vote) or if I need to start charming Liam so that I’m in with Liam and Ally.

So uh. Fuck Me i guess. My tribe is 100% going to tribal. It could be worse. I could be stuck with Luke and Miguel after the Fed blindside. But still I guess? At least I have Jess. I adore her. I’m just really nervous for this tribal??? I just almost went home so??? How much can I really grind like this is crazy. I feel like I might be able to solidify a majority with me, Jess, and Isaac but then do we vote out Stephen or Daniel? Actually no I already know who we’ll vote out. Jess says she doesn’t like Daniel so if the feeling is mutual she’ll come after her and I’ll be like um hey who was more active in the challenge chat? Daniel or Jess? Yeah, it was Jess. No way.

ANYWAY YEAH. Getting ready for the impending tribal because our tribe literally has -1 points smh

I AM SO IRRITATED UGHHHHH. Ally and I are currently swapfuck victims, and the Takagi idol is GONE. Would've been nice for someone to leave it for us....oh well guess I'm getting 15th/14th bye friends

My tribe was creamed by Kato 2.0 ironically. Once again I’m at tribal council while within a majority alliance. Og Katos have decided to stick together which I’m glad for, it makes the most sense and it keeps me safe and most likely moving forward to f13 and one step closer to merge/jury. I’m getting very close to the farthest point I’ve ever made it in a Survivor ORG, f13, and I want so badly to make it farther and beat my record. I’m taking it step by step and day by day in order to reach this goal and every step of the way I’m showing more of a new side of myself, one that I hope will get me far in the game.

So this tribe is basically under mine and lukes control rn. We are just about to go into an alliance chat with Ally, we already have an alliance, our real alliance, with TJ, the only threat is an idol, but with these connections we should know whats going on. Simple

Tribal discussions have started, and i find myself having control over my tribe along with Stephen. We have alliances with TJ and Ally and I’m feeling great especially since I’m the first tribal I was in I was at the bottom of my tribe and now I have risen to the top, I’m excited to see what happens next as the game continues.

So umm.... Zach found the idol at Takagi so thats amazing. Interesting swap and it doesnt seem to be a bad draw for me since I am in a Takagi majority with zach and Tim both of whom I trust. Its all nice to have some new ppl in Jake and Miguel both seem to be good to talk to. But in terms of the game, it still requires some time to figure out if we would actually be to work together meaningfully due to tribal lines and all. Looks like there is a divide in the original Kato tribe which was apparent from the vote which is good for us. Zach proved to be the hero once again and won the immunity for the tribe all by himself.

So things do seem pretty neat and smooth on my side so far. Its going to be F13 now and I havent still been to tribal council even once which has given me safety but its just getting a bit boring now. It just seems like its the time and opportunity given to me to get my troops ready and be prepared for the war thats about to begin.

So TJ has decided to flip on our alliance and vote Luke out, sigh. It’s annoying how as soon as you think you’re on top someone tries to kick you back down. I still think voting out Liam is the best move though, I can bring TJ back with some choice words. Besides, i heard all this from Ally, who may be laying to save Liam by getting us to vote TJ, though its unlikely based on how she said it.

So when I first saw my new tribe, I was pretty content. I'm glad I wasn't stuck on a tribe with TJ....and from first glance I thought our tribe was pretty strong. Well we totally sucked at the challenge. Now I'm hoping we just vote out RatBoy because he literally doesn't do shit, but people are worried about his potential advantages. I also just vote Jess out of another game, and she made some petty comments I wouldn't be surprised if I go home this tribal just because of that : ) Anyway, I'm gonna try to ensure the others the safest option is RatBoy if we want our team to have any shot of winning a challenge next round.

ONCE AGAIN! It is quiet as shit around camp and I am REALLY fucking anxious. I'm making an official alliance with Jess and Isaac which should keep them both loyal. I really believe Jess wouldn't do that to me. We're sharing idol clues and shit so she has my back at least for now. I don't know how it's going for Isaac in building relationships but supposedly his social game sucks so fingers crossed. The three of us will make majority leading into this vote and we will most likely vote Daniel. Fingers crossed this works out because if my head is on the chopping block again..... I don't know. Obviously I was a top contender to go out on my last tribe so it's like... Would it really be that costly to vote me out here on the half of my tribe? Probably not. But also Jess and I worked our asses off in this challenge even though our puzzle ability is questionable. So I guess we'll see what happens. Hopefully I don't get so hopeless that I make another "Going home" confessional.

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Holy shit. This swap has be shooketh to the CORE. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. It was expected but I still did not prepare for it...

I have Stephen who is literally the biggest wild card for me in this game from my old tribe. I hope I can somehow work with him and build a layer of trust with him so his crazy ass doesn't come after me.

Then there's Daniel. I honestly have some MAJOR TRUST ISSUES with him right now. We are in another game together and I refuse to let that leak into this game but it's totally in the back of my mind. I just don't ever see the two of us working deep into this game but the only reason I have to keep him around is to appeal to Stephen right now. If I take him out in this vote.. I'm going to lose Stephen's trust 1000%. The plan is to keep him around ONE MORE ROUND and then take my shot.

UGH Alyssa. I hate that even in a god damn random draw... I got put with her. BECAUSEEEEE..... this is where my heart tells me one thing and my head tells me another. Our past game has left such a bad taste in my mouth (she beat me at Final 2) and I don't want a repeat of that. HOWEVER, it's way tooo early to take her out even though this TECHNICALLY would be the perfect opportunity to do so. All I have to say to Stephen/Daniel let's do Alyssa and Alyssa would go this round.

Reasons for not voting out Alyssa right now: 1. Strong competitor in comps (so we don't keep losing). Losing = Tribal. Tribal=BAD. 2. She's someone who I KNOW on this tribe. There's a bit of trust there. 3. She's Alyssa.

Then there's Isaac aka: Ratboy. Aka: Ghost. Aka: WHY ARE YOU HERE?! jk. I just can't get a read on him. His strategy seems to be to run into a bomb shelter and hope he doesn't get voted out. He might have an advantage from the basement and to me that's super scary at this point. I want us all on an even playing field and with him possibly having an advantage.. that's SUPER dangerous on a 4 person tribe after this round.

I somehow got put in the middle of two alliances for this vote. On one side there's the original Takagi tribe alliance consisting of: Stephen, Daniel, and myself. Then there's The Tree Amigos consisting of: Isaac, Alyssa, and myself. I think the only way to get out of this vote somehow decently is to vote off Ratboy and say that it was either him or Alyssa and I swayed off of Alyssa to keep her safe. I'm going to have to tell her this about an hour before the vote to calm her tits and to not totally blindside her. If I blindside her she's just going to be more insecure than she apparently is in our relationship here. She's already asked me if I lied about my idol search... so there's that.

HOPEFULLY this goes well for me. This tribe swap wasn't the ideal outcome for me (I was kind of hoping to get swapped with Tim) but I THINK I can make out of this alive somewhat okay?!

omg i love getting swapfucked... such an aesthetic the tribe layout im on rn is 3 from kato (tj luke stephen) and 2 from takagi (me n liam) i feel like i've done a p good job @ bein social with the other tribe,, and stephen suggested an alliance btwn him luke and i so we have that now (called 'international') i rlly wanna try to save liam tho and i think tj might've given me the chance to do thathe messaged me last night and was basically like "i want to flip to takagi and vote out luke" and i was like ok sis! and immediately ratted him out to stephen (and im gonna rat him out to luke too) and i'm hoping that'll be enough to vote tj out. a lil part of me was like "what if this is a SETUP?" and he was gonna immediately run to stephen/luke and tell them im not trustworthy but idk it doesn't seem realistic. but im hoping that we can vote out tj now cuz i want him here the least out of everyone on the tribe hehe. im PISSED about the challenge. zach having a majority on his tribe and still going out of his way to carry his whole ass tribe on his back and drag them to a win and leave me and liam to DIE? NOTED, ZACHARY. if i survive this fkn swap im COMING for you!!!!!!!!!!! JUST WAIT!!!!!!!!!! also some bitch on og takagi got the idol before me so fuck everyone on that tribe.... and that's what you missed on glee

I am in so much freaking fear right now. I know this feeling all too well about tribals with five people. I've been in a 3-2 majority before and been idoled out in exactly the same fashion as I could see happening today. So, right now, I'm playing TJ the Villainous Ginger and trying to plant seeds here and there to hopefully avoid being the person voted out tonight. I'm trying to guarantee the minority votes Luke and the majority sticks together, and then I'm trying to build my relationship with Luke by talking to him about all of the potential situations with this vote and how we could maybe prevent an idol screwing us up. We need original Kato and original Takagi to go back to around the same number of people so that the options at merge become a little more... fun :)

So we won the challenge!!!! I could not be more relieved that we pulled it off and are safe. Zach really is the MVP this time. With the Kato Tribe immune, all 5 of us stay for next round which is great because the individuals on my tribe are all people that I would'nt mind working with. Miguel and Jake especially because they are my window to working with people I have yet to work with when a merge comes. For now I am going to lay low until mid merge (really late early merge) and then strike.

ok so as i predicted, a swap occurred. here are my thoughts: - i'm in a majority (with karthik & tim) - i talk to jake & miguel a lot. i like them both a lot, they're rlly funny. - if i had to send one home (given we go to tribal), i think i lean to jake. he's closer to alyssa/stephen and unless miguel is rlly playing me (which, props to him), he's (jake) more likely to do damage down the road and be against me and all that jazz. but i love them both as people and theyre both enjoyable beings. and for some tea that i gathered (which may very well be wrong/distorted): miguel/luke/stephen/federico/jake had an alliance. stephen & jake flipped. miguel doesn't know jake flipped but he did. this could be baiting me but afaik they're not on the greatest terms (or, well, aren't that close i guess). this shows that alyssa has great sway (not shocking!) and that she's gonna be someone i want out sooner rather than later, and that's kinda why i'd vote jake out over miguel, just to weaken her. alternatively, i could take the route of using her as a shield but ppl are sexist n will just assume im a bigger threat bc im a MAN ... when women > men in gameplay for the most part but ANYWAY! i said it.

also, with the idol system being identical, someone (only options being ratboi & alyssa, which the former will likely leave tonight) may have two which is very scary.

right now i feel comfy. i know in merge i'm finna get fucked up with.... being such a physical (and social) threat early on but bitch i'mma fuckin try my best. i regret telling karthik about my idol. i've contemplated voting him out because then no one will know but i love him too much and he's by far who i'm closest with, i think.

i anticipate the two people leaving will be ratboi (isaac) and liam. the former i'm fine with, but the latter imma be really sad with. liam is great and i love him so much and i feel like he's someone that would be more loyal to me than the average person in this game. but, however the cards fall, so be it.

Stephen just said he's sorry that he left me out of the first vote... this is awesome that he doesn't know that me and Alyssa are the reason that first vote was Shea. I really like Stephen, so this is awesome that he thinks that, it makes it a lot easier for us to work together in the future. Now I really need to make sure I survive this tribal so that I can keep this up. Please Luke, don't flip on me... Also, why did Jess and Alyssa have to be swapped onto the same tribe. I don't want to lose Alyssa to her for a second straight game, lol.

So, scenarios: Me and TJ vote for Ally, Ally and Luke vote for Liam, Liam votes for Luke. We tie, and either Ally or Liam go, but now I have broken Ally’s trust; Me Ally and Luke vote for TJ, Tj and Liam vote for Luke. TJ goes home, which is fine cause he betrayed us, but that may cause problems with other Katos and now Kato doesn’t have majority on our tribe; Me and Luke vote for Liam, TJ votes for Ally, Ally votes for TJ, Liam votes for Luke. A mess, Liam goes home, TJ and Ally both feel betrayed.....this is too much i’m going nuts. At the end of the day i dont want to lose TJ or Lukes trust over Allys trust, so I think voting Ally is the best move??????? God I hate this, remember when Luke convinced me we were on top? That was nice, lets go back to that.

So i realised that by getting tj on board to vote luke, then spilling to me and luke and getting us to vote Tj, ally and liam would have their pick. however, we are communicating pretty well so i think that cancels out her manipulation. However Luke is offline so rip. So now it comes down to if Luke is voting Ally, Liam, or TJ, and is Ally and Liam are voting TJ or Luke. I trust that TJ is voting Ally. Hmmmmm.... If i vote ally and fail I have made a powerful enemy, however if I dont vote Ally and make a mistake I’ve lost TJs trust. I don’t think I have a choice, I could throw my vote away and vote for Liam.... no thats stupid. Its either Tj, and throw my lot in with Ally, or stick with Kato and vote Ally out. Choices, choices.

I’m playing my idol because these people are on crack and I don’t believe a word that’s coming out of any of their mouths.

Daniel is voted out in a 3-1-1 vote, tie ending in a 3-0.

TJ is voted out in a 4-1 vote.

#episode #escapenow

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